Cum Dumpster

I didn’t realize that my male friends referred to me as a "cum dumpster" throughout college. When I entered college I came from a super religious background and I was still a virgin. But I hated being a virgin, and I wanted to lose my virginity as soon as possible.

My roommate and I were close. She and her boyfriend were kind of open, and she really wanted my first experience to be with them. (In hindsight it seems obvious that he probably had something to do with it, too.) I reluctantly agreed, and my cherry was popped with my roommate’s clit in my mouth and her boyfriend’s cock stretching out my pussy. It took him like three tries to get it in me, I was so tight. It’s not like he was well-hung, either. At one point he flipped me on my knees and tried to fuck me doggystyle, but he literally couldn’t get it in my tight little hole.

Afterwards, I took every excuse to mention that I wasn’t a virgin. I guess I thought guys would think it was cool? But I hadn't become a slut just yet.

My roommate and her boyfriend knew I was a naive girl, and they tried to turn me into a whore. Her boyfriend would invite his friends over and my roommate would encourage me to hit on them, and it often would lead to sex. I thought it was normal to have sex casually with friends, and I thought everyone else was doing the same. I must've regularly hooked up with 12 guys throughout college whenever we felt like it. I thought I was really popular.

After college we went separate our ways. Last week, I messaged one of my friends. He replied, nicely at first, but then he called me a “cum dumpster,” not seeming to realize that I might not be too fond of that. He apologized, saying he was drunk. But I pressed further and found out that I was seen as a dumb whore that any guy could drain their balls into. The other girls in the group did not put out nearly as much as I did. I was seen as a complete slut.

I was humiliated. By now I was married (to someone I'd met at work), and I said nothing to my husband, worried he saw me the same way. He knew about my history, and he knew I liked having multiple sexual partners at a time. He liked it too, but I thought it was normal. I felt like I never wanted to speak to those people again.

I tried to distract myself with work. About a month ago, a new hire and I were having some discussion about how our weekends went, and he mentioned he went on a date with a girl who wanted an open relationship. I revealed to him that my husband and I have somewhat of an open relationship, and this piqued his interest.

We talked for a long time about polyamory and threesomes, but I kept it mostly matter-of-fact. I could tell he was thinking of pushing boundaries, but being scared of getting fired for overstepping lines, he acted like he was just interested in the general idea of swinging, and not specifically the idea of fucking my little brains out.

After this conversation, I was increasingly explicit every time he came in to my office, making small teasing comments here and there. Of course, I couldn’t tell him about my past. I couldn’t tell my husband why I asked him to start calling me “cum dumpster” during sex, or why it made me cum so hard when he did.

I absolutely hate firing people. But on a couple occasions, the higher-ups have called me in for a meeting and explained why we needed to let someone go, budget cuts, seniority, etc. I have to be the office bitch and fire someone. Apparently the new hire had to go. He was a bit of an under-performer, being less experienced than anyone on the team. I called him into my office and broke the news, telling him the same story I had been given. He was obviously bummed, but I told him I'll be a strong reference for him as he tries to find a new job.

Now, I should have just waited the two weeks before saying what I did, but the sadness, frustration, and silence that filled the room was killing me. "Well…at least now that you won't be working for me, I guess it wouldn't be unethical for my husband and I to have you over at our place now." He didn't react right away, to my discomfort.

More silence. Now I’m panicking, mentally begging him to break the quiet with something—anything. He sat there for a few seconds before finally saying, "Yeah totally. I look forward to it." I was still freaking out and dug the hole a little deeper.

"I know you're upset. Would it make you feel better to cum on my face?"

The look on his face was priceless. Relief flooded through me. He blushed and laughed. I kept a faint smile, unwavering. He stammered, "Wait, really?” I smirked and locked the door before sitting back down at my desk.

“Well, um...it would make me feel a bit better."

"If you don't tell anyone, I'll let you do it right now before you take the rest of the day off."

I tell him to take off his pants as I get down on my knees. He sits back on the chair and I grab his cock and look at him as I say, "The guys that come over know how good I am at sucking cock and how pretty I look with cum on my face."

He's instantly hard as I stroke his dick. "I'm just a cum dumpster now." I take him in my mouth and start sucking him. His cock is warm and stiff, and I can feel him pulsating in my wet mouth. He moves his hips gently and I receive him, letting him thrust into me. He doesn't facefuck me. He's too nervous to his bitch boss. I pull him out and start stroking him, licking his balls hungrily.

"Tell me I'm a fucking slut,"

"God...you're a fucking slut!"

"You gonna cum on your boss's face?"

“Fuck yes,”

“Call me a cum dumpster!"

And just like that, he exploded all over my forehead and cheeks with a nice thick load of cum. I put his throbbing cock back in my mouth and hold it there, so he can enjoy the view. He admires my pretty mouth wrapped around his still-throbbing dick, covered in cum, looking up at him. When his cum starts dripping down my chin, I get up and wipe it up with tissues to make sure it doesn't drip down onto my clothes. He pulled up his pants. I told him to take the rest of the day off.

I told my husband about it, which turned him on a lot, especially because of how spontaneous it was. The next day, he asked if I wanted another threesome. I sent my soon to be ex-employee a text telling him to come over if he was free.

After a few drinks and getting to know my husband a bit better, my husband showed him the ropes and they spent the night passing me back and forth, spitroasting me, and dumping their cum in and on my body. At one point, he came in my pussy at the exact time my husband came in my mouth. I loved being so full. My legs shook when he was railed my pussy, spanking me hard and calling me a "cum dumpster bitch" as my husband watched.

Today was the first day back at the office for him, and while he still kept at his job (thankfully, because he could honestly black-mail me for that reference at this point), I knew that every time he stole a glance at me, he was thinking about how this office bitch is a cum dumpster slut in disguise.