Blackmail 31 – Weekend End (F, blackmail, fiction)

The rest of my remaining weekend pretty much zoomed by as my *admirer* did his damndest to stretch out my insides with nothing but his cum.

I almost felt like he was pumping his cum in me to see if I would turn into a Twinkie or something.

But each time he pumped another load in me the moment his cock left my orifice I pretty much leaked his cum until he was ready to try again.

I spent the rest of Saturday night either on my knees, on my back or on my stomach as no hole was off limits.

*If* I were still doing porn at **my** rates not only did my *admirer* get his money worth out of my body but now I think he owed me back pay for how often he used me.

Each time he unloaded his cum in me I was pretty much a panting goo of a female as the overload of orgasms pretty much robbed me of any energy to do anything other than be in autopilot.

By the end of the night I was pretty sure my *admirer* had unloaded so much cum he could probably impregnate every single female in the senior class at my school.

Is it bad that I wished my body didn’t leak anything out?

I mean seriously feeling that warmth just invade your insides and firing off another orgasm was such a rush that it was completely indescribable.

I just wished I could keep his cum in me as a reminder of my weekend that was quickly dwindling away.

I mean up until this point my *admirer* had gone out of his way to embarrass me that I was jaded at my actual feelings that the rest of my night was just me being used.

Is it bad I was secretly disappointed that he didn’t find another way to embarrass me in public?

I mean yes I was relieved that I didn’t have to go out in the hotel naked…..again. I was relieved that we stayed in the hotel ALL night long.

So why was I so disappointed that he didn’t?

I mean yes it was a rush as my heart beated so hard that it threatened it was going to beat out of my chest.

Yet it made my pussy juice so hard that it reminded me of all the adult conventions I had taken part in.

All the guys looking at you not having to imagine what you looked like naked instead they imagined what you would do in *their* bed as I was already out in the open naked was a ***rush***.

God I just a depraved girl with many *many* issues.

Issues I had *thought* I had come to terms with and *believed* I could be happy being away from my porn life with no regrets other than only doing it here and there for nothing more than money.

Yet here I was yearning that I never left as the lines in my life were becoming blurred.

By the end of the night as Miles rolled off me for the final time after pumping the last of his cum into me I was left in a state that was unrecognizable.

My hair was beyond fucked up and drenched with my sweat, his sweat, and god knows how much cum he sprayed in it.

Whatever makeup I wore was gone as I pretty sure I had a mask of cum that will never dry.

My stomach was nearly full.

My ass probably was 70% cum.

And I’m pretty sure my *admirer* had impregnated me with a cum baby.

I laid there knowing that there wasn’t a sieve out there that wasn’t leaking more than me.

Hell I’m pretty sure if I farted cum would come out.

Not that I wanted any of his cum to come out of me as I was slowly turning into a cum slut.

Still I was grateful that when he finally rolled off me to sleep I could finally let my brain synapses return to their normal state as the onslaught of orgasms pretty much destroyed my mind and recked my body.

I’m pretty sure with all the sex and orgasms I had burned a magnitude of calories that I’ll never eat in a single day. Hell I’m sure with the amount of sex I had a body builder would burn all the calories they in took for the day to maintain their muscles.

If I remember correctly, now that I was beginning to think again, that a typical body builder consumes an average of over 10,000 calories or more.

Hell if I remember from that an article that iron man competitors eat on average 20,000 calories or more.

With the amount of sex I had today I’m pretty sure I’d burn those 20,000 calories.

Hell the calories in cum wasn’t enough to sustain me as I’m sure my empty stomach would digest the cum as it hit….until he unloaded more than one shot down my throat.

Just the level of debauchery this man used me it was just wrong….and right.

If I had any strength left I would try to crawl to the bathroom just to wash everything off me as I knew if I let it dry I was fucked….and not in the good way.

Just the shower maintenance alone to get dried cum out of my hair was going to be a bitch. And that’s not counting the scrubbing I would have to do just to get all the dried cum out of my pores.

And that’s if I can unstick myself from the sheets as it dries and turns as effective as super glue.

By the end of the night when my tormentor was done stretching out every orifice on my body that could accept his impressive cock I was too weak to do anything but fall asleep.

By Sunday morning my *admirer* gave me one last fuck before I was *allowed* to shower and actually put more in my stomach other than cum as actual food graced my stomach.

I didn’t care and was actually pissed as the food was gluten free low calorie nonsense.

Then my *admirer* gave me on last goodbye as he shot one last shot into my pussy.

I left the hotel and did the walk of shame into the same limo that brought me here.

As I sat there in the limo and the distance grew between me and my *admirer* I sat there thinking of my weekend.

I had been fucked multiple times. Had a literal metric fuck ton of cum sprayed on me, feed me, in my bowels, and in my pussy.

My only *gift* from my *admirer* was around my neck and slowly dripping out of me.

I sat there with a smile while my fingers played with my necklace.

My only thought was *I can’t wait to see my admirer again*.

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