CumSlutFuckWhore Diary 06-22-08 First Afternoon

CumSlutFuckWhore Diary 06-22-08 First Afternoon
Copyright DeniWom 2008

One of my favorite times of the year is the third weekend in June. Not because it is the first days of summer, nor for the weather, nor even for guests visiting my home, but instead because it is the time of the year the cowboys need a good whore! For three years I have agreed to supply a welcoming pussy for them to enjoy while they are away from their wives for a few days. Most of them, when they arrive at cow camp, have not had sex from their wives for months. Who can blame these poor, abused and neglected married men for being excited about having an eager and available slutty cunt available for their uses for a few days?

And to make the first few hours shorter, this year Karen is assisting me in satisfying their carnal desires!

During the first several weeks of June we spend time in the local lingerie ships. We stock up on sexy underwear and filmy lingerie to wear at dinner, around the campfires, and for breakfast. The guys love removing our lacey, sexy clothing as they prepare their minds and bodies for ravishing us.

We always arrive a day after the early arrivers have set up camp. They tow a camping trailer to cow camp for use as our whorehouse. By the time we get there, the water is hot in the shower, and the beds are made. This year they replaced the old mattress with a temperpedic mattress for their slut’s pleasures, And to protect their rickety old knees!

As usual, we were welcomed by bear hugs and deep tongued kisses as we got out of the car. An excited Karen was roundly felt up as she stood there, the men being curious what her tiny body was like. One of them knelt in front of her and checked her out to see if her kitty is bare like mine is. There was a whoop of pleasure when he saw that she was. “Two bona fide kiddy kitties lads!” he yelled as he stood back up, holding his back as he moved. The average age of these cowboys is around fifty eight. They are sort of like the guys in the movie “Hogs” in as much as many of them are normal ordinary people when not at cowboy camp. But up here, they love to walk and talk the cowboy swagger and lingo. I love every one of them. They are so caring and so concerned for their little whore’s welfare. Not one of them would ever hurt us in anyway, unless we ask for it, of course.

Karen looked at me and smiled. “God Deni, how many guys are there this year?”

I held up twenty-three fingers, ten at a time, and then the final three. Karen started to giggle. “That’s eleven and a half a day!” She looked at me like it was Christmas morning. “Unless they need it more than once a day, that is!”

I help up three fingers on one hand and five on the other, waving them left and right to indicate that the number was not exact.

Karen’s eyes widened as she gasped, “We are going to get fucked a hundred times?” She started laughing out loud. “Good GOD we are going to be sore, Deni!”

I could hardly wait to get started.

The tradition is that I retire to the whore house, then when I am ready for “guests” I open the shade on the window by the door.

Karen and I surveyed our humble little whorehouse. There were two beds, both visible from each other. We giggled as we stood by the beds and stared at each other, picturing seeing each other as whores in a brothel, taking man after man between our thighs as they grunt and groan, then expend their manly liquid within us. And when the men were done with our services, and no longer was there a line at our door, our tongues cleansing each other gently, declaring our love, with the men watching us through the windows as they prepare for their next session with their little whores.

By our count, we serviced nine men each before dinner. Some of the men had not arrived yet. We both had at least nine orgasms. And then two more each as we cleansed each other.

A douche and a quick brushing of our teeth and we were ready for dinner. And the evening with the guys of course. Being “ladies of the evening” we of course looked forward to that special time of amours activity. The men were already hauling water for their showers.

TBC