Slutty Ondra's Sex Log Ch. 04

"Really? Fifty-something years old?" Cara said, wrinkling her nose incredulously.

"You whore!" Chloe chided after hearing about me accepting the jewelry from Cal.

"Shut up Chloe! You know any of us would have done the same thing in that situation." Kimberly snapped.

"Oh, absolutely!" concurred Cara.

"Yeah, I guess you're right." Chloe reluctantly conceded.

"Actually, that gift did kind of make me feel like a call girl, but a least I'm an expensive one!"

That John guy overheard me mention the resort I was at (I hope that's ALL he overheard) and chimed in that he had also vacationed there, so we invited him to join us. The conversation was pleasant enough, but I could tell John was a little nervous in my presence, almost as if he had crush on me.

I recruited Cara to join me for a bathroom break. We entered the restroom and searched for suitable stations.

"No, this one's gross!"

"These two look good, Ondra."

So, it was skirt up for me and jeans down for Cara as we planted ourselves in adjacent stalls.

"Ha, no way!"

"Oh yeah, look at that!"

We could see each other's panties under the dividing wall and got a crack up from the fact that we were wearing the same brand and style that day - including the color. We had gotten them at the same lingerie party a while back.

"So, what do you think of that John guy?" asked Cara.

"He seems nice. I'd like to get to know him better."

"Uh-oh, I know what THAT means!"

"What?"

"It means you want to rub privates with him."

"What? Cara!"

She was partially right.

While washing our hands at neighboring sinks, I said, "I wish I would fucking hurry up and get my period."

"Why, are you late?"

"No, I just want to get on with it already."

"I know, I hate that feeling too."

Once back at the table, neither John nor I tried to hide our obvious attraction to each other. Although we didn't rush out of the bar together to have sex on the spot, John did offer to take me to the county fair the next night. Thank God, finally a guy wanted to take me out and be nice to me!

Friday night, John and I had a great time going on rides and petting the animals at the fair. Although I managed to resist bringing home a cute little bunny rabbit as a pet, I could not resist bringing home a craving for microwave popcorn, which we started as soon as we walked in my door. John sat on one of the stools at my kitchen island to keep an eye on the popcorn.

Meanwhile, I went upstairs and slipped out of my jeans and panties, giving way to a pair of yellow, cotton mini-shorts with a drawstring front. My blouse and bra gave way to one of the same white, form-fitting t-shirts that I wear for my workouts and that Brian had been so awe-struck by during my braless hike with him.

While changing I was keen to the fact that there was a guy waiting for me downstairs whom I had taken the initiative to invite inside and with that invitation came a heightened expectation of physical interaction. If I wasn't prepared for some sort of an advance from John, then I had better not go downstairs wearing shorts so skimpy that some of my panties actually did a better job of covering my ass and a top that seemed to magnify the protrusion of my nipples, even when they weren't hard and especially when I wasn't wearing a bra.

After sleeping with Brian twice, sucking Fel's cock in the airport hotel and receiving twice daily power-fuckings from Cal on vacation - all in the course of about ten days - I surely wasn't going to drop dead if John and I didn't end up naked by the end of the night. But that was the rational Ondra. The horny and capricious Ondra that loves to coax warm cum from hard cocks had a different agenda.

After all, I didn't agree to go out with him just to see how skilled I was at NOT having sex him. So I kept the outfit and decided I would welcome his sexual offerings. That is, if there even were any. Not every guy has the courage to make a move in such a situation.

In other words, not every guy is like Cal. On the walk from the resort bar to his suite after we first met, I had to hold the cups of my bikini top over my breasts with my hands for the last twenty or so steps because he had already untied both knots in the back. Once in the room he grabbed the top from me, tossed it on the bed and slid out of his swimming trunks. Then he said, "Let's get these off of you too." as he untied the knots on both sides of my string bikini bottom and pulled it from in between my legs.

With both of us standing there completely naked, I reached up to put my arms around Cal's neck so I could kiss him, but he just ordered me to: "Go ahead and sit yourself down in that chair right there," which I did and you know the rest from there.

This guy was not nearly that assertive.

I came back downstairs to the awaiting John and attempted to duplicate one of the exotic drinks I had on vacation, but I must have gotten the ingredients and quantities wrong. I made him try it first.

"Not bad if you're going for the expired cough medicine taste." he sarcastically critiqued.

After tasting it myself, my own critique was much less diplomatic.

"Oh God, that's horrible!"

"Allow me." said John as he shooed me aside and took over the reins as resident mixologist.

I began to feel a slight buzz as we stood in the kitchen enjoying the delicious drinks John had prepared and I thought about how much of a turn-on it was seeing him take control like that.

"Oh, you haven't seen the rest of my place yet! C'mon, I'll take you on the tour." I said, as I polished off the last of my cocktail and John followed me upstairs to the bedroom.

When we got to the top of the stairs John asked me, "Do you still want these lights on?" as he placed his hand next to the switches that turned off the staircase and downstairs lights.

I didn't answer him right away.

I was hesitating because I knew that my answer would send a crystal clear message as to whether or not John could expect sex from me that night.

"Not unless you're planning on making more drinks. Do you want another one?" I finally replied.

"No, do you?"

John had tossed the hot potato right back to me.

I hesitated again, while trying to decide if I wanted his tour of my place to become a tour of my body.

After a pause that seemed like an eternity, I finally gave John my answer.

"No, I'm fine."

And with that John flipped the switches that would throw the downstairs into complete darkness. He was now assured that the rest of our evening was to be spent in my bedroom and that, although the skimpy outfit I was wearing already left little to his imagination as to what I looked like naked, soon he would need no imagination at all.

John sat down on the sofa in the lounge area of my bedroom room and finally finished his drink. I took his glass from him and set it down on the table.

"Man, what a lightweight!" I teased, while I stood over him.

"Oh yeah? Come here you!" he said, as he playfully pulled me down onto him and I landed straddled on his lap.

"Thanks so much for tonight. I had a great time." I said.

Being on top of John in those microscopic shorts and super tight shirt was making my below-the-waist water works begin. I corrected myself before kissing him.

"I mean, I'm HAVING a great time."

I wrapped my arms around John's neck as he placed his around my torso. I could tell he was ready for me to let go but I didn't want to move on yet. After my vacation encounter with the woman-hating Cal, I wanted to take some time to enjoy a tender moment with a man.

By the time I finally did let go, John had his hands inside my shorts, initially caressing my bare ass, then working them in between my legs. He stopped himself just shy of inserting a finger in my pussy.

"No, no, it's okay, go ahead." I consented, as I held his wrist and guided his hand to the proper spot.

My wetness moistened John's finger while I resumed my grasp around his neck, relaxed my body and just enjoyed his touch. Gurgling noises resounded from my private region as my vagina responded to John's manipulation by producing more and more lubricant.

And then we stopped.

Neither one of us had removed a stitch of clothing as of yet and that was becoming bothersome.

I stood up and pulled my shorts down while John stayed seated, took off his shirt and wriggled out of his jeans. I watched his stiff cock flop against his stomach as he quickly repositioned himself on the sofa in anticipation for my return to his lap. I also took a good, long gaze of admiration at the source of John's semen production - a beautifully shaved and remarkably hefty ball sac.

Throwing off my t-shirt, I rushed to assume my original position straddling John, only this time my vaginal canal would be filled with a much beefier occupant.

As I rode him, I couldn't help but liken the feeling of having his dick inside me to the way I felt when I had sex with that "large" guy I dated. John wasn't quite that big, but almost.

My eyes became wide and my brow furrowed with surprise, apprehension and a little pain the first time I sat completely down on his cock.

"Wow, you're not exactly small, are you?"

"I wouldn't know what to compare it to." a modest John replied.

"Do you want to get in back of me?"

"You mean I get to watch that booty of yours?"

So, with both of us having one foot on the floor and the other knee on the couch, John took me from behind. My ass smacked repeatedly against his hips as his cock searched for the most profound depths of my insides with each forward thrust.

The leather groaned and the wooden frame creaked as my sofa fulfilled its obligation in supporting our movements. My mom had given me that couch when I got my first place five years ago. It was a studio apartment and the fold out bed was where I slept until I bought my townhome in 2010.

Needles to say, that sofa was no stranger to my naked body and this was far from the first time it had played a role in making sure I got fucked good and hard. You can imagine, as a horny twenty-three year old girl living on my own for the first time, I was as boy crazy as they come. There were stretches when I'd have five new fuck buddies in one week, sometimes two in one day. Through it all that sofa was my partner in crime, my accomplice in getting me laid so many times and by so many different guys.

Often the sex occurred right on top of it because we'd be in so much of a hurry to screw each other, we wouldn't take the time to open the mattress until we were finished and it was time to go to sleep. So, I've wiped off a fair share of stray cum that has landed on it over the years too, even though I tried to put a towel down whenever I could.

John pulled out of me and began to jerk his cock, so I turned around and knelt down to present my visage to him as a target. I kept my mouth closed as he sprayed my face with a more than generous helping of spunk.

"Sorry about that."

John's product had gone all over the place, including in my hair.

With one eye glued shut I navigated my way into the bathroom to assess the damage. I licked some cum from my finger and was pleased with the taste as I attempted to restore my face to a modestly recognizable state.

"John, could you come in here for a second?"

"Can you just check my hair to see if I missed anything?"

Doing an absolutely terrible job at trying to hold back a chuckle, John said, "I think there's still some right there."

"Could you get it for me?"

John rolled up some toilet paper and wiped the cum out of my hair along with some that I had missed on my neck, but failed to wipe the shit eating grin from his face.

"You're pretty proud of yourself over this, aren't you?" I said with frustration, at the same time trying to hide my own amusement.

John just laughed and said, "There was a lot of it, wasn't there?"

"Okay, out you go mister." I ordered, as I poked on the middle of his chest with my finger.

"You're throwing me out?"

"I have to pee!"

"Oh!" said John as he backed his way out of the bathroom and climbed into my bed.

After several minutes he called in to me.

"Hey, you okay in there, Ondra?"

"Yeah, I'm fine."

When I came out of the bathroom, there was something I needed to bring to his attention.

"Um, John, I just started my period. You should check to see if anything's on you down there."

John went into the bathroom.

"There are more towels under the sink to the right." I yelled in.

"There was a little bit on me, but I got it." he said as he came back to bed.

I snuggled up to him and rested my head on his chest.

"I knew I was due to start any day now. Sorry the night had to end up like this."

"Don't be silly. Are you going to sleep in that?" he asked.

Before I came out of the bathroom and after I inserted a tampon, I had slipped on a pair of regular-cut panties and put a liner in them, which is how I usually sleep during the first couple of days of my period.

"Yeah, I think I'd better." I answered.

"Will you at least take the t-shirt off?"

I had also put my t-shirt back on because I was a little embarrassed about having to discuss my feminine issues with John and didn't feel nearly as sexy as I did at the beginning of our date.

Poor guy! First he has to help me pick cum out of my hair, then he's got to clean off his genitals after discovering that I've gone and bled all over him!

"Sure." I replied as I slipped the shirt off over my head.

And with that we fell asleep.

I actually didn't sleep very well that night, with having a new guy in my bed and still being a bit self-conscious about the way the night had ended.

When John initially asked me out, if I had said, "Sure, I'd love to go out with you Friday night. That's the night I'll be starting my period," he probably would have come up with a convenient excuse to reschedule our date for another time.

As the sun came up I awoke first. We had drifted apart during the night but it didn't take long for my cheek to find its familiar groove on John's chest. As I lay there I wondered just what he would think of this strange creature to which he was about to wake up.

Let's see, he would surely recognize I was of the human species and that I was female. Beyond that I bore no resemblance to the girl he had picked up for his date last night. My makeup was off, my hair was matted with dried cum in spots, my sexy shorts had been replaced with pair of granny panties and I had a whole supermarket aisle's worth of feminine products in between my legs.

When he finally woke up, John didn't pull away from me, but instead held me tighter. In my own little way I must have done something to endear myself to him (aside from letting him fuck the shit out of me, because, as all women know, even THAT'S not enough sometimes).

"Hey, thanks for not freaking out about getting my stuff on you last night."

"No worries. I understand that's a part of you."

"Yeah, and last night it became a part of you too!" I joked.

John was so sweet about the whole thing, I couldn't help but get emotional. At that moment in time I would have done anything for him. If his cock were three feet long and twenty inches around, I would have somehow found a way to fit the whole thing inside of me. If he shot a gallon of cum, I would have taken it all in and not let any of it leak out.

It's one of those deeply intimate feelings that overcomes a woman every once in a while. I don't know if there's a comparable feeling that men get about women. If so, I can't imagine what it would be. After all, we're the ones who allow our bodies to get invaded by a phallus during sex, not the other way around.

"Hey, it's still very early, do you want to go back to sleep?" I asked John.

"I don't know. I'm pretty awake right now."

"Oh really? Does that mean I get to play?" I flirted, while pushing the covers down to expose John's flaccid penis.

I wanted to utilize my body to give John pleasure and since my crotch area was presently a haz-mat zone, I knew my mouth was the only thing that could be of use to him. I slid downward, leaned across his stomach on my side facing his cock and licked my lips in anticipation.

I haven't mentioned this before, but I just LOVE giving an early morning blowjob to a guy. I love taking his cock into my mouth and getting it hard while he's still all groggy, and then giving his dick a supreme oral worshipping until he shoots a huge - "no better way to start the day" - load of hot, sticky spunk into my mouth.

Then I, of course, swallow all of it, so he has absolutely no need for any cleanup and can fall right back to sleep while I make him breakfast, leaving him completely satisfied - with empty balls and a full stomach.

Since I had already determined I was okay with the taste of his cum last night, I knew John would not be needing any cleanup when I was done sucking him off this morning. Every last drop of it would be staying in my mouth.

I read somewhere that men's testosterone levels are at their highest between the hours of 5 and 8 a.m. I don't know if any of the gentleman out there can confirm this, or if your dicks feel any different at that time of the day, but if this is true, then John was about to have his elevated testosterone levels put to good use.

John could look down and see the back of my head as it bobbed up and down. I stroked his cock with both my mouth and hand, as it began to glisten with moisture. There was a wet spot starting to form on my sheets where my excess saliva had run off of his balls and down his ass crack. I took him as far into my mouth as I could manage, but I knew at that angle I couldn't deep throat him.

My neck began to get tired, so I shifted into a kneeling position at right angles to John and continued my task. I moved my hair out of the way so he could see the left side of my face with my lips wrapped around his dick and his shaft disappearing about 3/4 of the way into my mouth with each stroke. Glancing up, however, I noticed that John's eyes were closed.

He was doing just what I had hoped and was continuing to allow me to be the aggressor. So many times guys seek to reclaim the aggressor role half way through a blowjob by grabbing a woman's head or ordering her around in some way. If she's good at it, then she knows exactly what it takes to get a guy to cum and some of those actions from him aren't necessary.

Men, sometimes it's okay to just close your eyes, put your hands behind your head, lay back and imagine that you're getting your cock sucked by a Victoria's Secret model or the bubbly blonde who does the weekend weather reports on the local news channel. We like that at times!

I myself like it for two reasons. First, it makes me feel abused and neglected, but safe and secure at the same time. This is the one time, guys, when you have my unconditional approval to make me feel like a completely insignificant piece of shit.

By totally ignoring my presence while I'm blowing you, you're telling me:

'Woman, the only reason why you're even in the room is to jerk me off with your mouth while I fantasize about someone other than you, then be my human garbage disposal and swallow all my cum so I don't have to deal with cleaning up my own mess when I'm done.'

That's hot!

The second reason I like it when a guy drifts off to his own little world while I'm blowing him is that it shows he trusts me handling that particular orgasm for him. Instead of jerking off himself, he's outsourcing that job to me and knows it'll be done right. It's the ultimate endorsement of my oral skills!

Is there anyone left out there who still doubts how much I love to suck cock?

In my bed that early Saturday morning, John certainly had no doubts.

"Shit! I'm gonna cum!" he cried out just before he started to climax.