True Sex Stories: Lost

Lost is the only way I can describe the way sucking your cock makes me feel. Someone once told me what I do is not a blow job, that I give head–deep, solid cock slut head.

I was unaware there was a difference.

It is all about reaction, mine, yours, our bodies. My mouth wrapping around flesh, licking and flicking my tongue trying to understand what really drives your cock. My wild un-tameable hair becomes entwined in my mouth and wet strands stick to your cock from all the slobber and precum.

You want more, you want to have the feeling you are making me suck your cock, I want that feeling too. You could make me. Grabbing a hold of masses of hair from each side of my head, making pony tails with your fist you begin to guide, thrust and drive my face around your branch. Because we have only done this a handful of times now, I sense some reserve. Your hands are not truly wrapped in my hair like they should be. There is some fear, some mix of respect for me as the woman diluting with me the lust filled cock sucker. A dangerous elixir–one I haven't even learned how to mix properly all of the time. The separations of self mixing with others. The cock sucker, lover of dick, protector of books, informational social worker, mother, child and slut-how does it all mix when I have your cock in my mouth?

"You better wrap your hands around one more time."

That does the trick–the cocktail is perfect. Your hands tangled tight, you are driving now, I can feel it take over your body and mine responds well to that power shift. My hungry slut word hole is being filled with you. My pussy begins to thump. By my hair you pull me up and down on your shaft–with each fill I want to fuck you, my desire to ride the cock begins to exceed my desire to suck the cock. My pussy is that slicked vast black hole of fuck neediness.

Pulling me up, I waste no time filling you with me. I ride, my cunt is wet, a river flows. When I get this wet I am not even sure you can feel anything, but I am lost anyway, so it doesn't really matter, I grind and use your cock the way I want. Your words continue the flow from your mouth to my cunt.

"You need a cock in you mouth too, don't you? such slut, there is never enough cock for you."

The image of another hard dick standing next to me appears–his meat in my face as I fuck you. The flickering mental porn scene makes me indeed want more, I grind and bounce on you harder. Now three cocks are in my bedroom, yours I ride and two for sucking. Separation has happened, in this obscured moment I am your cock slut.

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