Dianna’s Awakening Chapter Seven - Sex Stories

Dianna’s Awakening Chapter Seven

... his still-stiff cock.

"Suck it." He demanded.

As I sucked his cock, I noticed Paul's face turn bright red, and an instant later; he came, his measly cum load oozing from his tiny cock and coating his fingers. I thought for a moment about demanding that my cuckold lick Steve's cum from my body, but I'm a greedy cum slut, and I wanted it for myself.

Steve's cock had shrunk to semi-erect, and he pulled his cock from my mouth, sitting back against the sofa's armrest as I began the process of collecting his spunk from my stomach, cleavage, and neck. I licked every drop from my fingers, then said, "His cum tastes so fuckin good."

The cuckold watched as I pulled wads down from my forehead and nose and savored the rich, thick creamy cum. He kicked off his pants and underwear and stood up, and as he walked toward the kitchen, his eyes remained focused on me. "You're a filthy cum loving slut," he said as he left the room.

Steve looked down at me and smiled, knowing what Paul had just said was true. I've awakened my real sexual personality, a sex-craving cum slut. "I love being a dirty cum bucket," I remarked.

"Do you want more?" Steve asked a silly question.

I didn't need to reply; instead, letting my actions speak for me. I pulled myself up to a kneeling position, his semi-hard cock directly in front of my face.

"Use that hot mouth to get me hard again," he said.

I licked at the tip for a moment, then let his smooth glans slip between my lips, pleasuring ...

... his cock head with my soft flesh. Steve reached out and placed one hand on my scalp, then pressed my mouth down over his cock head and along the shaft until his entire cock was inside my wet mouth.

My eyes were closed, so I didn't notice that the cuckold had returned, "You're gonna fuck her again," he said, acknowledging his re-appearance.

"Fuckin A right, I’m going to fuck her again," Steve replied.

I felt his cock begin to swell and surge toward my throat. That sensation is what I enjoy most, having a big hard cock respond to my talented mouth.

"Throat fuck the bitch," I heard Paul say, his voice sounding very close.

I opened my eyes and turned my head a little to find the cuckold seated on a kitchen chair right beside the sofa. In one hand, he held his cell phone, and the other was slowly stroking his limp dick. Paul intended to add to my growing gallery of phone porn.

I let Steve's cock slip from my mouth and turned my head, smiling at the camera with the tip of his cock head touching my cheek. "Get lots of pictures," I said.

For the next ten minutes or so, I concentrated my oral skills on just his cock head, licking the tip, sliding my tongue around the smooth corona, and letting his cock head slip between my lips. Paul snapped photo after photo.

"Take it deeper," Steve suggested with a demanding tone in his voice.

Paul must have captured a half dozen images as I let Steve's cock slip further and further into my hot wet mouth. As the tip wedged ...