Kelly the Cum Dump: An Introduction

I look back in surprise. He laughs, aiming his steam into my eyes and nose and tells me to get back to work. I obey, licking his fresh piss combined with the old dried out piss caked on. By the time he's finished my face and hair is drenched with his piss.

"Ok that's clean enough, now come over here and lick my prick clean. Do you like being used as toilet paper?"

I crawl over and smile while lick the last drops of piss off of him, savoring the taste. Now that I have a better view of his cock, I realize that I do know him. Similar to how some people never forget a face, I never forget a cock. Every dick is unique and special to me - they each come with their own size, shape, color, taste and smell, almost like a signature.

"May as well clean up my ass while you're down there, slut."

I lower myself further down from my knees, so that I'm in between his spread legs while he stands there expectantly. I spread his cheeks and nuzzle my face into his ass, reveling in the musky scent and the taste of accumulated sweat. I plunge my tongue deep into his ass, smiling as this causes him to moan.

After several minutes of tongue fucking his asshole, I've started to get myself pretty worked up. My sensitive little clit is swollen and pulsing, just begging for attention as I moan into his ass. I love licking ass - to my its a symbol of my submission and inferiority to all men, a way of humbling myself before them.

Noting that I'm enjoying myself a bit too much, he says "Ok that's enough, you fucked depraved ass sucking cum whore."

He then tells me to lean over one of the toilets, with my ass in the air. At this point my pussy is so drenched that I can't hold myself back anymore, and I beg him to fuck me over the toilet. He slams my face into the water and flushes as he finally grants my pleas to fuck him.

He pulls my face out of the water by my hair and grunts "there slut, thank me for pissing on you, helping you clean yourself up afterwards and even fucking your worthless cunt."

I truly am thankful, which I try to communicate by milking his cock and praising him, "yes sir, you are so kind to me. Thank you for fucking this unworthy slut and showing her her place. Thank you for pissing on me and letting me taste it. I am so grateful that you let me clean your ass, you're so generous for letting me be your ass wipe. And thank you for helping this worthless whore get clean enough to be fucked by you."

He tells me to lick the rim of the toilet clean, and he shoves my face against it and fucks my cunt mercilessly. I cum with my breasts slamming against the toilet bowl and his balls slapping against my slutty cunt.

"That's it slut, cum while I make you into a toilet cleaner. That's what you were born to do - be a hole for cum and piss, and to clean toilets. You're such a lucky cumdump to have people who are willing to use you for what you are."

"Yesss, thank you sir!!" I scream, moaning and orgasming again as I lick the nasty dried piss and stray pubic hairs off the seat while thrusting myself back against him.

Finally he pulls out and cums on the back of my head, trying to rub in as much of as prick snot as possible into my hair.

I turn around and thank him while I kiss and clean his glorious cock, licking any trace of cum that I can get a taste of. He responds by spitting on my face, pulling up his pants, and heading to class.

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Checking the time, I realize that I'm running late for a session with one of my "tutors." It started out as peer tutoring arrangement, but we both quickly realized it would be a waste of both of our time to teach me anything since the only thing I cared about was cock! Now we meet in one of the private rooms in the library, and I keep his dick warm while he does both of our homework and then plays video games afterwards.

His prick used to get hard when we first started doing this, but now he has a girlfriend who fucks him all the time and he's pretty habituated to using me as a cockwarmer. He says it helps him focus better when his cock is resting in my warm mouth. Although it can be a bit boring for me to be kneeling there for hours just staring at his pubic har, I'm never really that opposed to having a cock in my throat and its really the least I could do in exchange for his help. Sometimes he pisses down my throat, commenting on how convenient it is that he doesn't have to stop playing skyrim to take a leak.

This time, about halfway through, he commented that I looked bored and said he thought he might have something to keep my mind 'occupied.' He reached into his backpack and pulled out a pair of nipple clamps and a vibrator.

As he was tightening the nipple clamps around my tiny, delicate pink nubs, he commented about how he had programmed this vibrator 'just for me.' I tried to focus and figure out what he meant through the haze of pain caused by the clamps. I would soon find out.

The vibrator came buzzing to life as he shoved it deep inside my pussy. I moaned around his cock, to which he responded by kicking me and harshly telling me that I needed to be quieter since we were in a library.

With my nipples throbbing and my cunt dripping, I could feel myself clenching around the toy as I approached an orgasm. Suddenly, it abruptly switched off, leaving me moaning in frustration. He looking down and chuckled at my plight, before going back to his game.

For several hours his 'specially engineered' device tormented me, taking me to the edge again and again only to leave me wanting. It was quite late in the evening when he decided to leave, ripping the nipple clamps without warning and smirking at my screams of pain, muffled by his cock. He then stood up and pulled the vibrator out of my pussy, and told me to clean it off which of course I did.

Without a word he left. I checked the time, wondering if I had enough time to finish myself without missing the last train home. I realized that I would have to wait, running as fast as I could in my 'fuck me' heels towards the station. I got on just in time, thanks to the only other man in the car who was kind enough to hold the doors for me.

I thanked him, and he responded by ogling my sexy body and outfit, as if he were undressing me with his eyes. I made eye contact and grinned, he quickly looked away and sat down on the other side of the cabin. I was worried that I made him feel uncomfortable, since I noticed his prick start to get hard.

He was an older middle aged guy who looked like he was coming home from a long day at work. I sympathized with him as it looked like it had been a long time since he had fucked someone who looked like me. He was pretty overweight and smelled like he hadn't showered in a few days. Still, who was I to discriminate against what appeared to be a poor man in need of some relief.

I noticed the wedding ring on his finger, and hesitated. I knew I could get in trouble for this, but it was a 30 minute ride home and we were the only two passengers so I thought it was worth the risk. Besides, I couldn't bear to spend the entire train ride home seeing him get all hot and bothered at the sight of me and not do anything about it. After all, I didn't dress this way so that I could give men blue balls, I did it so that I could show them that I'm just a fuckhole to be used. Even if he was married, he could be in one of those relationships where his wife doesn't know her job is service him and keep his dick happy. It wasn't like it would be emotional cheating, I was just helping him take the edge off after the sight of me caused a reaction he couldn't control.

I nervously approached him, unable to make eye contact. I cleared my throat and in the most earnest tone I could muster I said, "Excuse me sir, but would you like me to take care of that for you?"

He looked up with irritation and said, "What is this, some kind of joke? Are you some cop or prostitute or something? Or maybe you'll keep up that act just long enough to steal my wallet! I don't want any trouble, fuck off, you worthless hooker!"

Anxiously I resorted to instinct, which caused me to get down on my knees. "Oh no sir! I'm not that kind of girl. I would never make you pay money when you're letting me have the pleasure of worshipping your cock. I'm just a fuckhole, a human cum dumpster. I noticed your cock was hard and I thought it would be terribly rude not to offer to get you off."

He looked down at me with dubious curiosity. I took this as a cue to continue, pulling off my shirt and gave him a nice view of my enormous enormous rack. I put my hands on them, squeezing and looking up to say "You can play with my slut tits if you want, sir. Sluts like me are meant to exist to give men pleasure and that's all I wanna do, I promise sir."

I arch my back, displaying my breasts invitingly. He hesitantly extends one of his thick, dirty, calloused hands and squeezes my breasts hard, followed by him violently pinching and twisting my nipples.

"That's it..." I moan. "I'm just a fuck toy for men like you to use. Would you please let me give you a blowjob, sir? I'm such as good cocksucker, I promise! Nobody will have to know. When was the last time someone had your rod down their throat?"

He looked down sheepishly and said it had been a couple of years, and that his wife had lost interest.

"Oh please sir, then I insist that you let me give your prick the praise and worship that it deserves. I think its a woman's place to worship cock daily, and I think its a really horrible tragedy that your needs aren't being met."

He slouches in his seat and says, "Fine. Get busy, slut."

I begin to unbuckle his belt and pants, reaching into his boxers to pull his cock and balls out. He clearly hadn't bothered to wash or shave them for quite some time, but I don't mind. That's what sluts are for!

I quickly bathed his crotch with my tongue, moaning as I tasted the sweat and piss that had accumulated. I know I didn't have as much time to worship his cock as I would have liked, so I picked up the pace by ramming his cock down my throat where it belongs.

After several minutes of slobbing on his knob, my drool running down his cock as I worked to finish him off before the next stop, he pulled his cock out of my mouth. "You do anal, slut?"

I moaned and nodded in affirmation around the tip of his cock, and he told me to get on top of his cock and ride him with my ass. Eager to please, and knowing he was probably too old and fat to fuck me himself, I straddled his lap and began to milk his cock with my ass.

I looked out the window and recognized that we only had a few more minutes before the last stop, and I quickened my pace, my petite body straining with the exertion of getting this man off all by myself as quickly as possible. I knew he was close when he began to thrust back into me.

"Get back on your knees and suck the cum out of my cock slut!"

I quickly comply, hoping he'll quickly finish down my throat before the train gets to the station. I worked my tongue around the tip, lapping at his piss slit while I played with his balls. He groaned and sprayed his cum down my throat, pumping out jizz like he hadn't had any release in years. Usually I'm pretty good at swallowing all of a man's cum, but there was so much that it filled my mouth and overflowed onto my cheeks.

"Clean me up, slut!" Working quickly I fervently swirled my tongue around his cock, cleaning every trace of my ass off of him. With a final lick at his balls, I cleaned some jizz that spilled out of his pants. I returned put his dick back in his pants, and kissed it gently through the material while thanking him for letting me have his cum.

"Anytime, slut." he snickered as he spat on me.

I pulled my shirt back on quickly just as the train pulled into the station. I quickly reached into my pocket and gave him a piece of paper with my phone number. "Any time you need some release, just text me." I say.

He nods and puts the piece of paper into his pocket.

He might not ever text or call, but I still wanted to give him this option. I drink the cum of lots of married guys whose wives know about me. Usually the wives are happy not to have to service their husbands, and I'm glad to help out a guy in need who would otherwise be left sexually frustrated or to waste his cum by masturbating!

We both left wordlessly and I walked home with cum stains on my shirt and my asshole gaping. I smile as I can still taste cum and piss on my breath.

So this just an average day in the life of a slut - I try to make every aspect of my life dedicated to worshipping cock and pleasuring their generous owners. I used to be unhappy until I realized my true purpose in life as a cumdumpster. I drift off to sleep that evening dreaming of cock, smiling at the knowledge and fulfillment of being a cum depository. I pray that I will spend every day for the rest of my life sucking cock, worshipping balls, cleaning assholes, drinking piss and doing anything else to service any man who asks.