I'm a hose hottie. I fuck firemen. Specifically the firemen of the St Paul Fire Dept. Mostly Engine 10 guys, over at station 1, but I'm on call for almost any firefighter who needs a cum dump. Wanna know why? Look up "St Paul firefighters calendar". Yeah. That's why.
I don't fuck the married guys (usually), or the gay guys (there are a couple), and there are a few who aren't into black women, so I give them a wide birth. And the guys who talk trash; I have self respect, and you best not fuck with me. Just... fuck me. Ask first; I won't say no if you are a fireman. Probably.
Who could say no to bodies like that? Especially when I'm just a skinny little black girl with a twerk-able ass and mid size tits that get all nippily around big hard men?
I'm not really sure why I'm like this. I never would have believed that I would be fucking so many men. A few years ago, if you'd told me I would be a firefighter slut, I would have punched you. No, really; I don't take shit from people. I have self respect, and I expect others to give respect. I demand respect and I get it in my day to day life. At work, at home, with my (very few) friends; I am treated with respect and deference.
I am not a whore and never was. I only act like a slut for my firemen.
I've always been horny, and I would often "self medicate" with porn on my cellphone in the bathroom of my job, or at home with my vibe, dildo, butt plug, whatever. But this new thing all started with being trapped after an earthquake in the basement at my work and then being fucked by one of the maintenance guys. I gave into him out of fear and worry that I would die, but also because something about the situation just hit all the right buttons for me. I ended up being rescued by the fire dept while he was pounding me.
And they all watched and took their turn. The intensity of that moment...all my orgasms... fuck "self medicating", that Molotov cocktail of being watched, and used by sweaty, hunky cocks plugging all my holes... that was something I couldn't turn away from once I'd had it.
So I was changed.
The key bit was that I felt safe, they took care of me after, and they were so strong and the sex was so good; so very very good. They kept it private and made sure I was presentable before anyone else could see. But all that yummy cock was just too good to give up. I went to the fire station Chief and volunteered to "relieve the pressure in their hoses". I still can't believe I did that.
The Chief was smart enough to not say no, but to set some rules. Stay clean, use protection, keep on the pill, don't help guys cheat.
When I showed up at the station the first time, I think he was amazed I was serious about fucking anyone. He called in one of the guys who was on a dry streak and shared my offer to suck and fuck him if he wanted.
He wanted. I could see his cock harden up. I handed him a condom (I'd brought a box) and he took me by the hand like he was inviting me to dance. And I danced on his dick.
We did it in the back of the engine and when he finished, there were two more waiting. I lost track of how many times I came. And they cleaned me up, helped me dress, and walked me to my car on wobbly legs after. Total respect. I was hooked like crack.
I said I don't usually fuck the married guys, but there are a few. David's wife Etta is a stewardess, and she is gone a lot. They have an arrangement, which started when he met her at an orgy he'd invited me to as his required female +1. She was fucking the co-pilot of her prior flight and caught his eye while he was fucking me. We swapped partners, which I only did as a favor to Dave because I could see how much he wanted to get in her, but I have to admit, the fly-boy had game and I came. Twice. He had this trick with squeezing my clit between his finger and thumb while he was fucking my pussy that sent me off.
They got married and I thought it was over. I was already missing his big long cock; one of the largest in the company. But right after the honeymoon, they invited me over and while I was sucking her clit, and he was pounding my ass, they explained that she would be fucking around with her pilot while she traveled and she didn't mind my fucking him while she was away.
So I fuck him when she's not around now. And sometimes when she is. She turned me on to women. I mean, I'd "experimented" in college and once before with a cheerleader in high school, after we turned 18, but it was pretty tame. Just a lot of kissing, and some fingering each other, and one time I went down on my college roomie. Very awkward the next morning. The pom-pom bitch from high school just used me to get off once when her boyfriend was out of town then ignored me in the halls the next day. They live down the street from me. We do not speak of it.
Anyway, Etta's cunt tastes much better, and her tongue! Oh my god. Why can't men learn to do that?
And it's not just about a black bitch obsessing on white cock and the whole racial thing; there was one single black firefighter that I did pretty regularly: George. Thick George. He wasn't that long, but he was so thick! I never could get him in my ass or keep my teeth spread apart enough to suck him off. But wow did he stretch my kitty! Great fuck, even if I couldn't walk right for a while after. The other guys would joke about me being sore after a night with George.
"Don't fuck her after George, you won't get any friction!"
I was always ready for that:
"Don't worry baby, I got a tight ass and a tiny throat and you fit just fine."
It's true: My mouth is tiny and my butt stays tight for little dicks. Not that most of them have little dicks.
I loved fucking George and I think he was starting to get a little serious about me. We would talk sometimes after, and eventually sometimes before. And he started avoiding any mention by the other guys that I'd serviced them. And maybe I was starting to feel something more than just lust and hero worship as well. I miss him.
Yeah. Past tense. He died.
Big apartment fire down by the slums. Those are always tough because they can't be sure they've cleared everyone. Some woman was crying about her baby so George went back in. Turns out the "baby" was 25 and had been fucking the neighbor lady so he didn't want mamma to see him dressed only in her spare gown. She didn't know he was out and safe and George died.
Well, he didn't die right there; he lingered in the burn unit for a few days. Drifting in and out; hopped up on pain-meds. Slowly losing the fight. The last night he was there, he had a boner under the sheet and was tossing and turning, moaning. I shooed out the other guys and jacked him off into my mouth, my tears mingling with his cum. He came with a shudder and then relaxed back into sleep.
When the guys came back in, a couple of them were crying, and they all said thank you to me. I got so choked up I had to go home. Two of my favorites escorted me back home, and I snuck them in so they could fuck me, and cuddle me to sleep. I don't let guys do me at the house; the neighborhood is very talky, but that was a nice exception, we all needed the release.
Next day at the station, all the guys were super nice to me. I got flowers and candy and stuff. Even got a note from one of the wives, Ellen, saying thanks and inviting me to dinner. Apparently she and her husband, Walter, and George had been "close". Who knew?
Anyway, George had died just an hour or so after I left, and apparently he had woken up long enough to whisper, "Tell her I love her". I didn't find that out until after the funeral. Ellen and Walter told me over dinner, and I was speechless and a bit emotional for a while. Perhaps for the first time it made me wonder "what if" when thinking about the guys and me. They thanked me again for being good to George and I had to pretend I got an eyelash in my eyes to cover up the tears.
I'd sort of expected her and her hubby to make a pass, which I would have been good with, but they never did, I guess they knew I was a bit thrown over George. A few months later, over a few glasses of wine, she sort of pumped me for info on which of the single guys might be bi. I guess it's hard to find a guy to fuck your firefighter husband on the down low.
To each their own. I hooked them up as best I knew. And sure enough, one of the "gay" guys started hanging out with them.
After George died, I had to adjust things a bit because several of the guys started wanting to date me and I wasn't getting called for sex nearly enough. And I really, really needed to get back to where I had been. They had me on a pedestal and honestly, I'm happiest as a gutter slut. Well, for my hose-men anyway.
I showed up at the station with a box of condoms and wearing a sex-club "fuck me" dress and took on a row of cock. My first real gang bang. I left covered in cum; my makeup, and cunt, dripping.
The Chief was happy when I got back to fucking the guys. He took me aside and admitted that since I started servicing the single guys, there were fewer fights, better concentration, and there had been an overall lower accident rate. He seriously said I was probably saving lives. And he teared up a little when he thanked me for sending George off.
I'm not crying, you're crying. I love my guys.
Maybe I'll settle down someday. Dave and Etta and I might form a triad. Or I might pick a dick. If I'm honest, some of the single guys are just dicks. Not that I don't love dick, but they aren't always nice about it.
James, for example, is a smarmy fuck who makes me do all the work in bed and treats me wrong. It hurts, but it hurts so good. He calls me up at lunch with shit like, "I expect you on my dick tonight at 7 sharp". And yeah, I go, and yeah, he's got an ok dick, but... damn, girl... he is one of the very few I don't make wear a condom because I know he isn't fucking anyone else. Bitches try all the time to get him, but he goes home alone every night. Poor things don't know what they are missing. For example, last night:
I knock on the door and nothing happens. I knock again. Nothing. Then my phone chirps and it's a text from him:
