This hot horny busty slut needs to be fucked, ok?
And by fucked, I mean fucked in any way possible– any way to take cock is good for this hot horny busty slut.
My body is primed and ready. When I wake up in the morning, my skin tingles with anticipation. In fact, I’m so hot and horny, I wake up with my hips grinding into a pillow, desperate for any sensation. And even if this hot horny busty slut reaches between her legs and uses her own slick to flick her clit, it’s not enough. In fact, each orgasm only takes the edge off for a little while. It’s barely long enough to text all of my fwbs, hoping one of them responds.
My body won’t take food like this. I grab a protein shake to quickly drink it down, but then, arousal hits me again. Nobody has responded yet. And despite getting good cock spontaneously, like at a poolside sex encounter, I don’t want to wait for good cock. So, desperate times call for desperate measures.
Time to go to the bar.
I mean after I fuck myself with a dildo. Maybe my vibrating one will give me enough focus to drive.
On the Prowl
As I make my way to the bar, I adjust myself in the car. I’ve got a tight, tight shirt with a collar. My big hoop earrings dangle and hit the collar of my jacket. And, my jeans are still very, very tight. In fact, they have a few little rips on the back seams, and those gaps let everyone know my lack of panties.
When I enter my favorite bar, the regulars perk up. I’ve slept with plenty of them, and in turn, they know when I’m needing some cock. Kevin’s got a way with his that’s perfect for throat-fucking. And Jim is big and loves fucking up into me like his hips can’t stop. Tosh is over in the corner, already eyeing up my ass. And the bartender, Ty, raises his eyebrows as he looks over my tiny tight shirt.
“You need something?” He asks, voice low, and I smile as I walk up to the bar. There’s only a few of us in the bar this early. I swing my legs over the stool, giving the men a show as I sit down.
“Desperate need,” I tell him. For effect, I wiggle my shoulders and shake my breasts. “A long-island, please.” I don’t want to wait for long. Already my pussy is demanding to be filled, gaping, and complaining nothing is inside it.
A Long Island?
When the glass arrives, it’s as sweaty as I am. I hold it up to my forehead, and then my neck before sucking it with a straw. It takes less than 30 seconds to show off what I’m doing. Plus, I’m sure to bat my eyes at everyone looking.
Jim groans. “Elise, honey, we’ve got stuff to do-”
Surprisingly, Ty cuts him off. “I’ve got stuff to do. You all are here early today.” He shakes his head.
Suddenly, I reach up and pull on his shirt, pulling him close to my skin. When I speak, my lips graze his ear. So, he shudders. And to make sure they all get the point, I speak loudly enough so they can all hear me.
“You all have something to do. Me. Right now.”
Maybe you can help satisfy this hot horny busty slut?
This phone sex operator really needs it!
