Finding a Cumslut Ch. 01byBuckyDuckman©
On Tuesday night, the crowd at Slap Happy's had been sparse. The assembled group of writers and perverts (as they referred to themselves) provided the small tavern a festive atmosphere as they laughed, told raunchy stories and enjoyed the fellowship of being with people who wouldn't judge each other.
Tom started the game. "Okay, everyone tell one thing they've written about that was either true or wish had been true." He started. "I had a cousin I always wanted to do." There were catcalls of him being a pervert. Some made accusations it was why he wrote and posted more incest stories than any other. No one cared she been a distant, kissing cousin.
"Okay, I've actually visited a gloryhole," Robin said. That got the attention of the guys at the table and lots of follow-up questions. She claimed only her boyfriend was on the side of the wall, but no one believed her.
"I've had more than one threesome," Mark had admitted, though he never answered whether his threesomes had included two women and him or just one woman and a guy friend or even two other guys.
Amy missed a couple before her turn. "Being a cumslut," she revealed. Her comment drew as much attention (and volunteers) as Robin's comment about visiting a gloryhole.
Mason when next and he repeated her words. There was a pause as everyone tried to figure out what he meant. "Do you mean you want to be one, meet one, or what?" someone had asked him.
"Yes," Mason said. Everyone laughed and it was Brad's turn. Amy didn't hear Brad's answer. She was still mulling over Mason's answer.
His answer stuck with her as she went to her car. "He meant it as a joke," Amy told herself. It was the only way it made sense. Why else would Mason refer to himself as a cumslut? Had he meant he liked cumsluts? Did it mean he liked her? Maybe he wanted to be with a cumslut? "But that's not how he said it," she told herself, as if saying the words aloud would help them make sense. She fished her keys from her purse, unlocked her door and checked both ways before she pulled into traffic. She wasn't drunk. Two beers weren't enough to get her drunk, but she didn't need to prove that to a cop. She waited until she got home to pull out cell phone. She scrolled through her recent messages until she found one from Mason. "How can you be a cumslut" she wrote, shoved her phone in her purse and heard it chirp with a reply while she opened the door to her apartment.
"Call me if you want to know," was his reply. She pressed "dial" and he answered on the first ring. "How many ways are there to be one?"
Amy laughed at the way he picked up the conversation from text to voice as if there wasn't a difference. That was his style and she liked it. "Without you being gay?" she asked.
"See how you are? I suck one dick and now I'm a cocksucker for life, aren't I?" he laughed.
"You've never sucked a dick in your life." Amy didn't believe him. She was convinced Mason was all man. She had watched him make time with the cute, blonde waitress at Slappy's. She had seen how other women attached themselves to him and how he appreciated it. While he never admitted to having a girlfriend, his real life stories were peppered with casual references to the woman he had just met or recently started to see. She had him pegged as a serial monogamist, with a heavy emphasis on the word "serial." And why not? He was tall, thin and in good shape. He had a great smile, looked good with a two day growth of beard on his cheeks and owned a cat. Only a very secure straight man would dare own a cat instead of a dog.
"You're right," he said. "I would never suck a dick. That would make me either gay or bi, wouldn't it?"
The two beers at Slap Happy's had wetted her appetite for more. Amy pulled one from her fridge, popped the top and tossed back half of it fast. She pressed "mute" before she belched and sipped the rest of it. "Stop it and tell the truth."
"Which truth do you want? The one you'll believe or the one that's true?"
"Yes or no, you have never sucked a dick."
"I plead the fifth," he said.
"Oh bullshit!" Amy cried out. "When? Like at summer camp or something?"
"That would count, wouldn't it?"
"Well, yeah, I guess it would. But just because I've fooled around with a girl once doesn't make me gay or bi, does it?"
"Did you get to third base?"
"She did, I didn't," Amy said with a giggle. She sipped her beer and was surprised to find it empty. She pulled out another one before she realized what she just said. "Hey, that doesn't matter."
"Did you like it?"
"Maybe," she giggled. "But kissing her was better."
"Ew, I don't kiss guys. Too scratchy."
"Says Mr. Two Day Scruff."
"Like I said, too scratchy."
"So now you've sucked off a guy and kissed him?" she asked.
"I never said I kissed him," Mason defended.
"How else would know it's so scratchy?"
"Okay. Maybe once. But then I knew I didn't want to do that again."
Amy laughed and carried her beer with her to her bedroom where she started getting undressed. She kicked off her shoes and shimmied out of her skinny jeans. "You're right though. Guys are scratchier than girls."
"How many girls have you kissed?"
"How many guys have you blown?"
"I don't know. I don't keep track, do you?" he asked.
"Of guys or girls?"
"Yes," he said with chuckle.
"Only one girl and none of your damn business how many guys."
"So wait, how do you count a bukkake train? Do you count each guy or is that just one night of fun?"
"Fuck you," she giggled and then added a dose of truth. "There were never more than three guys, it only happened twice and one of them was my boyfriend. So, it counts as just one."
"Two, because it happened twice."
"Fine, two," she allowed. Amy unsnapped her bra and wiggled out of it without taking off her t-shirt. No reason to take off her t-shirt. A t-shirt and panties was how she usually slept.
"Did you really do that?" Mason asked. His voice changed. It was gentler and filled with sincerity. Amy hesitated before she answered. She had, but could she admit it?
"What if I said I did?" she asked.
"Truth?" he asked. He didn't want for her to answer. "Then I get instantly hard and beg you to go out with me."
"With you and half a dozen of your closest friends?"
"Depends. Can I lick you clean afterwards?" he asked.
"Actually..." she began and caught herself. "...that would be a good story." She nearly admitted how hot she found the suggestion.
"So how does it work, in real life?" he asked, his voice nearly as gentle and sincere sounding as before. That he couldn't quite pull off the same level of sincerity mattered to her.
"Do you really think it happened?" she asked, hoping she had added just enough sarcasm to throw him of track without over doing it and prove she was hiding something.
"No," Mason said before changing his answer to, "Maybe?" before he changed his answer again, "Wishful thinking on my part?"
"So you want me to be a cumslut?"
"I want you to be whatever you want to be," he said and it was said with such conviction, she knew he meant it. It was one of those little things she liked so much about him, maybe even more than his rugged good looks. She didn't mind what he asked next. "So, if it were to happen for real, how do you think it would go?"
"What do you mean?" she asked.
"I mean, who comes up with idea? Him? Her? The other guys?"
"Porn," she revealed from experience. "There's a small group, they're watching porn, something gets said about facials, the boyfriend says she likes them and you're off."
"Is that how it happened for you?" he asked. She heard the joking in his voice and decided to shock him.
"Actually, that's just how it happened."
"Bullshit!" Mason cried. "You are so lying."
"Did I leave out the part about there being liquor involved, too?"
"Stop it," Mason said, his voice very soft and quiet.
"I told you what would happen if you convinced me it was true."
"Instant hard-on?" she asked, laughing at him.
"For what it matters, yes."
"If I choose to believe you, I have a question," she said. He waited for it. "Why does that make you hard?"
"Because I'd want to be there."
"That would be cool, but I'd rather play clean-up."
"Liar!" she called, but when he was quiet she rethought her words. "Okay, really?"
"Maybe you've heard, I'm a cumslut."
"A real cumslut or a wanna-be cumslut?"
"Does it matter? Either way, I'd still do it."
Amy laughed. He made a good point. "So where do we find the guys? I broke up with that guy years ago."
"I don't know. There's only a couple guys I would trust, what about you?"
"Are you serious?" she asked.
"No, I don't think so. But when you ask a question like that, it gets my mind working. So yeah, I know maybe three guys I would trust to be part of something like that."
"Three guys who wouldn't care if you were licking me clean afterwards?"
"One of them might fight me for it. The other two? No, I don't think they would care. What about you? Do you know anyone?"
"Fuck, I can't believe you have me thinking like this," Amy said. She was getting aroused with the idea. "I guess I do. I mean, I could ask a couple guys I know."
"Just a couple? I said I knew three."
"I could find three," she said, unsure if she could. She knew two guys off the top of her head who would do it and not care what Mason did after they got off. She was sure she could find a third. "What difference does it make? It's not as if we're really going to do it."
"Why not?" Mason asked.
"I don't know. Because it's crazy, that's why."
"I like crazy, don't you?"
"I'd have to be a little drunk."
"And it would have to be in a hotel, because I don't want these guys knowing where I live."
"Okay," he said again.
"You're serious, aren't you?" she asked, finding herself turned on by the idea more than she was a believer in it happening.
"Why not? I'd do it if you would."
Amy laughed. She didn't believe a word of it. "Fine. I'll tell you what. You send me a picture of the three guys you have in mind. It has to be a naked picture and they have to be hard. You do that and I'll find my three."
"I can send you two of them right now."
"Bullshit," she giggled. "You have naked pictures of guy friends on your phone?"
"No, but I know where their adult profiles are and I can get to them."
"Fine. Send them and we'll talk about it tomorrow." She told him good-night before she stripped off her panties. She was horny and ready to let her fingers do the walking. As she began stroking herself, her phone buzzed with messages. She found pictures of two guys she didn't know on her phone. The men were naked and hard. She didn't believe him, but it was more fun to believe for the moment and get off to the idea. She had a very nice orgasm before she went to sleep.
The hotel was a nice one near the freeway. There was a bar and that's where she sat with Mason. He was smiling, but he looked nervous as he bought her another mixed drink. "You're going to get me drunk," she cautioned.
"You said you would need liquor."
"Yeah, but I don't want to be falling down drunk," Amy said. So far, none of his friends had shown up in the bar. She didn't believe it was going to happen. She hoped one or two of them would. She had already told Mason, if none of his people showed up, she wasn't going to do it. When she saw him looking at the doorway with a big grin, she downed the drink in front of her. Fuck it. She might need as much as she could get.
"Susan? Meet Harold and Terry," Mason said. They had decided not to use their real names. She couldn't be sure the guys she were meeting were using theirs. It didn't matter. The two guys looked like the guys in the pictures. They were handsome without being drop-dead gorgeous. Terry came across as being a bit too Metro for her tastes. She wondered if he was more gay than straight and decided it didn't matter. Picking up her phone, she sent a text message to the three guys she had contacted. She told them which hotel. Two of them had been with her those two nights with her boyfriend. The third guy? He was from their writing group. She hoped Mason wouldn't mind. Greg didn't make it to most of their meetings. Amy nursed her last drink of liquor for the night for twenty minutes until the rest of the guys arrived. Counting Mason, there were seven of them. Three from her and three from him.
The small parade of eight got a strange look from the desk clerk as they filed towards the elevator. They crowded in together and laughed at the desk clerk as they rode to the third floor. Amy had seen the room. It was a two room suite with the bedroom off to one side and small sitting area as soon as you walked in. Mason had pre-purchased a twelve hour pass of adult movies and had left the TV playing. It felt funny to walk into a room with porn playing. It felt funnier still to walk into a woman getting a facial. That's going to me, Amy thought. She went into the bedroom space. Mason followed her and closed the door.
"We don't have to do this," he told her. "I'll can go out there and send them away. Or send some of them away. Your call."
"Shut up," she said and she pulled Mason to her. She kissed him. It was their first kiss and it felt as good as she had hoped it would. When it was over, she smiled at him. "Get naked," she told him.
"Okay," he said. He tugged off his shirt without an argument. After kicking off his shoes, he wiggled out of his jeans. She saw he wasn't wearing underwear. Once his jeans were off, he was naked. "Better?"
"Not yet," she said with a racing heart. She kissed him again. This time, her hand grabbed at his cock and balls. She felt how his balls were shaved. She thought this was a crazy way to spend her first time with a man she liked, but didn't care. If this is what he wanted, and he had sworn it was, then why not? She felt him growing hard and kept kissing him. Mason did not try to grab her body. She wasn't sure if that was out of respect, nerves or lack of interest. Maybe he was as gay as Terry? She didn't think so, but how could she be sure? She pulled away from their kiss. "If you cum on me, you have to fuck me."
"Deal," he said. He was smiling and his eyes worked over her body. Was he attracted to her? She wasn't sure. She guessed he was or why else would he be here? Amy thought she was too skinny. She thought her tits were too small. She hated the way she could never find jeans that fit her narrow ass or bras that seemed to fit right. However, she was proud of her nipples. She had long, fat nipples that looked hard even when they weren't. It's what made bras so important to her. She needed to wear a bra to hide to stop guys from staring at her nipples. She wiggled out of her loose fitting jeans.
"I guess you should get the guys ready," she suggested. She knew she was sending him out there naked and with a hard-on. The guys she invited might freak a bit at his look. Fuck'em if they couldn't deal with it.
"Yeah," Mason said and he stole one more kiss before he swung open the door to the bedroom and strolled through it with his hard-on leading the way. She heard the bachelor party-like hoots and howlers as he entered the room and she smiled. Men will always be boys.
She finished getting undressed and wished she had another drink. It felt funny sitting naked in the bedroom of a hotel. It felt odder knowing there were seven guys on the other side of the bedroom door. She felt her nipples growing stiff. Her nipples didn't care. They liked the idea of what might happen. She rolled her eyes and said a quiet prayer to a God she doubted would approve of what she was about to do. She turned on the TV in the bedroom and watched the porn Mason had bought. The women in the porno were top heavy with fake tits. Damn, she hoped none of the guys cared about that. A few minutes later, there was a soft knock on the bedroom door before Mason stepped back inside. She saw his prick was still hard. That was fun. "How's it going?" she asked.
Mason stood inside the bedroom door and stared at her for a long moment before he spoke. "Fuck, you're hot," he said at last. His cock throbbed as he said the words and Amy was forced to believe he appreciated what he saw. "Can I touch you?"
"Touch me how?" she asked, confused by his request.
"I just want to feel you against me," he said, holding his hand out to her. She took it and allowed him to draw her into his arms. Their lips met again as he held her close. Her bare flesh felt good against his. She felt his aching hard-on and liked it. She thought about fucking him before they went into the next room and knew it was out of the question.
"Are they ready?" she asked.
"They better be," he said. "Are you?" She shrugged and then gave him a nod that she hoped looked more confident that it felt. He held her hand and opened the bedroom door.
As they had worked out in advance, all six of the other guys were as naked as Mason. Each of them were sporting hard-ons, too. Most of them were stroking their dicks as they turned to face her. In a strange way, it felt like a ceremonial salute. Seeing the six cocks (seven if she counted Mason) in front of her sent a jolt of excitement through her. The lights were turned down low. Most of the illumination in the room came from the TV still playing porn. She spied a pillow on the floor and knew there was only thing left to do: get to it. She knelt on the pillow and the men circled her.
Amy was surrounded by six naked men presenting hard cocks to her. Which cock belonged to which man barely registered with her as she looked at the line-up around her. Instead of noticing faces and their owners, she noticed the differences in lengths and girths. She noticed which men had shaved and which ones had not. She noticed big ball sacs and tight ball sacs. She saw the men were hard and a couple looked harder since she had entered the room. She reached for one of the men without looking up at him. She grabbed his hard cock and pulled him closer. He followed like a magnet being drawn to its polar opposite.
Amy wrapped her lips around the first man's cock and began sucking him. He felt large, full and eager in her mouth. She didn't know how close he was to an orgasm. She did and didn't care. Part of her wanted him to cum quickly on her. She wanted to feel the first "blessing" of semen sprinkled (okay, shot) against her face. From her previous experiences, she knew it could happen from any one of the guys. When she had done with her boyfriend and two of his friends, her boyfriend had been first to orgasm. And she never sucked his dick in front of his friends. He came from watching her suck dick.
She heard moans and appreciative murmurs around her. "Look at those tits," said one man. "Great fucking nipples!" said another. "Damn, I'd fuck that in a heartbeat," another swore. She liked hearing the comments. It wasn't vanity. The comments reinforced that someone else could see her sucking cock. Someone else saw her naked, on her knees and with a cock in her mouth. She didn't know or understand why that mattered to her. She didn't get why it played with her libido, but it make her pussy throb with need. She ached with desire at being watched. She didn't touch herself. She didn't dare. Lusting was better for her than satisfaction for now.
The cock in her mouth felt good. He was big without being the biggest. She reached at random for another cock. She held it in her hand without knowing its owner. Its owner didn't matter to her. She wanted to feel the difference. The cock in her mouth was thick and full. The cock in her hand was slender and long. She grabbed a different cock and felt its difference, too.
"Oh fuck," one of the guys said with a sense of urgency.