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Subject: {ASSM} Last Man On The Planet 2 - Mbf, milf, oral, ws
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Last Man On The Planet 2 - Mbf, milf, oral, ws

A check of the TV showed what I feared. As far as I could tell I was still
the last man on the planet.

My blog entry did get 9 hits, but they could be from automated spambots.
Time for some action.

I drove to the office, not out of duty but because of the beast. The beast,
as we called it, was a telemarketing machine you could program with any
message. It could dial up to 256 numbers at the same time. I recorded a
simple "I'm still here, call me or come to my house, here's my info..."
message and set it to call every number in our area.

I then set out to drive around town, only now I had a plan. First police
stations, then fire houses, town hall, schools, libraries, malls, anywhere
people were likely to gather. All turned up empty.

This also marks the day I began my "life of crime". I was on the other side
of town, late in the afternoon. I was low on gas, hungry and thirsty. I
found a convenience store that still had power and pulled in. I thought
about how best to pay, then realized who the fuck would care? If the world
got fixed, I'd take care of the bill then.

I filled up with gas, the good stuff too. Then warmed up a couple of those
frozen sandwiches and opened some chips. I was so hungry I scarfed 'em down
in the store. I started to grab a soda, but then thought what the fuck and
cracked open a beer. I didn't intend to get drunk, but figured who the hell
was going to give me a ticket for driving with a beer, and even if I did get
tipsy there was no one else to get into an accident with.

I grabbed several bags of chips, some beef jerky, and a case (OK two) of
beer and sat it in the front seat of my car. I spent the rest of the day
looking around town, and I admit getting a bit dejected. I decided to head
home, but first thought I'd pick up a movie or two to watch on TV since
there would literally be nothing else on.

The small video store / tanning booth place near my house had a special room
in the back, behind a beaded curtain. There was a nice selection of porn
flicks, plus a big rack of magazines. I guess since I've been sharing
intimate details, I ought to fill you in on something. That way as you read
this you'll really understand the kind of person I am and who you might be
hanging out with, should you contact me.

I used to be married, to a sexy plumper named Lily. I was head over heels
for her, and thought she was for me too. Our only stress was around sex. She
was very old fashioned, missionary only type of girl. I tried talking,
suggesting, etc. but all she'd say is "good girls don't do that" and storm
out of the room. Well, I was enough in love that I accepted it and settled
for jerking off to movies or on-line stuff I'd found on the web. The kinkier
the better.

Then, three years ago I come home and find a "Dear John" type note. It was
short, and not long on explanation. It just said she couldn't stay married
even though she still loved me, she wasn't good enough for me, it was her
fault not mine, etc. There were also a thick stack of divorce papers that
just needed my signature.

I admit I was pissed, and thought "well if she's going to be that way" and
signed them. A mere month later I was officially divorced. When some folks
get depressed, they get addicted to something. Often it's booze, or maybe
drugs. For me it was sex.

I went off the deep end, and found sexual pleasure everywhere and anywhere.
I joined some swingers clubs and began regularly attending orgies and jack
off clubs. I met people on-line, then in person for hot nasty sex. I wasn't
particular, I went both ways. Pussies, cocks, didn't matter I'd play both
sides of the fence. Young, old, black, white, fat, skinny, all irrelevant.
As long as my partner would bring me an orgasm I'd play.

One of my favorite playmates was a neighbor kid who cut my grass. Or used
to. Anyway, Billy is... was 15 and had a sweet cock. He came over frequently
for some mutual jacking and stroking, sucking and fucking. Billy was dating
this hot little 13 year old read-head slut. He brought her over a few times
for some three way fun, her young cunt was nice and tight and felt good to
my 8 inch prick, especially with Billy's cock buried in her ass at the same
time.

Another friend was the office secretary, Bonnie. She was a motherly type, a
62 year old plumper with these huge fucking titties and big jiggly ass.
Turned out she was on the wild side too, loved fucking and water sports
(piss play). Billie loved it when I pissed on her, and would happily return
the favor.

Well, that gives you an idea of the pervert I am. So when I was in the video
store you understand why I easily got hard looking at the magazines and
movie covers. I'd always had a fantasy about jerking off there, and suddenly
decided "why not?".

I opened up a lot of the magazines and spread them out, laying out a nice
selection of cocks and pussies, tits and asses for my perverted pleasure. I
then removed my clothes, every last stitch and stood in the store stroking.
There were no toys (I sort of wished I had a butt plug to stimulate my
prostate) due to some sort of laws, but they did have lube. I cracked open a
bottle and applied a liberal dose to my twitching penis.

I took my time and built up to a good cum, oh it felt wild standing in the
middle of the store bare ass naked and stroking. After a while I shot a nice
thick rope of cum all over the mags laid out before me. Some of it dripped
on my hand, so I licked the yummy cream off.

I put my pants back on, more for the convenience of not having to carry
them, but just put my shirt over my shoulder. I grabbed a stack of dirty
DVDs and headed home, stopping to... borrow some more beer and food.

I spent a few hours enjoying myself, and admit as I sit here and type this
I'm covered in my own spunk. But I wanted to update the blog before I go to
sleep so here it is. If you read this, and are like minded let me know at
lastmanontheplanet at gmail.com. Let me know someone else on the planet is
still here, and where we can meet.

 

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