I knew, even before he came I wasn’t going to be that into him– there were signs, comments, hints…but I was still willing to give it a go,  to enjoy the weekend- or I should say, I was willing to enjoy his cock.

We didn’t waste time– I was between his thighs in matter of minutes of opening the door.  From the moment of feeling your cock begin to grow under your jeans– it became about the cock, about my love of cock. When I unzipped and opened the fly to your jeans your branch just behind that thin cotton of underwear, the scent filling my nose and the growing thickness against my cheek instantly made me wet and needy– and what I’ve determined,  it was not because of the man attached to the cock– it was the cock.

It never slipped into imagining another mans cock, the separation came from the man– it became just cock, sweet cock I wanted to lick and slow swirl my tongue around, to tease and drain that salty brined pre cum onto my tongue, to bring you to the edge of coming and then right back down– only to take you right back there. Slutty attachment, detached.

The blow job became a disconnected sort of blow job– a disconnect from the man I had no connection to- it became strictly cock love. Having a cock so close to my cheeks and lips, that smell, the feeling of my breath making it grow under boxers– at that moment I was lost– my breath– deep, heavy and panting-  my mouth and my pussy becoming consumed with a deep want of cock. In that moment it didn’t matter this man meant little to me– and  never would.

Becoming consumed and steering the situation– I adjust so my full tits can be free, I want your cock to be lost in them. Sliding from my lips to between my tits makes me slip into thoughts of fucking, my hips reflecting these thoughts– with each slide of your cock into my mouth or into my tits my hips thrust down and my pussy clenches around imaginary cock, while my mouth works yours. I did not really intend to make you cum like this, but it happened– your cum spilling into my mashed tits pumping out like a mini fountain across mine and yours– I watched the sticky mess squish around your shaft as it lingered, sliding and disappearing in and out of my flesh– the cum settling and becoming sticky mess between us.

My turn–  and now I wonder at this point, are you too disconnecting the woman from the cunt. It was an absolute pleasure to feel my pussy get wet, the slow stroke of fingertips bringing me back to the height of excitement I was feeling when your cock was in my mouth.  At first I thought it may not happen– then I allowed myself to slip away- to let  your fingers and tongue bring me there. Finding my little clit with the tip of your finger, licking for more viscosity, then filling me, pumping into me with your fingers, I could feel the walls of my vagina closing, tightening and wanting to cum. I’m an easy cum and maybe somewhere in the back of my mind I knew it might be my only chance to  do so at hands of this man– even though he wasn’t the man.

Pressing and pushing out on my belly and into my vulva, your hands and fingers filling and pumping into  my cunt and your mouth devouring my pussy– I could feel it from my breath to my core. My hips thrusting and my insides clinching– I could feel the orgasm being pulled out– I summed my mind and vocal cords to mutter your name,  it sounded foreign, insincere and strange. But– the cum did not– when you came up for air your cock was nice and hard bouncing around– “put a condom and fuck me,” I pleaded.

The fucking was not the same and I think somewhere in my mind I knew then– this is not what either of us wanted– but I ignored it– saving my own disillusioned dejected for morning.

Once sufficiently hard for my taste, I graze my lips across the tip of your cock, letting a gathering of spit drop, sliding my fingers through the saliva lubricant– glossing up the tip of your cock. Squeezing your balls and grasping around the base– I make your cock bigger than it really is. Pointing towards the sky, I lean for a kiss, a drop, a swallow– drifting up and down your branch, coating you in my mouth, making you polished and lubricious enough for the new cock ring to put on. It still took work, and I may have made you wince more than once, but the ring was slid down and place at the base of your cock. When I hit the vibe your body, your ass clinches and the humming emanates from not only the device, but from between your lips too.

Being a dedicated cock nurse, I begin to work in earnest– alternating between my fingers, hands and mouth– finding the right vibe adjustment on the Lelo ring that makes your cock fully engorged, hard, red and angry– just how I like it.

I decide to bring you back down a bit– well there is no bringing that cock back down, but I slow the process by turning the vibe on very low and administering a slow teasing hand job– no cumming to soon for you.
“Do you like that? I bet you want come don’t you…I don’t think you came last night did you? ahhh you must be pretty backed up.”
You only nod, shift your head, perhaps a loving scowl- your brain function is all trapped in your cock– which is leaking and dripping strands of pre-cum all over the place now. Like a animal your cock drips around your pulsing head.

Increasing the cadence of my handjob, licking the pre-cum away and turning the vibe on as strong as it will, I decide it’s time. Again the vibe makes your body clinch, and my mouth keeps it that way, everything about you is rigid.
Up for air–
“Come for me.”
My strokes, firm– not fast and not slow, pull the orgasm from body, draining, and indeed milking. Exploding spurts hit my tongue, then surround my hands and fingers– I keep my stroke tightly around your branch, I want every last drop.

The seizing of your body releases, the clinching subsides– cock heavy, used and spent– for now at least– the cock ring slides easily off. Your eyes slit and you slip into sleep. I– the nurse, the whore, clean up and curl in next to you.

Because of our distance, we decide to meet at a half way point and then take one car our secret hot springs destination. I love road trips with you, I like riding, not driving, not making the decisions, in your hands all the way- plus it gives me the freedom to be naughty as I want to be. The remaining hour and a half drive I let my mind and mouth wander- teasing you with words, kisses and filthy whispers into your ear. My hands perpetually finding their way into your lap, to your branch- I want to make you hard, I want to torture you and make you pull the car over and punish me for distracting you while driving, while I try to make you fuck me right then and there on the side of the road, but you make me behave, you make me wait.

The hot springs is empty, a few random naked bodies, but for the most part the place is all ours. We get our room, unwind, pour those glasses of good Cali wine, slowly disrobe. From behind you- my breast  grazing against your back- I lower for a whisper and kiss in your ear, letting my hands float across your chest, down your belly to your branch, lightly stroking and sliding my fingers along your shaft– just teasing the length of you.

“Should we go soak? or shall I continue?”

Grabbing my hands with a firm grasp, you pull me in, mashing my tits into your back, clasping tighter around my wrists– a clasp just tight enough to make my pussy pulse–

“You’re going to have to wait dirty girl, lets go soak.”

I love and hate it when you make me wait. I break free from the grasp, I let my hands drop around your cock for few more strokes before we head out, making sure you are a solid rock– if you won’t fuck me now,  I want to make sure you are sufficiently worked up. We robe up, drink up and hit the baths. The soak takes away the drive, the day, the weeks– and leaves just you and I. We shift around in the private bath spring letting our bodies adjust to the heat and to each other, we sink into one anther and drift.

Post soak we seem to float back to our room, I pour us another glass of wine. On the bed you lay back, head propped with the mountain of pillows, your eyes half open, your muscular calves and thighs peek our from the split in your robe. Looking at you makes me drift into how wonderful that sweet cock of yours is going to feel. Starting at your feet I work my up, a nice slow massage, working each joint and muscle, feeling the strength of you legs even while relaxed. Up to your thighs my hands explore what I’ve been missing, your cock begins that slow transition from relaxed, soft and small to become meat, growing more than looks possible, the softness turning to density. Your robe falls open exposing the entire length of your body, me inbetween your legs continuing my slow massage upward towards your cock, that is now heavy, and I stroke my fingertips across the soft skin, watching the creases disappear with girth, my hands find you well and you know how much I love giving a slow SLOW hand job, no hurry, no rush, no demands, just knowing your cock and balls.

Alternating between my mouth and my hands, your are right where I want you now– a solid rock of a trunk, your big tip forming those clear drops that I massage in with my thumb around the head, causing you sigh.

In what has become almost a beg I whisper into the room,

“I need it now, I can’t wait.”

Grabbing at the base of your cock, your big hand cupping your balls, your thumb and finger in the form of a cock ring around the base– you squeeze and your cock becomes even bigger.

“Such a greedy girl, you want this cock.”

Licking my lips I nod eagerly and and begin my ascent, straddling, you rub that big throbbing head into my puffy lips, instantly making my clit pop, and I’ve been wet for hours so I more than ready to sink my cunt down and swallow every bit of you.

It only happens with a cock I know, and whose cock knows me and there is generally a build up– a tease. This was a tease that lasted all day, well really when I think about, it it has been a tease that has been going on for months, years even.

I know the moment you your cock touches my junction that I could orgasm from that first insertion into me. You’ve teased me properly between my legs and between my ears….and I am more than ready for that cock. Sliding it all over my pussy, inching it in slowly– no thrusting, just a slow fill. I drop my hips, my pussy dreamily and deliberately as possible, I want to feel every inch deep inside of me.  Feeling from the inside out, my organs clinching, my abdomen pulling in, my body trying to grab your cock, but I stay slow as I sink down. Filling, full… that feeling absorbs me, takes over and consumes my whole body starting from my cunt and deep into my belly— this guttural moan is deeply exhaled into the room- my animal sound. You, are buried into me as far as possible and I want more.

I sit up straighter atop of you and  start squeezing your cock, and I can feel it, the orgasm rising, squeezing and squeezing– oh god it just makes me crazy and  feels amazing– a wild and deep orgasm that surrounds your cock and makes want to fuck you more. But- I refrain from any grinding and let this concentrated orgasm run through me without either of us barely moving.
Expressions of  love leak out of my mouth…

“I love your cock, so fucking good.”

Sighs and moans, words no longer decipherable spill and I come– clinching with all of me surrounding your cock– this cock that I’ve missed so much. No griding, no pounding, just filling.

It is rather disturbing and just not fair. Damn you cock gods, why must your give them such sizable throbbing chunks of meat, that I swear pulses and becomes thicker at my stare- that I am unable to control- from behind this reference desk. These thoughts of how fucking good that cock would feel as it begins to split me open make it impossible to turn away.

photo by lv

Someone told me a story once that it was just not fair— that all the men she was genuinely interested in lacked the girth of cock she also liked- and yes– it doesn’t seem fair when you find a nice big cock and it’s attached to a man you just don’t get that connection with.

My husband had a big cock, the gangster had a nice sleek beautiful cock– like a perfect dildo (I should have cast that thing), and the last man I loved had a nice thick cock too– and well we see how all those turned out. But I shall not give up the quest for all that is Meaty Beaty Big and Bouncy.

But– as we know to well there is always room for exceptions in this life. Me wanna a big juicy meaty slab of meat now, right now– so perhaps I will post an ad in search of…

 quality cock attached to a quality man

It is possible I may be size slut– or perhaps I am just daydreaming of a thick heavy branch. But– damn I wanna big cock today, yesterday, all week, next week and forever. I want to get that smile across my face when I first discover a big sweet stick that I get to make hard– with my hands, lips and tongue– the catch–I’d also like it attached to a quality man.

What do I consider quality–

1.  Know what songs would be considered part of the American Songbook

2.  Read, you must owns books

3.  Possesses a library card

4.  Knows something about art, likes art, makes art

5.  Not opposed to poetry– even enjoys and seeks it out

6.  Not afraid of adventure, taking leaps, just not afraid– fear will kill you

7.  Has not given up on dreaming and hope

8.  Volunteers his time or puts energy into some hobby or interest or willing to volunteer in my hobby or interest

9.  Has their addictions in check

10.  Not a manchild

11.  Eats pussy for a long time– and not just licking, but fingers too

12.  Likes to stay in on Friday or Saturday night and dance, eat, drink and fuck

13.  Likes curvy, solid, dangerously cute women like me

14. Strong and dominate– capable of giving me the quality pounding I need, yet like to be taken too

15.  Understand the need for a pounding, but also the need for a nice tender slow grind– ya know, where you tease me with the tip of your big cock, rubbing into my pussy, making my tiny clit grow lingering before you ever enter me

That is my list, it seems simple to me. Now Gods and Goddesses, bring me some quality cock attached to a quality man.

Disclaimer — big cock not required for a life long partner– just love, a strong tongue and a big a dildo.

So, what’s a cock slut like me to do?

I know this man–  not a friend, but not a stranger either– sort of the best of both– not random and not serious.

When his text came I was definitively in the mood to be a slut, a cock hungry little slut– perfect timing. Soon enough he was waiting outside. Jumping in his car, we exchange bullshit small talk, but that is not I was there for.

I know a spot, secluded, no one will see us and if they do they would only see you– because my head will be lost in your lap.

Being such a hungry little slut I waste no time filling my mouth with all of you, no slow blow job, I just need that cock today and the sweet reward I would create at the end. It doesn’t take long before my mouth is around your the tip, licking up the length then bobbing up and down.

My body somehow magically contorted to fit the space of your front seat. One of your hands on my ass the other on my mess of curls locked in rhythm with the slide of my mouth along the length of your sweet stick. You are more aggressive this time– you want me to choke on your cock, don’t you? Such a delicious curve to choke on.

I don’t know why, because I am not a huge fan of balls in my mouth (it is more part of skill set for me), but today I have that urge, I just wanted my whole mouth filled with every bit of your cock. With your balls filling my mouth my hand pumping your shaft, it made me want to fuck, my pussy wanting cock too, but this was strictly a slutty dirty in car blow job.

Sloppy sounds of my mouth around your cock fill the car, I hear myself moan a few moans of agreement,  and my ass is sort of bouncing in want. Your hand more rambunctiously sliding my head up and down.

“I’m gonna cum.”

Such sweet talking words. Yeah, cum for me. A few more slide around you cock and you fill my mouth. This time, I swallow every bit, draining you. I keep my mouth around your cock after you have cum, feeling the twitches and throbs that emanate from your once raging cock.

Pulling into the car port I notice the yellow light glowing through the curtains of my apartment.

I left the light on, that’s strange.

Climbing the stairs, arms weighted with the bags of the day, each step taller than the last, bags heavier with each step up– I wished I had gotten my keys ready before getting out of the car. Arriving at my door, I begin fumbling for keys– trying not to disrupt the balance of the bags.

The door creaks open.

My mind blank and startled,  I see your eyes, gentle but scared too.
Stammering and explanation –

“I remembered where your spare keys were hidden.”

Angry is my response –

“You’re not even supposed to be here.”

Your hand comes up covering my words.

“Don’t be like that, I brought you something.”

Taking the bags from my hands, my weight lifted, a freedom– to run, to kick him in balls, to scream, to yell, to argue– the weight lifted to do all those things, but instead I submit and let myself be under control and you sense that and shift into that other man you can be.

Now, if only you would just pull that toy out and lick me clean, damn it.

This weeks goal find me a pussy worshiper to spend some time between my strong thighs.

The night lead to a campfire and a skyline of stars one can only witness in the middle of nowhere.  Lighting storms around our parameter danced and illuminated the clouds around us, the milky-way in all it’s glory- shooting and falling burst of starlight, campfire talk, passing the bottle around, no cell phones, just the darkness and weight of the sky consumed us.

As the night grew, people drifted away, falling off to their tents being lulled to sleep by beer and the sounds of the water licking the shore. Soon seven turned to two. We sat stoking the fire, watching the flame surround the the embers on the few logs left in the pit, acknowledging the magnificence of the universe that blanketed us with stars.

Every so often we would stand, warming the back sides of our bodies in the fire, pulling our pants below our asses to feel the heat directly on the skin. After one of these moments I sat back into the chair, but you did not. Your body standing close to me, too close. In my mind I thought, why the fuck is he standing so close to me, then it hits me– oh I bet he thinks he is going to slide his cock into my mouth. Of course why shouldn’t he think that- it is not an out of the ordinary event for me suck cock.

However I had best intentions not to, you are a friend of two of my best friends, who hate it when I fuck around with you.

Halfheartedly I attempt to explain why we should not fuck around, but already– despite my knowledge that I shouldn’t, that we should just refrain– all of sudden I want cock. That feeling of want consumes all thought of what I should and should not do. Rising to meet you, turning my back to your body so my ass cheeks could feel if your cock was hard or not. Yes it was, and in that moment everything else clicked off and I became consumed with the thought of knowing this cock again.

At your request I sit back down. Your cock right at face level, my hands quickly find your thickness. Thicker than I remembered. I began to scan in my mind the last time I had your cock in my mouth, I could not remember if you were cut or uncut– then I thought– well, there is only one way to find out.

Pulling your cock and balls out of the top of your swim trunks, I am again taken back with just how thick you are– drifting into how you would feel spreading me open. Those are the the thoughts that completely put me in a “one-track mind” state of being. The need to have you in my mouth, the want to make you cum becomes all consuming.

My hands wrap around your shaft as my lips begin to kiss the tip, licking and circling with my tongue. Despite the fact we had been swimming in the lake all day, your cock does not taste like it, it’s good– it made me even more hungry and needy for it– a feeling I both love and hate.

As one hand cups your balls, the other strokes the girth of your now solid cock, my lips sinking around the your head. I am hungry, but not eager. I could make you cum, but I am not ready and though I was not bobbing on your cock, I still take it down a notch, slowing my lick, dropping you down my throat and keeping you there, lingering my way back up.

Drifting down the back side with my lips to meet your balls and then I fill my mouth– my hand works your trunk.  I know you will cum soon, I can feel it, I can taste it. Firming the grip I have on your testicles, I work my lips, my tongue and I can feel your cum rise. Almost unsure your hand lands on the back of my head, an attempt to guide a girl that is already there– then your cum fill my mouth. I savor it, keeping your cock in me, draining every last drop.

You walk me to my tent and we part ways, until the next time.