So, I got pumped into submission yesterday. I'm more than ok..

So, I got pumped into submission yesterday. I'm more than okay with that. I love knowing a man's cock can turn me into cum putty. It's the natural order of things if you ask me. I have no problems with that. Why would I? I came so hard yesterday that I couldn't remember my own name. No complaints whatsoever about that. I just wish I could do it again right now. I have the pictures of me with my mouth hanging open and Bob's sperm drooling out pulled up on my computer. I'm not going to lie. Seeing myself entirely conquered by cock turns my pussy into a sloppy swamp. I can't believe I just laid my head on the bed and let him ram his cock down my throat like a sex toy until it pumped its cum into my stomach. I can't believe I want his dick to turn me back into a cock socket again right now. I have been thinking about how he used me so thoroughly. Truthfully, it's all I can think about. I was making breakfast, and all I could picture was Bob holding the back of my head and laughing as he pumped my face with his cock. When he was done, and cum poured out of my mouth, I had an orgasm. He didn't touch me. I didn't touch myself. It was completely involuntary. I felt it start, and there was nothing I could do. I couldn't move. I could only feel the orgasm wash over my body and groan. When I finally lifted my head up, Bob's sperm poured out of my mouth. I would have gladly eaten it, but I didn't know it had pooled in my mouth. I swallowed what was left of it. Bob left me on my bed covered in his jizz inside and out. He didn't even say goodbye.

Scott came home, and I still hadn't cleaned up. I had mostly dried sperm on my lips and chin. There was still pooled cum on the bed, and strings of jizz still leaking down my legs that were getting on my recliner. I didn't tell him Bob was coming over. That was my way of letting him know Bob had been there. Scott asked me for details, but I didn't feel like dealing with him, so I told him to leave me alone for a while. I needed to get myself back together. Eventually, I did. For the most part. Sex that good is like heroin. You can't stop chasing the ultimate high. In my case, that high would be the ultimate orgasm. Scott wanted details and asked several times. I finally told him this morning. He wanted me to give him a handjob, and I said no. I told him my body that once belonged to him now belongs to someone else. The new owner is Bob. I'm serious about this. He knows this now. I let him jerk one out while I told him how Bob used me. He came on my shin, and it dripped onto the bed. I didn't like that. I thought he knew he was to cum in his hand. But he did as he was told, eating his sperm off the bed and my shin. Then I sent him to his room and rubbed one out, thinking about the power Bob has over the both of us.