Hannahs Diary Oral Date For 3

Note: These stories are set in a strange parralel universe, seperate from our own, where people can fuck a lot more freely, are subject to judgement almost rarely (usually only consentually) and generally people in this universe pursue their sexual pleasures as and when they want with absolutely zero consequences (i.e, STD's, horrible people with shitty opinions, etc) and as such, you should take a lot of themes here with a pinch of salt.

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Friday // 20:23pm

I'm emerging from the men's bathroom, firstly poking my head out from behind the door, just to make sure the coast is clear, before then stepping out into the restaurant floor. I don't think anyone saw me? But to be honest, I'm not very thorough with my checks. Not any more, anyway.

I just spent about ten minutes with Michael's dick in my mouth. Ten minutes is long for me, especially on my knees. Generally speaking? I can be in and out in a good five minutes which I'm sure my knees thank me for, but for whatever reason today, Michael had a shit tonne of stamina. It took a while, but hey, I got the job done.

I sit down at the dinner table where my boyfriend, Owen, is sitting. His eyes are as big as the dinner plates.

"Well?"

I shrug. "Yeah. Not bad, I said."

"Not bad?" he laughs "You two were gone a while"

Michael now emerges from the bathroom, walking very awkwardly to the table. I lean into my boyfriend and whisper

I declare to Owen that Michael has more stamina than a horse, which makes Owen giggle. "He can go. Like for real." Owen rubs my shoulder reassuringly. He's thankful for my esteemed duty to be a total whore and I feel a stirring in my stomach. My breath feels like it's stolen away. The reassurance I get when I can just be myself always makes me feel completely dizzy.

Michael and I? We're old friends. We hook up every so often -- he's just really reliable dick. The fucking is always good. Owen and I have been with each other for a year now. He was very up front about what he liked and, to be honest, it was a breath of fresh air. I'd always got in trouble in the past messaging other guys. I would never cheat, per se? But if I'm feeling horny and my partner isn't there, well... I get curious, you know? Is that... wrong?

Owen didn't think so.

"So!" Michael begins, keen to get ahead of any awkwardness "Shall we order some food?"

We all agree.

"So, Michael, what do you think?"

"Oh my god, her mouth is perf-"

"I meant the food!"

"Right! Right... oh I feel stupid now"

Owen leans into Michael: "Dude. I'm totally fucking with you" They both laugh. "Seriously though, how was it?"

"Incredible as always." Michael is beaming with pride.

"What can I say? I've had a shit load of practice." I lean back in my chair with smug grin plastered across my face, proud of my work here today already.

"Oh my god, babe, that reminds me" I begin "that hotel concierge guy texted me again"

"Oh!" Owen leaps for joy and starts to jabber away to Michael about the concierge boy. "This guy... It's so funny. We were locked out of our hotel a while back and this guy was so kind and amazing -- he helped us get back in, and I jokingly suggested she should suck his dick as a thank you. She looked at me, dead serious and was like 'I'll fucking do it I swear'"

Michael leans in intently, hanging on every word.

"Then hours later she is pulling every trick in the book to get him up to our room. At first he was super professional. But that faded quick. He was weak. She just kept saying she wants to say thank you PROPERLY. Then he kept saying no because he knew I was with her. God, if only he knew. Then eventually she just came out and said, look, my boyfriend is in on it, and this is his thing. So get in here -- and that worked!"

Michael turned towards me: "What was it like?"

"I pulled him in the room. When I got to my knees he wasn't that hard but... I took care of that really quickly"

I giggled and winked at Michael. He just got a hell of a performance in the toilets, afterall.

"On your knees?" Michael asked

"On my knees." I confirmed. Michael nodded in warm agreement.

It wasn't the first time I'd been that slutty, obviously. Even before Owen I had a massive reputation. At university I used to hook up with my housemate who constantly nagged at me to invite his friend over so he could watch. Now, generally speaking I do NOT recommend you bow to someone so obviously desperate but, to be honest with you? I fucking loved it. I loved how desperate he was in that moment. He was so passionately dedicated to me fucking him that he wanted other people to see. It was a huge awakening.

Years later, I saw that boy again, the boy that watched me fuck his friend. And I thought, y'know, he was so polite to sit and watch, I'll fuck him as a thank you. So I had him, too. And it was great. He took a picture of his cumshot all over my tits.

When I met Michael I fucked alot of his friends first. Not all at once or anything like that, gangbangs aren't really my thing, but working my way through a group of guys over a period of a few months? 100% yes. That is my thing. And I had fucked quite a lot of Michaels friends. He admitted to me, privately, over a text, that he found that really hot. And that was that. I had to have him too. It doesn't take much, really, to get me on my knees. Just some kindness and the sense that I'll feel safe with you and I know I'll have a good time.

But in all honesty, my most crowning achievement in sluttery was yet to come. I'd planned to let Owen and Michael fuck me one after the other. Not together at the same time - for some reason, and I have no idea why, that was just something that didn't float my boat. Gangbangs feel awkward to me. However, fucking them one after the other? Well, sign me up.

Later // 22:12pm

Back at our flat now. We're in the kitchen. I'm demonstrating the blow job I gave Owen just 24 hours previously so that Michael can see What happened. He didn't ask for that or anything, I'm just a pro.

I pull Owens cock from between my lips, look over my shoulder, and I say "It was JUST like that"

Michael giggles. "It's okay. I experienced it JUST a few hours ago" he says, just containing his giggling.

Owen politely asks me to bend over a little, just enough for my short skirt to ride up again and show off my holdups to Michael, who excitedly swears under his breath.

"Yeah" Owen says. "She's definitely a slut, isn't she?"

"Yeah, absolutely. Can I touch?"

Owen doesn't say a word. He spreads my cheeks a little, so Michael can see my cunt more. God, I love being a dumb slut. I'm about to love it even more as Owen, as polite as anything, asks if he can "go first", which makes me as wet as a puddle. Owen noticed it too, because when he went to touch my clit to find where to slide his cock, he felt how wet I was.

"Fucking hell, she's so wet. Feel her."

Michael slides his fingers between my clit. It was devine. He steps back to let Owen get to work. It doesn't take much effort for Owen's cock to utterly fill me. I jolt forward with the pressure and my hands splay out on the kitchen island in front of me. I let out a whimper. My eyes meet with Michael.

"Fucking... hell..." I gasp.

My eyes stay locked on with Michael. Owen's thrusts keep jolting me forward against the work surface. My breathing quickens, stuttering with each thrust. His cock filling me more than it ever has. Michael rolls up a fistful of my hair and arches my back.

"Don't look away" He demands. I shall not. I'm a good girl and I'll do as I'm told. But it's not a smart idea because it sends Michael over the edge. He pulls his cock out of his jeans and starts to play with himself. He was incredibly hard. Harder than when I sucked his cock in the toilets.

"Fuck, I really want to get another blowjob" Michael says. My mouth salivates at the prospect. Sucking him off in the toilet wasn't enough, I had to have every inch in my mouth.

"No" Owen says. He's remembering my strict instructions. I'm not especially into group sex usually. I specifically requested this to be one after the other. But this is different. It felt so different. Suddenly, I didn't give a fuck about my silly rule. I wanted them both at the same time.

My hand involuntarily shot out and wrapped around Michaels cock and started to stroke him. He gasps hard, tries to recoil, but my grip around his cock is strong. He isn't getting away from me and I no longer care about taking my time one by one like a good girl. I suddenly felt greedy and I needed it now. Fucking now. My eyes darted back behind me to Owen.

"I want it." I said "Let me have it." Breathlessly, after they both hesitate, I repeat myself "Let. Me. Have it."

And just like that, there's no hesitations. It's funny how little coercion boys need. Now both my mouth and pussy were filled, and I was practically in heaven. I was mumbling over Michael's cock, unable to vocalise my extreme pleasure on account of all the cock sucking I was undertaking, and, now, unable to stop sucking cock because my wonderful boyfriend was fucking me harder ON to Michael.

Owen now breathlessly attempts to ask ask me about the penis in my mouth: "How.... unf..fuck... how does... he feel?" I'm barely able to muster the breath to speak myself but I confirm that, yes, this dick feels fantastic in my mouth. To be honest, it felt differently from this angle than before, when I was on my knees. Michael, however, is a wonderful and reliable boy who dutifully fucks my mouth just the way I like it. I attempt to thank them for making me feel like a total whore in my kitchen but the words just sort of muffle around the girthy edges of Michaels cock.

Funny thing about Owen being the love of my life is that I know his dick well. I could feel how close he was to cumming. I didn't know it at the time but my pitiful attempt to speak with a big dick in my mouth is what sent the poor guy over the edge. So I pulled myself off him and hit my knees right away, a familiar move for us both, especially as I'm a dirty girl that loves mess. He still has a firm grasp of my hair and arches my head back, my jaw tilts open instinctively, and Owens thick ropes shoot straight over my face, with the last pumps landing straight on my tits.

Michael isn't a slouch, either. He's straight into my mouth even though it's dripping with cum. It doesn't bother him one bit. What a fucking pro. He takes my hair in his hand and is pumping his cock into my mouth. I am feral currently. My saliva and cum mixing together, truly soaking Michael's piece as if it was covered in icing.

Owen, who briefly left to clean himself up, emerges again from the other room, this time with my phone. my first thought was, well finally someone is filming this masterpiece! But no, almost disappointingly, it's a phone call.

But wait. It's a good phone call. A very, very good and timely phone call. From the nervous concierge boy from months ago. I completely forgot that his text from earlier was him looking to meet up -- again -- Probably to fuck me. To be honest, the rush of the last 10 minutes has meant I'm definitely not in the state to be talking but, if anyone would appreciate it, it's these lads here, in this room, and on the telephone.

I've started to slow down now as I greet the concierge chap on the phone. I take big mouthfuls of Michaels penis still slick with spit and saliva, while the concierge boy talks. And yep, guess what? He wants to see me again. Like I said before, If I feel safe with you, I'll probably fuck you. So I agree.

"How about.... Mmmfffmmm... this weekend?" I ask, Michael still poking the back of my throat. The words are barely able to escape around the weight of his cock. Concierge boy asks me to repeat myself. "I said... mmffm... this weekend?" He says yes. Michael thrusts his cock in once more, but this time, I can feel him twitching. "yes.... mmffmmmm... yes, that's okay" I say, quickly assuming the position to have my tits painted with cum. Michael pumps away at his cock and I ask concierge boy to pick me up. I'm practically out of breath, each word sort of stumbles out as though I've just ran a race, and Michael's ropes land square on my tits. Concierge boy hangs up.

I peer over at the couch. Owen is absolutely wrecked, but gazing over at the messy whore in front of him with nothing but love. Michael gets a kiss from me as he slinks off to clean himself up. Owen, unbothered by the mess in front of him, throws his arms around me, tells me he loves me, and that I'm a very, very good girl.

Now someone bring me a towel.