My bf, let’s call him Sean, already knew I was spending the night with another playmate, let’s call him Craig. It was also a given that he would be super turned on the next time he saw me. And although we hadn’t discussed it directly, I had a pretty strong suspicion that he would love to see His slut getting used by someone else.

Though we’d hung out socially a couple times, it had been a couple months since I’d last slept with Craig. In fact, it had been the day after my first date with my bf. That time, we’d both been having a tough time with different things in our lives, me with a shitty recent breakup and health problems, Craig with financial turmoil and some relationship blues. What I had maybe expected to be simple Hot Fun Sex that time turned into seriously cathartic fucking, with me begging in the end for his load inside me and both of us surprised and exhausted afterwards at the sheer intensity of it all.

The night this story begins, me and Craig enjoyed a relaxing evening at Lake Nokomis and then dinner at my place. I even whipped up some microwaved mug cakes for ice cream sundaes. It was his first time at my house. I gave him the tour of the garden and my camper, he marveled at the overstocked (read: cluttered) pantry. Finally as we put our dessert mugs in the sink and started to make out in the kitchen, he whispered in my ear “it’s been hard not touching you until now.” He washed the dishes while I put clean sheets on the bed. I liked that there was no rush to get naked, even if I knew we were both looking forward to it.

In my room, we stripped down with little formality. It’s not that I had forgotten how sexy he was, but seeing his body again after those couple months was already making me wet. As I’d expected, he wanted to lick my pussy as soon as possible. This guy loves using his tongue with devotion, moaning in enjoyment as he licks, sucks, and nibbles. So I laid back and happily let him worship my pussy. Few things drive me as wild as very gentle, persistent licks on my clit, so he knew how to tease me until I was pulling his hair and grinding into his face for rougher contact. He sucked my hard clit as I gasped and gripped at the sheets. I knew I was about to cum... my whimpering became a high pitched moan as I squirted in his mouth, which only encouraged him to continue. He lapped hungrily at me as I kept squirting, riding the wave of multiples for as long as he would keep going. After a good stretch of this, he brought his wet face back up to mine and kissed me hard. How I love tasting my pussy all over someone else’s face. I was already sort of tired from so many orgasms, yet my pussy ached for his thick cock to stretch it.

He grabbed a condom, telling me how much he loves this new brand he started using (hey Lelo, how about a ProSlut sponsorship?!). He slipped it on quickly and then slipped his cock inside me almost as fast. There’s something about feeling the weight of a man on top of me in missionary that I can never get enough of... I love it whether I’m fucked in long, slow strokes, or hammered in a frenzy with my knees pressed back against my chest. He let me have it both ways while I panted and whispered Yes, please, please give it to me. I’d been looking forward to his cock all week, and I was not disappointed.

At a certain point I mused that we should send some pics to my bf. He said definitely, but then I wondered out loud whether my bf would in fact be happy to receive them. I thought so? He knew I was getting fucked tonight, and he was excited by it (and for me). Craig made a good point, we should just go ahead and take the pics then and I could ask later about whether to send them. So I gave him my phone and he started snapping shots freely. Blurred action shots of my head and torso, bracing one arm against the headboard, my face turned to the side and my mouth open. Me with one hand pulling my thigh up and the other arm folded behind my head, a giant grin on my face, just a glimpse of his cock deep in me, barely in frame. He flipped me over on all fours. Shots of him spreading my ass apart. His cock resting in my crack. His fingers inside me. His cock buried to the hilt, only the black cock ring visible. And of course the final photos: me laying again on my back, his hard cock hovering over me, having just painted me with a thick load all over my chest and stomach. I’m smiling, open mouthed and ecstatic. He gave me exactly what I asked for.

Awhile later in relax mode, I reached for my phone and reviewed the captures. I texted my bf: “Hey sooooooo... want slutty photos?” the response, not 10 seconds later “yes, v much :)”. “Hold on,” I said, “we haven’t picked the best ones yet.” He said he could wait for quality. Moments later, I sent off a few. “OMG incredible... you are so sexy” he responded. And then shortly after I sent a few more, “Taking and sending me these pictures is both unexpected and incredibly appreciated. i feel crazy amounts of love and lust for you, and i’m so glad you had a fun night! the expressions on your face in these pics make me so happy :)”. I was over the moon. We texted each other some more lovey goodnights, and then I curled up with Craig to drift off to sleep. In the morning I checked my phone to find a video my bf sent at 2am: he had tributed one of my ass pics from the night before. I couldn’t wait to see him.

Around mid day I went to my bf’s house for a lunch date. In no time I was on my knees in the kitchen sucking his cock. I started rubbing him over my chest, and he pressed hard into me. I smiled and pushed my tits tightly together. He grabbed my shoulders and started to fuck them, slicked by my spit. This is something I actually love, but have not done much of... in that kneeling position it was actually killing my back, but I was determined to be His good slut and take it. I stared up and gazed in his eyes as he fucked me ever harder and faster. I could tell he was getting close, and I pushed my tits together for him so hard they ached. With a grunt he shot a warm stream of cum over my chest and neck, not slowing for several more seconds. When finally he stopped thrusting, I let go of my tits and gently stroked his slippery cock with one hand. I told him he should take some photos. He pulled out his phone and took a series of Live photos, looking down at me still on my knees. My whole chest is glazed with cum, his left hand is caressing my face. When you watch the mini videos, I’m deliriously Love Drunk... in most I am kissing and nibbling his hand at my cheek; in one at an awkward angle he is bending over to kiss me, his glasses and temple in just the corner of the image. In the last, perhaps accidental, shot, we see a close up of me smearing his cum all over my chest with his still hard cock.

Naturally, I soon sent a few of these pics to Craig. “This is Sean’s way of thanking you for making those photos possible” I wrote. Craig replied “you look beautiful covered in cum. I mean that in the very best way!”

Needless to say (and as my post history reflects), this was not to be the last time I sent my bf pictures of me covered in cum, pleased as can be.