(The third chapter in the story. Previous chapters are in my post history. Still not sure how to link those without having the post banned. Suggestions welcome.)
Mandy waits on her knees in the dirty toilet stall, impatiently waiting for the first cock. The ride over had been torture, her pussy had literally soaked through her shorts onto the bike seat, images of her brothers fat tool flashing through her mind. She fumbles with her shorts, desperate to get access to her hungry little crevice, knowing she will spend the next few hours furiously finger fucking herself silly while she sucks a parade of cocks. She smiles in the dim light as she hears the bathroom door creak open and hears the excited mutters of men. Even though she has done this dozens of times, she still has butterflies in her stomach, but she knows that soon enough she will drown those butterflies with the rich, creamy cum of strangers. She bounces up and down with excitement like a kid at Christmas as her small hand slips down the front of her shorts, almost instantly finding her throbbing clit, moaning softly as she hears the first man enter the stall next to her. The crisp sharp sound of a zip coming down is music to her ears, she has developed a pavlovian response to this sound, her body shudders with anticipation, and a second later a long, glistening black cock slowly emerges from the hole. Mandy whispers the words “Oh fuck yes” to herself under her breath before she dives forward, every molecule in her body has been craving this.
She starts slowly, enveloping the shiny head with her hot little mouth, circling it with her soft tongue, savouring the few drops of salty precum that trickle out. Her delicate hand reaches up and starts to slowly work the shaft in long, firm strokes.
Nobody ever had to show Mandy how to please a cock, it just comes to her naturally, like a duck to water. She instinctively knows how to tease and tickle the bulbous tip of the cock before she starts to slowly and lovingly force her head towards the hole, inch after inch of twitching cock-meat invading her throat. The cock is long and rigid, and about half way down she begins to splutter and gag, but not once does she pull back or pause. She enjoys choking on these strange cocks, knowing that the convulsions of her tight little throat bring even more pleasure to the men on the other side of the wall.
Unlike her mother, she has no inhibitions or shame when it comes to cock. She doesn’t know this is wrong, she doesn’t know most people would consider this sick, all she knows is the cocks feel warm and heavy and *right* in her throat, and that cum is delicious and creamy and good, and she would gladly eat it for every meal if she could. She has often thought that cum would go well with almost any meal, the strong, salty tang fills her young mind with a buzz, and even if the men don’t let her taste it and shoot their loads straight into her stomach, her body still seems satisfied on some deep, primal level, scratching an itch that nothing else can.
By now her eyes are watering and drool drips from her chin, her lips are stretched around the straining black pillar, but there is just a slight smile in the corners of her mouth, her wet eyes roll into the back of her head as she gags and coughs up throat slime all over the cock and herself. Whenever a particularly large cock comes through the wall Mandy likes to imagine it is her brother’s long cock plumbing the depths of her gullet, picturing his handsome face leering down at her, his huge balls resting warmly on her chin.
Finally she reaches the base, her pretty little nose goes through the hole, mashing into the pubic hair of a complete stranger, the musky scent of his sex filling her nostrils. She can feel the rock hard cock quivering in her throat, and she knows that this one won’t last long. Not many men can hold back when Mandy decides to use her talented mouth to make them cum. She holds her face there for a few seconds, gurgling and spluttering and generally savouring the sensation of once again having her tight, hot little throat stretched, spit slowly dripping down the dirty bathroom wall. The man on the other side of the wall groans when she moves back a few inches and then shoves her face forward again, his cock straining and bulging in her esophagus, making inhuman noises as she impales her face on the dripping prick. A lesser slut would pull back, take a breath, let the cock fall from her mouth for a second. But not Mandy. She had begun to think of every other function her mouth performed, eating, talking, even breathing, as being secondary to sucking cock, and so she stuffs her own throat with complete determination, her face red and her eyes fluttering prettily.
The man on the other side pushes his large black balls through the hole, and Mandy knows exactly what to do. She slams her pretty face against the wall one last time, opens her drooling mouth wide, and begins to use her talented tongue to slurp and massage the loose skin of the ball sack. She runs her tongue in figure eights, massaging the slop from her throat into the loose skin of the ball sack. She can tell from the fevered grunts from the other side of the wall that her partner is seconds away, and decides it’s time for her signature move. Mandy grabs the big black balls and begins to stuff them into her mouth, Her mouth is already stretched to capacity with cock, but she knows with a little determination and elbow grease she can achieve anything. First one ball then the other plops into her mouth, her cheeks bulging like some perverted squirrel. The man on the other side grunts in pleasure and shock, this is his first time at the hole, and he has never had a woman deepthroat the full length of his cock, let alone his entire package. His cock and balls engulfed completely in Mandy’s hot little passageway, the walls of her throat convulsing wildly, he begins to cum, bucking wildly against the booth wall.
Mandy lets out a long, satisfied gurgle as she feels the load pulsing down his shaft, spraying directly into her stomach. The man jerks his hips uncontrollably, but Mandy is relentless, never for a second letting his cock or balls fall from her suctioning mouth until she is sure that every last drop has been pumped into her belly, the first of many to come. Finally he is done, and Mandy slowly pulls back, his semi hard meat flopping unceremoniously out of her mouth, slapping wetly against the bathroom wall. However, the man does not pull his cock back just yet, his friends have told him about the procedure here.
Mandy pulls her phone from her pocket, turns the camera on and holds it up. She is nothing if not a product of her generation, and she has fallen into the habit of taking a selfie with every single cock she sucks. She has the rare distinction of having sucked hundreds of cocks, but is still a virgin, unconsciously saving herself for her brother. She holds the large, slimy slab of meat in one hand, a tendril of cum dangling between the dark knob and her grinning mouth. She takes the snap, her innocent face smiling prettily next to the black monster, and notes for the hundredth time how she always seems to look better in photos with a cock in them, maybe because her smile is so much more genuine. She is naturally a happy and bubbly girl, but nothing in this world makes her happier than draining the balls of a nice fat cock.
The black cock slides back though the hole, and Mandy waits patiently for her next “visitor.” However, this time, instead of a cock, someone pushes a pink collar through the hole, a gaudy piece with the words “**I LOVE CUM**” printed across it in cheap fake diamonds. Mandy instantly loved it, it was the kind of thing she always wanted to wear to school, but her meddling mother insisted that she wear respectable things so that the boys “respect” her. What her mother never understood Mandy would much rather have cum than respect, and she wasn’t quite sure why but the less respect the men paid her, the more she enjoyed herself.
“Put it on yer little *slut*” growls a dark voice with a thick irish accent. It takes a minute for Mandy to pick the voice, but once she does her eyes go wide and she covers her mouth with excitement. The town she lives in is not a big place, and there is only one man who lives here with an Irish accent: Mr Flynn, the gruff but attractive English teacher. Mandy had spent more than a few lessons staring at his crotch, wondering what kind of heat he was packing. And for his part, Mr Flynn had given up even trying to hide his glances, openly staring at Mandy’s outrageous young body while she flirted with him.
Mandy’s hands quiver slightly as she puts the collar on, the leash threaded back through the hole. She can’t wait to see Mr Flynns cock, she has fantasized about it on more than one occasion, and now she is a little nervous she will be disappointed. She wonders if he has any idea that it is his sweet young student that is kneeling patiently on the other side of the hole. When the cock finally emerges from the darkness Mandy has to suppress a gasp. It is not by any means the longest cock she has ever seen, but it’s as thick as a coke can, a rigid, veiny, cock that looks angry and menacing, not a tool for love but a weapon of destruction. The idea of sucking her teacher’s fat cock has her so wet that she has to yank her tiny shorts down to her ankles, not wanting to spray all over them before she returns home.
”Suck it bitch” Mr Flynn says in his thick accent, and Mandy is happy to oblige. She sucks the glistening knob like she had the previous man, but Mr Flynn is an impatient man with no time for games. The leash jerks forward, yanking her head toward the wall and stuffing most of his thick cock down her throat in one go. Mandys eyes go wide with surprise, choking and gagging pathetically, spraying spittle against the bathroom wall. The cock before had been long, but Mr Flynns is so thick that her pretty young mouth is stretched to it’s limits, her pale throat bulging, the outline of his log clearly visible. Mandy couldn’t stop even if she wanted to, but the thought didn’t even enter her head.
Mandy’s red cheeks grow darker and darker, the cock in her esophagus is so thick, and her nose is mashed against Mr Flynn’s crotch, so breathing is basically impossible.
“Fucking choke on that fat cock you dirty bitch” Mr Flynn says from the other side of the divider while Mandy’s world begins to go dark.
Both her legs and one of her arms begin to twitch and writhe involuntarily, but her glistening right hand never leaves her cunt, three fingers knuckle deep, fucking herself like an animal on the filthy bathroom floor. Finally, just as she starts to think that Mr Flynn might literally choke her to death with his angry cock, he relents, loosening his grip on the leash. Her whole body lunges backward, gasping and heaving for air.
“Oh fuck…oh fuck” she pants again and again, drool falling from her perfect mouth, trickling between her dainty tits and puddling on the bathroom floor.
“Oh fuck *yes*” she finally croaks, a wicked smile spreading across her face. She had just been skull-fucked to the point of almost passing out, her cheeks are red, her eyes teary, most girls would be running for the hills by now. But not Mandy. Once again she leans forward and takes the dripping head in her hot little oral trap, wiggling her fat ass like an excited puppy, this time ready for the abuse. As soon as Mr Flynn feels her mouth envelope the mushroom head of his cock, he yanks her forward ruthlessly, but this time only holds her there for a second before letting her pull back a few inches, yanking her head back and forth, essentially using her throat as a human fleshlight.
“Goddamit this bitch is good” he remarks, and she cant help but feel a flutter of pride at the compliment, Mr Flynn is famous for giving very sparse praise. Mandy is in heaven, not only because her mouth and throat are being roughly slam-fucked, but because she knows her teacher is on the other side of the wall, making it all the hotter. What would he do if he found out? Would he yell at her? Would he call her a stupid little slut? Would he spank her naughty butt until she couldn’t sit down properly? All of these thoughts flash though her mind as she chokes and drools all over the cock, stuffing her fingers into her sopping cunt so hard she knows she’ll be sore tomorrow.
Mr Flynn begins to call her a torrent of filthy names in his thick accent, some of them Mandy doesn’t even recognise. But she can tell from the ire in his voice and the short, brutal yanks on the leash that he is getting close, and she is right there with him. Finally he pulls her down hard one final time, his pulsing cock exploding deep inside her neck, his thick goo gushing down her throat. The knowledge that her teacher is dumping a load in her stomach is enough to send her over the edge, her pink little cunt erupts around her fingers. Mandy screams in ecstasy with enough force that Mr Flynns spurting cock is forced from her throat, shooting hot heavy dollops of cum all over her pretty face. She assists him by grabbing his slimy cock and jacking it as hard as she can, pointing is directly at her forehead, spraying her own face with thick ball-slop. Finally Mr Flynns balls are completely drained, and with shaky hands mandy takes her phone and points it at her her cum streaked face, managing a big happy smile next to Mr Flynns semi hard cock for her memento.
“Thank you” she croaks, her vocal cords damaged from the brutal bashing they just received.
The next two hours are a blur of hard facefucking for Mandy as cock after cock shoots their hot loads down her throat, or occasionally all over her face. She enters into a trance that she has come to think of as “cum-drunk”, a state of mind where nothing else matters except for gulping down the next creamy load, nothing exists except for the next straining cock protruding from the hole. A mixture and spit and cum oozes down the wall in front of her, and occasionally in between cocks Mandy slurps the sludge off the wall. Some of the men are silent, some call her unspeakable names, some use the leash to fuck her throat, some simply let Mandy do her work, but all of them blow their precious cum in and on her, filling her stomach and drenching her face.
At last, after what seems like an eternity of cocks and a sea of semen, the last man pumps his load into her full belly, and Mandy slouches back into the corner of the bathroom, exhausted. She hears the bathroom door creak closed, and she is alone at last, her face a mask of cum, her belly so full that she lets out occasional burps. Her cunt is sore from her vigorous strumming, her throat feels like it had a train run down it, but deep in her perverted soul she is content. She scrapes the cum from her face and hair with her fingers and sucks down the last drops, slowly dresses, and leaves the cum splattered cubicle. On the ride home she is sure to hike her shorts up as high as they can go over her round young ass, relishing the stares from the men she passes. She has no idea how many cocks she has sucked today, but she took a photo with each and every one, and she knows that tonight she will lie in bed and count the cocks while she fucks herself. Her personal record is 37, but she has a feeling she broke that today.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticstories/comments/7d6dzg/the_slutmaker_3_mandys_day_inc_mdom_buk