If there was one thing that Darla Hanson absolutely hated, it was multi-tasking. She had always thought that if something was worth doing, than you should give your full attention to doing it properly. Distractions were a pain in the ass.
Sometimes, however, there was no choice. Take now for instance. Her mother had called at a most inopportune time but what could she do; it was her mother after all. You couldn't ignore your own mother could you?
"Yes mother. Of course I did mother. Uh huh. Yes. Ok."
This was silly Darla thought. She had to end this conversation right now.
"I'm sorry mother. I see that the mailman's coming. I'm expecting an important delivery. I've got to put you on hold for a minute, ok?"
Darla pushed the mute button and turned her head just in the nick of time. A thick wad of hot, juicy cum splashed against her cheek and nose. Darla opened her mouth and stuck out her cute little tongue, inviting the rest of Mr. Johnson's huge load inside.
She grabbed his ass and pulled him to her, forcing his cock into her open mouth as shot after shot of his delicious hot cum erupted into her. Darla loved the taste of cum, loved the feeling of it shooting into her mouth and down her throat. She would gladly have sucked cock all day if she could have.
Harvey Johnson had been her mailman for several years before the first time that Darla had invited him in for a cold drink one hot summer's day. Maybe it was the way he looked in those tight Government Issue shorts but within minutes Darla had pushed them down to his ankles and had swallowed his manhood. Harvey was a married man but there was no way in hell that he was going to turn down a blow job from this hot, sexy woman. He had held out as long as he could but finally with a shudder of pure pleasure he had cum in her mouth. He had been more than somewhat surprised that she had swallowed his whole load without wasting a drop. Who knew?
After that it had become a weekly ritual. Every Friday afternoon, Harvey would deliver her mail and then a hot load of cum to Darla. It never changed. She had no desire to fuck him or to see him any other day of the week. Actually, Harvey thought, it was a little weird. Nice but weird. He was too smart to complain.
Darla worked her lips and tongue around the head of his cock, coaxing every last drop from him. She pulled it out of her mouth and licked the underside of the throbbing head as her hand slid up and down its wet, shiny length. She was rewarded as one last wad of cum appeared at the tip. Greedily she licked it up and gave his cock a long, lingering kiss.
Harvey took just a second to catch his breath and then pulled his shorts back up. Part of the ritual was the fact that after he had fed her his load, she liked him to leave as soon as possible. After all, what more was there to say after that?
"Until next Friday," he murmured as he walked out the door. Darla waved goodbye absentmindedly as she licked her lips and picked up the phone.
"Mother, are you still there? Yes I got the delivery." She suddenly remembered the cum on her cheek and she used her fingers to scoop it up and pop it into her mouth.
"Oh I'm just having a little snack Mother. That's right; a girl's got to keep her strength up. Ha ha."
Later, after Darla had hung up the phone, she took a moment to plan out the rest of her day. Mr. Johnson had temporarily sated her desires but Darla knew that wouldn't last long. The entire Postal Service couldn't deliver enough cum to satisfy her needs, Darla thought with a laugh.
"You're such a slut," she said aloud to herself. It was true, Darla knew, she was a slut. She liked sex, lots of sex, and she wasn't all that particular about who knew it. She liked sex with men, with women and even with both at the same time. She liked sucking and fucking in every possible way and she liked it all the time. Well, she thought to herself, if that made her a slut in some people's eyes, then tough shit.
Long ago Darla had learned the rules of the game and had rejected them. If men could fuck around and be called studs or whatever, then why couldn't women do the same? Her appetite for sex was as large as any mans so why should she deny herself?
She had tried marriage at a young age but it had not lasted long. Darla was never meant to be the property of any one person. She was the master of her own life and that was how it would stay from now on. She had enough money from the marriage settlement so that she didn't need to work. She could concentrate on what was really important, fulfilling her sexual needs.
At 25, Darla was at the peak of her physical beauty and carnal appetite. Her long auburn hair hung shoulder length framing her beautiful face. Her body was damn near perfect and she knew how to use it to get what she wanted. Rarely was she ever turned down for anything she might seek. If some might call her a slut, well, what of it? She thought of herself that way sometimes too. In fact, she embraced the term.
Usually on Fridays Darla spent the day shopping. She might buy herself a new outfit, have some lunch and then have a little "adventure." Her "adventures" usually consisted of finding someone new to fuck her brains out and then wile away the rest of the day and evening having sex with them. Darla had an address book full of names and numbers of lovers who would jump at the chance to see her again but she often preferred to find strangers to satisfy her needs. There was just something exciting about having sex with someone new.
Darla smiled at the memory of one afternoon several years earlier when she had ventured into the local adult movie theater. She had barely seated herself in the middle of a deserted row of seats when she noticed several men begin to fill the seats in the rows around her. She had crossed her long legs letting her skirt ride up high on her thighs. May as well give them another show besides the one on the screen she had laughed to herself. Before long the men were leaning over the seats peering at her. Darla noticed that several of them had their hands busy in their laps, stroking their cocks.
So many cocks around her, she thought, it would be a pity to waste the opportunity. She began slowly rubbing her breasts and licking her full lips. One of the men, bolder than the others, sat down next to her. She smiled and lowered her hand to his lap and began stroking his cock. It felt so good in her hand. She smiled at the rest of the men who now filled the seats around her.
Someone from behind reached around her and began rubbing her breasts. She moaned and said to the man in the row in front of her "Let me suck your cock honey." He stood up and unzipped himself and stood on the seat. Darla knew that everyone in the theater could see what was happening but she didn't care. She bent forward and took his cock into her mouth. The sounds of her sucking and slurping filled the theater or so it seemed at the time.
Soon there were throbbing cocks all around her. As fast as she would take one in her mouth there would be two or three more slapping against her face. She was aware that two men had lifted her up and laid her down in the wide aisle of the theater. Men surrounded her and she felt her clothes being pulled from her. She felt wild, like an animal whose only aim was to get fucked. Cocks entered her pussy and her mouth only to be pulled out and replaced with another. Men shot hot loads of cum in her mouth, on her breasts, and in her pussy. It was wonderful!
Eventually all the men were finished with her. She must have sucked off at least fifteen men and who knew how many more had fucked her. There had been cum in her hair and her ears and her body was coated in it. She had stumbled off to the bathroom where she had cleaned herself up as best as she could and then drove home.
From time to time after that she would return to the theater when she was in the mood but at some point it had closed down. Everybody was watching videos at home now, not in public theaters. Too bad!
