My confused and unpredictable little Jamie is traveling in California at the moment, and with her permission - Daddy has been on the prowl. Last night I was finally invited to the home of a 26 year-old red head I met on LavaLife and had first met for a drink about a month ago. Although we’ve both been busy, a certain chemistry drew us back together almost exactly 30 days after our first hello. When she answered the door I almost dropped the bottle of Chenin Blanc I’d procured on the way over.

Kristen is a larger girl, but with a personality and adventurous streak that both excites and makes me feel at ease at the same time. She doesn’t know about my involvement with this site, so although she allowed me to take photos of last evening’s naughtiness I am going to have to edit them to protect her identity. I’m sure, however, that you’ll recognize a familiar trunk of man meat. Honest to God - all of the stories and photos we use here on Sexophrenic.com are original and true. We strive to be an authentic reality sex blog.

Back to the wine - I had to tighten my grip on the bottle when Kristen answered the door wearing a sexy dress and top, her bright red hair falling loose around her shoulders. She looked ten times better than I remembered, and I instantly felt my cock shift inside my boxers. There would definitely be less chatting, and more filthy fucking, on this fine evening. She greeted me with a kiss on the lips, took the wine out of my shaking hand and said to follow her inside.

Her modest basement apartment was tastefully decorated with a mixture of antiques and modern furniture. The warm brown colors on the wall instantly made me feel like I’d been there 100 times before, and I walked into the kitchen to look for a corkscrew. I found an already chilled bottle of pinot in the fridge, popped the cork and filled two big glasses. When she returned from hanging up my coat, I handed her one and clinked her glass.

“Thanks for inviting me over,” I began. “I don’t want to be presumptuous, but you are just what I need after the week I’ve had.” She smiled, swirling the wine around inside her mouth and answered me. “Put down the glass,” she ordered, and Daddy did as he was told.

Kristen quickly dropped to her knees and began to massage the front of my pants. I picked up my camera and told her to look at the lens before snapping the first picture. She obliged without hesitation, and I could tell this was going to be a great set for my butterfly collection. She traced my hardening cock with her fingers and it burst out through the fly as she lowered the zipper.

She took the big head into her mouth and then swallowed my cock about halfway. I slapped her face, pulled my dong out so that it was resting on her chin, and told her to pose for another photo. I didn’t (and still don’t) know Kristen very well, but at this point it became apparent that she was very submissive, so I decided to keep the nasty theme going and see just how much she was willing to take.

I put the camera down on her coffee table, put my hands on my hips and let my trousers fall down around my ankles. “Listen up, you naughty little bitch. I want you to suck this big cock like you’ve never sucked a cock before,” I ordered. She grabbed both of my butt cheeks and impaled her face on my glistening pole. It felt amazing as she slowly increased suction and pulled back until it popped out and hit her on the chin again.

After thoroughly enjoying about 10 minutes of her really aggressive cocksucking, I was ready to test her limits a bit more. I told her to stand up and step out of her skirt and blouse. Her large breasts appeared suddenly. I was happy to see that she had no lingerie on underneath, and even happier when I realized her black leather boots came to half way up her thick thighs. She started to unlace the left boot, but I wasn’t having any of that.

“Don’t you dare take those boots off, you filthy little pig!” I hollered. “Daddy wants you to keep them on, and Daddy wants you to get on the bed right now”. She sat sheepishly on the mattress and was again face to face with the head of my dick, which by now was coursing with hot blood and almost purple in color. “Kiss the head of Daddy’s cock, sweetie, and then get on your fucking knees.” I was ready to take my new found fuck friend to the ultimate limit.

I reached between her legs from behind and slid my middle finger into her soaking wet pussy. Her natural lubricant was thick and smooth. I spread it around her lips and clit as I normally do to assist with penetration, and she moaned in anticipation of a big rod inside her box - But I had other ideas. I quietly slipped on a dome and then rubbed her slimy wetness all over the head and shaft of my cock and set my sights on her tight little puckered (virgin, I would find out later) asshole.

I quickly pressed my engorged cock against the center of her tiny taint and leaned into her plump ass cheeks until the head popped inside. The scream which happened next was an anguished wail of pleasure and pain. When she stopped to take a breath, I inched forward driving thick dick even deeper into her uninitiated anus. Her second scream became a guttural, primal moan. I completed my first thrust by grabbing her hips and forcing myself in up to the hilt, and then slowly pulled the full length back out again, stopping at the ridge of the head.

The ass assault continued for a good half an hour. When I felt like I wanted to explode, I quickly took a picture of my cock in Kristen’s ass (notice her black leather boot in the shot above) and then withdrew and rolled off the condom. I laid her on her back with her head on the pillows at the top of the bed. I then proceeded to stroke off over her face until I dropped 3 or 4 massive streams of thick hot goo all over her chin, lips, eyes and forehead. I used the video function on my digital camera to capture the facial, so the last photo you see is Kristen after she washed her face, licking my tired schlong clean. If I get around to editing the facial clip to protect Kristen’s identity I will post it here.

A lovely fuck fest was had by all, and I look forward to introducing Kristen to Jamie when she gets home from Cali. Perhaps another spicy photoshoot will be the result. If any of our readers have role playing or photo shoot requests, please visit the contact page and share. Jesus, I need a shower.

Frank grabbed my hair and turned my head so that the dark headed man’s dick was right in front of my face. “Open up, slut”, he sneered as his friend shoved his meat into my mouth. “Suck that fucking cock”, he ordered as his friend pushed his pole all the way down my throat, gagging me in the process. “Suck it good”, Frank repeated as he ripped my blouse off and threw it back over his head.

The skinny blonde straddled my ass and lifted up my skirt. He began to rub his cock all over my fishnet-clad ass as Frank tugged hard at my nipples, twisting and turning the sensitive knobs until I moaned. It wasn’t all bad and at this point, and knowing that I couldn’t get out, I resigned to enjoy it. I had all of their attention, all at once, and secretly relished it like the wanton whore I tend to become after 3 rum and Cokes.

Frank then grabbed my hair and pulled me off the dark haired man, shoving his own cock into my face. “Get it nice and wet, or I will make you regret it, you cheap fuck pig.” I did as I was told and licked the shaft up and down, moistening every bit.

Behind me, the blonde one ripped open my hose and slid his cock into my warm and wet pussy. I pushed back into him, helping to brace myself against Franks violent thrusting. The dark haired man grabbed and squeezed my breasts, making them ache.

“You fucking slut”, he growled. “Yeah, she is a slut, isn’t she? She really likes this. Don’t you, bitch?”, Frank asked. I said nothing and continued with my rhythm. He then stopped, holding his cock in my throat “You better answer me if you know what is good for you.”

I held my position, still and silent. The blonde pulled out of me and backed off. The dark haired man retreated to the corner. The next thing that I know, Frank jerked me up and threw me onto the sink, my legs spread, spilling out over each side. He hauled back and slapped me across the face. “I asked you a question, you will answer me. Do you enjoy this?” With a sheepish grin and sly smile, I nodded. “Good girl” he cooed as he slid his cock into my aching pussy.

The other two came up and placed their cocks in either of my hands. I was being fucked to the nines by Frank while jerking off the other two on either side of him. With three men all to myself, I couldn’t have enjoyed the scenario more. I jerked the men harder, squeezing tight on the down stroke, twisting on the upstroke.

Frank yanked his cock out of me, “Get down, down on your knees and open your mouth”. I did as I was told and Frank immediately jerked his thin load onto my face. I watched the quick pulses streaming out of his cock head. The other two followed suite, painting my face in thick loads of cum. The blonde’s cum was stringy and viscous while the dark haired man’s smelled faintly of Clorox. I cant see them, but I wink anyways, rolling my tongue around my lips, trying not to miss a single salty drop.

They all pull up their pants and leave the room quickly. In there alone, I take a few minutes to clean myself up and try my best to straighten up my clothes. My girlfriend meets me outside, two drinks in her hands - one of which she hands to me.

“How was it?” she asks, dragging off of her cigarette.

“I’ve been used and I loved it.”, I reply.

“You’re such a bar slut.”, she responds.

“Give me a cigarette, you jealous bitch.”

Frank seemed to stare at me with a completely blank look. I smiled, he stayed stone faced. I winked, he kept that blank look. Something about this caused my nipples to harden, thinking of his mouth on them, would his face change then? The foot lover’s hands creep higher and higher. He cups my ass cheeks under my skirt and begins to work his thumbs towards my pussy. I gently take his hand in mine and place it back down on my thigh, never breaking eye contact with Frank.

I start thinking about the both of them, at once, here in the bar and maybe later in the alley. This and the fact that the foot lover’s thumbs are back to working towards my pussy begins to bring on dampness in my hosiery. What kind of kink is Frank into, I wonder. Would he be too much for me? Would I really want to find out? I decided yes as I stood up and walked over to Frank. I glanced back at the foot lover, with a forlorn puppy dog look in his eye.

Frank’s gaze never wavered and he watched me every second as I sauntered over to him. When I got a few feet from him, he hadn’t said a word, so I continued my approach. I got to where I was standing between his knees and he let out a sinister “Hello, slut”.

“Excuse me?”, I asked - genuinely taken aback.

“I said hello, you fucking bar slut.”

I was a bit taken back but excited at the same time. I noticed Frank nod to a couple of guys in the corner as they smiled back and darted into the men’s room. The slithered up and stood on either side of me, eyeing my tits and ass like they’d been on a hunger strike. I mustered up the most frightened puppy-dog eyes I could manage and looked back over at their fearless leader.

“Now, I don’t want a lot of backtalk and shit from you. I see you for what you are, Missy. And you’re about to have the time of your life.” He grabbed my hand firmly, which shook me out of the shock induced by what I had just heard, and led me into the men’s restroom. Just inside the door, the room was much darker than the bar had been. A faint smell of piss and urinal cakes filled the dank room. Frank jammed his index finger into my mouth from behind. “Suck that like you’re going to suck all of our big cocks”, he demanded.

Frank firmly pushed his big hand on the small of my back, knocking me down to the floor on my hands and knees – legs spread and ass sticking up. I could see all three men looming down at me with predatory looks in their eyes. One by one I unzipped them and took their already hard cocks out of their pants. Frank’s was the biggest, uncircumcised and dripping cum. The other two, one blonde and skinny and one dark and grizzly looking, seemed to follow Frank’s lead, already knowing what was going to happen.

Frank grabbed my hair turned my head so that the dark headed man’s dick was right in front of my face and started feeding it to me. “Open up slut”, he sneered, as his friend shoved his meat into my mouth. “Suck it”, he ordered as his friend pushed his cock all the way down my throat, gagging me in the process. “Suck it good”, Frank repeats as he ripped my blouse off with one hand while stroking his engorged dick with the other…

My girlfriend came over tonight and we got all slutted up to go to the bar. I mean we pulled out the stops, put on the ‘fuck me’ boots and got ourselves dolled up to turn heads. We have a rule, I buy the first round, she buys the second and after that we don’t pay anymore. In order to pull it off, you have to bat those eyelashes, bend over to pick up the odd dropped napkin and smile a lot. The miniskirt and fishnet stockings obviously help too.

We got to the local dive bar around 9:00 and cased the place right away. There were some girls there but they looked ready to leave. This was going to be a cakewalk. It was a sausagefest all the way. We took two empty seats between two equally empty and lonely looking gentlemen. The one next to her whispered into her ear, “tell your gal pal if she is interested in my friend, to take off a shoe”. She relayed it to me immediately but I played it cool, ignoring the invitation. I mean, I’m not a whore. At least not as far as they knew at that point, anyway.

We made fast friends with Billy the bartender and were given the low down on the regulars. “Most of the people here tonight are cool, watch out for Frank over there – hes into some really kinky shit”. In a place like this, having the bartender on your side is always a good thing. But we weren’t intimidated by any of the cock in Bill’s sorry excuse for a watering hole. Something interesting needed to happen, fast.

After coming back from the bathroom, my girlfriend and I traded places so that I could sit next to the foot lover. As it turned out, the sick fuck wasn’t into much conversation; he just wanted to watch me take my shoes off and on repeatedly. I figured this was good enough for a drink and obliged him. Eventually the twisted bastard stepped out for a smoke, inviting me to join him.

As he sat on the outside step, I bent over to pull the flame off of his lighter – giving everyone behind me a nice show of my ass in fishnets sans panties. He wasn’t shy about telling me he wanted my backside to him and I bent over again again, doffing and donning my black high heels. This was advantageous to me as it allowed me to flirt with every other guy outside taking a smoke break.

As the alcohol and nicotine flooded my brain, the not-so-dormant slut in me took over. The men could sense it too. Sitting at the bar again, with the foot lover now rubbing my feet and legs, I caught the eye of another man across the room. Uh oh, it was Frank, the one to watch out for…

“An individual suffering from a sexual disorder involving several naughty personalities with insatiable libidos and absolutely no shame.”

My name is Jamie, I’m a sexophrenic and this is my story. Where to begin? It all started several long months ago and I am still experiencing strange episodes during which my body is taken over by one of several lustful personalities who then proceed to have sex with anyone in their vicinity. Luckily I am able to remember the incidents, and hope that documenting these episodes right after they happen will help me to understand this strange disorder with which I’m afflicted.

It is both a blessing and a curse, and I hope that my records might help others suffering from - or enjoying - being a sexophrenic.