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Cock Devotion: A Cum Junkie’s Manifesto

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I’m a certified cum junkie, and I’m proud of it! My mission in life is to milk your cock dry and get every last drop of that precious, sticky cum. It’s like a delicious treat, a creamy reward for my efforts.

The thought of a warm, gooey load sliding down my throat sends shivers down my spine. It’s like an addictive drug, and I need my daily fix. I salivate at the mention of it, my pussy dripping in anticipation.

I’ve honed my cock worshipping skills to an art form. My tongue will lap and lubricate every inch, ensuring not a single drop of pre-cum is wasted. I’ll swirl and slurp around the head, savoring the texture and taste, before taking it balls deep in my mouth.

Yes, I’m a professional at deep throating, too. I welcome the challenge of a nice, thick rod going down my throat. I want to feel the strain of a cock so deep it touches my soul. And the balls? Oh, baby, they’re not off limits.

I’ll caress and fondle them, blow hot air over them, ensuring they’re nice and engorged. I’m in it for the full package, you might say.

And when you’re ready to grant me my fix, I want you to empty your balls into my waiting mouth. But that’s not enough—I crave more! I want that warm cum inside me, filling my cunt and stretching my asshole. Imagine the sensation of a cum-filled snatch and a dripping, messy shithole. Heavenly!

I’m a sucker for big, juicy mushrooms too—the kind that make me drool. I’ll twirl that meaty head around like a lollipop, savoring every bump and ridge.

But here’s the cherry on top: I want you to fuck my face. Take me by the hair and force that big cock down my throat. Choke me with it—yeah, that’s the stuff!

And when you’re spent, blast your load all over my face and tits. Cover me in that warm, sticky cum. Let me rub it in and play with my nipples, feeling like a dirty, cum-drenched mess.

Chad’s Special Delivery

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I’d been eyeing up my coke dealer, Chad, for a while. He was a real piece of stubble-faced muscle, and I wanted him to give me a special kind of high.

I invited him in, and he knew exactly what I was offering. He smirked, called me a “naughty girl,” and went straight for the kill.

Chad tossed me onto the bed and started feasting on my freshly shaved pussy. His tongue worked wonders, and I couldn’t help but squirm and moan.But I wanted more. I craved his cock like a drug, and I begged him to give it to me. Chad obliged, pushing my legs apart and sinking his thick rod into my sopping cunt.

He pounded me hard, calling me his “little cum junkie.” I loved every degrading second of it. The way he used me—like a hole made for his pleasure alone—sent shivers down my spine.My body quaked as I came, soaking the bed with my juices. Chad kept pounding, determined to give me the biggest high of my life.And damn, did he succeed! I squirted like a fountain, leaving a puddle of shame and sheer pleasure on the sheets. Chad grunted, his own release finding its way deep inside me.

We collapsed, spent, yet I felt incredibly alive. Chad’s special delivery had just made me his permanent customer.

Back Alley Bedroom Confessions

Let me tell you about last night—it was filthy, and I loved every minute of it.

This dude kept giving me those hungry looks, like he wanted to take a bite out of my soaking wet cunt. Yeah, I got wet—suffer from a little exhibitionism, do I? But who doesn’t like to flash some skin?

So, he drags me to the local alley. Lucky me, right? Thinking about it makes my pussy tingle.He pins me against the wall and chokes me—hard. My eyes water, but the tears only turn me on more. His rough hands tear at my clothes, leaving me naked and vulnerable. Perfect!

Mr. Stud mumbles some dirty talk about owning me. Hell yeah, own me! Fucking possess me like the little whore I am!

Then, he’s on his knees, attacking my cunt with his tongue. I gasp and moan, feeling his breath on my soaking wet lips. He laps up my juices like they’re the last drink on earth—and I’m fucking thirsty.He stands up, his massive cock prominent, and guides my head down under. I suck him, tasting his manly essence, loving the way he grips my hair and controls our pace.

Slap, slap, goes his hands on my ass. My cheeks are on fire, and I know I’ll have a nice red reminder of this night.He pounds into me, and the alley echoes with the slapping of our bodies. My tits bounce with each thrust, and the dirty talk flows from my lips. I’m his whore, his slut, and I fucking love it!

His fingers dig into my ass, and he spanks me hard. The pain’s a thrill, running up my spine and making my cunt drip even more. I’m a mess, and I’ve never felt more alive.

This dude fucked me like I was born to be fucked. Rough, wild, and oh-so-dirty. And when he came, I felt like the filthy little cum dumpster I’ve always wanted to be.

My Dirty Pleasures:Sexy women masturbating

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Let me paint you a picture of pure debauchery. I’m lying on my bed, my hands wandering down my body, knowing exactly what’s about to go down. I’m a horny mess, dripping wet, and eager for some rough pleasure. My fingers glide smoothly down there, but I crave something bigger. Something real. I want a real cock to fuck me silly and make me forget my own name. Instead, I grab my favorite toy, a lifelike replica of the real thing. It’ll have to do for now. I scamper like a little slut, my hands working the fake shaft, imagining it’s you, my dear pervert. Thrusting and pumping, I’m soon gasping, my breath catching in my throat. My entire body convulses as waves of pleasure overtake me. But it’s not enough. I yearn for the real deal, to feel a strong man use my body. I’m a desperate little cum bucket, and I need a fix. Maybe tonight, I’ll find what I seek.

 

Naughty Neighbor’s Wet Adventure

Naughty neighbor phone sexI’m that girl—the slutty neighbor every guy drooled over. My petite frame clad in revealing dresses drove them wild, and the thought of their lusty gazes turned me on.

One day, leaving the building, I noticed a certain neighbor staring—his eyes fixated on my cleavage. I smirked, knowing the effect I had on him. Little did he know the effect he’d soon have on me.

As I stepped into the elevator, a naughty idea struck. I slipped a hand into my soaked panties and began finger-banging my hungry pussy.Unbeknownst to me, he’d followed me in. And there he stood, a lustful smirk on his face, his massive cock out and ready.

The elevator doors began to close, and I had a choice: be a good girl or embrace the slut within. Fuck it, I thought, going straight for his constitution.I stroked his meaty pole, coating it in my juices. Then, I begged him to bend me over and impale me. He had me against the wall, my back arched, my ass pointed at him.

But this horny neighbor had a kinky side. Instead of my pussy, his thick cock found my tight asshole. He stretched me out, making me moan and whimper. My fingers never stopped working my clit, and the feeling of his rod in my bowels was heavenly.His balls slapped against my wet cunt, and I could taste his desire as he held my head and thrust into my mouth. We were making our own naughty neighbor porn, and the only sensible thing to do was to ride that cock until neither of us could stand.

I came hard, my juices dripping down my thighs. He grunted, releasing his load—a warm, thick blast that left me satisfied and basking in the glory of our taboo tryst.

The Corporate Cock Sucker: My Office Tale

Some might call me a corporate slave, but I’m the one in control. See, I’ve got a talent, a very special skill that keeps me afloat in the world of suits and briefs. I’m the queen of cocksucking, and my boss is my greatest fan.

Wearing the pants in this power dynamic doesn’t phase me. In fact, I CRAVE it. There’s something about being on my knees, looking up at my boss—a god in his expensive suit—while I pleasured him. Oh, yes, the power play is real.

I’ve mastered the art of sliding his thick prick down my throat. The way he groans, his eyes rolling back in ecstasy, is music to my ears. And when he comes, spraying his load in my mouth, he calls me a ‘hot sexy woman’—the irony doesn’t escape me.

He’s a misogynist, no doubt, but his wallet’s fat, and his cum’s delicious. So, I play the part of the submissive office whore, keeping my mouth shut and my eyes down—except when I’m looking up at him adoringly, that is.

It’s a game, a dance, and I’m the leading lady. Each time I crawl under that desk, I leave a little bit of my dignity behind. But hey, it’s worth it. Getting drenched in his cum and hearing those filthy compliments keeps me going.

This corporate cock sucker’s got her priorities straight. And as long as she’s getting what she wants, the world can keep spinning.

The Sissy Switch: When Roles Reverse

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I stood beside my husband, watching our guest, his eyes downcast, anticipating my instructions. The role reversal was a thrilling twist, as I, the sissy trainer, prepared to transform another man into a submissive slave.

The sight of my husband’s chiseled physique, contrasted by the submissive male’s slender frame, ignited my desires. I began the training, my voice firm and commanding.

The submissive’s eyes widened as I presented him with a skimpy maid’s outfit, his cheeks flushing in embarrassment. I ordered him to change while my husband and I shared a mischievous glance.

The new sissy emerged, his small cock peeking out from the lacy maided panties. I smiled, relishing my power, as he blushed, aware of his humbling situation.

I made him work for his pleasure, starting with some cuckold fantasy roleplay. I had him clean the entire house—vacuuming, dusting, and mopping—with his tongue and tiny sissy hands.

Then came the moment I’d been waiting for. I straddled the submissive’s face, forcing him to worship my husband’s and my cunts. He licked and sucked, his nose buried in our steaming folds, as we moaned in delight.

But the true test was yet to come.

I instructed him to take a huge dildo, penetrating his willing ass, while we watched, masturbating to his humiliating performance.

He pleaded for more, and I granted his wish, riding him hard, dominating his body as my husband cheered me on.

The night ended with us satisfied, the sissy remains a quivering mess, and I, proud of my sissy training skills.

Plumber’s Cock: A Blowjob Story

Yeah, you know me, always up for a nasty tale, and this one’s a mouth-watering delight!

So, Joe, my sexy plumber, was bent over fixing my sink, and let me tell you, the view was breathtaking. His jeans strained against his thighs, and that delicious package was right there, begging for attention.

I couldn’t resist any longer. My knees bent and went straight for his massive cock. He looked up, surprised but definitely not disappointed, as I wrapped my hands around his thick shaft.

It was time to show off my blowjob skills. I swallowed that bad boy whole, using my tongue to tease and please him. I bobbed my head up and down, taking him deep into my throat, making sure to leave plenty of saliva coating his shaft.

Joe let out little grunts of approval, his hands grabbing my hair gently. I worked my magic, adding some twirls and licks for good measure. I could hear his breath quicken, and that just made me even more determined to milk him dry.

But this plumber had a surprise for me. As I worked, he reached under his overall and whipped out a pair of handcuffs. My heart raced as he cuffed my hands behind my back, leaving me vulnerable and at his mercy.

That just made the blowjob naughtier and kinkier. With my hands trapped, I could focus solely on giving him head, and damn, did I enjoy it!

He groaned and grunted, telling me I was the best “repair” he’d ever had. And when he came, it was a creamy, sticky mess that I gladly swallowed.

He unpacked his tools, and I Untied me, leaving me breathless and craving more.

Guess who’s plumbing was working just fine after that? Cue the dirty laughs!

My Sex Therapy Sessions: An Unexpected Journey

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When my therapist suggested an alternative approach to my deepest desires, I was curious and a little nervous. But, boy, did I embrace the ride!

He started off slow, asking me to envision my ultimate fantasies. I described a world of erotic dominance, a place where I was in control and left my mark on willing participants.

Little did I know that my shrink had a few tricks up his sleeve. He suggested a live demonstration, an indulgent role-play to help me unlock my hidden potential.

The session took an unexpected turn when he produced a crop and told me to demonstrate my skills. The power rushed through me as I saw his eyes gleam with anticipation.

I ran my fingers down his pants, savoring the effect I had on him. With a naughty glint in my eye, I knees and went straight for his jugular—I mean, his crotch.

The moment my lips touched his thighs, I could feel his excitement surge. I looked up at him through my lashes, and he grasped my head, guiding my mouth to his aching member.

I took him deep, showing him the art of my throat’s caress. The muscles in his face strained as he fought to maintain control. But I wanted him to lose it, to submit to my will.

As I worked my magic, the room filled with his moist groans, a symphony of sensual delight. And when I felt him explode, the satisfaction was akin to conquering the highest peak.

Our sessions became legendary—a journey of discovery, power exchange, and intense orgasms. He unlocked my true nature and helped me claim my title as the dominant vixen I was meant to be.

Those sex therapy sessions were more than just kinky experiments; they were a revelation, a gateway to embracing my inner sensualist.

My Boss’s Cock Servant: A Oral Servitude Story

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Working late nights has its perks, especially when your boss has a penchant for oral fixation. I wasn’t the type to complain about my boss’s unusual requests—as long as his wallet was fat, I kept my lips sealed.

There I was, bored out of my mind, when he dropped the “blowjob” bomb. I knew the drill. Under the desk I went, mouth wide open, ready to swallow his every pump.

He never missed a beat, pounds of pleasure pulsating in and out of my throat. I’d mastered the art of deep-throating him, earning me boasting rights among my friends.

As he thrust, I imagined myself as the office whore, a mere cum dumpster for my superior’s delight. The thought sent shivers down my spine, making me even wetter.

His cock felt like a piston, going in and out with force. I gripped the desk for dear life, taking each thrust like a champ. The way he rough-handled my mouth made me feel like the dirtiest girl alive.

When he finally released, it was like winning the sexual lottery. His warm, thick load flooded my mouth. I savored the moment, his praise ringing in my ears.

“That’s what a real woman’s made for,” he’d say, smacking my ass.

I smiled to myself, thinking about the tonight’s payday and how I’d spend his hard-earned dough. Such a lucky girl, eh?

It was a mutually beneficial relationship. He got his rocks off, and I got my fix of kinky office sex.