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Subject: {ASSM} Semen Slut Maria - Part 4 - Gokkun, The Art Of Swallowing {DayDreamrxx} (FMMMM Oral Cons)
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Date: Mon, 06 Mar 2006 16:10:02 -0500
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    This story was written by a very sweet slut named Maria. 
  It's true. To read Parts 1, 2 and 3, go to the Author section 
  and click on D and then find DayDreamrxx and click on the 
  FTP. You will find the Maria stories there. Maria has 
  discovered that she exists to be used by men (and women) 
  for their total pleasure. That gives her pleasure. Maria is in 
  her early 30s and hopes to achieve the honor of being the 
  filthiest piece of fuckmeat on the planet. Send comments 
  to her at mlskunt@yahoo.com. Don't worry if it takes a 
  while for her to respond because she travels some. 
   
  Semen Slut Maria - Part 4 - Gokkun, The Art Of Swallowing


   
  The Tuesday before my next lesson began as had the other days, 
  with me standing naked in the bathroom, Ken behind me running his 
  hands over my breasts and watching intently as I prepared to brush 
  my teeth. A little plug in coffee/hot water cup heater had warmed up 
  the precious vial of semen, heating it perfectly.
   
  I mixed it gently....then poured the fluid carefully onto my toothbrush 
  over an empty cup so that none would be lost. When coated with 
  man cream, I brought the fragrant mixture to my mouth to begin the 
  ritual I had so come to love in the past week. I learned to appreciate 
  the rich sticky texture and unique taste of each man. Just as food 
  cooked by different chefs can taste similar but different, each man 
  produced a distinctive recipe for his sperm. I delighted in each one's 
  pungent flavor by brushing the rich semen slowly and carefully across 
  each tooth....front, back and top....taking care to be sure I got the 
  gum lines as well. Ken would caress my cheek and bite my ear lobe, 
  exciting me more, his cock pressing hard against my backside. He 
  quietly instructed me to make sure I got every tooth and then to brush 
  my tongue so that the semen cleansed my palate. When I was 
  finished, I squished the sauce in my mouth and swallowed it all before 
  taking the glass with the remaining sperm and drinking it. Thus the 
  taste would linger delightfully throughout most of the morning.
   
  If I worked at home I was to remain unclothed. It was spring and the 
  weather was warming nicely. If I was to go to the office, Ken would 
  have chosen a bra, skirt and blouse. He rarely allowed me to wear 
  panties and pantyhose are "verboten" but would often select hose. I 
  would pick my shoes to go with my outfit. 
   
  The Dr's wife recently taught me to sew and, for our anniversary, Ken 
  got me a sewing machine. The first order of business was to re-hem 
  most of my skirts, making them shorter. Since I was going to the 
  office today, the navy skirt was mid-thigh and slim with a blue oxford 
  button down blouse un-buttoned one more than most women wear it 
  and a black half bra. No hose today under my practical low dress 
  shoes. 
   
  The guys at the office never seem to mind my outfits and I adore the 
  attention but today my focus was on that evening and further discipline 
  as a bukkake woman.
   
  I went to the Dr's house directly from work and was promptly escorted 
  to the preparation room and told to undress completely. Naked, I was 
  led to the display room where I was surprised to see a much smaller 
  audience. They were, however, closely clustered around a small clear 
  glass covered rectangular coffee table where I was told to kneel. The 
  men were only two or three feet away from the table. 
   
  I was scolded when I knelt. I had kept my legs together. The Dr's 
  harsh words startled me but I obediently spread my knees open wide. 
  Shortly after, a man came over from behind me, his cock hard and 
  jerked by his flying hand. In seconds he emitted a nice stream onto 
  the coffee table. As he shook the remaining droplets free, from the 
  other side came, literally, a second man and then a third deposited 
  puddles of semen before me.
   
  I knew what to do next. Carefully I begin to mix the puddles together 
  using just the fingertips of my first and middle fingers of my right hand. 
  It was to be done slowly, finger painting cum designs on the table. 
  The sperm, clinging to my fingers, was gently lifted creating strands 
  of sperm hanging down in opaque thin threads. I would play with each 
  thread, weaving them onto my fingers and letting them drop back to 
  the table. 
   
  After a few minutes, I raised the nectar above my tilted open mouth 
  and dribbled soft droppings onto my tongue, showing them to the 
  appreciative audience before swallowing. Then I played some more 
  as a couple more men ejaculated, adding their special blend before 
  me. 
   
  I enjoined the groupings into a large mass, leaned forward and began 
  to lap it up, holding it in my mouth while my fingers continued to 
  gather the cum together. I loudly had to suck much of it into my 
  mouth before showing it to the men and swallowing. Some unavoidably 
  clung to my chin and lips which I gathered with my middle finger of my 
  left hand and brought to my open mouth. I carefully lapped up and 
  sucked up every drop on the table before licking it thoroughly clean 
  and finally cleaning my fingers for the men. 
   
  As I was watching the men's positive reactions, my head was harshly 
  turned and an erect cock popped into my mouth. He held my head 
  steady and moved in and out fast until he came. I struggled to hold it 
  and still extract the remaining fluid even as another man replaced him 
  and quickly added another large dose. 
   
  I held my mouthful until given a beaker. Bowing down, the sperm and 
  saliva mixture drooled into the beaker only to have more men cum in 
  my mouth forcing me to repeat the process over and over and over 
  again. Not all men hit my mouth and it wasn't long until I could feel 
  semen on my cheek and forehead. I was allowed to carefully clear it 
  from my eyes and face, using just a fingertip, but I had to put it all in 
  my mouth. 
   
  I tried to focus on the audience as I seductively cleaned myself. 
  Sometimes the waves of men came quickly, leaving little time to play 
  with their juice, but other times I could entice and show the men how 
  much I enjoyed the flavor of sperm but I always had to spit it back 
  into the beaker. Of course some was swallowed but soon the beaker 
  showed a considerable quantity of the heady yellowish-white semi 
  opaque fluid.
   
  I didn't know how many men came but was told later that 18 came 
  in my mouth plus five on the table. When the last man finished I was 
  handed the beaker and a large wine glass. Breathing hard I steadily 
  poured the contents into the glass with excruciating care. I used my 
  finger to get it all out and cleaned it thoroughly before using my 
  tongue to get out the remaining residue. I could see the men peering 
  at me through the clear beaker and a massive orgasm began to build 
  as I swirled the wine glass, stirring the liquid. Like a fine wine, I put 
  my nose in the glass and inhaled the scent of men. I turned my head 
  so they could see as I tilted it back and brought the glass to my 
  cum-coated lips. Slowly the mass slid toward my mouth and I tried 
  hard not to quiver as an orgasm shook through my body. 
   
  The first time I could only take in a bit as the flavor was overwhelming. 
  I held it, swirled it, savored it, showed it to the men and swallowed. 
  However, the second gulp came as a great swallow and more than 
  half the glass was gone. The third I held longer and savored it and 
  finally, with the fourth drink the glass was drained. I held this and 
  toyed with it showing the men time and time again, swirling it around 
  my mouth, blowing bubbles with it and savoring the flavor before 
  leaning my head back and swallowing. I stuck out my empty tongue, 
  smiling broadly to their appreciative nods.
   
  After a bit, I was escorted to the preparation room and asked to dress, 
  clean up and then come back to the room. There I was introduced 
  personally to the audience and we chatted over appetizers. They 
  asked me, "Did I enjoy it?"
   
  "Yes!! Totally!"
   
  "Did I like oriental men?"
   
  "I love all men."
   
  "Do I really like to swallow and eat cum?"
   
  "Oh, yes. I really, really, really enjoy the flavor and sucking cock."
   
  In due time, the Dr swept me to a corner and asked if I would service 
  the men that wanted me. It wasn't so much a request as it was an 
  order, but I instantly wanted to and agreed. He addressed them in 
  Japanese and the group quickly encircled me. I felt my skirt being 
  unzipped and falling to the floor. Some leaned over staring intently 
  and directly at my cunt pointing and talking excitedly.
   
  I felt their hands at my breasts and my blouse being unbuttoned. As 
  it came off, I felt them pushing down on my shoulders and was soon 
  on my knees. They were fumbling with my bra until I undid the front 
  snap for them. My large breasts were weighed, squeezed and fondled 
  by seemingly everyone. Then, to my surprise, my blouse was put 
  back on and pulled over my breasts, but left unbuttoned. 
   
  A smaller group pressed in around me and soon the first cock was 
  inserted in my mouth. I watched his face as I sucked him but felt 
  another cock rubbing my cheek spreading pre-cum over it, followed 
  shortly by large thick spurts of his cum across my cheek and upper 
  lip. The man in my mouth howled softly, cumming in force down my 
  gulping throat. I screamed a bit as my hair was pulled down, forcing 
  my head straight up. Two men burst simultaneously, one over my 
  forehead and the bridge of my nose and hair, and the other across 
  my forehead. He cleaned his cock in my hair as another took his 
  place while another entered my mouth. 
   
  The first group rotated out as another closed in repeating the 
  processes. I swallowed as much cum as I could while more was 
  poured onto my face. I even felt a cock on my left nipple and felt the 
  warm glow spread across my chest. I lost count how many I sucked 
  and swallowed but the films revealed that 19 more men used me as 
  their sperm depository, but some may have been repeaters.
   
  In any case, I was again thoroughly and pleasurably bukkaked. 
  Semen wet my hair and ran down my throat. The men dressed and 
  watched as the Dr ordered me to clean myself with my fingers and 
  mouth. I scooped up finger full after finger full of semen and drank it 
  down. Using both hands I scooped up cum from my breasts, neck 
  and ears. I was in an orgasmic state and rubbed what I couldn't eat 
  into my tits and chest and finally rubbed it into my face like cold 
  cream before grabbing my nipples hard and cumming loudly.
   
  The men dissipated as I remained on the floor violently shaking. 
  When my eyes cleared, the room was mostly empty, my final visitors 
  filing out. My chest glistened and my face was sticky and wet, a 
  feeling I'd come to love. My blouse was soaked in places, particularly 
  the shoulders.
   
  The Dr came over and placed his hand tenderly under my chin, lifting 
  my head up and slowly turning it from side to side appraising the 
  effect on me.
   
  "Ahhh, you are a beautiful cum-bucket, My Dear. I am very pleased 
  with you. You look glowing."
   
  I weakly smiled, still slightly trembling, very proud of myself.
   
  He knelt down and pressed his other hand hard into my pussy, 
  saying, "And you came twice without even being touched here. 
  You are a good student. Are you ready for more lessons?"
   
  My bloodshot eyes widened and I enthusiastically nodded yes.
   
  "Next week then," he said handing me my skirt. "Do not put your bra 
  on and carry it so it can seen."
   
  "Leave the rest undone," he said, stopping me from buttoning my 
  blouse after just two bottom buttons were done, leaving my blouse 
  open to just above my belly button. 
   
  "Perhaps I should take off the remaining buttons so you wouldn't be 
  tempted to use them....or, should I trust you to follow my instructions?"
   
  I couldn't speak. This was far more than I'd ever shown without my 
  husband present. Still I nodded a quick perfunctory yes.
   
  "Good. It's far more exciting knowing you have purposely left them 
  like that. Besides, I will know if you disobey."
   
  Those words stuck in my head but I didn't understand what he meant 
  as I walked to the station with the cum drying on my body to a white 
  powder. 
   
  The T felt more crowded than ever that night. My skirt felt shorter and 
  my breasts even more exposed than they were. My nipples hardened 
  despite my wishes. I was becoming increasingly more excited by the 
  ride. I tried to keep my legs tight together but the friction increased 
  as the train swayed. A group of young Hispanic males ogled me from 
  across the aisle and I saw a large, no huge, dark black man hovering 
  nearby. His presence startled me a bit. 
   
  "Where had I seen him before?" I thought. It was then I realized my 
  imagination was starting to run wild and that I had to gain control, 
  even as my cunt screamed for cock. I uncrossed my legs and placed 
  them square on the floor and slightly, ever so slightly. parted my 
  knees. I focused on the three nearest Hispanic boys and watched 
  their eyes move across my face, chest and legs. I became aware of 
  the dried cum on my lips and licked them. My blouse was still wet, 
  clinging in certain areas. I realized that my bra was folded tightly in 
  my hand. I felt all eyes from the train on me as I laid it out on my lap, 
  crossing my ankles to give a better flatter surface to carefully refold 
  it, leaving a cup in view. 
   
  I parted my legs a bit more, knowing I had regained the power and 
  control. I shrugged my shoulders a bit, leaning forward to adjust my 
  shoe. I knew my entire tit was in view and, as I raised my foot a bit, 
  so was my cunt. And I loved it. I loved the stares of the young men, 
  the big black man and the others, even the disgusted disapproving 
  ones from the middle age man and a couple women.
   
  I loved that they were seeing my hard nipples and my chest. I loved 
  that it was cum coated and that some of them probably knew what 
  it was. I loved the stares at my thighs and the openness beyond. 
   
  "Just a bit wider," I convinced myself. I loved the feeling, deep and 
  raw, and wanted....no, needed....to have it again and again. Exposing 
  myself to strangers was becoming addictive and very exciting.
   
  Yes I love sex. I study it, practice it and apply it. I love it. If you wish 
  to contact me, please do.
  ***********************************************************************
  Send comments to Maria at mlskunt@yahoo.com or 
  to DayDreamrxx at daydreamrxx@yahoo.com.
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