C*mslut (Hired)

by B. Sobjakken

Moaning, I relish the creamy white goodness in my mouth. It smears around my lips, and I lick it up, not wanting to waste a drop. I glance at the couple sitting next to me and wink. It’s like they’ve never seen a woman eat a bagel slathered in cream cheese.

“So, is it both of you then? I’m fine with that. Just give me a few hours warning if you want to tag team, and I’ll wear a plug to stretch it out.” Jackson’s eyes widen, and he turns to Tyler. “I beg you.”

“We’re getting off-track. The problem is I have hyperspermia.” Frowning, I fight the urge to move my chair away. “Okay, is it contagious? If so, then condoms are required.” Jackson laughs, and Tyler’s face does that flushing again. I’ve clocked it as embarrassment, it’s kind of cute. “I’m sorry, I’m not familiar with the term.” I apologize. Giselle sighs, and I glance at her. “Hyperspermia is when a man ejaculates an excessive amount of cum.” My eyes widen, my heart skipping a beat. Her lips twitch, knowing precisely what I was thinking. “And by excessive, you mean?” “Like chugging a water bottle at a time, if not more,” Jackson explains. Turning back to Mr. Hastings, I try to hide my excitement. “Okay, and what else?” He swallows, watching me warily. “I’ll require it multiple times daily, preferably every few hours. Preferably always in your mouth. I will take care of myself in the mornings since it’s usually more because of the gap while sleeping.” “Always in my mouth? What about my pussy?” Mr. Hastings blinks, caught off guard, and shakes his head. “Condoms can not hold the amount I produce. It will leak no matter how we try.” I lick my lips. “And what if I didn’t want to use condoms?” He pauses, and I take the opportunity to counter the offer. “I’ll allow you to take fifty thousand off the deal if you use my pussy in the mornings. I’m on birth control, and my last test was Monday. I haven’t been with anyone since, and my results are clean.”

“Yes. Blowjobs all day, that’s fine. But I want you to cream my cunt in the mornings. To be honest, I have a major cum kink and love cream pies, but I don’t want children. And I refuse not to experience feeling you pump an excessive amount of cum inside of me.”

Oh god, please have a big dick. That would be the best thing to ever happen to me. A very attractive man with a pretty cock, who can cum buckets into me.

“Please come on me, Mr. Hastings. Drench me with your cum.” I beg, pushing my bottom lip out to pout. I hear the hurried snap of his button and unzipping before he steps closer. His chest presses against my shins. I look down to see his beautiful cock in his hands, stroking it slowly. “You want me to fuck you?” he asks, his voice thick with arousal. I shake my head, catching the disappointment swirling in his eyes. “I want you to come on me. Come on my tits, face, stomach, my pussy. I want to see it. Make me messy.”

“Beg for it,” I demand. Her eyes find mine, her pupils dilate, and her hair clings to her slick forehead. She licks her lips. “Please give me your cum, Mr. Hastings. You’re the only one who can fill my little pussy up.”

“Have you thought maybe I’m just really good at my job?” Smirking, I palm her breasts, pinching at her nipple. “I have, but I knew it would be different between us during the first meeting.” “How?” She hisses as I pull the taunt bud harder. “Because I watched your eyes flare with arousal at my condition after years of disgust. I saw it, and I knew it was dangerous. Because before we had even gotten to that part, I had been staring at the smear of cream cheese on your chin, unsure if it was another man’s cum or food. I was torn between jealousy and curiosity. Usually, I despise any mess, but I sat there consumed by you and didn’t even care.” Emery laughs, her body shaking in my arms. “I did not have cream cheese on my face. I checked!”

“It was bagel day. And cream cheese looks nothing like cum.” “Jealousy makes you irrational.” She swallows, giving me a small nod and wary smile. “One month.”

“So fucking tight, baby. It’s only the first one,” Tyler whispers. I nod, trying to relax my muscles as he adds his second finger. “My god,” I hiss into his skin when his fingers drag along the thin wall separating where his cock is buried. It twitches from the caress, and I clench in response. “Who do you belong to?” he growls, and I shiver. If I thought Tyler was hot in the first month of us dating, him gaining confidence in the bedroom wreaked havoc on my pussy. “You.” I gasp. “Yeah,” he breathes. “You do.”

“Who” thrust “are” thrust “you?” thrust My eyes squeeze shut, my fingers breaking his skin as I bite my lip to stay quiet. When he pauses, I shudder out a breath. “Your cumslut.” He chuckles. “Yeah, you are.” “Please come in me.” I beg,

Stepping into the special underwear I have to buy in bulk, I always get a giggle that a product designed to prevent period leakage is perfect for the cum dumpster that is my pussy.