Transforming Genevieve Chapter Seven Part Two - Sex Stories

Transforming Genevieve Chapter Seven Part Two

... rubbed his cock against my lips, and I parted them so he could slip inside. Jerry meanwhile stroked his cock fast and hard and began oozing cum onto my face moaning as he did. Jim pulled out and hit me directly across the nose with his first shot, and then also oozed cum filling in the only spots that weren't already covered with this glorious cum bath.

Jim looked down at me and, with a broad smile on his face, said, "You're one fucking hot cum slut bitch!"

A Cum Slut, I loved the sound of it; I loved the feeling of being a lustful hot fucking Cum Slut for these seven cocks. I loved the feel of being pasted with a mixture of their hot, sticky, salty-tasting seaman. I slowly slid my hand along the length of my cum covered body, neck, and face spreading their combined cum all over me and pulling it up into my hair. I smiled widely at the collection of spend cocks surrounding me and each cocks happy owner and said,

"You boys have fulfilled my darkest fantasy. You've made me feel like a dirty little fucking whore cum slut."

I slowly turned and gave each spent cock a gentle kiss on the tip. Savoring the taste of each soft cock as I did.

As they all began to put their clothes back on, I just knelt there in the middle of Jim's living room, remembering the sensation of being used by so many cocks. Then something hit me. I realized that while I was busy being used, I had only one orgasm. I had fucked and sucked my way through seven cocks.

A sinking feeling of ...

... disgust came over me. This wasn't what I'd planned. This wasn't what I wanted. My lust for cock, my craving for hot cum, my wanton desire to be used by men had brought me to a place that disgusted me. This wasn't sexual gratification; this wasn't being intimate with a man. This was just allowing myself to become a cum depository. A place where men could shoot their seed, a woman to be used like some kind of inflatable fuck toy.

As they finished dressing, I stood up, and looking toward Jim, I said, "I need to shower."

Jim just shook his head and pointed toward the bathroom.

As I quickly walked toward his bathroom, I heard them start remarking what a great time they all had. High five's all around. They were happily reveling in the knowledge that they had reduced me to a wanton little fucking whore cum slut. I was disgusted with myself. My transformation had taken on an ugly, disgusting look.

As I showered, the tears began to flow. I allowed myself to go far beyond what I wanted and was scared as hell that I'd never be able to drag myself back. The fear that I would spend the rest of my active sexual years being men's cum slut was more than I could imagine.

Having scrubbed their cum from my body, I dressed and quickly left Jim's place. Tears of guilt cascaded down my cheeks the entire time I drove across campus to my apartment.

As I entered my dark, lonely living room, the reality of where I was headed came to me. I even considered filling my tub with warm water and ...