I know I am a total dirty nasty whore and I love it that way and I have many submissive guys call me because I am just that, a nasty fucking skank and they want to learn from the best! Trust me if they want to learn to be a gutter slut they really have to look no further!

I swear until recently I though I had no limits until I had two things happen simultaneously. A call and a gang bang both sorta slamming my limits in my face and strangely about the same thing.

So I was at this very popular BDSM club here in Atlanta using my tried and true method for starting a gang bang and guess what it worked! I was all fucked up and getting nailed in every hole and it got all sloppy and nasty just like I like it. Some how through the haze I noticed this short dumpy guy watching. Mind you I see a lot of these types of guys at these clubs but rarely are they in the restroom gangbangs. The kind I get range from leather punks to finely dressed gentleman forgetting their differences for a moment to partake in my slutty wares. Trust me when it comes to sex in a group or individually these guys are not much different because it is then that they all show what they really are at the core, sadists, and I love it!

So when not moaning in agony or ecstasy and I did look up, always this wimpy guy was in my view but then somewhere half way through I feel this grinding against my pussy and it was unpleasant because it was annoying it did not hurt at all or feel good for that matter and all I wanted it to do was quit. Quit my beloved gang bag that I have perfected a method of starting! I was actually beginning to get a little bit mad which is unusual for me.

When it got to much to take, like nails on chalk board, I looked back, there was Mr. Whimpy, back there looking like he was fucking me but I could not feel a thing inside me and really had no idea what he was doing so I asked him what the fuck he was doing and at this point he made this girly mewling noise , his chubby face turned red as a beet and he collapsed backward, palms back, knees bent, pelvis thrust forward at which point I saw the tiny bump of flesh that he apparently was attempting to fuck me with. It looked like a stump of a cock that had been burned off perfectly with acid or something and was kinda inverted. The sheer shock of it at first struck me dumb and silent, at first, but then maybe it was the booze, my frustration or the mere hilarity that he thought that pathetic little wang might get me off that my silence broke. I literally broke out into gales of laughter it was then and only then I realized he had collapsed in exhaustion not orgasm and he burst ropey strands of cum all over himself. I swear to god I had never seen anything so small in my life and maybe I would not have laughed if he had not tried to fuck me but he did!

So I swear to god the next morning, still covered in drying cum this guy calls and starts telling me about his little cock. I could not help it the whole night came back to me in a rush and I burst out laughing at this guy and went on a rant about itty bitty cocks and how even a whore like me could never and would ever be able to enjoy, appreciate or desire one.

It was one hell of a day !