Slut life

Why I love being a slut

I text Jack today after a particularly frustrating afternoon, he texted back about 20 minutes later.

“How are you?”

“Had a rough day. Wanna fuck my throat, it will make me feel better.”

We met about 10 minutes later on a well lit street, under no trees or any kind of cover except the window tint. He asked why my day was bad but really it didn’t matter. It wasn’t bad really, just frustrating and what better way to deal with my frustrations than my having my mouth fucked until my lips are sore and swollen. I pulled his shorts down and immediately took him into my mouth. Having a better, well lit, look- his fat cock is really quite lovely and when there is more time I think I will take much delight in having him stuff my pussy with it.

People walked by and he told me, but I said it didn’t matter. They weren’t going to look in, and if they do- well whatever. I had told him when he asked where to meet, to live dangerously. At least we weren’t outside of the car. I wasn’t going to stop, and really, he didn’t want me to.

He grabbed my hair as best as he could with it pulled back and pushed on my head down on his cock. “God damn you have the best mouth.” I sort of moaned acknowledgement of his praise and kept going. It felt good to have hands on me. It wasn’t sweet or tender, or god forbid- loving. It was deliciously whorish and he was feeding me what I craved.

I kept a nice steady rhythm and listened and felt while his body responded. I’m somewhat voracious when it comes to sucking cock and I do derive a physical pleasure from it, even if it isn’t the same kind of release as an orgasm. I’m not sure if it’s being submissive or some sort of power trip. Some people understand when I say that it ‘calms the voices’. Much better to be overwhelmed by endorphins than quieted by Xanax. The slut in me needs to live and breathe, and I think she’s been quieted for too long. Perhaps that is what has been wrong with me.

His cock started to stir and thicken even more in my mouth. I came down on him harder and faster as he finally gripped my hair and pushed me down hard- his cock hitting my throat again and again in an obscene rhythm while I choked and pushed on him.

“Is that what you like, you dirty cock slut.”

How much do I love that he said that?

I let him throat fuck me harder until he said, “There you go slut” and shot a warm load into my mouth. It’s hard to just automatically swallow when you mouth is so full of cock that you cant use your throat muscles so I let it drip onto my hands a little and retracted before I slurped it down my throat.

I think he likes the way I wipe my bottom lip with my middle finger and suck it off when I’m done. He makes the cutest smile at me and his light blue eyes look somehow more grey- I remember it from the first time.

I kinda smiled back as he immediately went into his post orgasm nervous talk. I find it kind of endearing really. I let him finish until he was a little more calm and then I thanked him meeting me- told him I felt a lot better and promptly kicked him out of my car thinking that he really was a very attractive, smart and interesting guy. It’s too bad- for someone- that he had to come looking for me.

I licked the taste of his cum off my lips as I drove away, thinking

lucky me

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