3 comments/ 67953 views/ 41 favorites The Ultimate Cumslut By: Fulmoon As you pass me the two obscene pics of yourself, I rudely toss them on the bar between two friends leaning back against the bar. turning, they both huddle over them in the dark seedy motorcycle bar and begin to snicker, occasionally turning and glancing at you over their shoulders. others begin to huddle near as well and your face turns a crimson red. finally, one the guys simply takes a half-spent cigarette and grinds it out on the first pic, announcing to whomever is in earshot, "i can't see shit in this pic. who knows if it's really the cumslut that Fulmoon has been bragging about?" many in the bar erupt into lewd peals of laughter and a collection of college girls check you out and take another glance at the second pic. "oh yeah, that's her, alright. you can tell by the eyes. so this is the "throat of the century, huh?" One of the guys takes the pic and presses you against the wall as i stand back and watch, holding the second pic against the wall, his eyes running from the pic back to your face, checking the eyes. "oh yeah, a perfect match. well, i guess this one is all yours." I retrieve the pic and lay it on the bar and half the patrons begin to pass it around, causing ripples of snickering and snide remarks. you can only stand there, frozen with fear and embarrassment, as the most intimate pic becomes a public art display. finally, the laughs subsiding but the looks still there, i take you by the arm and begin to lead you to the rear entrance of the bar, opening into a dark filthy alleyway. not saying a word, i lead you over a few feet to a well-used and stinky dumpster and, with one hand on your head, apply enough pressure for you to know to sink to your knees. and you do.... your bare knees scraping the concrete, the aroma of old garbage almost overwhelming your sensibilities, and you begin to hear the familiar rustling as i unbuckle my belt. then, the soft purr of my zipper...more rustling as the reach into the material and withdraw my cock, the crystalline bead of precum already gathered and oozing from the head of my cock, slowly stroking the shaft...mocking you as you stare hungrily at it... taking a step forward, i begin to smear the tangy earthy cockjuice across your lips, withdrawing enough to watch a silvery strand link the head of my cock to your bottom lip...an obscene and unnecessarily nasty maneuver. and you can hear my laugh and, glancing up, see the distain in my eyes as i stare down at you. the rear door opens and the same two guys appear behind the dumpster, one hand in their pocket, a can of beer in each hand. trying to stifle a laugh.* "jesus fuck... this little cumwhore couldn't even make it to his basement. she's already out here on her knees and, fuck, look at where she is...in the alley behind the dumpster" i hold up one hand to silence the two, grinning at them as i begin to entangle my fingers in your thick brown hair...tugging your face forward and smearing more of my oozing precum across your cheeks and the tip of your nose. setting the angry maroon head of my thick cock on your lips, i watch you dutifully open your mouth as my cock slowly begins to disappear into your flushed face, your eyes on me and the two guys who are now just standing there with amused smiles on their faces, drinking their beer...an empty crushed can of mgd tossed between your legs. "the can is empty, slut. the only thing you're drinking right now is gunna be a load a cum. that's if you're lucky, of course. i thought you were going to wait until you had the cunt in your basement, man." "this is just an appetizer, dude, and shut the fuck up. i haven't seen this bitch around for a while now and i know she's dying for a taste of heaven, ain'tcha bitch?" *and with that, i thrust my hips forward and send half of the length of my thick cock sliding into the tightness of your throat, cruelly and intentionally gagging you, trying to impress the two guys in the audience.* "aarrggghhhhhhhh" is your only reply and the head begins to slide past the back of your mouth and to the entrance to your throat...tears already forming, smearing your mascara...a little spittle dripping from your chin. *glancing over my shoulder, loudly announcing, "what did i tell you guys? i couldn't even take this cumbucket to my basement before she drops to her knees out here and begins to munch. fucking incredible. maybe you can have this one later." *the two snicker...looking over the growing mess of your face. "she's never gunna be able to make it through your neighborhood with a face like that. a street whore is what we're looking at, man. you could probably make a fucking fortune with this one." another deep thrust on my cock that almost brings my balls to your smooth sloppy chin...laughing... "yeah, maybe not a bad idea, guys. but she's got a lot of work to catch up on and i don't want to fuck up her knees too badly, especially if she's gunna be of any use as a money machine, know what i mean?" *lifting you by the hair...pressing you against the brick wall of the bar...grinning at you...* think you can find your way to the basement, cumslut? don't let anyone see you coming in, you're a little too obvious." Chapter Two she yelps as Your fingertips entwine in her hair, tightening, pulling her back up from her knees, her eyes darting around frantically, as she tries to process what's happening.. her head slammed up against the grungy brick wall as she murmurs quietly.. "yeah.. i'll umm... be there in 5 minutes..", watching the two guys from the corner of her eye, their leering grins.. she shudders with the sudden movement of Your arm, grabbing her chin, forcing her to look up at You as You raise Your voice, growling down at her.. "No, you won't. 20 minutes.", the death grip on her head released as You turn to walk away. "You two fuckers better make it quick.", punctuated by a quick slap to her sloppy cheek.. "Enjoy your warm-up, slut." she feels her tummy flip with how casually You leave her to Your friends, simply walking away without even looking back.. the two men approach once You disappear back into the bar, both of them unclasping their pants and pulling out hardening cocks.. the taller of the two, moving forward, grabbing at her breast, finding the nipple and squeezing tightly.. "Fast and deep, whore, that's how I like having my cock sucked. You can manage that, can't you?", her reply simply a nod as she lowers herself to the ground, her cheeks flushed red, still glistening with spit and pre-cum. she leans forward, lips parting as the tip of the man's cock comes closer, suddenly feeling his hands on the back of her head, the thick shaft shoved down her throat crudely, her sputtering and retching echoing in the dirty alleyway.. she closes her eyes, ashamed at what she's willing to do for You, nostrils flared as she struggles for breath.. the man never letting up for a moment, his hips thrusting forward, her nose crushed against his coarse pubic hair, her hands reaching up, pushing against his thighs as she tries in vain to unlodge the throbbing cock from her throat.. her body tense, muscles in her legs aching from being on her knees, she hears the man begin to grunt, his own muscles tightening.. "hrrrrrnnn.. this fucking cunt is about to get.. grrrrrmmm... a mouthful..", another long strained groan as he finishes his sentence, the man goes completely stiff, breathing ragged, the nails on his fingers biting into her scalp.. she feels the pulsing, then the hot flow of cum into her mouth, ballooning her cheeks as she swallows quickly, her head yanked back suddenly, eyes flashing open in surprise at the quick movement.. regretting it immediately as she feels a splash of semen upon her face, across her eye, stinging, forcing it closed.. the man laughs, turning his back as he walks toward his partner in crime.. the sounds of his zipper drowned out by his words.. "slut's all yours, man. i'll be inside." still, she kneels, the taste of cum in her mouth overwhelming, she rubs at her eye, feeling the sticky cum against her face, and is unable to stifle a small moan.. the other man laughs dryly, walking right up to her, the tip of his cock pressing to her forehead.. "you like feeling that on your face, slut?", slapping the heavy cock to her cheek, smearing the cum further.. "say it. you look right up here, and fucking say it, bitch.. then i'll give you some more." she shudders beneath the man, her eyes gazing up at him, almost in a trance.. looking at his cock first, the fist wrapped around it a blur, jacking it up and down rapidly, then up at his face filled with disdain.. "yes.. fuck yes.. i love it.. cum on me.. cum on my.. face...", she begs, shaking beneath the man, her tummy doing flips, as she continues looking up at the man, unflinching even as she feels the first hot strand spurt across her lips.. smiling lewdly at the man as another thick torrent of cum rains down upon her face.. his face twisting as he growls, a few more jerks of his cock and then he backs up, smirking.. admiring his work.. "good fucking girl.. now clean it off, and get the fuck out of here.", leaning against the wall as he catches his breath.. she slumps forward, a string of cum dripping from her chin, swaying with her breath.. still gasping for air, she quickly lifts her fingers to her chin, catching the strand, tracing her fingers over her cheeks, slurping the cum from her fingers as she peers up at the man.. his reaction a dark laugh.. "you could have used a fucking kleenex.. cum hungry pig..", he turns, walking back into the bar, leaving her on her knees in the alley, two loads of cum down her throat.. she rises quickly, racing through the alleyway, turning on the sidewalk, to her car, seating herself quickly, she glances at the mirror, her make-up a mess, droplets of cum still glued in her hair, on her eyelid.. a look to her watch, not even enough time to clean herself up.. she turns the ignition and heads toward your place.. her panties sopping with need.. Chapter 3 she races through the streets towards where she knows the filthy dilapidated tenement house is located, her eye stinging and tearing from the errant glob of cum, causing her mascara to run helter-skelter down her smooth cheek. she's completely distracted by the cloying, almost sour taste of semen which coats her mouth, teeth and tongue. Blushing furiously and driving almost blind, she's in a mad rush to make it to His basement within the twenty minutes that He gave her. She continuously swallows, perhaps because she wants to rid herself of the taste in her mouth, perhaps because she simply must. she couldn't believe that He simply left her there by the dumpster to service two of His friends, their jeers and taunts still echoing in her head. His tenement house was just five minutes away from the bar, yet He insisted on telling her to take twenty, His evil and intimidating grin silently spelling out exactly what He expected her to do – get off two of His friends in short order and sealing her reputation in that seedy bar. The dreaded evil nature of that Man was simply irresistible and, with her heart pounding madly in her chest, she was attracted to it as a moth to a flame. she could not have any second thoughts at this point. Jumping the curb and slamming her car into park, she inspects her face one last time in the rearview mirror and shudders at her reflection. her eyes are bright and her face is flushed with an almost feral excitement, glistening with the sheen of cum that is now at the point of drying and leaving an astringent crust across her entire face, two long obvious strings of cum still criss-crossing her dark hair. She quickly exits the car and walks furtively to the basement door of the tenement house and twists the knob. It opens with a creak, revealing a long dark corridor, lined with a group of frightening degenerates, the warm damp air reeking of urine and the scent of marijuana. Almost in a daze, she makes her way through the hallway, each guy staring at her face and hair and snickering knowingly, having seen this scene replayed many times. Interspersed amongst the laughter and the catcalls, she can hear an occasional crude and raspy comment. "Yeah, it looks like Fulmoon is about to make another deposit in some dumb cunt's mouth." "It would be nice if He would share like He always claims." "Fuck, man, you see that face? This one didn't even take the time to clean herself up. What a fucking mess and did you see those knees?" Nasty spirited laughter follows you as you try to recall the door to my storage room. Standing at the door, you twist the knob and find it locked. Glancing around at the other doors, you're sure this is the room, but unlike the other times, it's locked. Trying two more doors, all under the scrutiny of the strange group of guys, you finally return to the original door and hesitate a moment before attempting a tentative knock. And the guys begin to surround you and stare, hands on their hips, waiting for the door to open. Two more raps on the door and it remains locked. Five long, long, minutes pass before you can make out a rustling sound from the inside and the door opens and is left ajar. Obviously, meting out punishment just for His own amusement. Entering the room, the only light available is a bare low wattage bulb that swings erratically from side to side, casting strange and hideous shadows across the walls of the room. The only other light comes from a small old television set, casting just enough flickering light to outline Fulmoon, his back to you, unbuckling his belt and tugging down his jeans to His knees before He takes his seat on the stained, cheap, couch. Not saying a word, but grinning at the ver., His left hand slowly strokes the shaft of His cock and, as if drawn by some primitive instinct, you approach Him, glancing furtively at the screen and seeing yourself, on your knees, His cock sliding into your throat, His hands gripping your hair with just enough volume to hear your repeated gagging and struggles for gasps of air before the cock slides again and again into the tightness of your throat. Immediately recognizing yourself, you begin to blush furiously, knowing that this video is just one of many that He took of you months ago and you wonder how many others have seen this filthy scene. Without even glancing up, He speaks, focused completely on the video, "Took your time, cumbreath. I hope you gave My two friends your typical greeting. Actually, they've heard about you and wanted to try you out. I expect I'll be hearing from them. I mean, five dollars from each of those guys can't be taken for granted, know what I mean, cumsponge?" Your only reaction is to silently retrieve the pair of badly used kneepads and slip them over your already-dirty knees, an occasional glance over at the video, your face red with embarrassment and shame as you relive your dirty little secret. Lighting a cigarette and kicking off My boots and jeans, leaning back into the old couch and only wearing a wifebeater teeshirt, you can barely make out a grunt, "I hope you've improved some, whore. I wouldn't want to be wasting my time here. I've met more than a few bitches that would put you to shame, so you better show me the attitude that I'm looking for." No welcome, no kind words, nothing to explain my disappearance over the past couple of months, certainly not a hug or any sign of affection, not even a glance in your direction as you step forward and position yourself between my thighs, one leg casually draped over the arm of the couch. Already thinking so little of yourself but recognizing the nagging wet heat between your legs, you silently sink to your knees, leaning forward to begin licking up the shaft of my hard cock as it rests on my tee and my hard stomach. A whiff of cigarette smoke signals the fact that I plan to continue smoking as you proceed to debase yourself – on your knees, staring at My throbbing cock, My huge balls and the angry maroon head of My cock, already knowing the that same head is going to be thrust completely down your throat and not being able to do a damn thing about it. you reach out and begin stroking the shaft, glancing up at Me for some sign of approval but only seeing me watching the filthy video, sipping on a can of bud. The growing bead of crystalline slime reappears at the piss slit and you shuffle forward even further to lap at it and the earthy tang of the sticky, slippery juice explodes in your mouth. Finally, your hips begin rocking rhythmically and start swaying from side to side, instinctually trying to extinguish the flame between your legs, then you lower your head and direct the head of my cock between your painted lips. Trying to impress Me, you dive deep and swan your neck and I can feel the head of My cock slide over the soft wetness of your tongue and butt up against the back of your mouth. your tongue begins to swirl feverishly over the throbbing underside of my cock and your fingers begin to play idly with My balls as you lower your head again and again, each downstroke sending the head of my cock deeper and deeper into the tightness of your throat, almost purposely gagging yourself. your head continues to bob up and down on my fuckstick, spittle appearing and oozing from the corners of your mouth, your mascara completely ruined and rewetting the dried cum that covered your cheeks. The scent is beyond your imagination but you have no intention of stopping, even as the long strings of spit begin to hang obscenely from your chin, landing on the couch and the front of your dress, permanently staining it. And this scene goes on almost endlessly with you inwardly thanking me for reminding you to bring your kneepads. you were sure that no one can go this long without shooting in your mouth, but you also knew from the start you were going to be worked hard tonight. Finally, I shove your head back with the palm of my hand, and then wipe the vestiges of someone else's cum on the material covering your breasts. "you are fucking gross, whore. Did those guys use you for target practice or what? Stay down there. you ain't through. Not by a fucking long shot." And I rise from the couch and entangle my fingers in your hair, controlling everything about your face as I begin dick slapping you across your cheeks, nose and forehead - each slap leaving more and more of a snail's trail of precum in its wake. The inevitable facefucking begins in earnest, your face locked in place, my cock sliding entirely into your throat...spit everywhere, snot hanging grossly from each of your nostrils, your eyes tearing... my hips fucking hard into the confines of your throat. This filthy act goes on forever, your gagging sounds and occasional gasps for mercy easily heard out in the hallway and you can hear the occasional outbursts of harsh laughter. Until the edge appears...the constant sucking and throat fucking bringing me closer and closer to pure ecstasy. Unable to stop myself, knowing that this load will drown you for sure, I hiss down at you. "Gunna cum, you filthy slut. Gunna cum and fill you good. This time, though? you're gunna wanna show me your prize before you swallow it. I'm wanting you to play with it before you swallow it. Every...fucking...drop. You understand me, cumslut? you miss a fucking drop and you'll be picking up your teeth down here for the rest of the night." And with my head cast back and flicking the spent cigarette in the concrete floor, I close the eyes and grit My teeth. My abs begin to contract and the first hot thick ribbon of slime slams against the back of your mouth. And a familiar roar erupts. Chapter 4 her body shudders below You, her groans mixed with Your savage growl echoing out into the hallway as she feels Your cock begin to throb, pulsing rapidly as she peers up at You, watching Your body stiffen, the cat-calls from outside the dark little room making her head feel light. The Ultimate Cumslut her tongue slithering against the underside of Your cock, feeling the thick warm fluid spurt from the tip, utterly humiliated that this is the third load of cum filling her mouth in less than an hour.. but the first load that she's truly wanted.. needed.. she feels another pulse, another shot of cum, this one splashing against the back of her throat, forcing her to choke, her eyes a watery mess as she struggles to keep up with the huge amount of cum filling her mouth.. she cups her hand, holding it below her chin, catching the few droplets of cum that escape from her lips.. she has to consciously keep herself from swallowing, feeling more and more of the thick fluid building up around her tongue, her teeth.. slowly, she sees Your body begin to relax, the cock still hard in her mouth, ebbing and pulsing slower now until You gradually step away, cock pulled from her lips, gooey and shining with spit and cum.. "Go ahead, cunt. Play with your gift.", laughing mercilessly as You stare down at her.. she hesitates, for just a moment.. preparing herself for her debasement.. tilting her head back quickly, as she lifts her still cupped hand, lips opening widely, as she pours what little cum she was unable to contain back into her mouth.. her tongue swirling around, swishing the cum from side to side.. she cups both her hands now, leaning forward, slowly letting the gigantic load pool from her mouth into her palms.. her eyes wide as she finally sees just how much cum You pumped into her greedy mouth.. "f.. fuck..", she says simply, a quick glance up at You then to the tv playing the video of herself, Your cock rammed down her throat, captured perfectly on screen.. she breathes in deeply, her lungs still desperate for air after the brutal face fucking You've given her.. she dips her head, her lips pursing into a kiss, she begins to slurp Your cum from her hands, the noise loud, humiliating, and leaving absolutely nothing to the imagination of those outside the hallway.. she licks at her hands, sucking on her fingers before smiling devilishly up at You, her mouth hanging open as her tongue swirls around, pushing Your cum forward, almost allowing it to dribble from her mouth before she tips her head back quickly, swallowing loudly, a low guttural moan drawn from her lips as she savors the taste of Your cum finally sliding down her throat.. she stiffens as she hears someone call out from the hallway, having almost forgotten where she was, lost in her thoughts.. "Did that fucking whore just slurp down your cum, man?", the voice shouts, followed by a few laughs from the others.. she sees the leering smirk on Your face, as You lean down, Your breath hot against her ear.. "Tell them. Tell them what you just did, slut.", Your words practically spat into her ear, as she shudders, her shoulder slumped in resignation.. she turns her head slightly, looking toward the entryway, lips still slick with spit and cum.. her eyes wide, pupils dilated, fear and need etched across her face as she shouts, voice loud, but shaky.. her need outweighing her shame.. "i.. yeah... i did..", she takes a moment, pausing, as You lean down again.. "Details, slut. What.. did.. you.. just.. do..", each word punctuated with a finger poking sharply against her chest, between her breasts.. "ok.. ok... You came in... uhm..", she stops, beginning again to address her audience.. "He came in my mouth.. i spit it into my.. my hands.. and then i... licked it up..." she falls forward as she finishes speaking, one arm bracing herself, palm pressed flat to the dirty floor, the other sliding between her thighs, rubbing over the crotch of her black yoga pants as she listens to the hushed conversations and laughter coming from the hallway.. Chapter 5 It was almost as if you purposely edged Me to the brink during your facefuck, your tongue working artistically against the underside of My shaft, sliding wetly over the hard, heavily veined surface and the spongy underside of My crown. My roar signals the contractions of an enormous orgasm, seemingly so long in coming, that rocket from the tip of my cock and slam against the back of your mouth, with you sensing the impact over and over and over again. My abs contract over and over again and each wave of pure unadulterated pleasure rips through My entire body...draining every drop of My precious cum. you're almost forced to stare up at Me, really more from shock and surprise than anything else, the thick creamy gelatinous slime filling your mouth to overflowing and almost not knowing what to do with it all. My earlier threat echoes through your fading consciousness and in desperation, you cup your small hand beneath your chin to capture any of My semen that might escape from the corners of your mouth. you begin to feel a small warm puddle sloshing around the palm of your hand. After hissing My orders, I can only step away from the sodden mess of your face, your mascara completely ruined, lipstick grotesquely smeared and your brown hair plastered against your forehead, coated in perspiration. Hands on My naked hips, I stare at you with a look of undisguised contempt as you begin to swish the warm bleach-smelling viscous fluid around in your mouth, tilting your head back and obediently gargling with the obscene mass of goo. Unable to stop a smirk of complete triumph, I watch in amazement as you finally tilt your head forward and, with pursed lips, empty the contents of your mouth into both of your cupped hands, lifting them slightly and displaying your gift – a thick pool of My cum. Something you've been aching for for months. Stepping back further and leaning against the wall, watching you closely while I light another cigarette, I watch as you reverently lower your head and lift your cupped hands, placing a respectful kiss upon the surface of a sloshing pool of My seed. Then the slow slurping sounds begin, and I listen to you sucking the slimy ejaculate back into your mouth, inhaling and tasting every single drop. The obvious obscene noises do nothing to quiet the small crowd that has begun to gather around My store room door, the roar, the gasping, and your slurping and swallowing sounds feeding their already depraved imaginations. And the laughter and their insulting catcalls begin again in earnest. "Fuck, man. Hear that? I can't fucking believe it. she's swallowing that shit." "Man, what I wouldn't do to see that. She's like a pig in heat down here. Why'd we let her get away when she first walked in?" "That cumdump belongs to Fulmoon and I ain't fucking with Him no how. Let's just stand here and let her finish up. Maybe He'll let us in." "Yeah, man. We can only hope. This, I gotta see for myself. Heard about shit like this, but ain't never seen anything like it." And all I do is lean against the wall, arms crossed against my chest to watch the filthy display that you've decided to perform. Slurping up the last of the gooey mass, licking your lips, tilting your head back and actually smiling as you swallow it, over and over. And, finally, from some sick, desperate, depraved part of your mind, you begin to lick your palm and fingers clean of the slime, listening to the same catcalls that I've been listening to for the past twenty minutes. I add a single compliment to your performance. "Good job, cumbreath. you did real good. Are you real proud of yourself now, slut?" The cutting comment reeks with a combination of misplaced triumph and disdain and, your face colored a full red of pure embarrassment, you continue to lap at your fingers, capturing every...single...drop of my cum. Leaving you on the floor, your breathing ragged and your face glistening with a combination of sweat and cum, I walk over to the couch and continue to lightly stroke the still-hard shaft of my cock, the angry maroon head already giving up additional beads of precum. And closing my eyes a moment, still enjoying my release, I try to recall the first time we met... ************ It was a fucking hot summer night, late, and I was drinking one too many beers at the dingy bar just down the street. Every stool was taken and I was doing nothing but watching a game of darts when you caught the corner of My eye. Standing in the corner, completely by yourself and looking completely out of place, glancing furtively from side to side and checking out the customers, you had an almost feral gleam in your eyes. Feral, yet at the same time amazingly shy, making you glance towards the floor with shame whenever anyone checked you out. Time after time, emboldened by the fact that you were obviously alone and almost lost in the seedy crowd, one guy after another approached you, pressing their hot, sweaty bodies against yours and whispering one filthy suggestion after another. With each rebuke, they smirked and walked away, but not before groping your soft breasts and, finding your nipples, rolling them between their thumb and fingers. A few chose to grasp at the warm damp spot between your legs. And the night went on for you. Standing there. Alone. Eyes darting left and right and sending a message that you were truly in the wrong place. And I watched you from across the bar, somewhat intrigued. God knows I've had my share of cumsluts by then, but there was something about this one. The shyness, to be sure, but more interestingly, an intelligence behind your eyes and a well-hidden animal lust that lay just beyond. And I decided to approach you, minutes before closing. Not touching you, in fact, not even getting too near, I walked up and glared at you, tossing a spent can of bud near your feet. "Black Chevy van. Back of the parking lot. Two minutes." And I disappeared as suddenly as I appeared. With your heart in your throat, knowing that this might be the worst decision of your young life, you raced to the door, glancing around in all directions, trying to catch another glimpse of me...perhaps to at least start a conversation. But, by that time, I was gone and the dim bar lights were flashing for last call. you can still recall the heat of the evening and the crunch of the gravel under your heels as you wobbled towards the back of the parking lot, littered with pick-ups, suv's and assorted run-down cars. your heart began pounding and you gasped a few breaths when you finally spotted an old dusty black Chevy van parked against the tree line in the back row of the parking lot. you darted for it, the growing ache between your legs growing almost unbearable and making every decision for you. Stupidly, you approached the van and decided to knock politely on the passenger side window, seeing only an outline of a person behind the wheel. After several seconds, a simple wave gave you the tacit okay to open the door and slide onto the dirty seat covers, placing you next to me. Not a word was spoken, with both of us staring out the front window of the van, when you saw me reach down and unbuckle my belt and lower my zipper, tugging my jeans down to mid-thigh. No smiles, no hugs, no attempt at conversation, no nothing. Just the feeling of My thick fingers as they began to entwine themselves in your thick brown hair, the tug on your scalp punctuating My control. "Name's Fulmoon, cumslut. Suck it." And the force of My hand in your hair immediately took your face to My crotch and in the darkness of the van you could see the outline of My cock, hard and stiff and jutting out from the opening of My dirty jeans. you didn't have a moment to think...to decide what was right or wrong...what you wanted or needed... you simply opened your pouty lips and the head of My cock passed over your tongue and into the back of your mouth. No practice needed here on your part, though you really didn't have any to begin with, as My coiled fist began raising and dropping your mouth onto the shaft of my cock. your surprise and the sudden intrusion in your virginal mouth shocked you, but you had no intention of stopping...now or ever. you could hear the crickets and some distant traffic and feel the sweat oozing from your armpits as I began to roughly fuck your mouth, something that went on almost forever. Until, finally, a hard thrust up with my hips met with a fierce downward shove of my hand and sent the head of my cock deep into your throat, gagging you for the very first time. you've heard about it, read about it, even snickered with your girlfriends about it, but it's never happened to you. And, on top of it all, you feel my cock grow in your mouth, stretching your jaw and the sudden rush of thick cum as it began to shoot its hot load into your mouth. Not knowing what to do, knowing you really shouldn't be here, you did what you had to do. you swallowed the entire mouthful of cum. A few long seconds later, another tug on the back of your head lifted your mouth from between your lips, your chin smeared with the spit that gathered on my big balls. And, with that, a simple statement. "Okay, cumslut. Get the fuck out. If you're lucky, I'll see you again" And you slink from the van, your face flushed with embarrassment, looking around to see who might have been watching. And you slowly walk over to where you think your car is parked, the cloying earthy sour taste of semen coating your mouth as you robotically walk away from my van, silently praying that I would call you back. And, it only got worse. As time went on, you needed more and more of this stranger who called himself Fulmoon. And you hoped and prayed that you'd see Him again. ********** Now, after a couple of chance meetings over the past few months, here you were, on your knees, your face and hair covered in cum, catcalls from a dark and dangerous corridor, swallowing yet another load from Him. But not just swallowing...nothing that simple at all. But now being forced to display your mouthful of cum and, unbelievably, told to worship it and to consume every drop of it. Thinking back, you've come a long way in trying to know Fulmoon better and yet this is a far as you've gotten. But, you've not had a thought of turning back and rejecting all of this as perverse and evil. A tug on your hair returns to you whatever reality it is that you find yourself in and I roughly toss you back to kneel on the couch, your head and chin resting on its back cushion. The first thing you feel are my fingers, insinuating themselves into the waistband of your black yoga pants and tearing them down over the soft smooth rise of your ass. your skimpy white panties follow, without a word of protest coming from your mouth. Fingers probe the heated wetness between your legs...sliding into your most private places and smearing your juices up and down the crack of your ass. A short pause. you're almost surprised and certainly disappointed as I walk away from the couch, momentarily leaving you alone, your ass high in the air, rhymnically swaying from side to side. In the relative darkness of the room, you can see Me walking towards the door and your head begins to shake back and forth violently, silently expressing your fear but knowing there really is nothing you can do about it now. And I open the door and leave it ajar, walking back to the couch while stroking the thick shaft of My cock, now again so hard and erect. Men begin to assemble around the door, some mousey in appearance, some dangerous, all deranged as they approach the back of the couch where your chin rests. There's a nasty nightmarish grin on each of their faces, many with their turgid cocks already in their hands, stroking quietly as they form a semi-circle around you. Then, a loud command from Me. "Get the Horse, assholes. I owe him for some shit or another. I think he's out there somewhere. Oh yeah. And tell that ape to bring the biggest glass he can find. We got some filming to do in here. I think you're all gunna like it." And, with that, you can feel Me position the head of my cock against the little winking star of your tight pink asshole, now so sopping wet with your juices. My fingers grip the soft cheeks of your ass, spreading them wide and leaning forward. After a moment, the head of My cock begins to disappear into the tight orifice of your asshole, the sharp intrusive and unnatural pain causing you to scream out loud before your gathering audience. "Ain't a problem, cumsponge. Scream away. Nobody can hear you anyways. Besides, in a few minutes, your mouth will be so full, you won't have anything to say about it." The door opens and someone you're sure carries the name of "Horse"enters the room, a middle-aged man standing well over six feet tall and carrying 275 lbs. Wearing dirty bib overalls and grinning wildly, showing no front teeth. And as he high fives Fulmoon, you can hear him say in a southern twang... "About fuckin time, Fulmoon. This the cunt I heard about?" And with that, I literally fall forward and send the entire length of My cock into the tight musculature of your rectum... Chapter 6 her eyes grow wide, her mouth open, agony displayed on her face for all in the room to see as she feels Your weight fall forward, feels Your cock stab into her bowels, heavy balls pressed to her swollen labia as You grunt out a reply.. "Yea, this is the slut. She just finished eating a load of my cum, but she seems like she's still hungry.", laughter filling the room as You grip a fist full of her hair, forcing her to arch her back.. "You're still hungry, aren't you, bitch?", Your fist guiding her head up and down, making her nod.. the tall man walks further into the room, unbuckling his overalls as he moves toward her head, shaking his head in disbelief as he stares down at the drool soaked mess of a girl, letting his overalls fall to the floor, the outline of his shaft pressed tightly against his underwear.. "Alright, alright. I guess she'll do. Getting sick of seeing her on those tapes all the time anyway.", he says while shoving his underwear down his hips, the unmistakable scent of ball sweat making her nostrils flare.. the large mushroom shaped tip of his cock slapping to her lips, bobbing lewdly in her face with each breath the man takes.. "Go ahead, slut. Take as much as you can. Fulmoon will help you out.", and wit that she feels You pull back, the tip of Your cock almost popping free from her ass before You lunge forward, Your fist in her hair shoving her face toward the cock, lips parting quickly as the head fills her mouth, her jaw stretching to accommodate the tip as best she can.. "What.. the fuck...", says one of the guys standing to the side of the couch, "She'll just suck any cock shoved in her face??" she grumbles something around the strange cock filling her mouth, completely unintelligible.. her eyes darting around the room, up at the man who's cock she's sucking, to the others in the room watching raptly.. she feels You pull back again, shoved forward again, more of the cock slipping into her mouth, her asshole stretched around Your thickness, completely filled on both ends.. only her sopping pussy left unattended.. "This cunt will suck and fuck whoever i tell her to.. so don't worry, you'll all get a turn.", Your mocking words, letting her know exactly what she's in store for, filling her with dread even as another groan slips from her lips, slightly muffled by the cock, her lips stretched around the meaty shaft.. then, tapping rudely on the top of her head with Your free hand.. "Right, slut? Just say 'mmmhmmm' if you can manage.", another sharp thrust of Your cock deep into her bowels to accentuate Your question.. she closes her eyes, the pain in her rectum slowly giving way to pleasure as Your balls continue to slap against her sloppy wet hole.. "mmmm.... hmmmm...", she groans out, lifting her hands to the grubby man's hips, tugging him closer, as the other men in the room gasp, amazed at the sight they're seeing.. The Ultimate Cumslut "Good little slut. Now work that ass. Fuck yourself on my cock. I want these guys to see how much you like having your ass fucked.", a quick slap to her ass, a muffled cry as she feels the flesh rise on her bum, her hands leaving the man's hips, lifting herself up off the dirty couch, careful to never let her lips leave the cock as she slowly begins to move forward and back, feeling the cock in her ass almost slide out before quickly pushing herself back, her movements forcing her low-cut grey top to fall forward, breasts swaying with her movements, catching the eye of one of the other men in the room.. "Hey, Horse. I wanna see her tits.", stated bluntly, no response given other than a thick hand crudely grabbing at the open v-neck of her shirt, pulling down hard at the fabric, the tearing of cotton echoing off the cold dank walls of the basement.. her breasts now exposed to the room, nipples hard, eager for attention.. she supports herself with her right arm, the other slipping underneath herself, caressing her tummy before rising to her right breast, cupping the flesh, forefinger and thumb pulling at her nipple, pinching and tugging as she grumbles around the cock, eager to show off for You, for the others watching.. lost in her depravity.. she hears the tall man in front of her grunt a few times, his hips beginning to pick up a quicker rhythm as he fills more of her throat with cock.. drool hanging limply from her chin, pooling on the couch cushion.. "Won't be long now, slut. Hope you like it nice and thick.", punctuating his words with harder and faster thrusts into her throat, forcing her to choke, more spit forced from the edges of her lips, as she continues to bump the cheeks of her ass against Your hips, impaling her ass on Your rock hard cock.. "Grab the cup, asshole, and you, flick that fucking camera on.", Your voice loud, commanding, pointing at the tripod stuck in the corner.. her heart races in her chest, mind frantic, ashamed at herself for being unable to stop herself from bucking even faster against Your cock as she tries to imagine what You have in store for her.. Chapter 7 And your depraved nightmare continues with no dawning insight. My rock hard cock repeated spearing the fragile tissues of your bowels, deeper and deeper with each rough selfish thrust. My fingers dig into the soft smooth flesh of your asscheeks as each of My plunges sends you rocking forward, Horse's huge distended cock forcing your jaws open to an almost impossible angle and the big sloppy mushroom head approaches the entrance to your throat. Some orders and some lewd disdainful comments by the growing audience make their way through your blurred consciousness, but mostly a dangerous and forbidding silence hangs in the air as the group of depraved perverts simply stand around, some slowly stroking their cocks at the sight of you being double poked, My cock deep in your ass, a massive cock pistoning in and out of your mouth, your face a flushed, sweaty and completely gooey mess. The shy cumslut that first walked in here less than an hour ago is forever unrecognizable. she knows that she sold her soul to the devil. Some grinning nerd quickly reacts to My order and assembles the video camera to a tripod that is to your immediate right, catching your entire body during the abuse that you're being forced to endure, all strictly for My pleasure. A shadowy figure looms next to your face and crouches down, watching you take the cock and gag at the attack, snickering and whispering in your ear, "Hey cumslut? Gunna fucking marry you, baby. How about coming over to meet my mother this Sunday for dinner?" This sarcastic insult brings on a renewed roar of laughter, your grunts and harsh exhalations your only response. Twisting and turning under the attack, your gray low-cut top is suddenly torn away and your soft breasts begin to sway from side to side, your pink nipples embarrassingly hard and sensitive. your fingers begin to tweak and tug on your distended nipples, pulling on them unashamedly while your other hand snakes down between your spread thighs, slithering through the sloppy petals of your pussy, your fingers a blur as you find your clitoris and begin to masturbate yourself before the entire room. "Look at this cunt, guys. Ain't never seen such a cock hungry whore in my whole fucking life. And the bitch is just getting started. Trust me, she's gunna be drinking more cum tonight than she'll know what to do with." And to some guy leaning against the wall and leering at you, "Hand me My belt, jagoff. It's in My jeans over there. Gunna ride this bitch like a fucking bronco." Moments later, a thick black ugly leather belt is looped around your neck and drawn tight, forcing your head back further and arching your back, making your tender asshole even more available to My onslaught. The strap chokes you and your face reddens even further as I cruelly pull back on it, holding the strap with one hand and cracking your bare ass with the other, leaving a cruel crisscross pattern of maroon welts that you're sure will stay with you for awhile. you can only gasp quick gulps of air around the thick shaft of Horse's cock when I plunge forward, loosening the strap for only moments at a time. Just when you think that this scene cannot possibly become more diabolical and evil than it already is, what remains of your peripheral vision spots two guys positioning themselves on either side of Me, each with a hand on My shoulders, balancing themselves as they lift one of their feet from the ground and place the dirty soles of their shoes directly against the back of your head. "Let's see how much this slut can take, Man. Let's give her some real motivation." In response, I just grin and shrug my shoulders. And, with that, the dirty shoes press insistently against the back of your head as the Horse takes a step forward and stands his ground, sending his immense cock solidly into your throat. With the head buried halfway to your stomach, his smelly sweat-soaked balls pressed firmly against your chin and your nose buried in his pubic hair, you can vaguely hear the litany of catcalls and filthy degrading comments begin anew. "That's got to be a fucking record, cunt. you should be proud of yourself. Ain't no bitch been able to take that whole thing, at least listening to what the Horse says." you're long past gagging and the room begins to spin, your brain already starved for oxygen and you vomit up a foul mixture of bile and slime, the three loads of cum that you consumed just this evening. Finally, the Horse backs up enough to rest the head of his cock on the back of your tongue and the shaft expands between your lips, almost dislocating your jaw. And the hard pulses begin... "Holy fuck, you cunt, you want some more cum? Well, here it is, bitch!" Moments later, you can feel the repeated pounding of each stream of thick hot semen as it slams against the back of your mouth, filling it to nearly overflowing, your lips creating a perfect seal around the shaft. And with a sharp tug on the leather belt around your neck, you dimly make out My orders from behind you. "you ain't swallowing that shit yet, bitch. Trust Me, you will eventually, but we all want a little show first, don't we, guys? Horse, get that fucking cup and put it under her lips." And another chimes in, "yeah, Horse, but try not to get any on ya. she's got more DNA on her than a fucking crime lab." More laughter and another crack of my hand on your cruelly beaten ass silences the audience. Even with your world spinning, you know this is being taped and you already know that this scene will be seen by many on the Internet. But still, with one hand grasping your breast, you slightly turn your head towards the video camera and, pursing your overheated lips, allow the vast amount of thick white slimy ejaculate slide out slowly down the side of the cup and pool at the bottom – an ungodly amount of seed that brings another roar of cheers from the audience. "Holy fuck, you see that? What a fucking mouthful! Back up, Horse, give us a chance at this cumslut. she's gunna get a lot more of that shit." Unbelievably, you turn your head back to the bobbing head, globs of cum still oozing from the tip, open your mouth and wickedly begin to lap up the remainder, dutifully collecting it and spitting it into the cup held directly under your chin. And the satanic procession begins, each guy lining up, one after another, their jeans halfway down their legs and their gnarly fingers entangled in your hair, forcing their cocks between your lips and facefucking you, viciously probing your throat before they use you to their satisfaction, each one exploding in your mouth...each mouthful earning an unearthly moan from you before you deposit the load into the cup, now nearly half full with the gelatinous smelly slime. In the middle of this unholy ritual, I back up and my cock exits your tight ass with an audible "pop" and I take the shaft and thrust the head into the silky sloppy channel of your vagina, the head of my cock rammed disrespectfully against your cervix. The belt tightens as each guy dumps his load in your mouth and my hips become a virtual blur as I plunder your hungry cunt. you moan and groan each time I grind my hips against you, my balls slapping against your clit. "Fuck, Fulmoon, this cumslut must be really into you. she'll take it any which way you give it to her. Ain't never seen a filthy whore like this. Can't wait to see her gobble all that shit down for us." "Don't worry, guys. She ain't going nowhere without a belly full of cum, are you, bitch?" And the belt tightens and my fingers tug on your hair, making your head bob up and down artificially, drawing even more laughter from the audience. your fingers continue to frantically probe your soaking wet cunt, playing with yourself and bringing yourself closer and closer to your long sought after climax. My cock explodes inside of you, a condom never ever being considered, and your belly has a hot full feeling as my seed fills you, my fingers tightening against the cherry red cheeks of your ass, a finger digging deep into your rectum. The video camera is moved closer and closer to a profile view of your face, the final act just minutes away as you edge yourself towards your own explosive orgasm. I personally walk around to your face and tilt it slightly towards the camera, lifting the cup and settling the rim against your lower lip, angling the cup so your mouth and lips and the swishing pool of cum is in complete view. you squeeze your eyes shut, partially out of abject shame at the act you're about to perform and partly because you've approached the point of no return. your tummy muscles begin to contract violently and wave after wave of ecstasy rips unendingly through your entire body, the cup tilting ever more as the collective pool of cum slides into your mouth, letting you gulp it down eagerly as the camera catches every single obscene swallow. Exhausted, you almost collapse atop the back of the fully trashed couch, but not before forcing a crooked smile and, using a couple of fingers, actually scoop out the remaining cum and bring it to your lips, your tongue slathering through them, cleaning them off, one after another. The group of degenerates is simply stunned into total silence at the humiliating display. "Okay, assholes, outa here. Leave a ten spot on the shelf before you leave and I'll make sure you each get a copy of this cumpig in action." Chapter 8 she continues to stare up at the camera, eyes bloodshot, hair crusted with cum, her head now laying against the edge of the couch, utterly exhausted even as her fingers continue to slide over her clit, inside her open sopping hole.. she barely hears You telling the men to leave, still lost in the nastiness of what she's just done for You.. for them.. she turns her head slightly, seeing the cup sitting beside the couch, still sticky and glistening with cum, seeing the last of the men exit the room, watching as You close the door behind them.. she reaches for the cup as she sits up, moving forward so that her ass just barely rests on the dirty couch cushion.. she glances again at the camera, seeing the flashing recording light, and she smirks.. pressing the cup to the lips of her well used hole, and she clenches, feeling Your hot thick cum begin to dribble from her cunt, peering down, a look of amazement as she sees the amount of semen spilling from her into the glass.. "fu.. fuck.. there's.. so.. much..", her voice capturing Your attention as You turn toward her, a sneer on Your face as You see what she's doing.. "hold on, cunt. let me get a close-up.", You say while grabbing the camera from its tripod, pushing it in between her thighs to capture her every filthy act.. she spreads her thighs wider, allowing You a better view as she pushes down, dipping two of her fingers inside her warm slimy cunt, more of Your cum leaking out into the cup before she pulls it away, lifting it to her lips, as the camera follows her movements, her tongue lapping at the edge, cleaning it of whatever left over fluids may remain.. she gasps as You shove the camera back in face, flipping the viewfinder over on the camera, the small screen now visible to her seeing herself for the first time tonight.. "Look at yourself, cunt.. plastered little cumslut.. anything to say to your admirers?", sneering down at her.. she simply watches herself for almost a full minute, dumbstruck at what she's seeing.. her makeup a complete disgrace, t-shirt torn open, her breasts shiny, soaked with spit, cum and sweat, hair matted down to her forehead, coated in the same stringy mixture of goo.. she stares intently into the viewscreen, watching her actions mirrored as she lifts the glass momentarily, a depraved sort of toast, as she smiles directly into the lens of the camera.. "mmmmm.. mmhmm.. i'm a sopping little cumslut..", seeing her lips form the words, unable to believe what she's seeing.. she slides her free hand over her breasts, scooping leftover cum and drool onto the tips of her fingers before driving her hand back between her legs, fingers slamming into her cunt yet again.. "i'm.. i'm Fulmoon's little cumslut. i love having His cum in my.. cunt..", she winces, seeing herself use such a filthy word, but she continues.. "and in my... ass... ohmmmm... and down... down my throat...", as she finishes the final humiliating word, she tips the cup filled with the load You left in her pussy to her lips.. her mouth opening as the thick fluid makes its way onto her tongue, her eyes still held steady on the screen even as she begins to buck harder and faster against her hand, the cup falling from her fingers to the ground beside her as she cries out, cum pooled over her tongue and teeth, quickly swallowing as she slumps forward, grinding down against her hand as she cums yet again, this time much harder than the last.. she grunts and grinds down on her hand, guttural growls as she cums for the camera, for anyone You let see it.. the idea fills her with dread, but only spurs her orgasm on longer.. she looks up at You, body still shaking as she softly asks her question.. "uhhnn.. fuck... can i.. can i have a copy?", her words captured perfectly in the lens.. Chapter 9 The room gradually empties of the small crowd of degenerates, most of them still shaking their heads at your filthy display. The money accumulates on the table and I walk over to fold the bills and pocket the cash. Glancing over my shoulder at you ,obviously in a hurry to get you out of my place now that I got my rocks off, you begin to lift yourself off the couch, your pussy still aflame with insatiable need. your hair is matted against your forehead and long streaks of drying cum lie limply over your head. your entire face is a shiny and sticky mess, much of the cum already drying and leaving a crusty residue. From your last obscene display, a strand of my seed wobbles precariously from your lower lip and hangs from your chin. you glance up at me, feeling the sway of the errant ribbon of my cum and you use your finger to guide in back between your lips, a greedy grin on your exhausted face. your jaw aches from the countless cocks that used you over and over again, during the previous couple of hours. The sour taste of semen coats the inside of your mouth and you shiver at the thought of how much must be sloshing around in the pit of your stomach. With your mascara wrecked and streaking each of your cheeks and your lipstick left on every cock that sodomized your throat, you begin to sway unsteadily towards the door, your torn clothes are stained with cum and in complete disarray. your hand grips the doorknob when you hear my voice. "Hey, pig." And your heart jumps to your throat and you think, "Oh god, is He calling me back? Does He want me again? Could it be? Oh please let it happen." And you turn to face Him, a cum splattered mess, as He stands there, grinning, hands on his hips. "Uh yeah, about that copy of the vid we just shot? Forget about that. No need. you'll just have to find it like every other guy that was here or who knows anything about the thousand or so websites that will carry this scene. How the fuck do you think I make my coin, bimbo? I work with a bunch of syndicated websites that just eat this shit up. It will go viral in a matter of a couple hours once I upload it." Crumpling up a single dollar bill and tossing it towards your feet, I add, "There, you've been paid for your services, so I ain't gunna wanna hear any complaints. you're fucking famous now, cumslut. Now, beat it. I'll look you up again when I need to unload." Opening the door and entering the dark dank hallway, your head begins to spin with the potential consequences of this scene going viral, exposing you and your filthy acts to millions upon millions of perverted websurfers and imagining their cocks in each of their hands, pounding out another load that should be reserved for their wives and girlfriends – their eyes glued to the filthy scene. you begin to walk the hallway, still lined with many of your "cast members", all of them parting and leaning against the wall, not wanting to accidentally brush up against you and end up smearing their clothes with some stranger's cum. But the catcalls begin again, the occasional slap on your bare ass, as you struggle to find the outside door to the basement. "Jesus fuck, look at that bitch. I ain't never seen me a mess like that!" Another just laughs as he spots the old raggedy kneepads, still strapped to your legs, "I wouldn't lose those if I were you, cumbucket. A slut like you needs the tools of her trade. Don't forget to bring your own cup next time. Nobody is gunna wanna even look at the one you used, much less drink from it." And on it goes, each guy having some disdainful and perverted comment to make before you push your way through the heavy door and reenter the dark alley, the time well past midnight. The cool night air immediately begins drying the cum, tightening it on your face and almost feeling like some facial mask - a mask that you would never get at some spa that you couldn't afford anyway. And, after several missteps, you finally find your car, the front tire still over the curb, the doors unlocked. you were in such a hurry to attend your own personal debasement. Crawling in and flicking on the mirror light, you shudder as you gaze at your reflection, your features totally ruined with slimy residue, your hair completely matted, your eyes red and tearing and your lips, now actually swollen. And some of the guys creep out of the alley and begin to stand around your car, grinning wolfishly as you hurriedly lock the doors and flick off the interior light, now leaving you visible only by the light on an adjacent lamppost. One guy goes so far as to lie face down on the hood of your car, humping it and pressing his face against the windshield, smearing his own saliva on the glass. At least ten men surround the car and you begin to tremble, fearing for your life, all of them trying the doors and tapping on the side windows, ordering you to let them in.