Wartornfields2786 said: I've been following you on multiple sites for a couple years now. This is my first story request and I hope you have time to do it. I really like a story of yours called Portrait of a Slut. It's not so much a story as a stream of consciousness piece and I've gotten off to it so many time I lost count. Could you do another one, maybe a continuation of the last one but with more detail or perhaps more focus on the sex with multiple men instead of just one. I really get off on the idea that a slut can't get enough of multiple dicks and needs the cum inside. Thanks for considering my request Jenn.
Jennifer Johnson said: I'm so happy you love that story. The original is in first person, present tense, but this one is past tense. I apologize, but I just couldn't do it with this piece. I hope you enjoy this version as well. Thanks for the request and for the follow on my social media. I appreciate you, and I'm happy I have a chance to fulfill this request for you.
*Trigger Warning* Consentual Nonconsent is presented as Dubious Consent. This story contains passages that seem like the narrator is being raped, but she has given prior consent and confirms that consent at the end of the story. If dubious consent upsets you, please skip this story. As always, all characters are over the age of 18.
Portrait of a Slut, Part 2
The Fuck Roster
Working from home had turned out to be a fantastic adventure. I had sex breaks every few hours with a handful of men I'd chosen carefully over time to be on my fuck roster. They checked in for sex often enough that I rarely spent a night alone. The men always wore condoms, but it wouldn't work out for one reason or another. I'd find a reason to go bareback, and before I knew it, I was a cum dumpster. Brandon's cum still dripped from my pussy as I finished my work.
The first few times I had sex with a man were the best for me as I waited to see how long it would take me to find a reason to let him dump his cum in my unprotected pussy. At first, I had no idea it was turning me on to let them all fuck me raw, but I saw a pattern in my behavior and had to admit it. I was into being used and cum in by men I barely knew.
Bleep!
I looked down at my phone, knowing it was probably another man wanting to fuck me. I considered this. Was I horny again already? I'd just said goodbye to Brandon, and my pussy still bubbled with his cum. Plus, I had work to finish. I decided not to answer. I had to wake up early for a Zoom meeting.
I pulled my long, dark hair into a high ponytail and opened the document I wanted to finish before bed, but I couldn't focus. All the orgasms Brandon gave me drained my purpose, and I no longer saw the significance of doing my work this late at night. I needed to go to bed. I hadn't been sleeping well, and my body craved rest. I got up and went to the bathroom, where I rinsed what was left of my makeup from my face. I traded my robe for pajamas and took some sleep medication, hoping that tonight would be the night I could finally rest.
My phone continued to go off, and I read the texts as they came in. Jimmy was incessantly texting cock pics, and I couldn't resist clicking and looking at his massive white cock. If a white guy had a big cock and knew how to use it, he earned a spot on my fuck roster. Many people thought I only fucked black guys, but the truth is, I gravitated to the best dicks.
"It's too late for me tonight," I texted Jimmy. "Tomorrow after work?"
"I'm so horny for that tight pussy," he texted.
I snapped a photo of my pussy for him, cum and all. "I already got a load of cum in my pussy," I admitted.
"Let me cum play in it then," Jimmy begged me.
I sighed, knowing I'd regret my choices in the morning. "If you're going to come over, make it quick."
"Omw."
Jimmy lived close enough that he was there in about twenty minutes. He was over 6 feet tall with broad shoulders and musculature, indicating he did manual labor. His hair was strawberry blonde, and his cock was freakishly large at ten inches and so thick that it stretched my pussy every time he put it in me.
Though he knew I had shit to do, Jimmy took his time fucking me. I'd forgotten about the sleeping pill I had taken, and I was nodding off as Jimmy worked his massive cock in and out of my pussy. I knew I shouldn't have allowed this, but I couldn't resist getting another cock inside me. I wanted another load of cum too. Jimmy knew me well enough to love that I was a slut. He'd known since the first time we fucked, which was about ten years ago. He loved to hear about my slut antics, and the fact that he got off on Brandon's cum already inside me made fucking him even more exciting.
"Jimmy, fuck me!" I screamed, trying to egg him on, but my speech sounded slurred by the medication. He repositioned me into doggy style and hit my pussy from behind. He knew what I needed and craved, and he was giving it to me. He held me down, his elbow leaning on my head as he fucked me mercilessly from behind. I squeaked beneath him, uncomfortable but also about to cum my fucking ass off. I let out a guttural scream, writhing beneath him as he unleashed his sadism on my tight, young body. I knew he was using me, which was the best feeling in the world. I was using him, too, but I knew it wasn't the same. I knew that no matter how much I enjoyed being used, others saw me as more pathetic than empowered. I felt differently about it, empowered as Jimmy dumped a mighty load of cum deep in my cunt.
I lay trapped under Jimmy's heaving body until he gathered the strength to move his elbow from my head. He got off me, pulling his dripping cock out of my pussy with a slow groan.
"Damn, girl. You are always amazing. I'll see you later in the week, right?"
"Thanks for understanding that it's late. I know you want to hang out for another round." I could tell that Jimmy didn't want to go, but I needed some sleep. I'd fucked enough men over the weekend that my pussy needed a good night's rest. My sleep medication was taking hold, and I could barely walk Jimmy out.
"I've got work tomorrow, too," he explained, "but I wish I could stay."
"Yeah, maybe Thursday?" I said tentatively as Jimmy finally walked out the door. I was delirious as I made my way to the bedroom. I fell into bed and passed out within seconds of my head hitting the pillow.
***
I woke up choking. I couldn't breathe, but it took a moment to realize something was down my throat. I spit it out, but it was dark, and I didn't understand what was happening.
"Help me!" I cried, confused. There was no answer, and why would there be? I lived alone. I couldn't move. The medication was coursing through my veins, making my body feel heavy. I couldn't keep my eyes open, knowing my only choice was to go back to sleep. I faded quickly back into the recesses of my brain, happy that nothing could disturb me tonight.
***
Something was wrong this time. I knew it even before I could open my eyes. My body was shaking, being jarred by something. A shockwave of pleasure coursed through me, and I enthusiastically cooed. There was a cock inside me, and it was fucking me hard and fast, using my sleeping body for all it was worth.
My brain was doing everything it could to fight the sleep medication. My legs were spread open, but my eyes felt glued shut. Someone was fucking me, and my pussy was wide open and being used. I fought the first feelings that shot through my brain, ashamed of what I'd become. I was enjoying this. I was enjoying a strange cock I didn't know raping me in my own apartment. I realized that this was crazy, but still, my pussy responded and told me that I was fucked up for enjoying a situation that I should have been terrified of. I couldn't help that I enjoyed being used, and the ultimate form of use was rape. I wanted a man to just take my pussy and use it however he needed to.
I didn't want to die, but I knew that whoever was doing this might kill me. I'd put myself in this situation by having sex with all those men. I thought of the ones I'd blown off and let down. Could one of them be back to have his way with me?
I lived in fear of things like this. This wasn't the first time I'd been raped, nor the first time I'd been afraid of a man. Maybe I'd done this my whole life, but I couldn't put it all together. I was scared to face it, but I'd always put myself in harm's way. I wore dresses that were too short, walked by myself through dark alleys, and pretended to pass out at parties to see if men would use my body.
So many men had used my body that it had become just another thing I did. I let men use me as much as they wanted to, so they kept calling me. I sucked on their balls and let them fuck me in the ass. I gave them as much head as they needed and never complained. I opened my legs wider and told them to fuck me deeper until my pussy milked their cum out.
I'd always been a little cum dumpster for men, and I'd never known any other way. I had never known anything but that. So, it was evident that I was destined to drain as many cocks as possible. I felt the need to be a cum dumpster for all of them. I would offer myself to anyone; all they had to do was show me attention, and I'd try my best to please them sexually.
"Stupid sleeping bitch! You thought you could keep me out of this pussy? Guess again."
