[MF] “Really dude? Just cum in my mouth…”

I’m not gonna’ lie, I was a nervous wreck. I hadn’t scored a date in months and Michelle was one hell of a catch.

She was about 5’5, long brown hair, brown eyes, and curvy in all the right spots. It was tough to say what were her best features. She could have a great personality: spontaneous, feisty and a jokester. But sometimes she came off as a little arrogant or rude.

As for me, I was a pretty shy guy and average looking. I never did anything out of the norm and avoided stepping on any toes at all cost. That’s why I was surprised she had invited me for drinks on Valentines.

When I got to the pub, she had already been drinking a bit, and was feeling pretty loosey-goosey.

She was wearing a blue dress with a white shirt underneath, black leggings, and her hair was up in a pony-tail. I was wearing jeans, a black dress shirt and my usual New York Yankees hat.

It didn’t take long for us to broach the subject of relationships and sex. Unlike me, Michelle had a ton of experience in that field. Flings, boyfriends, hook-ups, you name it. She mentioned how she had hit a string of shitty dates recently and how they were just not into foreplay. She was a bit of a boaster, and frequently mentioned her oral skills.

When she asked me what I thought about foreplay, I admitted rather timidly “I haven’t had much luck with that”.

“When’s the last time you had a blowjob?” she asked bluntly.

I felt embarrassed, but told her the truth as smoothly as possible “Probably a year and ahalf, two years ago?”

There was a look of genuine shock across her face.

“Well, that kinda sucks for you” she said finishing her beer.

“Actually, not at all.” I quickly responded.

We both laughed and ordered a last round of beers.

When the drinks arrived, my beer had a bunch of foam near the top. I tried drinking it but had to wait it out.

“Well, at least you’ve got a bunch of head now” she joked.

I couldn’t help but notice, she had brought up this subject several times now. Naturally, I began to picture her in the act, and I could feel myself starting to get a little hard.

A few minutes went by, and our beers were done. I checked the time and saw that I had missed my last bus to go home. I thought about ordering a taxi, but Michelle offered me to crash at her place down the street. I joyfully obliged.

When we got to her place, the first thing I saw was her collection of MLB Blue Jays gear hanging on the wall. I sat on her couch and stared at it for a bit, until Michelle pointed at my hat and quipped:

“1 BJ is better than 5 Yanks”

Again, we both laughed. At this point I was beginning to suspect she was hinting at something. Thanks to a little bit of liquid courage from earlier, I remarked:

“You’ve been bringing up blowjobs all night”

Michelle sat to my right on the couch and just responded non-nonchalantly “I guess I just wanna’ suck dick”.

She turned towards me and smiled, her eyes in a drunken haze. Was this actually happening? Was she hinting about this all night because she wanted to give ME a blowjob?

I just sat there stunned with no response. Feeling an awkwardness creep up, I knew I needed to say something.

“Oh… cool…?”

Her eyes widened in that sort of disbelief look, uninspired by my no-flirt skills.

“No wonder it’s been 2 years. You suck at flirting” she said, shaking her head.

Another awkward silent moment passed before I continued tripping over myself.

“I know. I’m not sure what’s even going on here.”

Michelle let out a frustrated sigh and put her hand and on my right knee. She leaned in closer to my face, her breath smelling of beer.

“Do you want to feel the inside of my mouth, or not?” She asked casually.

She didn’t have to ask me twice, we immediately started making out. I started caressing her whole body, and her hands went straight to massaging my crotch. When I went to reach between her legs, she stopped my hand and pulled away.

“That time of the month. Out of order tonight.”

She however, continued on. Michelle slowly unbuttoned my jeans, pulling my zipper down, exposing my Marvel boxers, and my evidently erect member. She pushed against my chest, forcing me to sit back on the couch.

“What about this? Is this in working order?” she asked, grabbing my member still hiding behind my boxers.

I left out a soft sigh. She was practically giving me a hand job through my boxers. I could feel myself leaking, leaving wet sticky stains of pre-cum on my boxer.

Michelle then removed her hand and bent her face down, nuzzling my member, kissing it and then full on licking the pre-cum stain bulge. I let out a big sigh of relief.

“Yep. Tastes like it’s working.” she giggled “2 years, you said?”

“Almost, yeah” I mustered.

She slid her hand down my boxers and cupped my balls, gently fondling them.

“Drought time’s over, time to open the flood gates”.

Her talking and touch sent me shivers, I couldn’t believe my eyes. She was actually insisting on making me cum.

I looked around confusingly for napkins or a kleenex.

“Do you have any… kleenex? For when I…”

Michelle looked up at me, shooting me a weird look and shook her head again.

“Really dude? Just cum in my mouth…”

I moaned at those words, and she quickly yanked my member out and rolled the foreskin back. She was laying down sideways to my right, her legs now on her couch. My dick was firmly in her hand pointing straight up, begging for attention. She looked up with a confident look.

“Consider yourself lucky that I’m a little drunk, on my period and really horny”.

She quickly put me in her mouth, bobbing and slobbering away the top part of my dick. I could feel her hard breathing as her tongue flopped and mopped around, drooling her saliva around, trails quickly leaking down the side of my shaft.

This time I moaned louder and longer, this feeling was amazing. She got my whole groin tingling, making me involuntarily buck my hips.

I had pictured Michelle bobbing her head on my shaft earlier, but this was something else.

“I’m going to bust so hard” I groaned.

“Oh yeah?” she muffled, my head half in her mouth “Splatt all over my mouth?”

Picturing my cum, I had always thought of it as kinda nasty. I usually had these huge loads that left this goopy whitish liquid, emitting a strong musky odor. Sometimes, if it was a particularly larger load, it could get messy and sticky everywhere. I always had to be careful. Imagining myself unleashing that mess in her mouth and letting her deal with it really turned me on.

I rested my hand on her head, grabbing the base of her pony-tail. In that moment she switched it up, and jacked my dick with her mouth, letting out loud suction and mushy sounds echoing in her living room over my moaning and panting.

“I’m going to nut all over those taste buds” I said confidently, feeling empowered by the situation. “Claim your entire mouth”.

Michelle responded with a vibrant “Mmmm”, seemingly relishing in the idea. She pulled her mouth off, panting and still jacking off my member.

“Oh yeah. Claim that shit. Copyright stamp my mouth, with your nut, forever.” she barked “Turn my mouth into your cumrag”.

My adrenaline was through the roof. It felt surreal. Here was this cute babe, practically begging for me to ejaculate my sperm in her mouth, no strings attached. This filthy wad would have normally ended up gooping and drying in some tissue on the side of my bed, but now it was destined to glaze Michelle’s tongue, gums, tonsils and teeth, conquering her mouth with each spray.

“Go faster” I ordered, my hand still resting on her rapidly bobbing head, slowly gripping her pony-tail harder and harder.

The build up was intense, she had picked up the pace and it was doing all kinds of sloppy noises with my dick half in her mouth, moaning away, causing my base and pubes to be soaked in a pool of saliva. A warm, fuzzy feeling slowly tensed through my body. I knew I was going to explode soon.

Almost a minute later, my nerves were on fire, I could feel every feature of her moist mouth, rapidly sliding up and down my shaft. Michelle let a last stretched out “Mmmm”, and then I reached the pinnacle of pleasure.

I felt a rush travel from my balls to my head, shooting out abruptly with force. Her “Mmm” was suddenly cut off and replaced with a pretty big retch and a little glob of cum leaked and escaped the corner of her mouth. Her eyebrows frowned. I held her pony-tail as she continuously thrusted her mouth up and down my shaft by herself, making an unmistakable grimace as torrent after torrent of semen flooded her mouth. Little chokes and cough escaped her mouth.

A pungent smell of bleach, chlorine and musk reached my nostrils. I quickly understood why she was doing that face.

During her whole ordeal, I was letting out screams of pleasure. Her neighbors definitely heard me as I came hard.

“Uughhh cumrag!” I muffled while in the middle of the orgasm, borrowing the term she had used earlier. My shyness clearly sweeping away.

Eventually my head got super sensitive, and I pulled her pony-tail up to let her know to slow down. Her face was still frowning from the copious amount that was splooging in her mouth.

When she stopped, I was still panting and leaking cum into her mouth. She stayed there for a few moments, withstanding the overflow.

“That…” I breathed heavily, holding up her pony-tail like if I was using some kind of tool “…is one big load”.

She popped her mouth off my completely soaked member and lifted her upper body up and sat back beside me. I could see that she had a mouthful and was trying to compose herself. She did a last cringe and gulped, allowing her to open her mouth and breathe.

A white glob still remained near the corner of her mouth down to her chin. Her breath no longer smelled of beer but reeked of my freshly spewed seminal fluids.

“Holy fuck” Michelle panted “I wasn’t expecting that. Your shit is gross”.

I was kinda’ taken aback and just shrugged, knowing I had done nothing wrong.

“You didn’t even warn me!” she carped.

I don’t know what she was on about.

This hot chick had insisted on me cumming in her mouth, and now she was grumbling about it. Either way, she had left me with a new sense of confidence.

“Obviously you bit off more than you could chew. I asked for a kleenex and you told me to cum in your mouth instead” I said assertively “So I did”.

Michelle shook her head and gave me another one of those looks.

“Look at Mr. Big boy, compensating for his little guy” she scuffed “Fuck, you taste bad…”

I looked down at my semi-erect member, still sticking out from my boxers and glistening in her spit. I thought that was a little uncalled for, especially that I have a pretty normal 5-6 inch guy. This girl was actually talking shit to me despite having my dick exploding in her mouth a minute earlier.

“You know…” I began, tucking my wet member back behind my boxers “…You talk a lot of smack for someone who let me, how did you say? ‘Turn your mouth into my cumrag'”.

I knew that was a little harsh, but her attitude was getting to me. The atmosphere was quickly turning sour. Michelle leaned away from me, surprised at the attitude I was giving back to her. I felt a pang of guilt, and tried making up for it.

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said that. I just don’t understand why you had to say those rude comments” I said.

I thought this was a good way to make up. Instead, she retorted back mockingly:

“Aww, did I hurt your wittle feelings about your wittle guy? You’re such a wuss. I can say whatever the fuck I want, this is MY home.”

For half a second, I felt angry. But then I noticed my glob of sperm still stretching from the corner of her mouth down to her chin. The sight instantly made me chuckle, as I knew I had the upper-hand here no matter what. The shy, timid guy who had entered her apartment was long gone.

“Sure, this might be your home. But that…” I said, pointing to her mouth “…is MY mouth. Claimed it about 2 minutes ago.”

“You wish” she snapped back “No one’s ever going to blow your little dick again”.

I stood up from the couch, zipping up my jeans “Whatever you say. Can’t change the past though”.

Michelle’s surprised gaze turned into a scowl.

“I think it’s time for you to leave” she said.

I walked towards the door and starting putting on my shoes. When I was done I looked back towards the couch, Michelle still scowling at me.

“Well… Thanks for the blowjob I guess? Sorry your sour attitude had to destroy the mood” I said.

“Sorry your little dick and shitty cum ruined the mood” she responded, still defiant “Don’t let the door hit your ass on the way out!”

I was half way through the door when I turned back, sticking my head back in.

“By the way, you still have a little bit of ‘copyright stamp'” I said pointing at my chin, again recycling her terminology “Right here”.

The last thing I saw was her wiping it off and looking at her hand, making another frown. The door closed.

I ended up calling that taxi after all.

Without a doubt, this was the oddest ending to a sexual experience I’ve ever had. A couple of days went by before I received an apologetic text from her, claiming it was the booze doing the talking. I apologized as well and left it at that.

I’ve only seen her a couple of times since, and haven’t seen her in over 2 years. But I’ll always remember her as the one who tried talking shit to me after asking me to “copyright stamp” her mouth and turn it into my “cumrag”

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/lug0rk/mf_really_dude_just_cum_in_my_mouth