Fragile Unbroken 6
"Slickery"
I had a conversation recently which has reawakened one of my wildest fetishes and rekindled memories of one of my wildest erotic rides. It's not one I will be able to experience much in my life, at least, not too this degree because it took my Master a long time to arrange it in a way that was safe and comfortable (to the degree that comfort is a priority.) It's an extreme cum fetish, so if that isn't your thing you may want to move on to another story.
My Master and I have had more adventures than I can count, and my need for love and attention is regularly met. but there is one desire that has been innate. It is the natural me.
I absolutely love cum. It is like a treasure to me. It is lust at its most concentrated. I want it to touch me. I want to taste it. I want it from both men and women. One of my constant standing commands from Master is that I clean him, or any other lover he may choose, of cum after sex, but that command exists because he learned how much I love it. It came as a reward for good behavior because I always asked him to do it anyway. I began to love it the first time I ever sucked a cock, years before I met Master.
I love tasty, slippery, hot cum in quantities that make our older Mexican cleaning lady think we are crazy. That only happens because some of it goes to waste on sheets or pillows. I have to assume that some hits the ceiling but I can't confirm it.
Yeah, I know it sounds obsessive. That's because it is, just a little bit.
Master learned this about me early in our relationship. As we've grown together, and through my training, he recognized it as an avenue for reward. He asked me a lot of questions, and over time he developed a strategy that he thought might accommodate this fantasy of mine.
He spent months preparing. One night he asked me how many men I thought it would take to fulfill my desire to be drenched in cum. I had never thought It through that far. I asked him how many he would let me have. I think he expected an answer that was a little more tame.
He replied that safety was his first concern, and he felt like it should be men whom he would trust enough to be alone with me, which in truth was very few, if any at all. Even so, I told him that I would not want the experience if he were not a participant. At that point I don't think the idea of seeing a bunch of men naked over me appealed to him at all.
It took time to develop mutual comfort and understanding, but in the end Master saw his way clear to make it happen. He told me that he thought he could come up with six men who would be willing.
That was more than I ever expected him to give me, but he had a plan that would incorporate safety and his comfort.
We spent the next two months having some private encounters with a few gentlemen, one of which my Master tossed right out of the mix. By the time that was complete Master had allowed me to meet 4 other men who he knew enough of to be confident that they were clean. He had some agreements with them, and he said he made them test for std's before they ever met me. One of them was a close friend Mike who he had known most of his life. I had been intimate with him before, and we had no worries about him.
Often in the weeks leading up to the night it happened, I would think about it until my thighs were slick with my bodies natural lubrication.
It was finally prepared. I don't know exactly what Master had to do to make it work, but he worked hard, knowing that this was something I wanted and he told me I deserved it.
The day came. I was cleaned and adorned with a new pearl necklace master had given me for this occasion. It was not an accident. He thought the symbolism of the pearls would remind me of the event in the future. I wore it all that day. It looked a little awkward wearing my necklace with my collar but there was no way I wanted to go through this without my Masters collar.
I prepared myself. Master had given me instruction and we both set hard and soft limits which gave me even more freedom because I knew where Master would draw he line. I had been fantasizing about multiple penetrations as time led up to this, and Master agreed that if I was comfortable with it, he would go along too. I knew he meant it. I had watched a man suck his cock before, and he had taken one anally on a night where I had been chained and forced, (allowed) to watch Master with another dominant friend who both tested and punished her male sub by having him suck Master to completion. I knew he wouldn't be bothered by the idea of another cock in my ass. One limit I added to our arrangement was that only Master would be allowed in my pussy. He appreciated that. I think it built trust as well.
It was comforting and intoxicating to know I could guide the evening according to my comfort level.
I was nervous to near shaking but I couldn't stop thinking about 5 men cumming. I wanted it badly. I was wet all day to the point that it was embarrassing and inconvenient as I spent the majority of that day naked and my wetness was noticeable. Master just laughed when I told him that. He said that half of the time he didn't have to work to deprive me. I was so sex focused that I kept myself on the edge.
I didn't think it was funny. It was his fault anyway for being so damn sexy and loving.
The hour arrived. I had my hair braided so it would not interfere. I had the beautiful pearl necklace on arranged so that it didn't conflict t too badly with my golden collar. The necklace hung down to drape across my cleavage. It looked hot. Master suggested I wear a robe and nothing else to make the whole thing easier, so I wore a black silk robe which barely covered my ass.
So I knelt, waiting on a pillow with my legs closed to keep my wetness from showing, on my perch in the corner of the great room. Master had decided the event would take place here. He had given me permission to speak freely but he put soft, black, leather shackles on my ankles and wrists. I think he was marking his territory. He had removed his card table from the room and replaced it with a soft, thick rug. You could tell that the room was set up for something and all the men knew what they were getting into, so as the first one arrived the sexual tension was already hot.
Master offered him a drink. He did not introduce us. Part of my fantasy was to be treated like a whore. Master said that nobody needs to know a whores name to get off. It set my mood quite readily. I had met the men but their names had never come up. I already felt like a whorish fuck doll and only two of the men who would take me were here. Master and he chatted. He was tall and muscular. He wore tight blue jeans and I could see his erection forming early as he glanced at me and I just smiled back at him, kneeling quietly.
Three more men showed up within the next few minutes. They were all talking, they all had a drink or two. They were acting macho and all I knew was that those cocks over there would touch me soon. I did know Mike and he came over to talk to me, but we talked about none of the normal things we might have discussed. It was all about the weather and other frivolous topics. I could tell he was nervous. I told him he ought to go join the others and get ready. I didn't want to wait any longer. Master had instructed me how to approach this. My heart was beating like a drum as I stood up and walked to the large, soft rug. My black robe flowed easily over my hips, contrasting with my pale white skin. Every one of the men stopped talking and turned to look at me. It was real now. I was insanely nervous but I breathed deeply and tried to calm myself as I untied my sash and tossed the robe to the side. I looked at each man in the eye. My nipples were aching hard. My shaved pussy was dripping down my highs. This was it. My dream.
