The 24hrs of Cum / Part 1 – Random Redditors [Fmmmmm][Wife-slut][Cum-Dump][Toilet-Whore]

Now that I have started down this road, I am not sure I know how to stop: I am not sure I want to. I feel things spinning further and further out of control. I am closer than ever to getting caught, and yet the urge to keep going is insatiable. I spent all of Sunday morning trying to convince my husband that nothing is wrong. I know he went through my phone, which I am careful to keep clean; I am certain he went through my laptop too, but I know he won’t find anything there. By the time lunch rolled around, I had him calmed down and after a sandwich and a quick and rather perfunctory blow-job in our bathroom, he headed out to take the kids to practice, as little league was getting underway and he likes to fancy himself an assistant coach, even if nobody appoints him. They would be gone most of the afternoon.

The moment they left I headed upstairs to check my closet, and there, as I had left it, tucked between old blankets, was my second phone that I bought myself for Christmas, and never told him about. Still locked. Still hidden as I had left it. I managed a sigh of relief, and then feeling excited logged on to Reddit to play and chat a little. I decided to post a few new pics and test the waters of a new sub reddit I found for chubby girls. The response was immediate, and multiple messages and chats were popping up. Each like, each comment, was getting me hotter and wetter, and soon I found myself with a hand down the front of my sweats, squeezing my clit harder and harder as I read through each one. I started responding to messages and looking at a wide variety of boys with their cock pics ready to play. One kept drawing my attention; we had chatted a few times this past week, and although I had no idea still what he looked like, he has a gorgeous looking fat, veiny unclipped cock in his profile and I have always wanted to try one. I had learned a few days ago that he lives two towns over, less than 15 minutes away. A young contractor from England, 25 according to his profile, and here on a work visa for some tech job in nearby Philadelphia.

I had tried to keep it to myself that we were so close. I started to wonder how many others looking at my pictures on the internet might also be nearby. Maybe even know me, or my husband, or my kids. The thought was terrifying and exciting all at the same time, and I soon found myself once again engaging in playful conversation with him. “Yes, I wrote those blogs.” “Yes, they are straight from my diary.” “Yes, it’s all true.” And “Yes, I really am that big a slut!” Daringly I revealed to him that I lived very close by. He asked to meet me, and suggested a nearby hotel, about half the way between us. I told him to get a room there and send me the number when he was checked-in and that I would try to meet him if I could.

I was excited. Almost shaking. I paced around my room throughout the conversation and I was getting wetter and wetter as I did: my sweats were again completely soaked. And then it came, his text, “room 323.” I was frozen in place. After the week I had had, of picking up strangers at bars, and workmen in my house, and the bookstore on Friday, I don’t know why, but for the first time this felt like deliberate cheating. It was no longer a spur of the moment, rash decision. I had arranged this. My heart was pounding, and I could feel butterflies in my stomach. But I also felt the urge. That insatiable desire to get fucked hard by as many dicks as would have me: like I couldn’t ever get enough.

I didn’t bother with underwear, it would only get ruined. I threw on a summer dress, that was a tad too short on the bottom, and had buttons down the front that could be opened and quite revealing: it hasn’t really fit in a few years, but I love the way it shows off my curves, and for the first time in a few weeks it really felt like spring again, and I needed to feel sexy. I threw on a little perfume, my favorite spike heels, and texted Mr. Unclipped to let him know I was “OMW”.

He had been telling him for a few days what he wanted. I can talk a lotta shit, but fact is I rarely let my mouth write checks that my ass (or mouth as the case may be) can’t cash, but with this boy I had be really pushing the line between what I think I want and what I know I can handle. I wasn’t sure at all if he was even for real: pulling in to the parking lot I started to get nervous. I drive by this hotel all the time, going various places around town for shopping or with the kids. This hotel, in particular, has an indoor water park attached and I have been here many times with the kids and my husband, but never into the rooms, only the park. As I get out of the car and adjust myself, I can feel the butterflies starting again. My heart is beating out of my chest. “I’m here” I text. “Are you ready?”

After a long pause … “323 … door is open.” I am nervous and excited; my heart is in my throat as I walk towards the doors. Will someone recognize me? Should I be doing this, middle of the day on Sunday? If someone I know sees me, I will abort I tell myself. Walking through the doors and towards the elevator I am dripping with cum, it is literally gushing out of me, and I know I have a glistening trail running down the back of my thighs. I hope nobody notices, and yet I hope everybody sees it. I push the button, waiting for the elevator, I am pacing a little. A little part of me hopes to see someone I know, just so I can bail on this. I don’t know why but deep inside I am feeling a little guilty. This is no accident. This is no momentary lapse in judgement. This has been planned, discussed, arranged. The elevator door opens and a family steps out; they are all in towels and trunks: clearly heading to the waterpark. I try to smile. The men all give me big grins, and the wife flashes me the evil eye. “If you only knew sweetie” I think to myself and smile as I step on the elevator. Its empty and the ride is unbearably slow. I lean back against the railing, and lift my dress up, feeling my own wetness, how soaked and drenched I am; all the hair of my thick muff is matted and slightly sticky. I squeeze my clit hard a few times, secretly hoping there is a camera recording and some old security guard is getting a cheap thrill. As the doors begin to open on the third floor I am hoping someone will be there to see me, to catch me with my fingers buried up inside me, like a complete slut, but the hallway is completely empty.

Gathering my composure, and dropping my dress, I turn down the hall and begin counting the numbers of the rooms out to myself, “17, 19, 21….” My heart is pounding furiously now, my legs are shaking a little at the knees, my stomach is all full of knots. I take a few deep breaths. A voice in my head is telling me to bail, but I feel like I have come to far to just walk away. I look at the door a moment. 323. I push on it gently and find it gives. Pushing harder I open it and walk in, letting it shut again behind me. I don’t see anyone. Two twin beds and the standard amenities of every basic hotel room in America.
“In here” … I jump a little in surprise, and almost turn and bolt out the door. The voice is coming from the bathroom. I step down the little hall past the closet and toward the bathroom door. Inside is a man, tall and thin, and clearly older than the 25 he told me. He is seated on the toilet, stark naked, and in between is legs is a slowly growing erection with a funny little sock on it. I have never seen one uncut before in person: I am completely enamored with it immediately. “Come in love” he says in a thick English accent. It rough and a bit gravely, and judging by the smell he smokes, a lot. But I am mesmerized. His long fat veiny cock is starting to stand up now, and he leans back a bit to show it off to me. I glance him up and down. Taking in the scene. He is older than he said, but that is definitely the penis in the profile, and from where I am standing it looks delicious.

Does he really expect me to go through with this? He is staring at me now; watching me salivate over sock headed cock. I reach my arms up and pull my dress over my head, throwing it on the counter next to the sink. Leaving my spiked heels on, I step towards him, I can see the head of his cock starting to poke out of the sleeve. I kneel in front of him and reach out grabbing for it. I pull it towards my mouth and kiss the tip slowly, letting my tongue explore this newfound pleasure. It has a slightly pungent, but pleasing odor to it, and as I roll the hood gently down with my fingers I pop the head into my mouth and begin sucking hard on the mushroom, while working his foreskin up and down his shaft. I am absolutely engrossed in it, and it has an odd, but not unpleasant taste to it. Like man musk, but more pungent and aromatic, and I am totally intoxicated by it. Working his shaft faster and lower I take his long fat dick into my mouth, and let it go down my gullet, letting it gag and choke me a little. He shifts a bit on the bowl, and puts a hand on my head, groaning in approval. And then he stiffened, pushing his cock further, deeper down my throat.

I wasn’t quite sure what to expect. I have read about. I have thought about. But, it was not something I was sure I would ever really want to try. Yet, I will admit that every time my husband takes a shit in the morning, while I am in the shower, I secretly love it, and will often linger in the odor for a few minutes before leaving the bathroom.

He stiffened, and let go a giant gassy fart, while forcing his cock deeper into my throat. Instinctively my hands grip his legs, trying to push back. I can feel it, starting hot and hard, in short spurts against the back of my throat. He is pissing, and I am doing my best to swallow, but with his long fat dick in the way, I can’t and instead begin to gag and pull away. His hand loosens a bit finally and I back off just long enough to swallow, breath and take him back in. My eyes are watering now, but I force myself back down onto it, sucking down hard. He lets out another big fart. It reverberates on the bowl and I can smell it now. It nearly gags me, nearly makes me puke, but I also feel my asshole pucker and my pussy begin to contract involuntarily. He shoves my mouth down again, jamming it on his cock, and another hot stream of piss shoots down my throat, ready this time I swallow it, and he begins shitting himself in the bowl. I am scared, and disgusted, and ashamed of myself, but I am loving every second of it, and as the stink hits me full in the face I push myself as far down on his cock as I can, taking him deep into my throat, and begin to violently heave and gag on it, until a large volume of saliva comes pouring out and I am nearly about to puke.

He pulls out of my mouth. I am on the verge of passing out, gasping for air. “You’re a nasty little bitch aren’t ya” he says in that delicious accent. He stands up and turns, leaning over the bowl with his dirty ass pointed at my face. “Wipe me clean whore” he commands. I hesitate, but its not the first or even second ass I have wiped an ass as a mom, and without a second thought grab a wad of toilet paper and clean him up good. Then, to prove to myself I am not afraid, I grab his cheeks, pull them apart and start licking his asshole, while working his head and shaft with both hands. I am in heaven, and he is pushing his ass back into my face, as I lick deeper and deeper tonguing his nasty hairy asshole. He buckles and stiffens and then begins cumming in huge spurts all over the back of the toilet. I pull his fat dick toward me, between his legs, and suck as much of his delicious cum down as I can. He pushes me back, complaining its to sensitive. I back off a bit, still on all fours. There is a literal puddle of my cum on the floor between my legs: I must have squirted again I think.

“Give us a moment love,” he says, handing me my dress and more or less pushing me out of the bathroom. “Really?” I’m thinking… “Now you want to be alone?”. A bit dejected I flop into the big chair at then end of the room and stare out the window a moment. Grabbing my clit, I start squeezing it again, harder now, more deliberate, trying to quiet the giant “WHAT THE FUCK!” refrain that keeps repeating in my head. Another few moments pass, and I hear the water running and the toilet flush, and I lay back and spread myself out a little, trying to look inviting. The door to the bathroom comes open and in hurried tones he quickly mutters something about “work” and “having to go” and “to feel free to use the room, the keys are on the bed” and with a sheepish glance backward of pure embarrassment, and croak of “sorry”, he scurries, the door shuts, and I am alone in a stranger’s hotel room.

“WHAT THE FUCK!!!!! SERIOUSLY??????” I am literally dumbfounded. I wander around the room a minute and flip on the TV. It is rather pristine, and I am pissed. I feel like breaking everything in it and making this English prick have to pay for it. Out of total frustration, I flop on the bed and pull out my secret phone and start checking for messages. No text still from Wembe, the big black boy from St Pat’s, even though he had promised to get back to me. I log onto Reddit. Wow, 30 new chat requests. I start going through them, one by one. “hi baby” and “where u from”. Now I am on the hunt for fresh meat. Slowly answers start coming back. Texas, California, St Louis, Europe, India, “FUCK!!!”, but then boom “Philly!” “Want to meet up?” I reply quickly. ”Are you for real?” he asks. “100 percent… I need someone to come fuck me, bring your friends” and I text him the address. “Room 323, when can you get here?” A long pause. I am literally pacing and furiously working my clit, rolling it between my thumb and forefinger. “Tonight? After 6? “…ugh. Totally fucking dejected, I throw the phone on the bed flop down and lay there, staring at the ceiling, in utter frustration. I look at my watch, its only 3:30. Hubs won’t be home till 5pm, but what can I do?

I text him. “Aunt Terry is getting worse. I think I am going to visit again, may be last chance.” And after a few minutes “K”. Ugh. Not sure what’s with that, so I text “If you and kids want to join lmk. I am going to head over around 5. Why don’t you guys order something. I will try to be home before 10 for bedtime” and after another few minutes “Okay baby, love you”. Phew, that’s a little better at least. Grabbing the keycard off the bed I head down to my car and pull it around back. From out of the trunk I pull my shopping bag with spare clothes in, and a brown paper bag left over from my grocery run earlier in the day. Heading back upstairs I quickly strip down, cut a few holes in the paper bag, with the pen knife I keep in my purse, so I can see. Today has been a bit of an embarrassment but I am not going to let it go to waste. Putting the bag over my head, I begin posing around the room in various seductive positions and post them to Reddit. “[F]40 Fat and horny, in need of anonymous cum dumps in SNJ” and submit! “That ought to do it” I think to myself. Immediately I begin actively refreshing my messages every few seconds. Finally, after what seems like forever, the barrage comes in. “I want in”, “Where u at”, “Is this for real?”. Like a machine, I am bouncing from message to message and indiscriminately responding to each. “Yes” “In *******, NJ” “Here’s the address” “Room 323, door will be open, I will be on all fours ready and waiting” “Cum fuck me anyway you like” “Yes you can use me however you like” “I am a cum-slut and a toilet-whore, do as you please”

Its like a feeding frenzy. I am responding to messages as fast as they are coming in, and the stream is seemingly unending. I have invited 20, maybe 30 random people. Several start in almost immediately making excuses or asking me to send a live pic on “Kik or Snap”. I haven’t got time for them. And then the first two “on my way“ messages come in, followed shortly after by one saying “On my way up now”. I am a little surprised how quickly he got here. I run to the door and pull it off the latch, putting the security latch in between so it holds open, I grab the bag, put it on my head, and turn with my back to the door, get down on all fours and stick my ass high up in the sky. Waiting, I can feel my pussy start to twitch and contract a little, I am breathing heavily: cum is once again gushing down my thighs.

The door squeaks open. My back is turned, and I am still not sure if I even want to see what is coming. Eyes closed I say “Come in baby… I’m ready” and give my ass a little wiggle. “Godddammm baby, you got a nice fat ass” answers a deep gruff voice. Seconds later I feel a big meaty paw grabbing my ass cheek, squeezing it and lifting it hard, like it’s the first one he has touched in a long time. Seeing that I am soaked he shoves a thick finger right up in me, and I grunt hard as he pushes deep inside me. “Fuck me daddy… fuck me” I squeal, tilting my hips further up and leaning down on my elbows, presenting myself to him. I am quivering with anticipation, and hear him fumbling, and realize he is going for a condom. “You can fuck me raw baby” I say in a sultry voice, wiggling my ass again, and suddenly he is on top of me. His big meaty paws peel my ass cheeks apart and he sinks his big fat bone home in my hot wet waiting puss. By now it is contracting and squeezes down hard on his cock head. He groans in approval and moans “You’ve got a damn tight cunt for a cum dumpster” and grabbing my hips in both hands proceeds to fuck me high and hard and deep like a machine, jackhammering into me. I can feel his big balls slapping my clit, which is absolutely amazing and pushing me over the edge, his large belly is pushing down on my ass, but he is thrusting hard and deep into my pulling me back hard onto his fat dick. I start to squeal and buck, and begin grunting again: deep, guttural, atavistic noises. I start making intentional pig noises between grunts… “Fuck me… fuck my fat piggy ass…. Oink … Ugnnnngg… Ooink Oink … Urrrrngggnng!!!“ His back arches, and he lets out a deep heavy groan. His hot load splashes up inside me, and he pulls out and jerking himself still, comes hard again all over my ass.

“More daddy… I need more” I insist, but before he can respond, there is a knock on the door. My heart leaps… “Were we too loud?” I think. I sit up a bit. Bag still on my head, cum dripping down my ass and out of my soaked pussy. “Answer it please. I invited others. Hope you don’t mind?” I whimper. “Hell no you filthy slut!” he says, almost with glee. “More’s the better” and I can hear him working the latch.

There is a commotion at the door. “Oh, ummmm, wrong room?“ I hear a young voice say, with snickering in the background. I catch the sound of the door being open wider, and the Jackhammer says “You sure boys? You’re welcome to come in!” There is another stir of commotion and what sounds like greetings. The door closes, and I hear at least 3 young voices saying things like “see I told you she was real” and “damn that’s a nice fat assss” and “Oh shit man, you already blasted in her?” I wiggle my ass a little, and its followed by almost cheers and “Awwww shit, let me get in there”. After a short uproar, and the apparent removal of clothes I feel first one, then two and eventually at least four pairs of hands on me; they grope and squeeze me, and I coo with delight, pushing into there grasps, writhing and humping the air a little in anticipation. “Damn man, this MILF is in heat, I bet we can all fuck her” and I feel a pair of hand gripping my face and pulling my mouth towards a cock. I latch on and begin sucking him, and I feel my ass being wiped down and then suddenly another dick is in me. Fucking me fast and hard, but like he has never fucked before and seconds later he is groaning and pulling out of me. But disappointed I don’t feel any cum.

The boy fucking my face starts jabbing his cock into my throat, and I lunge forward on it hungrily. Hands grab my arms, pulling them behind me, and a new thick meaty cock is pushing into me, bending me a little as he pulls back hard on my arms. Hands begin slapping and squeezing my ass, and more hands are pawing at my breast. I gag myself down hard on the cock in my mouth and start pushing back against the thick dick that’s in my hot wet box. Again, I am grunting, and squealing with pleasure. Deeper and more guttural now. My pussy begins to contract and my body starts to convulse.

“UUUUUUUUnnnnnnnngggggggggggggaaaaaaaah”

I let out a deep primal grunt, and start cumming uncontrollably, in seizure-like fits. My pussy starts to squeeze down, the muscles of my abdomen clench involuntarily and a massive squirt shoots out of me, covering the floor and the boy that’s fucking me. He blows his load deep inside me, and all his hot goo hitting my cervix makes it quiver and again I bear down and send another massive squirt shooting backward across the room. “Damn bro, this slut’s a squirter!!!!” “Look at that”

“UUUUUUUUnnnnnnnngggggggggggggaaaaaaaah”

I am shaking and squirming a little. I am drenched in sweat, and my mind is reeling. The wave after wave of ecstasy is like nothing I have experienced. I am only slightly aware that someone has just cum in my mouth, and I do my best not to lose a drop. I feel the Jackhammers big paws on my ass again, and now he is spitting on my asshole and trying to work his thick mushroom into it. I relax a little, and push out like a good girl, to let him in. His fat rod sinks itself deep in my fat ass, I can feel him stretching me out, I let out another deep guttural grunt.

“UUUUUUUUnnnnnnnngggggggggggggaaaaaaaah”

And begin pushing back into his fat dick hard as I can, taking it all into my tight shithole. He grips me around my pelvis, digging his hard, rough hands into me as he pulls me back and jams it in deep. I am rocking back hard into him with all I have in me. He reaches out and grabs a fist full of my hair in one hand and starts riding me like a bronco, pushing my head down, forcing my ass up, and my hips working to take each delicious thrust in deeper. His big balls are slapping against my wet pussy making the most delicious noise as he jackhammers my asshole.
“Goddamn that fat is tight. You are a perfect fucking cum dump.” He groans loudly.
“Yes Daddy!” I scream… “Fuck my big fat ass! Make me your whore. I am your little fuck hole, fill me up Dadddddy!!!! FILL !!! UNGGGG…. ME!!! UHHGGGGNNG….. UPPPPPPPP”

“UUUUUUUUnnnnnnnngggggggggggggaaaaaaaah”

I am squirting again and violently shaking, my thighs and knees are about to collapse. I feel like I am about to pass out. I can still feel that Jackhammer’s big cock throbbing in my ass and he is filling me up. Dazed, and dizzy, and sweating, but not wanting to stop, I try to steady myself as he empties the last batches of his goo on my ass. It’s hot and sticky and I can’t help but reach back to scoop a big handful off my cheeks and slurp it down. Sitting up I can see there are 4 figures in the room. Two are standing back with phones out in one hand and their dicks in the other. The jackhammer has stumbled off to sit on the bed. One of the three young boys is looking me over. He seems even younger than the other two, and completely nervous. I crawl seductively towards him, and then grab and fumble a moment with his jeans. Pulling them down vigorously, I expose his cock, which is rock hard, and poking up from a small soft tuft of light blond hair. Its not as small as I expected, and the head is becoming a deep purple. I wrap my lips around it in within seconds he is filling my mouthful. I greedily swallow at all. Turning back towards the two boys with their phones, I crawl towards them, and take turns stroking and sucking their cocks while they call me names, like filthy whore, and dirty cunt and fat slut. I am loving it. Every word. Ever moment. I am standing in a puddle of my own squirt, and cum and sweat, mixed in with their various loads, and ready to cum again as they both blow big sloppy loads all over my chest, and I dive down on each cock to suck up as much of their delicious young goo as I can. I am insatiable.
The jackhammer excuses himself to the bathroom, and then disappears out the door without another word. Bag still on my head, I look around at the three teens, and say “Well boys, who’s next?” They seem slightly dazed, and one asks if I mind if they smoke. “Sure loves, maybe I will join you” I say, thinking they mean a cigarette. Instead one of them produces a blunt, and they light up and start passing it around. I haven’t smoke pot since college, but the smell is overwhelming. When they offer it to me I take and give it a couple big puffs. I am lost for a moment in the long-forgotten euphoria of it. Sitting on the bed, I relax a moment, and check my watch. Only 5:45? Really? I stand up and take the bag off my head. Getting a clear view finally, I can see now that these really are teens, old enough to drive here alone, but not by much. I smile at them, they are all slightly stoned and all but one of them has put their cock away. After a lull I say, “who’s ready for round two?” and then “Anyone need to pee?” They all start shifting and nodding and I say playfully “Piss on me, right here on the bed. All of you. Stand over me and cover me in your piss. Make me drink it!!!”, and with that I spin round, lay on my back with my head leaning back over the edge of the bed and command them to take their cocks back out. Like obedient little servants they follow command and soon I am being covered in streams of hot piss. First one, then another start pissing in my face while the third continue to pee on my tits and belly. Unable to control myself I begin furiously masturbating. Squeezing my clit in one hand while fingering my pussy with the other, and all the while arching back, mouth open wide getting covered in urine. I cum again hard, convulsing in big violent motions. The piss storm comes to an end and I collapse back on the soaking wet bed and begin to roll myself in it. I am in seventh fucking heaven and not even sure why.

Climbing off the bed I can see all three are hard again, and I have the blond boy with the peach fuzz dick come round, and tell the older looking boy with the fatter cock to lay down. I squat over top of him, and push myself onto him, roughly. I can feel him squirm a little. All the piss on my pussy has dried me a little, but I tell him to squeeze my nipples, and seconds later my gush has started again, and I rock back down onto his nice fat dick and begin fucking him. Using my arm to wrangle him by his cute little teen ass, I pull peach fuzz towards my mouth, and before going down on him, I look back and the third boy, he has a long but thinner dick, and its hard and red and dripping a little already. He is watching my puckering asshole as I rock back on his friend cock. “Go ahead baby… stick that nice big dick in Momma’s fat ass” I say playfully. He practically leaps forward and nearly falls into me. As he sinks that long thin bone in my pucker shithole I can feel it rubbing inside against his friends fat dick, and riding back hard now against both of them pop peach fuzz into my mouth again, and using a gentle hand on his ass force his cock deeper and deeper into my throat.

All three are grunting and groaning, practically in unison, and I am riding them hard, grunting again like a pig. Thin dick cums first, blowing a giant load in my asshole and then pulling out and cumming all over my ass and my back and even in my hair. Fat boy thrust in deep one more time and cums deep and hard in my pussy. I begin gagging myself down hard as I can on peach fuzz and he too finally bust his nut all over my face and down my tits. Sitting up I begin scooping big handfuls of all that delicious jizz off my body and slurp it up. They are gathered around me now, two of them filming again, and I say “You boys want to watch something sick?” They start nodding and nudging each other. Without a word, I get up on the bed, look back at them, and say “Are you ready? Are you filming?” Nodding excitedly they watch in amazement and then slight horror, as I squat down and begin pushing all their various cums out of my pussy and into my hands to begin slurping up greedily off my fingers. Then as I grand finale, I squat down a little further, grab my knees, bare down, and push out a massive cum filled, steaming pile of shit all over the bedspread. “Ewwwwwwww.” They are yelling at me now, “Goddamn nasty bitch” “What the fuck!!” and with out much fanfare they grab the things and head for the door. Tired. Barely able to walk. With aching muscles and shaking knees, I climb down off the bed. Look at the giant mess, and head into the bathroom to wash up. Looking at my watch I see its barely past 8pm and decide I can still get home early, maybe even swing by to see Aunt Terry before heading home. I take one last look at the state of the room, decide I have made a sufficient enough statement for the piece of shit English prick who left me hanging, and head out the door. Out in the night air I can’t help but feel a rush and driving home my thoughts begin to drift towards the promises of tomorrow, and as I pull in the driveway I realize I am starting to get wet again. There is definitely something wrong with me.

Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/b5igdw/the_24hrs_of_cum_part_1_random_redditors