Antagonist Daydreams

It's been one of those weeks (more like three weeks) for me where I feel angry and hostile, yet utterly horny. I think it is just all of the life circumstance that has me feeling on the antagonistic side, but this emotion also prevents me from pursuing the cock I want in the flesh, as though I just cannot muster up the happy enthusiasm or even smile to get that prize cock.

But, what's a girl to do with all that horniness and wet pussy? Masturbate, flirt with cock online, and tease the men I come in contact with– make them hard, make them blush, make them think I want to fuck them. It is really just furious flirting going nowhere, but it sure does make me soak my panties– and makes me day drift into fucking and sucking cocks of all variety. This week I've been fantasizing about black cock, big cock, two cocks, three cocks– in box, with a fox, in my cunt, and in my mouth- in the house and in the car– Cock! Cock crazy angry girl, I would be one hell of a fuck right about now.

This week I even had to take my fantasy to my favorite bathroom number 3.

After an hour of fantasizing while at the reference desk– toying in my mind the thought of fucking one my co-workers, day dreaming about what his black cock looks like, feels like, about what it would feel like as it began to grow inside his jeans. I thought about my mouth on him, swallowing him, licking his precum. Only once did I think about him lifting my skirt up and fucking me, it was all about worshiping his cock. Following that hour of dick dreaming reference service I grabbed my little Lelo and hit bathroom 3.

Standing in front the mirror I mash my tits together, filling my hands with the mounds of my heavy tits, pinching my nipples, twisting them to erect. I thought about how I told you to grab them, how I like them to be handled– how when I am grinding on your cock I like your hands grasping kneading them,  and needing them– like I needed your cock.

Taking my skirt down, but leaving my panties and boots on– I sit in the orange chair and spread my thighs wide, propping my feet on the gray tiled wall. I slide my panties aside with one hand and my fingers between my lips with the other. It is so easy, I am so slick already. Tilting back and enjoy the feeling of my pussy, trying to get my tiny clitty to bloom, giving it a little pinch and flick. I collect a globule of saliva, lick my fingers with it then slide them in as deeply as I can, squeezing around, deeply and slowly moving in and out– fucking.

My head drops– Elvis singing Ring of Fire plays in my ears, I imagine you there watching me, taking pictures of me. The toy fills me, I can hear my sloppy pussy– even over the music. So needy of cock that she flows like a river, dripping around the toy and my fingers. Pulling the vibe out I bring it to my mouth so I can taste what your cock would taste like, after licking it clean I bounce the vibrations on my puffy pussy while I finger fuck my cunt, it's good, I am lost…

I want to cum, I want to cum on my fingers, I want to cum on your cock. I want you to watch me cum, while you stroke and milk your cock– feeding me your cum at the same time. That is what does it for me– imagining your cock so close to my mouth– your hands stroking your turgid shaft, your tip grazing my face–leaving a trail of silver slim across my lips and cheek. I feel my stomach drop and my breath sink and grow heavy with lust, a low moan fills the room. My cunt swallowing my fingers even and the vibrator pressing into my clit - I let go with a solid and heavy silent orgasm that soaks my panties even more.

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