Creampie Sex Stories from The Pie Hole Diner

Creampie sex stories

 

The afternoon crowd is wild. I’ve got three guys in the back booth—a real feast. I’m not just the waitress today; I’m the main course.

I start with the first one, dropping to my knees. I take his cock deep, my throat stretching to accommodate him, swirling my tongue around the head until he’s shaking. I love the taste of them—pre-cum like a salty appetizer before the main event.

Once he’s primed, I move to the second. I slide onto him, my sweet hole soaking wet, riding him with a frantic energy. I can feel the other two watching, their hard-ons twitching. I’m a whirlwind of skin and sweat, my tits swinging as I bounce on his lap.

When he hits his limit, he fills me up. A heavy, rich cream-filling that coats my insides, warm and viscous. I don’t even let it settle before I slide off and move to the third guy.

I’m already dripping with the first guy’s load, but there’s always room for seconds. I lay back across the booth, legs spread wide, inviting the third one in. He dives in, his cock sliding through the existing cream, mixing the loads into a frothy, white slurry. He fucks me hard, his balls slapping against my ass, driving that mixture deeper and deeper.

When he finally blows, it’s a flood. A double-serving of thick, pearlescent cum that fills me to the brim. I feel like a human sundae, overflowing with hot, sticky sweetness.

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