Diary Of A Cum-Slut (1)

Cumslut.

That’s who I am.

I’ve been called plenty of things: slut, whore, fucktoy, pornstar, cocksucker, and gangbang queen.

But cumslut sticks to me like sweat after a hard fuck. It isn’t an insult. It’s a crown. You don’t get it by accident. You have to earn it, and I’ve mastered every skill it takes to be a true slut. 

At twenty-five, I know exactly what it means. I’m the woman men ache for when their wives fall asleep. I’m the body they crave when restraint shatters.

When a man—or two, or three—calls me cumslut while he empties himself inside my pussy, he means two things:

ONE. He knows I exist for his pleasure. He can use my throat, my pussy, my ass, and I’ll take it all. He thinks he can fuck me when, where, and how he wants. My body stops being mine. It becomes his playground.

I’m the canvas he stains, and his cum is the paint he uses to ruin me. His orgasm isn’t just an ending. It’s my job and his cum is the proof I’ve done it right.

TWO. I’m not just another fuck. My pussy, my mouth, my ass, and my tits aren’t just good. They’re unforgettable. And they're worth worship.

If you’re still reading this, then I have your attention.

My name is Lena Carter.

I’m twenty-five years old and married to a man I love with every fiber of my being. I adore everything about him. I love his sweet disposition, the way he cares for me, the way his thick cock pounds me for hours.

But even from the start, Jordan knew I’d need more than just one cock. I was a slut who needed to fuck multiple cocks to be truly satisfied. So, it wasn’t hard to get him to agree to share me.

The first time he did, I let him join. It was with me and my best friend, my college roommate. But to really know me, you’d have to go back to that first year of college.

So, that’s where we’ll begin.

My first few months of college went pretty well. I met a guy. I partied a lot. I gained a bit of weight. And honestly? I felt my most confident. I was a thick, white girl with big tits and a fat ass. Damn, I was sexy. That’s a key part of being a good cumslut, you’ve got to be sexy, and you’ve got to own it.

At that time, I had long, silky brunette hair that fell to my mid-back. My big blue eyes often peeked out from behind glasses, more for the look than any real need. I had pale skin, and was lightly freckled across my face. My natural 36DDD breasts hung slightly, bouncing every time I skipped the bra, which was often. My waist complemented my hips, and my ass was nothing short of a showstopper. 

That’s when I met Jordan.

Back then, my ex-boyfriend, Tyler Brooks, lived in the same dorm with Jordan and they were total opposites.

Tyler was aggressive, while Jordan, sweet as he was, had an obvious thing for me. I’d tease him, too, screaming loud enough for the whole floor to hear when Tyler would fuck me. Sometimes, I’d even encourage Tyler to show his dorm buddies pictures of me covered in cum. Naturally, Jordan saw those.

When Tyler and I broke up, I wanted to make him regret it. My mission? To remind him of what he’d lost.

A few weeks after the breakup, there was a big football game. Naturally, the campus was buzzing with parties. After I asked a few of his friends, I figured out which party Tyler and his buddies would attend.

I picked my sluttiest outfit: a low-cut crop top that bared my soft, pale stomach and my luscious breasts, paired with low-rise denim shorts that highlighted my thick thighs and plump ass. Then, I wore a knee-high black boots to seal the look. I wanted attention and I was ready for all of it.

Finding Tyler didn’t take long. He was talking to a tall, skinny blonde at the corner. 

“Hey, Marcus,” I said, sidling up to one of his friends. “Who’s that girl?”

Marcus King, a tall, muscular Black man in his early twenties, glanced over. “Oh, talking to your boo? That’s Madison Green. She’s a Tri-Delt.”

“Hmmm. Skinny little thing, isn’t she?” I asked, cocking an eyebrow.

Marcus chuckled. “Yeah, not my type. I prefer a woman with a little more meat on her bones.”

I smirked. “I know that’s right.” With a playful wink, I added, “Come find me later?”

As I walked toward Tyler and Madison, I felt the party’s energy shift. Most eyes followed me. My hips swayed, and my tits bounced slightly with each step. Tyler looked flustered.

Ignoring him, I sauntered past and headed straight for his friends at the beer pong table.

“Howdy, boys,” I said, stealing the ping-pong ball. I held it out of their reach with a teasing grin.

“Lena, good to see you,” Darius Cole said, flashing his perfect smile. He was a senior majoring in engineering, and his dark skin gleamed under the party lights.

“Likewise, Darius. Room for one more?”

“We’re almost done,” Kaptain Price replied, his muscular frame tensing under my gaze. “You can get in the next game if you want.”

“I’ll be waiting here.” I smirked, setting the ball on my cleavage and pushing it forward. Kaptain grabbed it, his hand lingering against my skin just long enough to send a shiver down my spine.

While the guys finished their game, I played one of my own, swaying my hips and throwing my ass back to the music. Occasionally, I glanced at Tyler. Though he was still talking to Madison, I had his full attention.

By the time their game ended, I was feeling drunk.

“Why don’t we make this more fun?” I suggested, grabbing the ball and twirling it in my fingers.

“What do you have in mind?” Kaptain asked, glancing at Darius and the others.

“Strip pong,” I said with a smirk. “Make a shot, and the other team takes something off.”

“You got a partner?” Darius asked.

“Find one for me.”

The guys found a partner for me. It was a Latina named Vanessa Lopez. Her athletic frame and big boobs made her a worthy teammate. After explaining the rules, she seemed just as eager as I was.

“You first,” Darius said, gesturing to Vanessa.

Without hesitation, she shot the ball and sank it.

Kaptain groaned as he pulled off his shirt, revealing his muscular chest and broad shoulders. My eyes drank in every detail, my lips curving into a wicked smile.

My shot was a miss, and both guys sank their shots effortlessly.

I looked at Vanessa and grinned. “Guess we’re up, babe.”I.was super excited to strip in front of all these people, especially as it gave me a chance to show my stupid ex-boyfriend what he had lost. 

Vanessa blushed as she pulled off her top, revealing her full, tan breasts.

“Damn, mama,” I teased with a giggle. She laughed nervously before reaching to help me out of my crop top.

Playfully, I shook my bra-clad breasts for the small crowd that had gathered. Every head turned, and I knew I had them all hooked.

They shot again and both missed. The more shots that went in, the more eyes turned to us.

Soon, our skirts, heels and pants went off. Both Vanessa and I were standing in front of the crowd, wearing just our panties and bras.

Kaptain and Darius were in their underwear. It seemed much of the party made their way to the room where we stood, Kaptain made his shot. I looked back and saw Tyler’s eyes on me.

I shrugged, smirked, and slowly removed my bra, exposing my soft white breasts to the party.

My pink nipples were hard; I pinched them slightly, toying with my breasts, pulling them up, and then dropping them. The crowd cheered for me.

I smiled at Vanessa, who I noticed was eyeing me. I leaned closer and kissed her softly.

"I wish I could fuck you right here. Look how fast you got everyone's attention." She murmured against my lips. 

"Easy, Baby girl." I said with a chuckle. 

I felt her hands caress my breasts gently, and then I saw the blinding flash of cameras.

When I pulled away, I looked back at Kaptain and Darius, who stood watching us in silence. I could see their hard cocks pressed against the fabric of their underwear.

My pussy throbbed as I bit my lower lip, trying to fight my arousal.

This was getting intense!