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Cum Whore Complete

9/30/2005

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My day as a ‘Cum Whore’
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50 times…That is definitely what he said. Cum 50 times
in one day. I think I upset him, by making him repeat himself
because I thought there was a slight chance that he hit the
wrong key on the keyboard, perhaps he meant 20 times…But
nope, he meant 50.
Every 90 minutes I was to masturbate. He did say I could
use any thing I wanted to help me cum, a vibrator, butt plug,
lube, hair brush…What ever it took to cum 50 times in one
day. I don’t think I have ever cum more than 20...Not that
I ever felt the need to count my orgasms before…
Pictures too, he said. He wants pictures of me enjoying
myself?
He had a good point though, I begged him to allow me to cum…Well,
he finally gave me permission. And just before he signed
off he repeated his favorite saying…I’m not sure if it’s
his favorite, but definitely most used as far as I’ve heard…”Be
careful what you ask for, you may just get it”…The man could
turn a walk on a sunny, cool, breezy autumn afternoon in
the park into a punishment …Geesh!
I have a meeting with lawyers in 2 hours and I have an hour
drive to get there, dinner with my parents immediately
after that and I was expected at a party later on in the evening,
and he’s telling me to masturbate every 90 minutes to achieve
a 50 cumming’s goal by nightfall?…This is definitely going
to be the most difficult thing he has demanded so far.
Ok…plan it out…it’s noon and I have 12 hours to cum 50 times,
but I can only masturbate every 90 minutes. So that comes
to….hmmm….6.2 cumming’s every 90 minutes?…I might just
need the help of that Hockey team he ‘threatened’ me with
before to achieve that goal…Ok…No more of that…I have to
think positive or this will not even come close to being
pulled off.
Back-pack, my purse will never hold everything I’m going
to need, but where is it, I haven’t used it in a while. After
a half hour of looking and a few head bangs to the wall I found
it. It was in the closet, behind a basket in a box. Good it’s
empty. First I have to put in my wallet, note pad, pens and
papers I need for the meeting. Next the vibrator, lube,
and a packet of moist towels to clean up with. That done I
head to the bathroom to get ready.
If I start now I’ll arrive at the meeting just in time to
head to the restroom for round 2...That’ll work. I get in
the bath and let my imagination run wild, real wild…It doesn’t
take long for my first orgasm. I let my thoughts get a bit
kinky on top of the already wild avenue they’ve taken and
here comes wave 2 soon followed by number 3. I soap myself
up from head to toe and pay a little extra attention to my
clit, and low and behold here comes number 4. I take the shower
head and put it on the pulsate setting and take aim…Number
5 achieved. I place the shower head back in it’s holder and
slowly, gently, caress the soap away, again paying extra
attention to my groin and wave number 6 came quick. 2/10
of an orgasm to go and I’m right on track. I get out of the bath
and grab a towel. I dry off and grab the lotion. I gently rub
in the lotion starting with my face and working my way down.
My neck, arms, shoulders, breasts…I pause there, ad a little
extra lotion and spend a little more time than usual caressing
my breast, pinching my nipples and I can already feel the
next orgasm building. I move down further to my middle,
hips, and then my bottom making sure to get every curve ‘Mother
Nature’ blessed me with. I rub lotion between my cheeks
and find my anus….Why not?…I insert one finger and gently
stroke in and out a couple of times. And that quick, here
came number 7…43 more to go, I’m ahead of the game and a bit
more confident that I may actually hit my goal….My confidence
was soon gone.
I got dressed and headed out the door for my hour drive.
I was within 5 miles of where I was going and hit ‘stop and
go’ construction traffic. 15 minutes later I was 2 miles
closer but only 15 minutes from my next masturbation assignment.
I wasn’t going to make it. I look around and seeing that the
traffic was down to one lane I figured it wouldn’t be too
risky to start my next session a few minutes early. But what
if I gush when I cum this time? I go to the meeting looking
like I wet my pants?…That’s not going to happen. I take a
quick look in the back of the van and see the blanket I keep
there for emergencies, and make a grab for it. I got it and
put it in the passenger seat. I wriggle my pants down and
set them aside. I then wriggle the blanket beneath me and
I’m ready.
I look around for inspiration and see one of the most gorgeous
construction works I’ve ever seen. He had to be 6 foot tall,
dark, short hair, and a body a ‘God’ would kill for. Darkly
tanned from hours in the sun, no shirt so his sparsely haired
chest was visible. And the muscles, the way they rippled
as he worked. I imagined them rippling the same way as he
worked on my body with the same determination and concentration
he was putting into his job. I barely had to touch my clit
for number 8, rubbed gently and number 9 and 10 soon followed.
Just as number 11 was about to hit me the jack-ass behind
me honked. Damn, lost that one. I had to put the van back in
drive and move about 15 feet. Now the only view I had of the
‘Adonis’ was through my rear view mirror, but that was ok
because he decided to bend over and chip some of the concrete
from his boots. His jeans slid down just enough to show a
thin strip of skin that had yet to be kissed by the sun, and
all I could think is how I would love to be the one to kiss it.
I put my van back in park and closed my eyes. Imagining myself
to be the one who lowered his jeans, slowly, kissing every
square inch I bared as I went. I touched my clit again and
felt a slight gush…And I was damned glad I thought to grab
that blanket…Number 12 done…I decided to ride this wave
out and kept rubbing, occasionally inserting a finger
into my soaked pussy. I rode that wave right through numbers
13, 14 and 15. Then another honk…Damned impatient drivers,
can’t they see I was seriously enjoying the view?…hehehe…Nope,
guess not, poor sucker didn’t know what he kept interrupting
and I sure wasn’t going to be the one to tell him. I drive forward
about 25 feet this time and removed the blanket from beneath
me, cleaned myself up a bit with one of those moist towels
I brought and put my pants back on because my inspiration
was now out of view…35 more to go…My confidence is returning.

25 minutes later I walk into the meeting, and inwardly
groan…I think about my next masturbation assignment and
realize as I look around at the people present that I will
get no inspiration here. There was not one single feature
that anyone in that room had that could possibly make him
or her a cum-inspiring figure. Business is conducted and
the meeting ends just 10 minutes short of my next assignment
time. I stall by making small talk with one of the women and
then excuse myself to head to the rest room.
I find the restroom and am overly thankful that it was a
completely private one. I lock the door and set my pack on
the floor. I pull out the lube and my vibrator thinking I’m
definitely going to need some help with this one. Damn,
I forgot, it doesn’t work, I must have gotten it too wet a
few too many times. Oh, well….I’ll make due. I take my pants
off completely and I put lube on my non-functional vibrator.
I sit on the floor against the wall and slowly insert it.
When it’s in to the hilt I start to rotate my hips and reach
up beneath my shirt with my other hand to fondle and pinch
my nipples. The contrast between the cold tile floor and
the heat building inside soon help me find number 16. Then
someone knocks. Damn, now what do I do? I say ‘Just a minute”…and
scramble to put my lube away, my pants back on and leave the
vibrator right where it was. I wash my hands and leave the
restroom. I walk as ‘normal’ as possible without allowing
the vibrator to slip out, it probably would not have been
so hard if I hadn’t used so much lube. I can only imagine what
some of the people thought as I walked by. I tried real hard
not to think about it. My confidence is again going down…
I unlock and get into my van. I’m trying to think of what
I’m going to do now, if I don’t finish this session on time
I’ll be way behind…I look around and notice there aren’t
many cars in the parking lot, only 2. I look around a little
more and notice a small area of the parking lot, in a corner
and over grown by bushes and trees that lacked a good trimming.
I decide to move the van over there, and finish my assignment.
With the bushes and trees over hanging the parking spot
I would only have to keep my eyes on two directions
because behind and to one side there would be a fence and
brush. Less chance of someone surprising me. I back the
van in so I can see the driveway and the building, less chance
yet of being found out. I pull some of my papers out and place
them along the dashboard, just incase someone does approach,
I have a half-way decent reason for being tucked in the corner,
‘I’m finishing up a couple of minor details before heading
home’…That should work, I hope.
The vibrator is really starting to get uncomfortable,
so I shift and it shifts inside…Not so uncomfortable now.
I remove my pants and position the blanket once more. I lay
my head back against the headrest and close my eyes, willing
a fantasy to come to mind that will help me get through this
session…And it hits me…A police car chooses that moment
to enter the parking lot. It pulls over to the side of the
driveway, not yet completely in the parking lot, and stopped.
I have no clue what they might be there for other than a rest
from just driving in circles looking for people who are
in too big of a hurry or those who can’t read signs. The cruiser
starts moving again after a couple of minutes…Toward me…Damn,
what do I do?…My pants are on the seat next to me. It stops
right in front of my van, I start fumbling with the papers
on the dashboard hoping he’ll just go away…No such luck.
Oh, no…He’s getting out…Why?…I’m not illegally parked…I’m
just finishing a few last little details….can’t he see
that?…I close my eyes as I try to figure out how in the hell
I’m going to explain being naked from the waste down. He’s
walking slow, looking close at my van as he gets closer…I
have an idea. I grab my pants and as inconspicuously as possible
I lay them over my lap to look almost as if I am actually wearing
them, just in time. He leans toward my open window to ask
‘Is there a problem here?’…’No, sir. I just had a couple
of thoughts after leaving the office and wanted to take
care to get them down before I forgot them, I just didn’t
think it was worth going all the way back in. Besides it’s
a beautiful day.’ and I smile up at him. He removes his sunglasses
and takes a glance around at all the papers. ‘Would you mind
getting out of the vehicle, please.’ was his response…Ummm…Damn…What
now?…Think you ninny…My brain failed…’I can’t, sir.’
He has this ‘know-it-all’ smirk on his face as he replied
‘May I ask why?’…Over a billion brain cells in my head and
all of them dead, not one damn spark. He knew something,
but for the life of me I couldn’t figure out what. I look down
and realized the lube was sitting on the seat next to me…Oh,
hell no…How could I be so stupid? ...Details, details,
details…’Mind if I get in?’ There’s a spark…Finally…But
in the wrong damn place, I was hoping for my brain to start
working, not my groining. I had not one good reason for him
to not get in, but looking at him I could come up with a few
good one’s for him to get in. He was average height, maybe
5’10. Light brown hair from what I could see beneath his
officers cap, cut very short. A strong jaw and a stern looking
mouth, that I would love to see smile. His eyes were dark
brown and his nose was a little thick, but straight. He looked
to be in excellent shape, but who can tell for sure in those
uniforms, most police officers look great even when you
can tell they have a few extra pounds around the middle.
Cautiously I answer ‘No, sir’…He turned and headed around
the front of my van for the other side. He passes the front
door and opens the slider on the side, and looks in. He looks
up at me with one eye brow raised, then looks down again.
I figure he was wondering why I had no middle seat, the front
bucket seats and then the bench seat in the back is all that
is there…I start rambling. ‘ I like to take my dogs to the
beach, and they’re reasonably big. It’s much easier to
get them in and out and also more comfortable for them while
on the road. Besides I don’t like all the dog hair on the seats.’
He rolled his eyes (at me?…That is my thing, the eye roll.
I’m practically famous for it) as he got in. He closed the
slider and sat down, not on the seat, on the floor and reclined
against the seat. He looked up at me and said ‘Come here’.
Simple…I can do this. I get up to move and the vibrator slips
out and stays on the seat…I climb in the back and try to kneel
beside him. (Now I know why they call them Mini-vans, this
one was getting smaller by the minute.) He grabs my hand
and pulls me across his lap, so I was sitting there straddling
his legs facing him. I looked at his collar. I knew I was blushing,
I could feel myself on fire. He put one finger below my chin
and lifted until I was looking straight into his eyes. ‘I
am going to say one last thing. I will not talk, and I expect
you to be quiet as well. I will take nothing you are not willing
to give, therefore there is no indiscretion so to speak.
Understood?’ I nodded my understanding.
He put a finger on my shirt button and I took the hint. I watched
as I unbuttoned each one. That done he took hold of my hands
and put them to my sides. He then lifted my chin again until
I was looking, once again, into his eyes. He moved that finger
down my throat, along my collar bone and then down further.
Slowly, watching my eyes all the time. He started down between
my breasts and paused. Realizing that I was wearing no bra,
he smirked again, smiling with only half of his mouth while
raising that one eye brow. He moved his finger to one side
and found my nipple, running his finger in a circle around
it, then lightly pinching it and rolling it between his
fingers. He half closed his eyes and looked almost as ‘uncomfortable’
as I was for a couple of seconds. Then the look was gone. He
moved his finger towards the other breast and gave that
nipple the same attention. He looked down then, I closed
my eyes. He moved my shirt aside so he could look at my breasts,
which are by no means big. (I am an ‘A’, have been all my life.
Other than a couple of teenage years I have been happy for
it. Men are more likely to look me in the eye when they talk
to me. My bra’s are cheap and easy to find. I don’t bump into
people with them. And I’m as comfortable running or riding
a bike without a bra as I am with one. What’s not to like?)
But my nipples, they are definitely my asset there. When
they harden they stick out at least a 3/4 inch, and that is
by nature. It’s always been difficult to hide when I was
either turned on or cold, not that I ever really tried to
hide it. Well…I’m turned on now and he knows it as well as
I do. He looks back up at me and pinches my nipple harder,
I open my eyes and look at him. He has hold of both of my nipples
now and is rolling then between his fingers. My eyes flutter
but I manage to keep them open and watch him. He winks at me
and that smirk is back.
He shifts a little and looks down. That’s when we both realize
how wet I am. He has a wet spot on his slacks. He looks back
up at me and I blush again, I’m so afraid I’m hot enough to
ignite my hair that I can almost smell the smoke. He smiled
that time. A big, beautiful, beaming smile. Definitely
the smile I knew would look so right with the shape of his
lips. He pushed at my shirt and taking the hint I remove it
completely, laying it on the front seat where I left my pants.
He moves his hands to my ribs and slowly moves them down and
back up again, like he was gauging my curves. He grabs hold
of my waste and lifts me up to sit on the seat as if I weighed
no more than a rag doll. He kneels up and bumps his head on
the roof of the van, and looks at me again. I wanted to laugh,
but I couldn’t. Every nerve in my body was jumping as if they
had been charged with electricity. He started unbuttoning
his shirt. When he got to his belt he unbuckled it and undid
the button and zipper on his slacks. He looked up at me, but
I was too busy watching his hands to notice the smirk this
time…Thank god for that, or I would have blushed again for
sure. But I was too busy to blush this time…He was moving
slow, and I almost gave into the urge to take over the task
for him. He was obviously having a hard time maneuvering
in such a confining area. But he got it done.
It seemed like it took him hours to undress, when in fact,
it was more than likely only a minute. There he was sitting
in front of me as naked as I was with his uniform neatly folded
on the seat beside me. He gave me a minute to look at him. I
looked back at his face and he was just waiting, looking
back, with no expression in his eyes. My eyes started to
wander downward and I realized that he was in better shape
than I originally thought. Broad shoulders, heavily muscled
arms, bare chest and his stomach muscles were so well defined
it sent a chill up my spine. I looked lower and realized that
he was most definitely as turned on as I was. His member was
standing tall, so to speak. Maybe a little longer than average,
and not much thicker than average either…Phew, at least
he wasn’t hung like a bull. No matter where he chose to put
it, I shouldn’t feel too much discomfort, if any.
He must have decided I’ve had enough time, and since I haven’t
started screaming or trying to get out it was time to continue.
He put one hand toward me and I put my hand in his. He gave a
slight tug and I went towards him. He had me straddle his
lap once again. I was sitting about mid thigh on him. He spread
his legs slightly making my legs spread as well. He picked-up
where he left off with my nipples. Pinching gently and rolling
them between his fingers. He grabbed me by the waste and
moved me over so one of his legs was directly beneath me.
He started shifting me back and forth, effectively grinding
my clit and pussy on his leg. He went back to my nipples and
when I stopped moving he gave me a stern look that let me know
exactly what he expected. I started grinding again and
he smiled with his eyes. It hit me hard, very hard. I came
all over his leg and he jumped, obviously not expecting
me to gush the way I did. He lifted me up and saw the drops that
clung to his leg and the puddle that hadn’t soaked into the
carpet yet. It felt like he held me there for hours, but it
wasn’t more than a half minute or so. Finally he looked up
at me. Slightly squinted his eyes as if to try and read my
soul. Finally he groaned, or was it a growl?…I’m not sure
which. When he sat me down it was directly on his shaft, fast,
hard and I gasped. He held me there by my hips and didn’t move.
He closed his eyes and laid his head back. I watched his throat
as he swallowed a couple of times. Then he lifted me and set
me back down, once. Keeping his eyes closed, he repeated
this a couple of times, and again I came. Then he stopped.
Still holding my hips he lifted me off of him and pointed
to the seat. I started to get onto the seat and he shook his
head and made a motion with his finger for me to turn around.
I turned around and he pushed me over it by placing pressure
with his hand between my shoulder blades. I obliged him
and bent over the seat. He just sat there… Looking…For so
long I started to squirm. He slapped me hard on the ass and
I yelped, but stayed still. He groaned or growled again
and slapped the other cheek just as hard if not harder. This
time he growled, no mistake, this one was definitely a growl.
He took my hands and placed them on each of my cheeks and put
enough pressure that I got the hint, he wanted me to hold
myself open for his inspection. I did. He sat back and just
looked. I was starting to wonder if he had never seen a pussy,
clit or anus before… Or maybe he was trying to decide what
to do next…I have no idea what was going through his head
at that moment, my face was buried in the seat and I couldn’t
see him.
Finally I felt something, his finger tip. It was tracing
my lips very lightly, down one side and up the other. My pussy
contracted and he paused. He slid his finger up to my anus
and put slight pressure there. My pussy contracted again,
I almost came again. He must have realized this because
he paused for only a second and then inserted his finger
there. Slowly sliding it in until I felt his knuckles against
me. He put another finger to my clit and started rubbing,
slowly in a circular motion. I came after only a couple of
seconds. Not like the first one, this was a small one and
he seemed as though he was not satisfied. He started pumping
my ass with his finger and put more pressure into the rubbing
of my clit. I came again, with more force and he made some
sound, with the ringing in my head to compete with I could
not distinguish whether it was a groan, growl or something
altogether different.
He removed his fingers and I could feel the van shift as
he moved. He came up behind me and with a hand on each hip he
entered my pussy in one smooth, quick stroke. He pumped
in and out a few times and I came again. Then pulled out completely,
he was stroking his member and I felt him spray his juices
all over my back with such force I felt it land between my
shoulder blades. He sat back . I let go of my cheeks and was
about to move as well, and he stopped me by placing a hand
to my ass and holding me there. I felt him wipe his cum from
my back with, I can only assume, the blanket I had been sitting
on in the front seat. He then started rubbing my ass cheeks
with his hands, then suddenly he slapped one of them, then
the other and started rubbing again. After a couple of strokes
he slapped again, and again he rubbed. He placed each hand
on a cheek and ran his thumbs down through my crease. When
they were in alignment with my pussy he pushed both thumbs
in and wriggled them. My muscles contracted again. He removed
one thumb and started rubbing my clit with it, because of
it’s warmth and wetness from being inside me I came again
almost immediately. He removed the thumb from my pussy
and I felt his finger at my anus again, he pushed it in. he
then followed that one with another, I could feel it stretching
me. Then another finger went in. He started rubbing my clit
again and pumping my ass with his fingers and I came, hard.
I felt it running down my legs. He kept pumping and I kept
cumming for what seemed forever. He stopped finally, and
slowly removed his fingers from my anus. I felt the van shift
again and there he was against my back side once more.
He rubbed the head of his member against my anus and placed
slight pressure, he went in. He gripped my hips tight, whether
to keep himself steady or to hold me still, I’m not sure.
He buried himself completely and started to pump. Slow
at first then each stroke got harder and faster than the
one before. He slowed down a few strokes later and kept a
steady pace. Then I felt his hand hit my ass again, twice
on each side. He didn’t miss a stroke. I came again. Again
feeling it run down my legs, I know he felt it on his balls,
I could feel the pressure it came out in. He pulled out of
my ass and, again, came on my back. He wiped it off, again
using the blanket.
I heard a click and then nothing, I moved to turn and look
at what he was doing and he slapped my ass again. I felt something
cool at my pussy and then pressure…He has my vibrator!…He
pushed it inside, completely. He put his palm over it and
held it in tight. He then inserted a couple of fingers into
my anus and pumped the vibrator with his palm while wriggling
his fingers. I came again…This is starting to get embarrassing…No
wonder Master calls me his ‘Cum Whore’…This man sure doesn’t
seem to mind. He keeps up his rhythm and I cum again. He apparently
isn’t getting quite the results he wants because he starts
pumping harder, faster, until he is damn near shoving that
vibrator through me. It’s starting to hurt. Then he spanks
me again, one slap, then two, then three,
four, five….I came, HARD!…He laughed…He
actually laughed. I hope it was a ‘Ha…I knew there was more
in you’ kind of laugh…I didn’t let myself dwell on other
meanings that laugh could have had.
He pulled his fingers out, then the vibrator left me, I
felt the juices that were trapped inside run down my leg,
he must have noticed too because it felt as if he wiped a drop
up with his finger, but why?…’Mmmm…” Is all I heard…Did
he just taste it?…He must have, and liked what he tasted.
He got down and I could feel his tongue on my leg, cleaning
me off. And I’ll be damned if I didn’t cum again.
He lifted and turned me so I was sitting on the very edge
of the seat, damn near falling off. He looked into my eyes,
as well as he could with them being almost closed. He pinched
a nipple hard and my eyes flew open. He looked at me with that
one eye brow raised again. What was he trying to say?….Ask?…Was
I ok?…I sure was…Did I want this to stop?…HELL NO! He must
have gotten his answer because he bent his head and buried
his tongue in my pussy. I could feel him lapping at my juices
as he played with my nipples. He found my clit and started
sucking on it, soft at first then with more vigor…Guess
what…I came again! He chuckled, and the vibration from
that made me cum again. I closed my eyes and he pinched my
nipples hard, I guess he wants my eyes open, so I did what
he wanted. I watched him as he watched me through another
orgasm…This one almost making my eyes roll right out of
my head. He pulled his face back and smirked again…I’m not
near as fond of that smirk anymore…
He moved forward and placed his hands on either side of
my face, hooking his thumbs below my chin he lifted my face
so he could watch my reaction…To what?…Oh my…With more
accuracy than I’ve known a man to have yet he entered my ass
with one smooth, long stroke…No hands…This man has excellent
eye/cock coordination…He watched my face as he entered
and when he was buried completely I almost lost my eye balls
again. He gave my head a slight shake and looked so deep into
my eyes I was sure he could hear every thought, sense every
feeling coursing through me at that moment. I had to concentrate,
hard, to keep my eyes open and look straight at him. He started
pumping in and out, occasionally grinding a couple of strokes.
Keeping one hand where it was he took the other hand and laid
it on my belly. He then used his thumb to rub my clit while
he kept up with his pumping… Slow...Methodical...He kept
pumping and rubbing. I could feel another orgasm surfacing
and he must have felt it too. He shook his head at me…No?…No,
what?…What could he possibly mean by, no?…He stopped moving,
his hips and his thumb, and kept looking at me. The sensation
to cum waned a bit and he started moving again. The orgasm
was building again. Again he stopped and shook his head
at me…Oh, hell…Was he telling me to ‘not’ cum?…After a couple
of seconds he started again. He brought me right to the very
edge of an orgasm and stopped again. I closed my eyes and
groaned out load…He gave my head a quick, light shake and
I looked at him. I know it sure as hell was no endearing look
either. He knew I finally figured out what he was saying
and also knew I wasn’t happy about it…He laughed right out
loud, in my face…Curse him! When he calmed to a chuckle he
started moving again. He felt my orgasm building and gave
me a stern look. I looked back at him as innocently as possible
and had my orgasm that time and he came with me. He moved faster
than I would have thought possible. He sat back and had me
across his lap in less time than it took my heart to beat once,
and at the rate it’s been beating since he got out of his cruiser
that is no small feat. The blows came hard and fast, the more
I squirmed the faster and harder they came. It hurt like
hell, I was on fire and there was no relief coming anytime
soon. I started to cry from the pain and frustration and
maybe embarrassment too. He finally stopped and lifted
me up to straddle his lap again. It hurt to have my butt touch
anything so I held myself above his legs rather than sit
down completely. He used his fingers to wipe the tears from
my face, then holding my face in his hands he kissed me. A
long, deep, soul searing kiss. At some point he entered
my pussy and was pumping in and out. He kept the kiss going
until he felt my next orgasm coming. He pulled back a little
and gave me a stern look while still pumping in and out. I
knew what he wanted and I sure as hell wasn’t going to defy
him again. I concentrated on holding my orgasm…I closed
my eyes and he let me. Maybe he knew that I would not be able
to control it if I had to sit there staring into his eyes.
He put a hand behind me and ran it over my horribly sort bottom.
He lightly rubbed for a little while then moved his hand
lower. He found my anus and inserted a finger, or two,
or three. He used his other hand to direct me to get
off my knees and squat above him. I did. With one hand still
behind me he used the other one on my hip to steady me as I now
moved, up and down, on top of him. With fingers in my anus,
a cock in my pussy, all the while trying to ‘not’ have an orgasm,
I definitely needed the steadying hand. The hand that was
on my hip moved to my back and he pulled me forward. Using
the fingers in my ass he made it clear I was not to stop moving.
And then he sucked one of my nipples into his mouth. Taking
the other hand from my back he moved it forward to my other
breast and gave that nipple the same treatment with his
fingers that the other was getting from his lips, tongue
and teeth…He makes it perfectly clear that I am not to cum,
yet he does everything to guarantee an orgasm of a magnitude
fit to blow up ten city blocks, and possibly cause a tidal
wave in the middle of down town…He removes his mouth and
hand from my breasts and looks me in the eye. He puts his hand
beside his face and holds out all five fingers.
One at a time he lowers his fingers as if counting down. When
there is only one finger to lower he quickly sucked my nipple
back into his mouth and bites down on it while pinching the
other with his hand. I lost it. I felt like I was having a seizer.
Like someone had hooked a generator to my toes and the currents
were coursing through my body looking for a way out. I swear
my nerve endings exploded. I think I yelled…I must have,
he clamped a hand over my mouth and started laughing. He
held me very tight and kept laughing. After a couple of minutes
he loosened his grip and kissed me once more.
He backed off to look into my eyes. He smiled and getting
nose to nose he simply stated ‘That was the most amazing
thing that has ever happened to me. Every time I get out of
my cruiser and approach a vehicle with only a woman inside
I know I’m going to have a hard time hiding the reaction I’ll
have when the memories of this afternoon come flooding
back’. He looks around and sees how wet we both are. I realize
the problem and reach into the front for the moist towels
in my back-pack. I hand him a few and start working on myself.
That done, he tries very carefully to get dressed with out
sitting, kneeling or standing in one of the many wet spots
on the floor and seat of the van. He was no acrobat and that
was obvious. He was unsuccessful but there only was minor
wetness on one knee and he did step in it with one stocking
foot. ‘No big deal, just a constant reminder for today’
and then he smile that big beautiful smile. He opened the
slider and got out, making the final adjustments to his
uniform as he did. He turned around and sticking his head
inside said ‘If I ever see you again, you had better run the
stop sign or be going at least 10 miles an hour over the speed
limit’, he winked and turned toward his cruiser. He got
in and sat there looking my way. I hurried and got dressed
and climbed into the front seat closed my eyes for a second
and sighed.
I opened my eyes and there he was, at my window again. In
a daze I looked up at him. He looks in the van and says ‘Is there
a problem here?” I feel the sense of de-ja vu as I look up at
him and smile, saying ’No, sir. I just had a couple of thoughts
after leaving the office and wanted to take care to get them
down before I forgot them, I just didn’t think it was worth
going all the way back in. Besides it’s a beautiful day.’
‘Ok then, ’ came the response as he looked around at all
the papers, ‘take care, and don’t be too long’. Then he turned
and walked back to his car, and left…My mind went numb…I
sat there frozen for a long time…Unable to move or think…
I hear a car door slam and I’m whipped back into reality…It
was a dream…A day dream?…Just a very vivid fantasy?…I look
around and down. My pants where neatly laid on my lap as to
appear that I am actually wearing them. The blanket is beneath
me and I realize it is soaked. It feels like it had been thrown
into a pool and then placed there. My lube was on the next
seat and my vibrator was on the floor beside me. I was sticky
from my knees to my neck. It was a dream…No, it was more than
that…It was…‘Everything‘, except reality that is…I have
a better imagination than I though…Maybe I should take
up writing…
Oh man…The assignment…What am I going to do?…I know I came,
but how many times?…I close my eyes and try to count them
as I remember the sequence of events of my fantasy. I think
hard, and concentrate…17, 18, 19...The next one was a small
one, but Master didn’t say they all had to be big…20, 21,
22, 23...Oh yeah…24, 25, 26... 27, 28, 29...Then came the
defiant one for 30...Then the explosion that surely left
some people in the area thinking there had just been an earth
quake for number 31. I feel another one rebuilding from
just remembering my fantasy and decide to hold off. Maybe
this lingering feeling will help me the next time after
or during my dinner with Mom and Dad…Lord knows I’ll need
all the help I can get then.
It’s 6:00 when I arrive at the restaurant for dinner. We
weren’t due to meet until 6:30 so I had time to sit back and
enjoy one glass of wine before they arrive. Dinner went
well. We chatted about events already lived and discussed
things yet to happen. I walked out the door at 8:30. I did
have to take a quick trip to the restroom to take part in my
assignment, it was quick and easy and I was back at the table
with no one being the wiser. With number 32 ‘under-my-belt’
so to speak, I got into my van and headed home for a quick shower
before heading off to the party.
I walk in the door and the dogs go wild as they usually did,
as if I had been gone for years. It always feels so good to
come home. Knowing that they are there always excited for
the slightest attention I give them. I let them outside
and head to the bathroom. I run the water and fill the tub.
I get in and realize I am a bit sore, I suppose no human was
meant to cum so many times in one day, and I’m feeling the
effects of it. I wash my hair and then my body. I thought about
taking the opportunity to try for number 33 and maybe more,
but when I touch my clit it stung so I decided to wait. I get
out and dry myself off. I take the lotion and start rubbing
it in as I always do. When I reach my breast I feel a sharp tingle
that went straight to my clit and realize that time is running
out. I gently pinch and roll my nipple between my fingers
and feel another orgasm building as I think about the police
officer that doesn’t exist. I run my hand down my belly to
my clit and cum almost immediately…Again I think ‘damn
I am a ‘Cum Whore’…I sit on the stool I keep in there for dressing
purposes and lean back against the wall. I slap my already
stinging clit and pussy with one hand while I play with my
nipples with the other. I had just dried off from my bath
yet I’m wet as can be down there again. I take the hand that
was fondling my nipples and find my clit, I start pinching
a rubbing much the same as I was with my nipples and continue
to slap my pussy with my other hand. I came again, two
more times…That’s 33, 34, 35...15 more to go and…Oh my god…Only
enough time for one more session. It’s already past 10:00.
I run from the bathroom and head to my bedroom to get dressed.
I grab the first things I touch and put them on. I catch a glimpse
of myself as I turn to leave the room and realize my nipples
are slightly visible through the thin material of my top.
I don’t have time to change…I’ll just have to pretend I hadn’t
noticed. I let the dogs in and get in my van to head to the party.
If it wasn’t for the fact that a very good friend was going
to be there, nervous because she only knew a couple of people
other than me, I would have just stayed home, but she was
counting on me to be there. When I arrive I realize that there
aren’t many people there. Great! Maybe I can go in, say hi
to everyone, make small talk, have one drink and then make
my excuses and head home in time for my last session and to
make my deadline of 50 orgasms in one day…Actually, in 12
hours.
I head out the door and to my van, which was parked on the
side of the road. It’s now 11:00. It’ll take me 15 minutes
to get home…45 minutes to cum 15 times, that’s one every
3 minutes…Hmmm…Well, no help for me…I best just get moving
and get it done.
I get home and head straight to my room. I close the door
so the dogs stay out. I take a moment to look around. I strip
my clothes and lay on the bed. I put my ankle restraints that
are attached to my bed frame on and start grabbing toys.
I find my double headed vibrating eggs. .. The light bulb
lights up bright in my head…I insert one into my anus and
one in my pussy. I turn them on low. I place my nipple clamps
on and cum…Not hard, but oh, well…14 more to go… I turn the
vibration up a little and find my butt plug…I insert it and
cum again as soon as it’s in…13 more…My ass feels so full.
I start to rotate my hips and it causes the plug and egg in
my ass to move around each other… Wow, why hadn’t I thought
of this before?…I rub my clit and come again, with such force
that the egg slid out of my pussy and I left one hell of a wet
spot, thank god I was on one side of my bed and not in the middle…I
rode that wave out and came two more times…12, 11,
10 more to go.
Pictures…I forgot about pictures…Damn that was close…
I remove the ‘hardware’ and run to retrieve my camera from
the computer room. I don’t have time for pictures….Would
he settle for a movie…? I don’t have time to consider it.
I set the camera on the shelf at the foot of my bed and turn
it on. I bend over the end of the bed and start in, I run my hands
under me and play with my pussy a little. I then take one hand
and run it down my back to my ass. I get a finger good and wet
in my pussy and insert it into my anus. With my other hand
I alternate between inserting my fingers in my pussy and
playing with my clit. Imagining the camera being Master
sitting back and watching number 41 hits me, soon followed
by 42...neither being great orgasms by any means, but orgasms
all the same…I wriggle and pump my finger in and out of my
anus a few times, while continuing my attentions to my pussy
and clit and number 43 comes…I’m running out of steam. I
look up and realize I’m running out of time also…Then it
dawns on me that he didn’t actually say ‘midnight’…Just
‘tonight‘. Does that mean before I go to bed to sleep? I sure
hope so…I surely don’t want to disappoint him. Only 7 more
to go. I’m going to need more help than I’m getting from my
toys.
I turn the camera off and go to my computer to load and edit
the clip I just made, hoping that by the time that is done
I can manage the last few orgasms. That done and ready for
me to send to Master I decide to find some inspiration online
and maneuver to my favorite porno site, where I can see pictures
as well as movie clips. I find the section on ‘Spanking’
and am soon turned on again. I find several new clips and
I play with my pussy and clit while I cruise through them.
I cum again. But I can tell I’m damn near at my end…6 more to
go and I’m really starting to worry.
I find the section on ‘Anal’ and run to grab my butt plug.
I put it in my ass and sit back in my chair. I go from clip to
clip and can feel my body getting ready for another orgasm.
I find a clip that shows a woman being double penetrated
and I go to grab my non-functional vibrator. I sit back in
my chair again and start the clip, as I watch I insert the
vibrator in my pussy and give it a few slow pumps, I came…A
few more pumps, a bit harder and faster and I came again…45
and 46 done…4 more to go. I find another clip of a woman being
double penetrated and feel a strong wave of envy while I
watch her suck on a cock too. I sit back and close my eyes and
picture that police officer and construction worker…They
double penetrate me while I suck my Masters cock, as he pets
my hair and caresses my check. I imagine him cooing to me
how much of a ‘whore’ I am, and how he loves me for it. How he
knows I would do anything for him. I came again…3 more to
go. I imagine Master grabbing the back of my head and fucking
my mouth while the police officer spanks me on the ass, hard,
over and over again…And here came number 48.
The phone rings…Damn wrong number…Woohoo!…Another Idea…I
scramble to find a 1-900 number…hehehe…I find one, kind
of…It was actually a 1-866 number. ‘Studs’ it says…’Hot
for you’…I grab the phone and make the call…He has a deep
voice, I like that. Master has a deep voice. He asks me a couple
of questions and I answer… yes I’m naked…yes, I’m horney
(actually I wasn’t, how could I be? I don’t think I’ll be
horney for a very, very, very long time)…Yes, I love attention
to all of my body including my ass. He tells me that’s good
because he loves giving attention to the woman, not just
bits and pieces. He tells me what he would do to me if he was
here. Gives me details that all just kind of meld together
to make a humming in my ears. I get frustrated and slam the
phone down. I remove the plug and vibrator and throw them
across the room. 2 more orgasms and Master would be so proud
of me. 2 more…That’s it, just 2 little orgasms…As I lay my
head on my crossed arms on the desk in front of me I start to
cry because I know it would take a miracle for me to have 2
more orgasms tonight.
The phone rings again…It’s Master…I start crying harder
and he tries to sooth me with his calm, tender voice. When
my sobs calm a bit he asks me what is wrong…I start blubbering
something about him ‘being cruel and telling me have to
have 50 damned orgasms in one day…You knew it was impossible…Why
would you be so mean as to set me up to fail…All I’ve ever wanted
was to please you…Make you smile, laugh…Feel content…’
He sighed…‘How far have you gotten then?’ he asked. I told
him ‘I’ve had 48 orgasms and I can’t have any more…I’m broken…I
don’t work…I’ve been over used and I’ll never cum again.’
He started to laugh…I got mad…Here I am pouring my heart
out, telling him I broke myself trying to please him and
all he could do is laugh…I change my mind…I didn’t get mad,
I got PISSED! I broke myself for him and now he won’t want
me anymore because I’m broke and he laughs about it?…Oh,
hell no!
As soon as I said it…nope…before it was half way out of my
mouth I knew I was going to regret it, but I couldn’t stop
it…All on its own my mouth said…Yelled, ‘You are the cruelest
son-of-a-bitch I’ve ever met and I hope to god your dick
falls off for what you’ve done to me. And I hope I’m there
to see it because I’ll shove that thing up your ass and see
how you like it’…He hung up…Rut ro…
At first I thought I was in really big trouble and shook…20
minutes later I thought I lost him and cried…20 minutes
later he was standing in my bedroom doorway…From the glow
of the TV reflecting on his face I could see that he was P.I.S.S.E.D…I
jumped off the bed and considered jumping out the second
story window behind me…I swear the man can read my mind.
He was there, in front of me faster than I could blink my eyes.
He sat on the edge of the bed and threw me across his knees
and started in, giving no quarter he started counting 1,
2, 3, 4.…18, 19, 20...35, 36, 37...46, 47, 48...He stopped
and stood, effectively dumping my on the floor wailing
like a child who just got her first spanking… He grabbed
me by the arm and unceremoniously dragged my up over the
edge of the bed and held me there with one hand…Not that I
dare move at that moment…He entered my anus with such force
and speed it sent a burning feeling straight to my soul.
He pumped hard and fast. He leaned over and told me he can
feel my body getting ready for another orgasm but that I
had better not cum…This was for him, not me…I will never
(not should never)…Will never talk to him like that again,
or he will give me to his hockey team and let the festivities
go until I am broken…He asked if I understood and I nodded,
not good enough…I felt it coming before it hit, damn he’s
strong, and my ass already hurt like hell, now I have no idea
what to akin the feeling to. Through my tears, and sobs I
was able to say ‘yes, Master’. He slowed his pumping a bit,
but kept up a steady rhythm. He reached beneath me and found
my nipples, giving each one a hard pinch and twist. I tensed
and jerked from the pain and he growled. He came deep in my
ass, and I damn near came too from the feel of his juices flooding
me, the one feeling I have missed all day. He pulled back
and rolled me over. He leaned over me and looked into my eyes.
‘Do you still think you are… broken?’ the last word coming
out followed by a smirk…I shook my head no.
‘You said you have had 48 orgasms since we talked this afternoon?’
I nodded. He raised a brow at me, (I never really noticed
he does that until the fantasy officer did that same thing
this afternoon in the parking lot) I quickly answer ‘yes,
Sir.’ ‘Would you like some help?’ he asked…Remembering
his comment, threat about his hockey team I quickly said
‘no, thank you, Master’…He must have realized where my
thoughts went because he smiled and said ‘Just me baby,
no one else’. I sighed, visibly relieved and he chuckled.
I nodded and at the same time saying ‘oh yes, Master, please
help me, I’m so scared that I can’t and then you’ll be so disappointed,
and you’ll leave, and I’ll never see you again…’ He put his
hand over my mouth to shut me up and rolled his eyes (Hey!…didn’t
the police officer do that too?).
He leaned over me and kissed me, first on the lips, then
he trailed little nibbling kisses across my face and down
my throat. When he reached my breast he didn’t kiss, didn’t
suck, he just licked. He licked every square inch… Not there
are very many square inches to my breasts…But it sure felt
good, soothing, relaxing…He moved his mouth down further
and stuck his tongue in my belly button, causing me to jump
and laugh, he laughed too ( I love this playful side of him,
I don’t see it near often enough, but maybe that is why I feel
so special when he grants me these rare views). He moved
lower. He paused and looked up at me. When my eyes found his
all he said is ‘Cum…Harder than you ever have in your life’…With
that said he opened his mouth and engulfed my whole pussy,
lips and all. I could feel his tongue foraging around, exploring.
He grabbed my hips with his hand and lifted them up off the
bed. I came, harder than I can ever remember cumming…He
choked…I laughed, for one second… Then his mouth was back
and wreaking havoc with my entire system…I screamed…And
came again…Even harder than the last one…
I opened my eyes…Day light. I rolled over and realized
I was lying in bed, head on pillows, covers to my chest. I
sat up, too fast. I fell back as the wave of dizziness backed
down. I gave myself a minute and tried again, with caution
this time. I looked around and found everything where it
should be. Toys put away, covers straightened, door open
and the dogs on their blankets at the foot of the bed. I smiled
to myself as I lay back again and drift off to sleep once more.
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Hmmm...Isn't it strange they would allow it now?

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This is the hottest story I've ever read. Thanks!
You are an awsome hot person.

10/1/2005

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Very hot and erotic story, and i really enjoyed it.In my
opinion, there's nothing wrong with a hot, sexy
lady, being a cum whore, at times.I find it a big turn on, also, and
have always loved it, when my wife would act like one, ,, ,, mmmm, ,would
drive me wild with desire.Keep up the great fun and enjoy
it.

10/1/2005

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lovly one , its like big fantasy to me , i can do the same 50
, but if you drope the zero .

10/1/2005

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The best cum-whore I ever read! Well, actually the only
one. Hot! Please think of all these hard dicks out here the
next time you are working on #48 and 49.

10/1/2005

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That might be a world record.

10/3/2005

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wow wow thats all i can say.

9/5/2006

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A bit boring

9/5/2006

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nice story. Refreshingly better spelling, and good material.
I thoroughly enjoyed every bit of this one. Keep it up

9/5/2006