
All that work you’ve put in. The tireless leg days, the careful dieting. The tanning, waxing, bleaching. The daily dildo practice and Kegal exercises. And for what? The closeted top you met on Grindr warmed up on your mouth, played with your hole for a bit and then fucked you for a quick eight minutes before he blew his load in and on your ass. He left with just a “Thanks. Nice hole. Catch ya later.”
You feel used, dirty and sore. But you kinda like that. You could go after the out-tops who might be a bit more generous with their time and interest. Who might treat you like something other than a toy to bust on. Who might not be overcome with feelings of shame and regret in their post-cum clarity. But you don’t want that. You like being used as a cumdump for a guy who’s going to go back to his girlfriend and never think about you again. You wished you didn’t, but the thought of a guy like that got your bussy quivering. You opened up Grindr again. Huh. A married soldier who just wants a hole to fuck but he’s definitely not gay. Yeah, yeah. Handsome enough, decent dick. Perfect. You tell him when and where and go clean the other guy’s cum off.
It’ll be our little secret











































