In honor of the new SAG-AFTRA strike, I figured I’d give an update on my WGA strike post from a couple months back. One guy wrote a success post already, but I met someone else as well, and y’all love a success story, so here’s another one.

I will admit: I did not meet anyone from the WGA. I thought I found one but he was a CATFISH (rude!!!!!) (he did apologize profusely later) and the other people claiming to be WGA also seemed a bit fishy. So when a hot journalist from a leftist news org that covered the strike favorably slid into the DMs, I decided that was close enough and made plans to let him slide down somewhere else.

Our texting was (and has continued to be) minimal. I liked the pictures he sent of his handsome face, slender tattooed body, and massive uncut dick. He didn’t seem crazy. He lived about 10 minutes from me. So I went for it. It had been years since my last RAOBJ encounter and I was more than a little nervous at first, but my nerves were quickly settled by his expressive eyes and gentle voice. And his overall vibes were really working for me — long dreads gathered into a low ponytail, laid back style, and a mustache I can only describe as chill (you know how mustaches sometimes aren’t chill? well, imagine facial hair that isn’t that). The eyes were what really got me — gentle, pretty eyes that betrayed a certain softness to his masculinity.

I’d been deprived of good dick and I knew from his pictures that he had a massive one. Long (a true 8”), straight, thick (but not too thick), uncut… almost too much for me to take but I was pretty confident I could at least give it a convincing try. So pretty much as soon as we got to his living room, I asked if I could take my tits out. We were still chatting a little (regular Brooklyn small talk: landlords, rescue pets, socialism) and getting to know each other but I wanted to watch him ogle me. And as soon as my giant tits popped out of my crop top, the floor in front of him began to call towards me. I dropped to my knees and politely asked if I could suck his dick. He unzipped his pants in response.

I was already soaking wet — not like it mattered, since I was just there to be a service slut.

The blowjob was fast, hard, and just rough enough. I began by licking his huge dick and bobbing on the top of it a little, swirling my tongue around as I used my lips as a pussy. But I was there for throating. He was almost too big for me to swallow — almost. He let me maneuver his cock down my throat at first, but as soon as it popped past the throat barrier, he grabbed my head firmly (but without force). He pumped vigorously until I began to choke hard. After enjoying my throat tightening on his dick through a couple of my gags, he pulled me up. I gasped for breath and let a long strand of drool fall across his balls.

I took a moment to admire the spit pooling on his dick before pulling my tits up around his cock, using the drool as lube to jack him off with my H cups. I sucked and licked his head as he began to give my chest the same pounding that he gave my throat. I basked in the feeling of my body being used so thoroughly. Well…the top half of my body 😌

We alternated between my mouth, my throat, and my tits a few times, but it wasn’t long before I felt his balls begin to tighten. I took him as far down my throat as I could so he could cum deep inside me. I choked on the load, letting some of his cum dribble out onto his dick. As I once again gasped for air, I gently kissed his dick and licked up the cum that had fallen out. I could feel spit and cum sticking to my cheeks. My breaths were still heavy. It was so fucking satisfying.

At this point, my pussy was absolutely leaking, which I showed off for him. He stroked my clit as he felt my wetness, but we didn’t explore that any further. I got back on the couch and we talked about comrade shit again for another half hour or so… until I wanted more.

It was too late for another round, so we made plans to hang out the next day. 12 hours later, I woke up and went straight back to his living room rug for another round. I blew him two more times over the next couple of days; I just couldn’t get enough of him. By the end of the weekend, my throat was sore and my voice was a little raspy. It was so worth it.

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A week or so later, I got another message, from someone who was in an adjacent union and had turned down an offer to scab (hot). He already wrote about our experience so I’ll just give a shout out to Reddit Jesus for bringing me someone kinky and kind because he’s been fucking my throat on the regular ever since. (I still see the first guy as well but our schedules have been a little harder to finesse.) This guy will softly finger my mouth pussy (I loooooove to have my tongue stroked) and once I’m wet for him he’ll dick my face down in every position. The other night I warmed his cock for a solid hour, taking two loads in a row before napping on his lap while he stroked my hair. I recently gave him his first rimjob, which was a true honor.

Anyway… that’s what I’ve been up to since I posted. This subreddit continues to delight and amaze! Love you freaky little dreamers!