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Bringing Home the Creampie

He must have heard my key in the lock, because he was already stripping when I came into the room. I tottered over to our special chair, the nice mid-century leather one with the plush armrests. I hiked up my sequined dress and put my legs over the arms, opening my naked, leaking pussy to his view. Like the eager pup he is, he knelt on the floor and immediately pressed his face into my gooey crotch. I loved him for that.

Tell me about it, he said, running his tongue deeply between my sorely stretched lips. It felt marvelous, of course. Chris knows how to use that tongue of his.

Well, he was in the Penthouse Suite at the Adams Mark, just like he said he would be. His suit was gorgeous.

Was he handsome? Chris asked.

Hmmmm, not my type, but yeah, he was.

OK, go on, he instructed me.

Well, I felt pretty ratty in my sweat clothes, but I had come in clothes I could throw away, like he asked. He told me we were going to Riverdance at Jones Hall, so we had to go shopping. That sounded good.

He didn’t want to fuck you? Chris asked. Chris hissed ‘fuck’ like he thought of course Robert would want to screw me. Chris loved having me fucked by other guys, and saying the word excited him. Me saying it made him all the more horny.

Oh yeah, he did. He told me to pull down my sweat pants and bend over the couch, because he was going to fuck me before shopping. When I said fuck, Chris let out a deep moan that felt great on my swollen vagina. So just like that, I pulled down my sweats and laid over the arm of the couch with my ass in the air, and he whipped out his cock. He was hard as hell, but he just teased me for a while, running his dickhead up and down my pussy. He wanted me to beg to be fucked.

So did you? Chris panted, his eyes open wide. He was so predictable!

Of course I did! I giggled. I reached down and ruffled Chris’s hair affectionately. I loved getting fucked by other men, which is why we enjoy our lifestyle together. I didn’t have to beg too much, but enough so that when he pushed it into my pussy I was soaking wet. Chris moaned deeply closing his eyes to imagine Robert’s shaft sliding into me. He didn’t last all that long, and I didn’t have a chance to cum. But I could feel him filling me with cum. I thought about your face as you watched him giving me a load for you to eat. You’d have been licking your lips.

Chris moaned again. I’d have been licking your lips, he said, surprising me that he could be witty while he was so horny. I knew I was oozing a lot of the sperm I’d received tonight. I leaned my head back and just enjoyed the feeling of having my man sucking me so damn well.

Then, what? Chris interrupted my thoughts.

So then, he gave me a pair of mesh panties and we went to Saks. I could feel those panties getting soaked with the juices draining. It was sexy as hell to walk around Saks and feeling so fucked. I was a tramp. I loved it!

MMMMMmmmmm, Chris told me. His moan buzzed against my clit, and pushed me over the edge. How could a girl resist cumming while enjoying such sexy memories and having her man eating her so eagerly? Chris kept licking, even more deeply and eagerly, and it felt great to cum so hard. I know his mouth was filled with other guy’s cum, and we both enjoyed it.

We picked out this dress, and some hose, and Robert sent me to the salon to get ready. He offered to pay for a bikini wax, but I told him there was nothing to wax away. He kissed me so deep in front of the receptionist that it was embarrassing! I felt totally owned, or maybe paid-for, and that made me cream the panties even more. I squirmed a little as I got my hair put up into this updo I touched my shellacked hair and thought about being his mink all night.

Chris stood, and I could see how hard he was. He pressed his cock against my pussy, but as was our agreement he didn’t push in. He loved to torture himself by coming so close to fucking me, but would wait until I completed my story. His dickhead, though, bumped against my clit, making me shiver with pleasure.

I bet you were a fucking mink, he growled.

I giggled. Yeah, but I sure looked respectable! By the time the stylist had done my hair and evening makeup, no one would have guessed I was leaking cum. I thought I looked hot and respectable, I continued. Dammit, go back down and eat me…. Its getting hard to concentrate!

Chris had lifted my ankles up to spread me as wide as he could. Now he sank down, continuing to press my legs up so that he could access my stinky backdoor. I let out a gasp as he started to rim me. Chris was such an oral slut! I knew he was searching to see if I had let any guy dump a load in my ass.

That’s not helping, I smiled, feeling the need to be fucked anywhere, front or back, building in me.

Too bad, he grinned before stabbing a pointed tongue against my anus, and then sinking in my loose backside. Almost involuntarily, my fingers pressed against my vulva and my clit as I continued.

So, after Saks we took a limo to Jones Hall for the dance concert. I left my clothes at Saks, so all I had was my hose, my dress, and my new purse. He went looking and got me a tiny bag to go with my dress while my hair was done. He also bought me lipstick and some pheromone perfume, as if he needed it to get excited.

Chris paused to recharge his saliva and ask, Are you sure he didn’t want other guys to get excited?

I think that’s right, I said. So anyway, I put on my lipstick, then sucked him off in the limo like a slutty whore. He kept telling me what a pretty slut I was. He unzipped my dress and rubbed my back. It was fun! I know the driver was trying not to look, but he had to wait at the curb for five minutes until Robert came and I could swallow it. I stuck my cum-covered tongue out at the driver before I got out.

That’s so nasty! Chris moaned.

Mmmmm, we all loved it. But I was like a nasty slut getting out of the limo with my dress unzipped. Robert zipped me up while all these fancy folk walked by staring. I turned to Robert and kissed him so deep I tickled his tonsils. Chris moaned again.

Bet he liked it.

Ummm hmmm, he did. We went in and found our seats in the middle of the lower level. The dance was actually interesting, but I found it more interesting to tease Robert. When it got dark, I scootched out and fingered myself discreetly. Then I rubbed in on his lips so he could taste how wet I was.

Shit! Chris said. What about the guy on your other side?

She, I answered, got pretty damn fidgety too. She tried not to look, but she peeked. I got so wet I could smell it. Like now.

I reached down and gripped my pussy lips, pulling myself open. I was totally oozing. Chris abandoned my ass without finding sperm there, and lapped at my well. It was a huge turn on to hear him purring, so excited.

So, after the dance we dashed back to the limo. Robert pulled out a condom as soon as the door was closed and said he wanted to fuck me. I wasn’t wearing panties anymore, so all I had to do was spread my legs.

What happened to your panties? Chris asked.

I pulled them off during the dance and left them on my seat when we left.

Fuck!

Yeah, Robert did fuck me, I laughed. He fucked me royal! All the way home! At one point, we went down Westheimer, kissing with our top halfs out of the limo, but his dick still in me. That was wild!

Dammit, Kary, I need to cum! Chris said, totally aroused.

Just wait baby, I purred. Soon. I tousled his hair again. He came right outside our hotel, and I jacked him enough with the condom on to cover his cock in sperm. Then I sucked him clean and guzzled the condom’s filling. I put the dirty condom in my purse. Wanna see it?

Chris did, so I opened the little purse and pulled out five used condoms with drying filling. I made a show of picking one out as Chris stared. This is the one, I said, enjoying the look on Chris’s face. The five used condoms meant five more fuckings. You want to taste it? I teased.

To my surprise, Chris mutely nodded yes. You are such a slut! I told him, more aroused than I think I’ve ever been. I turned the condom inside out and watched Chris’s face as he sucked in the flavored rubber. He was maybe even more aroused than me.

Where did they all come from? he asked, his eyes closed.

Each is from a guy who fucked me tonite, I said sweetly. Robert had four business colleagues in town like he was, and he called them up to party. They were all so nice!

I didn’t mention that two were black, or that I had made the guys wear condoms only when they assfucked me. Each of the guys besides Robert had cum at least three times, twice in my pussy and once in my ass while wearing a condom.

I need to cum in you babe, Chris whined. He was so cute!

OK, I agreed, and he immediately got up. His cock was rock hard, and he pushed it into my well-used cunt. I had eleven loads up there tonight… can you tell?

You are so sloppy, he groaned with pleasure. He loved having his cock swimming in my cum-filled pussy. You are sooooo sexy, he said.

That’s what the guys said while they fucked me, I giggled. Well, I must have hit some trigger, because Chris’s eyes rolled back into his head and he buried himself deep into me. Cum, baby, I purred as I felt his cock throbbing deep inside me. Despite all the guys who fucked me tonite, Chris’s orgasm was the most exciting for me. It always was.

I love you, he gasped as he wound down. I felt a surge of warmth inside, and with it a need to complete the night with an orgasm. I knew that left to his own devices, he would simply fall asleep. So, despite my desire to cuddle him after his huge orgasm, I had to get tough.

Lay down on your back, I said. Chris did, his eyes coming back to life. I stood and let my dress fall, then squatted over his mouth. Make me cum honey, I purred. I love squatting despite the effort, because it makes my pussy open so wide. I knew Chris would be looking into my chafed tunnel, red and wet from so much fucking. I also knew that a stream of Elmer’s Glue-like spunk would be oozing into his waiting mouth.

I got into a frog position, with my hands out and my legs squatting, so that I could look down and watch. Sure enough, he was arching his mouth up to reach my pussy. My lips wrapped around his tongue as he slid into my fertile and moist valley. I could see globs of sperm occasionally on the tip of his tongue as he eagerly sought it out.

I felt myself tingle, and the urge to grind on his face overwhelmed me. I struggled back upright, then sat heavily on his face, forcing his head back to the floor. I gripped his hair, and pulled it into my crotch as I rubbed my clit frantically all over his face. My whole lower torso convulsed as I came.

The whole night for me had been leading to this moment. Five men had fucked me well, and I had cum many times. But for me, the ultimate moment was grinding onto the face of the man I love, ejecting the lovejuice he had just put in me. This was real love, and everything else was merely physical. The sharing aspect, the mutual satisfaction, made this the best orgasm of the night.

Eventually, I calmed, and almost literally fell off his face. There was one last thing to do in our ritual. I laid on the floor next to him, and began to lick his juice-splattered face. We kissed, the flavor of our sex filling out mouths. My hand reached down to stroke his cock, which I knew would be rigid again.

Let’s go to bed, said he. He helped me up, and we walked holding hands to the bedroom. The night ended almost as it began, with a cock in my hungry pussy. But unlike the first cock, this one was making love to me.

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