I sucked and fucked so many different guys and when I was done, I still wanted more. Something in that joint had triggered my erogenous button and now...I was turned on full strength. I fucked Ryan when we got into the car and begged him to take me to an adult bookstore while we drove through downtown LA on the way home. I had heard about men who went to them late at night to fuck the whores and hookers that frequented the area and I wanted some strange cock. We arrived and entered the store. An even more insanely powerful thought that literally made me soak through my leggings leaving a wet spot I would have to disguise later. What if it wasn't the doctor fucking me? What if it wasn’t even the black dildo? What if it actually was a real, living, breathing black man who had me in the bed down the hall and he was fucking me, filling me like I’ve never been filled before, bouncing me on his cock like a slender white rag doll. And as I grabbed my crotch through my pants, feeling the. We develop it and feel our urge and ejaculation grow stronger as our stroking consumes more and more time. We are slowly centering our lifestyle around it, our schedule and activities. Our cock is at the center of our body and so should be at the center of our life and what defines us. Truly spiritual.I've been reading about cultures throughout history that worshiped the cock, carved idols and statues to it, practiced it as a religion. Siva God in India, statues in Pompeii, Thailand, Japan. A. I had assumed she would be back within a half hour, instead I had to lie and listen to their fucking for another two and a half hours, she didn't return to our marriage bed until gone four thirty am. I pretended to be asleep and peered through half shut eyes as Nancy limped into the bedroom, clutching her discarded clothing, threw them on the floor then slipped into the shower to wash away all traces of her infidelity. Not before I had saw her battered, gaping pussy, ravaged and abused by Bob,.