AN:
To preface, we like to fantasize about me being an all around cumslut. I left one morning, leaving traces of my perfume and he couldn’t help but write this short story masterpiece. It still turns me on when I read it. Please enjoy what gets me wet.
Written in 2nd person pov.
Story:
Do you know you probably could have been the neighborhood blow job slut? You were that good. Just imagine being such a cum dumpster back in school. Just imagine, some boy you don’t even know just has a boner that won’t go away. He notices you staring at it, hungering for the sweet taste of dick taking residence between those supple red lips of yours. He knows who you are, asks you to meet him in the bathroom. “I got five dollars, meet me here.” You are enticed and decide why the fuck not.
Class is over and you head to the bathroom he set up to meet you at. You make it inside and see him waving you into the stall. “You ready?” He asks. You nod in anticipation.
He unzips his pants and pulls out a decently sized cock, ready for service. You are amazed yet pleased. You are hungry and eager. You begin by holding the shaft in your hand, raising the knob to your mouth. You open wide, “This is it.” It breaches your lips and immediately taste such a sweet piece of meat.
Your mind releases, you are no longer in control. You are on autopilot and you are thrusting in and out, in and out. You hear him moan. He calls you what you are, “Slut, fucking slut, oh my god.”
After four minutes of bobbing your head back and forth, back and forth, you feel it. It starts to quiver. You need this, you need his cum.
He jerks your head off and starts rubbing his shaft. “Oh my god,” you think, “He is gonna paint my face with his cum.” You eagerly cock your head to the side, ready for its grace on your face.
He moans in release, and you feel it. A warm milky material just covering your face. You moan in pleasure that you just got another load in your slutty career here. You let it sit for a second to just admire your dick sucking skills, your achievements.
He opens the door, “She’s ready for you.” Another boy walks in.
“What the fuck?” You ask. As you are about to complain, he swings out a ten and says, “Keep the cum on you, it suits you. I last longer, this is for your time.”
You take a moment to consider, and wonder. “Are there any more of you out there?” He embarrassingly says, “At least three more guys are willing to pay you.”
You stay kneeled for a few seconds. “What the fuck why not,” you exclaim. He unzips. You find yourself staring at his chocolate colored cock. In almost impatient anticipation you open and the cock pierces your lips. Another one going down.
He moans, “Fucking whore.”
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/myejme/my_husband_sent_me_a_fucking_sexy_story