{ASSM} Semen Slut Maria - Part 4 - Gokkun, The Art Of Swallowing {DayDreamrxx} (FMMMM Oral Cons)
DayDreamer
This story was written by a very sweet slut named Maria.
It's true. To read Parts 1, 2 and 3, go to the Author section
and click on D and then find DayDreamrxx and click on the
FTP. You will find the Maria stories there. Maria has
discovered that she exists to be used by men (and women)
for their total pleasure. That gives her pleasure. Maria is in
her early 30s and hopes to achieve the honor of being the
filthiest piece of fuckmeat on the planet. Send comments
to her at mls...@yahoo.com. Don't worry if it takes a
while for her to respond because she travels some.
Semen Slut Maria - Part 4 - Gokkun, The Art Of Swallowing
The Tuesday before my next lesson began as had the other days,
with me standing naked in the bathroom, Ken behind me running his
hands over my breasts and watching intently as I prepared to brush
my teeth. A little plug in coffee/hot water cup heater had warmed up
the precious vial of semen, heating it perfectly.
I mixed it gently....then poured the fluid carefully onto my toothbrush
over an empty cup so that none would be lost. When coated with
man cream, I brought the fragrant mixture to my mouth to begin the
ritual I had so come to love in the past week. I learned to appreciate
the rich sticky texture and unique taste of each man. Just as food
cooked by different chefs can taste similar but different, each man
produced a distinctive recipe for his sperm. I delighted in each one's
pungent flavor by brushing the rich semen slowly and carefully across
each tooth....front, back and top....taking care to be sure I got the
gum lines as well. Ken would caress my cheek and bite my ear lobe,
exciting me more, his cock pressing hard against my backside. He
quietly instructed me to make sure I got every tooth and then to brush
my tongue so that the semen cleansed my palate. When I was
finished, I squished the sauce in my mouth and swallowed it all before
taking the glass with the remaining sperm and drinking it. Thus the
taste would linger delightfully throughout most of the morning.
If I worked at home I was to remain unclothed. It was spring and the
weather was warming nicely. If I was to go to the office, Ken would
have chosen a bra, skirt and blouse. He rarely allowed me to wear
panties and pantyhose are "verboten" but would often select hose. I
would pick my shoes to go with my outfit.
The Dr's wife recently taught me to sew and, for our anniversary, Ken
got me a sewing machine. The first order of business was to re-hem
most of my skirts, making them shorter. Since I was going to the
office today, the navy skirt was mid-thigh and slim with a blue oxford
button down blouse un-buttoned one more than most women wear it
and a black half bra. No hose today under my practical low dress
shoes.
The guys at the office never seem to mind my outfits and I adore the
attention but today my focus was on that evening and further discipline
as a bukkake woman.
I went to the Dr's house directly from work and was promptly escorted
to the preparation room and told to undress completely. Naked, I was
led to the display room where I was surprised to see a much smaller
audience. They were, however, closely clustered around a small clear
glass covered rectangular coffee table where I was told to kneel. The
men were only two or three feet away from the table.
I was scolded when I knelt. I had kept my legs together. The Dr's
harsh words startled me but I obediently spread my knees open wide.
Shortly after, a man came over from behind me, his cock hard and
jerked by his flying hand. In seconds he emitted a nice stream onto
the coffee table. As he shook the remaining droplets free, from the
other side came, literally, a second man and then a third deposited
puddles of semen before me.
I knew what to do next. Carefully I begin to mix the puddles together
using just the fingertips of my first and middle fingers of my right hand.
It was to be done slowly, finger painting cum designs on the table.
The sperm, clinging to my fingers, was gently lifted creating strands
of sperm hanging down in opaque thin threads. I would play with each
thread, weaving them onto my fingers and letting them drop back to
the table.
After a few minutes, I raised the nectar above my tilted open mouth
and dribbled soft droppings onto my tongue, showing them to the
appreciative audience before swallowing. Then I played some more
as a couple more men ejaculated, adding their special blend before
me.
I enjoined the groupings into a large mass, leaned forward and began
to lap it up, holding it in my mouth while my fingers continued to
gather the cum together. I loudly had to suck much of it into my
mouth before showing it to the men and swallowing. Some unavoidably
clung to my chin and lips which I gathered with my middle finger of my
left hand and brought to my open mouth. I carefully lapped up and
sucked up every drop on the table before licking it thoroughly clean
and finally cleaning my fingers for the men.
As I was watching the men's positive reactions, my head was harshly
turned and an erect cock popped into my mouth. He held my head
steady and moved in and out fast until he came. I struggled to hold it
and still extract the remaining fluid even as another man replaced him
and quickly added another large dose.
I held my mouthful until given a beaker. Bowing down, the sperm and
saliva mixture drooled into the beaker only to have more men cum in
my mouth forcing me to repeat the process over and over and over
again. Not all men hit my mouth and it wasn't long until I could feel
semen on my cheek and forehead. I was allowed to carefully clear it
from my eyes and face, using just a fingertip, but I had to put it all in
my mouth.
I tried to focus on the audience as I seductively cleaned myself.
Sometimes the waves of men came quickly, leaving little time to play
with their juice, but other times I could entice and show the men how
much I enjoyed the flavor of sperm but I always had to spit it back
into the beaker. Of course some was swallowed but soon the beaker
showed a considerable quantity of the heady yellowish-white semi
opaque fluid.
I didn't know how many men came but was told later that 18 came
in my mouth plus five on the table. When the last man finished I was
handed the beaker and a large wine glass. Breathing hard I steadily
poured the contents into the glass with excruciating care. I used my
finger to get it all out and cleaned it thoroughly before using my
tongue to get out the remaining residue. I could see the men peering
at me through the clear beaker and a massive orgasm began to build
as I swirled the wine glass, stirring the liquid. Like a fine wine, I put
my nose in the glass and inhaled the scent of men. I turned my head
so they could see as I tilted it back and brought the glass to my
cum-coated lips. Slowly the mass slid toward my mouth and I tried
hard not to quiver as an orgasm shook through my body.
The first time I could only take in a bit as the flavor was overwhelming.
I held it, swirled it, savored it, showed it to the men and swallowed.
However, the second gulp came as a great swallow and more than
half the glass was gone. The third I held longer and savored it and
finally, with the fourth drink the glass was drained. I held this and
toyed with it showing the men time and time again, swirling it around
my mouth, blowing bubbles with it and savoring the flavor before
leaning my head back and swallowing. I stuck out my empty tongue,
smiling broadly to their appreciative nods.
After a bit, I was escorted to the preparation room and asked to dress,
clean up and then come back to the room. There I was introduced
personally to the audience and we chatted over appetizers. They
asked me, "Did I enjoy it?"
"Yes!! Totally!"
"Did I like oriental men?"
"I love all men."
"Do I really like to swallow and eat cum?"
"Oh, yes. I really, really, really enjoy the flavor and sucking cock."
In due time, the Dr swept me to a corner and asked if I would service
the men that wanted me. It wasn't so much a request as it was an
order, but I instantly wanted to and agreed. He addressed them in
Japanese and the group quickly encircled me. I felt my skirt being
unzipped and falling to the floor. Some leaned over staring intently
and directly at my cunt pointing and talking excitedly.
I felt their hands at my breasts and my blouse being unbuttoned. As
it came off, I felt them pushing down on my shoulders and was soon
on my knees. They were fumbling with my bra until I undid the front
snap for them. My large breasts were weighed, squeezed and fondled
by seemingly everyone. Then, to my surprise, my blouse was put
back on and pulled over my breasts, but left unbuttoned.
A smaller group pressed in around me and soon the first cock was
inserted in my mouth. I watched his face as I sucked him but felt
another cock rubbing my cheek spreading pre-cum over it, followed
shortly by large thick spurts of his cum across my cheek and upper
lip. The man in my mouth howled softly, cumming in force down my
gulping throat. I screamed a bit as my hair was pulled down, forcing
my head straight up. Two men burst simultaneously, one over my
forehead and the bridge of my nose and hair, and the other across
my forehead. He cleaned his cock in my hair as another took his
place while another entered my mouth.
The first group rotated out as another closed in repeating the
processes. I swallowed as much cum as I could while more was
poured onto my face. I even felt a cock on my left nipple and felt the
warm glow spread across my chest. I lost count how many I sucked
and swallowed but the films revealed that 19 more men used me as
their sperm depository, but some may have been repeaters.
In any case, I was again thoroughly and pleasurably bukkaked.
Semen wet my hair and ran down my throat. The men dressed and
watched as the Dr ordered me to clean myself with my fingers and
mouth. I scooped up finger full after finger full of semen and drank it
down. Using both hands I scooped up cum from my breasts, neck
and ears. I was in an orgasmic state and rubbed what I couldn't eat
into my tits and chest and finally rubbed it into my face like cold
cream before grabbing my nipples hard and cumming loudly.
The men dissipated as I remained on the floor violently shaking.
When my eyes cleared, the room was mostly empty, my final visitors
filing out. My chest glistened and my face was sticky and wet, a
feeling I'd come to love. My blouse was soaked in places, particularly
the shoulders.
The Dr came over and placed his hand tenderly under my chin, lifting
my head up and slowly turning it from side to side appraising the
effect on me.
"Ahhh, you are a beautiful cum-bucket, My Dear. I am very pleased
with you. You look glowing."
I weakly smiled, still slightly trembling, very proud of myself.
He knelt down and pressed his other hand hard into my pussy,
saying, "And you came twice without even being touched here.
You are a good student. Are you ready for more lessons?"
My bloodshot eyes widened and I enthusiastically nodded yes.
"Next week then," he said handing me my skirt. "Do not put your bra
on and carry it so it can seen."
"Leave the rest undone," he said, stopping me from buttoning my
blouse after just two bottom buttons were done, leaving my blouse
open to just above my belly button.
"Perhaps I should take off the remaining buttons so you wouldn't be
tempted to use them....or, should I trust you to follow my instructions?"
I couldn't speak. This was far more than I'd ever shown without my
husband present. Still I nodded a quick perfunctory yes.
"Good. It's far more exciting knowing you have purposely left them
like that. Besides, I will know if you disobey."
Those words stuck in my head but I didn't understand what he meant
as I walked to the station with the cum drying on my body to a white
powder.
The T felt more crowded than ever that night. My skirt felt shorter and
my breasts even more exposed than they were. My nipples hardened
despite my wishes. I was becoming increasingly more excited by the
ride. I tried to keep my legs tight together but the friction increased
as the train swayed. A group of young Hispanic males ogled me from
across the aisle and I saw a large, no huge, dark black man hovering
nearby. His presence startled me a bit.
"Where had I seen him before?" I thought. It was then I realized my
imagination was starting to run wild and that I had to gain control,
even as my cunt screamed for cock. I uncrossed my legs and placed
them square on the floor and slightly, ever so slightly. parted my
knees. I focused on the three nearest Hispanic boys and watched
their eyes move across my face, chest and legs. I became aware of
the dried cum on my lips and licked them. My blouse was still wet,
clinging in certain areas. I realized that my bra was folded tightly in
my hand. I felt all eyes from the train on me as I laid it out on my lap,
crossing my ankles to give a better flatter surface to carefully refold
it, leaving a cup in view.
I parted my legs a bit more, knowing I had regained the power and
control. I shrugged my shoulders a bit, leaning forward to adjust my
shoe. I knew my entire tit was in view and, as I raised my foot a bit,
so was my cunt. And I loved it. I loved the stares of the young men,
the big black man and the others, even the disgusted disapproving
ones from the middle age man and a couple women.
I loved that they were seeing my hard nipples and my chest. I loved
that it was cum coated and that some of them probably knew what
it was. I loved the stares at my thighs and the openness beyond.
"Just a bit wider," I convinced myself. I loved the feeling, deep and
raw, and wanted....no, needed....to have it again and again. Exposing
myself to strangers was becoming addictive and very exciting.
Yes I love sex. I study it, practice it and apply it. I love it. If you wish
to contact me, please do.
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Send comments to Maria at mls...@yahoo.com or
to DayDreamrxx at daydr...@yahoo.com.
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