Cum On Me Like You Own Me ♕

Cum On Me… Like It’s Your Very First Time.

Let me take you back for a moment in time.  I can remember it like it was yesterday. It was late, and we were far out of town. We lay on a blanket in the bed of his truck, looking up at the stars. I know, so romantic, right, like something out of a country song. All we were missing was the dog.  We had heartache because that was the night we broke up. Ok fuck that, I mean, it was the night I dumped his ass. Because as we were rolling around and things started to get sexy, he said he wanted to cum on me.

Cum On Me Once Shame On You

I was, at that moment, so pissed that he could even ask such a thing of me. What happened to the sweet guy I was dating, the look-up-at-the-stars guy? Now he was simply the horny asshole holding his dick and, well, pointing his dick at me, at my perfectly made-up face. I looked so good that night; he was lucky to be there. I shot him a look that said I dare you to cum on me. But his ass thought it was an invite, I guess because the next thing I knew, I was his wet salty load was sliding down my face. Like some cum covered slut!

It took me a while to get over it.  The shock I had, along with the feeling I was going to puke. Like I said, I dumped his ass and was happy to be rid of him. Oh, and I let everyone know what a pervert he was to cum on me.   It wasn’t until a few boyfriends later that I almost felt bad for him.  I was dating Brad, and the sex was … well, it was EVERYTHING.   I gave him full permission to do with my body as he pleased.  He knew it, and he did as often as he could.

But Cum On Me Twice Shame On Me.

He was a musician, and I his instrument, and he was a star on center stage.  His cock would move and find places untouched places inside me, and each time, it was like a new surprise. I could go on about him for hours. Just the memories are making my panties wet, and I can’t help but rock a little in my seat as I sit here writing to you.  I was stretched across the bed with my neck hanging off.  He played with my pussy and squeezed my tits as he hammered his cock down my throat.  When he pulled away for just a second, I said, “Cum on me.”  He looked at me, smirked, then did as I had asked.

This time, it hit me and sent chills down my body.  Something about it made me feel like I had done a good job. I had pleased him, and this was my reward, and I was thankful for it. I watched his body tense in pleasure. It was as if all his muscles were working together at this goal. To cum on me, leaving me wet and messy. I soaked it up. I wanted to bathe in it.  As I lay there with a smile, embracing this new me.

You’d like to cum all over me too, wouldn’t you?