Cum from one cock isn’t enough [MF]

That’s why I was crouched in front of the door across the hall at 2 am, rubbing myself as my neighbors took turns fucking me throat. They had my phone too, using an app that connected with the vibrator humming in my pussy.

They knew the rules. It was oral only. A blowjob. Sometimes a hand job. One apiece usually, but if they could get it up again quickly, I was always down for more. But that would be it. No matter how much they wanted to, they couldn’t touch me anywhere else. No matter how much I begged.

I was on my knees, jerking one off as I slobbered over the other. I didn’t even know their names. I moved in last week after sucking off the landlord, and these two smiled at me. They’d eye fucked me, and then I was kissing the two of them. Stroking their cocks through their pants and promising them a wicked night if they’d agree.

Their cocks were glorious things too. Large and vibrant. With neatly trimmed hairs. They always washed thoroughly for me. I loved licking their balls. I kissed their thighs. My moans echoed down the hall.

I liked pretending the vibrator inside me was one of them as I forced the other down my throat till my face turned red and their fingers were pulling my hair.

Sometimes one of them would get greedy. He’d reach down and grope my breasts. It wasn’t his fault I didn’t wear a bra. And a succubus’ tits were nothing if not irresistible. He’d squeeze my nipple and thrust his cock down my throat harder while I jerked the other off.

A part of me wished they’d push me down on the hallway and mount me. Fuck me into the tiles till I was screaming like the whore I wanted to be.

“You’re a little feisty tonight,” one of them said with a laugh as I spat out his cock and slipped up the spittle. I laughed, looking up at the two of them. I didn’t bother wiping my lips as I grabbed the other one and began jerking him off. I licked his balls like a good little slut and jerked him over my face as his partner upped the vibration. I sucked his balls into my mouth, muffling my moan as tears slid down my face.

The sound I made must have been particularly enthusiastic because both of them laughed. I felt my cheeks turned bright red again, and I spit him out. Gasping for breath. The other one presented his cock again, still glistening from my saliva. And they like that we carried on. I went from one cock to the other. They passed my phone back and forth. Each on upping the intensity ever so slightly.

I moaned. I pouted. I whimpered and choked. Wishing I could slide a finger inside my pussy and present my juices to their lips. To let them have a taste of the madness brewing within me.

But I knew if my juices entered their bloodstream, there would be no going back. Their eyes would dilate. Their cocks would surge with energy. And the chemistry of their brains would completely alter.

They would be reduced to one singular life purpose: to fuck the dear life out of my pussy and pump me full of as much cum as they possibly could. Every single last drop they’d have to offer until their bodies lay lifeless and still.

And I would accept. How could I not? Willing mortal men. Vibrant and virile. Eager. I would accept on my knees. I would accept on all fours. I’d be their perfect little whore for hours and hours and hours. You’d be surprised how long man can last when his inhibitions are shut off. When the signals of exhaustion are replaced with the claws of need.

So I had to control myself. I didn’t want to find another place to live. Not again. I couldn’t leave any more bodies behind or those detectives would come knocking on my door again.

But I needed the cum. My body crawled with the aching. I would wake up in the middle of the night in a feverish state, shaking and desperate and cumming and cumming with my fingertips. Squirting all over the walls and the windows.

That’s why I was glad to have these neighbors this time. That’s why I was glad they agreed to my rule. Oral only. And I would only serve them. And I would swallow. This might be the best compromise for my condition. To see whether or not I could live off just swallowing their cum.

It might get dangerous. I might lose control and invite them into my bedroom. Or they might think themselves too powerful and claim me against my will. That’s happened before.

If I could just keep swallowing, maybe I won’t need to feed again. Their cum could stifle the cravings. Stave off the need. Let me breathe easily for a few hours. For a night.

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I bolted the doors as soon as I returned to my apartment. My juices running down my legs. The vibrator still going. My head still aching. I was swishing their cum through my teeth, trying to make it last.

My phone trembled in my hands as I shut off the vibrator and reenabled the notifications.

Several missed texts and calls. From tinder dates. From my landlord. From hundreds of other men. Something about my face made them want me. Made them want to protect me, own me, claim me. But if only they knew how much I craved them in return.

I sank to the floor, leaning against the door. I spat the cum into my hands and pressed my palm to my pussy. Don’t do this. Don’t.

But I couldn’t help it. The cum seeped into my pussy. And I shuddered, cumming again. Softly. Quietly. In the dark. The mark on my belly lit up, and crimson energy filled my [apartment](https://www.reddit.com/r/yeseniafaye/).

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