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Black Women Goes On All Cum Diet

Glory City has been the origin of many strange things. Who would have thought a city would exist that had a glory hole right in the Mayor’s office? Well here is another story out of Glory City that goes even a step further. A lady who worked as a Dietitian had recently found out she had been diagnosed with Type 2 diabetes. This was especially devastating to her, since advising people on their diet was her entire profession and lifelong dream. How embarrassing that she now suffered from the same disease that most of her clients also suffered from. She decided she was going to do something about it. After much research and experimentation, she had determined that male semen was actually the perfect fuel, and might be able to reverse her type two diabetes. There was only one way to test her hypothesis. She needed to go on an “all cum” diet. Glory City was the perfect place for her to test her theory out, since there was literally a glory hole every 100 feet or so. It was the city’s main business and responsible for 65% of jobs in town. So it wasn’t hard for her to get real scientific data. She setup her lab at a popular glory hole in town. She had a steady stream of men coming in looking to shove their cocks in a pretty lady’s mouth. All she had to do was get on her knees and start sucking the loads out of people. And suck cock she did!

She soon discovered she needed to suck about 30 cocks a day in order to get enough calories to sustain her current body weight. In Glory City, this was not a problem. She could probably suck 100 cocks a day if she was feeling extra hungry. It didn’t hurt that she was an attractive black female. She soon had men lined up outside her lab waiting to shove their throbbing cocks down her throat on a daily basis. She took many loads to her face, which disappointed her. She needed to swallow the cum, not have it sprayed all over her face. She needed it for nourishment. After 3 months of going on an all cum diet, she tested her blood to see what effect it had on her A1C. Much to her surprise, she now had a normal A1C below 5.5. The “all cum” diet had cured her disease. News soon spread of her discovery and many others suffering from the crippling ailment began following her cum diet regimen. Now if you check the statistics, Glory City has the lowest rate of Type 2 Diabetes in all of North America. What a miracle. God bless the glory holes.

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My Wife Gets Blacked On The Putanic

My wife and I have been married for 7 years. I’m still madly in love with her. Sure, we have our issues. But nothing normal couples don’t go through. I always liked to think that we’d spend the rest of our lives together, growing old.

That’s why I was so pleased when my wife decided to buy us tickets for a cruise ship. It’s not like her. Normally I end up planning all of our vacations. She just sits back and goes along with whatever I choose for us to do. That’s why it was so surprising to see how excited she was for this cruise. She didn’t even tell me much about it. Just that it was a beautiful cruise ship named the Putanic, and that there would be lots of people our age on it. It sounded like a great idea.

When we boarded the ship, everything seemed normal. The captain of the ship greeted us, along with his crew, as we brought our luggage on board. They seemed like a friendly bunch, although they seemed to be a little too friendly with my wife. They were very touchy-feely guys and to be honest if was a little off-putting. If I didn’t know any better, I would have thought they were hitting on her right in front of me.

My wife appeared to be correct, in that the rest of the passengers seemed to be about our same age. I noticed a lot of what appeared to be singles though. There were quite a few single black men that seemed to be walking around the ship. I thought that was a little strange.

After we got in our room and got settled, my wife took a quick shower and slipped into a bikini. She said she was going out for a dip in the pool and that I should check out what’s on TV or something. It seemed strange that she instantly wanted to be alone on our first night on the cruise ship, but whatever. They did seem to have quite a movie selection in our room so I thought I might check out the latest Star Wars flick.

2 hours passed, and I got done watching Luke Skywalker die, and my wife was no where to be seen. Seemed like an awful long time to be hanging out by the pool. So I got up and went for a stroll to see if I could find her. As I approached the pool area I began hearing moaning sounds. I laughed as I thought it sounded like someone had porno blaring on their TV and had the volume cranked. Strange, I thought. As I approached the pool the moaning got louder, and then I realized…that was the same sound my wife makes.

My steps quickened and my heart began to race. When I got there I felt a knot form in my stomach. My wife was on all fours surrounded by black 4 black men. One was underneath her with his giant, black penis inside her vagina, another was behind her and appeared to be fucking her in the ass, and two more were in front of her with long brown penises slapping her about the face and entering her mouth. At first I froze and thought I was witnessing my wife being gang-raped, but it didn’t take long till I noticed she was a willing participant. She was taking both big, black dicks in her hands and jacking them off as she alternated between sucking them both. These young, black men were doing a train on my wife right before my eyes and I was helpless to do anything about it. I tried to call out her name, but I could barely force out a whimper.

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When I got over the initial shock I noticed there were other groups of people gathered around the deck having sex. Groups of 4 or 5 people were seen in clusters. Hard cocks glistened under the early evening sun and the smell of wet pussy permeated the air. It was then I realized that we were on some sort of sex cruise ship. It all began to make sense. My wife booking the trip, the name of the ship…”Putanic”. How did I not figure this out before? I wanted to cry. Why did my loving wife of 7 years do this to me?

That’s when a beautiful black woman in a string bikini approached me. She smiled at me and before she said anything she grabbed my cock through my shorts and squeezed me hard. I felt the blood rush to my member as it quickly became engorged with blood.

“You must be one of the new passengers.” The sexy ebony woman said. I noticed she had a Putanic insignia on her bikini. I’m guessing she was one of their employees. Most likely a paid prostitute that was there to please the guests. As I glanced around the deck I noticed many people with Putanic insignias on their clothing. They were all employees of the cruise ship that were there to have sex with the passengers.

At this point I felt defeated and realized the only way I was going to get over it was to partake of what this ship was offering me. Within seconds she had my cock out and had her big, wet lips sliding up and down my rock hard cock. I glanced over at my wife and made eye contact with her just as she was taking a hot load from a black man on her face. She smiled and winked at me, as she continued servicing the group of black men around her, fresh cum dripping off her onto the floor.

That is when I realized she had done this to help reinvigorate our marriage. Things had gotten stale. She did this to bring some excitement back into our lives. We both fucked for hours that first night. I came 4 times and my wife was covered in the sperm of at least a dozen black men when she finally came back to our room. Even after all that, we still managed to make love to each other in our cabin that first night, and it was the best sex we had in years. Now every year we book a cruise on the Putanic. It is what saved our marriage.

My Vacation on the Sex Cruise Ship Called Putanic

I had been saving for 2 years for a vacation. I had been through a divorce and my bitch of a wife basically wiped me out. I had been living off of Kraft dinner and wieners ever since she took me to the cleaners. My life was basically just a grind of getting up and going to work, coming home, sending her a cheque, then trying to squirrel away enough money for myself that I might be able to afford some nice things again. It was killing me, but I was slowly able to save up a few thousand dollars.

I needed to plan out the perfect trip. I wasn’t going to be able to afford this again for at least another 4 years, so I had to research where I would get the best bang for the buck and have the best time. I could go to a place like Vegas and blow all my money in one night and then wake up with nothing to show for it but a hangover.

That’s when I discovered the Putanic. It was a private cruise ship owned by a brothel owner that I just happened to know from past dealings. He would book a week-long tour through the Caribbean and other exotic locations, and everyone would board his fantastic yacht to enjoy the tour.

Since he was a brothel owner, he decided to take advantage of his contacts in the sex industry and filled his ship’s crew up with prostitutes. Everyone paid their fair share and they got to partake of all the hot women on the boat for the entire week. It was up to you if you wanted to tip the girls, but otherwise everything else was included. All the sex and drinks you wanted. It sounded almost too good to be true. After all, I had to question the sense in naming the boat the “Putanic.” It’s like he was trying to jinx us before we even set sail.

Against my better judgment, I handed over my life savings and boarded the boat with a week’s worth of clothing. As soon as I walked on the ship you could see prostitutes just lying around, ready to greet their new ship mates. There were women of all races on his boat. I have a thing for dark-skinned Africans, so that is of course the first woman I went for. A couple Margaritas later and I had this African beauty in my cabin. I filled every one of her holes and went in bareback. The owner of the cruise line assured us it was safe since he paid for all his women to be tested before we set sail. She was a real sweetheart and looked like she came directly from South Africa. You can see her in this video I posted.

I had a lot of fun with her, but there were so many fine women on the ship that I had to sample some more. Later that night all the guests had come out to the pool area to enjoy the night sky and some dancing and music. It wasn’t long before it turned into a full blown orgy on the deck of the boat. People were laying down towels and escorts were getting railed by 2 to 3 guys at the same time right on the floor. I heard one guy yell “I’m going to make this bitch air tight!” as he shuffled his way into what was already a threesome. He became the fourth person in the group as he shoved his cock in her asshole. I guess all her holes were plugged with cocks so essentially she was now air tight.

I just sat back and watched for a few minutes. It was quite the spectacle. But I couldn’t resist for very long. Seeing all those exotic women moaning and screaming had my cock as hard as a rock. I waited for one of the other guys to finish and moseyed my way into the foursome that was going on. I spit on my cock and shoved it in her ass where the other passenger had just been seconds eariler. I had never had such nasty and dirty, hot sex in my life. I loved it!

That night was perfect. I could have went home the next day and been completely satisfied with my money being well spent. But we had a whole week to partake of these fine whores. It was like I had died and gone to heaven, and God lived on a cruise ship!

By the end of the week my cock was raw from so much fucking. Even without the constant sex, the trip was amazing. We stopped in some exotic locales and some of the whores would leave and new ones would come on board. The Captain did his best to make sure we always had fresh ladies.

All I can say is, if you ever get a chance to ride on the Putanic, don’t even think twice. It will be the best decision you ever made. I can die a happy man now.

Sex In The Year 2177 – Sex Robots Become A Reality

We had just landed on Mars. We had been out mining for 2 years in the Solidium fields on Jupiter. We hadn’t seen a female the whole time we were there. They are too fragile for the work environment on Jupiter and they aren’t allowed to go on mining missions there. I guess you could say we had some pent up frustrations that needed to be released.

The rest of my crew headed straight for the closest bar, hoping to pick up some of the local sex workers that frequent there. I had another idea though. I had been reading about these new sex robots that the Caesar’s Mars Casino had been developing. They were trying to corner the market on the sex industry in their newly built casino / resort on Mars. Anyone could go find a hooker and take their chances at getting Space herpes or something worse, but Caesar’s was targeting the higher end crowd with their new sex robots.

Artificial AI robots had been around for years, but they weren’t allowed to be used in the sex industry. Something about violating the Robot Charter of Rights. It had been tried, but the technology was not there and the government always ended up shutting projects like that down. Caesar’s was the first company to get a license, and the only ones with the new artificial skin technology.

Instead of synthetics and plastics, their scientists had developed a way of growing actual skin and living tissue. They were able to generate real vaginas and penises with blood flow and real cum. I just had to try this out. It’s basically like a real woman, except they are there just to please you and fulfill your every desire.

As soon as I booked myself into a room at the resort, I fired up the entertainment console and started ordering myself a custom-made sex robot. It costs 500 credits and your hooker is made specifically to your own specifications. The tissue is grown in about 30 minutes, so you always end up with your own sex robot that has been untouched by other men.

I sat down and began working on my very own sex robot. I made her black, with abnormally large features. Massive Double G tits. Huge lips, on her face… and between her legs. I wanted a giant fat ass too so she could sit on my face and smother me. By the time I was done customizing her, I had been hit with a penalty of an additional 100 credits to account for all the extra tissue they were going to have to generate to create her body. I guess the process is not cheap and the tissue runs a hefty premium.

40 minutes later I had a knock on my door. In walked my sex robot, wearing leather panties and a tiny bra, barely able to contain her massive mounds of flesh. My penis got rock hard as she called me by my name. She knew everything about me, well, at least everything I entered into the questionnaire when I was designing her. She knew my every fetish and desire.

Her skin was so soft and felt just like any other woman I had been with. Actually, it even felt better, as they are able to genetically modify it to be softer and smoother than a normal human’s skin.

She got on her knees and took my hard cock in her mouth. Her giant black lips felt like soft pillows wrapped around my dick. I was so excited I was about to cum right in her mouth. So I stopped her and threw her on the bed. Normally I would never do this, but she was so lifelike I wanted to taste her, and see what her juices tasted like. Her pussy was dripping wet and tasted amazing. My face was already covered in her cum. You could feel the blood flowing through her skin and feel her pussy pulsate as I made her more and more excited. I could have ate her pussy for hours.

I finally climbed on top of her and shoved my throbbing cock inside her pink, soaking-wet pussy. The best part about fucking a sex robot is you don’t need to use protection. So I went in her bareback to get the full enjoyment out of her.  I only managed 5 pumps before I shot my steaming-hot load deep inside of her. I couldn’t believe this was a robot I was fucking. It was the best sex of my life!

After the session was done, she sat and talked to me for 10 minutes. Then when I was ready to go, she got up and left. I’m not sure what happens to them after they are finished with a customer. She was taken into a back room beside a big steel door. Some say the tissue gets recycled, while some seem to think they send them to an incinerator. After all, they are only good for one use then they have to be disposed of, for health and safety reasons. It’s such a shame. If I was able to take her away from there, I would marry that girl. She was the most amazing fuck of my life.

New York Sex Workers – The Battle For Power – Final Chapter

John knew it wouldn’t be so easy to take over the Yankee territory. They had already caught wind of his battle with the Backstreet Thugs and there was no way his men would fall for the same trap. John was going to have to fight this time. He loaded up his people with all their new weapons and equipment and began the assault on the Yankee brothel. White, bald men wearing Doc Martens were out front with machine guns. The gunfire rang out and bodies fell everywhere. Hookers lay dead and dying as the Aryans fought back with a vigor John had not anticipated. They made it inside at quite a cost. Half of his army of hookers had been wiped out. But just as many Yankees bodies were piled up as well. One of the Yankees came at John from behind with a bayonet-equipped rifle.

The Giant leaped inbetween John and the attacker just in time. But the Giant took the bayonet in the heart and knew he wasn’t going to make it. He dropped to his knees and grabbed John’s hand. He placed a pager in it and said “Take this. You will know what to do. It is the only way.” John had no idea what he was talking about, but he took the pager and continued the assault on the Yankee hooker stronghold.

Hours of gunfire passed. The dead continued to pile up on both sides. The Yankees leader was barricaded in his office. He wouldn’t come out. They were both down to their last men and women. John remembered the pager. But what could it mean? He pressed the number on the device and hoped it would be of some help.
As the battle continued he realized his page had been received. A tiny figure entered the battlezone. She looked like an angel walking across the fields of dead. It was Hoowanneka, the little elk. She was completely naked and appeared to have a glow around her. As she crossed the piles of dead the gunfire slowly quieted. People were in such awe of this hooker’s beauty that they dropped their weapons and began masturbating.

As she approached the office doors, the sounds of steamy, hot ejaculate could be heard hitting the floor. Men were cumming, other women hookers were squirting. Everybody was releasing their warm bodily fluids over and over again at the sight of the Indian beauty. Suddenly the office doors slid open with the sound of screeching metal. Out stepped the Aryan leader. He had been watching from inside his office and he too was amazed at the beautiful 19 year old hooker. He walked out of the office with nothing on but his KKK hood. His large white penis was covered in Vaseline. He had already been masturbating for quite some time.

He approached Hoowanneka, his penis in his hand and yelled at her to “Suck it!” She dropped to her knees and took his veiny cock in her wet mouth. This was John’s chance to strike. He needed to take out the Yankee leader while he was distracted. But John too, found the sight of the Indian girl too much to handle. His cock was throbbing hard and he began masturbating while he watched her pleasure the Yankee leader. John came, and fell to the floor exhausted from the battle and everything that had transpired. He had lost, unable to finish his task.

Suddenly the Aryan leader screamed with pleasure. “I’m cumming!” he shouted. He blasted his hot goo all over Hoowanneka’s face, covering her brown skin with creamy white cum. She just sat there and let him expel all his spunk on to her perfect, innocent face. After the last drop fell from his penis, so did the Aryan leader. He hit the floor with a loud thud and lied motionless on the ground. Her blowjob had been too much for him and his heart exploded at the exact same time he ejaculated.

The battle was over. The Yankee leader was dead. The Giant’s final words saved the battle for John. He was now the new leader of all the New York prostitution gangs. He took Hoowanneka as his wife. He could finally say he had made something of himself. He was no longer Daddy’s little leech. He was the King of New York.