Increase the slut make me happy – 2

Throwing on a robe, I soon headed back down the stairs. To my surprise, I heard what was obviously a movie being played and watched on my TV. But it wasn’t just any ordinary movie either, not by the sounds I heard. When I entered the den, sure enough, Stella was lying there naked on my couch, she’d inserted a porn movie, though where she’d gotten it from, I had no idea. She smiled as I came into the room, patting the couch next to her.

“Feel better?” she asked, as she continued stroking her pussy, toying at it with her fingers.

“Ah yeah…much,” I said, taking a seat next to her, glancing at the TV for a moment, seeing what appeared to be a young woman laying on the floor, at least a dozen or so men all standing around and above her. “Interesting movie,” I said, feeling my prick begin to stiffen beneath my robe. As though sensing that herself, she reached over undoing the sash, her hand reaching in and immediately producing my rather stiff cock.

“I love this one…it’s one of my favorites,” she explained.

“What’s it called?” I asked.

She grinned, winked and then answered. “Cum slut…just what I am!”

We sat watching the movie, though my hand was now down between her legs, fingering that wet juicy split, her hand slow-stroking my cock. “You’re really into this aren’t you?” I asked. It was obvious that Stella was very much aroused by the scene in the movie. The young woman, looking very similar in appearance to herself, now lying down on the floor as one by one, each of the men began discharging their cum-shots upon her.

“You have no idea!” She said honestly. “Maybe this will gross you out hearing me say it, but that is my biggest all time fantasy,” she said looking into my eyes. “I’ve always wanted to feel what it was like to have a large group of men showering me with their cum. Unfortunately, in the movies,

the poor girls seem to get much, if not all of it right in the face. And not that I mind that, I don’t, but I prefer watching it too, seeing those hard delicious cocks lurching, spurting and squirting their cream. I’d rather feel it landing all over me, covering me almost completely in it, and then having it rubbed into me, head to toe after that.”

“Yeah, well we certainly do all have our fantasies,” I told her. “And no…I don’t think yours is all that weird either, different yes, but certainly not weird. Hell Stella…if I were to tell you some of mine…”

The gleam in her eye told me that perhaps I shouldn’t have done that. “Tell me Robin, tell me…what IS one of your biggest fantasies ever? Come on, you know what mine is…now tell me one of yours.”

Under the circumstances, with her fondling my cock the way she was, the eroticism of the movie we were watching, and the delicious feel of her very wet pussy, how could I not? The words coming out of my mouth even before I realized how it must have sounded to her, though all she did was giggle hotly, still stroking my cock, nodding her head in agreement.

“Oh…here comes my favorite part!” She started gathering my attention back to the movie. How they had actually managed it, I have no idea, but suddenly one cock after another seemed to let go, streamers of spunk spurting out, cascading down on the girl lying on the floor. Criss-crossing ribbons of sperm splashing against her, and not all of which were landing on her face either. Most of it in fact against her breasts and tummy, as well as her cunt as she cried out deliriously with joy. Stella too was crying out now herself, the onscreen climatic moment triggering her own needful orgasm.

“Ok baby…give me yours now,” she demanded, her mouth suddenly wrapping itself around my prick, sucking it for all she was worth. I’d perhaps cum in a woman’s mouth maybe half a dozen times in my entire lifetime, and though it was obvious Stella preferred watching it, she went after my dick with a vengeance, the force of my semen hitting the back of her throat as she swallowed me down, making my toes curl.

“Fuck! That was mind-blowing!” I exclaimed happily, watching as she licked her lips erotically.

“Sweetie? You ain’t seen nothing yet!”

**

I don’t know how else to put it. Stella was like a drug, and I was addicted to her. I soon found myself doing the craziest things with her, and for her. Some of which I actually felt sheepish or embarrassed about, but then did them anyway, and damn glad afterwards that I had. Stella had a way of turning the strangest, weirdest, silliest situation into one of the most erotic, sensual, hot experiences of my entire life!

I had once again come home in the middle of the day. Hearing my car pulling up into the drive, Stella had come outside, naked, waiting for me in her backyard. I had seen her of course, and stepped out through the sliding glass door with the intention of joining her. She met me at the gate separating the two yards however and told me to stay where I was.

“You have a ladder?” she asked. I did, but it didn’t explain anything. “Good, get it, set it up right there, I’ll be waiting for you,” she told me. I did as she asked. She had positioned herself down on the grass on a blanket just on the other side of the fence. The only way I could see her was to climb up the ladder, sit on the top of it looking down.

Once again, she was playing with herself, though this time she was using what appeared to be a rather curious looking rubberized cock which she was sliding in and out of her cunt. “Go ahead baby, jack yourself off for me,” she asked. “I want to watch you squirt from up there, I want to see if that nice thick cream of yours can hit me from up there,” she added.