I Am Cum Slut: A Cream Addict

There was nothing that gets me off more than a big hot load. The first time I overheard it from the pair of drunks at the bar while they ogled me, I knew, deep down, it is a fact that I had never acknowledged until then. I did not quite understand why I had not thought about it before. So many years bouncing on the minimum amount of cock a woman can have and I had not realized it until now. I had taken a moment to ponder, staring up at the ceiling with lots of **** in my system and fingers on my cunt and hardened nipples. I swapped through with every fantasy my wild imaginations could take me, and the ones that made me especially hot were the ones that involved lots of white hot spunk.

I exploded as I remembered the first time my face was painted with it. I was convinced by my then boyfriend to suck him off, and for the first time, I tasted delicious warm sperm on my tongue.

I exploded again as I remembered the first time my pussy was filled up by it. A date had gone wrong and I was too drunk to say no. He dumped his cum inside me twice, and I secretly liked it.

Again and again, I rolled every hot creamy event through my cock obsessed brain like porn videos in my head, until I was a huffing, heaving, sweaty mess, lapping away at my imaginary cum caked fingers like the true cum slut that I am.

When the next day came shining through my bedroom window, I realized that nightly sperm craving rub offs were not enough. My mind wandered in a search for a new reality, and my body followed immediately after.