Cum Slut Sue

'My name is Sue and I'm a complete cum-slut. What more do you need to know? Come over to see me and I'll milk your cock for you, making you spurt your hot cum over my face or tits, maybe even in my mouth. And I always swallow!'

That was the advert I placed online in a 'massage' forum. I figured I could make some money out of my love of cocks and cum and offering reasonably priced massages seemed an easy way to start.

Well, I wasn't prepared for the deluge of emails that followed barely an hour after my ad went live. There must have been forty emails waiting for me when I logged on and as I was reading them, more kept pinging into my mailbox.

A lot of them were fake, of course. Probably from horny teenagers who liked the idea of what I was offering but wouldn't or couldn't take me up on it.

There were, however, plenty of polite enquiries. Now, I'd done a bit of research before I decided to become a cum-extractor! It seems that with escorting, a full service isn't for everyone. A lot of men go for what they see as a guilt-free massage that just happens to end with some 'relief'. This was the kind of guys I was hoping to attract.

I'm not a stick-thin, twenty-something model, so I wouldn't expect men to queue up to want to fuck me for £200 a go, but I am presentable and I'm good with my hands! I'm late thirties, not in bad shape even if I do like cookies a little too much and I've been told, quite pretty. Pretty with an undercurrent of filthy, as my last boyfriend described me, which I liked.

I took a brief massage course at the local college before advertising, not because I couldn't rub my hands over a guy's body erotically. More to make sure I didn't do something that would cause any damage to clients. Generally speaking, I like men and I don't want to cause any of them any harm. The course was straightforward and now here I was, ready for action and a long list of potential clients to reply to.

The easiest thing to do would be to draft a generic email, which included my availability, prices and my phone number. I could reply to every promising message I received with the same email, then it would be up to them to ring me and make a booking.

I also cheekily placed an ad on Craigslist, entitled "Heavy Cummers Required" and put a few scant details about what I was offering. You never know!

I received my first phone call about 30 minutes after I'd sent the generic email replying to the first thirty-five email enquiries I'd had that looked promising. Yes, thirty-five. I counted them!

"Hi, is that Sue?" enquired the caller.

"Yes, hello, how can I help you?" I asked politely, in my best telephone voice.

"Are you really a cum-slut?" came the reply.

I hesitated as I thought my very first call was about to be a dickhead who was probably jerking himself off as we spoke. I decided not to pre-judge as it was my first enquiry.

"Well, you read the ad, so I'm sure that's why you're calling me." I stated, slightly tersely.

A pause followed, by an apologetic "Oh my God, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to... I've never done this before. Um, My name is Mike and I'm interested in coming to see you for a massage."

OK, I thought to myself. Maybe he is nervous calling me. Not all guys are super-confident alpha males, are they? I decided to relent.

"Sure, Honey, if you want me to relieve you of a nice cum load, I'm your girl. When did you have in mind?" I said, in a more playful tone.

I heard a cough, then Mike said "Really? Awesome. Are you free this afternoon by any chance?"

I ummmed and aaahed for a second or two, not wanting him to know he was my first client.

"I have a half hour slot at 2.30 and an hour slot at 3.00. Any good?" I asked.

"Mmm, 2.30 please, that would be great," replied Mike, eagerly.

I gave him my address and parking instructions, confirmed the £50 fee, then said goodbye. Now all I had to do was get myself ready and I have to admit, my pussy was tingling with anticipation. I had no idea what this guy would look like, but I was only interested in his cock really, so I wasn't bothered if he was an Adonis or a fat old 'geezer'.

I took two more phone calls before 2.30 and both booked me for the next day. I was off to a promising start.

I had asked Mike to phone me five minutes before 2.30 to confirm. I'd read that there are a lot of time wasters in this game. Or maybe he would lose his nerve -- he did say he'd never done this before. I would act like I was experienced and try and relax him. Once I got my hands on his best bits, I had no doubt in my ability to make him spurt!

2.25 and my phone rang. Mike said he had just turned into my apartment block car park. I told him to come right to the front door and I would buzz him up. I waited with slightly sweaty palms and the buzzer sounded. I pressed 'enter' and waited for him to knock on my door.

Wow, he must have sprinted up the stairs. A gentle tap on the door sounded and I opened it fully, allowing him to walk right in. I closed the door and turned to look at my first ever client.

Hmm, not bad! He was about my age and looked quite dapper in his business suit. He also looked very nervous, so I offered him a drink, which he declined. He handed me the fee without me asking for it, which was nice, so I showed him into the bathroom and asked him to shower. He took the towel I offered him and I left him to it.

I was sat on the edge of the bed wearing only a short white smock when he reappeared, the towel around his waist, his clothes draped over his arm. I had also removed my panties, so if Mike got the urge to explore my body with his hands, he wouldn't be disappointed!

I pointed to the wall hooks and watched him hang his clothes up. He turned to face me and looked very sheepish, so now was my opportunity to get things going.

"OK, Mike, if you could lose the towel and lay face down on the bed, we'll get started," I said, assertively.

Mike grinned, dropped the towel and shuffled over to the single bed, plopping himself down on to it. I had toyed with the idea of getting a massage table, and I still might do that, but for now, the single bed in my spare room would have to suffice. It was quite a high bed, so I didn't have to bend too much to reach Mike's body.

"Would you prefer oil or powder?" I asked.

"Mmm, oil, please" came the reply.

I poured a generous amount of oil over Mike's back and proceeded to massage his shoulders and arms.

"Sorry if I'm a bit nervous," said Mike. "This is my first ever massage."

"That's OK, Honey, just relax and let me relieve your stress!" I reassured him.

I moved down to his legs now, concentrating on his thighs and buttocks. I wasn't digging into his muscles, it was more a gentle rub-down, designed to arouse him. Every time I pushed my thumbs into his buttocks, he moaned, so I did this some more. I brushed my fingertips up and down his ass crack and his moans grew louder. I knew I was having the effect on him that I wanted.

After about ten minutes of gentle groping, I asked Mike to turn onto his back. Wow! He really was aroused. My first paying cock and I'd struck lucky. It was a beauty, about seven inches long and pretty thick. My mouth started to water and even though I wanted to play it cool, I couldn't help but compliment him.

"Oh my, that's a nice juicy one! And so hard already," I purred.

"Well, that's your fault. I loved it when you rubbed my ass!" Mike replied.

I started on Mike's shoulders and chest, but I could tell he was impatient for the proper massage to begin, so I quickly moved my hands lower. I rubbed his tummy and pubic area so his erect cock was being brushed by the back of my fingers. It twitched invitingly, so I poured some oil into my hands and held his cock. Mike's eyes closed as he felt my fingers curl around his hardness. I moved my hand slowly, pulling his foreskin back and fully exposing his shiny glans.

"Oh my God, that feels so good!" gasped Mike.

I looked at him as he opened his eyes and smiled. "Feels good to me as well!" I assured him.

I felt a hand on my leg as I started to give Mike's beautiful cock some longer, sensual strokes. I was fascinated by the sound of him breathing as I completed each stroke, knowing I was driving him crazy. His hand moved around to my ass and I felt him squeeze my cheek. My pussy was soaking wet already and I wondered if he would have the nerve to keep exploring with his fingers. I wouldn't stop him if he did.

We were twenty minutes into the massage now and I wanted to make sure he popped no later than 2.55. That gave me five minutes to finish the job. Mike was writhing under my expert touch and groping between my buttocks. I decided to make it easier for him all round and dropped my head to take his cock into my mouth.

Mike yelped loudly as he felt my lips wrap around him. I pushed down to take him deep into my mouth and throat, leaning forward giving him easier access to my pussy. I felt a finger slip into me and heard Mike sigh "Fucking hell!"

This may not have been as guilt-free as he anticipated, but he didn't complain. He thrust up as my head bobbed down, my throat full of cock as his finger pushed in to me more deeply. I knew he was close now, so I briefly lifted my head and asked sweetly "Where do you want to cum, Honey? Mouth or face?"

"Fuck, mouth, oh my God!"

The first spurt of cum caught me by surprise and covered my lips and chin. I quickly fastened my lips around his throbbing member as Mike pumped out another four or five spurts, all of which I held in my mouth. He now had two fingers rammed into my hungry snatch, but stopped thrusting them into me as he concentrated on his orgasm. His cum tasted wonderful, but I didn't swallow just yet.

I waited until I could feel no more throbbing and no more cum oozing out, then I lifted my head. With my mouth slightly open, showing Mike that my mouth was full of his cum, I looked at him imploringly.

"Oh shit, yes. Swallow it Babe!" Mike said eagerly.

With one gulp, it was gone and I licked my lips in appreciation and let out a deep sigh of satisfaction.

"Mmmm, tastes so good!" I said, cheekily.

Mike was lying collapsed on the bed, sniffing his fingers that had been in my soaking pussy a few moments before. "I bet you taste fucking amazing too!" he said, licking his fingers.

"Hmm, well maybe next time you can find out properly!" I teased. I liked Mike and the idea of a passionate 69 with him was very enticing, if he was up for it.

"Oh yeah, I'd fucking love that!" he agreed.

I moved away and said "Feel free to clean up, Babe," and I left Mike to use the bathroom again.

He had dressed, kissed me goodbye and left my apartment by 3.05. That left me with just one thing to do before I went to check if I'd had any calls while we'd been busy. I sat back on the edge of the bed, frigged myself furiously, imagining it was Mike's fingers not my own, and came hard as I remembered the feeling of Mike's cock erupting hot cum onto my mouth. Awesome!

So, that was the story of my first client. The meeting couldn't have gone any better really, I'd been very lucky. Mike now comes to see me almost every week and we have enjoyed some superb 69s. He even managed to make me squirt once, right at the second he filled my mouth again. Mike has become my favourite regular client.

But there have been many more clients since that first meeting and I have built up a good base of regulars. My fascination with cocks and cum hasn't waned at all. In fact, it might have gotten worse! I think I now understand why men like a variety of lovers. It's the same for me with cocks! I don't care how big or small they are, within reason, as long as I can make them spurt for me. I marvel at how different each one is, even though the objective is the same.

I remember my first really big cock. I could hardly wrap my fingers around it and it felt so good in my hand. Oddly, this guy didn't cum a lot. It was more of a slow ooze and he liked to see his cum dripping down my fingers then watch me lick them clean. He would then kiss me and lick his own cum from my mouth and tongue. I have to admit, this really turns me on and I always have a great orgasm after he's left.

I was actually surprised to learn how many men like to taste their own cum. Some lick my fingers and some want me to snowball them after they've filled my mouth. For the uninitiated, this means I dribble their cum-load back into their own mouths as we kiss and they swallow it. Damn, it's so horny!

One of the least "well-endowed" guys who comes to see me regularly is the guy who cums the most. I have a feeling he doesn't get any sex at home and probably doesn't jerk himself off. He always seems to shoot at least two weeks-worth of cum on each fortnightly visit and it can get quite messy!

The first time he was happy just to shoot while lying on his back with me stroking him. The amount took me by surprise the first time, making me squeal with delight. On subsequent visits, he has cum in my mouth, over my face, on my tits and even on my ass. Bless him, he pays extra for that but I don't mind, as long as he uses my phone to takes a pic of my curvy ass, bent forward, covered with his huge load. I like jilling off to hot pictures too, you know!

Then there is the guy who doesn't let me touch him at all. No massage, no hand jobs. His fetish is to jerk off onto my body while I'm fully clothed. He never lasts more than fifteen minutes but always insists on paying me the full fee -- "to help with laundry bills, my Dear!" He's such a lovely guy, I'm more than happy to be the girl he chooses to jizz over.

I said at the start that I was aiming my 'services' at the guys who don't want full sex, more a guilt-free relief. However, that doesn't mean several don't enquire if more is on offer. To be honest, some of my clients are gorgeous and I would be happy to fuck them, but I've been true to my original promise to myself and limited anything further to oral sex only.

But, like every rule, there's always an exception.... This one bears telling in a bit more detail.

Jack had booked a second appointment after we'd had a very steamy first meeting. He frigged me hard and made me cum as I was snowballing his big load back into his mouth. He didn't like to swallow, rather to play with the cum between out tongues and lips, allowing it to dribble down on to my naked breasts. I was underneath him as we shared this 'dirty kiss' and he fingered me so hard, I yelped as I came and bit his lip a little too hard! I apologised but Jack was sweet, saying it was the horniest thing he'd ever done, so I was off the hook.

He left me that day, holding his mouth in mock agony, vowing to 'get me back for that one!' I admit I was already looking forward to his next visit.

When he turned up for appointment number two, he handed me a bunch of flowers, saying "No hard feelings from last time, Babe!" Aww, how sweet!

The hour-long meeting started and continued as normal and I was working Jacks' hard cock up nicely. He was fingering me and I was dripping wet, so much so that Jack paused, making me pause too.

"Tell me you want me to fuck you, Sue!" he said, imploringly.

I resumed my cock stroking and said "Oh, you bad boy, you'd like that, wouldn't you? Well, sorry, Buster, this pussy is off limits, even for you!"

As much of a slut as I was, I'd decided from the start that I didn't want my pussy used as a cum receptacle. Also, I was tight and I wanted to stay that way. I really don't know how girls who fuck ten clients a day can keep their pussies neat and tight. They must have one hell of a pelvic floor workout regime! This isn't me being judgmental -- if a girl wants to rent out her snatch, that's her business. It just isn't for me.

Back to Jack. He lay their grinning as I rebuffed him, but he didn't flinch.

"Who said I wanted to fuck your pussy?" he said, tantalisingly.

I stopped jerking him and looked him in the eye.

He continued "I've always thought you had the sexiest ass I've ever seen. Why not live dangerously and let me ass-fuck you. I'll pay double!"

Oh Jesus! Save me from temptation! I had his delicious cock in my hand and his fingers stroking my clit. He moved his hand further between my legs and ran a finger over my ass crack as he suggested fucking my tight hole. My knees went weak and I was momentarily lost for words. I was super-horny and hadn't had anal sex for months. Anal happens to be my second-favourite activity after taking a mouthful of cum. Jack had put me on the spot, and to his credit, he couldn't have timed his request any better. I was gagging for it!

"What do you say, sexy? You might enjoy it!" he added, and slipped the tip of his finger into my willing bum hole.

Well, fuck me sideways with a marrow! I had no resistance at all and said "OK, you dirty sod, here's the deal."

Jack sat up, a big grin appearing on his face.

I continued "I fucking love your cock and I fucking love it up the ass. I want you to do me on all fours, like the bitch I am, and fill my ass with cum."

Jack was nodding vigorously and I added "Then you have to lick my ass clean, got it?"

His grin grew wider and I knew he was up for this. He jumped off the bed, fumbled in his jacket for his wallet and fished out five 20 pound notes. He handed them to me without saying anything and I pushed them under the bed.

I grabbed the bottle of oil and handed it to Jack. "Lube me up, you dirty fucker!" I commanded and I laid face down on the bed.

Jack wasted no time in slathering my ass with oil, using his fingers to push plenty into my tight little anus. Each time a finger pushed into me, I shuddered and felt a shock spasm through my pussy. I was breaking my own rule, but I didn't care. Jack was hot and I needed him. The fact that he wanted to fuck my tiny ass hole and pay me an extra hundred quid just made it better!

I bent my knees and raised my ass into the air. I kept my legs tight together as Jack moved into position behind me. He spanked me lightly, placed one hand on the small of my back and used his other hand to guide his fully engorged cock into my puckered hole. Even though I hadn't had anything bigger than a finger up there for some time, my sphincter relaxed quickly, almost sucking Jack's cock into me. He let out a sigh, which I matched, as his full length slid into my oily ass.

I love anal in this position, doggy with my legs together. It makes entry more easy for the guy and feels amazing as he can lift his body up and penetrate me really deeply. I also know Jack is fond of a bit of dirty talk, so I decided to get very naughty indeed.

"Oh Jack, your cock is fucking huge! Fuck me deep, lover, make me squeal!"

Jack mumbled something, but I guess he was concentrating. This had cost him a hundred quid, so I guess he was trying to make the most of it and last as long as possible. I didn't want him to pop too quickly either. I was loving the feel of his stiff pole exploring my rectum, thrusting in deep, making me dizzy with lust. I reached a hand behind me to pull him in deeper as Jack reached around to finger my clit. It was so amazingly erotic, I was surprised Jack lasted as long as he did.

As he tweaked my clit and pushed deep into me, my orgasm hit me hard! I shrieked as loud as I had ever done and pushed back hard, my ass and pussy contracting wildly.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck!" I shouted, over and over, feeling like this amazing orgasm would never end.

Just as I was easing down, Jack pushed in one last time then held his cock still as it throbbed and he emptied his balls deep into my bum. The feeling of his pulsating cock brought my feelings back to life and I came again, not as hard, but lip-bitingly intense and when Jack's cock had stopped throbbing and slipped out of my bum with a nice squelch, I flopped down on my tummy, spent and well-fucked.