About Me
A bit about me....for those who could give a damn...
I was born with the gift or the curse of insatiable sexual hunger...perhaps an unknown gene, psychological disorder or hormone imbalance. In school I was the bad . I sucked my first cock at , and soon was in high demand. I liked the attention, the feeling and the reputation. In high school I fucked the football team and was soon sleeping with of my teachers. I liked everything about it.
After high school I had a series of entry level jobs in Manhattan. A with a broom closet apartment in the big city. I had already learned my first lesson in marketing, and merchandised myself as fun, flirty, and promiscuous. I was confident in my desirability and aggressive in my approach. Of the 5 jobs held , I was fucking 4 of the bosses within 2 weeks. I sucked off on my interview setting the tone of my employment and work skills.
As the smarter and more studious girls were working overtime on paperwork, I was in the Hamptons, on the corporate jet or sailing. It seemed so simple and logical...
I subsequently entered college, and funded 7 years of education by monetizing my body...working as nude dancer, lingerie model, massage parlor girl, , and street worker. About 1800 men used me...and I used them...a perfect exchange, but fair as my reputation grew with repeats and referrals. The experience taught me much about pleasing, and serving as well as understanding a mans body. I was never ashamed, but proud in the pleasure I offered.
After college, a combination of luck, skill, work ethic, and some wonderful mentoring launched a successful business. I was driven, exploited my niche, but remembered my other side. My initial contracts were based upon solid business proposals, closed by sexual use by my clients. It worked.
The business prospered and I soon was running a 65 employee firm. I developed into the classic “boss cunt”...brutal, demanding and non compromising. I spent my days chopping off the balls of men who got in my way and rigorously protected my brand.
During this period, financial success proved stressful, and I needed a release...the bi-polar Jenn emerged. Almost as penance for my daytime behaviors, I entered the world of submission, degradation and depravity...a therapy to create balance. I sought the darkest of experiences, the complete destruction of my ego, the reduction to a mindless sexual toy. It was my addiction. I enjoyed the unknown, the risk, the complete sexual objectification. It was to become the ongoing “Side B”
While in Palm Beach I met an older man, quiet, cerebral, and mysterious.
Our casual conversations soon lead to our first official date. We enjoyed a refined evening of dinner, conversation and exploration. I expected an evening of sex, but was unprepared for his brutal attack.
He refused to enter my pussy, instead fucking my ass brutally, he face fucked me , with an hour of ATM...me ultimately puking and covering his clock and balls. He continued until his sperm pulsed from his cock deep into my throat...me choking. He ordered me keep his cock in my mouth as he slowly softened. Soon the first drops of his urine flowed from his cock into my mouth....”don’t lose a drop bitch” as he emptied his full bladder full stream. I swallowed multiple time fulfilling command...and then collapsed in tears.
Eventually we were married in a unique, unconventional bond of total communication, coupled with sexual depravity. He had me bred in an intense day interracial breeding ritual resulting in a beautiful daughter.
Which bring us to the present...a whore, slut, toilet slave.
Slut looking for hot bbc...used, whored, owned. groups, public, exposure. Let me worship your superior cock. Bareback , breeding, slave, degraded & depraved, toilet friendly, No names, no questions, no excuses.
My Ideal Person I’m actively seeking ownership, but will not settle for the ordinary, banal or trite. Successful, affluent, educated, and self actualized are those who I will serve without limits. Communication, connection, and compatibility are a must for the depth of my service. If interested let’s chat ?
I was born with the gift or the curse of insatiable sexual hunger...perhaps an unknown gene, psychological disorder or hormone imbalance. In school I was the bad . I sucked my first cock at , and soon was in high demand. I liked the attention, the feeling and the reputation. In high school I fucked the football team and was soon sleeping with of my teachers. I liked everything about it.
After high school I had a series of entry level jobs in Manhattan. A with a broom closet apartment in the big city. I had already learned my first lesson in marketing, and merchandised myself as fun, flirty, and promiscuous. I was confident in my desirability and aggressive in my approach. Of the 5 jobs held , I was fucking 4 of the bosses within 2 weeks. I sucked off on my interview setting the tone of my employment and work skills.
As the smarter and more studious girls were working overtime on paperwork, I was in the Hamptons, on the corporate jet or sailing. It seemed so simple and logical...
I subsequently entered college, and funded 7 years of education by monetizing my body...working as nude dancer, lingerie model, massage parlor girl, , and street worker. About 1800 men used me...and I used them...a perfect exchange, but fair as my reputation grew with repeats and referrals. The experience taught me much about pleasing, and serving as well as understanding a mans body. I was never ashamed, but proud in the pleasure I offered.
After college, a combination of luck, skill, work ethic, and some wonderful mentoring launched a successful business. I was driven, exploited my niche, but remembered my other side. My initial contracts were based upon solid business proposals, closed by sexual use by my clients. It worked.
The business prospered and I soon was running a 65 employee firm. I developed into the classic “boss cunt”...brutal, demanding and non compromising. I spent my days chopping off the balls of men who got in my way and rigorously protected my brand.
During this period, financial success proved stressful, and I needed a release...the bi-polar Jenn emerged. Almost as penance for my daytime behaviors, I entered the world of submission, degradation and depravity...a therapy to create balance. I sought the darkest of experiences, the complete destruction of my ego, the reduction to a mindless sexual toy. It was my addiction. I enjoyed the unknown, the risk, the complete sexual objectification. It was to become the ongoing “Side B”
While in Palm Beach I met an older man, quiet, cerebral, and mysterious.
Our casual conversations soon lead to our first official date. We enjoyed a refined evening of dinner, conversation and exploration. I expected an evening of sex, but was unprepared for his brutal attack.
He refused to enter my pussy, instead fucking my ass brutally, he face fucked me , with an hour of ATM...me ultimately puking and covering his clock and balls. He continued until his sperm pulsed from his cock deep into my throat...me choking. He ordered me keep his cock in my mouth as he slowly softened. Soon the first drops of his urine flowed from his cock into my mouth....”don’t lose a drop bitch” as he emptied his full bladder full stream. I swallowed multiple time fulfilling command...and then collapsed in tears.
Eventually we were married in a unique, unconventional bond of total communication, coupled with sexual depravity. He had me bred in an intense day interracial breeding ritual resulting in a beautiful daughter.
Which bring us to the present...a whore, slut, toilet slave.
Slut looking for hot bbc...used, whored, owned. groups, public, exposure. Let me worship your superior cock. Bareback , breeding, slave, degraded & depraved, toilet friendly, No names, no questions, no excuses.
My Ideal Person I’m actively seeking ownership, but will not settle for the ordinary, banal or trite. Successful, affluent, educated, and self actualized are those who I will serve without limits. Communication, connection, and compatibility are a must for the depth of my service. If interested let’s chat ?
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