I adore making men cum because of me [FM]

Everyone gets to a point where their job isn’t all pink and wonderful but you have those few things that you enjoy and your workplace can always provide. For a slut like me the workplace is a hotel room most of the time and one magic moment would be when my clients cum and I really enjoy knowing that I was the reason for it. I am after all a cum loving slut that reacts to a dick cumming like a child going to Disneyland. When in the mood, I won’t mind that the man I’m fucking could only last 10 seconds, just shoot towards me! I also don’t mind because I’m making money regardless of how much he can last.

One recent happy memory I have with one of my current regulars and one of my favorite men of all time. John is a serious man and one used to be in powerful positions in life and at his job. My love for him starts with his attitude towards what we are doing. I like how he is the first client that makes the difference between Anna the person and Anna the slut. He usually invites me and we spend some time talking before we get to work. So peaceful and so nice!

He called me one morning before 9 and asked what I was doing and If I could come to him as he will be busy later on. After explaining my situation he invited me to have coffee at his place with no dress code, just to arrive as fast as I can because he will need to be somewhere. I was wearing a white t-shirt and some short gray pants. I made the effort to grab a pair of panties but not at random as I knew that he most liked white lingerie on me.

I drove to his place, rang the doorbell and was casually invited. He put the water to boil. I sat on a chair in his kitchen, looking at the window at the trees and listening to the bird. I was still sleepy but I would wake up from the talk and the coffee. We discussed recent news after he explained what coffee we were serving. It was some fancier shit that your regular hypermarket stuff but I really don’t care.

He looked at the clock and asked me to go to the bedroom and undress. He is straight forward like that, part of what I like about him. I went there and undressed and remained in my panties. I was folding my clothes when he came and immediately started telling me that he was going to met with a friend that he knew from that place and they went there when they were young and that and so on…he was naked by the way. Undressed in the bathroom.

John is a man in his 60s, most likely approaching his 70s. He is a pretty tall man and generally fit but with the common fat that comes with age in most men. I stood up as he started to play and suck on my breasts for a bit then I was told to take off my panties and lay down. He began licking the Cave of Wet desires and even entered with a few fingers and that lasted a few minutes until his phone rang. We stopped, visibly displeased for the interruption and went to check the phone. Making an angry sound he came back with a condom and excused himself that we won’t be able to spend much more time. It followed some missionary as usual while I stood there while he was thrusting, looking away, concentrating hard as usual because his medium sized dick is not paired with much endurance and he is (VERY) unpleased with this fact.

The phone rang a couple of times during this and that just annoyed him more, mostly breaking his focus. He sweared, pulled out, rubbed a bit and stuck it back in when he came filling the condom up. He then went to the phone and made a call, explaining that he will arrive and other little things.

I stood there, laying on my back, needing more dick and taking in the fact that it was over and that my job can offer such unsatisfying moments. I stared at his dick, at the cum filled condom and I felt a bit warm, glad that I was the reason that liquid came out! I forgot that I wanted more and focused on being proud of what my vagina could do (as strange that might sound) and how much this whole between my legs has offered me. I was happy with my position in life (pun not intended!)

He asked for the price and I offered him a lower one in exchange that we will invite me again for coffee and with the condition that I take his condom. He agreed and I pulled it off his dick and being a good girl and bending over to suck clean his cock. I really wanted more. My acceptance was for this situation, ok, but I started to think about more cum and more dick. I finished the knot as he came back with the money and he went to dress up as I did the same. I said goodbye to him and closed the door behind me.

I went all the way to my car with the condom in my hand. I really didn’t care. I was a woman with a condom full of cum and with hard nipples obvious through my t-shirt. Would some one come and fuck me!?!

No. There was no one. Everyone was at work. The street was empty. Nothing more than myself and the birds in the trees. I took my car and parked a few streets away in a secluded place and masturbated a bit but it wasn’t what I wanted. I had the condom on my steering wheel and I just started at while my mouth was dripping for more. I screamed from frustration and I just stopped. I put the condom in my glovebox and drove away.

I think this is long enough and captures the main story. I did more that day but I better tell it in another post. Thank you for reading!

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/8skdrk/i_adore_making_men_cum_because_of_me_fm