Make Me a Cum Slut: My Forbidden Awakening

I have everything a man needs, but I need a man who can make me a cum slut.

My ex-boyfriend’s dad was the first one who showed me what it meant to fuck. He was the one who had the power to make me a cum slut. I still remember it. We’d been flirting whenever we were around after my ex and I broke up since he regularly came to the bar I worked at. I wanted to take it to the next level.

After teasing him about being able to handle me. He looked me over and told me to go home with him so he could make me a cum slut. I’d laughed and said there was no way, but after work, I’d invited him in while I cleaned up and he didn’t waste a second. He’d rubbed my hips and ground against my ass while purring dirty talk in my ear. All the ways he could fuck me over the bar, all the ways he could please me, use me, and all the ways he wanted to make me his.

Each filthy offer sounded better than the last, but I told him that he had to make me a cum slut if that’s what he wanted.

So he jerked my tiny shorts down and slid his hand between my legs. Rather than going hard and fast, he made me work for every brush of his fingers across my clit. Made me beg for every ounce of pleasure. When I’d finally demanded, pleaded, and finally whined for him to make me cum, he’d made me look at him and told me to pull out his cock. He had made me a cum slut.

I pulled out his cock and dropped to my knees, eagerly blowing him, just like he ordered. I couldn’t think about anything but finally getting to fuck, finally getting to cum for him. He could have done anything. When he grabbed my hair and made me look at him, I panted, “make me your cum slut, daddy.”

He told me I was a good girl, then thrusted all the way down my throat, gagging me on his cock.

I gave him everything I could with my tongue and throat until he pulled out and came all over my face. Making me a cum slut. I licked every bit that I could off my cheeks, chin, and lips. Then he simply pulled me up and went back to fingering me on the counter until he was hard again.

I wanted to be his good girl. Wanted him to make me a cum slut for him and him alone. I kept wiping my face and licking his cum off, loving that he owned me. Even when he finally thrusted deep into my pussy, I just wanted more.

I begged him to cum on me, to cum in me, to make me a cum slut.

He’d taken total control, pounding me hard and fast, pulling me back to watch me beg while telling me that he was going to keep fucking me until he couldn’t cum anymore. He was going to finish all over me and make me a cum slut just like I was meant to be. No one had ever been so dirty and dominant with me and I loved it. I needed more.

I don’t know how long we went for, but I memorized every time he came. He glazed my ass and came all over my tits. Then made me cum over and over again while telling me what a pretty little cum slut, I was until the words were the only praise I needed to get all the way to the edge. When he finally made me cum, I screamed for him. He’d made me a cum slut through and through and there was no going back.

That was our first time, but not our last. Every time we would meet, he’d make me a cum slut all over again until I was exhausted, pleased, and covered in jizz. I felt pretty, wanted, and sexier than ever before. Now I’m craving that kind of fun again. Are you the next man who can make me a cum slut or maybe you need a cum whore maid?

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