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Rowan - Booty Call 08-05-2023

J had been my play partner since the end of May and had also been a part of my Slut Holiday. Since then, however, our opportunities for play time had been sparse. Our schedules never seemed to quite match up, although we kept in contact hoping for another round. Daddy was here for an extended visit, and I was hoping that I would be able to introduce J and possibly have some 2:1 playtime, but that didn’t pan out. Although neither Daddy nor I were disappointed in the time we had spent together, we were disappointed that he wasn’t able to see his little slut in action. Yes, he had been with me when I began my metamorphosis, but he had not witnessed firsthand the slut I had become. I made sure to share all my slut adventures, but it was not the same as being there to share them. To further complicate things, after Daddy left home improvements limited my ability to host. Two weeks later, life was back to normal, and I needed some play time.

I reached out to J to plan something for the weekend. He agreed that we needed to meet soon and that he would get back to me when he had a better idea of his schedule. There was pleasant chit chat and “let me know” going back and forth, but nothing definitive Friday night or Saturday morning. I had just about resigned myself to another quiet weekend, fixed dinner and was contemplating a movie when he messaged that he was available. I hesitated for a second; dinner had me feeling a little lethargic and I knew I wouldn’t be able to throat fuck him. But more than that, play dates were one thing, but this was a straight up slut booty call! With some encouragement from Daddy, I was about to expand my slut horizons once again.

We made plans to meet up and I did the quick routine of tidying through, putting out clean towels and getting myself ready. We met up and headed back to my place. We caught up on all the events of the last month and shortly after arriving, we headed to the bedroom. He undressed while I spread out the towels. I turned around to find him naked and his long, thick cock already erect. I reached out to gently stroke the smooth, dark skin as he removed my shirt and began pinching and licking my nipples. My pussy, which was already wet with anticipation, became even more so as each tease and touch on the erect nipples sent a charge through my entire body, ending at my now throbbing pussy.

I leaned over and took his cock into my mouth. The firm flesh felt good on my tongue and as I closed my lips around him, I could feel my pussy spasm and tighten as well. I fought back the first wave of the orgasm. I wanted to let it build a little while longer and I truly do enjoy the edge. I sucked as much of his length as I could, being very mindful of my gag reflex, but still pushing my limits.

I had barely started a gentle rhythm when he grabbed both nipples. Using them as a makeshift steering device, he moved me away from his cock and had me lying back on the edge of the bed. He let go of my nipples and slid his hands to the back of my knees, lifting them to fully expose my glistening pussy. With a good amount of saliva still fresh on his cock, he stroked the entire length of my pussy, smearing my juices from bottom to top, spreading the lips and taking a little extra time to tease my clit. I was two strokes away from squirting all over him when he slipped is shiny wet cock inside me. Still stroking my clit with his hand, I released the first orgasm to match his full penetration. My pussy pulsed and throbbed around him, and I could feel the liquid seeping out around the stretched lips. He continued to stroke me with the full length of his cock, coaxing two more orgasms from me before stopping, to keep his own orgasm in check.

He lay beside me on the bed. I rolled over and picked up where I had left off, lips wrapped around his cock (tasting better drenched in my juice) and my hand gently caressing and squeezing his sac and the lower part of his shaft. I worked diligently to find a pace that allowed me to move him deeper into my mouth and as deep into my throat as I dared. I pushed myself and had managed about half his length when the familiar and unpleasant tingle hit my throat. Undeterred, I slid my hand up to the shaft and began to stroke the lower part of his shaft, while using my tongue and mouth to tease the swollen head, He immediately relaxed and seemed to be reveling in the oral attention. Our past encounters had strongly focused on the throat fucking, but I felt that he was thoroughly enjoying this new aspect of play. It didn’t take long before he said that he wanted more of my pussy, so we repositioned ourselves and he entered me from behind.

While I always enjoy the feeling of having my pussy filled with cock, I prefer this position because I experience much deeper orgasms, but I also feel that I can more fully participate in the act. Case in point...

He began stroking me, delving deeper with each thrust. By the time he had given every inch, I had cum twice more and was dripping juice with each stroke. He had his hands on my hips, giving my ass a light, but audible slap every so often. I let him set the pace and as we fell into the steady rhythm, I would rock back, meeting each thrust with my own, driving him deeper still. I would have been able to do this from my back or side, but not with the same force. As I continued to back up on his cock, me fucking him as much as him fucking me, he slid his hands down so that his fingers were spread across my ass cheeks and his thumbs were on either side of my gap. He gently pulled and stretched my pussy even further, eliciting moans of pleasure from me each time. The sensation of being stretched is wonderful and I immediately came, in an almost involuntary response.

We continued this way until I was begging for him to fill my slut pussy with his cum... repeatedly. Finally, he buried himself deep inside and I felt the throbbing of his cock against the walls of my pussy as he pumped his thick cum deep inside. As I felt the spasms subside, I started to pull away, but he held my hips still and slowly withdrew filling me completely. By the time he was done, I could feel the river of cum pouring out of me. It felt wonderful, both inside and out!

I rested on my knees and elbows as he grabbed a few photos for posterity (and to share with Daddy!). I then rolled over in time to see him cleaning up. I was really hoping for a taste but guessed that I would have to wait until next time. Daddy has trained me to always clean up after myself, a task I truly enjoy, but it does not always come up in the small talk before play. I’ll need to fix that oversight. We chatted a while as we both recovered and soon it was time to part ways. Plans for future playdates are still on the table, so we will see where the next adventure takes us.

The idea of a “booty call” has never really appealed to me. Previous experiences were always one sided and I often felt used. Embracing my inner and now outer slut has allowed me to enjoy not only giving, but also what is being offered. I am still partial to longer playdates, especially if there is a good connection with my partner. But now, I think there will be more “booty calls” sprinkled into the mix!

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