In my early 20s I was scraping by on some odd jobs and hanging out a lot with my neighbor Liz who also kept irregular hours. She worked in a sketchy neighborhood so I’d pick her up from work if our schedules aligned. At first she was a little vague about what she actually did for work before eventually revealing she was a dominatrix. I soon met a couple of her colleagues, Monica and Taylor, and we’d all occasionally get a drink or two. I thought this was the coolest thing. I’m not into cross-dressing or cock+ball torture or trampling or most of what they talked about, but it was still fascinating to hear their discussions.
Within a few weeks, Monica and Taylor asked me to drive them to outcalls. They paid ok for my time and I got a kick out of their shoptalk. Shortly after that began, Liz told me that another girl, Jill, wanted to know if I’d drive her to an outcall. She’d gone out with us maybe once, but I barely knew her at all. I thought something was up. “She doesn’t know anyone else with a car to take her?” Liz reminded me it was money. Good point.
Jill and I talked the next day and sorted out details. The outcall was the following afternoon. She was waiting outside in a t-shirt and jeans with a small suitcase when I rolled up. Not exactly the look I expected. We made small talk in the car, but she was mostly quiet and I felt like a chauffeur. When she returned to the car after the session, though, she looked like a dominatrix – short black leather dress and knee-high boots. As soon as we drove away, she pulled off the boots and unwound. She was a lot more relaxed and chatty than on the drive out. At a lull in our conversation, I asked a question that I was curious about.
This is how I remember it:
Me: “Hey, I’ve heard Liz call you ‘Scoop’ a couple times. What’s that all about?”
Her: “She didn’t tell you?”
Me: “No…”
Her: “We were talking about cum and I said if a guy cums on me I scoop it up with my hand.” [motions scooping her chest and bringing it to her mouth] “They ran with the nickname.”
Me: “It’s crazy the conversations you girls have.”
Her: “Liz started it. She told us you cum a lot. Like, a lot.”
Me: “Wait, what?!”
Liz and I had hooked up a couple times, but I was surprised she brought it up. I didn’t think I busted more than an average guy and certainly not enough to talk about. But there we were. Jill must’ve taken my look of surprise as a look of embarrassment and encouragingly said “That’s a good thing.” That set her off and she went on about how much she loved a big cumshot and how disappointing it was when a guy dribbled out a piddly amount.
The more she talked, the more I figured Liz was onto something and that I did cum a lot. And I suddenly couldn’t get out of my head someone really appreciating my cum. I’d never heard anyone talk about it passionately like Jill. So a couple blocks from her apartment, I asked if all this talk about it made her want to see me cum. She thought about it for a moment and then said yes.
But once we stepped into her apartment, two things crossed my mind: 1) I just put a lot of pressure on myself. I hadn’t got off in several days, so I was feeling confident. But still, things happen. 2) Were we hooking up, or was I just jerking off as entertainment?
So I asked. She laughed and replied something to the effect of she’d help out a little, but she wanted to see it shoot. She told me to stand next to the bed while she pulled off her dress and sat down. Seeing her just casually get undressed was a good way to start helping.
She undid my pants and mostly worked my cock with one hand while fingering herself with the other. The anticipation and excitement over the last few blocks had really turned me on and I was hard right away. There was a lot of handplay and she licked it quite a bit. A couple times she took my cock in her mouth, sort of like teasing me with what she was capable of. It helped that she seemed to be thoroughly enjoying it. I let her know when I felt close and she stopped to lean back on her elbows. I stood over her and stroked my cock aiming for her tits. She watched intently. And then I blasted – hit her chin, sprayed her tits, milked out what I could on her stomach. And she loved it. She giggled with excitement and sat there with a big grin surveying the landscape. Just as advertised, she then scooped it up and licked it from her hand. And I don’t think I’d ever been more turned on immediately after getting off than right then.
I had to ask. “Is that what you expected?” She then said some complimentary things and left the door open for doing it again sometime.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/nk54du/mf_cumloving_dominatrix_was_not_disappointed