Building a spunk addiction

Several days ago, Jennifer was sucking off a drunken young local man in one of her favorite alleyways next to her apartment. She happened across him while on her way home from a lady's night at the mall. He had tailed her all the way from the bus stop. With a pussy dripping with anticipation, she had deliberately made her way to this isolated area so that he could do whatever he wanted to her. When she slowed down her pace in the dimly lit street for him to catch up, he groped her tits from behind the moment he was in range. Before long, she was seated on a low concrete outcrop meant to fence off a storm drain, the top of her tight yellow dress pulled down to expose her round naked tits, and her lips and right hand enthusiastically stroking his shaft. As he happily watched her willingly slurp him up, he slurred out all sorts of dirty things in his local language. Having lived here for so long, she picked up on what each one of his words meant in English, and somehow, the one thing that made her pussy suddenly spasm was when he called her a 'cum loving slut', seconds before the tip of his dick started spewing jet streams of his thick spunk. The moment the hot and salty jizz splashed onto her taste buds, she was suddenly overwhelmed by a euphoric high, unable to control a constant rhythmic moaning as she continued to jack off the spurting fountain inside her tightly sealed mouth. Her throat danced to swallow over and over until the constant rapid shooting stopped, but her lips did not. She kept on sucking on the still extremely hard dark skinned dick, spurred on by the lingering scent and intoxicating taste.

Her glazed eyes gazed up at the local man's grinning face, listening to him indignantly narrating her new life story as a willing foreign slut for the local cock. He spoke a gospel truth that no sane woman would ever want to believe, but the more he claimed that she had wanted his cum from the moment she saw him, the harder she sucked, hand leaving the shaft to rapidly slam her face straight down into the hilt over and over. Her pussy gushed from the slippery sliding of her fingers, her thoughts fixated only on things that she would never have thought she was even capable. Her every mental word and expression affirmed his claims as her own, slowly transforming her into the very thing he wanted her to be with each **** stroke. When the inevitable surge of liquid once again began emptying out of the tip of the pulsating glans, Jennifer was braced and ready for the mouthful of her newly discovered most favorite thing in the world, draining every hard pump, tasting and savoring every drop until the satisfying gulp straight down her throat, heavily shuddering as her own pleasure peaked hard over the edge. Not once did her bated muffled mewls stop, until the beast in her mouth had settled and slipped straight out. Her ecstasy fueled gaze matched with her lip licking pants. She could see he was extremely satisfied with what he saw, moments before he turned around to stumble back the way he came without another word.

Ever since then, her views and disposition to her situation as a slut for the local men changed. Her head was then filled with thoughts and fantasies of big hot loads dumped into her holes and onto her skin. The mere notion of the idea that she was liking the everything about cum made her cunny gush and her body hot. They were things that she had experienced many times before, but she now looked at them in an entirely different light. In an almost obsessive mental rant over this new revelation, she came to the realization of the main reason why she was enjoying life so much on this strange island city.