I love it when his cock stretches me. Any part of me. My cunt, my arse, or, as it’s doing now, my throat.
It’s that feeling of being full that turns me on so much. That delightfully submissive feeling that I get when I know my body is internally transforming just so it can accommodate his cock. Stretching and straining to fit his thick shaft, wherever it is he chooses to put it.
And I love his cum. I adore it. I dare say, on some occasions, that I need it.
I love that indescribable feeling of it seeping out of my sore, recently taken pussy. Not indescribable in that I can’t explain the physical sensation that almost half the adult population has experienced, but it’s the way it makes me feel emotionally that’s so difficult to explain. I’m not so sure that my emotional reaction is so usual amongst my fellow heterosexual women.
The foreign feeling intensifies when it’s dribbling from my arse - good God I feel so used when he fills my backside with his cum. Always so thick, always so white, always so plentiful - just how DOES he produce so much of it?!
Or my mouth. Sometimes he almost pulls out and cums on my tongue. I get to really taste it when he does that, and I get to play with it too. He makes me show it to him, as I swirl it around my tongue, playfully teasing him with his own load before I close my mouth and swallow him whole - always meeting his gaze with my piercing green eyes.
Other times, he forces his cock as deep down my throat as he can and cums almost directly into my stomach. I can feel the thick, pulsing vein of his cock against my tongue - and I enjoy every single spasm the tip of his cock can muster against the soft flesh of my inner throat.
I shouldn’t enjoy those times, I tell myself. I can’t breathe effectively, and my throat genuinely hurts (sometimes for days afterwards), as he fucks my mouth for his own enjoyment - seemingly irrelevant of my own pleasure.
But I do enjoy it. Fuck, I do. Just knowing that he’s claiming me so selfishly. Making me his own little fuck toy. I’m just proud to be able to take what he gives me, knowing that so very few would be able to handle him like I can.
And then his cum. Jesus, I love his cum. I never hated cum before… but to love it?
Something happened with him, something that’s not ever happened before - I went on a journey that ended in me falling in love with his cum.
I went from the proud housewife, to the unhappy one, to the unfaithful one, to the slutty one, and then, eventually, this one - the cum slut one. But not just a cum slut one, but a proud cum slut one.
And so here we are, a proud cum slut and her lover. We had parked the car and went for a little walk in the woods when he suddenly decided he wanted to fuck my mouth. Fucking my mouth, he had long ago decreed, is something he can do wherever he wants, and whenever he wants. Fucking my mouth is something he wanted to do now, against a tree, in the woods, and in a worryingly-enough clear view of the public footpath we’d just left.
Shit, this was naughty. I understood and acknowledged the ‘wherever, whenever’ rule some time ago, but the ‘wherever’ part tended to be in random rooms of his house. The ‘whenever’ part tended to be ‘whenever we were alone’.
But here I was, crouching down with my back against a tree and his cock in my mouth. I’m not on my knees, as they’d be too scuffed up on the woodland floor. My soles are on the soil, my legs bent, and my head against the oak behind me.
He was understanding enough to put his right hand behind my head, protecting me from the harshness of the bark. He was unforgiving enough to be fucking my mouth like it was my pussy, and it was all I could do to not gag on the cock that was fucking me so roughly.
I almost wish my husband walked by, if only so he could see what I was capable of becoming when with a real man. With a dominant man. With him, my lover.
I tried my best to look up at him, knowing how much he loved seeing my eyes water with the effort of taking him. He looked down, no doubt switching his attention between the green, watering eyes that he always says he loves so much, and my 40 DD breasts that were no doubt bouncing in tandem with each of his forceful thrusts.
I think I’ll play with them. Yes, that got an extra groan from him, as I take each breast in a single hand and almost lift them towards him, groping them as I do. Squeezing them together, the effect of making my cleavage more pronounced than usual.
He loves my cleavage. Very few women can boast the cleavage that I do, and in the hot and sticky air, I’ve had no choice but to wear a top that has them on show to the world - garnering a mixture of judgemental and jealous eyes wherever I go.
Sorry people, but I didn’t choose to be born with these breasts, but fuck me, I do enjoy it when I squeeze my nipples when he fucks my mouth. They are hard and I can feel them from over both my bra and top - and certainly feel them enough to take them between my thumb and finger and play with them as he fucked me.
I’m trying to suck him, too. Trying. Between each thrust, I’m trying my very best to suck him back into my throat, simultaneously sucking in the air I need to continue to be able to take his onslaught. My tongue works on his shaft, as well. I try my best to circle the tip of his cock when it’s out of my throat, and I hold it against his dick to help guide him back into my throat as he thrusts forward.