Dianna’s Awakening Chapter Four - Sex Stories

Dianna’s Awakening Chapter Four

... erect cocks I began sucking them and stroking the next in line. As they moved around me, I looked up at each lustful male face and pleaded for their load, "Cum in my mouth, cum on my face, paste my slut eyes closed with your thick hot sauce," I begged over and over again.

And one by one, they each gave me what I begged for; those that weren't shooting a cum load at me were standing aside and jerking off so they could add their sexual signature to my face. I lost count of the number of men who coated my flesh, but when the final one emptied his balls, I was covered with it, my eyes stung from the sperm that seeped behind my eyelids, my hair was streaked with cum that overshot their target, and I felt the way I looked a lustful mature cum slut.

Most of them safely tucked their spent cocks back inside their pants and, having accomplished what they intended, made their way out of Excitement Video. A few returned their attention to the latest sexy stripper, pleasuring them visually with her lush body. Not a single one paid me much attention once they'd deposited their thick, sticky load on my face.

I found the restroom and, once inside, stared at my reflection in the mirror, an image that scared me a little. My face was utterly coated, dark streaks of mascara mixed with sticky cum stretched down from my eyes across my cheeks, and where one had missed his target, my hair was stuck to my scalp. So, this is what a real cum slut looks like, I thought, used by countless men ...

... as a place to deposit their thick loads. My sweater was stained by what had dripped from my chin, and my eyes were bloodshot from the wads that had seeped behind my eyelids. As I tried to remove the residue of their sperm from my face and hair, I began to feel like a used cum slut, and tears welled up in my eyes.

What had started as a search for satisfaction with one lover, a man who could provide what my husband couldn't, had become a nearly constant infatuation with a big rock-hard cock. Paul had warned me that the path I was following would change me, and I had to admit that since that first time with Jerry, I'd become a changed woman. The question I asked myself was, should I continue along my chosen path?

As I drove home from Excitement Video, I contemplated that question, evaluating the pros and cons of my new sexual lifestyle. The pros were easy to list; I'd fulfilled my need for the sensation of having my throat cunt, and asshole stuffed by two well-endowed men and the incredible feeling of being brought to orgasm as they fucked me. I'd gotten past the idea that my mature body was unattractive to men and had become comfortable with being completely naked in their presence. Yes, the pros all made me feel special again. As for the cons, I had let myself surrender to the idea that more is better, that allowing any man who wanted to present me with his erect cock, and I would be willing to pleasure him with my mouth, throat, and cunt. I'd allowed every man who wanted ...