Daily Assignment 11/20/10 Blowjob Friday

Blowjob Friday

11/20/10

I'm gonna burn this thing when I'm done.

As some of you may know, I've been stuffed into a chastity belt for the weekend due to my failure to achieve ten orgasms on Thursday. My chastity belt is decidedly uncomfortable, with both a butt plug and a dildo, that fits tightly into both holes. Add a small rubber coated bump at the front, directly over my clit, and the whole thing becomes rather irritating. And that's with the vibrators off. With them on, it becomes maddening. Fortunately, I don't have to have the vibes on very often, or for that long, and I get to choose which vibe I turn on. Since the goal of this weekend is to keep me sexually stimulated but not orgasming, I'm pretty careful to only turn on the anal plug vibrator. I could go all day with it on frankly, and not cum.

But while wearing the chastity belt seems to be designed to keep me in my sexual place, it WASN'T my assignment for Friday. Why? Because Friday is Blowjob Day, and Master Barrett took a page from Master Mark's book, who felt that even if I wasn't receiving any pleasure, others shouldn't be denied. So Master Barrett directed me to find someone to give that pleasure too. In fact, he even asked me to find a girl as well. I objected. Not because I mind girl girl sex, but because finding a bi or lesbian girl is a lot harder than finding a guy to give a blowjob too. As I explained to Master Barrett, if you ask ten different guys if you can give them a no-strings-attached blowjob, two will say no, four will suspiciously go along with it, and four will whip out their cocks right there in front of you. Master Barrett's response? "Fine. Then blow five guys instead of one if its so easy to find willing guys."

Me and my big mouth.

There were some other caveats as well. Master Barrett had something rather specific in mind for my attire. He even sent me a picture.

As you can see, the little school slut... uh... I mean GIRL fashion is now in vogue. Thank God it's warm enough right now. Mid-seventies here. So Friday afternoon I shoved a plaid pleated short skirt into my bag, along with a white blouse, some white knee high stockings, and my black pumps with the three inch heel. As is probably apparent to everyone, this was NOT my first time dressing up as a little school girl. Kari used to make me do it back when we were in college. To be honest, she was much cruller than Master Barrett. The first time she made me do it, I wasn't given a plaid skirt, I was given a pair of super short skorts... with the short part cut out of them. Then we went to a party with literally half my ass hanging out and my pussy practically on display. I don't remember much after we got there. I sorta had too much to drink.

What? So I had a wild childhood!

So with everything in my bag, I traipsed out to my truck, tossed everything in, and headed out. My first stop was my usual stripping place, a rather infrequently used Farm to Market road just south of our farm. It actually borders our property, so technically, when I pull over, I'm ON my own land. It was sunny, slightly warm with a south breeze and a perfect day to be semi-naked. I got out of the truck, went to the front of the truck, and started stripping.

The first thing to go was my shirt. Then my boots and socks, followed by my jeans and bra. Everything was folded nicely and placed on the hood of the truck. This left me stark naked, with the exception of a wide black leather belt that went around my middle, which was connected to another black leather strap between my legs. So stuffed and naked, I started to get out my new attire when another truck appeared over the hill behind me. I turned to look, which no doubt gave the driver a good look at both my ass and my breasts. He rolled to a stop across from me and I looked into blue eyes below sandy blond hair, a chin with two or three days of beard, and a tee shirt.

"Well, don't see that every day," he said politely. I smiled. He seemed like a nice guy. I posed for him, flashing one of my million watt please can I suck your cock smiles. I pirouetted like a ballerina Then I realized I had an opportunity.

"Would you like a blowjob?" I asked. His eyes widened and then he grinned.

"Well only if you'd like to do one."

"Pull over."

He pulled his Chevy behind my Ford (heh...no comments about the metaphor please) and I sauntered on over, still naked, leaving my outfit on my truck hood. I climbed in the passenger side of his truck, gave him a smile, and then bent over to get his dick out.

He wasn't quite hard. Stiff maybe, but not hard, and I had to play with him a little to get him standing at attention. I get it. Guys look at porn a lot, so they become desensitized to naked girls. I don't really mind that much. It just means I get to showcase my oral talents. He was wearing boxers, which was a definite plus, and when I got his cock out I found that he was a pretty decent size. I slipped him into my mouth and began giving him the best blowjob I possibly could.

Why the fuck do they call it a blowjob anyway? I mean, sure OCCASSIONALY I might blow a little air down the sides of a guys cock, but mostly I suck. And lick. And stroke. Lots of stroking. I know porn videos make it seem like you should just do use your mouth, but fuck that. The idea is to make the guy cum and feel good right? Well just using your mouth doesn't do a good enough job. You need to use your hands, mouth, and tongue to do it right. I alternate between licks, sucking, stroking, and I even lightly caress a guys balls while sucking on him. The big thing to remember is to tantalize the tip of his cock with your tongue while make long slow strokes up his shaft at the same time. I also love this one caress I do, where I rub my fingers around the tip of his cock, right on the sensitive edge in a twisting motion while my other hand goes up and down his shaft. Also, you don't have to stroke the skin. You can grab hold and pump too. Lots of practice helps as well.

So I had my truck driving cow hand cumming in like ten minutes. It was thick gloop too. Evidently he hadn't masturbated in awhile because I ended up swallowing quite a bit of it. When we were finished, he asked me out on a date. I told him I was busy, but gave him my business card. So hopefully he's reading this and decides to email me! LOL. Anyway, I climbed out of his truck and headed back to mine. Getting dressed wasn't a big deal. I slipped the stockings on, then the skirt went over the chastity belt. Then I put on the white blouse, which I tied in a knot below my breasts, rather than button. Last, I put on my black high heels. Thus fully dressed, I was ready for adventure. And four more cocks.

Back in my truck I headed toward town. I avoided the mall. I've been there too often recently and my last little adventure there had left a bad taste in my mouth. Instead I headed toward Houston and turned north on highway 6 in order to find a suitable spot to do my hunting. Another strip mall afforded me what I was looking for. The problem with blowjobs is that you need a private place and about ten to fifteen minutes. In this particular spot, I found one of those horrible "cellphone" shops. Inside was a rather bored clerk, who obviously had nothing to do. I provided him with some needed distraction.

When you dress like a slut, you have to move like one too. That means walking a certain way. Kari made me practice when I was in high school. You cross your feet when you walk. You move your hips. You lower your head and look at people through your eyelashes. There is a whole different demeanor you have to adopt. It's complicated. So when I walked into that store I did all the right things. Mr. Clerk perked right up. Of course the fact I my ass was swinging side to side in a short little plaid skirt, and my tits were almost falling out of a white blouse that was just TIED together, loosely, might have had something to do with it. In short, I had his attention. I walked right up, smiled, and said, "Hi. I'm Breanne. I was wondering if I could suck your cock."

As a committed NHPS I'm trying to spread love and peace throughout the world. One guy at a time. I suppose eventually we can start an "I fucked or got blown by breanneNHPS" club. May peace and love reign throughout the known world.

Needless to say, things went just as easy for my third and fourth blowjobs. Managed to get an electronics repair guy in his own shop as well as the clerk at an eyeglasses repair place. It just went smoothly. Of course I was horny. Of course I wanted to get fucked. Especially since a couple of guys ASKED me if I wanted a fucking. But just in case, I had put the lock on my chastity belt earlier. SO NO ACCESS. I should have put a sign on my rear that said "Temporarily Closed". Wouldn't that have been funny?

My last blowjob was actually on the way home. Truck stop. I decided to head back there. I like those big cabs. Lots of privacy. The first cab I approached accepted, though I admit the driver thought I was a hooker. When I told him he was getting it for free he had trouble believing me. He even tried to tip me! Crazy, huh? I turned it down and told him a mouth full of cum was its own reward. I can't believe I said that. Argggghhh.

Afterward, I went back to my little farm to market road, stripped again in front of my truck. No passersby this time. I ended up back in my boots and jeans, tee shirt and bra. Oh. And of course, my chastity belt. No cumming for me. We'll, see what happens tomorrow.