Ideal Lover Challenge: Slut. Whore. Skank.

Hey guys, so this is just a little thing for a challenge I participated in. I hope you like it. This is the first thing I've ever written in first person so that was really weird for me. And I realize that there is no real point to it other to spark some interesting conversations.

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Different people call it different things. But they’re all the same to me. Some are bigger, some are smaller. Some are wide. Some are narrow.

But those things don’t really matter. Sure, girls say ‘the bigger the better’, but that’s not always the case. It’s not the size, it’s how you use it. I used to hear that a lot before I had sex, but I didn’t believe it until I had it for the first time.

It’s like a drug.

But more addictive, I think.

And since when does liking dick make you a slut? It’s not like I get paid for it, not with money anyways. But I definitely get a reward. It’s called... euphoria.

My friends have told me that my fascination with this male appendage is unhealthy. But there are other things I can be addicted to, things that are way unhealthier, like smoking.

While I’m getting some serious cardio, they are getting lung cancer.

They have yet to convince me that I should give up this thing called sex. As far as I’m concerned, dick is the best thing that ever happened to me.

What’s that called?

Nymphomania. No, wait... now it’s called ‘hypersexuality’.

That word always makes me laugh.

I mean, think about it, it’s human nature. Just like breathing.

When you breathe too fast, it’s called hyperventilating.

When you have sex too fast, it’s called a waste.

But back to the point.

My world revolves around the finest part of the male body, and I am not ashamed of it.

As I am contemplating my love for penis, my phone vibrates beside me.

This makes me wonder if there will ever be a day when I would have to rely on vibrators to get off... god I hope not.

I pick up my phone and see that it’s Tanner calling, one of my ‘regulars’.

I answer it, “Hey.”

What’s up?

“Not much, just hanging around. You?”

Homework. I need a distraction.

“Cool. You want me to come over now or after you’re done?”

Now is good. I need a break from this shit.

“I’m on my way,” I hang up and toss the phone back on my bed before standing up and leaving my room, I wouldn’t need it for what I am about to do.

“Where are you going?” My prude of a roommate is so damn nosy.

“Tanner’s.” I say openly.

She scowls and turns back to the TV. Jealous bitch.

I leave without giving her a second thought and focus on where I’m going.

Though I try not to discriminate, I have to admit that Tanner’s dick is one of my favorites. Big, but not too big—big enough to satisfy, but not so big I can’t deep throat it, which is a must.

Not that the rest of the male body isn’t important. A guy has to have somewhere near or above average looks for me to sleep with him.

Shallow?

Definitely.

But hey, I’m a solid eight and a half. I won’t sleep with anyone below a seven.

Lucky for me, this guy, Tanner, is at least a nine.

We always do it at his place. I have a double, he has a single. He likes his privacy. It doesn’t matter to me. I just want his cock.

He isn’t looking for the emotions or anything long term, or short term for that matter. He just likes having sex with someone who worships his man meat.

Can you blame him?

I think what guys like most about me is that I will let them choose, always.

Because as long as I get that joy-stick, I don’t care how we do it.

Some guys like to be on top, in both senses of the word. And some guys like to be on the bottom, again, in both senses of the word. And some guys want me to suck their cock, which is totally fine with me, as long as they are above an eight.

With me, guys have the choice to be in control, or not. Guys like to have options.

I reach Tanner’s door; it’s open so I step in. He’s at his desk, doing homework, as usual.

“Hey,” he says, without looking up.

“Hi.” I walk casually into the room to stand behind him, “You about done with that?” I ask, putting my hands on his shoulders for a massage.

“Almost, I just want to finish this paragraph real quick. You got here fast. Craving it?”

I shrug, “Not anymore than usual.”

“So... that would be yes?”

“Definitely.” My fingers sweep down and massage the top part of his chest and then back up.

He doesn’t say anything as I massage his shoulders and he finishes with the paragraph about a minute later.

“Done.” He stands up and goes straight for the door to shut it while I pull my t-shirt off.

We don’t waste time with kissing. Not that we don’t kiss, it just normally waits until during or after, never before.

I’m naked before he is, which is normal, I’m a pro at this.

I lean on the desk until he successfully gets his jeans and boxers off. It’s evident that he isn’t totally ready yet, but he’s getting there. As gorgeous as his dick is right now, it doesn’t do me any good until he is fully ready to go.

But that’s an easy fix. I move towards him.

He looks down and runs his hands through his hair, “Sorry, I’m just so fucking tired and-.”

I grab him and cut him off. “It’s not a problem,” I say as I begin to work him back and forth.

I hold his eyes for a while (guys like that) but then drop them so I can watch my hand go back and forth.

My lips will be next. And then the home run.

I don’t want him to get off with my hand, so I stop once he’s hard and push him in the direction of the bed.

He lays down on his back and his jackhammer goes from horizontal to vertical. Which is a much easier position for me to work with.

I slide onto the bed and kneel between his legs.

Tanner’s cock is so damn perfect. Some are ugly, you know, very ugly.

But some are quite nice to look at. Like Tanner’s. If I wasn’t so god damn horny I would have stared at it all day.

But I want it in my mouth.

And that’s where I put it.

We don’t use a condom. I never do with Tanner. I make all the other guys wear a condom, because I don’t trust them. But I get checked regularly and take birth control. Tanner only ever has sex with me. Lots of guys say that, but I know it’s true with Tanner.

So, I’ve done this many times, with Tanner and others. And you’d think it would get boring.

But it doesn’t.

Each time is just as good as the last. And each time is a little bit different then the time before.

Speaking generally, each penis tastes and feels the same, only varying in size.

But after you’ve done it for a while, you notice the details.

Some are slightly curved, some are dead straight. They can be smoother, while others have ridges. Some are tapered from the base; some are larger towards the end. Some taste just this side of nasty, some taste delicious.

Once I’ve sucked a guy’s cock, I have the characteristics implanted in my memory. I’ve remembered Tanner’s dick for quite a while now.

It is mostly smooth, with only slight ridges. More on the straight side. Not tapered either way, it’s generally the same circumference all the way down. It tastes delicious, just like the rest of his skin, with a hint of Old Spice Fresh, because it’s the body-wash he uses.

I go into some sort of trance or auto-pilot as that perfect piece of meat fills my mouth and starts down my throat.

I don’t have a gag reflex anymore. Thank god I’m not bulimic and chew my food properly.

He is soon slick with my saliva and slides down my throat easily. I barely hear him moan through my haze. I blink a couple times and look up. His back is arched, I can tell by his chest being much higher than it should be and his ab muscles taunt.

I suck glance sideways while convulsing my throat around him and see his fists clutching at the sheets. I stroke the underside of him with my tongue and his hands release the sheet abruptly.

All penises deserve this kind of treatment as far as I’m concerned. I’m simply doing my civic duty in servicing them as often as I can. I close my eyes and focus on an up and down motion that mimics sex while I pulse my tongue.

God, blow jobs get me hornier than anything. But I walk a fine line with them. If I go too long, he’ll release in my mouth (not that I would mind too much, I like to swallow) and I’ll have to wait for him to get hard again before we can have real sex. If I stop too early and don’t give myself enough foreplay, I won’t be ready; so it won’t matter that he’s hard as a brick. Good thing I’m a pro.

I give one long, hard suck that leaves me at the tip and I hear him curse. One of his hands comes to the back of my head and urges me downward again. I let him push me down; it isn’t a problem for me. I actually like it when a guy is a little forceful; it isn’t like Tanner doesn’t know where my boundaries are.

Sometimes, when he feels extra energetic, he’ll roll us over and finish it himself with some good old-fashioned hip work. Times like that, I have to just open my throat and relax, like chugging a beer: just leave an open passage-way down the throat and breathe through your nose when you can. That has been one of my favorite Tanner encounters so far.

But today is going to be more standard, which is fine. I don’t mind doing the work.

Tanner’s hand helps my head move up and down until he is close to release. I can tell because his hips start to twitch, and his hand grips my head tighter. That’s my cue to back off.

My mouth feels funny now that it is empty.

He makes a noise of protest but I sit up and crawl over him, straddling his hips. I look down and that gorgeous thing is glistening now, thanks to my ministrations.

Tanner grabs my hips and urges them downward but I ignore him and sit back on my knees a little bit so I can watch as I lower myself.

I watch my favorite part of the male body until it is completely hidden from view. I do it slower than I mean to.

Poor Tanner.

I plant both hands on his chest while I move.

Every time I give a guy a blow job, I think that nothing could feel better. And every time, I am wrong. This is what a dick is made for, after all. And Tanner fits me like a glove.

The details that I felt with my mouth and tongue don’t matter anymore. All that matters is the size, position, and slick friction. All of which are perfect in this particular instance.

I do my part too, though.

I run regularly. I like being in shape, otherwise I wouldn’t have the stamina to go multiple rounds. I also do special exercises to work my hips and inner thigh muscles. If I am going to claim to love cocks as much as I do, I have to do right by them.

And that means a number of things. Including special exercises, research, and lots and lots of practice.

Come to think of it, I am damn lucky I was born a girl. Because otherwise, I’d be so busy jacking off all the time, I wouldn’t ever get anything done.

“What are you thinking about?” Tanner asks, as he watches where our bodies meet.

I glance down and watch too. I’ve made more than one sex video. One with Tanner. And I never get tired of watching his cock appear and disappear between my legs.

“Does it matter?” I ask.

He shrugs, “No.” He reaches up to fondle one breast.

That’s one thing that I’ve never understood. Guys and boobs.

Guys have an amazing penis that can actually be used for some good. And we girls get boobs that just get in the way and aren’t good for anything until we have kids, and even then some moms don’t use them.

As far as I am concerned, breasts are an annoying hindrance. But guys are attracted to them, and since I have little respect for mine, I don’t give a damn, a guy can touch, pinch and suck on any part of my body that he wants.

As long as I get myself some of that boner, I’m happy.

We’re both getting close to the edge now and I drop my head to focus on the rhythm. You’d think with how much I worship cock that I’d be a pro at sex, but I’m really not. Not at keeping the pace anyways. I get so lost in the feeling that the rhythm of my movements falter. So I have to focus to give that perfect piece of man meat the proper pace that it needs to release.

But then Tanner does something unexpected.

He pushes me off of him, and in one smooth move, he rolls me onto my stomach, lands on top of me, and lifts my hips up off the mattress at just enough of an angle to push inside me again. Guess he has more energy than I thought.

“Oh... fuck.” I claw at the sheets; semi-doggie-style is one of my favorites.

As much as I like controlling the pace at which the thing moves inside me, I like it even better when it pushes back and forth of its own volition.

It adds surprise, plus, the position adds pleasure. And pleasure, coupled with the loss of control, is a powerful mixture, especially for those of us who don’t mind being taken control of.

I moan and half prop myself up on my elbows so that I can breathe. I tilt my hips up a bit and Tanner pounds harder.

I soon forget about how much I love the feeling of his tool and get overtaken by an orgasm. It starts between my legs, and radiates out across the rest of my body until I can feel the sensation in my toes, fingers and behind my eyes.

I probably scream. I usually do. But I never remember. I only go by what I get told afterwards.

I don’t always orgasm, but always with Tanner. I swear his piece is special. It has a mind of its own and really knows how to work me over.

Tanner must have finished while I was unaware because the next thing I know he is leaning hard on my hips and back, still firmly inside me.

He rolls us over onto our sides and I tuck my knees up to my chest to encourage his hips to stay where they are.

He keeps himself behind me tightly and I like the thought of him never leaving me. He shifts slightly and a smaller, more manageable wave of pleasure ripples through my body again.

All thanks to that one piece of him. That one, perfectly shaped, piece of heaven that he always carries between his legs. I’d beg for it if I had to, from Tanner at least, maybe not all guys. But that’s because I fit Tanner like he’s made for me. You can’t get a more perfect fit then this.

Tanner hugs my hips tighter and I moan a little when he moves inside me again.

“Mind staying for a bit?” he whispers in my ear.

“Not at all,” I smile. I am there as long as that dick stays where it belongs.

“Your blow job was amazing today,” he says, his lips brushing my spine.

“Thanks. But it’s really my pleasure. You know how much I like having that thing in my mouth.”

“Yeah,” he kisses the back of my neck lightly, “I know. That’s what makes it so perfect. I like how you don’t pretend to like me.”

“I do like you. But mostly for your cock, which I love.”

He laughs, “I like your honesty.”

“And I like giving you head.”

He laughs again and hugs me tighter, “I’ll let you go in just a minute, I just want to stay like this for a second.”

“Not a problem,” I say, because it really isn’t.

But a couple of minutes later he rolls away from me and I’m left with that empty feeling.

I sigh; it has to come to an end sometime. I get up and get dressed.

Tanner kisses my cheek near the door, “See you next time.”

I nod and smile, wishing I could go another round with him, “Yep. Just give me a call, you know I’m always up for it.”

He smiles and unlocks his door for me, “Yeah, I know.”

His hand lingers on my lower back until I’m out the door. I wave at him briefly and he flashes me a smile before I turn and head back to my own room.

Yep, it’s decided, Tanner’s penis is my favorite.

Halfway back to my room I hear my name. I turn and see Winston who lives downstairs.

“Hey,” I smile. He’s a chill guy, around an eight.

He smiles back at me and pulls me into a dark alcove that is meant to be a study cubby.

“What’s up?” I ask him, though I can guess what the answer is.

“Got a minute?”

“For this?” I grab him through his polyester gym shorts, “Of course. What are you looking for?” I remember Winston’s dick, bigger then Tanner’s, rougher.

“Hand job is fine, I’m in a bit of a hurry.”

“You got it. Is here ok?” I don’t mind doing it for him in a semi-public place.

“Yep.” He leans against the wall.

I grin and tug down his shorts; I’m excited to touch yet another beautiful male member.

Oh yes. A cock is definitely my favorite thing in the whole wide world. It is better than air, food and water.

Call me a slut, a whore, a skank.

I don’t give a shit.

Because I’ll call you a prude, a nun, and a tease.

I just love dick and everything about it. There isn’t much more to it than that.

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Hope you all liked it.

I love feedback, as always.

Along with future ideas for one-shorts or things that you want to see from me.

And yes, FCP epi will be up soon.

SHANKS to summers-end for the helpingsh!