or rather night of the month that I truly look forward to. Only

twelve times a year, do I allow myself to totally, absolutely

indulge myself. To be a slut! A total tramp! To luxuriate, and

fulfill my desires that have been pent up inside me since the last

month!

To enjoy fully the sexual cravings I have, the cravings I stifle

until that one night on the town when I unleash the sex crazed

lust starved animal passion inside me. The night I go on the

prowl!

I start my day off slowly, savoring in the preparations for the

fuck and suck fest that will transpire before the night is

through. I always take the day off work, and I’m glad no one at

work has caught on to my pattern of ’sick’ days.

I leave early in the morning for Toronto, although it’s only an

hour from where I live, it is big enough that nobody will

recognize me, especially not after I’ve transformed into the slut

that I will become.

I check into a different motel every month, and unpack my ‘tramp’

uniform. Then I begin the transformation. I shed my clothes the

minute that I enter the room, lay on my bed and play with myself

until I’ve had two or three good climaxes while fantasizing about

the forth-coming night.

With my lust temporarily sated, I run myself a luxurious bubble

bath, filled with expensive bath oils and perfumes. As I sit in

the bathroom, inhaling the sweet fragrance of the tub, I start to

shave my legs. Since tonight is my special night I take much more

care than usual, and even take a few minutes with a pair of

scissors to trim my pubic bush. Then I get into the tub.

I can’t help myself now! The sex drive inside me is too strong,

and as I lay relaxed in the warm bubbly water that feels like

satin and silk against my tender skin, I have to masturbate again

and again! My animal urges are hurrying me along now, and my

hands can’t satisfy my needs enough! I shower off and dry myself

quickly.

My need is welling up inside me! I need cock and I need it bad!

I take the time to powder myself liberally, I know it’s going to

be a terrific night! As I apply my favorite perfume, I wonder

what my co-workers would think of me now. I know the names they

use whenever they talk about somebody as cock crazy as I am, and I

wonder how I manage to control the animal passions inside me as

long as I do each month without then guessing my true nature.

I slowly pull on my black nylons, attaching them to my matching

black lace trimmed garter belt. I am wearing a pair of red satin

panties, and as I rub my crotch lovingly, I have to fight myself

from masturbating again. I want to save my climaxes now until I

get downtown!

I don’t usually wear a bra, but I do whenever I wear my ’slut’

suit. I think the extra padding helps me attract more guys this

way. Black satin and lace tickles my nipples until they’re stiff

and I feel so aroused!

Walking around in just my bra, panties and nylons I feel so

sluttish! I carefully apply my make-up, making my eyes look deep

and wanton. Then I pin my hair back and pull my blond wig out of

its container and put it on. The wig is really long and nearly

white blond. The golden curls cascade over my shoulders, and I

wonder why I couldn’t have been born with hair like this instead

of my mousy brown which I keep trimmed short. I inspect myself in

the mirror, turning slowly admiring every curve. I know that many

men are going to be looking at me tonight, and I want to look just

perfect for their fuck fantasies.

Satisfied with my appearance in my dainties, I put on my black

leather mini skirt and my black patent leather, high heel pumps.

I top off the whole outfit with a bright red silk blouse, through

which you can nearly see my lacy black bra. But just in case the

guy’s eyes aren’t quite that good, I leave it unbuttoned far

enough that they can see the lacy frills. Now I am ready for

Yonge Street. I take my small black matching leather purse and

leave the motel.

Look out Toronto, here I come!

It’s just past six when I get out of the taxi near the strip

palaces downtown. Through past experience, I have found it’s a

good place to get picked up. The stores are closed now, and the

only people on the streets are tourists and the night people.

Street musicians are everywhere, trying to hustle a buck, and the

street kids are looking for handouts or trying to bum pocket

change. The hotel trade is good this time of night, since the

hookers don’t come out till much later.

Mostly business men, looking for a cheap thrill from the strip

acts, and a few hours of steady drinking until they have to go

home to their wives and families. I watched one dark handsome guy

in his early forties cross the crowded street. I could tell by

the lust in his eyes that I was turning him on, so as he headed

for the door I wiggled my cute buns over to him.

“Hi good looking” I said in my deepest sultry voice, “Want me to

blow your horn for you?” He looked at me and shrugged then said,

“You sure look inviting babe, but I can’t afford to pay the

piper.”

I put on my best pouting expression and said “I didn’t ask for any

money mister, I’m just a volunteer for the sperm bank and I want

you to make a donation, right down my throat.”

He looked around quickly, and I could tell by the growing bulge in

his pants that he wanted to fuck my pretty face as bad as I wanted

his, no, needed his hot fuck tool between my lips.

I led him by the hand to the alley beside the bar, (a place I knew

so well from previous visits), looked around to make sure nobody

was sleeping behind the dumpster, and dropped to my knees while my

fingers flew at his fly trying to pull that big hunk of cock out

of his pants. It was so hard and so big, that I couldn’t close my

fist around it!

I pulled back the foreskin slowly letting his musky aroma

tantalize my nose before I slipped my painted lips over his shaft.

Oh, he tasted so good! A tangy, zesty flavor, and I started to

slurp my way up and down his pole. I stuck my tongue into his

slit, and the way that his balls contracted in my other hand told

me how much he liked it! His cock head was swelling by the

second, and my head was spinning with desire for his hot cream.

He was my first in a month, and I needed his liquid offering in my

stomach to cool the fire smoldering inside.

I pulled his foreskin all the way forward and let my tongue slip

in between the folds of his skin and his ballooning cock head. I

needed his cum bad, so I started sucking for all I was worth!

“Oh, yeah, suck it baby!” he moaned, “Suck it hard you fucking

slut! Eat my seed, suck my cum, oh fuck! I’m cumming!” He

grasped my head between his hands and shoved his salami down my

throat as his balls erupted and exploded sending blast after blast

of hot, steaming, delicious spunk down my throat. I sucked on his

cock until it started to shrivel in my mouth. I didn’t want to

waste one single drop.

When I was sure he didn’t have anymore to offer me, I let him slip

out of my mouth. I stood up and straightened my clothes and

started to walk away. He called out after me, asking me my name

and the usual bullshit they always do about when can they see me

again and such, but I’m not looking for a boyfriend, and I’m not

available for this kind of thing except one day each month. I

could still taste his cum on my lips, but instead of quenching my

fire, it was burning even hotter. I didn’t need any more friends,

I needed more cock and more cum, lots and lots of cum!

After I turned the corner, I re-adjusted my wig, and put on some

more lipstick. Then I headed for another bar. This time I went

inside and ordered a drink. It wasn’t five minutes before a guy

came over to me and said: “Hey gorgeous, would you like some

company?” I looked him over, and figured him for a junior sales

clerk, the way he was dressed, but he wasn’t bad looking so I

said, “I don’t need any company, but if you have some cum you’d

like to give my mouth, I sure do need some of that.”

He was startled by my remark, but it didn’t take him long to

respond.

“Sure”, he said, “I can spare you about a gallon, but I don’t have

a room close by.” I looked around the bar and noticed that there

were hardly any other women there so I told him to meet me in the

women’s john in two minutes. I went ahead first to make sure

there was nobody in there.

When I found the coast to be clear, I signaled him to come in. As

soon as he entered he wanted to kiss me and feel me up, but I just

brushed his hands away. I didn’t come here for kissy-face crap, I

wanted his prick sliding back and forth between my lips!

I pushed him into a stall, and pulled his pants right down to his

ankles. Then I told him to sit on the water tank while I

straddled the toilet facing his cock. Its size wasn’t very

impressive, but it was growing, and the purple tinge to it told me

that he was getting good and ready!

I licked around his balls first and watched them contract like

little golf balls, hard and ready to burst. I licked my way up

his shaft and was a little disappointed with the soapy taste of a

guy who’s a little too fussy about cleanliness. When I got to the

tip of his cock though, and I tasted a drop of his pre-cum, it

more than made up for everything else. Just a little salty, and

with a hint of garlic is the best way I can describe it.

As I licked his slit, he started to buck and groan, so I clamped

down fast knowing that any second now he would explode and fill my

face with his hot sticky cum. I squeezed his shaft so that when he

blew, it would be much more intense, for both of us!

He yelped when he finally blew his load into my eagerly waiting

mouth, and I used my hand to milk him totally dry.

“Oh, fuck baby. You do that so good!” he said.

I asked him if he was ready for another round, but he said it

would take him a little bit before he could get it up again. Then

he said that he was in town for a convention, and that if I wanted

he would send in one of his buddies while he worked up another

hard for me.

“Sure send him in!” I said, “The more that cum, the merrier I’ll

be.” Well it turned out that he had a lot of buddies with him

from the convention, and I figured I was on about the tenth one,

(being I had lost count past the fourth). I know I’m a cock crazy

slut, but I just couldn’t get enough. I figured I had drank about

forty gallons of hot musky sexy delicious seed and I still needed

more. Then this tall lean guy came in. I told him to sit on the

tank, like all the others, but he lifted me up under the arms,

raised me to a standing position and kissed me! I thought this

guy is crazy! Didn’t he realize that half his buddies had shot

their seed in the mouth he was kissing? But he persisted, and

finally succeeded in getting his tongue into my mouth. He swirled

it there and my head started to spin.

He didn’t try to feel up my tits, he just reached down and grabbed

a hold of my crotch. I did the same to him, and massaged his

stiff prick like he was doing to me.

“Fucking right” he said. “I knew the minute the guys started

talking about the great blows they were getting for free from some

chick who didn’t want anything in return that you had to be a TV

Queen!”

I didn’t say anything but let him raise my skirt and pull out my

own aching rod. It was my turn to sit on the tank, and finally

get my rocks off! He said his name was Jeff, and that he swung

both ways, but that his buddies didn’t know that. It only took a

couple of licks from Jeff’s experienced tongue and then I was

groaning and shooting my seed into his mouth. Jeff kept at me

though, even after I shot my first load, he just kept on slurping

away at my love stick until I came again. It was my turn to kiss

his sticky lips now, and then we traded places. I sucked on

Jeff’s big tool until he let loose with a torrent of hot cream

down my throat!

Jeff asked if he could take me home, but as much as I enjoyed

fucking his face, it was still my night on the town. I left the

bar after sucking off Jeff, thinking I had stayed too long in one

place already. Jeff was pouting, but hey! It’s my night out!

I come here once a month, every month to get my fill of sucking

hard cocks. I have my needs, and one of them is not spending the

night with just one guy. I want as many big hard cocks fucking my

face as I can get. I need as much cream as I can swallow, it has

to last me a whole month, and one guy just can’t give me enough.