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Subject: {ASSM} "Creampie Slut" (MF) by Creampie Eater
Date: Sat, 28 Jul 2001 02:10:01 -0400
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(C)2001 Creampie Eater, all rights reserved. No posting without prior 
permission.

DISCLAIMER:

This is a story about sex between consenting adults. If you are not an 
adult, you cannot consent, even to read this story. Therefore, read 
something else. Note also that my stories may portray sexual acts that 
are not necessarily safe. Since you are an adult reading this, you 
know it. Even so, caveat lector.

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Creampie Slut
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I felt all quivery inside.  I couldn't see Clem, but could only 
imagine what he was seeing and feeling.  I was anxious, enjoying the 
anticipation, my face buried in the pillow I was hugging.  Clem could 
see my furry cunt, my asshole, my precious assets since I was on my 
knees, butt up.  What would he do?  I had no idea.

Damn, I was horny.

Clem was a new lover, brand new.  I loved that.  I loved the anxious 
moments when we both got naked and eyed each other.  I loved stripping 
off my clothes in front of a new man, seeing his eyes devour my flesh.  
I loved watching his eyes as they roamed my body, judging me.  I loved 
trying to guess what he was thinking, although I knew damn well he was 
thinking about how he could use me.  I loved that.

I loved seeing his body, knowing he would be anxious.  Clem obviously 
was concerned with his cocksize, as all men seemed to be.  Even the 
largest man worried that I would reject him based on his penis.  They 
never seemed to realize that I could appreciate all cocks.  Large 
cocks pressed inside me, filled me, rubbed my special places.  I loved 
that.  But smaller cocks were equally wonderful.  They seemed more 
agile.  It was easier to take them into my throat.  It was easier and 
more pleasurable to find a moderate cock in my ass.  Men with cocks 
like Clem had a special place in my sex life.  Clem would be more 
oral, I knew, more attentive, more attuned to my pleasure in order to 
compensate for his underwhelming size.  Yes, men with smaller cocks 
were usually better overall lovers.

Seeing his cock, and his eyes become fiercely sexual, I merely had to 
present my pussy to him like I was, and tell him to make me cum.  He 
would.  Now I just had to wait.  I loved it.

I could be a slut, a complete user, totally sexual, and he would adore 
me all the more.

Damn, I was horny.

His hands when he touched me were hot and his skin was rough.  His 
touches, though, were gentle.  He slid his hands over my silky smooth 
ass, unnecessarily trying to arouse me.  Yes, he would be a better 
lover than the others I had recently.  Those were one-time fucks, a 
night of pleasure but nothing more.  They were common.  But Clem could 
be a repeat, if he followed through as well as he started.

He surprised me immediately.  I expected his thumbs to pull my hanging 
lips open, exposing my hole to his gaze.  Instead, he slide his nose 
between them, and sniffed deeply.  I shivered, thinking what a nasty 
fuck he must be to want to snort my slutty pussy.  I would have seen 
immediately how well-fucked I was.  I was a slut, and he would know 
that.  He must female fluids to smell me right away.

He tongue followed his nose, which was hot as hell.  His nose spread 
me open, then his tongue followed, sliding over my hot wet flesh.  His 
nose bumped into my hole even as his tongue swirled past my fur and 
over my clit.  Then he drove his tongue deep into me, afterward 
commenting on how much he liked have my big lips against his cheeks.  
He loved giving me oral.  Damn.

In a few minutes I was almost ready to cum.  I loved cumming early and 
often, letting my sex partner that I was a slut who could orgasm with 
a new lover.  I wasn't inhibited, he would know.  He could take 
advantage of me, use me, and I would love it.  I loved sex in all 
almost all its forms, and there was no better way to let him know I 
was a pleasure factory than cumming hard in the initial moments.

Besides, after I came once I could cum again and again.

I was about to explode on his mouth when he surprised me again.  He 
began licking my t'ain't ("t'ain't pussy and t'ain't asshole; it was 
the place between them), tickling the hairs there.  I was frustrated 
because it was almost pleasure, and yet it wasn't.  I began to 
tremble, my orgasm growing more important, closer yet just beyond 
reach.  I moaned loudly into the pillow.

Finally, he pinched my lips and pulled them rudely apart so that they 
would look like butterfly wings.  Then his mouth and tongue sucked and 
slurped at my hole and clit and I just lost it.  He ate my orgasm, and 
I knew I would surprise him with the volume of my fluids.

One lover told me that watching my hole as I came was like watching a 
volcano.  The juices just erupted, forming lava bubbles of juices that 
popped hotly.  The image had stuck with me and entered my mind now as 
I tried to imagine what Clem would see.  I felt him moan, the tones 
buzzing against my clit.  My orgasm was long and satisfying.

Now I needed to be fucked.  I needed his cock in me, filling me, 
"completing" me.  I had my physical orgasm, and now I needed the 
mental cum from his entering me.  I moaned my need, asking and then 
begging him to fuck me.  Instead Clem displayed the patience of a man 
who was totally into my pleasure.  He took his time, growing my need, 
giving me what I really needed even though I thought otherwise.

Instead of entering me, he took his time cleaning my pussy and thighs 
of the juices that had poured out from me.  He chewed gently on my 
lips, slowly working back up to my t'ain't.  My clit hurt it was so 
erect.  I was begging shamelessly, being the slut I sometimes was.  
When his tongue slide between my cheeks and over my asshole, I spasmed 
forward, collapsing as my cheeks clenched.

It was involuntary, and I heard him chuckle his approval.  He knew I 
was open to ass reaming, and had found how sensitive my ass was.  It 
was another pleasure organ for me.  He knew that now.

He helped me back up onto my knees, both hands spread my ass cheeks 
and his tongue found my backdoor.  I gasped, my desires now becoming 
totally anal.  And yet, that wasn't his plan either.  Even as he spit 
onto my asshole, swirling his tongue throw the liquid, his thumb 
pressed into my pussy.  Shit, I was surprised again and both my cheeks 
and cunt clenched.  His teeth bumped against my rosebud, and I knew a 
flood of juices now surrounded his thumb; I nearly squirted with 
pleasure.

It had been a long time since a man used me for my own pleasure.  Clem 
seemed totally into me, totally into making me as hot as possible.  
Most men normally fucked me just as soon as I came, their "duty" done.  
By now, I was normally leaking their cum from pussy or ass while 
cleaning their dicks and sucking them back to erection.  By now, I was 
usually a "bad girl", having cum so easily and having let them cum in 
me.  By now, I was not an object of their regard and I could look 
forward to being used by them and giving them the pleasure of their 
life.  I loved being a slut.  Loved it.

But somehow that wasn't happening now.  Clem was being attentive, 
giving.  I knew from experience that he was getting his own mental 
orgasm from my response to his efforts.  But it was different for me 
to now let go, just let him give to me.  I wanted his cum leaking from 
my mouth or pussy.  I was getting hoarse from moaning for it, but I 
found myself getting ever closer to my next orgasm.

Abruptly, he stopped salivating onto my bung.  Again, I had been close 
to cumming.

"Is it OK if I cum now?" he asked.

I smiled, imagining his face.  He would be concerned and chivalrous, 
yet his eyes would be filled with need.

"Yeah, babe," I replied, "just cum in me, OK?"

I felt him move up to get in position to take me doggy style.  His 
cockhead was there, rubbing up and down between my lips, so ready to 
plunge in.  I was so ready for it.

Like the other times this night, he surprised me.  Instead of pushing 
into me, he reached over my outstretched nude body, and formed a 
ponytail of my hair.  Then he roughly pulled me up, like a caveman 
pulling me into his cave.  Or maybe like a rough john with a whore.  
That thought crossed my mind, making my pussy clench.  Fuck.

His one hand held my hair up, exposing my neck and pressing my face 
forward as he kissed and bit my neck.  There would be marks, I knew.  
Slut marks.  His other hand went around my torso, and his lips found 
my neck.  It was a confusion of hot sensations I felt, and I almost 
missed it when he sank into me with a single stroke.  Then he fucked 
me in a frenzy, his need palpable.

I barely felt his cock as he moved in and out.  I was too wet.  But he 
had the movement, brushing against the base of my clit with his head 
and shaft, and my pleasure built.  This was sex like I loved it, raw, 
high-energy.  Abandoned.

His hand slid down, and his fingers wriggled through my matted pubes, 
and found my clit.  I gasped, so close to orgasm.  The hand 
controlling my head relaxed its grip, and moved down to flick over my 
nipples, pinching, pulling, pleasing.   I tossed my mane back, his 
mouth still adoring my neck.  I growled, yet closer to orgasm.

I felt his breath turn to gasps on my neck.  His hands became still as 
he poured his seed into my body.  Soon I would be nursing his cum-
covered cock.  Soon it would be my turn to surprise him with the gift 
of selfless pleasure.  I thought.

Instead, he pushed me forward as his breath came in ragged, tearing 
breaths.  Our bodies were both sticky, and I waited for him to roll 
off.  I licked my lips, thinking of sucking his dirty prick.

It wasn't to be.

"Turn over babe," he said, helping me as he lifted off me.  I was 
puzzled, but also anticipating my turn to be the active party.  I 
rolled onto my back, and Clem lifted my ankles with a strange look on 
his face.  I was totally unprepared when he pushed his face into my 
sticky crotch.

Good Gawd!  My stomach flexed and I convulsed the moment my his tongue 
dove into my weeping cavern.  My knees had been pressed back, but my 
legs jerked forward uncontrollably, squeezing his head between my 
thighs.  Lapping eagerly at the sperm pouring out, he insistently 
pressed my legs forward and apart which made my pussy open farther.  I 
continued to spasm, almost orgasming but more like reacting to an 
electrical shock.  I jerked closer and closer to orgasm, and then went 
over the edge.

I'd never felt a stronger release!  I think I turned inside out.  I 
was only vaguely aware that Clem was eating me while making sounds 
like a dog gobbling his food.  He had played me like a violin, 
selfishly winding me up so that I would spew fluids like a hydrant as 
I came.  I get wet.   I have been known to gush and squirt.  I was 
almost spraying now as I experienced a womb-churning cum.

Afterward, the afterglow was marvelous.  I laid there, loving the 
feeling of muscles relaxing while my sex organs remained engorged.  My 
nipples were achingly hard still, as was my clit.  My pussy lips felt 
heavy.  I felt totally sexy and relaxed.

I was aware that Clem was looking at me in askance, the desire evident 
on his cum-smeared face.  I reached for him, and he came down to kiss 
me.  It was my turn to surprise him--finally--and I gripped his face 
to lick it clean.  Then I pushed his face far enough to look in his 
gray-green eyes.

"I've never had anyone do that," I marveled.  "Will you do that 
again?"  I was hungry to be fucked, but moreso to enjoy the pleasures 
of being tongued afterwards.

"How about in twenty minutes?" he teased, the head of his cock sliding 
into me.  He was already hard again!

Yep, small-cocked guys can have plenty to recommend them. :)





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