The Thing is … Everything Can be Cleaned [mf] [facefuck] [spit] [anal] [rimming] [facial]

My boyfriend fucked me really hard last night. The kind of hard where you know you’re gonna wake up with a sore pussy. And wake up with a sore pussy, I did. He rolled on top of me, already erect.

“Nooo,” I moaned with a giggle. “I’m so sore down there. I’ll give you head, though!”

He flopped onto his back, his boner at full attention. I laughed.

“That wasn’t a hard fight,” I said.

“I love your blowjobs. You give the best head I’ve ever gotten.”

“Aw, babe,” I said, spitting into the palm of my hand and stroking him gently. “That’s the nicest thing you’ve said to me all morning.”

“It’s the only thing I’ve said to you all morning,” he said with a chuckle.

I stroked his cock as he moaned. He ran his hand through my hair and onto my shoulder, massaging me while I jerked him off.

“What’s something you want to try?” I asked.

“Uh, well …”

“Uh-oh,” I said with a smirk. “It’s gonna be gross, isn’t it?”

I wasn’t opposed to gross, like some women. I had a friend once who was the most vanilla girl you’ve ever known. Even though she took birth control, she insisted her partners wear a condom. Not because of the risk of STIs, but because of the mess. She hated cum. She didn’t want it inside of her, dripping down her thighs when she scurried to the toilet. She didn’t want it on her body. It was sticky. It looked gross when it dried on your skin. She didn’t want to swallow it, either.

When I got my first golden shower from a previous fuck friend, I told her. She recoiled with disgust.

“You. Let. Him. URINATE ON YOU?!” She screamed, loud enough for all the neighbors to hear.

“I mean, it’s just piss. The thing is … everything can be cleaned.”

That was sort of my approach. Some people were just so uptight. So when I asked my boyfriend what he wanted to do and he hesitated, I told him what I told my vanilla friend.

“Babe. Everything can be cleaned.”

“Hah,” he said. “Well. I’ve always liked those porno videos where the guy has the woman’s head dangle off the edge of the bed. And –”

“Yeah, babe! Let’s do it,” I said.

“Really?” He said.

I grabbed the large bottle of water I keep by my nightstand and started chugging.

“Right now?” He said with a huge smile on his face.

“Uh-huh,” I said as cold water dripped out of my mouth and onto my breasts. My nipples got rock hard.

“Holy shit!” He said, jumping to his knees. “Really? Oh my god.”

“Babe,” I said laughing. “You’re so cute.”

‘It’s just … sorry, I don’t mean to talk about past partners –”

“No, please do. It turns me on,” I said. And it was the truth. I wanted to hear every single detail.

“Well, I was dating this girl for like … six months. Things were good, in bed. But not wild. Not like they are with you. She wasn’t really … open minded, you know? I’ve got … sort of like … a list. A wish list, I guess.”

“You do?” I said, sitting up on my knees. “Can I be your unicorn? Break that list out. Let me see. Every week we can try something new.”

“Are you serious?” He asked. He looked like he was going to cry.

“I’m serious,” I said. His cock was throbbing.

“Uh … yeah. Yeah, it’s like … a Google Doc. I’ll share it with you.”

I gulped down my water.

“How are you like this?” He asked.

“The thing is, everyone is so prudish. Watery puke? Gross. It’ll get in my hair. Okay and you know what? Shampoo will clean it out. Cumshots? On my face? Gross! It’ll be sticky! Okay and you knoww hat? Soap will clean your skin. Stop being such a bitch,” I said laughing. “I hate that shit. Everything can be cleaned. So why not try it? It’s not like you’re permanently altering my body or anything. Soap. Shampoo. Jesus CHRIST.”

He was nodding. Clearly, I struck a cord.

“I’ll get off my soap box,” I said. “But the other thing is: People say it’s dehumanizing. Not always. Not if that’s not why you like it. I mean, if you have a dehumanizing kink, but that’s just in the bedroom, and outside of that kink, you’re like an absolute gentleman, then yeah. Let’s do it. Make me your toilet. Call me a useless whore. As long as like, you don’t really feel that way about women. I’m in. But also: Some people just like trying new things and pushing comfort levels. And for me, my cunt gets wet when a guy responds like … well, like you do. Pleasing you is my goal.”

He gulped. I could tell this guy was falling for me. And that was okay, because I was falling for him, too.

“Anyway,” I said, drinking the last little bit of water. “I’m going to throw a few towels on the floor underneath my head and then we can get to having some fun.”

He nodded as I rushed to the linen closet. I returned, placed the towels on the floor and assumed the position.

“Is this how you want me?” I asked, my head dangling off the edge of the bed.

“Yeah,” he said. His heart was racing. He was so anxious. It was so cute.

“If … I mean I know the whole thing is like, it’s supposed to be messy and whatever, but if you have to –”

“Pump away. Use me. I’m your toy. If it gets too hard or I can’t breath, I’ll slap your thigh.”

He nodded. He stood up and walked around. He was anxious.

“So … is … is this okay?”

He stepped forward and I opened my mouth. He eased his cock in. Slowly. He had a nice cock. The perfect length and thickness for deep throating. He started to pump slowly. A lot of women complain that they have a gag reflex. They wish they could deep throat with ease. Not me. I like having a little gag reflex. I like the sloppy kind of blowjobs my boyfriend wanted.

He was about to have his world rocked.

“Mmm-hmm,” I moaned. I held my hand up and gave him the “pull forward” signal.

“Faster?” He asked.

“Mmm,” I moaned with his cock down my throat.

He started to pump. It didn’t take long for thick waves of watery slime to rush out of my face. I had a mirror on the floor that was strategically placed for sex. I could see myself in the reflection. And honestly. It turned me on to watch him.

I could see his asshole. I could see his balls swinging between his muscular thighs. He pumped. I gagged and retched. My hands started to squirm.

He stopped.

“Are you okay?”

“I’ll tap your thigh if it’s too hard. Otherwise. Don’t stop. You don’t need to ask if I’m okay. Wreck my face,” I said.

I couldn’t see him, but I could feel him smile. He started to pick up the pace, pumping. Pulling his shaft almost entirely out of my mouth and then PLUNGING it back down.

“GAAAUGGGH!” I groaned. Saliva poured out, splashing over my face and running down my face and into my hair.

“Fuck,” he grunted as he throated me harder. “This feels so good.”

My cunt soaked. I reached between my legs, fingering my gushy wet cunt. Rubbing my clit. He pumped harder. He treated my throat like he treated my pussy from the night before. He fucked harder than I’ve ever been throat fucked.

Wave after wave of watery puke flowed over my face. I blew it out of my nose. Snot dangled all over me. I watched myself in the reflection, masturbating to my wrecked face, my drenched hair.

“Mmmm,” I moaned as I rubbed my clit.

He rammed me. He pulled out just as a waterfall of watery liquid splashed out of my mouth and soaked his asshole and balls. My saliva dripped and ran down his thighs.

“Let me eat your ass,” I begged.

He squatted down over my mouth. I put my tongue on his saliva coated asshole and slurped and licked and tongued him. He groaned as he masturbated. I continued to rub my clit.

“Your tongue feels so good,” he groaned. He slipped his cock back down my throat, pumping. I gagged and retched. My stomach lurched, my legs tensed up and got squirrelly.

“Yes,” he grunted. “Make yourself cum.”

I moaned harder as he pounded my throat with his cock. My face was wrecked. Completely wet. Totally drenched. My hair was sticky and wet. He was relentless. He was jackhammering my throat. I puked up another wave of water all over my face. He didn’t stop. The liquid gushed out around his cock. The deeper he pushed, the closer I got to cumming.

“Mmmm!” I moaned.

“Cum for me!” He shouted.

He yanked his cock from my throat just in time for me to yell out, “Oh baby I’m cummingggg!” I writhed all over the bed, moaning. He squatted. Message received. I ate his asshole. He stopped for a second to open the nightstand on his side of the bed, where the toys were kept. He pulled out a small dildo and lubed it up.

“Put this up your ass,” he commanded.

I reached up, not able to see. He placed the lubed up dildo in my hand. I scooped up a bunch of saliva from my face and rubbed it over my asshole. The toy slid right inside. I toyed my ass while I ate his. He rotated between his cock in my mouth, his balls in my mouth, my tongue on his asshole for quite a while. I continued to spit up all over the place.

“Flip over. Face the mirror,” he barked.

He moved to the other side of the bed, bottle of lube in his hand, although his cock was so slathered in saliva, he probably didn’t need it. I slicked my saliva coated hair back. I looked at myself in the mirror. My eyes were bloodshot. My face was coated in saliva.

He toyed my asshole a little more with the dildo, pulled it out and pressed his cock to my slutty hole.

“AH” I moaned with pleasure. He started slow, fucking my asshole with just the tip of his cock.

“Deeper,” I moaned. My eyes were running. It felt so good. I loved his cock in my ass. “You’re destroying all of my holes.”

His cock throbbed when I said that.

“Throat yourself with this,” he said, handing me the dildo that had been up my ass.

I took the dildo and put it in my mouth, sliding it into my throat while he fucked my ass from behind.

“Deeper,” I begged.

He pushed himself all the way inside of me.

“Yessss,” I groaned.

“Look how hot you are,” he grunted. “My little whore.”

I nodded.

“I’m your whore,” I said, sucking on the toy.

“On your knees!” He barked.

I crawled onto the floor, resting in the puddle of thick saliva that covered the towels. He stood over me and masturbated.

“Cum on my face,” I moaned.

He stroked himself. He pumped his cock down my throat one more time for good measure. More saliva poured out and over my tits.

“Yessss,” he groaned. “So dirty.”

“Cum all over me,” I moaned. I put the dildo back in my mouth. “My asshole tastes so good.”

He stepped forward and pumped, emptying himself all over my face. My face was wrecked. Totally drenched.

“Oh fuuuuck,” I groaned as I felt his sperm shoot over me.

“Fuuuuck,” he moaned as his legs trembled.

“That was amazing,” I whispered.

“You liked it?” he asked.

“I loved it,” I said.

He took a seat on the edge of the bed and caught his breath.

“I’ll be back,” I said. “I’m gonna take a quick shower. And when I come out, I’ll be as good as new.”

I winked.

“Wait,” he said. “We need to document this.”

He grabbed his cell from the dresser and took a series of photos of me. I looked exhausted and totally wrecked in the best way possible. And I was definitely going to masturbate again in the shower knowing that he’d be looking at those photos later.

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