Indian Gay sex story — Adventures of a cum slut – 2

Continued from Part 1

Oh true, he was very sexy. What’s more, he did have a libido to die for.

But I’d have been stretching the truth to say that I loved him.

Besides I don’t think he ever really loved me, though we did manage to have quite a lot of mindless sex over the next few days. During which I pretty much swallowed a gallon of the dude’s baby-sap.

But it was lust, not love. To prove it, I walked in on the guy a couple of weeks later to find the mouth of some cute, blond twink attached to the end of his hard shaft.
I’m not exactly sure whether Pritam expected me to be angry, but the coy look on his face certainly suggested that.

What’s more, there was distinct relief when I laughed and told the stranger to continue. Pulling away at my clothes as I did so, before tumbling naked on the bed to join the pair in their antics.

Because, let’s face it, why should I have felt annoyed? After all, it isn’t every day that you get to enjoy the contents of two cum-sacs – and that’s exactly what I was thinking as I sprang into their company that afternoon.

As such, I had a boner the size of a tenpin as I latched onto the new guy’s offering, which itself was certainly not to be overlooked. Seven solid inches of rampant male finery, with a nicely cut head that exposed a shiny, bulbous end. What drew my attention the most, however, was the rich trail of pre-cum that was already trickling from the eye-hole, which I sniffed out like a fox at a hen-coop. Seconds on and I was sliding my tongue over the source of the nectar. Lapping at the salty flow as if my very life depended on it.

My devotion was quickly rewarded. For no sooner had I begun to engulf the freshman’s head, than a thick ooze of pre-cum flowed from that gaping slit and covered my taste-buds. A delicious scent of man-sex, which only made me hungrier for more.

So I began to flick my tongue into the hole directly. Whilst tightly rolling my hand up and down the shaft, so as to force as much broth as possible up his swollen urethra.

In the meantime, Pritam – who was currently being blown by his unnamed visitor – had forced his way towards my own throbbing cock and was now sucking the end for his own source of nectar. Sucking for all our might on each others’ shafts. Whilst filling the air with a magnificent chorus of slurps and groans. The sound of manly satisfaction.

All this gorgeous cock worship was making me feel like one truly horny bitch. My mind consumed with the thought of all the cum that was contained in those tight, fuzzy balls of my friends. All that cum that I could swish around my mouth, before consuming as if it were candy.

Indeed, for the very first time in my life I actually felt like a complete slut. A whore.

Yes, this was my fetish. A dangerous one, perhaps – which in itself made it all the more appealing. But one that I wanted to indulge in. To indulge in completely.

Until every manly orb was dry.

Until there was no more spunk to savour.

Until my every orifice was dripping with white, heavenly lashings.

Until the very stale stench of cum almost made me sick.

I bounded up before them now, breaking the magic circle. Then sat on all fours on the bed, looking for all the world like a guy in need of real hard breeding.

‘Gees, I wanna be fucked!’ I exclaimed, almost like an animal on heat. Thrusting my rump in the air so that my pucker was literally screaming for attention.

‘You that fuckin’ hot?’ Pritam smirked, relishing my request for attention. Which, as I had discovered, he was only too willing to give.

‘Fuck, yeah …’ I groaned. Licking my finger and then reaching back to thrust it into my own crack. ‘I need a cock both ends, man! I need to be spit-roasted like a fucking pig!’

Pritam had never seen me this horny, I’m sure. But it was more than enough to get both him and his pal worked up into quite a frenzy. For indeed before I had chance to realise, my boss had slipped up behind me and worked the end of his aching shaft into my ass. Whilst the blond forced his way to the front of me, thrusting his hips into my face. Giving me over half-a-foot of raw meat to consume.

Which I did with some real pride, I can assure you. Sucking the entire length of ass-filler into my mouth, as Pritam rammed harder and deeper into my guts. Stretching and filling the shit-tube like he just didn’t fucking care.

Which suited me fine. Because all I wanted was their cream. All I required was a mouthful of man-milk to swallow and a butt-load of jizz to dribble down my legs. Just at that precise moment I had two very willing bucks to fulfil the fantasy.

I don’t know whether my slit was a little too tight, my lips too eager, but it wasn’t at all long before both of those frenzied breeders were reaching the point of no return. Their raw excitement becoming too much for their swollen cum-cells, which by now were no doubt pulsing and churning in anticipation.

Indeed, I couldn’t help but relish the prospect at hand and pushing the cock in my mouth even nearer to the back of my throat, I laboured for the first splatter of tasty cum.

All the time Pritam hammered away behind me. Touching parts of my innards that had surely never been touched before and which soon would be smeared with a gross but wonderful coating of gland-juice.

No fucking wonder that I should be boasting a raging hard-on myself. Though my desire for creamy refreshment was so great that I almost barely noticed!

Instead, I continued to gyrate my hips hard into Pritam’s groin, whilst slurping on the thick cock that was knocking against the back of my throat. Because that way I knew I would get the injections of fresh cum that I so desperately craved.

Pritam’s friend started to groan now. Tossing his head in apparent rapture, as his balls began to tighten and restrict. Pushing his delicious broth towards its ultimate goal.

Whilst I gobbled away at his man-rod, lapping at the piss-hole that would (at any given second) reward me for my efforts. Relaxing my throat in anticipation of the deluge.

‘Oh fuck!’ he finally exclaimed, unable to contain his tubes any longer. ‘Fuck man, I’m gonna cum! Gees -‘

That’s it, I thought. Let it all out. Let me take it all in my mouth. Let me swallow every gorgeous drop of your sweet ecstasy! Come on baby, give me your spunk – now!

It was almost as if he could read my thoughts. For within a split second the venomous rupture had begun, with the first heady spurt of jizz rocketing from the head of his cock to the back of my mouth. A moment later and a second bolt emerged. Blasting across the length of my tongue and promptly following the initial squirt down my hungry gullet.

While I continued to lap on his pulsing shaft, knowing that there was plenty more cream where the first two wads had come from. Indeed, the guy was on something of a roll now, as a third, fourth and fifth explosion cascaded in my direction – all of which I gobbled down like a dirty bitch. What’s more, my performance was clearly proving to be too much for Pritam, who by now was also exclaiming his manly intent in no uncertain terms.

So as my mouth continued to receive one engorged load, my rectum took hold of another. With Pritam gasping for breath as he prepared to cream himself.

‘Take my fucking load, you fucking cum-slut!’ he yelled, banging my rump so hard that his balls smacked against my own like a Newton’s Cradle.

‘And swallow that fucking load in your mouth!’ he continued desperately, whilst gripping my ass with such force that his fingernails almost tore into my flesh. An act that, if anything, simply encouraged me in my obsession for hot cum all the more.

Indeed, I needed Pritam’s ball-snot like never before now and could think of nothing other than the prospect of it filling my bowels with its unrivalled goodness. For I had pretty much taken everything that his friend had had to offer by this point and had done as Pritam had instructed by consuming every sticky drop offered. But my butt was still decidedly empty in comparison – a situation that I guess was not destined to continue for very much longer!

To prove my point, Pritam duly obliged. Grunting his brutal satisfaction, as his man-glands finally yielded their rich, fertile contents. Filling me up like I was a cheap whore.

Mind, let’s face it. That was pretty much an accurate description of me by now.

Indeed, what happened next was fairly fitting to the way others viewed my character. As Pritam flipped me over onto my back, then parted my legs and pushed them into the air, so that he and his pal could use their fingers to scoop as much cum as possible out of my frothy slit.

‘Open wide then, cum pig!’ Pritam grinned, with a handful of his baby-splat to share.

‘Yeah,’ the blond encouraged, with an equal measure of brew, ‘suck it all down!’

Which is exactly what I did. Throwing my tongue right out so as to take every last drip of Pritam’s fizz. Before gulping it into my belly with a very contented smile on my lips.

‘That real tasty …?’ Pritam finally teased, as I lay sucking their fingers.

I nodded my approval. ‘Yeah …’ I groaned. Feeling full, yet yearning for more.

‘You really are one sick dude!’ he then laughed. ‘You know that?’

‘Of course!’ I agreed, before admitting that I could never get enough of the stuff.

Pritam’s gave a devilish smile. ‘That so?’ he acknowledged, glancing across to his friend. His mind clearly whirring into overdrive, but choosing to say nothing more.

Indeed, several weeks passed after that particular evening without any indication of what Pritam might be planning. During which time I was pretty much a loose-cannon on the scene. Meeting up one night with one guy and sucking him dry, then another the next. Fuck knows how much sperm I savoured, but one thing was for sure – I couldn’t get enough of the magical nectar! For my appetite was insatiable, as I was shortly to demonstrate.

Be it sweet spunk or salty spunk. Thick, gloopy spunk or runny, watery spunk. It didn’t matter to me. So long as it came squirting out of hard, throbbing cocks and filled either my belly or my bowels, I didn’t really care.

Which is perhaps just as well, given what was to happen.

For unbeknown to me, Pritam was organising a lock-in at the bar with a difference. A rampant, no-holds-barred orgy that would involve in excess of fifty very horny guys and which would not only bring my ultimate fantasy to life, but also confirm my status as a number one cum-slut.

It began innocuously enough. With an apparently innocent cell-call from my boss, asking me to come over to his flat above the bar. True, it was late. But there was nothing to directly raise my suspicions and it was only when I arrived and was escorted by Pritam into the crowded bar of half-naked studs that I first began to wonder what was planned.

‘We’ve been having a bit of a collection for you over the last few days,’ Pritam finally explained. ‘Something I think a guy like you is really going to appreciate …’

With that I was presented with a pint glass. Filled not with beer, as one might expect. But almost to the brim with spunk.

I didn’t need to be told what to do. I mean let’s face it man, I’d lived for this moment ever since I could ever remember and there was no way that I was gonna let the side down now by asking for instructions.

As such, I grabbed hold of the glass and sniffed the heady brew. Then lifted it to my lips and started to drink. Gulping the briny goodness down, whilst the guys around me began to cheer their wild appreciation.

‘Go, boy, go!’ they yelled emphatically. Whilst I carried on, never stopping for breath. An achievement that appeared only to encourage the crowd all the more.

Finally, I supped the dregs and raised the glass in victory. Wiping my spunky lips as I did so. Pritam later informed me that it had taken over one hundred shots to fill that glass, donated over a week by his customers and kept in his freezer until that evening – but right then statistics hardly mattered. Because now my boss had taken me by the hand and led me through the mass of guys to the next stage of our entertainment: a leather sling, which (having stripped me of my clothes) I was promptly chained into.

I was completely at the mercy of all those guys now, with my legs strapped high and parted and my tender pucker fully exposed for all to see. But there was no denying that it was a dream come true. Noting that several of the dudes were already slipping out of their clothes and that one guy had even brought a camcorder to capture the occasion, I sank back into the harness so as to enjoy the full extent of the ride.

A thick, hard cock fell into my face. Whilst a drop of lube greased my man-cunt. Before I knew it, I was being buggered in all directions. With a shaft pumping my mouth, another pummelling me up the rear and a bevy of cocks for me to hold in each hand. What’s more, the guys quickly began to change places, so that my ass found itself accommodating a succession of hard weapons. Some big, some not so big. Some cut, some uncut. But all more than capable of producing the one substance that I loved so very much and which had brought me to this moment.

Needless to say, it wasn’t long before that heavenly essence began to show itself once again. With several of the guys shooting up my once-tight hole and making it sloppy and oh-so-very-tempting in the process.

As such, few of the guys there seemed able to thrust their hips more than a dozen times before blowing. Whilst those around my head jerked themselves off into my mouth, matting my eyes and much of my hair in the creamy stench in the process.

All the time, such perversion was accompanied by gasping and grunting. Whilst the camera played nonchalantly away, recording load after generous load of liquid ecstasy.

Fuck knows how much jizz I took that night. But by the time the mob was spent, cum was dripping from my every orifice and my stomach was filled to bursting with a thick layer of man-seed. Whatever the exact volume, it was surely some kind of record!

Little wonder that I should have such a broad smile on my handsome face. Or that Pritam should declare me as the cum-king of Mumbai and that my ‘act’ would be a regular feature of his bar in future.

So it has proved. Which is just as well, given that my craving for spunk remains as passionate and intense as ever.

What’s more, my all-too-frequent protein injections appear to have boasted Pritam’s profits several-fold. Testimony, it would appear, to my unquestionable taste for lashings of that most intimate of male secretions.

So if you’re ever in Mumbai, call in at Pritam’s bar. You’re sure of a warm welcome, especially if you come with stuffed balls and a willingness to deposit your load of hot cum.

After all, I’m never happier than when I’m full and satisfied. Brimming with the cherished nectar, with the taste still fresh on my tongue.

For I am nothing less than a walking, talking sperm-bank. Guaranteed to suck every life-giving tadpole from your sweaty crotch, before swallowing with a happy gulp.

Not bad for a one-time virgin.

Yeah, guys. I hope to see you all real soon …

 

The END.