Crying For Cum

At one point the need for his cum to fill me up was so great that I begged for it. It is some sort of sick game my body and mind play with each other. The mind knowing I cannot be filled with the potentiality that cum can bring–my body crying out for it literally. Crying and begging for him to fill me with his cum. The motion of his head shaking "no" in the dark made me cry harder. This need for cum was so strong in this moment of being fucked and still being asleep–woke up by cock, my pussy opening wide, the tip of your cock hitting my cervix, hurting, yet so good at the same time. Middle of the night sex is often my most vulnerable and freeing of moments.

You gave me this pounding that I have needed for quite some time. A pounding that was not punishment, but painful pleasure. Stretching me wide, thrusting into my depth, with each movement slamming my body into the mattress. It hurt and I wanted more–I took comfort in feeling your cock stab into me–in just feeling a pain that succumbed to orgasm.

My need for cock has been boundless lately, and you just appear to have inflamed this need.
That scent of your cock so close to me, your silhouette in the dark as your body movs to the other side of the bed where my head lay half dangling off the edge, your hardened cock now at my mouth–bounces at my lips. Breathing in, I never wanting to leave this scent of musky cock and cunt we have created. Wrapping my hungry, now very slutty and needy, mouth around the tip of you cock–longing to elicit that sweet and salty brine I tasted earlier.

My mouth parts open, then begins to stretch with each slow grinding thrust into my wet word hole. Your hands grabbing my mess of locks, forcing what doesn't need forced, pulling my face into all of you. I choke, but never gag–at that moment I am in love with your cock, in love with your balls that I am grasping and pulling in with each deep thrust into my mouth. I want you to cum in my mouth I want to taste you, drink you and and learn how to make you cum with only my lips.

But you don't let that happen–not yet. Between my legs, I grasp your cock guiding it and you  spread thighs wide open with you body, with your cock. Earnestly you begin fucking me, each trust harder, approaching a rhythmic cadence. The sounds of our bodies slamming together, the sound of the bed creaking in time below us–the symphony of fucking.

"cum on me, cum on me, cum on me"

I beg, plead and scream–the neighbors are probably begging for you to cum on me already. Finally the heat splats across my body, streaking across my belly, tits, hair and pillow behind me.

This weekend I have been a good hungry little cum slut.

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