Ch 1 - Cock Hunt Friday

Its Friday and anyone experienced in Ida's regular "Cock Hunting Fridays" is eagerly awaiting her arrival at Renegades, a local C&W club and concert venue in Livonia, Mi. Over the years she has amassed a small but loyal fan following of well-hung white bois studs that she refers to as her 'posse'. These are sexual partners selected during past cock hunts that measured up to her standards in both size and sexual proficiency and are in attendance. A posse of men with the length and girth that has proven to satisfy those urges of lust and wanting in Ida that smaller men including myself can't, though many have tried.

"The length," Ida says, "Is necessary to hit that spot deep in my pussy and the girth to stretch my uterus". To Ida, size is everything and she is an unapologetic 'size queen' and is always looking for the next Lex Steele sized cock. With Ida's skillset and desires she can demand and gleefully receive as much large white cock as she wants. This makes fucking her 'most favored activity' and occupies, either directly or indirectly, 25 hours a week. That's a lot of cock. Oh shit, that's miles of cock!

Ida has been running her 'Cock Hunting Fridays' outing for years and has perfected it to a few simple rules; condoms for single men and bareback optional for married men, although there have been exceptions. Suffice it to say that she prefers bareback as she claims that the feeling of a throbbing cock shooting a load of cum deeply into her unprotected pussy causes a cascading of orgasms that can't be reproduced any other way. I will have to take her word for it.

The game is simple. She arrives at about 9:00 with her 'wingman', that's me, and I set up at a table while Ida makes the rounds to see which of her posse are here and if there are interesting potential newbies to audition. Her posse knows it's first come first serve so it's not unusual to see several waiting at this early hour. She will stop and flirt with each of them and the possible recruits and sometimes organizes them into groups if she decides to have a gang bang or a spit roasting and assigns each a time to be available during the night. She enjoys a good MFM three-way experience and finds it much easier to accomplish than a gangbang, which requires a location offsite, although I have been tasked to provide a hotel room for these from time to time. These three-ways are common on Friday nights.

When Ida's dance card is full (about 3 hours of play time or 6-7 men) the action begins with Ida selecting her first 'dance partners' of the night and having them escort her out to the parking lot or in some cases downstairs to the locker rooms, a holdover vestige of the health club that was the original purpose of the building prior to it becoming a C&W club.

Before embarking to their pied-a-terre, Ida and friends will swing by our table to check in, as communications is key, and to introduce her 'now bull' to me. The check in is more of a safety step as it lets the studs know that she isn't alone and has some protection but it also serves to reinforce the rules of the hunt, which are simple and finite. They are respect Ida and do what she says, be brief, and leave her well fucked, wet, stretched, and cum filled, but always wanting more. Simple enough, except for newbies that need reinforcement of the brevity rule. They tend to think that their performance is being judged by their stamina. Contrary to that their performance is being judged by if they can they check all her boxes in 30 minutes or less. This simple set up has proven successful enough that Ida hasn't changed a thing in years. Hey it worked for Dominos.

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"Hey babe," Ida announces as she enters our apartment two days before her next planed hunt. "Come see what I've done to my hair and nails. I think you'll like it."

"Oh shit!," I exclaim when I see her asymmetric haircut with pink stripes. "it's different. It may take me time to get used to it, but it is kind of sexy," I reply. "And it blends well with your Goth tattoos and nail polish".

"Thanks babe," she cooed. "I know you'll like the way my esthetician styled my pubs," too, she declared raising her soft flowing sun dress exposing her alluring nearly bare moist and slutty pussy. "It's called a landing strip and I intend to land a lot of cock with it Friday night. "What do you think?" "Will I?"

"Without a doubt'," I blurted out fixed on her twat feeling that stir in my groin as my cock begins to swell knowing that her sweet muff could easily still be filled with the remnants of a recent deposit. "I know your posse will agree". "If they're anything like me they'll be hot to taste your womanhood. Will you be wearing that new clit stud I bought for you," I inquired?

"I might. I already wore it last night when I met up with Devon and he took extra time licking me and playing with it with his tongue, which drove me to several orgasms," Ida replied. "He commented that it was very sexy and asked when was I getting a QOS tattoo"?

"That's a great question. I seem to be asking that routinely myself. What did you say," I queried hoping for an affirmative response.

"Soon baby, soon. I just want to be sure that I am a Queen of Spades and not just a 'size queen'." she wisely replied.

"You know how much I enjoy my white bois at the club and I wonder what the protocol is for displaying that symbol. I wouldn't want to offend or mislead anyone. Is there a Queen of Spades and White Bois symbol? You know kind of a statement of being an equal opportunity slut? That I would wear with pride for all to see." Ida declared.

Devon is Ida's favorite regular boyfriend, a strapping, 29 year old, well hung, black stud with what Ida calls "a god-like body" and "fucks me better than anyone ever has". She and Devon have sex almost daily, which works out for both Ida and I as I get daily 'sloppy seconds' and Ida gets daily multiple mind bending orgasms. Ida met him several years ago during one of her black club hunts, "Catch and Release," that happens on Saturday nights at a black dominant night club in Detroit.

My cock had grown into a full erection thinking about Devon eating Ida's pussy out last night and all the hard hitting, fast pounding fucking he gives her when they hookup, but I had to focus on the task at hand, making sure Ida would be suited up and ready to go with all her feminine charms attended to; her smell, her taste, her makeup, her slut-wear.

She always needed help with final selection of what outer clothing to wear to the club. It needed to be a sensible cross between slutty and easily removed and replaced, mostly by hiking a skirt or pushing a thong clear of her vagina for intercourse.

I though the classic slut look was always a good choice with the prerequisite short free flowing skirt for easy access with a teddy or a bustier, thigh-high stockings with heels and no panties afford quick changes from seductress to 'cum dump' and back and gives complete viewable access to all of Ida's secrete gardens. It also maximized the sloppy cum dribble from her used pussy that runs down her legs after every bareback session as she returns to me at our table, something I admit turns me on and makes me crazy. In my humble opinion there's no more powerful force then the desire that overcomes me when my woman is wet from a cascade of sperm, seminal fluid and pussy cum.

"Ida, have you decided what you will wear on Friday night to the club?" I queried.

"No that's two days off I'll just change my mind several times before then," Ida chuckled. "I kind of like the simple skirt and top idea with options to wear or not wear panties. I like crotchless panties because they do absorb some of the spillover cum from my pussy during my 'walk of shame' back to our table," she dished. "What do you think?"

"I think you could wear anything and get results but to get a lot of attention you might try that short waisted Country & Western sparkly jacket. You could wear that over any one of you sexy 'open air' bras with the skirt and crotchless panties (or not) and either heels or your cowgirl boots," I suggested smiling ear to ear.

"I know just the outfit you are referring to," Ida said shaking her head. "Wasn't that the exact outfit I was wearing that time I enticed that whole table of studs to follow me out to the minivan and I had my first gangbang?" "We nearly got caught so if I do wear that ensemble again it will be with a limited purpose: no more than three cocks in a saddle this time!"

Apparently three or four guys with their cocks out standing around a moaning woman as she is ravished by multiple men draws a bit of attention. Who knew?

We both laughed out loud at such a pedestrian reference to going air-tight. She had her outfit and if she went air-tight Friday it would be a Kodak moment and documented as such. A boy can dream.

"I'll have my final wardrobe selection ready by then awaiting your approval, my love," she mused knowing it wouldn't be.

Ida always begins her prep with a long bath and her signature scent starts with the lingering fragrance of the bath balm I used to prepare her soak, Bergamot rose, and the layering of her post bath products of lotions and powders dispersed to various regions, of her body and a final layering of her scent, 'Black Opium' judiciously placed between her breasts and other sensual areas.

This makes it intoxicating when you inhale any part of her body from her soft, white neck to her full, ivory globes with large tawny pierced nipples, and below. You can follow the scent of her further down to her navel and lower to vulva and if you are lucky, the smell of sex and musk will reveal a special gift she has collected for you. Lingering here is advised as is tasting the nectar from her quim a delectable and acquired taste.

I was glad to see Ida had been to her esthetician but I would make a special examination of the smoothness of her labia, and perineum, and anus and depilate as needed. It's the small things in life that make it sweet so no detail too small is overlooked. I am sure Ida's lovers appreciate the smooth glide of a wet tongue over smooth cum soaked labium. I know I do! I always complete the vaginal trim two days before the event so it's smooth and blemish free.

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Ida sullied over to me and draped her sleek arms around my neck and kissed me deep with her soft probing tongue. "Want to go into the bedroom? I'll wear my new clit jewelry, and you can see if you can still taste Devon on it," she murmured in my ear. "Also, you can check to see if my pussy is ready for the hunt." I didn't need to answer.

I picked her up and whisked her to the bedroom and dropped her unceremoniously on the bed bouncing her. See giggled like a young child and asked only half joking, "Are you planning to fuck me roughly?"

I said, "We'll see," as I lifted her dress. To my surprise her legs and crotch were both wet and sticky. "Oh," I exclaimed. "What have we here?"

"Ah... I may have forgotten to mention that I stopped off at Devon's for little happy hour stress relief.," Ida laughed nervously. "I thought you knew." "My soiled panties are in my purse as they were soaked with both Devon's and my cum."

I did suspect but playing dumb was a game we often played. I could smell his scent on her the moment she came home and as soon as I lifted her dress on the bed the unmistakable earthy scent of cum was overpowering.

Like a forensic investigator at the scene of the crime I could tell the 'sticky' was male ejaculate hours old and the 'wet' was the same but fresh, not more than 30 minutes old. I could now pinpoint the time of the deed. Armed with this knowledge I dove into the target's bullseye, that copiously wet, musky, sticky muff slit, and thrust my tongue into Ida as deep as I could go and lapped and slurped and inhaled the dank and spicy essence until I had supped to my immediate content.

"Ida," I moaned, "you're soaking wet with Devon's cum. He must have been saving up this load for a week."

"No babe. You know I fuck him nearly every day." "It's just that I sucked his cock too good and it drove him wild." "He exploded rope after rope deep into my cunt triggering my orgasm which caused him to and flood me even more." "Baby, I'm just that damn good." She giggled.

Rising from position of snatch homage I grabbed her legs and dragged her to the edge of the bed and lifted and spread them and placed them over my shoulders lining up her glistening pussy with my mouth.

"You sweet slut," I murmured as my tongue licked from her asshole to her clit in a smooth motion. Her slit was slick with both her and Devon's cum and the proof of her sultriness made my cock swell almost painfully. She responded to my efforts with little moans and "oh yes, god yes" and ground her crotch into my face with passion.

She made up and down pelvis thrusts forcing me to lick her cunt from clit to anus moaning and sometime uttering smut.

"Eat me." Ida growled. "Eat my dirty, slutty, well fucked and BBC creampied pussy," She demanded.

I obliged her and got lost in her smooth, hairless, stretched vagina licking her as deep as I could, desperate for her cum. The taste and the smell of her freshly fucked pussy was intoxicating, almost overpowering and for the briefest moment my lizard brain caused a twinge of panic and jealousy and then it dissipated. It was both the most erotic and primal feeling that made my cock rock-hard and drove me to lap and slurp and imbibe her delicious nectar again.

I then turned to Ida's clitoris. I pulled back its hood and ever so gently touched the love button with the tip of my slobbering tongue. She tensed and arched her back as to offer me a less obstructed access and I grabbed her phat ass, a hand on each cheek, and pulled her harder to my hungry mouth. I began make lazy circles around that most sensitive lady bit and her breathing became shallow and labored. Her hips slowly gyrated as she grabbed the back of my head and pulled me ever harder into her crotch fucking my face.

Ida let out a protracted low moan followed by "Oh god, oh god, oohhh....". Her legs began to shake and then convulsed into an orgasm clamping her thighs around my head making it impossible to breathe. She convulsed briefly and then relaxed her death grip on my head, contented and spent. At last I was allowed breathe again.