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"The Cumslut"
    by John Bridge


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Chapter 2

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Minutes passed in silence as I knelt there with no
diminishing of my erection. If anything, alone with my
swirling mush for a mind, I experienced minutes of
blankness. No thoughts, only a feverish sensation of
submission.

I was still in her living room; we had not moved from when
we had entered. Her house was a ranch, large rooms all on
one floor and her bedroom was way in the back. Yet I popped
up from the ocean's depths when I thought I heard another
muffled voice.

Probably a hallucination, I thought. Then, I heard her
bedroom door shut. Within seconds I sensed her smell and
presence before me.

Her hand pulled my head forward, and I could smell her sex
and feel what was the moist feel of cotton panties. My nose
was being pushed into her pussy area.

"Since you like telling stories, Cumslut, I have one for
you."

The tale of the two week old panties! "The pair your nose is
becoming intimate with, I wore for the first time Friday,
exactly two weeks ago. I did a lot of work around here all
day. Then, before I showered, I took the panties with me to
bed and masturbated with them wrapped about my hand. I like
to stay on my clit until I reach a certain point and then I
like to dig into my pussy's depths. I masturbated thinking
about what I was going to do to you today, so I was
particularly moist and horny."

"I must've came a dozen times before I had to shower and
greet my guest," she paused, letting me smell more deeply.
She pulled my face deeper into her and said, "Now breath
deeply in and out."

We did this for several minutes as my nose rode her pussy's
crease. The smell was very powerful and intoxicating.

She was riding my nose, using her hands to yank my face up
and down her pussy's length, repeating over and over to
breathe deeply in and out. I obeyed absolutely. Finally, she
began to moan deeply within her, but pulled up short and
released my head.

"I put the panties in a zip lock bag. See what your Mistress
goes through for you, Cumslut. Aren't you impressed?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"Good, I'm glad you are. My guest was Paul, a large black
man I work with. He's been after my pussy for over a year,
but I was not interested. But I'm glad I used him for you,
Cumslut. His cock is magnificent. Largest I have ever seen,
so thick it stretched me and fucked me so good, a thousand
times more effectively than a Cumslut like you with your
tiny white wank could ever do. After he shot off his load
into me, I went to the bathroom and cleaned my pussy with
these panties, trying to absorb every drop of cum for you."

"Not only that time, but at least a dozen more times, the
latest was this morning before I picked you up. Also,
because you are my special Cumslut, I have wiped my pussy
ever time I have gone to the bathroom the last two weeks
with these panties. I put them on now just for you. Now open
your mouth wide, slave."

The panties' moist and soft crotch contrasted with the other
sections, which were stiff and dry, as they entered my
mouth. A ball gag followed with her pulling it tightly and
then clasped behind my head. Within moments the taste of cum
and her juices filled my mouth. I would have to swallow; I
had no choice. The stiff sections softened and hidden juices
filled my mouth.

"Swallow, pig! You need a two-by-four over your head to make
you realize just how much you love the taste of those
panties. You will suck on them at night, wanking away,
dreaming of new ways I might humiliate you. Nod your head
when you brain catches up with your cock."

I swallowed willingly as she spoke; she was right I did love
the taste. I loved the idea of them in my mouth melting into
cum and her juices as my saliva released them.

"See, cumsluts can be taught," she said and began laughing.
"See the Cumsluts little wanker, hard as ever--he, he, he!
You'll be on your knees begging me for more panties, ones I
wipe my piss and cum away with. Isn't that so, pathetic
Cumslut?

I nodded affirmatively two or three times and she just
laughed louder.

She could read my mind, I swear, and I sucked on the
panties, swallowing the juice with gusto.

"As you enjoy your snack, slave, I have a treat for you.
Remember telling me about the small bottles gays would sniff
at the Garden during sex? And how you were afraid to do it?"

My head had nodded yes to each question.

Grabbing my hair, she commanded me to stand, and I did. She
reached down and snatched my balls in her hand. "Come with
me," she said as she tugged on my jewels. "That's it, right
here, Cumslut."

I felt here finger block off one nostril and felt a surface
touch my other one. "Inhale deeply until I say stop, slave."

I obeyed her four times, and when her finger left my nostril
after the fourth inhalation, I began to feel a marvelous
sensation, partially dizzy yet a rush of sexual energy
charging straight to my cock.

"Time for you to cum, Cumslut," she said as she struck my
hard cock with a flat, hard surface.

Quick strokes with pain shooting through me, and after each
one, my cock, instead of shrinking, rose up for more,
seeking out the avenging hard surface, seeking ice and
flame, pain and pleasure.

It stopped. The came the bottle to my nostril and the
commands to inhale. And I did, even more deeply than before.
And then ice and flame. Until I felt boiling within my balls
a familiar sensation; but yet the swirling feelings were new
and like the first time.

I almost fainted, at least I felt as if I was leaving my
body and the pain and pleasure were being sent via another
method to my mind. The strokes stopped; her hand encircled
my cock head, smoothing a lubricant of sorts, one with heat.
She stroked my cock its entire length a few times, and the
heat increased incredibly until I began to shoot my load.

Nothing I have ever experienced can relate those seconds,
those minutes, those centuries that passed. It was if my
entire mind, senses, and body were all rushing to exit
through my cock. Spasm after spasm until I could feel the
extreme sense of heat the entire length of my cock and her
hand stroking it, milking it by squeezing the cock's
underneath right to the cock's tip. It was only then that I
sensed something like glass touching ever so slightly my
cockhead.

"Kneel before me, Cumslut!"

She removed the ball gag. "Open your mouth, slave," and I
did. She pulled the panties from my mouth.

Here, drink this, a glass was set to my lips. I drank. An
acrid taste hit my tongue just as the familiar aroma of
urine came to my nose. Closing my mouth...

"Drink! You fuckin' slave," she said as her boot kicked at
my balls. Opening my mouth I gulped the piss offered to me
as wave of nausea from the blow spread through my body. My
softening cock was aflame also. The residual stinging from
the pounding it had been given was evolving into a deep
ache.

That's it! Wash down all those juices, slave. Drink it all!
My precious Golden Nectar makes you cringe, Cumslut?"

"Mistress, I was surprised; that's all."

Words can lie, but your little wank tells the truth,
Cumslut.

She reached and grabbed the blindfold. "Keep your eyes
closed, Cumslut, until I tell you to open them. Do you
understand, slave?"

"Yes, Mistress."

The blindfold came off; I obeyed her.

"Open your eyes, slave."

The sight before me on the couch astonished me, overwhelmed
me. An instant erection grew as my eyes feasted on her and
the naked black man sitting next to her with the largest
erect cock I had ever seen. Slowly he stroked it as our eyes
met briefly, for I wanted to see her more.

"See his cock swell at the sight of us. No, I was right to
make him cum; he'll be all the more able to last through the
next part of the session."+

"He sure is perverted, babe, more than I could ever
believe," the naked black man said in a deep husky voice.

"Paul, you ain't seen nothin'; yet."


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