Ah, National 69 Day – the one day of the year where I really get to shine. Picture this: it’s a gorgeous summer morning, sun shining, birds singing, and my clit is already throbbing in anticipation. I slide out of bed, catwalk to the kitchen in nothing but my lacy red thong, and pour myself a large mug of coffee. Bottoms up, baby! I’ve got a long, long day of intense oral sex ahead and I need my energy up.

My phone starts blowing up with texts from my usual 69 suspects. “U up?” “R u ready?” “I’m hard already.” Heh, they know not to keep me waiting on my special day. I respond to each with a sultry pic – me spread eagle on the couch in my “Ride Me” lingerie, my tits spilling out and my pussy glistening for their tongues. The replies are immediate and filthy. “Holy shit you’re sexy.” “Can’t wait to dive in.” “How much for a 69?” I just laugh. Silly boys, they’ll pay triple for the privilege of slobbering between my thighs today.

I barely have time to chug my coffee before my 8am appointment arrives, a hung stud who always makes me cum. He barely gets through the door before we’re a tangle of arms and legs, making out like high schoolers in the hallway. His strong hands lift my ass and I wrap my legs around his waist as he carries me to the bedroom. We collapse on the bed in a frenzy of clothes-flying and licking and nibbling. I push him down and crawl on top, first planting a kiss on the tip of his straining cock, then engulfing him in my hot, wet mouth. “Oh fuck yes Sage, just like that,” he groans as I bob on his shaft. I pop off to reply, “Mmm, you taste so fucking good. I’ve been craving this cock all morning.”

But I’m not done being forward yet. I spin around and position my dripping slit above his hungry mouth. “Eat that pussy, big boy,” I command, lowering myself onto his tongue. His lips close around my clit and he sucks hard, two thick fingers pumping into my tight cunt. I moan around his dick as he tongue-fucks me, my eyes rolling back at the dual stimulation. My whole body quakes as I ride his face, grinding on his chin as his cock throbs in my throat. He buries his tongue deep in my pussy and I feel myself start to cum. With a strangled cry, I explode, my pussy gushing all over him as he laps it up. I follow with my own powerful orgasm, my whole body convulsing as I swallow his load.

I crawl off him, both of us panting and drenched in sweat and various fluids. “Damn girl, you never fail to impress,” he says, pecking my cheek. I blow him a kiss. “Of course not. It’s fucking National 69 Day, and I’m the queen.” He chuckles and heads to the shower to clean up before leaving for work. I take a moment to bask in the afterglow before my 9am appointment arrives. A sexy older dude with a serious stamina. I’ve got a feeling he’s going to rock my world for hours.

Hours later, I’m in post-coital bliss after an intense 69 with a Don Juan type who never fails to make me squirt. He’s unmoving and snoring beside me, but I’m just revving up for the next round. I have a lineup of oral sex enthusiasts waiting to worship at my altar today. A players coach who I always dominate with my skilled mouth. A shy college student getting my special “first 69” discount – I aim to rock his world. A professional football player who gets off on having his massive cock choked down my throat. Each one brings a different energy, a different vibe, but all share the same goal – to give me mind-blowing pleasure with their mouths and make me cum over and over on their cocks.

By 10pm, I’m thoroughly satisfied and pleasantly sore, collapsed in an exhausted heap. The laundry room is packed with cum-stained sheets and my room reeks of sex. My clit is still throbbing, my pussy twitching deliciously. I have seven missed calls and 15 texts from a guy begging to come over for one last 69 before bed. I have to decline – I’m already dreaming of this day next year. As I drift off to sleep, I can’t stop smiling. Another wildly successful National 69 Day in the books. XOXO, Sage.