While I maintain I am still in search of the one (whatever the fuck that might be).  The one who will love, care and not care what I do, the one who tolerate the sort of woman I am and all that bull shit that comes with me, and the one who will respect me, while still disrespecting me in filthy dirty ways– yeah that’s the one. However, I do still have a deep want for cock and what can I say, I like to be a little slutty. Of course I want to be slutty with the one I love, but that’s just not happening right now.

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.

A few teasers from my past weekend. Making her beg for that cock.

Images by Library Vixen.

My weekend was certainly suitable of a wild wild west adventure. One of my closest friends and her fantastic husband never cease to show me a good time whenever I am in town and they are extremely tolerant of my wily ways.

The three of us ended up on a mini road trip  to the truly wild Wyoming. Colorado and Wyoming have a definitive culture that crosses state lines. There is a freedom and purity that is not sullied by living in a city such as San Francisco-there is an element of bullshit that disappears here. The people are giving, real and love to party. And, lucky for me the ratio of single men to single women is about 10:1.

I was sort of a welcomed party crasher. Our first stop, a check mark of the rock-n-roll to-do list, KISS on opening night of one of the largest state fairs. Next on to a rock-n-roll mountain hippie wedding and party, and of course all of this included much drink and smoke. Colorado recently allowed medical marijuana bills to pass, they call Denver, Demsterdam. There is more weed dispensaries than starbucks. To say the least I stayed in a cloud float mode for the entire weekend.

The wedding was held in a beautiful outside chapel overlooking the edge of the earth–the sky vast, the clouds in patterns of dreams and the air full of deep summer–those elements alone made me want to cry. Then the wedding started and of course I really wanted to cry, I cant help it–I love love, I love to see people express and join in a unity–all in the company of their friends, family and random wedding crashers.

The reception was held at a secluded private campground, the entire area ours for the remainder of the weekend. The sun went down, little lights began to twinkle and shine, a bonfire lit up and warmed, and music filled the night air. Someone actually brought a organ and a generator to run it with–like I said rock-n-roll mountain hippie wedding. The beer flowed like a river, the weed pipe stayed lit and love was in the air.

I, being one of two of the only single women at the party was quickly targeted, I was introduced as the single one. It was great, I flirted all night long, I teased, I smiled, and I listened to the 9 single men at the party. We all wanted the same thing, love and a nice fuck romp.

With over half the party having stumbled off to their tents, the remainder of the party turned into a spontaneous bout of music. The organ played, there was an accordion player, drums, banjos, guitars–and the rest of us played what ever we could get our hands on. The valley was alive with noise. I was high on all sorts of things, then I was horny,seized by my pussy, I needed a cock, I needed someone to love for the night, for the moment. Slut.  As we played our chosen instruments my pussy cozied up to the young organ player, and introduced her self properly. Soon we were dancing, soon my ass cheeks felt his cock growing, soon my hands felt his cock, soon we danced our way out of the party.

We walked and we played, fucking and laughing, feeling his dick get solid in my hands as we walked to his truck. At one point I bent in half my fingers digging into the rich earth as his explored and opened my pussy up. I said filthy drunk things to him as we stumbled along.

Once in the truck I lost myself and became all about fucking. I took a big drink of water and did what I do best–dropped my lips and mouth to his cock. I kissed, licked and sucked getting him nice and hard, getting him ready for my pussy. When the time came I climbed him- my pussy was crazy, I was the one doing the fucking. Surprisingly the cab of the truck seemed to have enough space for me grind all over his cock and to lay back with his cock still filling me, allowing him to work my pussy with his rough Wyoming hands.

The nights libations made this a sloppy fuck. I recall I kept saying I was too tipsy to continue, then I would take a break with his dick still inside me, then fuck some more. You finger fucked me often, I like that, I could hear my pussy being fucked, I could hear my liquid forming around your fingers. Alternating between fingers and cock, we fucked for a few hours. With one foot on the back of the seat by your head and the other bent behind me I was able to bring my cunt completely into your cock with each trust. I came while bucking on your cock and tweaking my own clit. We continued to move all about the truck cab, fucking and finger fucking and filling my mouth with cock, eventually I fell asleep on top of you with your cock still filling me.

and few last tid bits about wyoming…
this is one of their library logos and this their tag line.

Can you believe I have never had any web cam action before?

Before this weekend–that is.

It had been several days since I had come, the days have been a bit hectic and I’ve not had the time I usually like to stroke the kitty. So– I was pent up, backed up. My theory on women, they can go either way. If they do not keep the frisky flowing it can disappear, and many women will be okay with that, some might not even notice. Some are okay with letting their lust lay dormant. Frisky takes work. Many of my women friends have reached that phase of no longer having or wanting sex, and there is quite a few of them. They no longer put the effort into this aspect of life. It has lapsed and they do not seem to mind.

I empathize with the notion of  “not being in the mood.” Being in the mood takes some work. For me I constantly try to maintain a thought of sex, of fucking, of cock, of cute girls in tall boots, of sweet hard dick passing across my lips….

While maybe many women think in this manner, they still do not perform the act anymore. Perhaps it is an age thing, I hope not–because I still hope to have many years of sex left. Mostly I think there is a defeat, a loss of interest– dui’s, work,  kids, the same man day in day out, or if single–like me, just that constant search for a true fuck, and just being with yourself takes work, but then adding in the factors of life–sex can so easily disappear. I know this, but I also know that if you start to play, let your mind open, your pussy is sure flow and follow. Basically what I am saying is– I had not come in three days, and that is not acceptable for a little cum slut like me.

I have been flirting with him for awhile, we discussed the idea of the mutuality of web cam fun, but really, you may not know this about me–but I’m quite shy. So, while I liked the idea, I simultaneously had excusing circling around my head. The absolute live-ness of it sort of freaked me out. There is no photo magic to hide behind, no edits I can make, no sound bites I cut, it is just me and he on the screen.  It has turn-offs, equally as it has turn-ons, but I love technology (when it is not fucking with me that is), it has done wonders for porn and sexuality, or maybe not, but fuck it–I love it anyway.

My camera goes on.

“can you see my toes?”  still in their Valentine red.

“yes”

Big smile.

I push back with my feet that are propped on the desk, the view of my legs and thighs spans the screen. My knees slightly bent. I know I am wet already before I even begin to run my fingers through my silk.

Your cock, that has been in state of tease is now pointing at me, being stroked for me. I like that. The impersonality of machine to machine becomes personal. Momentarily at least, just like everything. Moments are just that, moments, it is on us to take them.

His words begin to flow, odes of beautiful filth just like I like. I taste myself and report back on the sweetness I suspected.

“I taste good, you should be between my legs.”

Innuendo has gone. It is me my legs spreading for your view. Your cock being stroked. Your so hard, throbbing, shades of red. Ready. You could come anytime.

But you want to watch me come don’t you?

It does not take long for me. The moment I slide my wand in, I feel the flow surround my fingers. I get so wet, so quick, it has been days, I am ready, to be fucked.  The first one comes quick.

“oh that felt so good, I want to come again.”

“I want you to come again, you naughty slut.”

You may not be able to see it from the camera on your screen, but your words make me smile and drip at the same time. There is something about being called a slut, that turns me on. It is like my duality being uttered into the world and I like it, accept it, own it.

I am a slut, fucking you online on our web cam. Coming and dripping all over myself. While one watches the other.

It symbiotic.

Even when flesh to flesh, I like to watch you stroke, I like you to watch me, the way I react to my own body as your eyes take me in.

I come again for the third time, hard, I bring the wand to my lips and taste myself off. Sweeter than when I started. Sliding the wand in and out of  my mouth, lips caressing, longing for it to be your cock, watching you from slit closed eyes, as you long for it to be your cock. You stroke.

“I want you come. I wanna come at the same time.”

“You just tell when you are ready naughty girl.”

I love coming at the same time, which actually may be easier to do online. It’s  a great electric charge. I thoroughly enjoy that fourth come. It sends me over the edge, exhausts me, needles flying out of my brain plunging into my skull then exploding into a pleasure release unlike the three before. Release from all access point.

Plunging and slow grinding that curve of the wand into my spot, dripping all around.

“come for me, come for me…”

Messy girl in a pool of her own cum, messy boy in a splatter of his own. Separated and together.