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I’ve been a cum slut since I was eighteen. It’s hard for me to reach orgasm without a cock in my mouth. I’m addicted to cum. I eat it, sometimes more than twice a day. I dream about it. I’ve taken cum showers. Is there a twelve-step program for cum sluts? I’ll bet there is. The trouble with that is, I actually like being a cum slut. When there’s cum on my face, there’s usually a smile there as well. And vice-versa. I wasn’t always a cum slut. I started as an innocent virgin, like everyone else. But that pretty much changed when I had my first orgasm. I stayed a virgin for a while after that, but I wasn’t really innocent anymore. In fact, I was well on my way to being a cum-loving cock sucker. I just didn’t know it. But I’m getting ahead of myself. Here’s why I think that first orgasm was so important: it’s like the main difference between guys and gals. Guys are pretty much all the same, as far as getting them off is concerned—sure, there are differences, but they can almost all watch some porn, spit in their hand, and have a perfectly good orgasm. Whereas women are all different. Some of us can get off using our fingers; others just can’t. Some need something inside—a finger for one, but a cock for another, and only a vibrator for a third—and some women can’t get off if there’s, like, anything inside them at all. Some of us can’t cum while we’re fucking, others only cum when we’re being fucked. And on and on. Why are we all so different? I have a theory: it has to do with our first orgasm, and that depends a lot on how we discover our sex. I think most guys discover it pretty much the same way. Whoop. There it is, right in front of you. One day it’s suddenly bigger than normal and it feels funny. Next thing you know, you’re cleaning it and it goes off! When a guy starts showering every day without being asked, it’s pretty much a sure deal that he’s discovered The Orgasm. But a woman’s sex is hidden, even from her. Usually she starts having “feelings” without knowing where they’re coming from, you know? So she tries this or that, usually false starts and blind alleys at first, sometimes for a long time. Until one day, hopefully, she discovers what It Does for her. And that’s how I discovered my inner cum slut. So anyway,

Fredrick_Udele · Fantasi
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31 Chs

CHAPTER 13

"Your very existence offends me, Chaz. But don't worry; tonight it's a pleasure. For you, if you like, and, say, six or twelve of your brothers."

Chaz licked his suddenly dry lips and looked at me speculatively. "So many?" he asked, getting excited. "She's so… little."

Twylla grinned. "Little and tight and mine, to do with as I please. Tonight, a little humiliation is on the menu. She's going to strip naked and play with herself in front of you all, then I'm going to eat her cunt, while the lot of you take turns fucking her in the mouth. Jack off on her if you want. Cum on her face, her sweet little tits. Hell, give a cum shower. I'll have her wanting it. She'll be begging to suck your dicks dry and lick them clean."

Chaz was practically shaking. I smiled to myself. Guys. So predictable, in some ways. "Yes," he answered. "Yes, absolutely. Come upstairs. The Blue Room, I think. Yes, definitely. I'll gather the flock." He hesitated. "Would you like a drink?" he asked with hooded eyes.

Twylla laughed in his face. "Do I look stupid, Chaz?"

"No. No, definitely not. Crazy and dangerous, yes, but stupid? No." He admired her leather-clad figure. "And may I say, very sexy tonight?"

"You may. Tonight and every night. Enjoy the sights, but don't get carried away. If a little cum splashes off pussy here and lands on my leather, she'll lick it off. But if one of your brothers deliberately shoots his spunk on me, I'll have his testicles in my mouth. And he won't like it."

"Well," said Chaz, "I think we've established the ground rules for our little soiree." He gestured upstairs, and eyed me with undisguised lust. "Let the fun begin."

The so-called Blue Room was large, heavily curtained, and not blue. It was flooded with dim red light and long black shadows from a single, bare, scarlet bulb. Chaz excused himself and left me alone with Twylla.

She shook a black silk blindfold from her jacket and tied it around my eyes. I instantly felt more vulnerable, more dependent on her, and more sexually aroused.

She fastened a leather collar around my neck. She unbuttoned my blouse and put small clips on my nipples. They didn't hurt, but they stimulated me almost too much. This was intended as humiliation, but I wasn't humiliated. I was exhilarated. She put her hands inside my blouse and ran them over my breasts and belly. We started making out, her tongue again aggressively taking possession of my mouth, her hands occasionally tugging gently on my nipple clips, dragging me toward the border between extreme pleasure and mild pain.

I was completely in her hands. She could change the rules at any time and I would be helpless. She could do anything to me. Anything at all. She squeezed my crotch and I almost came. This was making me so hot.

There was a gradually building rustle and murmur in the room as Twylla kissed, licked, and bit me everywhere from my blindfolded face to my belly button, paying special attention to my mouth and breasts. Then she took the blindfold off. Men ringed the room, tall and sexual in the red light, casting long, dark shadows.

There were more than a dozen men in the room, all of them young, most of them muscular, proud, and even attractive. All had visible bulges, and some were squeezing their cocks through their pants. A few already had them out and were stroking them, slowly, in anticipation of a long night's pleasure. My mouth started to water. Their faces began to recede from my vision, into a haze. I saw only a ring of tall red cocks casting black shadows.

Twylla pulled my blouse off, dropping it on the floor, and held up my naked tits, complete with nipple clamps, to the shadowy ring of aroused cocks. "This delicious little thing is Pussy," she said. "But you can't have Pussy's pussy. It's mine. She wants to give her cunt to me, in front of all of you. Don't you, pussy?"

"Yes," I answered, my natural shyness showing. A predatory murmur ran through the room.

"Say it."

"I want, I want you to fuck me. Make me cum. In front of these men." I fought with my fear.

"And what would you like the men to do, pussy?"

"I want them to line up," my voice was shaking. My throat was dry. Had I really asked for, demanded, this? "And f-fuck my mouth."

"And what will you do?"

"Suck. Suck them off. I'll give them all the best b-blowjobs. Make them cum. In my mouth."

"And?"

"And swallow their cum," I declared, my voice firming. "All of it." The bulges around the room were swelling into thick rods now. More cocks were coming out. More hands stroking them. The musty smell was becoming the odor of rutting males.

"And if they don't want to cum in your mouth?"

"They can cum on my face, on my tits, in my hair. All over me."

"CAN, pussy? Only CAN cum on you?"

"I want them to. I want them to cum on me."

"Beg for it."

"Please. Oh please let me suck you. Let me turn you on and get you off with my lips and tongue. Please, yes, stroke your dicks and shower me with your warm cum. It will make me so hot to have you jack off on me. I'll cum and cum, if I can only suck your long, beautiful cocks. I'll worship them with my mouth."

There. I had made my confession. My inner cum slut had spoken. I could feel the beat of male sexual response pulsing all around me.

"Very pretty. Now strip."

I carelessly kicked my shoes off, stepped out of my pants, then dropped my panties, letting them fall. I kicked them aside. I was naked, in front of all these men, these cocks. My knees were shaking. This was so different from an anonymous glory hole. I was so much more exposed. My heart was pounding. I felt like I was going to pass out, and at the same time like I was building to a shattering climax. Everything balanced on a knife's edge.

My inner cum slut was coming out of the darkness, at least into the shadows. I was still hiding behind the pretext of being forced to do this, instead of reveling in it, but it wasn't entirely a pretext. Twylla was making me do this, albeit at my urging. This would be painfully humiliating, or it would be glorious.

"On your knees, pussy. Spread your lips and play with yourself while you suck a man's cock for us. I'll take your cunt when you're wet and I'm ready. Now, who's first?"