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.

God, whoever invented candy-flavored gum was a monster.

“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.”

“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 creampies, but I don’t want children. And I refuse not to experience feeling you pump an excessive amount of cum inside of me.”

would usually be in heels, making me more even to his jaw, but my dirty white converses have me below his shoulders. And holy fuck, did that turn me on. I love when men make me feel small and tiny like they could just fuck me into the ground.

“If you’re worried about emotions getting involved or whatever, I assure you it won’t happen. I don’t think I was wired to experience love.”

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 flash 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.”

Well, it’s why I enjoy this work because my wires are all crossed. My brain thinks it’s getting all the love or whatever humans need to survive.”

Most people tend to judge me on my decision to remain childless.

He is so fun to tease.

We had gotten so close to fucking last night. And while she might understand what happened my first time, she didn’t experience it.

I pinch at her clit, and growl. “Come on my cock, baby so I can fill your pussy up.”

It is the best answer I can give her because I'm unsure if I can let go of her. Not because I have feelings for her but for my own selfish reasons. I have never felt so relaxed as I had this morning. To enjoy myself in the moment and not worry about how disgusted the other person was.

“I can see your nipples poking out,” Jackson whispers. I tilt my face slightly toward him. “I’m so fucking turned on. I need him to dominate me like this when we get to the hotel.”

Jackson sighs, his eyes glistening with mirth. “You are like a breath of fresh air.” My chest aches. Swallowing, I shake away the feeling and give him a saccharine smile. “Well, someone has to be, right?”

And that’s what he is and what I need to remind myself. I have never actively sought to please a client like I have him.

“You do, Emery. I see the intelligence in your eyes,” he growls, moving my panties to the side and pushing a finger in. I did, I knew exactly what he meant, but I wasn’t going to acknowledge it. Not now, not when we’ve only been doing this a few days, and it shouldn’t feel like this. I’ve worked with clients for longer than a month, and it was never this intense.

She sits up, gripping the back of my neck and kissing me. It is the first time we have kissed, and my body jolts at the brush of her lips. She stiffens as if she realizes what she just did, and I grab her hair, pushing my tongue into her mouth.

The feel of her bare skin against mine is quickly becoming an addiction I'm not sure I want to stop. Actually, I am sure. I didn’t want this to stop. I am done with the random whores, who looked at me disgustedly. The ones who gagged at my touch. I am terrified of pursuing anything romantically with Emery, but I would be a fool not to try.

“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.”

“Look at you,” I rasp, “so fucking perfect for my cock. Such a good fucking cumslut begging to fill you up.”

“Give me the month, okay? It’s only been a few days, but Emery, I know you feel it,”

“The month, Emery. I never knew what it was like to be truly wanted, and now that I’ve had a taste. I don’t want to let go.”

“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.”

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.