"Mmmmm, that's nice and warm,' I purred, as another load of cum landed on my face. I groped my spunk-coated breasts, massaging the warm, succulent goo into my skin. I looked around the room. I was surrounded by men, too many to count, all naked, hard and ready to cum. This was a situation entirely of my own doing.
My name is Amber, and I am a spunkaholic.
I have a fetish for cum - everything about it. I adore the taste. I love how it feels on my skin. The aroma is delicious. It feels so warm when it lands on my body, or on my tongue and down into my belly. Every year, I take a week off and go on a spunk-fuelled holiday. All on my own. I need it; just one week out of 52, I need to get away from everything and get down, dirty and nasty.
At that moment, I was all three of those. I was kneeling on the floor of my hotel bedroom, naked, taking all the cum I wanted from an endless supply of cocks. I had fucked a lot of them as well; my cunt was a constant cream pie. My hand reached down to my pussy, bare but for a subtle landing-strip, and I slid two fingers across my clit. It was so slick, with both spunk and my own juices. I started masturbating, licking my lips, tasting the delights of my sperm-donors. I slid two fingers inside - my pussy was so wet and gooey, I could have fisted myself with the amount of all-natural lube.
I removed my fingers and licked each one of them, overwhelming my taste-buds. "I need more cum guys,' I lustfully moaned. "I'm getting thirsty. Someone come over here and blow a big hot load all over my tongue."
I was hardly short of offers. I immediately grabbed a dick and slid it into my mouth. My tongue played around with the head, driving the guy crazy. I moved him deeper into my mouth, deep-throating him, grabbing his buttocks for leverage. I started to taste sweet pre-cum, so I removed his cock and started jerking him off, my tongue eagerly awaiting his load.