Her Cum-Filled Fantasy

In the city’s heart, tucked away in an elegant, dimly lit penthouse. By day, she was a paragon of corporate virtue, but by night, she indulged in her deepest, most taboo fantasies. Tonight was the night she had been planning for months—a night dedicated to her ultimate desire: to be a cum slut, to push her boundaries, and to indulge in the messy, creamy pleasures she craved.

Eva had hired five; each handpicked for their unique qualities and willingness to explore her fantasies. She meticulously planned every detail, from the soft lighting to the array of touts on the bed. The men were instructed to arrive at specific intervals, building the anticipation and intensity of the night.

The Warm-Up

The first to arrive was Lucas, a tall, lean man with a mischievous grin. He was the warm-up, the one who would set the tone for the evening. Eva greeted him at the door, her silk robe brushing against her naked skin. She led him to the living room, where a bottle of chilled champagne awaited.

“So, Lucas,” Eva purred, handing him a glass, “are you ready to start the night off right?”

Lucas smiled, his eyes glinting with excitement, Eva. What do you have in mind?”

Eva leaned in, her breath hot on his ear. “I want you to use your mouth. Everywhere.”

Lucas set his glass down and wasted no time. He started with her neck, his lips and tongue tracing a path down to her collarbone. His hands slipped the silk robe off her shoulders, letting it pool at her feet. Eva’s breath hitched as Lucas’s mouth found her nipple, his tongue swirling around the hardening bud.

He moved lower, his hands exploring every inch of her skin. When he reached her pussy, he took his time, his tongue delving into her folds, tasting her arousal. Eva moaned, her hips grinding against his mouth. Lucas slipped a finger inside her, his tongue focusing on her clit. He brought her to the edge, her body trembling with eed before he pulled back.

“Not yet,” he teased, his fingers glistening with her wetness. “We have all night, remember?”

The Main Event

The next to arrive were Marco and Alex, a duo known for their stamina and eagerness to please. They entered the room to find Eva sprawled on the bed, her body still flushed from Lucaaattentionco, the more dominant of the two, who took charge immediately.

“On your knees, Eva,” he commanded, his voice deep and authoritative. Eva complied, her eyes gleaming with excitement. Marco stood before her, his cock hard and ready. Eva took it in her mouth, her tongue swirling around the tip. Behind her, Alex positioned himself, his cock pressing against her wet pussy.

Marco groaned as Eva took him deeper, her mouth working him expertly. Alex slid into her, his hips moving in a steady rhythm. The room filled with the sounds of their pleasure, Eva’s moans muffled by Marco’s cock. Marco tangled his fingers in her hair, guiding her movements, while Alex gripped her hips, his thrusts growing faster and harder.

Eva felt the first rush of warmth as Alex came, his cock pulsing inside her. He pulled out, his cum dripping down her thighs, as Marco took his place. Marco lifted her onto the bed, spreading her legs wide. He slid into her, his cock coated in Alex’s cum. Eva gasped at the sensation, her body welcoming the slick, messy invasion. Marco fucked her hard, his body glistening with sweat. Eva urged him on, her nails digging into his back.

“More,” she demanded, her body writhing beneath him. “Give me more, Marco.”

Marco obliged, and his thrusts grew more intense. Eva felt another orgasm building, her body tensing as Marco groaned, his cock pulsing as he came. He pulled out, his cum adding to the mess between her thighs. Eva reached down, her fingers playing in the sticky wetness, a smile of satisfaction on her lips.

As Marco and A step back, Eva sees the next two men entering the room. Damien and Oliver were known for their endurance and ability to push boundaries. They approached the bed, their eyes taking in the sight of Eva, her body covered in cum, her face flushed with desirWithwith his dark hair and piercing blue ey-Damien es, was the first to touch her. He ran his fingers through the cum on her thighs, his eyes never leaving hers. “You’re a mess, Eva,” he murmured, his voice low and husky. “But we’re just getting started.”

Oliver, fair-haired and muscular, joined him. They positioned themselves on either side of her, their cocks standing tall and proud. Eva took one in each hand, her fingers slick with cum. She stroked them, her eyes locked on theirs, a wicked smile on her lips.

“You want more cum, Eva?” Damien asked, his voice a low growl.

“Yes,” Eva hissed, her body aching with need. “Give it to me. All of it.”

Damien and Oliver exchanged a look, a silent agreement passing between them. They moved in unison, their cocks pressing against her, seeking entrance. Eva gasped as Damien slid into her pussy, his cock pushing the cum deeper inside her. Oliver positioned himself at her ass, his cock pressing against the tight entrance.

Eva moaned as Oliver slid in, the sensation of being filled, of being stretched, overwhelming her. They moved in sync, their cocks sliding in and out, the wet sounds of their fucking filling the room. Eva’s body was a mess of cum and sweat, her skin slick and shining. She reached down, her fingers playing in the wetness, her body trembling with pleasure.

The men were relentless, their thrusts growing more profound and more complex. Eva felt her body tensing, her muscles clenching around them as she came. Her orgasm triggered theirs, their cocks pulsing as they filled her, their cum mixing inside her. They pulled out, their cum dripping from her, adding to the mess on the bed.

But the night was far from over. Eva, her body coated in cum, her hair disheveled, looked up at the men, a wicked gleam in her eyes. “Who’s next?” she purred, her voice hoarse with desire.

Lucas, who had been watching from the sidelines, stepped forward. His cock was hard, ready for more. He approached the bed, his eyes taking in the sight of Eva, her body a canvas of cum and desire. He ran his fingers through the mess, his eyes never leaving hers. “You’re incredible Eva smiled, her body still trembling with need. “And you’re just what I need,” she replied, her voice a sultry whisper.

Lucas took his time, his fingers exploring her body, tracing patterns in the cum that coated her skin. He dipped his head, his tongue followeth fingers pathken. Eva gasped, her body arching into his touch. He tasted her, his tongue licking the cum from her skin, his mouth sucking on her flesh.

He moved lower, his tongue delving into her pussy, tasting the mix of her arousal and the cum of the other men. Eva moaned, her hips grinding against his mouth. Lucas slid a finger inside her, his tongue focusing on her clit. He brought her to the edge again, her body trembling with need. But this time, he didn’t pull back. He pushed her over the edge, her body convulsing as she came, her screams of pleasure filling the room.

As Eva rode out her orgasm, Lucas positioned himself between her thighs. He slid into her, his cock pushing the cum deeper inside her. He fucked her hard, his body glistening with sweat and cum. Eva urged him on, her nails digging into his back, her body welcoming the invasion.

Marco and Alex, their cocks hard again, joined them. They stood on either side of Eva, their cocks pressing against her lips. Eva took them eagerly, her mouth working them, her tongue swirling around their tips. The room filled with the sounds of their pleasure, the wet slaps of Lucas’s cock as he fucked her, the soft moans of Marco and Alex as Eva sucked them.

The men were relentless, their bodies moving in sync, their cocks filling her, using her. Eva was a mess of cum and sweat, her body a vessel for their pleasure. She reveled in it, her body aching with need, her mind consumed by desire.

Damien and Oliver, their cocks hard again, watched from the sidelines. They stroked themselves, their eyes locked on the scene before them. As Lucas, Marco, and Alex filled Eva again, their cocks pulsing, their cum adding to the mess, Damien and Oliver approached.

They stood over Eva, their cocks pressing against her breasts. Eva looked up at them, her eyes gleaming with excitement. She took their cocks in her hands, her fingers slick with cum. She stroked them, her eyes locked on theirs, a wicked smile on her lips.

“You want to come on me, don’t you?” Eva purred, her voice hoarse with desire.

Damien groaned, his cock pulsing in her hand. “Yes,” he hissed, his body tensing.

“Then do it,” Eva commanded, her voice firm. “Come on me. Cover me in your cum.”

The men needed no further encouragement. They stroked themselves, their cocks pulsing as they came, their cum coating Eva’s breasts, her stomach, her face. She reveled in it, her body covered in their cum, her skin slick and shining.

As the men pulled back, Eva looked down at her body. She was a mess, her skin coated in cum, her pussy dripping with it. She ran her fingers through the cum, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction. She had pushed her boundaries and indulged in her taboo desires, and it had been everything she had hoped for.

But the night wasn’t over yet. Eva looked up at the men, her eyes gleaming with desire. “Who’s ready for r? round As Eva’s eyes met the gazes of the men around her, she saw a mix of awe, lust, and renewed excitement. The air was thick with the scent of sex, the room a testament to the debauchery that had taken place. But Eva wanted more. Tried to push herself to the absolute limit, to drown in the pleasure and filth of her desires.

Lucas, his cock already hardening again, stepped forward. “I’m ready if you are,” he said, a wicked grin on his face.

Eva smiled back, her body already anticipating the pleasure. “I’m more than ready,” she purred.

Lucas approached the bed, his eyes taking in the sight of Eva, her body glistening with cum, her face flushed with desire. He ran his fingers through the mess on her skin, his cock twitching at the sight of her. He positioned himself between her thighs, his cock pressing against her pussy.

But Eva had other plans. She sat up, her hand wrapping around his cock. “I want you in my mouth this time,” she said, her voice a sultry command.

Lucas complied, his cock sliding into her mouth. Eva took him deep, her tongue working him, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked. The taste of him, the feel of him, sent waves of pleasure coursing through her body. She reached down, her fingers finding her clit, her body aching with need.

Marco and Alex, their cocks hard again, joined them. They stood on either side of Eva, their cocks pressing against her. Eva took them in her hands, her fingers slick with cum. She stroked them, her mouth working Lucas, her body a vessel for their pleasure.

Damien and Oliver, not wanting to be left out, approached the bed. They stood over Eva, their cocks pressing against her breasts. Eva looked up at them, her eyes gleaming with excitement. She took their cocks in her hands, her fingers slick with cum. She stroked them, her mouth and hands working in unison, her body aching with need.

The room filled with the sounds of their pleasure, the wet slaps of Eva’s mouth as she sucked them, the soft moans of the men as she stroked them. Eva was a mess of cum and sweat, her body a testament to her desires. She reveled in it, her body aching with need, her mind consumed by pleasure.

The men were relentless, their bodies moving in sync, their cocks filling her, using her. Eva took it all, her body welcoming the invasion, her mind consumed by the pleasure. She felt her body tensing, her muscles clenching as she came, her screams of pleasure muffled by the cock in her mouth.

Her orgasm triggered theirs. The men came, their cocks pulsing, their cum filling her mouth, coating her skin, dripping from her body. Eva took it all, her body a mess of cum, her skin slick and shining.

As the men pulled back, Eva looked down at her body. She was a sight to behold, her skin coated in cum, her pussy dripping with it. She ran her fingers through the cum, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction. She had pushed her boundaries indulged in her taboo desires, and it had been everything she had hoped for and more.

But as she looked at the men, their cocks still hard, their eyes still gleaming with desire, she knew the night was far from over. She smiled, her body already anticipating the pleasure to come. As Eva lay there, her body a landscape of sticky, glistening cum, she felt a surge of euphoria. This was her fantasy, her ultimate desire, and she was far from done. She looked at the men, their bodies ready and willing, and she knew she wanted more. She wanted to be pushed to the brink, to be used and filled until she couldn’t take anymore.

“More,” she whispered, her voice hoarse with desire. “I want more.”

The men exchanged glances, a silent agreement passing between them. They were ready to give her everything she wanted and more.

Damien approached her first, his cock hard and ready. He knelt beside her, his hands running over her cum-slicked body. “You want more cum, Eva?” he asked, his voice a low growl.

Eva nodded, her eyes gleaming with anticipation. “Yes,” she hissed. “I want it all. I want to drown in it.”

Damien smiled, his hands gripping her hips. He flipped her onto her stomach, his cock pressing against her ass. Eva gasped, her body tensing as he slid into her, his cock pushing the cum deeper inside her. He fucked her hard, his body slapping against hers, the sound of their skin meeting filling the room.

Oliver joined him, his cock pressing against her pussy. He slid into her, his cock coated in the cum of the other men. Eva moaned, her body stretching to accommodate them both. They moved in sync, their cocks sliding in and out, the sensation of being filled, of bepushedched, overwhelming her.

Marco and Alex positioned themselves in front of her, their cocks pressing against her lips. Eva took them eagerly, her mouth working them, her tongue swirling around their tips. The taste of them, the feel of them, sent waves of pleasure coursing through her bodWatchinghing from the sidelinLucas es, stroked himself, his eyes locked on the scene before him. He approached the bed, his cock hard and ready. He stood over Eva, his cock pressing against her breasts. Eva took him in her hand, her fingers slick with cum. She stroked him, her body a vessel for their pleasure.

The room was a symphony of sounds, the wet slaps of their bodies meeting, the soft moans of pleasure, the harsh breaths of anticipation. Eva was a mess of cum and sweat, her body a testament to her desires. She reveled in it, her body aching with need, her mind consumed by pleasure.

The men were relentless, their bodies moving in sync, their cocks filling her, using her. Eva took it all, her body welcoming the invasion, her mind consumed by the pleasure. She felt her body tensing, her muscles clenching as she came, her screams of pleasure muffled by the cocks in her mouth.

Her orgasm triggered theirs. The men came, their cocks pulsing, their cum filling her, coating her skin, dripping from her body. Eva took it all, her body a mess of cum, her skin slick and shining.

As the men pulled back, Eva rolled onto her back, her body covered in a thick layer of cum. She ran her fingers through it, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction. But she wanted more. Tried to push herself to the limit, to see how much she could take.

“More,” she whispered, her voice a soft plea. “I want more cum. I want to bathe in it.”

The men looked at her, their eyes wide with surprise. Tonight was going to be amazing!

Cum Hungry Coeds: A Night of Insatiable Appetites

Alright, gather ’round, you curious little deviants. I’ve got a story for you that’s dripping with debauchery, stuffed with sin, and overflowing with bodily fluids. It’s a tale of competition, camaraderie, and copious amounts of cum. So, buck, le up, and let’s dive into the sordid world of Cum Hungry Coeds A secret society of sorts had formed in

In the prestigious halls of St. Sperma’s University. This wasn’t your average study group; they were the communists, a collective of insatiable college girls dedicated to the pursuit of pleasure and the swallowing of semen. Their motto? “From each according to his ability, to each according to her thirsty five roommates formed the groupmates: Becca, the blonde bombshell with a mouth like a vacuum; Lila, the sultry brunette with a tongue like a serpent; Sasha, the fiery redhead with a throat of steel; Mimi, the petite Asian with a swallow so soft it was like a pillow; and Ana, the busty Latina was so insatiable it was like a black hole.

One fateful beer, Becca proposed a challenge over pizza and beer: Who could swallow the most loads in a single night? The winner would be crowned the Cum Queen and have her name engraved on their sacred trophy, the Cum Chalice. The gauntlet was thrown, and the girls were ready to deepthroat the competition.

The rules were simple: 1) No hands allowt’s mouth and throat only. 2) No con; they wanted the real deal. 3) No leaving the CA; this was a local event. 4) And most importantly, no or no pay – if they threw up, they turned to zero.

The clock struck nine, and the games began.

Becca started her night at the jock house. She knew the football team would be primed and ready after a hard day’s training. She strutted in, dressed in a tiny cheerleading outfit, her blonde pigtails bouncing with each step. “Alright, boys,” she announced, “who needs a little post-workout protein?”

The room fell silent as the guys looked at each other, grins spreading across their faces. Becca dropped to her knees, unzipping the first pair of pants she saw. She was a woman on a mission and wasn’t leaving until she’d drained every last drop from the room.

Meanwhile, Lilhad set up shop in the library. She figured she’d go for quality over quantity, targeting the study group of philosophy majors. Word in a tight pencil skirt and a low-cut blouse, her glasses perched on her nose. She bent over a table, pretending to look for a book, her ass sticking out just so.

It wasn’t long before one of the guys came over to help. She thanked him, her hand brushing against his crotch as she took the book. “You know,” she said, “I’ve always found philosophers to be… quite stimulating.” And with that, she was on her knees, her mouth full of philosophical debate.

Sasha decided to hit the music department. She was a sucker for musicians, and the idea of making them sing her praises while she swallowed their loads was too tempting to resist. She dressed in a tight band t-shirt and ripped jeans, her red hair cascading down her back like a waterfall of fire.

She found a group of guys jamming in a practice room, their instruments wailing and their hormones raging. Sasha leaned against the doorframe, her arms crossed under her breasts, pushing them up into tantalizing mounds. “Mind if I join the band?” she asked, her tongue running over her lips.

The guys exchanged glances, their eyes wide with surprise and excitement. Sasha smirked, knowing she had them right where she wanted. She dropped to her knees, her hands behind her back as she took the first guitarist’s cock into her mouth. Her head bobbed in time with the music, her throat opening wide to take him deep. She moaned, the vibrations sending shivers through his body. One down, three to go.

Across campus, Mimi was visiting the computer science lab. She figured geeks were an untapped resource, their virgin loads the ultimate prize. She was dressed in a skimpy maid outfit, her black hair tied up in cat and rs, her eyes lined with thick, black eyeliner. She carried a feather duster, her heels clicking on the linoleum floor as she strutted in.

“Who needs a little cleaning?” she asked, scanning the crowd of guys hunched over their keyboards. A chorus of chairs rolling back and zippers being undone answered her. She giggled, dropped to her knees, and crawled over to the first in line.

Her small hands worked quickly, freeing his cock from his pants. She looked up at him, her big eyes innocent and eager. Her tongue darted out, licking the tip like a kitten lapping at milk. He groaned, his hips jerking slightly. Mimi smiled, taking him deeper, her head bobbing as she sucked him wh a steady, rhythmic pressure.

Ana, meanwhile, decided to go straight to the source: the campus bar. She knew the bartenders were always up for a good time, and she was eager to tap the keg, so to speak. She sauntered in, her curves poured into a tight black dress, her cleavage on full display. She leaned over the bar, giving the bartender an eyeful.

“What can I get for you tonight?” he asked, his eyes glued to her tits. Ana smiled, her finger tracing the edge of her glass. “I’m looking for something… creamy,” she said, her voice a low purr. “Something that goes down smooth and leaves a nice, warm feeling in my belly.”

The bartender grinned, his eyes meeting hers. “I think I’ve got just the thing,” he said, his hand reaching down to himself. Ana licked her lips, her eyes flicking to the growing bulge in his pants. “I’m sure you do,” she replied, her voice dripping with anticipation.

Back at the jock house, Becca was making quick work of the football team. She had already swallowed three loads, her belly warming with each gulp. She moved from one cock to the next, her mouth and throat working in perfect harmony. She was a machine, a finely tuned instrument of pleasure, and she wasn’t about to let up anytime soon.

She took the fourth cock into her mouth, her head bobbing as she worked him deep into her throat. Her nose pressed against his pubic, and her lips stretched wide around his shaft. She hummed, the vibrations sending shivers through his body. He groaned, his hips jerking as he came, his cum shooting straight down her throat. She swallowed, her eyes watering as she pulled back, a string of cum connecting her lips to his cock. She licked her lips, savoring the taste as she moved on to the next.

Lila, in the library, was taking her time, savoring each cock like a fine wine. She had swallowed two loads so far, her belly pleasantly warm. She was on her knees, her mouth full of a third cock, her head bobbing slowly as she took him deep. Her tongue swirled around his shaft, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked. He groaned, his hands tangling in her hair as he fucked her mouth, his hips moving in time with her.

She looked up at him, her eyes locking with his as she took him deeper, her nose pressing against his pubic bone. He groaned, his cock pulsing as he came, his cum shooting straight down her throat. She swallowed, her eyes never leaving his as she pulled back, a satisfied smile on her lips.

Sasha, in the music room, was putting on a show. She had swallowed four loads, her belly full and warm. She was on her knees, her mouth and throat working in tandem as she took the fifth cock deep. Her head bobbed in time with the music, her body swaying as she moved. She was a symphony of sucking, her moans harmonizing with the instruments.

She took him deeper, her nose pressing against his pubic bone, her lips stretched wide around his shaft. He groaned, his hips jerking as he came, his cum shooting straight down her throat. She swallowed, her eyes rolling back as she pulled away, a string of cum connecting her lips to his cock. She licked her lips, her tongue swiping at the remnants as she moved on to the next.

Mimi, in the computer lab, was a whirlwind of sucking and swallowing. She had already taken down five guys, her belly sloshing with cum. She was on her knees, her small hands working quickly as she freed the sixth cock from his pants. She looked up at him, her big eyes innocent and eager as she took him into her mouth.

Her head bobbed, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked. Her tongue swirled around his shaft, her moans vibrating against his skin. He groaned, his hips jerking as he came, his cum shooting straight down her throat. She swallowed, her eyes watering as she pulled back, a satisfied smile on her lips.

Ana, at the bar, was living up to her insatiable reputation. She had swallowed six loads, her belly distended and warm. She was on her knees, her mouth full of the seventh cock, her head bobbing as she took him deep. Her tongue worked overtime, her moans vibrating against his skin. He groaned, his hips jerking as he came, his cum shooting straight down her throat. She swallowed, her eyes rolling back as she pulled away, a string of cum connecting her lips to his cock.

As the night wore on, the girls showed no signs of slowing down. Becca had moved on to the basketball team, her mouth and throat working tirelessly as she swallowed load after load. Lila had found a group of poetry majors, their sensitive souls pouring their hearts out as she sucked them dry. Sasha was in the theater department, her audience growing as word spread of her talents. Mimi had taken over the science lab, her little maid out starkly contrasting the sterile environment. Ana, meanwhile, had turned the bar into a nal buffet, a line of eager participants waiting for their turn.

Becca was a sight to behold, her blonde pigtails drenched in sweat, her mascara running down her cheeks. She was on her knees, her face a mess of cum and smeared lipstick. She had lost count of how many loads she had swallowed, her belly sloshing with each movement. She looked up at the next in line, her eyes glazed but determined as she took his cock into her mouth. Her head bobbed, her throat working as she swallowed him deep.

The basketball player groaned, his hips moving in time with her. He looked down, his eyes meeting hers as she took him deeper, her nose pressing against his pubic bone. He grunted, his cock pulsing as he came, his cum shooting straight down her throat. Becca swallowed, her throat working overtime as she pulled back, a string of cum connecting her lips to his cock. She licked her lips, her tongue swiping at the remnants as she moved on to the next.

Lila, in the poetry corner, was lost in a haze of words and cum. Her mouth was full of the tenth cock of the night, her head bobbing as she sucked. The poet above her moaned, his hands tangled in her hair as he fucked her mouth, his hips moving in time with her. She looked up at him, her eyes meeting his as she took him deeper, her throat working as she swallowed him down.

He groaned, his cock pulsing as he came, his cum shooting straight down her throat. Lila swallowed, her eyes never leaving his as she pulled back, a satisfied smile on her lips. “You’re an artist,” he breathed, his eyes glazed with pleasure. Lila smirked, her tongue running over her lips as she moved on to the next.

Sasha was the star of the show in the theater department. She was on stage, her red hair a wild mane around her face, her clothes discarded somewhere backstage. She was on her knees, her mouth full of the twelfth cock of the night, her head bobbing as she sucked. The audience watched, their eyes wide with awe and lust as she performed.

She took him deeper, her nose pressing against his pubic bone, her lips stretched wide around his shaft. He groaned, his hips jerking as he came, his cum shooting straight down her throat. Sasha swallowed, her eyes rolling back as she pulled away, a string of cum connecting her lips to his cock. She licked her lips, her tongue swiping at the remnants as she stood up, her eyes scanning the crowd for the next volunteer.

Mimi, in the science lab, was a vision of debauchery. Her maid outfit was torn and disheveled, her hair a mess of tangles. She was on her knees, her small hands working quickly as she freed the eighteenth cock of the night from his pants. She looked up at him, her big eyes innocent and eager as she took him into her mouth.

Her head bobbed, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked. Her tongue swirled around his shaft, her moans vibrating against his skin. He groaned, his hips jerking as he came, his cum shooting straight down her throat. Mimi swallowed, her eyes watering as she pulled back, a satisfied smile on her lips. She looked around, her eyes landing on a newcomer, a gleam of excitement in her eyes as she crawled over to him.

Ana, at the bar, was a force to be reckoned with. She was a goddess of debauchery, her black dress clinging to her curves, her hair a wild mane around her face. She had lost count of how many loads she had swallowed, her belly distended and warm. She was on her knees, her mouth full of the twentieth cock of the night, her head bobbing as she sucked.

The bar was silent, save for the wet sounds of her mouth and the occasional groan of pleasure. She took him deeper, her nose pressing against his pubic bone, her lips stretched wide around his shaft. He groaned, his hips jerking as he came, his cum shooting straight down her throat. Ana swallowed, her eyes rolling back as she pulled away, a string of cum connecting her lips to his cock. She licked her lips, her tongue swiping at the remnants as she looked up at the next in line, a wicked smile on her face.

As the night wore on, the girls began to feel the strain of their endeavor. Becca’s jaw ached, her throat sore from the endless stream of cocks. She had moved on to the soccer team, her mouth and throat working tirelessly as she swallowed load after load. She looked up at the next in line, her eyes glazed but determined as she took his cock into her mouth.

Lila, in the poetry corner, was starting to feel the weight of the night in her belly. She had swallowed nineteen loads, her stomach distended and warm. She was on her knees, her mouth full of the twentieth cock of the night, her head bobbing as she sucked. The poet above her moaned, his hands tangled in her hair as he fucked her mouth, his hips moving in time with her.

Sasha, on stage, was a vision of exhaustion and determination. Her red hair was plastered to her face, her manmade mess of smears and streaks. She had swallowed twenty-five loads, her belly sloshing with each movement. She was on her knees, her mouth full of the twenty-sixth cock of the night, her head bobbing as she sucked.

Mimi, in the science lab, was a mess of cum and sweat. Her maid outfit was a distant memory, her body a canvas of bodily fluids. She had swallowed twenty-nine loads, her belly distended and warm. She was on her knees, her small hands working quickly as she freed the thirtieth cock of the night from his pants. She looked up at him, her big eyes innocent and eager as she took him into her mouth.

Ana, at the bar, was a sight to behold. Her black dress was torn and disheveled, her hair a wild mane around her face. She had swallowed thirty-four loads, her belly distended and warm. She was on her knees, her mouth full of the thirty-fifth cock of the night, her head bobbing as she sucked.

As the clock struck midnight, the girls began to slow down, their bodies aching and their bellies full. Becca leaned back, her mouth full of the forty-first load of the night, her throat working as she swallowed. She looked up at the soccer player, a satisfied smile on her face as she pulled away, a string of cum connecting her lips to his cock.

Lila swallowed the thirty-eighth load of the night, her eyes watering as she pulled back, a satisfied smile on her lips. She looked around, her eyes landing on the poet, a gleam of accomplishment in her eyes.

The Cum Slut Diaries: Confessions of a Messy Queen

Alright, gather ’round, you filthy little beings. I’m about to spin you a yarn that’s gonna make your toes curl and your hearts race. This here is the story of how I, a humdrum woman with a secret, became a cum slut for a group of well-endowed men. It’s a tale of indulgence, of taboo desires, and of the messy, messy sex that I craved like a fiend.

Day 1: The Awakening

I’ve always been a bit of a size queen. I like ’em big, thick, and throbbing. But it wasn’t just the site load that came with it. I wanted to be marked, to be claimed, to be fucking drenched. I wanted to be their cum slut.

It all started when I moved into a new apartment complex. I was surrounded by these beefy, handsome men who were always working constantly, always shirtless, always grinning at me like they knew my secrets. I could feel my pussy throbbing every time I saw them, my mouth watering at the thought of their big, fat cockay; I got home from one-day work to find a note slipped under my door. “We know what you want. We can give it to you. Meet us at the gym. – The Guys”

My heart pounded. They knew. They knew I wanted to be their little cum slut. I was terrified, but my pussy was already soaked. I had to go.

Day 2: The Initiation

I walked into the gym, my knees shaking. There they were, the five hottest guys in the complex, all grinning at me. They were shirtless sweaty, their muscles glistening. And their cocks… fuck, their cocks were huge, bulging obscenely in their shorts.

“You’re here for our cum, aren’t you?” said Jack, the tallest of the bunch. He stepped closer, his voice low. “You want us to mark you, to claim you, to fill you up with our big, fat loads.”

I whimpered, nodding. I was already dripping my clit throbbing.

“Strip,” he commanded. I obeyed, shedding my clothes until I was naked before them. Their eyes roamed my body, their grins widening.

“On your knees,” said Luke, the muscular blond. I dropped to the floor, my heart pounding. I was surrounded by their bulges, their thick cocks mere inches from my face.

Jack grabbed his cock, pulling it out of his shorts. It was massive, thick, and already dripping with pre-cum. “Open wide, slut,” he growled. I did, and he slid his cock into my mouth, hitting the back of my throat. I gagged, but I was determined. I wanted his cum. I wanted all their cum.

One by one, they fed me their cocks, fucking my face, using me like a filthy toy. And I loved every second of it. I was drooling, choking, my mascara running down my face, but I didn’t care. I wanted to be their messy little slut.

Finally, Jack grunted, pulling out of my mouth. He stroked his cock, and then it happened. He came, his hot, sticky cum splashing across my face and landing with a hot splat on my tits. I moaned, my pussy clenching as the warmth of his load coated my skin. The scent of his cum filled my nostrils, and I breathed it in like it was the most expensive perfume.

“Fuck yeah,” said Luke, stepping up next. He stroked his cock, his eyes locked on mine. “You want this load, don’t you, slut?”

“Yes,” I begged, my voice hoarse from the face fucking. “Please, give it to me. Mark me.”

Luke grunted, his cock pulsing as ropes of thick, white cstrippedped my face and tits. I was already a sticky mess, and we were just getting started.

One by one, the guys stroked their cocks, painting my body with their cum. I was coated in it, my face, my tits, my stomach, all marked with their hot, sticky loads. I felt like a fucking queen, their cum queen.

I looked up at them, my face sticky with cum, my mascara running down my cheeks. “Thank you,” I whispered, a shiver of pleasure running through me.

Jack smiled down at me, his cock still hard. “That was just the beginning, slut. We’re going to use you, to fill you up, to make you our messy little cum dump.”

I whimpered, my pussy throbbing at his words. I was ready for more. I prepared ready for everything.

Day 3: The Gangbang

The next day, I found another note under my door. “Gym. 8 PM. Be ready, slut.”

I spent the day in a haze, my pussy already soaked in anticipation. I was going to be their cum slut again, and I couldn’t wait.

I walked into the gym, my body already buzzing with excitement. They were all there, waiting for me, their cocks hard and ready. I stripped down, my pussy already dripping with need.

“On your back, slut,” said Mitch, the dark-haired stud with a tribal tattoo. I obeyed, lying on the bench press, my legs spread wide.

Jack stepped up, his thick cock in hand. “We’re going to fill that pussy up, slut. We’re going to breed you like a little whore.”

I moaned, my hips lifting off the bench. “Yes, please. Fill me up. Breed me.”

Jack slid his cock into my pussy, his thick length stretching me wide. I gasped, my body adjusting to his size. He began to fuck me, his hips slamming into mine, his cock hitting me deep.

Luke stepped up, his cock in hand. “While he’s fucking that pussy, you’re going to suck my cock, slut.”

I opened my mouth, taking Luke’s cock deep as Jack fucked me hard. I was filled at both ends used like a filthy toy. And I loved every second of it.

One by one, the guys took turns fucking my pussy, using my mouth, their hands roaming my cum-stained body. I was a mess of sweat, spit, and pre-cum, my body shining with their filth.

Finally, Jack grunted, his cock pulsing as he came deep in my pussy. I moaned, my body convulsing as an orgasm hit. I could feel his cum filling me up, leaking out of me as he pulled out, only to be replaced by Mitch, who slammed into me, his cock coated in Jack’s cum.

“Fuck, you’re a messy little slut,” Mitch growled, his hips pounding into me. “You love this, don’t you? You love being our dirty little cum dump.”

I moaned, my mouth filled with cock, my pussy stuffed with another. I was in heaven. I was their filthy little toy, their cum slut, and I couldn’t get enough.

Mitch came with a grunt, his load mixing with Jack’s, filling me up even more. I could feel their cum leaking out of me, dripping down onto the bench, a puddle of their filth forming beneath me.

The rest of the guys followed suit, each one filling my pussy up with their hot, sticky loads. I was overflowing, my body a mess of cum and sweat. I was their cum slut, their dirty little toy, and I had never felt more alive.

As the last of them pulled out, I lay there, my body convulsing with aftershocks, their cum leaking out of me, dripping down my ass, pooling beneath me. I looked up at them, my face sticky with cum, my body marked by their loads.

“Thank you,” I whispered, a shiver of pleasure running through me.

Jack smiled down at me, his cock already hard again. “You’re welcome, slut. But we’re not done yet.”

My eyes widened as they all stepped forward, their cocks hard and ready.

“We’re going to fill that ass next, slut,” said Luke, his eyes gleaming with lust. “We’re going to breed every single one of your dirty little holes.”

I whimpered, my body already buzzing with anticipation. I was going to be their cum slut again, and I couldn’t wait.

Day 4: The Ass Fucking

The next day, I woke up sore, sticky, and still coated in their cum. I could feel it crusted on my skin, matted in my hair, dripping from my pussy. I was a mess, and I loved it.

I found another note under my door. “Gym. 8 PM. Bring your ass, slut.”

I spent the day preparing, cleaning out my ass, getting it ready for their cocks. I was nervous but excited. I wanted them to fill me up, to breed my ass like a filthy little whore.

I walked into the gym, my heart pounding. They were all there, their cocks hard, their eyes hungry. I stripped down, bending over the bench press, my ass presented to them.

Jack stepped up, his thick cock in hand. “You want this cock in your ass, slut?”

“Yes,” I begged, my voice hoarse with need. “Please, fuck my ass. Fill it up with your cum.”

Jack spat on my asshole, his saliva mixing with the lube I had already applied. He pressed his cock against my tight hole, pushing in slowly. I gasped, my body adjusting to his size. He was big, but I was determined. I wanted his cum in my ass.

He began to fuck me, his hips slamming into my ass, his cock hitting me deep. I moaned, my body filled with his thick length. It was intense, but I loved every second of it.

One by one, the guys took turns fucking my ass, their cocks coated in a mix of lube and thrown pre-cum. I was a mess, my body slick with sweat, my ass stretched wide around their thick lengths. I could feel their balls slapping against my pussy, their hands gripping my hips tightly as they used me like a filthy toy.

Mitch stood in front of me, his cock hard and ready. “Suck my cock, slut,” he commanded, his voice gruff with lust. I opened my mouth, taking his cock deep as Jack continued to fuck my ass. I was filled at both ends again, used like a dirty little cum dump.

The gym was filled with the sounds of our fucking, the slapping of flesh, the wet sucking of my mouth on their cocks, and my moans of pleasure. I was in heaven, their filthy little toy, their cum slut.

Jack grunted, his cock pulsing as he came deep in my ass. I moaned, my body convulsing as an orgasm hit. I could feel his cum filling me up, leaking out of my ass as he pulled out, only to be replaced by Luke.

Luke slammed into me, his cock coated in Jack’s cum. “Fuck, you’re a dirty little slut,” he growled, his hips pounding into me. “You love this, don’t you? You love being our little cum dump.”

I moaned, my mouth filled with cock, my ass stuffed with another. I was overflowing, their cum leaking out of me, dripping down my legs, pooling beneath me. I was their filthy little toy, their cum slut, and I couldn’t get enough.

Luke came with a grunt, his load mixing with Jack’s, filling me up even more. The rest of the guys followed suit, each one filling my ass up with their hot, sticky loads. I was a mess, my body coated in their cum, my ass dripping with their filth.

As the last of them pulled out, I lay there, my body convulsing with aftershocks, their cum leaking out of me, dripping down my legs. I looked up at them, my face sticky with cum, my body marked by their loads.

“Thank you,” I whispered, a shiver of pleasure running through me.

Jack smiled down at me, his cock already hard again. “You’re welcome, slut. But we’re still not done with you.”

My eyes widened as they all stepped forward, their cocks hard and ready.

“We’re going to fill that mouth next, slut,” said Mitch, his eyes gleaming with lust. “We’re going to breed every single one of your dirty little holes, and then we’re going to start all over again.”

I whimpered, my body already buzzing with anticipation. I was going to be their cum slut again, and I couldn’t wait.

Day 5: The Facial

The next day, I woke up sore, sticky, and still coated in their cum. I could feel it crusted on my skin, matted in my hair, dripping from my ass. I was a mess, and I loved it.

I found another note under my door. “Gym. 8 PM. Bring your mouth, slut.”

I spent the day preparing, getting my mouth ready for their cocks. I was excited, eager to please the thanxiousager to be their cum slut again.

I walked into the gym, my heart pounding. They were all there, their cocks hard, their eyes hungry. I stripped down, kneeling before them, my mouth open and ready.

“You want our cum, slut?” Jack asked, stroking his thick cock.

“Yes, please,” I begged, my voice hoarse with need. “Fill my mouth with your cum. Make me swallow every last drop.”

Jack stepped up, his cock in hand. He slid it into my mouth, hitting the back of my throat. I gagged, but I was determined. I wanted their cum, and I was going to take every last drop.

He began to face fuck me, his hips moving fast and hard. I gagged, my spit dripping down my chin, mixing with the cum already crusted on my skin. I was a mess, and I loved it.

One by one, the guys took turns fucking my face, using me like a filthy toy. I was drooling, choking, my mascara running down my face, but I didn’t care. I wanted to be their messy little slut.

Jack grunted, pulling out of my mouth. He stroked his cock, and then it happened. He came, his hot, sticky cum splashing across my face, landing with a hot splat on my tits. I moaned, my pussy clenching as the warmth of his load coated my skin.

Luke stepped up next, his cock in hand. He stroked it, his eyes locked on mine. “You want this load, don’t you, slut?”

“Yes,” I begged, my voice hoarse from the face fucking. “Please, give it to me. Mark me.”

Luke grunted, his cock pulsing as ropes of thick, white cstrippedped my face and tits. I was already a sticky mess, and we were just getting started.

One by one, the guys stroked their cocks, painting my body with their cum. I was coated in it, my face, my tits, my stomach, all marked with their hot, sticky loads. I felt like a fucking queen, their cum queen.

But they weren’t done yet. As I knelt there, panting and covered in their cum. Jack had another order for me.

“Lie down. We’re not just going to mark your face. We’re going to fill every inch of you.” And so, I did. I lay down, and the guys moved in sync, like a well-rehearsed routine.

Mitch slid his cock into my pussy, fucking me hard and fast while Luke fed me his cock, using my mouth like a wet, sloppy hole. I was filled at both ends again, used like a dirty little cum dump.

The gym was filled with the sounds of our fucking, the slapping of flesh, the wet sucking of my mouth on their cocks, and my moans of pleasure. I was in heaven, their filthy little toy, their cum slut.

Mitch came with a grunt, his load filling my pussy, leaking out of me as he pulled out. Luke came next, his hot, sticky cum hitting the back of my throat. I swallowed, taking every last drop like a good little slut.

The rest of the guys followed suit, each one filling my holes up with their hot, sticky loads. I was overflowing, their cum leaking out of me, dripping down my legs, pooling beneath me. I was their filthy little toy, their cum slut, and I couldn’t get enough.

Amy’s Fix

Thick, creamy liquid drizzling down her lips was an experience Amy craved, and she could never have had enough of it. Her hunger for the essence of well-endowed men was insatiable, a fetish that she indulged with a passionate fervor. Each time she felt the warm, viscous fluid slide down her throat, an indescribable rush of euphoria coursed through her veins, leaving her craving more.

Her quest for the ultimate indulgence had been a long and fulfilling one. She had sampled the offerings of numerous men, each with a different flavor, consistency, and aroma that titillated her senses. However, Amy wasn’t content with merely accepting anyone who approached her. She was selective and methodical in her pursuits, always looking for the next big thing.

Amy’s beauty was undeniable: her lustrous blonde hair, captivating green eyes, and a figure that could make even the most disciplined man succumb to her charms. Her allure was undeniable, and it wasn’t unusual for her to have men lining up, desperate to be the next lucky guy to feel her mouth around their cock. Yet, Amy remained discerning. Her standards were set high, and she only chose the men who could provide the best.

Each encounter was a carefully choreographed dance, with Amy leading the way. She savored every moment of the experience, from the initial contact to the explosive climax. Her mouth, her tongue, and even her hands were skilled instruments, coaxing and teasing the very best out of her partners. It didn’t matter if she was in a dimly lit bathroom stall or the comfort of her luxurious apartment; all that mattered was the sensation of their thick cocks pulsating in her mouth and the savory semen that would soon fill her with delight.

Amy was unapologetic despite the whispers and gossip that swirled around her. She knew what she wanted and made no excuses for her desires. Whether the man was single, married, or otherwise, it made no difference to her. All that mattered was the quality of their seed, the thickness of their cock, and the pleasure she could derive from the act. To some, her lifestyle might seem scandalous, but to Amy, it was simply a way to indulge in her deepest cravings.

As her reputation grew, so did the fascination others had with her. Amy’s story captivated the minds and imaginations of those who knew her or had heard of her exploits. The men she left in her wake spoke of her in hushed tones, sharing tales of her incredible talents and the unmatched pleasure she could provide. As for the women, they were a mix of envy, admiration, and disdain. Some saw her as a symbol of empowerment, others as a reckless hedonist. But Amy didn’t care; she lived for the thrill, the taste, and the sensation of each man’s sperm that graced her tongue.

Her story was a testament to the power of desire, the allure of the forbidden, and the triumph of unbridled passion. Amy was a woman who knew what she wanted and took it, leaving a trail of thick, creamy memories in her wake. Her story was one of lust, indulgence, and the pursuit of pleasure, and it was a story that would continue to unfold with each new encounter, each new taste of semen, and each new rush of ecstasy.

Amy had been hunting for her next conquest for a few days. She had been at a local bar, scouting out the place, when she noticed a man sitting by himself in the corner. He was tall, well-built, and had an air of confidence that immediately piqued her interest. As she made her way over to him, she couldn’t help but notice the sizeable bulge in his pants, and a sly smile crossed her face.

“Mind if I join you?” she asked, her voice dripping with seduction.

The man looked up at her, his eyes roaming over her body with apparent desire. “Not at all,” he replied, gesturing to the seat beside him.

“I’m Amy,” she introduced herself, extending her hand.

“Jake,” he said, taking her hand and brushing his lips against her skin, sending a shiver of anticipation down her spine.

They exchanged small talk, but Amy’s mind was already wandering to what was beneath his clothes. She had a knack for finding men with big cocks, and Jake’s seemed to be just what she was looking for. As the conversation progressed, Amy leaned in closer, her breasts pressing against his arm, and whispered, “Why don’t we take this somewhere more private?”

Jake didn’t hesitate. He led her outside to his car, and they drove to a secluded spot where the night was quiet, and the air was thick with anticipation. As soon as they were parked, Amy’s hand found its way to his lap, massaging the growing hardness beneath his jeans. Jake groaned with desire, and his hand reached up to cup her breast, his fingers teasing her nipple through the thin fabric of her dress.

Amy’s lips crashed against his, their tongues entwining in a passionate dance as her hand continued to work him. She could feel his cock straining against his pants, and her heart raced with excitement. This was exactly what she craved – the power, the pleasure, and the undeniable thrill of knowing she was about to taste his essence.

Jake’s hand slipped beneath her dress, his fingers teasing her clit, causing her to moan into his mouth. She could feel the wetness between her legs growing, and she knew that she was ready for him.

“Take off your clothes,” Amy whispered, her voice filled with desire.

Jake complied, stripping off his shirt and jeans, revealing his muscular physique. Amy’s eyes widened as she took in the sight of his thick, hard cock. It was as she had hoped – big, veiny, and dripping with pre-cum. She couldn’t wait any longer.

She pushed him back against the car seat, her hand gripping the base of his cock. Slowly, teasingly, she ran her tongue along the length of his shaft, savoring the taste of his skin. Jake groaned with pleasure, his fingers tangling in her hair as she took him in her mouth.

Her lips stretched around his thick girth, her tongue swirling around the head of his cock as she sucked him deep into her throat. She could feel him throbbing against her tongue, and she knew he wouldn’t last long.

With each stroke of her mouth, Amy could feel Jake getting closer and closer to release. She increased her pace, her head bobbing up and down as she took him deeper, her lips tight around his shaft.

“Fuck, Amy,” Jake groaned, his hips thrusting upward, pushing his cock further into her mouth. “I’m going to come.”

And with that, he exploded in her mouth, his hot, thick semen filling her with the taste she had been craving. She swallowed every drop, relishing the feeling of his cock pulsating against her tongue as he came.

As Jake’s climax subsided, Amy sat back, wiping her mouth with a satisfied smirk. She had found her next conquest, which had been just as delicious as she had hoped. As they dressed, she knew that she would be back for more – not just with Jake, but with all the men in her life who could provide her with the pleasure she sought.

Amy had always been a bit of a slut. Ever since her teenage years, she’d been drawn to the wild side of life, constantly pushing boundaries and seeking new thrills. Her insatiable desire for sex and the taste of men’s cum had become a part of her identity, shaping her relationships and defining her encounters.

Her parents had always been strict and conservative, but Amy had rebelled from an early age. She’d started having sex before most of her friends had even had their first kisses, and she quickly developed a taste for the forbidden. By the time she was in high school, Amy was known as the girl who would do anything with anyone, and she reveled in the attention and the power that came with it.

As she grew older, Amy’s hunger for sexual experiences only intensified. She craved the feel of a thick cock in her mouth, the salty taste of a man’s cum on her tongue. It was a craving she couldn’t explain but indulged in at every opportunity.

One of her earliest experiences with cum eating had been in the backseat of her boyfriend’s car when she was just sixteen. They’d been making out, hot and heavy, when she’d reached down and felt his erection straining against his jeans. Without hesitation, she’d unzipped his pants and taken his cock in her mouth, sucking him off with a skill that belied her age. When he came, she’d swallowed every drop, her eyes locked on his as she savored the taste.

From then on, Amy had been hooked. She sought out men who could satisfy her cravings, and she wasn’t afraid to be upfront about what she wanted. She’d become an expert at seduction, using her beauty and charm to lure men into her web of desire.