A Birthday Creampie And Much More
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After that night, that fateful night where she let me, where she made me become what I so intimately desired to be - a cumslut, her cumslut husband - things between us changed in very subtle ways. On the outside, everything stayed more or less the same, the daily routines, friends, family. But she had seen a new part of me, she became aware of a facet of myself she could use, play with. There was something new.
As promised, the next day, she brought me my laptop, asked me to open it, and open my porn folder. In front of her. She handed me an external hard drive.
‘Put everything on here, then delete it from your computer. From now on, I manage your porn. Understood? If you want us to do what we did last night ever again, explore all the possibilities, use my body in naughty, dirty ways, have me give you the creamy, cummy feast I know you long for, I have to be in control. There cannot be other women, any porn, without my explicit consent. Is that clear? It’s up to you. You can either keep the folder, and live the fantasy by yourself. Or you can hand it over, delete it, and become my cumslut. I can make that happen for you. It’s your choice. But there’s one more thing. If you choose to delete it and let me give you what you want, I want to decide when you cum. You can’t cum without my permission.’
Without hesitation, I transferred the files to her hard drive and deleted the folder. I felt liberated from the weight of these secret desires. I felt sadness to let them go. I felt naked, ashamed, exposed, aroused, to give her complete, unrestricted access to my secrets.
Seven days later, I was reading in bed. I had wondered for a whole week when I would get to cum. I felt liberated from those videos. I was out, she had seen me, we had made a deal. We were together now. For a whole week I anticipated. Knowing exactly what I was anticipating, knowing perfectly well that anticipating it only made it worse, only made it more abundant. Oh my, was I really anticipating this? My cock never felt so alive, so heavy, so warm.
That night, after seven days of anticipation, my wife came in with my laptop. It was beginning. She sat next to me, opened it. On the screen, there was a document, with one page, five photos. I couldn’t take my eyes off them. She turned to me, asked:
‘Look at these pictures. Do you recognize them?’
I did.
‘I found those in your folder. What are they?’
‘Naked women’, I replied, a bit flustered and intentionally vague. It was happening right now. She was doing it. She was going to do it. Knowing it, and knowing that she knew exactly what she was doing, and that so did I, made it very real.
We were going to make it real.
‘Oh is that it? Is that all it is? Naked women?’, she pushed on. ‘I believe those are pussies. Isn’t that right, my love?’
‘Yes, pussies’.
‘That’s right. And do you notice anything with these pussies? What do they have in common?’
‘They’re… full of cum’.
She looked at them, attentively, then at me. She smiled and kissed me. She backed away slightly, eyes on me.
‘Yes they are. Full. Of. Cum. Now, why do you think that is? Why are they full of cum? How on earth does that happen?’, she snarked.
‘They’ve been fucked’, I replied.
‘It would appear so, my dear. They’ve been fucked, and their husbands didn’t pull out, did they? They fucked those wives to completion. To sloppy, messy completion. So naughty. Poor little things, all full, dripping of warm cum. Which got me wondering, what on earth were such dirty photos doing on your computer? What desires to they stir up in you?’
‘I… they…’ The moment was real, but somehow, I couldn’t find the words. Well, I could. I knew exactly what they did to me, what I’d do to them. But I wasn’t able to actually go ahead and say it.
‘Oh, are you shy? Don’t worry, I’m your wife, you can tell me everything. You can tell me what would you like to do with those pussies’.
‘You know.’ My voice was weak.
She found this shyness endearing. She felt more in control. She pressed on:
‘No, I don’t know. I have no idea why my husband, my cumslut husband - she smiled at me - had pictures and videos of… now how is it you call them again, pussies that have been fucked full of cum?’
‘Creampies’. Just the word get me aroused.
‘Creampies, that’s right. Do you feel that’s an appropriate term? Does it describe it adequately?’
‘It does’
‘Oh, really? But honey, pies, they’re for eating’. She gave me one the sexiest looks she’s ever given me. ‘Is that what you’d do? You’d like to eat those pussies, wouldn’t you? Kiss them slowly, lovingly, clean them completely with your mouth’
I was fully erect, throbbing. ‘Yes’.
‘Oh but my love, those aren’t actual pies. They’re messy, sloppy pussies. They’ve been fucked and filled with warm, salty, creamy cum. Such a mess, a wet, sloppy, dirty, cummy mess. But you love dirty messes don’t you?’
Her hand slid under the sheets and touched my engorged, radiating cock. Again, a look, naughty, complicit. She knew. She felt, in her hand, the very concrete manifestation of her power.
Still holding my cock, she kissed me deeply.
‘Which one of those five creampies would you eat first? Which one is the most arousing? Is it the hairy creampie? Now that would be a really messy treat. The smell. Your face would be all wet and glossy. It’s running down her asshole. You’d better lick it all clean. All of it. Or would you rather eat the bald creampies? Smooth on your tongue.’
As she held me in her hand, I was throbbing.
‘As I was browsing your… collection, I stumbled on these photos, and I knew exactly why they were there. I knew you were secretly fantasizing about eating those creampies. I know you love a warm creamy mess. And I can feel in my hand that you know you’re going to be getting one tonight. You will. A nice seven-day mess.’
She took off her underwear. Her pubis and her lips were completely bald. Smooth as silk.
She took my hand, brought it to her wet slit. ‘It’s going to be a smooth, hairless pie for you tonight. I’ve been getting ready for this all week. ’
‘So have I’, I moaned.
‘I knew you would get ready, prepare that load, that mess. I knew that since you agreed to my terms, that you’d expect me to deliver the goods. That you’d anticipate the moment when I would. That’s why I waited seven days. Seven days of anticipation. And we both know what that does, don’t we, anticipating sex, getting in that naughty, kinky frame of mind. It means that you’ve built up a big, a very big creamy seven-day load. It means you’re going to make a big, a very big seven-day mess. Do you feel lucky to be getting a seven-day load just for you tonight?’
‘Are you serious? Is that what you’re going to make me do? Oh fuck’
‘Oh fuck is right. Oh dear, after we’ve made love, my pussy is going to be a complete mess. A big, sloppy, cummy mess. If it were me who was made to eat it, if you made me go down on you and suck you off to completion knowing you hadn’t cum in a whole week, I’d be afraid of what was coming. I don’t think I could swallow such a mouthful. So much cum. I’m not sure I’m enough of a cumslut for such a massive load. I’d be very nervous, weary. So should you. Not that you’re going to have a choice’.
She put the computer on the nightstand, lay next to me, spread her legs and took my head : ‘go down on me, eat me’. She brought my head between her legs. So wet, warm, soft, smooth. Her smell. Her taste. My tongue, lips, hands, fingers, slowly at first, then faster. She grabber her thighs and brought them against her body. Fully open. Offered. I was face deep in pussy.
‘Hmmm. That’s exactly how you’ll be eating the mess I’m going to have you make. I’m going to want the same intensity, the same hunger. Will you do it?’
‘I will’
‘I know’.
She pulled me next to her, told me to relax, and went down my body. Her breath, mouth. My throbbing erection. It felt irrigated, warm, throbbing, alive. Licking it, all the way from the base to the head. She did something she had never done. She was whispering, talking to it while kissing it sloppily.
‘You know what you’re about to do, don’t you?’ Kissing, licking. ‘You know what I’m going to make you do. I’m going to make you cum. You’ve been wanting this for a while. A whole week I’ve made you wait. The wait is almost over. You’re going to make love to me, to completion, make your wife all sloppy. And you know what’s going to happen next, right. My husband is going to go down on me and clean it all up. All that cum. Now, I feel a little cruel tonight. I really want a big mess for him to clean up. I want you to give me something nice for my husband. Something he’s been wanting for a long time. Something I’m looking forward to give him. He just loves the idea of eating your cum. What do you say we torture him a little, and keep on building that load. Let me get you good and ready. Let’s make sure we give him a real big fucking mess.’
And she got me ready. Her mouth, suction on my head, tongue swirling. Coaxing. Slowly, passionately, mischievously. My balls were full, were filling up even more.
She looked up at me : ‘You know what I’m doing right?’
Had I died and gone to heaven?
‘Is this for real?’ I begged.
‘This is real, love. Now I can’t wait anymore. Make love to me. Make love to me to the very end, the messy, creamy completion’.
She laid down and invited me in. She kissed me. My cock on her breath. With her hand, she slid me in her.
‘Go slowly’ she ordered.
As we kissed, our tongues swirling, her hands grabbed my ass as thrust slowly and deeply in her. I caressed her entire body, her smooth skin, heavy breasts, soft tummy.
I wouldn’t last very long.
‘I love you’, I whispered in her ear.
‘I love you too’.
We looked at each other and for a moment, I forgot about what we were doing. This wasn’t about a creampie anymore, it was a husband and his wife, making love. We got lost together. Until an escalating sensation pulled me back.
‘I’m close’, I told her. She kissed me and whispered in my ear:
‘Are you going to be a loving husband and cum in your wife?'
And the reality of the moment took over me again.
‘Yes’
‘What are we doing? What are you doing? If you continue fucking me like this, you know what’s going to happen, right? You’re going to cum in me. Don’t you know what that means, what you’re going to have to do to me after? Cumslut. There’s still time to stop this. You can stop right now. But I want you to know that I want to give you a warm, messy creampie. Are you going to make one for me, for your wife? Please, don’t stop, please let me give you a creampie.’
‘Oh fuck I’m so close’. I continued to thrust, slow, deep strokes.
‘Oh fuck you’re not stoping. Honey, but if you keep on fucking me like this… You haven’t cum in seven days. What are you doing? If you keep going you’re going to cum, you’re going to cum in me, ravage my bald pussy, fill me up, make a complete mess of me. A seven-day load. Oh fuck, that’s so naughty, so dirty. What are you doing? You know what’s going to happen. You can’t. This is so naughty, so dirty my love.’
She was panting, almost crying. She was going to bring me over the edge. She grabbed my head with both her hands, kissed me deeply:
‘Oh my god, you’re such a naughty cumslut. Look at you fucking me like a real man, knowing exactly why you’re doing it. Don’t you dare pull out. I can’t believe you’re doing this. You know what this is. How can you? Don’t you know? The mess. Oh god let me give you a creampie’
And at that very moment, I looked at her. ‘Thank you so much. I love you’. I embraced her, kissed her and with our bodies fully intertwined, I escalated, and escalated and felt her womanhood clench and wrap my flesh, pulling my entire being to a climax.
‘Fuck, my pussy is going to milk you’
Climbing high, higher, into a void. Echoes of her voice ‘Fuck, my pussy is going to milk you’. Weightlessness. To the end, then I fell off, soaring, oblivious, in irregular pulsations. One, two, three, only then, at the third or fourth becoming aware of my hips as they continue thrusting and her voice, my wife still underneath, with me, doing this.
‘My pussy’s milking you, love. You’re filling me up. I feel you’.
My cum shooting into her, five… six, each stroke silkier, wetter. How many cummy pulses, warm cum, semen filling her? Eleven, twelve maybe? A decrescendo, a deflation. Done. Over. Still in her. A little limp. A different state of mind. Exhaling, resting on her body.
‘Oh fuck. What have you done? I can’t believe it. I’m so full of cum’.
Those words she’s saying resonate differently now. Doesn’t she know I’m done? This was all dirty talk, that’s it. I’ll pull out, go grab a towel. Clean up.
Her fingers run through my back, my torso.
‘My dear husband. What have you done to your loving wife? There’s something I’ve been meaning to give you for a while, now.’
She pointed at the computer. I saw all those creampies. They were a clear reminder of what I had so desperately wanted. She handed me her phone.
‘Take a picture’.
I pulled out. My semi-hard cock was glistening with our lovemaking. Her hands reached her pussy. A large pearl of cum was leaking out. With her fingers, she rubbed it all over. She was full of cum, inside and out.
I took a picture.
‘Let me see’. She looked at the photo. She was shocked.
‘Holy fuck. Honey, look what you did. I’m a complete mess’.
Then she smiled.
‘This creampie is real, my love. This one is not just a fantasy. And it’s all yours. You know what’s going to happen now, what you’re you’re going to. I’m a mess. I need to be cleaned up.’
I didn’t have a choice. This was really happening. It happened.
Cheryl
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