Introspection and Indulgence

The rest of the night was a blur.

It’s weird to call it a blur since you remember everything in vivid detail. You just felt like it ended all too quickly.

You’re back in bed with Brooke. She’s sleeping soundly in your arms, clean from taking a quick shower after what you did to her. She’s resting her head on your chest instead of a pillow, and you’re not surprised why. All your other girlfriends say they sleep better when they’re next to you.

You, on the other hand, can’t sleep. Thankfully, it’s not because of all the shit that made you space out during your date with Brooke. Shit, you completely forgot about that, to be honest.

Crap.

Shouldn’t you be worrying about that?

Then an image flashes in your mind once more that stops you from even considering that question.

It’s Brooke. Naked. Covered in Cum. Covered in your cum.

Her face, coated with it.

Her lips, still drooling with what’s left of what you deposited there.

Her tits, smeared with multiple loads of it, and even drops of cum falling from her nipples.

Her belly, covered in what you unloaded there, as well as cum flowing down from her cleavage.

Fuck.

You actually got hard again just from the memory.

‘Didn’t you just finish fucking Brooke a few minutes ago?’ You ask yourself; and since your brain is currently being controlled by your dick, it answers your question with a resounding—

‘So?’

You lick your hand, covering it with your saliva, before you start stroking your cock to the memory of something you just did a few minutes ago.

You remember how it started — spraying your first load over her tits while she played with your frenulum using her thumb.

You then think back to how Brooke used her cum-covered tits to wrap around your cock for a titty fuck. You spit on your hand to get it just as lubricated as it was earlier, imagining it’s Brooke’s tits that are wrapping themselves around your cock again. You remember how soft they still were despite them being surgically enhanced. The image of her pinching her nipples while she jiggled her tits with your cock between them, then comes to mind.

UGH! You’re reminded of how she had her tongue out to lick the tip of your dick when you started moving your hips to fuck her tits. You remember that was the kicker that got you to cum on her chest the second time.

OH! That’s where some of the cum on her chin and neck came from! The realization gets you to speed up your stroking a little more. Not enough that you might wake up Brooke though, since that’s something you’re actively avoiding to not ruin her sleep. Still… the fact that you even got horny just from the memory of it… and it wasn’t even that long ago!

It begs the question…

Why are you so into this shit?

You don’t even like the idea of even touching your own cum, but covering someone with it is something that gets you going?

Another flash of Brooke’s cum covered body basically answers your question.

It’s not that.

At least, not how you initially thought it was the reason. Once you actually give it some thought, seeing her covered in cum isn’t as appealing to you as the idea of covering her in it.

So, you’re more into the process than the end product?

Makes sense, ‘journeys and destinations’ and all that.

Satisfied with your realization for now, you move on with your trip down memory lane and remember what came next on your so-called journey to covering Brooke in your cum.

After she gave you a tittyfuck, you remember getting off the massage table and telling Brooke to lie on her back. You remember spreading her legs wide, before finally penetrating her with your tip. You remember her body shaking from just that, and her asking you to hold her hands before you penetrated her deeper. You remember her arms, squeezing her cum covered tits together as you held both her hands.

That was the moment you can pinpoint something snapped in you. You remember just ravaging Brooke in different positions, cumming wherever you felt like it.

Fucked her missionary, came on her face.

Fucked her on her side with her leg on your shoulder, came on her belly.

Fucked her doggy, came on her ass and back.

Fucked her while she was on top, came inside her.

Fucked her throat, came inside her mouth.

As these moments flash through your mind, a sudden pang of guilt hits you as you realize that, in hindsight, this was your first time actually having sex with Brooke… and you treated her like a sex doll. You had your way with her with reckless abandon. Only focused on fulfilling your desire to cover her in your cum. Not even considering what would have possibly made her feel good. You don’t even remember if she came or not.

You look towards Brooke again, still sleeping on your chest, and you notice she has a smile on her face as she rests. The pang of guilt subsides a bit.

‘She didn’t seem to mind.’ You think to yourself. Still, that was probably the first time since your first time you’ve selfishly fucked someone while only caring about your own pleasure. Your times with Cassie, Stella, Tanya, and Viv have all been, to an extent, focused on how you could make them feel just as good as what you’re feeling.

Tonight though…

“Who’s my little cum dump?”

The memory of you asking Brooke suddenly flashes in your memory.

“I AM! I’M YOUR LITTLE CUM DUMP!”

You remember Brooke shouting with fervor while you were pounding your cock deep inside her.

It sounds straight out of a porno.

You can’t believe you asked her that.

‘Who’s my little cum dump?’... REALLY!?

You sound like you used to go to Epstein Island with that shit.

Then again…

“I AM! I’M YOUR LITTLE CUM DUMP!”

She did say it…

… or maybe, you got her to say it?

You grip your cock a little tighter after that. You know which scenario turns you on a lot more.

Is that what this is about? Feeling like you were in full control of Brooke? Is that why you’re still exhilarated and can’t get enough of the memory?

‘Jesus Christ, can’t you just jerk off without having to psychoanalyze yourself?’ You suddenly think to yourself.

‘I KNOW BRAIN!’ You mentally answer… yourself.

‘You’re literally playing with your dick and you still won’t start thinking with it.’ You then point out to yourself.

You then mentally slap yourself to stop attacking… yourself.

“Wow. You really are used to fucking four women at once.” You suddenly hear.

“AH!” You gasp in surprise. You look at Brooke, awake, and with a curious look… down to where your hand is.

“AH!” you gasp in guilt, as your hand lets go of your cock. You look back at Brooke, who still has that curious look, but a bit of worry mixed in there. You’re about to make up an excuse for what you’re doing, but you notice Brooke glance back down there, making you glance back down there; only to see your still very much erect cock standing at attention.

“AH!” you gasp in guilt once more, before getting the blanket to cover yourself up. Brooke can’t hold back her amusement much longer, and starts laughing at your panicked state; and maybe even how the blanket doesn’t really help as it just forms a tent on top of your erection.

“You do realize you’ve used that thing to fuck me, right?” Brooke asks you sarcastically. “It’s not like it’s something I haven’t seen before.” Brooke points out, before pulling the blanket back to reexpose your erection.

“So~...” Brooke says, before gripping your cock for herself. “Wishing the others were here?” Brooke then asks, still stroking your cock.

“What?” You ask in confusion.

“Since you’re used to doing it with multiple women at once, I suggested something that could maybe simulate that, you know? Getting multiple loads off for yourself, I mean; but I guess you weren’t fully satisfied.” Brooke explains.

“What are you talking about?” You ask her playfully, shutting down her suggestion that you weren’t satisfied earlier. “This…” You say, pointing to your dick that she’s still jerking off, “... is from me just thinking about what we did. It got me hard again just thinking about it.” You inform her.

“You don’t need to stroke my ego, Jay. I know I’m not…” Brooke tells you in an assuring voice, before pausing both her sentence and her jerking you off, unable to continue her thought.

“You know you’re what Brooke?” You ask her. You even give her an opportunity to say it.

…

“That you’re not enough?” You finally complete her thought for her, and Brooke has a look of shock that you read her mind.

“I’d like to think you can’t even finish the thought because you know how much of a betrayal it is for me to make you feel that way.” You tell her, before caressing her cheek with your hand. “You’re more than enough, Brooke… and that’s why I can’t get enough of you.” You tell her sincerely.

“Yeah?” Brooke asks shyly.

“Yeah.” You answer her, before giving her a kiss.

“Then why didn’t you tell me you were still horny?” Brooke asks you.

“I know how much you hate it when your beauty sleep is ruined.” You answer her jokingly.

“Oh, please.” Brooke responds dismissively.

“Okay, okay. Truth is, I really was ready to sleep… but the image of your body covered in cum just kept replaying in my head and I couldn’t contain myself any longer.” You tell her, as sweetly as you could for such a dirty thing to say. Brooke seems to think that too, and she slaps you on the chest for it.

“OW!” You exclaim.

“I thought you were being serious!” Brooke says with some annoyance.

“I was! I swear that’s what got me hard!” You shout defensively with a laugh.

“Does that mean you liked treating me like a cum dump?” Brooke asks you with a naughty smile.

“I wouldn’t say it like that!” You say laughing, thinking Brooke is only joking; but the look of disappointment on her face, despite only being momentary, is still noticeable. “I mean… yes?” You backtrack. “Wait, do you actually like being treated like that? I thought you said it was just a way to get me to… unload… multiple times?” You ask her.

“I don’t like being treated like that, per se… Okay, granted, I don’t mind. Okay, maybe I do.” Brooke tries to explain. “It’s more… I like being called stuff like that while we do stuff.” Brooke clarifies.

“Stuff like what? Cum dump?” You ask, a bit confused.

“Yeah. Cum dump. Cum Slut. Two dollar hooker… the dirtier the better.” Brooke answers. You chuckle at first, but react in surprise when you realize she’s serious.

“You’re not joking, are you?” You ask her, unable to reconcile how her low self-esteem can find it kinky to be called degrading words like that.

“Is it weird?” Brooke asks you.

“I’m dating Viv, so I’m not sure what’s weird anymore.” You joke, and it gets a legitimate laugh out of Brooke.

“I’m going to tell her you said that.” Brooke teases you.

“That was our original plan for tonight, remember? To talk shit behind her back? Whatever happened to that?” You jokingly remind her, coaxing another laugh out of her.

“This… happened.” Brooke says, before taking your cock into her hand again.

“Let’s tuck this guy in for the night, shall we?”

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