Never Jerking Off & Wasting Cum – Thanks To My Mouth Being On-Call Whenever Needed

[sluttyjimmy]

Preface:

It is so fucking hot knowing a guy has not jerked off or wasted cum for multiple years due to my mouth totally taking care of his cock’s needs when no other mouth or ass is available to make him cum.  Below each "chapter" represents a summary of the cocks for whom my mouth’s purpose was to make them cum and to give their spunk a new place to call home, never wasting a single drop.  Each of these cocks kept my mouth and tummy well-fed and my mouth kept their cocks happy for years in return.

When I look at cookbooks, I really appreciate when photos are included so I have a better sense of the meals I will enjoy eating.  Under that premise, I will include a photo of each cock that fed me, so you can better appreciate and visualize the meals my mouth has frequently enjoyed.

All of the cocks detailed below used my mouth for a minimum of two years, and some cocks used my mouth during overlapping periods of time.  As a result, it seemed like my mouth was always full of cock and cum!

My mouth was on-call 24-7 whenever needed, no exceptions or excuses.  This included having last-minute “work meetings” out of the office of my job that pays the bills, with little or no advance notice.  It also meant being on-call on evenings and weekends, with “work emergencies” that frequently took me away from home and my unsuspecting boyfriends.  Whenever I met a new man in my dating life, I explained my paying job to him, warning my work schedule was often demanding, unpredictable, and a way of life for me that he needed to accept if we were to move forward.  My boyfriends knew from day one what to expect and never questioned it.  Meanwhile, my mouth took care of numerous cocks around town anytime they needed or wanted, without question or hesitation.

 

Chapter 1 - Fernando's “Pussy Mouth” For Two Years:

Fernando fucked my "pussy mouth" as he called it, many mornings on my way to work.  Fernando had me turned upside down on his couch, me still fully dressed in my work attire:   Dress socks and shoes, slacks, a button down shirt, and a necktie.  In this position, my back and my head were against the back of his couch.  The top of my head meanwhile, rested on top of the seat cushion.  My legs were always up in the air toward the ceiling and spread wide, and Fernando pushed his pajama bottoms down to his ankles and straddled me so his knees were on either side of my head.  Fernando's thighs were pressed firmly against my ears, clamping my head like a vice, so I could not really hear anything, nor move my head in any way.  Fernando firmly gripped the back of the couch for leverage while his cock furiously throat fucked me continuously from the moment his cock first entered my throat with one swift push forward, until a few moments after he came and his breathing returned to normal.

Fernando required I keep track of how many servings of what he called his "Latino leche caliente" that he fed me for breakfast, which totaled 175 milky breakfasts the first year and 221 during year two.  Fernando’s cock faithfully fed my throat 4-5 times a week until that fateful day when his brother walked in on one of our special breakfasts unannounced, using a key Fernando had given him to water the plants when Fernando was out-of-town.

From what I could make out from the chaotic scene once Fernando’s knees released my head for his vice grip:  Being startled by his brother’s unexpected arrival triggered Fernando to shoot his hot leche down my throat, with his brother witnessing Fernando’s premature climax.  The front door to his apartment was still left obliviously wide open and his shocked brother moved closer and screamed at Fernando in Spanish for all his neighbors to hear.  I, meanwhile, scrambled to quickly upright myself, leave, and close the front door as Fernando’s brother continued his verbal assault.

Unfortunately, Fernando never reached out to me again after that morning, and he did not respond to any of my texts and emails...I often wondered what happened after my mouth left his apartment that day...