The Sweetener - Sex Stories

The Sweetener

... language, then a man said, “Now, whore, we are going to fill your pussy with our sperm. You will be our little cum bucket. You like that, yes?” “Yes,” Patricia said hoarsely. There was no other answer. Anyway, this gave her time to recover from everything else that had happened, even though the position she was in made her legs ache. The mattress bucked beneath her. She could sense that there was more than one man there. At first she tried to keep count, but gave it up almost immediately. It was impossible to tell how many men there were, except that there were many. There was a lot of panting and grunting. In her mind’s eye she saw them, wanking over the funnel as they stared at her bound breasts, then shooting their cum into the thing. She could feel it as load after load trickled down through the funnel and out into her vagina. Load upon load of creamy spunk, filling her up until she felt sure her pussy must overflow. Then, as the grunts stopped, and the foreign babbling took over, she felt something else, that must have been inserted through the funnel. At first she didn’t understand what it was. Then plastic touched her lips. She eased her tongue out, identifying the thing as a tube even before a voice said, “Now, dirty whore, you will suck all of that cum out of your pussy and swallow it.” Patricia had found herself in some pretty kinky situations in her life, but none could match this. It didn’t even matter to her if she found it degrading or not any longer. There ...

... was only one thing to do; obey. She began sucking on the end of the tube. It seemed to take forever for the liquid to finally arrive in her mouth. When it did, it was lukewarm and spicy. She wouldn’t have been able to identify the spices even if she’d wanted to. “Swallow that cum,” she was told. “Drink it down. Is good for you. Cum from pussy.” She sucked and sucked on the tube, swallowing at intervals, and feeling the men’s combined seed slide down her throat. “Very good whore,” a voice said. “She has skill!” It may have been a compliment of sorts, but to Patricia it now felt as if she was feeding on her own shame. There seemed to be a never-ending supply, too. She sucked and sucked and swallowed and swallowed. It seemed impossible that she should be doing this. It wasn’t that she was a prude by any stretch of the imagination, but this… It wasn’t that it was degrading, it was more the shame of enjoying being at the mercy of these men, of enjoying prostituting herself. And it had to be. Of course it did. “By any means necessary.” Patricia was driven home in the early hours of the morning. By then she’d been through a second round, which would forever remain something of a blur in her memory. All that she knew was that her holes had been pounded until every part of her ached. She dimly remembered sitting on some kind of vibrating apparatus while men fed her cock. She came and came, and cum was fired over her face and tits. Most of Sunday was spent asleep. When she was awake, ...