3 comments/ 53664 views/ 14 favorites Ten Cocks to Say I'm Sorry Ch. 01 By: KellysMaster What could I say? I tried to resist the temptation. I mean, he's married! And he lives so far away. And I'm the mother of three! I had to try to break away. So I broke it off with my darling master two years ago. I broke his heart, but as I am in Joppa, Maryland, and he in North Carolina, I figured what could he do about it? I was wrong... A little about me. My name is Kelly Naddaf, a 37 year old divorced mother of three in northeast Maryland. 5' 3", small but fun breasts, dark brown hair, brown eyes, and a hint of Asian revealing my Pilipino heritage. (If you'd like to see pics of me, just PM us, and I'll send you some. If you leave a nice message, you may get the "good ones"!) A mild mannered librarian and book work by day, an absolutely possessed cum slut by night! Seriously. I can't drink enough sperm! So after two years without a drop of cum, I broke down and called him. At first he wouldn't take my call. Emails went unanswered. And who could blame him. After I signed a life long servitude contract with my master, then willingly and eagerly took my collar, to just abandon our relationship was inexcusable. I vowed to make it up to him. So as soon as my divorce was final from my asshole Muslim Syrian husband I threw myself at my lord and master. "Please master", I said when he finally took my call, "I'll do anything you say! Give Kelly any test and I'll prove my love to you. Just please take me back." So a test he gives me. This is the story of that test. "Commitissa" (I am not allowed a real name, so when not being mommy or the librarian of Edgewood Branch of the Hartford County Public Library, I am just "Tissa" at best) "if you want to prove your love for me, and willingess to once and for all submit to my mastery, you will do this..." and he spelled out my mission. So the next Saturday night came and I committed myself to fulfilling my mission. Playing off my wicked desire for the tasty and warm seed of a man's cock, my master told me I would suck off 10 strangers in one night, or he would never speak to me again. And I had to swallow the semen of all 10 cocks. No cheating. Like I would waste a drop anyway! He left it to me to find the spot where I could suck off ten men, and for a while, I expected to find a seedy bar and do it there. But that's just too much work. I'd have to be "picked up", and the public aspect left too much risk. Remember, a MOM! Besides I'm cute for sure, but am almost 40. Not that I look it though. So I returned to the adult book store he sent me to a couple years ago. See one of my other stories to read about that adventure! All true, every word, that story! My god, how I ever did that. And in comparison, that was mild to what I did Saturday night! I entered the store on Rt. 40 as if I owned it, which by the end of the night, I may as well have. I knew the rules, women were not allowed in the peep show booths unescorted. Too many crack addicts in the Baltimore area after all. So I found a nice looking middle aged white guy looking at some videos and just went for it. "Excuse me sir", I started. He looked at me and clearly liked what he was seeing. I dressed conservatively, figuring the MILF look was just too correct to ignore. I was wearing a long red skirt, a white blouse, smart pumps, and an open sweater. I left the top three buttons open and it was clear to him, and anyone else, I had no bra on. "Yes?" He says. "I'd like to go back to the peep shows (I took a deep breath and just said it!) and suck some cock, but they won't let me back there alone. Would you accompany me please? I'll purchase the tokens and you can be first to cum in my mouth. Would you please help me, I'm desperate?" "Right, fuck off" he says. "What are you, a cop?" "No no! You misunderstand. I'm not a whore. (OK, I am, but he didn't need to know that.) I won't charge you, I just want to suck your cock and as many more as I can get tonight. I HAVE to do this, please!" My desperation was clear. This was the only way back to my master's good graces. I would have fucked the Harlem Globetrotters if he asked. Actually, that sounds like fun! "Please, just help me Sir." I even had a few tears running down my cheeks. What could he do? "Well shit lady. If you're for real, I was going back there anyway. Let's go!" With that he took my arm hard and led me to the counter. This guy was perfect, he totally took charge. "My wife" he begins to the clerk "wants to see a peep show for the first time? OK if I take her back there?" Sure says the clerk, checking out my tits. "Minimum purchase is 5 bucks. Rules say only one to a booth, but we pretty much overlook that rule for couples." "Honey give the man a 20. We'll stay a while and check out all the movies." The guy even smirked! So I paid and was handed 20 tokens. Really cheesy things with a penis on one side and the number 1 on the other! The gentleman then took me by the arm again and led me directly to the booths. He must have thought I would loose my nerve. No way! I was scared, sure, but determined! As we walked, he took a few free feels of my ass, and whispered "I'm going to fuck the shit out of your mouth, you know." OK, game on I think. The second part of my master's demands was that after I get to the booths, I am to only say one thing, no matter what anyone says to me. My readers know what that is: "I am a cum starved cock sucking slut" I reply. So straight to the booths we go. The guy clearly had been here before because he passes about 10 booths that were available and went straight for a specific booth. He pushed me into it, then shut the door, pointing to the change machine. I knew what to expect, having been thoroughly briefed by my master. I put two tokens in the booth, and sat down on a little dirty bench. The guy opens his pants with no fanfare, takes out his average sized cock, grabs my head, and forces his dick right in my mouth. Who was I to refuse? I went to work. And man did I suck that cock! I hadn't had a non-rubber cock in my mouth, or any other hole, in over two years. My master was the last to fuck me, and he fucks ALL of me, starting and ending with my ass. But I am here to tell you I loved this guy's cock! Average size sure, but it was cock! Damn thing could have been two inches long and I'd have been happy. I immediately deep throated him and held it for several seconds. Then withdrew fully, returning to a deep throat posture again. I repeated this for several minutes. I was in heaven. God, how did I ever keep cock free for 24 months! How did I ever deny myself! I sucked that cock for all I was worth. The guy was literally on his tip toes! I could feel his toes curl! I know he said he was going to fuck my mouth, but I took total control. After a few minutes of deep throating, I changed to a little tongue action. Swirling, playing with his pee hole, licking his balls while deep throating (yeah, I can do that!). In fact, I was doing just that when he came. It was so awesome. I could feel his orgasm start, his vein was throbbing and he stiffened noticeably. I had to check myself to keep my hands and off his balls. Master was clear. NO HANDS! So I just relaxed my throat and tongue, letting just his cock head past my lips, and let that wonderful, warm, delicious nector coat my mouth! It tasted SOOO wonderful. I held the cum in my mouth for at least a minute, swirling it around his cock head until the nice man couldn't take it anymore! He grabbed my head, and pulled his cock unceremoniously from my lips. No matter, by that time, I had him clean completely, and drained of every drop. I stood up, looked him right in the eyes, smiled, then noticeably swallowed his load. I then winked and grinned like the Cheshire Cat! He just shook his head, mumbled something that sounded like "slut" under his breath, and turned to leave. I let him. After all, he was just the first of ten! Number 1 unlocked the door, intentionally NOT zippering up till he was in the dark little hallway. I guess that was his way of bragging. And he left the door open. Nice touch! I sat back down, amazed I had finally done it! For years, my master had wanted me to suck off a complete stranger in a sleazy little peep show booth or porn theatre. And in truth, I've spent the last two years with just this fantasy in my mind. It's all that kept me going. My desire to do JUST THIS! And I had. I was so proud. And I knew my darling master would be as well. But the night had just begun. I had sinned and must make recompense. My duty clear, my path illuminated. So I looked around the dirty little booth, wondering why number one insisted we use this booth. It was pretty non-descript. A hard bench, a screen, three walls, and a door. I looked for the glory holes Master said I would probably find, but there weren't any. Damn! A glory hole would sure make my job easier. Now I would have to face the men I blew. I'd really have preferred the anonymous route! Just then, I heard the door creak open further. I had forgot it was open! A tall, older black man stood there, staring at me, his hand holding the door half way open. And the way he leered at me! Disgusting! I've never really had any attraction to black guys at all. I know! I know! Size matters, the rumors, the modern interracial sex fascination. I get it. It just wasn't for me. I'm half Pacific Island, and smallish in size. I generally like older men, and size just never mattered to me. So I stared back. He grinned even broader, and asked "Where'd your old man go?" referring to number 1. Oh shit, I had to answer every question the same way. Master was clear. OK... "I am a cum starved, cock sucking slut." I stated without fanfare, hoping he'd go away. "Yeah, well. We all gotta be something!" he said, no doubt thinking he was clever. "So, want to suck mine?" Damn, I knew this would end up going this way. "I am a cum starved cock sucking slut." I felt like a broken record, but he got the hint. Stepping into the tiny booth, pulling the door shut, the black guy, around 60 or so, tall standing over 6' was going to be number 2. Average looking though clearly a working man as he was dressed in coveralls, a tattered shirt and smelled like a hard day digging ditches. Please just let this man cum quickly! It wasn't to be. The black guy took several moments before he said "Well, what's we gonna do now? You gonna suck me or what?" Yep, say it with me everyone: "I am a cum starved cock sucking slut." "Yeah, we established that already. So get to it already huh?" I put a few tokens in the slot, then reached up to his zipper, opening it and reaching in past his boxers. MY GOD!!!! The cock I found wasn't human! Horse maybe. Rhino, hippo, something. They say walrus's have huge members, maybe he was a walrus! This thing, soft, was thicker than my tiny hand, and every bit of 8 inches long. So big, I couldn't even begin to free it from his coveralls. He figured that out, reaching up to unhook the suspenders, dropping the coveralls to the floor, his boxers with them. And there it was! I watched in amazement as this walrus cock stiffened to at least 11 inches, maybe 12. And fat! I mean fat! I have small hands, and when I wrapped one around this shaft (I know, no hands, but what could I do! I had to explore this cock in everyway!) I couldn't see my painted fingernails on the other side. It was 3 inches in diameter if it was an inch. NO FUCKING WAY I COULD GET THIS IN MY MOUTH! Just no way. I just stared dumbfounded. "What's the matter, slut?" he asked. "Never seen a cock this big before? I thinks you can handle it though. Come on, kiss it!" So I did. I kissed my first black cock. I admit I had to close my eyes at first. One would think, an educated woman like me wouldn't fall prey to such prejudices, but hey, we are who we are. It tasted sweaty, dirty, musty and absolutely delicious! I love a man's cock that tastes like a man! Men work hard, men toil, men labor, men fight, men sweat and men use women. This was a man, color be damned! So I started kissing this cock like I was a teenager making out in the movies! I kissed it up and down, licked the pee hole (and was rewarded with the taste of recent piss for my efforts!), slurped the shaft, cleaned the head... I even licked his balls clean. This went on for several minutes, and I could tell he appreciated my efforts, but soon bored with the kissing of the cock. "OK bitch. Enough. Suck it." I shook my head, hard, the panic in my eyes. "Come on, you can do it. It ain't that big!" To encourage me, he started stroking this monster. "Come on, open up and let me fill that pretty little white mouth. You won't be sorry." OK Kelly, you can do this, I thought. I took a deep breath, opened my eyes wide, and my mouth wider, and put that glorious huge cock head in. It actually fit! I was able to get the head and a good five or six inches in my mouth. I held it there and let my jaws adapt and adjust. It was hard, but I was one proud little slave to have achieved this much. I tried to deep throat him, as I like to just get right to it when I suck cock, deep throating on the first pass. But I couldn't get the whole cock in. I laughed, causing me to choke a little, but here I was deep throating a solid 8 inches of black cock, with another 4 or so separating me and the man. That wasn't right, was it? Deep throating is supposed to bring me right up and close and personal to the twins and the man's smelly hair. I might as well have had to email this guy, he was still so far away. But my throat, entirely filled with GIANT cock! I was so turned on, my pussy immediately began to lube. I slowly eased off it, and looked up to see if he was pleased. "See you can do it. That was real nice. Real nice indeed" he said. Well this went on for a good ten minutes, me slowly easing this monster walrus down my throat, then out again. I was getting sore, but didn't care. I was so fucking turned on! I could feel an immense orgasm building. No not in him, in me! Didn't I mention that? Oh sorry. I have a gift, a gift for all men. I can have an orgasm WHILE SUCKING COCK! Seriously, just by the act of sucking alone, with no stimulation to my pussy, or even my breasts, required. My master discovered this about me some 18 years ago, when I was only 19. He and I had been dating exclusively (well, other than his fucking wife!) for about six months, and we were outside my friend's apartment in the parking lot. I was sucking his cock like a possessed woman, and just let the orgasm role off me like a tidal wave. Master was seven years older than me and far more experienced, so he knew what happened. And from that day on, my life as a cock sucker was confirmed. He said I was like a real life Linda Lovelace, whoever that was. So you can imagine the orgasm I had with this giant black walrus cock in my throat! I came so hard, I literally saw stars. I had to stop sucking, and come up for air for several moments. The guy just beamed! "Damn girl. Usually I gotta be fucking a bitch make her cum like that! You really are a cock sucking slut aren't you? My lucky mother fucking day!" he says. "How bouts you let me tap that pussy too, huh? Good cock sucker like you must be able to fuck like a pro!" Actually, I don't really enjoy straight sex all that much. Oh I like my pussy just fine mind you. Dildos, masturbation, and a pretty girl licking my clit are all great. But if a man is going to fuck me, hey, skip the pussy and go right for the grand slam, my ass! But NO WAY was I going to let this cock in my ass. A girl has to have her limits. I shook my head, repeating the obvious. "I am a cum starved, cocking sucking slut" I say going back to work. "Yeah, well today" Walrus man says, "you are a cum starved cock fucking slut." Oh no! Oh yes! He pulls his cock from my mouth, grabs me by the shoulders, lifting me from the bench, turns me around forcibly and pulls my skirt up. I shook my head desperately, but wasn't allowed to even say no! I repeated my cock slave mantra several times, but he didn't care. "Don't worry bitch, I'll give you my load, but I'm gonna have me some of this pussy, you hear? You just enjoy it now!' He's got my skirt up over my shoulders now, and discovers my secret, no panties! Worse, he finds the other thing master insists upon, my butt plug! More about that later. But in the meantime, he laughs about my plug a little, tsk tsking me, then gropes for my pussy. It is drenched by this time, and I was happy for it, for walrus man then just bends me over, plunging his 12 inch baseball bat in with some effort. I screamed, it hurt so bad. Worried someone would hear, he clamps my mouth shut, admonishing me to shut up. I keep shaking my head, wanting him to stop. I've been raped before, mind you. Several times in fact, and I even enjoy it occasionally, but this was too much cock for little ol' Kelly. He split my pussy like a ripe melon. The pain was excruciating, and my eyes teared up. I bit down on my lip, and wanted to beg him to stop. But alas, I wasn't allowed to speak so! So he just fucked, and fucked, and fucked, until I couldn't take it no more. Then he fucked some more. Finally, after what seemed a life time, he pulls his cock from my destroyed cunt, pushes me to my knees, and rams his cock back in my mouth. But he was too late, half his cum hits me square on the face, which was totally cool, covering my forehead, my nose, my eyes, my cheeks. The other half I was treated to. And when I say half, I really mean the other GALLON! For if the amount of a man's cum is directly correlated to the size of his cock, then I literally could have drowned in his sperm! He came and came, and I did my duty, swallowing and slurping every drop, and enjoying his moans and spasms. His cum was fantastic: thick and warm, tasting a little strange, like, I don't know, fried food? Whatever, I took it all. When he finally pulled his cock from my lips, he smiled like the devil himself. "Damn, bitch. I know you'd be tight. That was one fine pussy. Hope I didn't hurt you too bad, but shit, you got what you want." Then he winks, puts his coveralls back on, smacks my cheek a little, and leaves. At least he had the courtesy to shut the door behind him though! Not like the other asshole. I quickly locked the door to gather myself together, amazed at what just happened. I had sucked and fucked my first black cock, the biggest cock I had ever had, the first cock to fuck me in two years, and the first time I had fucked a man other than my master in public. This was a day for this slave's record book if there ever was one! I couldn't wait to get home and write these experiences down. But first, I had to suck eight more cocks, and drink their sperm.... (The next eight men will be detailed and described in the next chapters. I hope you enjoy reading about them as much as I enjoyed sucking them! In the meantime, if you'd like a pic of me, leave some feedback and email us. I'll be happy to send one! Till then, all my love! Signed your cum starved, cock sucking slut, Kelly.) Ten Cocks to Say I'm Sorry Ch. 02 It took several minutes to catch my breath. The very thought of what just happened to me, it was overwhelming. I knew I had an inner slut that could propel me to do some unimaginable things, like when my master, before he was my master and just my boyfriend, sodomized me in the parking garage stairwell to the Towson Movie Theatre when I was only 20. Or when I sucked his cock behind a refreshment stand at Busch Gardens in Virginia. Or when I masturbated with a friend's contact lenses solution bottle (unknown to her!) at the library where I work while Master listened on his cell phone. But this was beyond my wildest imaginings. I had just been raped by a monster of a black man, in a seedy, filthy little peep show on Rt. 40, and even more amazing, I was PROUD OF IT! Master said no sex, but it's not like I had any choice in it. I was proud of the fact that I put myself out there, for my master, for his honor, and his trust. I took the chance, and in my mind, proved my worth. I wanted to call him right then and there, but knew he wouldn't take my call. He was insistent: don't bother contacting him until I had sucked and swallowed the cum of ten cocks, PERIOD. So back to work it was. I had done two, and had eight more to go. My mouth wasn't even tired yet by any means, although the cock that just fucked me clearly left some damage to my pussy. It ached like hell. I was loving it! Master once called me a pain slut. I didn't know what that meant until he threatened to fuck me without slapping my face or tits. Then I understood! The pain was as necessary to me being fucked as an orgasm. In fact, I'm not sure I could have a vaginal orgasm if not being hit while being fucked. That's probably why I prefer anal sex, the pain is automatic! But I digress. Collecting myself, smoothing my long skirt down, straightening my blouse, teasing my hair back to style, I was ready. Standing up, I slowly unlocked the door, inching it open and looking out. There were five guys crowded around my door, clearly waiting for whatever this woman invading their private space did next. I assumed the two lucky guys, #1 and walrus man, had informed the other patrons of me and my mouth, but who really knew what they were thinking. I excused myself, pushing past them. At least three guys took a cheap feel of my ass cheeks, and I prayed no one would ask me a question, as the only answer I could give would lead to who-knows-what right there in the hallway. I'm a mom, and a professional librarian, I couldn't risk getting arrested. My life would be over. Well, my normal "vanilla" life anyway. I was lucky, not a word was uttered. I'm not sure what I was planning on doing, but I wanted to look around and see what the rest of the video arcade had to offer. What I really wanted was a glory hole. I figured with a GH, I could control the situation much better. No chance of being raped again. My cunt couldn't have handled it! About half or so of the little booths had their doors shut, but even most of those didn't have the little indicator light on above the door. I glanced in two or three of them, and saw no hole. But I couldn't see around the door. I wasn't quite so brazen as to actually look around the ajar door, as I could feel a dozen pairs of eyes burning my clothes off as it was. Finally, I found what I was looking for! A glory hole! It was on the far wall of a booth that was showing a gay film. Normally, guys having sex with each other isn't all that much of a turn on to me. Men are made to use and abuse women, not each other. But whatever. Not like I was watching much of the films anyway. So I entered, quickly looking the door, and taking a seat. I fumbled in my purse for a couple of tokens, dropped them in the slot, and was treated to a scene of two guys 69ing each other. It was kind of cool, so I watched it a moment or two, keeping an eye on the glory hole. Sure enough, within seconds, light began to pierce the hole, indicating someone had just started the film next door. I bent over, and angled my head enough to see my neighbor's screen. Two girls pretty much doing what the fellows on my screen was doing. Much better! I watched a second, until I was suddenly face to face with another eye ball. Literally. The guy next store took his time taking a peek. He just kept looking at me. I could not tell anything about the guy other than he was white. Well, maybe young, hard to tell with just an eyeball! So I sat back, thinking what to do. My mission objective was clear, but my tactics sadly lacking in planning. Fortunately, I didn't have to do much planning. The eyeball withdrew, and a few seconds later, I was treated to the third cock I got to see that day. This one a little short, about 4 inches or so, and thin. Poor pathetic guy. No wonder he was here! Not that it mattered to me, I'm not normally a size whore, walrus man notwithstanding. So I got right to work. I was not allowed to use my hands, even though in this setting, they would have helped. So I knelt down on the sticky floor, and just engulfed the little guy. Not difficult with his shortness, I immediately deep throated him, per my usual MO, and held it there. As this cock was so little, I could stay like that for hours. It was easy to breath around this little member. I swirled my tongue on the cock for what seemed like minutes, and was treated pretty quickly to my third taste of cum. Not to much, and sweet tasting, confirming suspicions this was a younger man, not to mention the speed of his getting off. If memory serves, younger men have fresher cum, and it usually tastes less, well, let's say "bleachy". More salty. I had only, before today, sucked nine other cocks, and in the last 15 years, only 2, my master's and my ex-husband's. Both of them are over 40, and my ex over 50, so it's been a while since I drank fresh cream. But this cum was tasty. I remember wishing there was more! I swallowed, licking my lips in a real bold slutty way, but I don't think he was watching as I could hear him zip up. Not even a thank you, ass hole! I listened as his door opened. But I kid you not, immediately, it shut again. I was getting horny again, and hoped that the next guy would be a better recipient. I was hoping to have an orgasm myself sucking this next cock. Kiddo #3 left me wanting! I fed the slot a few more tokens, and watched as the two guys stopped sucking each other, and moved on to rimming each other's asshole. OK, I'll admit, that was hot! I was enthralled enough that I missed the next guy, #4, talking to me. "Hi ya!" he said. What, did he think this was a pick up bar? "Hi", he says again. "I am a cum starved, cock sucking slut", I reply softly. "What" he asks. "I am a cum starved, cock sucking slut" I repeat. "What" #3 says again. So this guy was deaf as well and dumb! OK, a little louder. "I am a cum starved, cock sucking slut" I say aloud. And he still didn't hear me. So I knelt down on the floor, put my mouth right to the hole, and said it again. I am such a trusting fool, I should have seen this coming. No sooner did I get the word "slut" uttered then I was smacked right in the nose by the next cock! What an ass! I angered quickly, and was about to sit back up, letting this guy suffer his own indignity, but the cock was gorgeous! White guy, thick and around 7 inches, and uncut! I LOVE uncut cocks! Master is Catholic, so his is cut, but my ex was a Muslim and born in Syria. They don't do that there, obviously. An uncut cock is so much fun, the way the skin moves up and down the shaft. I especially like it when the skin bunches up on top of the head, allowing my tongue to actually penetrate a little tube of cock skin! And uncut cocks are dirty! Seriously! You guys never clean them adequately. So I get to! I was possessed. I actually squealed in delight, and attacked that cock like a baseball fan eating his Oscar Meyer! Only my wieners are made with mayo, not mustard! I was in heaven, sucking this cock. Yes, I took it all in, many times! Then I moved the skin out of the way, using only the pressure of sucking, and licked the now exposed head and neck of the cock. It was, as expected, quite dirty. I could taste several awesome delicious treats at once: sweat, that weird little cheese that uncut men and street whores both develop under their folds, pussy (leaving me to believe this guy had been fucked quite recently) and best of all, piss! I bet he had just pissed right before coming back to the booths. I just LOVE piss! I never get any though. It's been two years, I may have mentioned, since I've been with a lover, and in truth, have only ever tasted my master's piss. But just the thought brought on my orgasm! I sucked and licked that cock until it was spotless, and let the orgasm rock through me. I caught myself moaning so loud, I was certain the undoubted swarm of guys listening at my door heard me. I know #4 did! I came and came, and worked that cock like it was the last cock on Earth. Fuck off, Will Smith, because "I am Legend!" Ha! Just thinking of this cock is getting to me as I write this. Master, please come see me! Someone! Anyone! Fuck me now! Oh, sorry.... Back to the story. I blew that cock like a pro. OK, I am a pro! But still, I did my duty for ten minutes with this guy, and it was worth it. He exploded like a supernova and I wasn't about to let him down. I clamped my lips tightly around the head, moving the foreskin out of the way with my tongue, and let the river run! His cum was fantastic. Thin and watery, which I like because that always means there is more of it, I drank till I couldn't breath. He must have cum for twenty seconds. When I was certain he was done, I swirled the cum around his cock with my licker, then used a little back sucking pressure to make sure none of it stayed on his cock, and all in my mouth. I sat back on my haunches, out of breath, letting the sperm sit in my mouth while I enjoyed the taste, still feeling the final vestiges of my orgasm haunt my sex. Than I noticed #4 look through the hole. "Thanks sweetheart, that was fantastic! Best blow job I ever received. Just incredible" he says. Aw, what a dear! He deserved the full treatment. I leaned forward while he was still looking, opened my mouth clearly demonstrating the large pool of his cum in my mouth, then swallowed in a most exaggerated fashion, finishing by licking my red lipstick covered lips several times. "I am a cum starved, cock sucking slut" I said, and meant it! #4 just beamed. He winked, then disappeared. Christ, did I want to fuck that man! Sorry Master, I know! But he could have had his way with Kelly, a dozen times over at that moment. Good thing he wasn't in the booth with me, I'm not sure I would have resisted! I had little time to ponder his fucking skills, though. I heard the unmistakable sound of the door shutting yet again next door, and the lock engaging. So I just stayed where I was, figuring this was the position best suited for cock sucking though a glory hole. Perhaps I could have managed while sitting on the little hard bench, but at that angle, well, I'm not that run away slut 19 year old I was when Master first asked me out, way back when. A few pounds and a lot of miles have rendered me a little less nimble. I did manage to reach up and drop a couple of tokens, but for the life of me, I wasn't sure why I did. The movie ran out half a blow job ago, and I didn't care. Why now? So I shamelessly looked through the hole to see what fate gives me in the form of #5, ignoring the queers on the screne. Pissman, as I thought of #4, was going to be a hard act to top. And from what I saw, #5 had no chance of topping my uncut hero. Here before me was an old man, and I mean OLD. Hey, I like older men, right? Much older. But this guy was like 80 if he was a day. Almost completely bald, wrinkled, and possessed of a very sad, lonely air about him. I didn't know whether to feel disgust or pity. His clothes were tattered, unkempt, as wrinkled as he was, and smelled bad, even from a room away. I was reminded of my grandmother's room at my mother's house in Joppa. Why do all old people smell like mothballs? Yuck! There was just no way I was going to suck this walking cadaver, the excitement might kill him, and that might just spoil my fun. I was just about to stand up when I heard the unmistakable voice of my darling master echo in my mind. "The fist ten cocks you encounter. I don't care if they are black, white, Asian, fat, skinny, long, short, cut, skinned, young or old. You will SUCK EACH AND EVERYONE OF THEM WITH OUT HESITATION AND SWALLOW THEIR SEED, OR LOOSE THE NUMBER AND NEVER CALL ME AGAIN"! I couldn't let that happen. I had to obey my master, I love him! I need him! I desire nothing so as to please him. I am his property and willingly delete Kelly's life choices for his. I will obey, I tell myself. And the thought of lying to Master was out of the question. He always knows! So I steel myself for what has to be. Hey, he's old, how long can he last, and then I'll be half done with my ten cock apology. This could work. Maybe.... I wait till he makes his move, which is not long in coming. "Hey little darling" he says, "I hear you're sucking dicks today. How bout you such mine?" he says. His voice was perfectly suited for his looks, old and frail. "I am a cum starved, cock sucking slut." What else could I say? "Yes, someone said as much" was his reply. Great, hall talk! You know, it's times like this I wish I had never converted to Islam, I could have really used a drink! Time to get this over with. I put my fingers, freshly painted nails and all, up to the hole, and gently massage the opening as Master had suggested I do to get things moving. I felt like Senator Larry Fucking Craig doing it, but oh well! He took the hint pretty smartly, and unzipped his decades out-of-date pants, pulls them down around his nobly knees, followed quickly by his stained and disgusting boxer shorts. Seriously, we women martyrs really ought to get the 72 virgins in paradise too, you know? I was repulsed! His skin hung on him like tissue paper, and was about as thick. He smelled horrible, and his cock, all 3 inches of it, looked like a shriveled chicken wing! By the time he stuck it through the hole, not more than 2 inches were available to me. The hole wasn't very wide, and his balls couldn't make it through. It was shaft or nothing. Heavy on the nothing in this case. I tentatively licked it, and forced down the gag reflex. I couldn't deep throat this tooth pick if I wanted to, so I wasn't entirely sure how to proceed. I licked a second time, just his head, and let the taste assail my senses. My first thought was vinegar, but that didn't make any sense. Then I realized what I was tasting. Ben Gay! AAHHH!!!!! Focus, Kelly, focus. Think of Master's cock in your ass, his teeth digging into your shoulders while he sodomizes you, the chance to drink of his piss from a glass to show your worth, anything but this geezer's prick in your mouth. Just get it over with. So I licked some more, moving to the shaft, if you could call it that. I cleaned the entire cock, not that it took very long, before taking it in my mouth completely. It was so short, all I could think of was that I was deep teething him? HA! I clamped my lips on the cock, intent on doing what I had to do. No one could call me a quitter. I sucked, licked, swirled, teased and sucked some more, sure that any second I would be rewarded, or is it cursed, with his cum. Hey, I really am a cum starved, cock sucking slut, but there are limits. Or at least I thought there were. Then he started. "Oh, that's good. You suck like a real whore." Nice! Grandpa Jones is a talker! Hey gramps, do me a favor will you, and shut the fuck up! No such luck! "Yeah, you suck a mean dick, missy. I had me some good blow jobs, but usually a man's gotta pay for one this good. You want I should pay you?" Yeah I did! But I doubted he had enough money to make this worth it. "Oh yeah, bitch, suck that dick. You like that dick don't you. I should bend you over and fuck you hard." Yeah, like THAT was going to happen! So I sucked and I sucked, and I sucked that little cock some more. I really honestly expected the old guy to blow quick, but I was a little impressed. He lasted a good 15 minutes! Thank Allah he wasn't huge or even average sized because even ol' cock sucking Kelly has her breaking point. But this was easy, if boring. Suck. Suck. Suck. Suck. Lick. Lick. Lick. Swirl. A little nibble. Suck. Suck. Suck. And finally! He came. A fair amount, but AAAGGG! It was horrible. This cum tasted like a straight shot of Ajax. I could have puked! It was watery, which normally is a good thing for cum lovers, but seriously, battery acid city! Fear not, my beloved readers, I was a dutiful cum drinker and swallowed it all. But a bad taste, both literally and figuratively was I left with. And this old bastard, what's he do? He leaves his cock in the hole, just all limp and pathetic like, a little extra cum still leaking from the pee hole. "Hey missy. You done already? Come on, I got some more for you. You want some more?" Oh crap, a question! The rules were clear however. "I am a cum starved, cock sucking slut." "Good. So suck already." So I did. Back to my knees and I take this little limp excuse for a baby doll dick back in my mouth and suck. More like just lipping at this point. Hard as hell to give a blow job to a limp 2 inch cock, but hey, WHO'S THE BEST COCK SUCKER IN MARYLAND? Yep, me! So I did it. I brought this little cock back to hardness and sucked it some more. Who'd have thought that this old guy could have managed two erections in a month, much less in the course of 20 minutes. It'd be pretty impressive, if it wasn't such a waste. But I gave the old dead dude a treat none the less. I'm nothing if not courteous. But I wasn't going to finish him a second time. I needed a break, and truth be told again, I was pretty disgusted. He was gross, smelly, older then Ben Franklin, boorish and crude. I'm OK with humiliation obviously, OK, so more than OK with it, but this fellow was just silly. Humiliation without the strength of a sincere dominant isn't appropriate, or effective. It's just cliché'. So after a few moments of round two with ol' Ben here, I stopped, stood up, and started to gather my self together. I had it in mind to go find a drink of water and wash my throat and mouth of this horrid taste and maybe find a lady's room. He badgered me a moment before I left though. "Hey! I'm not done yet. Suck it missy. You're so good, come on suck it! I'll pay!" No way, Grampa Ben, I was done. So I ignored him, figuring I had done my master's duty already. Nothing in my orders said anything about having to double tap a living dead guy! Onward and outward were my next steps. So I fixed my skirt, ran my fingers through my dark hair, wiped my chin, and unlocked the door. I immediately heard a fair amount of movement outside my door, certain the horde of ease droppers were scrambling before they got caught. I waited a second to give them a chance to compose themselves, and opened the door, praying beyond prayer that no question would be asked of me. Because by this point, I really really had to pee! Chapter 3 coming soon! Don't miss out on Kelly, the cum starved, cock sucking slut's 10 cock apology! In the meantime, if you'd like to see some of her pictures, send a fan letter to kcm2128@gmail.com or drop us a line here through Literotica. Ta for now! Comitissa Obsequious. Ten Cocks to Say I'm Sorry Ch. 03 With a last look in the mirror, I took a deep breath and headed back out to the dark and fairly intimidating hallway. I looked left to where the video booth I had just vacated was and to my disappointment, saw it had someone in it. So did the booth next door. Damn! No access to the glory hole! Maybe I should stay in the bathroom a few minutes and hope my booth became available. If I couldn't find another glory hole, that was exactly what I was going to do! So I ventured out, figuring one quick walk around the loop (the video arcade was shaped like a square, with booths on both sides of the hall) to see if there was another available glory hole, and I'd be safe back in the bathroom. Clutching my purse, I shifted to the left side of the square and ran right into the swarm of men! I had wondered where they went. My god, it was like 8 or 10 guys, I couldn't even tell! I saw the old pervert I had already blown who wouldn't shut up talking to them. He had this wicked grin on his face, and the other men were all clearly laughing and smiling. I could only guess what Grandpa pervert had been telling them. OK, maybe that's a little unfair, Lord knows I am a pervert myself! And pretty proud of it actually! Cum. Cum. Cum. Cum. My four favorite words. But these guys left me weak kneed! I could see the predatory glare in their eyes. This was not going to be good! I started to back away, preparing to run as fast as I could. I had already been raped, well sort of, today, and my cunt still throbbed from the bruising and stretching King Kong gave it. And a couple of these guys looked every bit as big a guy as he was! There were three black guys, a Latino, the old fellow, and maybe a half a dozen white guys. Not a one of them under 50 by the looks of it! No way Kelly was going to do this! So I backed around the corner, and just before I broke into a run for my life, I saw the door was open to my glory hole booth! I bee-lined for the safety of my own little spot, and as I pulled the partially open door the rest of the way, out walks another man! He bumps into me pretty roughly, rough enough to know it's no accident, then blocks my entrance to the booth, leaving this cum slave stuck in the hall way. I could hear the other guys coming around behind me too! "Well hello little miss" says this guy, white, about 60, in a business suit. "aren't you the pretty little thing! Are you the young lady all these guys are claiming gave them such a good blow job!" Shit! A question. For those who may not have read the first couple chapters of this true story, I was on a quest. My master, in his wisdom and his wrath, had given me a test to prove my worth so that I may be able to return to his devoted service. I was to suck the cocks of ten men, swallowing all the cum I could muster from their balls, and I was to enjoy it. So far, I had serviced five men. Well six if you count ol' Grandpa dirty mouth twice. But there were stipulations. One, no hands. My mouth only. Two, no pussy or ass. I was NOT allowed to fuck anyone, just give head. Three, I was only allowed to say one line, regardless of what anyone may have asked or said to me first. I am a cum starved, cock sucking slut. That was it, nothing more could I utter. But I was in trouble here. I knew sure as I was standing there and sure as I really did crave their cum, I was about to be brutally gang raped. A girl just knows! It wasn't that I particularly regretted the impending rape, although no girl really prefers getting sexually assaulted, regardless of what we say, it was just that I wanted to complete my master's task. I needed to suck and swallow the cum of five more men. I was already in for it for allowing myself to be raped once already today. But he would NEVER understand this. So I bolted. I ran scared as a jack rabbit, RIGHT INTO THE ARMS OF THE GANG RAPE CRAZY MOB! At the exact time I hit the hallway corner, here comes the boys! I ended up in the arms of one of the huge hulking black guys. He was old like 60 something, weighed well over 300 pounds and hadn't shaved. He smelled of alcohol too. "Well hello little miss" he says. Did I hear that right? Didn't the other guy say that? "Where you going in such a hurry? Rumor has it you like to suck cock, that you NEED to suck cock. That true?" I looked over his shoulder, the other nine guys I could clearly see now, and I felt the breath of the one from the booth behind me. "He asked you a question, Little Miss. Aren't you gonna tell him what you are?" said the business suit. I was terrified. The mountain of a man holding me gripped my arms tightly, I mean tightly, cutting the blood off to my arms and causing me to cry out in pain. "Yeah Little Miss. I asked you a question, bitch." Then all the guys started. Little miss this, little miss that. Bitch this. Slut that. Whore. Whore. Whore! I started to cry, terrified and humiliated. All I wanted to do is please my master and enjoy a few cocks in the anonymity of a glory hole sporting video booth! Is that too much for a lady to ask! But it was evidently clear what had happened. This was planned. While I was in the bathroom, they must have prepared this. Or maybe while I was sucking some of the other cocks. Whatever, the "little miss" gave it away. "Aw. She's crying. Must be we're hurting her! I'm gonna hurt her, guys. Open her little cunt open like a can of beans!" says Mountain Man. "Easy now. We don't want to really hurt Little Miss" says ol' Grandpa. "We just want what's coming to us. We all know she gives it, so we gonna take it. Now Little Miss. Tell all these nice men what you are, nice and pretty like. Just like you told me. Come on what are you?" I swallowed hard. Cooperate, that's what they say when a girl is about to be raped. Just cooperate and it will be over soon. "I am a cum starved, cock sucking slut" I croak, barely audible. "What now? What'd you say Little Miss. I don't think everyone heard you. You boys hear her?" The all laughed no. And then it hit me, the internal sexual energy that usually promotes my inner slut! That energy had been somewhat lacking this day, as I think I was mostly focused on Master's needs, not my own. My inner slut, known to my master and myself as Comitissa Obsequious, suddenly clawed her way to my conscience, and let herself be known. 'I AM A CUM STARVED, COCK SUCKING SLUT!' I bellowed. Again, I say it. "I AM A.....CUM......STARVED.......COCK......SUCKING......SLUT!" Damn it felt good to say it like that, and mean it! I poured all of my whore, slut, sleaze, skank, slave and perverted womanly charms into it. "I am a cum starved, cock sucking slut" I say for a third time, a little more demurely. And I licked my lips to add some emphasis. If I was going to be gang raped by ten men, or was it eleven, I was sure as hell going to try to suck and swallow the cum of the last five I needed, at least. Master would have to show me some mercy. He'd just have to. It's not like I didn't try to run, I did. I got to work too. I reached down Mountain Man, who had ceased to grip my arms so hard, and found his cock, already hard as a rock. And yeah, he was huge to match his body. A good eight inches. Not like King Kong, so I knew I was OK with it. I rubbed him through his pants with one hand, reaching behind me to Suit guy, and found his cock. I rubbed both of them for a minute or two, smiling now like a kid in a candy shop, and letting my mind anticipate what would happen. Maybe, just maybe, if I controlled the action enough, I could avoid the rape. I hoped. I'd gladly suck their cocks, all of them, but I didn't want to fuck any of them. I was there to suck cock! After a minute or two, I unzipped them both, pulling their cocks out. Mountain Man had a fantastic 8 inch black cock, which would be the second black cock I've ever had in my mouth. The 60 year old "suit" had a fairly typical 5 inch by 1 inch prick. I started with him. Dropping to my knees, I greedily took him in my mouth, never letting up on Mountain's elm tree. Master said I had to suck with no hands, he never exactly said I couldn't masturbate a cock I wasn't actively sucking! Ah, God bless my Loyola University Philosophy degree, it always allowed me such strong powers of reasoning to find such a loop hole! A 5 inch cock is nothing for Kelly the Cum Slut, let me tell you. I took it all easily, swirling and massaging it in my mouth with my tongue, deep throating him at least 20 times a minute. I was going to knock this one off fast, and jump into Mountain next. As I sucked and thoroughly enjoyed blowing this gentleman (I like older guys) I wondered what the other fellows were doing? I kept expecting to be forced to my feet, kicked, pinched, or whatever. But no one interfered. So suck I did, to the delight of the recipient, all the while getting mountain good and hard with my right hand. Then it occurred to me, my left hand was free! I reached around until I found a new pair of legs, having no idea who they belonged to. I followed the legs up till I found his fly, then unzipped it too. He got the idea, pulling his cock out and leading my hand to it. I didn't know if he was black, white, or whatever as my face was still buried in Suit's crotch! Soon, I was rewarded with that heavenly seed I love so much. Suit came, straight into my mouth. I had no problem taking it and swallowed it all, as I was both ordered and also loved to do. I was in ecstasy, so happy Tissa had finally resurfaced. It had been literally years since she had been let out of my mental cage. The split personality we both shared, mild mannered librarian and mother of three by day, cum starved, cock hungry whore by night, was a thing of the past, or so I thought and feared. Tissa had been gone for years. Well, mostly gone. Kelly kept her under control, trying to be the responsible woman of the 21st century. But now, Kelly was thrown violently into Tissa's cage, and Tissa took control, allowing me to truly savor the cock I had just sucked. I enjoyed the first four out of five I did, but this one was what I was waiting for. Didn't matter the size, or race, cut or uncut, long, short, whatever. It was a cock! Plain and simple. It was a cock and it was in my mouth! That's all I really ever wanted in life! So I swallowed him proud, and no sooner than he was clearly drained of every drop of his delicious semen did I move right over to Mountain. Mountain's cock was glorious. I generally don't go in for African-American guys, but in this dark hallway, he wasn't nothing but a big, glorious, smooth, tasty cock! As I took him in my mouth, I reached out randomly, hoping to have yet a fourth cock. Suit backed off, mumbling something about Little Miss's hot mouth, so I had a free hand. I fumbled around in a sea of legs, knelt down as I was sucking Mountain's giant dick, and low and behold, my hand found a cock. It was already out, no zipper pulling required. The guys clearly were getting prepared. I stroked the two unknown cocks in each of my hands as I worked Mountain over. Starting just on his tip, I tried a new approach. An inch at a time further my mouth descended on his thick pole with each bob of my head. One bob, one inch. Back to the tip. A second bob, another inch deeper in my mouth. Back out to the tip. A third bob and a little tongue, then back out 3 inches. A fourth. A fifth inch. A sixth inch. All the way till I had his solid thick 8 inches deep in my throat. I bobbed a few more times, taking all 8 inches till his pubic hair filled my little nose, finally holding his cock in my throat on the 12th bob. I held it for at least a minute, and Mountain was going ape shit! "Man, this bitch can suck cock!" he said. As he spoke, he grabbed the back of my head, and pushed even more cock down my eager throat. I'm sure he expected me to gag, but hey, I am a cum starved, cock sucking slut! No way I would gag this wonderful dick! He held my head hard against his crotch, and I finally moved my tongue to where it could do some good. I licked the base of his cock, now firmly on my lips, and up and down the thick throbbing vein. And I started to feel it. I had an orgasm coming, no doubt about it. I am one of those rare girls who can cum herself just by sucking cock. In fact, it's my easiest orgasm. Well, besides having my ass fucked. But I was kind of doing that too! I had a small, purple butt plug in my ass. I think I mentioned that earlier? It's part of my "bear family" as master calls them. Papa Bear butt plug is too big to stay in my ass for long, it always pops out. Mama Bear butt plug is too thin to really get me off. But Baby Bear butt plug is just right! Thick enough to get me off, but short enough to stay where it belongs. I wear it a lot, especially to the library where I work! Today, it was firmly implanted in my ass, no one really the wiser, while I took Mountain on a ride. When he finally released my head, I started bobbing more furiously up and down this fantastic chocolate shaft. It felt wonderful: soft, velvety and quite warm to my taste buds. I heard some grunting to the side of me though, and knew what was happening by the tone of said grunting. One of the guys I was jacking off was about to pop. Master was clear, I had to swallow the cum of the 10 cocks I sucked, but he never said I couldn't enjoy other cum! So I stopped sucking Mountain a moment, much to his chagrin, and moved my face to the near exploding cock to my left. It was one of the older guys, and no doubt he came so quickly because I was the youngest, hottest woman to touch his cock in decades! I put my face right up to it, and jacked a little harder, letting his now flowing sperm hit me in the face! The guys went wild! Cheering, hand slapping and a lot of hooting and hollering greeted my facial, which by the time was done, was dripping down my nose and lips. I greedily licked as much as I could into my mouth, letting the rest just coat my nose and upper lip, then went to return to Mountain Man. I don't know why I did what I did next, other than the near insane abandon Tissa causes when she surfaces, but I paused long enough to take my shirt off. I just pulled it straight up and off my head, tossing it wherever. I was greeted by a number of appreciative comments and was in heaven hearing them! "Damn, this bitch is hot!" "Well little miss, what nice little tits you have!" "Christ, she wants it. Guess we won't have to rape her after all!" Oh thank Allah! I thought at that one! Just let me suck you all! I returned to Mountain and finished my work, while my now free hand found yet another cock in need. I was starting to loose count, but knew that Mountain was cock number 7 in my mouth. Finish him, and I needed only three more. So I did! I worked him up with a frenzied bobbing of my head, even treating him to a hummer! My good graces and generosity were soon rewarded, as he pumped his jism like a fire truck! And to add to the yummy taste I was enjoying, or perhaps because if it, I came as well! Audibly and demonstratively to my would-be gang rapists. I came so hard, I inadvertently dropped the cock from my lips, screaming my orgasm. "God yes, ahhhhhh! Ohhh shit!" I yelled, just as Mountain's last strand of cum hit my forehead. I figured I swallowed enough of his sperm to count, but to make sure, while my orgasm still sent it's aftershocks through my body, I let go of the cock to my left, scooped up the remaining cum and plopped it in my mouth! This had the effect of causing a secondary orgasm to rock my body and left me wanting for air. Gasping, I sat back on my calves, panting like a dog in heat. I took a couple deep cleansing breaths, figuring the gang would understand my needs. I was wrong. "No way little miss," says Grandpa. "You rest when we say you rest. Grab her boys!" "Hey wait a minute." Replies the nice guy in the business suit I finished first. "She's having a good time here too. No reason to hurt her. Let her catch her breath." "No way dude!" This was a new voice. I couldn't see who it was from my vantage point. In fact, the only thing I could see were legs and cocks. But the voice sounded young. "You heard her. She's a cum starved, cock sucking slut. Fuck her. In fact, yeah, that's a good idea!" There went my only chance of not being raped again. I panicked. I grabbed my shirt and purse, and went to stand up. Mission and master's wishes aside, gang rapes were not in the deal! I made it about half way to my feet. "Down bitch!" said Grandpa. "Stand when we say stand." What was it with this old fossil? Did I wrong him in another life? I mean Christ, I already gave him two blow jobs, what did he have to be sore about? "Go ahead son." He continued, "have your way with her!" The crowd parted. I hoped Suit would come to my rescue, but it was not to be. He stepped aside, and I noticed he didn't put his cock away. It must be true what they say about a mob mentality. I was screwed! Suddenly a young guy, couldn't be more than 20 or so, stepped up to me and grabbed my hair. He pulled hard, bringing me to my knees. I like getting my hair pulled, hard, so I let myself go with the pain and pleasure, hoping the pain would settle my nerves and fear. He started fondling my breasts, both of them at the same time, then pinched my nipples. If you haven't seen my tits (email me I'll be happy to send you some pics!) my nipples are huge! Almost ¾ an inch long, thick and dark like a good Asian chick's tits should be. For a young guy, he knew what to do. He pinched and pinched, then dug his fingernails in. It was getting to me, and they could tell. "Damn. Just look at her. Have you ever seen such a horny slut like this?" one of the older suits said. "I bet there isn't anything we couldn't do to her if we wanted. What about it, little miss? Can we do anything to you we want?" I tried to answer around the abuse my tits were taking. "I am a cum.....ahhh, starved..... hmmmm..... cock sucking sl..... sl.....slut!" I yelled. "Yeah, so we heard. Can't you say anything else besides that?" "I....am....a cum starved..... cock....sucking slut!" I repeated. "Yeah, well whatever. I'm going to fuck the shit out of you!" said the young kid, whom I had started thinking of as a rich kid,George Bush Duke University Lacrosse playing frat boy type. He sure acted like it. Suddenly he slapped me, hard, to the face. "Hey whoa now. Not gonna be none of that!" Mountain says thinking he's being my hero. "Little miss here don't need none a ya boys hitting her, hear me? You want to fuck her, OK. Fuck her ass, I'm down with that. But ain't no hitting necessary." "Oh she don't mind, mister," says grandpa. "Do ya Miss?" Oh fuck! I took a deep breath, sure my next comment would be the final straw. "I am a cum starved, cock sucking slut." "There you go, mister. Let the boy have his fun." So Frat Boy did! He slapped me about a dozen times, sure he was working me over and probably thinking he was hurting me. Not a chance. I was loving it! I put on a good show though, pretending to recoil every time he swung. The little jerk didn't hold a candle to Master's hand. I knew how to take a slap, and took them I did. He tired of it in a few minutes, then ordered me to stand up. I complied, figuring what else could I do. I still harbored an unreasonable hope that I wouldn't be gang raped. I wanted to be a good slave, and proved to Master I was worthy of his love and forgiveness. Rape was not on the agenda. When Master wants me raped, he provides. A couple of times he would have me abducted from the library I work when I get off and I'd be driven to some dark parking lot and raped by one or two guys. I was pretty sure Master was behind them because I was always made to drink my attacker's piss when they were done sodomizing me. It just had Master's touch to it when they did that. At least, I hope he was behind those abductions. I never really asked.