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I woke from a deep sleep which left me disoriented. I recognized that I was in my own bed at home but I didn’t remember going to bed. As I lifted myself up off the bed I realized I was sore all over. My armpits and arms ached badly as well as the backs of my thighs and knees. I swung a leg off of my bed and that is when I felt the soreness in my cunt and asshole. Then my memory flooded with the ultra perverse scenes I had engaged in last night. It actually gave me a nasty jolt down in the depths of my ravaged little twat and I couldn’t help it when I let out a naughty little giggle as I dipped a couple of fingers into my used cunny. It hurt and felt like I was wiggling my fingers in a cup of warm yogurt so I pulled the covers off of me and spread my legs and was shocked by what I saw. Just about every inch of my skin was covered in dry flaky cum except for the places where my skin folded over onto itself or made a crevice of some sort. In those spots, the cum was still very much in liquid form. And there was a lot of it. Not that I hadn’t seen myself covered in semen before. I had, many many times, but being the experienced cheating slut that I am I was always careful to clean up the evidence of my insatiable cocklust so that my husband wouldnt...oh shit!
My husband! The memory of me confessing my whorish nature to Mike came flooding back to me. Has he left me? Oh no! The night before was cloudy and I couldn’t remember things in a linear way. That happens sometimes when I become so cock hungry that it actually becomes a feverish haze of greedy cocklust. It is something that I love so much that it usually leaves me with a nasty and warm feeling of contentment but not this time. This time it was accompanied by a feeling of dread. I tried to clear my head to think of specifics and I could remember laughing and panting like a whore in heat as I stared at my husband through the multiple dicks that were rubbing and bouncing off my face as I spoke directly to him about loving every hard throbbing inch of cock that I had ever received. I feverishly begged him to look at how all the cocks were being pumped into my willing holes and how this is how I love to be used all the time. Each time a cock would leave my mouth I would utter some nasty comment directly to my husband. Each time a load of hot cum would be emptied down my throat I would then spit out the empty tube of meat and proclaim my love and need for more before desperately seeking a new and still cum loaded cock for my hungry mouth.
The last thing I can remember was being carried around and impaled on dick after dick in what seemed like forever. With that memory came an orgasm that made me lose consciousness for a moment. You see, there aren’t many things that I love more than the carry and impale game. It’s a feeling that is hard to explain but I crave it. The longer it goes on for the more intense it becomes. It is like fucking in a vacuum void of time and space. Even gravity loses its meaning since I have no control whatsoever as to the fucking I am receiving. I am completely at the mercy of whoever it is who is holding me up and slamming me down on whichever dick they decide to impale me on. It is a wonderful feeling and I laid there in my bed and reveled in the filthiness of the memory.
I was startled out of my dirty little daydream by the sound of my husband's voice saying, “Good morning you filthy cheating little cockwhore!” I looked at him and I could feel my lip quivering as I tried to keep myself from crying. I said, “I’m sorry Mike, I am so sorry. You must hate me now and knowing that I have destroyed the love you felt for me is not something I can bare. I’ll pack my things and leave just please don’t tell me what you think of me. I beg you, please don’t. I can’t bare your scorn. Not now, not ever.” I got up to try to gather some clothing all the while willing myself not to burst into tears when Mike forcefully said, “Shut the fuck up and lay your slutty ass back down. Do you think I am letting you go anywhere? Fat fucking chance! Do you know how many guys dream of having a hot little fuck whore like you? Well, I don’t really know if they do or not but who gives a fuck. I have myself the hottest, nastiest little slut that anyone could ever hope for. And besides that, you are my love. How am I supposed to live without my love?”
I said, “What? I thought…”
“You thought what?” he interrupted, “That I could just stop loving you? I guess you know the real me about as well as I know the real you. Let’s get your skanky little ass cleaned up then I’ll make you breakfast and you can fill me in on some of the things you are most ashamed of having done and I’ll fill you in on how much I adore you.”
With that, I couldn’t hold back my tears anymore and they came pouring out of me along with uncontrollable sobs of relief and joy. I fell into my husband's arms and I can honestly say that I was enveloped with an overwhelming sense of feeling safe and protected and the beautiful feeling of belonging that I felt at that moment beat even the feeling of being gang fucked. As we held each other I started involuntarily rubbing my cunt up and down his thigh. I said, “God I am such a fucking whore! Even now, with my twat sore and on the brink of an emotional meltdown I still can’t help but rub my cunt up against your leg.” He said, “Yeah, I realized how little control you have over your sexual impulses when I carried you into the house early this morning. Even though you had been fucked into a state of u*********sness your bald little pussy just continued to grind and hungrily hump at the air.”I laughed and said, “Wow, that’s kind of weird, but it’s not a pussy…”
“I know,” he said, “It’s a cunt, and that is why I fucked the shit out of that messy hole while you were passed out. And it was good but I’d much rather hear you pant and moan like a wanton slut. And that wicked little giggle you do right before you grab the nearest cock and proclaim your never-ending love for all big dicks is just adorable.” I laughed, embarrassed a bit by my slutty idiosyncrasies, and said, “Well, I am so sore from that romp that it could be days before I cheat on you again. Unless you consider sucking cock as cheating because I’ll more than likely be sucking on a few before the day is over with any luck.”
To be continued...
My husband! The memory of me confessing my whorish nature to Mike came flooding back to me. Has he left me? Oh no! The night before was cloudy and I couldn’t remember things in a linear way. That happens sometimes when I become so cock hungry that it actually becomes a feverish haze of greedy cocklust. It is something that I love so much that it usually leaves me with a nasty and warm feeling of contentment but not this time. This time it was accompanied by a feeling of dread. I tried to clear my head to think of specifics and I could remember laughing and panting like a whore in heat as I stared at my husband through the multiple dicks that were rubbing and bouncing off my face as I spoke directly to him about loving every hard throbbing inch of cock that I had ever received. I feverishly begged him to look at how all the cocks were being pumped into my willing holes and how this is how I love to be used all the time. Each time a cock would leave my mouth I would utter some nasty comment directly to my husband. Each time a load of hot cum would be emptied down my throat I would then spit out the empty tube of meat and proclaim my love and need for more before desperately seeking a new and still cum loaded cock for my hungry mouth.
The last thing I can remember was being carried around and impaled on dick after dick in what seemed like forever. With that memory came an orgasm that made me lose consciousness for a moment. You see, there aren’t many things that I love more than the carry and impale game. It’s a feeling that is hard to explain but I crave it. The longer it goes on for the more intense it becomes. It is like fucking in a vacuum void of time and space. Even gravity loses its meaning since I have no control whatsoever as to the fucking I am receiving. I am completely at the mercy of whoever it is who is holding me up and slamming me down on whichever dick they decide to impale me on. It is a wonderful feeling and I laid there in my bed and reveled in the filthiness of the memory.
I was startled out of my dirty little daydream by the sound of my husband's voice saying, “Good morning you filthy cheating little cockwhore!” I looked at him and I could feel my lip quivering as I tried to keep myself from crying. I said, “I’m sorry Mike, I am so sorry. You must hate me now and knowing that I have destroyed the love you felt for me is not something I can bare. I’ll pack my things and leave just please don’t tell me what you think of me. I beg you, please don’t. I can’t bare your scorn. Not now, not ever.” I got up to try to gather some clothing all the while willing myself not to burst into tears when Mike forcefully said, “Shut the fuck up and lay your slutty ass back down. Do you think I am letting you go anywhere? Fat fucking chance! Do you know how many guys dream of having a hot little fuck whore like you? Well, I don’t really know if they do or not but who gives a fuck. I have myself the hottest, nastiest little slut that anyone could ever hope for. And besides that, you are my love. How am I supposed to live without my love?”
I said, “What? I thought…”
“You thought what?” he interrupted, “That I could just stop loving you? I guess you know the real me about as well as I know the real you. Let’s get your skanky little ass cleaned up then I’ll make you breakfast and you can fill me in on some of the things you are most ashamed of having done and I’ll fill you in on how much I adore you.”
With that, I couldn’t hold back my tears anymore and they came pouring out of me along with uncontrollable sobs of relief and joy. I fell into my husband's arms and I can honestly say that I was enveloped with an overwhelming sense of feeling safe and protected and the beautiful feeling of belonging that I felt at that moment beat even the feeling of being gang fucked. As we held each other I started involuntarily rubbing my cunt up and down his thigh. I said, “God I am such a fucking whore! Even now, with my twat sore and on the brink of an emotional meltdown I still can’t help but rub my cunt up against your leg.” He said, “Yeah, I realized how little control you have over your sexual impulses when I carried you into the house early this morning. Even though you had been fucked into a state of u*********sness your bald little pussy just continued to grind and hungrily hump at the air.”I laughed and said, “Wow, that’s kind of weird, but it’s not a pussy…”
“I know,” he said, “It’s a cunt, and that is why I fucked the shit out of that messy hole while you were passed out. And it was good but I’d much rather hear you pant and moan like a wanton slut. And that wicked little giggle you do right before you grab the nearest cock and proclaim your never-ending love for all big dicks is just adorable.” I laughed, embarrassed a bit by my slutty idiosyncrasies, and said, “Well, I am so sore from that romp that it could be days before I cheat on you again. Unless you consider sucking cock as cheating because I’ll more than likely be sucking on a few before the day is over with any luck.”
To be continued...
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