Messages in quotes copied and very lightly editorialized from a reddit chat with him ending only 3 hours before this is posted. The rest is my raw thoughts and reactions as I remembered them.

"...You're such a cum slut all I have to do is mention it." Daddy sends. His words hitting me like a beautiful cock slap.

"What can I say, I guess I'm easy..." I quip, loving the casual entendre. Eager to debase myself for him.

"Tell me everything you like about cum." Daddy orders. After a night of talking about body marking, throat fucking, facials, breeding, and even a potential bukkake, my mind is reeling. I grin at my screen, knowing that after hours of sexual messaging I am in the perfect frame of mind for such a task.

"Yes sir, Daddy!" I eagerly reply, hoping he's stroking his cock as I begin to organize my thoughts. I quickly decide that the physical descriptions should be first.

"The texture hits just right for me. I'm sensitive to textures and it fuxking works!" I clumsily blurt, with memories of the videos of him stroking and cumming I'd earned earlier in the night dancing in my mind's eye.

I can't help myself and take a moment to go watch him cum again, imagining it on or in me. What a whore, envious of a paper towel.

"The taste is so good. Like... Everyone is different, but there's the same underlying taste structure in every load," I continue, almost cum drunk from the mere thought of taking his load. I swallow to clear my watering mouth. "The musky scent that pervades and clings," I add within seconds, finally hitting my flow and grooving on the assignment.

"It's so beautifully gross. Like a sexy train wreck, I can't help but be fascinated by it," I posit. At this point I'm nearly dropping all sexy pretext and focusing on being honest with Daddy.

"But," I send. That single word, in a message all its own, intended to mark an end of the physical descriptions of my cumslut addiction, "The biggest thing I like about cum isn't directly related it at all," clumsily skipping a word in my earnest haste.

"It's the act of receiving it," my breath hitches and quickens in my breast, "The submission in taking it, however it is given, is thrilling!" I absent mindedly begin chewing my bottom lip.

"Putting effort into providing pleasure..." Memories of the first load Daddy gave me flooded my mind like a slideshow; sucking him skillfully until an extremely large amount of cum paints my face. Six, then seven heavy ropes crossing my face. An orgasm he'd saved for two weeks just for me. My second ever facial, Olympian in volume, "And being rewarded with a tangible representation of having worked that pleasure out of a penis!" I sigh, admiring Daddy all over for self control I don't think I could ever half match.

"I love the feel of it splashing on me; hot at first, like liquid fire!" Still thinking of him hosing me down like the whoreslut I am.

"The sounds of the previous owner as they produce a substance from within their own body!" Remembering riding him, his wonderfully surprising cockhead entering me. "A gift so powerful that it is half of the recipe to begin a life!" Clearly picturing him cumming as I continue rocking my hips on him.

"Common," I type, "Worth no money," Rhythmically clenching and relaxing my asshole subconsciously, "But infinitely more valuable for it!"

"The power inherent in one who can summon such a gift from another..." I end, leaving it open ended, like me. Feeling in equal measures submissive and empowered; not in spite of each other, but strangely because of each other.

I snap a quick picture biting my lip and send it to him. Desperately wishing my lips were around Daddy's cock. Doing everything in my power to make my body and mind available for his pleasure and readily finding my own by surrendering my entire self to him.

For my favorite fluid. For Daddy.