Cum From My Lover

I love being filled up with my lover’s hot cum. When he plants his seed deep inside of me, it's like having a part of him still up in me, coating the inside of my uterus for days. Fortunately, he produces multiple, very large loads of semen, all for me.

I love the feeling when it starts running out of me, down between my ass cheeks or down my legs. It’s a tangible reminder of the pleasures we shared.

My lover and I plan to go into a bar, me wearing a short skirt. As he retreats and watches from a corner of the bar, I walk up to the bar next to a guy, with my lover’s cum running down the inside of my thighs. I sit on a barstool next to him, sans panties, my legs wide open, and then flirt with the guy and chat him up. Then, as soon as he starts to think he’s going to get lucky, I use my fingers to collect some of the stream of cum onto my fingers. With my lover watching, I look the guy right in the eye while I lick the cum off my fingers and say to him: “Oh, I guess I need another fill up!†and then leave the bar with my lover to be re-inseminated. I look back over my shoulder at the guy, and I see his face flushed with arousal, and his cock visibly tenting his pants. I smile a wicked smile at the guy, and he knows what is going to happen.

Last week, I was sitting on the bed with my knees up, wearing only my panties and bra. My lover was fixing us a drink, something new. He’s wearing only his boxers, but I can see his cock is swollen and filling the front of his boxers in anticipation of what’s going to happen. He walks over to me, handing me the drink and says: “Santeâ€. I taste it, it’s spicy, with a warm flavor that seems like whisky, but not quite the same. I ask him: “What is this?†and he says: “It’s Jameson Black Barrel and ginger beer.†He tells me about drinking it during his recent trip to Ireland and settles down on the bed next to me. I take another drink, and he pulls me close to him, warm, passionate, and we kiss. His hands wander over my porcelain skin, along my back, my thighs and my bottom, and I reach down and squeeze his now fully erect cock. The tip is peeking over the top of his boxers, and a pearl of pre-cum is oozing from the tip. I like seeing it, that glistening reminder of his desire for me, and the promise of all of his issue that he is going to deposit in me this day. I gather the drop on my finger and rub it on his lips, and we kiss, our tongues dancing between our mouths.

I feel his hands gently squeezing my breasts, and I feel my nipples growing more sensitive and erect. The foreplay is slow and hot, and I feel his hands reach around to remove my bra. I grab his wrists and stop kissing him, sliding my mouth past his, until our cheeks are touching, and whisper: “Let me undress for you.†He doesn’t know exactly what I have in mind, but he’s clearly intrigued.

I stand up on the bed over him, my legs on both sides of him and look down. His cock is now so hard that it’s noticeably protruding over the waistband of his boxers, swollen, bright red and the head is shiny with pre-cum.

My hips gently swaying as I stand over him, I slowly remove my bra, gradually exposing my nipples and breasts to him, and I rub them as he watches, pinch the nipples, and I hear him breathe out slowly. I discard the bra onto the floor, and slowly settle down on his chest, my panty clad pussy facing him. I’m acutely conscious of how wet I am, and I imagine that my arousal is showing through my sheer panties.

I slide down to his thighs and slowly pull his twitching cock out of his boxers and rub it against the fabric of my panties. I toss his boxers to the floor, next to my bra. His pre-cum smears across the fabric, and I hear him make a sharp intake of breath as I massage his cock against me, separated by a thin bit of fabric.

I lean over and press my body against him, my breasts and erect nipples pressed against his chest and we kiss. He wraps his arms around me tightly, both our bodies radiant with sexual heat, and I know his hunger for me is intense. I grip his cock between my thighs, and as we kiss, I slowly slide my thighs up and down the shaft. The tease is intense for him, and I know it’s only a matter of time before he surrenders to his lust and overpowers me, rips off my panties and takes me. I whisper in his ear again, after biting his earlobe, saying: “Wait!â€. He laughs, and I feel his grip on my body relax ever so slightly.

I stand up again, over him, and with my hips once again swaying, I start to inch my damp panties down my thighs. He watches me intently, and the raw sexual hunger in his stare excites me.

There’s something so exciting and powerful in knowing that your lover wants you, aches for you, lusts for you, but allows you to set the pace for our sex.

I take my panties off, one foot at a time, and toss them to the floor to join the pile of discarded clothing. I again settle down on his thighs, and inch up to his cock, until my smooth pussy lips are wrapped around the shaft of his cock without inserting. I slowly slide up and down on the shaft, leaving a trail of shiny wetness along the shaft, accompanied by a slick, wet sound as his erection slides along my pussy lips. His face is flushed, and I know that he’s using all of his discipline to allow me to play. I press my mouth to his nipples, and suck them, then gently nip them with my teeth, and with that, I feel him shiver. That excites me, knowing that my lover, who could easily take me in a heartbeat, is allowing me to tease him sexually and set the pace of our mating. I know that sexual heat and adrenaline are coursing through his body, and every male instinct in him is screaming to take me, fuck me, ravage me.

It’s a turn on to make him feel this way, but I’m doing this for a selfish reason too. I want his erection slippery for when I take him inside, and I want him to erupt in me with a massive load of his cum. I paint his chest with my mouth and tongue, biting, licking, kissing, and then, I lift my hips up and, taking his now dripping wet shaft in my hand, I slowly insert the head of his cock between my pussy lips. I lift my hips up and down, slowly allowing only the head of his cock to slide between my pussy lips. I know that the sensations he is feeling are incredibly intense, and the sensation of his heated cock between my swollen pussy lips is driving me crazy as well.

I look deep in his eyes, place my hands on his chest, and, slowly, ever so slowly, inch by inch, I impale myself down on his erection. I have to fight own powerful urge to just quickly immerse him in me and start furiously riding him, but, knowing how good it’s going to be when we both surrender to our animal lust, I resist.

Before long I have pulled the entirety of his long cock inside me. I can feel my smooth pussy lips pressed against the smooth base of his cock, and his balls, swollen with cum, are pressed up against my round ass cheeks. I realise my eyes are closed, my head is thrown back, my hair trailing along my back, and I lower my head and open my eyes to see him watching me with narrowed eyes. His hands are on my hips, and I murmur to him: “Do you want to cum?â€

He laughs and says: “Of course I want to cum. Every time I have my cock inside of you I want to cum!â€

I smile, knowing that this orgasm will just be the first of many that day, and say: “What should I do?â€

He says, with scarcely contained urgency: “Fuck me and make me cum!â€

With that, I surrender to my urges, and I ride him furiously, my hair flying, my shoulders heaving back and forth, and I shout: “Don’t hold back, give me that cum!â€

Suddenly, I feel his strong hands on my hips, and he pulls my hips hard such that I feel the head of his cock slam against my cervix, and he shudders with his orgasm. His body arches and strains against me, and I feel that welcome throb of his cock filling me with cum. We orgasm together, and I scream with pleasure at our shared moment.

I fall down on the bed next to him, and I grab my drink and offer it to my lover, my master, my mate, like a gift. He sips, and tells me to take a drink.

We lay on the bed, panting, and I am acutely aware that the bed beneath me is soaked from our sex, a large pool of his cum and my own arousal on the bed. He sits up, his cock still erect, but now bright red from the friction of our sex, and he strokes it as I watch. He looks between my legs and says with evident approval: “There’s a huge stream of cum coming out of you.†I say: “Oh, really?â€, and in one motion he gathers up the thick rivulet of cum, takes a taste and coats his cock with the remainder. He then strokes his erection, and with lust contorting his face, he pins my arms to the bed and mounts me, thrusting his cock deep inside, his pelvic bone grinding on my incredibly sensitive clitoris. Before I know it, he has covered me with his body, and I instinctively wrap my legs around him, and grab his firm ass. I feel it rising and falling as he fucks me with wild abandon, the room full of the slapping sounds of our bodies mating. He raises up, throws his head back to the ceiling and I feel him erupt in me again.

Hours and multiple shared orgasms later, we leave our room and head to the lobby. I am again wearing my panties, but now they are saturated with his cum. As we walk through the lobby, I can feel rivulets of semen oozing from under my panties, and in the middle of the lobby I take his hand and guide it under my short skirt to feel his issue from me. He laughs, and says: “Should we go the bar and see what happens?â€