Cum Slut

I finish, and look around. Everyone was staring at me. But instead of feeling embarrassed, I felt... vindicated. This is where I belong. On my knees in front of hot guys, with big cocks... with loads of cum in me and on me. I look over at Marcus, who's dick was starting to harden again, watching the little cum slut that I am swallow all that cum.

"Michelle.. do you got a guest bedroom I can borrow," he asks.

"Of course... through the doors and up the stairs. Second door on the right."

"Thanks," he says, walking over and holding his hand out to me. Without a thought I grab it, as he leads me back into the party room.

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Our time in the main room was short lived. I looked down at my cum stained dress. There was a big wet stain a bit below my belly button from my pre cum and splotches here and there on other parts of my dress from the boys. All eyes could've been on me, but quite frankly, I was in no state of mind to even think about anyone else in the room. The only thing that was on my mind was I'm on my way to get more cum...

Watching my step, I carefully followed Marcus up the stairs, one hand holding onto the bannister, the other holding onto him. We creaked into the guest bedroom and I attacked him in a passionate fury. I jumped onto him, wrapping my legs around his waist, planting my mouth on his. He held me up with no effort and we shared an aggressive kiss. Still in his arms, he sat down on the bed, my dress riding up completely exposing my panties and my hard dick poking out of it. Our tongues continued to dance. Biting his lip playfully, I giggled, "Hard for me again... daddy?"

"Doesn't look like I'm the only one, baby," with one hand on my back he reached around and stroked my dick for a few seconds.

"Mmmm," I moan. Almost deliriously I whimper out, "I need your cum."

"Hmm? What was that shawty?"

"I need your cum, daddy," I say more clearly, but with slightly gritted teeth in an almost animalistic horny state.

"You're gonna get more of it, slut. But I need something from you."

"What is it, daddy?"

"Your ass." Pulling my thong to the side, he sticks a finger inside my asshole.

"OH," I scream out at the invasion. This foreign feeling was initially painful, but my horniness quickly overrode it, and I got used to it. More than that, I enjoyed it. But it didn't matter if I enjoyed it or not, if he wanted my ass he could have it. I needed his cum. By any means necessary. Still kissing him, I break away, inches from his face, sweating, "Stick it in already... Please..."

Taking his finger out, he lifts me slightly off his lap, lining dick up with my hole. I reach back and help him guide it inside me. As soon as the head of his monster cock slides inside me, I lose it. I collapsed into him, moaning into his shoulder, "Oh my god....."

"Shhh, baby just relax. Push out as I'm pushing in."

I do as I'm told, and slowly but surely his cock begins to slide fully inside me. He bottoms out into me and holds me there. My eyes and mouth open wide as feelings of pain and pleasure take over. Yanking my hair back, our eyes lock, straddling him with his dick deep inside me, he says, "You're mine, bitch. Now ride my big fat cock."

I do as I'm told, as best I could being as inexperienced as I was. With my hands on his shoulder I bounce up and down on his big cock. I didn't even try to hide my moans and screams, as I whimpered out in pleasure each time his dick impaled me. "YES, YES, YES DADDY."

He lifted me up, laying me on the bed on my back, my legs flailing in the air on either side of him. He ripped my thong off, bringing my ass to the edge of the bed, lining his dick back up with my hole. I helped as best I could, out of breath, ready for Marcus to continue rocking my world.

His dick quickly found its target, and whereas before I was doing some of the work, it was now Marcus' turn to take COMPLETE charge. I was his to do what he pleased with. To use. He could do anything he wanted to me. In that moment, as long as he gave me his cum after, I'd do anything.

With his hands on my hips, he drove in and out of my ass. More lustful moans and screams emerged from me. "DADDY ... YES ... KEEP GOING .... I NEED IT."

"You're a loud fuck baby. You know everyone can hear you downstairs?"

"I DON'T CARE... GIVE IT TO ME... PLEASE..."

"Give you WHAT slut," he said, continuing to rail the ever living shit out of me.

Breathing heavily, "YOUR DICK... YOUR CUM... PLEASE."

"Mmmmmmm. If you want it slut. Here it comes.... Get ready for it... FUCKKKKKK."

I feel his dick pulse inside my hole, and a torrent of his thick seed follows suit. I'm sent over the edge, immediately cumming myself all over my stomach and dress.

"Mmmmm... daddy...." I whimper out, overwhelmed with all my pent up sexual energy. Marcus fucked it out of me. No, DADDY, fucked it out of me... and I enjoyed it... What this meant for my future, I wasn't too sure. All I knew was, I just had the best night of my life... And I want to do it again... No... I NEED to do it again.

Marcus collapsed into me as jet after jet of his cum unleashed inside me. I squeak out another moan. He pulls out, and begins to walk off. Some of his torrent of cum spills out of my hole onto the bed. I lifted my head up as best I could as Marcus put his boxers back on, making his way out the door.

Laying there, in a pool of cum, I quietly say to an empty room, "Thank you, daddy," and pass out.

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I wake up the next morning, with a headache, in an empty bed. Now under the covers, i get up from the still wet bed, making my way to the door to see a note.

"Hey, girlie! GOOD MORNING YOU CUM SLUT! Thank you so much for making last night so much fun! I left you some clothes on the dresser. Get yourself cleaned up and come downstairs to join us for breakfast! Seeing as you owe me a new pair of panties... we're going shopping! See you soon! - Michelle."

My eyes went to the floor to see her thong I was wearing ripped basically in half. Giggling, thinking back to my night, I look over at the dresser to find a baby blue laced thong and romper. Smiling, I grab it and start to make my way to the bathroom for a shower.

Before leaving the room, I quickly run back to the soiled bed, and take a whiff of the sheets. I moan out in delight smelling hints of sex and cum on the sheets. Yep... It wasn't just the alcohol... I was still a cum slut. And instead of being upset... I was.. relieved. I finally found myself. And I didn't care if it seemed degrading... or embarrassing... or slutty... or whatever. I was proud of being a cum slut. I wanted more cum. I needed more cum... Well, get in that shower girly and get your day started!

Smiling, I skipped to the bathroom. I was going to get more cum today... one way or another.