The View From My Knees

Original photo by Mechanic

It was a sunny Saturday afternoon when Mechanic picked me up. I was accompanying him to a formal family event, and we had a couple of hours on the road to look forward to. Luckily, I’d come prepared.

About 45 minutes into the drive, I began to tease him by pulling up my skirt to reveal my freshly shaved pussy. Keeping one hand on the steering wheel, he ran the other up my left leg until his fingers reached the warm, wet spot between my thighs. I spread my legs a little wider, inviting his fingers to enter me. I moaned as he slid his fingers in and out of my wet hole, rubbing my clit with his thumb.

After a few minutes, I decided to take our game one step further. I reached into my purse and pulled out the exquisite glass dildo he’d recently bought for me. He pulled his hand away, and I pressed the tip through the opening of my pussy. I pushed the dildo deeper into myself, savoring each bulbous section along the shaft. The feeling of the cool glass in my warm hole was amazing. I can almost feel it now, as I write this.

Once I’d pressed the dildo in as far as I wanted it, I motioned for him to take the handle. He teased the opening of my pussy with the swelling beads of the toy, slowly pulling out and pushing back in. I moaned and wriggled, watching the beautiful instrument work my dripping pussy. Occasionally, I glanced out my window and swore I caught a few passing truckers getting a kick out of our traveling show. I wasn’t embarrassed. Knowing someone could see us made it even hotter.

Soon, we came to a windy stretch of road that required two hands on the steering wheel. As Mechanic did his best to keep his eyes on the road, I took control of the dildo. Knowing that our exit was coming soon (no pun intended), I began to work on my clit with my other hand. Just as we pulled off the freeway, I exploded. I screamed in delight, feeling my pussy convulse around the smooth glass wand.

I rested for a moment, basking in the afterglow of my orgasm, before cleaning off the dildo and placing it back in my purse. I pulled down my skirt and composed myself just as we pulled into a parking spot.

“It smells like sex in here,” I giggled.

“I know,” he agreed. “I hope we can get to a bathroom to wash our hands before I have to start introducing you to my family.”

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Think that was hot? Wait until you read about the ride home.

Original photo by Lucky

Download: The Sound From My Knees #12
Running Time: 32:42

Show Notes

• Neko calls in with a question about women who love uncut cock.
• Hear me review the The Babeland Eco-Sexy Kit, including the Layaspot Vibrator by Fun Factory.

As always, if you have any questions, comments, or reviews of your own for the podcast you can call my voicemail line at 206-350-6955. The more of your lovely phone calls I get the more I’ll be motivated to pump these podcasts out more often, so pick up those phones and leave me some hot messages, babydolls!

Original photo by Mechanic

What are you up to? I need to get fucked.

No response.

God damn you for sleeping or fucking someone else right now. I need your cock.

Just at home by myself.

Finally, he returned my frantic text messages. I was out with the girls, very drunk, and very very horny.

You gonna come over?

What came next were several indecipherable texts messages from me, possibly asking if he’d wait for me if I followed the girls to the next bar. And then a final one to tell him I was walking out the door.

I’m confused. What is your plan?

To fuck the hell out of you.

I suggest “soon”

Okay. Walking toward your place.

Unfortunately, the parts of the night that weren’t documented in text messages - the best parts - are a little more fuzzy. I remember pulling off my dress and climbing into his bed. I remember his naked body on top of mine. I remember moaning and saying every dirty thing that my intoxicated mind could come up with. I remember the sweet release when he brought me to orgasm. I remember the feeling of his warm come all over my face - exactly where I’d told him to put it. And finally, I remember falling asleep in his arms.

Original Photo by Lucky

I’ve recently begun to read Diary of a Sex Fiend, by Abby Lee, the sex blogger known as Girl With A One Track Mind. As expected, this book is fan-fucking-tastic. Abby’s sexual exploits mixed with that charming British dialect make me smile and gets my panties wet. Today I must have been glued to the pages of this book for over an hour before I realized how hard my pussy was throbbing.

“Just a few more pages,” I told myself, “and then I’ll take care of that.” A chapter later, I still hadn’t satisfied my urge, and it was growing too strong to ignore. I forced myself to put the book down and Twittered about my dilemma: here I was, horny as fucking hell, and Lucky was off at a meeting for work. I decided I didn’t have the patience to arrange a booty call, so I went into my bedroom and rifled through my beloved box of sex toys. I pushed aside bullets and butterflies; this was a job that was too big for a measly clit tickler. I needed cock. Aha! There you are, my friend. I pulled out a lovely, smooth, six-inch silicone dildo. Before putting the box away, I grabbed a small bottle of lube, even though I was pretty sure I wouldn’t need it.

I returned to my den, lit a stick of incense, and pulled my favorite sexy playlist up on my computer. I don’t usually make such a production out of masturbation, but I was feeling absolutely ravenous and I was determined to do this craving justice. I pulled off my panties and curled up naked in my comfy reading chair. As the melody of Madonna’s Justify My Love started pouring out of my computer’s speakers, I slowly began to rub my bulging clit. I decided right away that I would take my time. This was an orgasm that needed to be savored. I told myself that I’d warm up by concentrating only on my clit for one whole song. My eyes traveled from my erect nipples down to the fingers gently working between my thighs, and then to the computer screen across the small den. I imagined that the webcam built into the top of my Macbook’s screen was recording my every move, broadcasting my lust for all who wished to see.

It seemed to take forever for that first song to end. Next, I was greeted by the sounds of Tom Jones’s swanky tune, Sex Bomb and finally I allowed myself to insert a finger into my eager pussy. I wouldn’t be using my toy just yet. No, I’d have to wait one more song before I could fill my dark, wet hole with that silicone cock. I slid the one finger effortlessly in and out of my wet pussy, then slowly inserted another. I wiggled my fingers inside of myself, feeling the walls of my pussy engulf them. I imagined how good it must feel for a real cock to be surrounded on all sides by the soft, wet tissue. I continued fingering myself, first slow and steady, then quick and forceful, until the end of the second song.

When I heard the pulsating beats of Nine Inch Nails’ Closer, I knew it was time. I took my fingers out of my throbbing pussy and grabbed the dildo. I squirted a few drops of lube onto its smooth tip and rubbed it up and down the shaft, as if giving my imaginary partner a slow and steady hand job. All the while, I pictured my imaginary audience on the other end of the web cam, eating up every moment of the show that was going on in my den. Finally, I was ready. I teased the opening of my pussy with the head of the silicone cock for a moment, and then, just as the sound of Trent screaming out “You get me closer to God!” burst from my speakers, I slid it in. It filled me up, made me tingle all over. I began sliding the dildo in and out of my pussy - slower, faster, softer, harder. I moaned and groaned. “Fuck yes!” I called out. “Oh God!”

Then, just as the final notes of the song plunked away, it happened. My entire body tensed and then waves of pleasure rushed through me. My pussy convulsed around the toy as my orgasm overtook me. I cried out in ecstasy. “Oh! Oh! Oh yes!”

And then it was over. I closed my eyes and rested for a moment, catching my breath, before sliding the toy out of me. I opened my eyes and looked across the room at the tiny lens at the top of my laptop’s screen. Maybe next time I will turn it on.

“I want to come on you.”

“On my tits?”

“On your face.”

“Okay, baby.”

“Do you want to be a come guzzling slut?”

“Yes, that’s what I am.”

“Do you like being a come guzzling slut?”

“I do, for you.”

He smiled and pulled his cock out of my gushing pussy. Then he climbed up on my chest, pulled off the condom, and stroked his cock above me. It wasn’t long before hot salty liquid was shooting into my mouth, on my chin, and down my neck. It tasted saltier than I remembered.

I toweled off my face, and we snuggled up together.

“You’re a dirty dirty girl,” he said softly.

“I’m your dirty dirty girl,” I replied.

He smiled, but the far away look in his eyes as he stared at the ceiling made me wonder if he wished I was more his than I really am.