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Emily started up the path towards the house, tucking a strand of hair behind her glasses and perking her breasts up in her cropped sweater as she went. She put on a friendly smile, clasped her clipboard and pamphlets tightly in one arm, and gave the door three short knocks.
Nobody answered. It was the first house of the day, and Emily had a large area to cover. There were muffled voices coming from inside the house, though, so Emily decided to knock again, in case she wasn't heard the first time. The voices started getting louder, hopefully meaning someone was coming to the door. Soon enough, however, Emily realized that the voices weren't conversational, they were moans and gasps of pleasure. Emily smiled wistfully, wishing she could be spending her Monday as a part of whatever was happening inside instead of knocking on doors.
She opted to give the inhabitants thirty more seconds, and was glad that she did. The noises quickly grew in both frequency and volume, reaching a crescendo, then went quiet. A moment later, the door swung open.
A curious looking woman in her late 40's stood on the other side. She was completely naked, a bright flush on her pale cheeks and chest, her cock hanging down half soft and shining with sex. “Hi, sorry about that, I was a bit busy in my wife.” She gestured behind her, where Emily could see another naked woman draped across a sofa, catching her breath while cum leaked out of her glistening pussy. The woman on the sofa raised her head and gave Emily an exhausted smile and a wave.
Emily grinned back at her, and at the woman at the door, quickly collecting herself and jumping into her prepared speech. “Thank you for answering, sorry that I had to interrupt the fun. It did sound pretty great! Anyways, I work at The Creamy Peach Cafe downtown. We're planning a big event next month called Cum Day, it's a huge festival at and around the cafe, all about cum! We're serving cum-themed drinks and food, there will be several cum-centered performances, an open gloryhole stand, and more! I'm knocking on doors to get the word out, as well as see how many people are interested in attending.”
As Emily explained, she watched the woman's gaze run up and down her body, stopping at the hemline of her short skirt, then again on the cleavage she was displaying in the deep V neck of her half-unbuttoned top.
Emily blushed under the woman's scrutiny, trying to keep her delivery professional. She pulled one of the leaflets out of the stack and held it out. “Here, I have a pamphlet with more details, and you can sign this RSVP sheet if you're interested?”
“I might be interested,” the woman said in a sultry tone, her eyes fixated on Emily's breasts as she took the pamphlet. “Will you be there?”
Emily warmed under the implied compliment. “Yep! I'll probably be serving drinks and food. And hopefully I'll be able to spend some time at the gloryholes, if my boss lets me.” She subconsciously licked her lips at the simple thought of it.
The woman gave Emily another hungry once-over as she said, “If a pretty thing like you is there, I might have to come. How about a sample, though, to make sure I'm convinced?” She gestured down at her cock, which Emily realized had stiffened back to erection.
Emily's focus locked onto the sight. “I am working right now, so I can't... uhh,” she mumbled halfheartedly. There was a bead of white still clinging to the tip of the woman's cock, and Emily found herself licking her lips again.
She hastily reconsidered and gave the woman a bright grin. “Actually, I think I could give you a quick blowjob. As an advertisement?”
“Sounds good to me, cutie,” the woman said, grabbing her cock and giving it a few preparatory strokes.
Emily dropped to her knees in the open doorway and sized up her task. It was fully hard, and still slick from the wife's pussy. Emily leaned in and darted her tongue across the tip, gathering up the droplet of semen she had noticed before. They both shuddered: the woman from the contact, Emily from the taste.
Emily took it in her hand and dragged her tongue up the shaft, gathering up the taste of sex, before wrapping her lips around the tip. She looked up, watching the woman's eyes glaze over with pleasure as her cock slid further past Emily's soft lips.
Emily started bobbing her head up and down, sucking and licking at the delicious cock in her mouth. As she sucked, she started lightly stroking the base of the shaft with her hand, drawing a moan out of her partner.
“Fuck, you're good at this,” the woman groaned. “You do this a lot, just drop to your knees every time you see a hard cock?”
Emily nodded and hummed in happy agreement, sealing her mouth around the woman's cock so that the vibration transferred into it.
“What a slut.” The woman placed her hand on Emily's head, slowing her pace. “Why don't you hold still, slut, and let me use your tight throat?”
Emily gave another eager nod, and allowed the woman's hand to pull her in. Her cock quickly filled her mouth, the tip seeking entrance into her throat. Emily adjusted her position to allow it in, and moaned as the thick head pressed all the way into her.
Emily loved this feeling, the pressure filling her throat, the fact that she couldn't breath around the intruder. She dipped her hand under her skirt and caressed her rapidly dampening panties, before stopping herself. She hazily remembered that she had a job to do, and she knew she shouldn't get too carried away pleasuring herself.
The woman held Emily's head gently in place as she bottomed out in her mouth. She held herself there for a moment, enjoying the sensation of Emily's throat twitching around her. After a few seconds, she apparently had her fill of the feeling, and started slowly fucking Emily's mouth.
“Ohhh,” the woman sighed with pleasure. “That's good. Your beautiful mouth feels amazing.”
She moved slowly, and only a few inches with each thrust, not pulling back far enough to allow Emily air. Emily loved it, but after a minute, her lungs were burning and eyes were watering. She gave the woman a few taps on the hip.
The woman pulled out, granting Emily a moment to pant for breath. “There we go. Take a good, deep breath, cutie. You'll need it.”
Once Emily had caught her breath, she leaned up and took the woman's cock into her mouth again. Immediately, she felt hands on the back of her neck pulling her back into a deep throat-fuck. This time wasn't so gentle, with the woman forcefully using Emily's mouth.
Within seconds, the woman was moaning above her. “Oh fuck you're tight,” she slurred after a minute. She placed a finger on Emily's chin, pulling it up. “Look at me, slut.”
Emily obediently looked up over her glasses and locked eyes with the woman. She could tell from a glance that she was on edge, here glazed eyes barely able to focus on Emily's.
“I'm gonna fucking cum,” she gasped, “do you want it down your throat, in your mouth, or on your face?” Her voice broke and hips jerked involuntarily, making Emily choke around her cock. “Tap when I say it, slut: throat? Mouth? Or Face?”
Emily bounced eagerly and tapped when the woman said face. She loved the feeling of hot cum on her skin, the feeling of it dripping down onto her chest, the taste of it gathered on her lips. She needed it, now.
The woman shuddered in excitement, cock throbbing inside Emily's throat. “Okay, on your fucking perfect, cute, slutty face!” She thrust a few more times, then pulled out.
Emily immediately took the saliva-slick cock in her hand, pumping it hard as it twitched and jerked, licking and kissing the tip until the first jet of hot jizz hit her lips. She swiftly pulled an inch away, in time for the second shot to spray out onto her cheek.
The woman moaned loud enough to be heard a block away as Emily milked her cock onto her face. The third and fourth shots covered Emily's glasses and nose. By the time she was finished, Emily was covered from forehead to chin in her seed.
Emily giggled happily at this result and took the tip of the woman's cock back into her mouth, savoring the delicious taste now coating it.
“Shit,” the woman groaned, aftershocks running through her body as Emily licked her sensitive cock. “You look even cuter than you did before, covered my seed like that.”
“Mhm!” Emily hummed her agreement around the woman's cock. She gave it one last suck, then pulled off and rose to her feet, grinning. “Thanks for the cum, it's really good.” Her tongue darted out and licked a drop off her upper lip.
“And I've always got more of it for sluts like you. Anyways, didn't you have something you wanted me to sign?”
Emily abruptly remembered the reason she was here, and cast about for her missing canvassing supplies. “Oh, of course! I can get a bit scatterbrained when I'm horny.” The cum on her glasses made it hard to see, but she spotted her belongings on the steps next to her and crouched to scoop it all up. “Here, just write your name, and if you plan on bringing anyone along write theirs too. It doesn't have to be precise, it's not a commitment, we're just trying to get a feel for how many people we're going to be serving.”
The woman took the offered clipboard and quickly signed it off. Handing it back to Emily, she arched an eyebrow at her cum-glazed face. “Do you need something to clean yourself up?”
Emily shrugged. “Nah, I think I'll just wear it for a bit. I bet I'll get a lot more interest showing up at people's doors like this. Anyways, thanks for your time, I hope to see you at Cum Day!”
“I'll look out for you,” the woman said, winking and beginning to close the door.
Emily turned and bounced down the stairs. Semen dripped off her chin and splattered the tops of her breasts as she hurried on to the house next door. She wondered just how much there was, and she pulled out her phone to check with her camera: she looked like a well used whore. The sight made her brim with confidence, and she proceeded up the porch steps of the next house with a genuine smile on her face.
The house's inhabitant took only a few seconds to answer after she hit the doorbell. The door opened, and through her cum-splattered glasses Emily saw a young black woman, perhaps college age, wearing a form-fitting tshirt and a tight pair of yoga pants with an unmistakable bulge showing through them.
“What is it?” she said in a confused tone, eyes widening a moment later when she took in the sight of Emily's face. “Oh, uh, hey, you've got...” She gestured at her face as if Emily had somehow not realized how she looked.
“I know!” Emily nodded energetically. “It's your neighbor next door's, and I thought it was a bit of good advertising. I'm here from The Creamy Peach Cafe to talk about a big event we have coming up called Cum Day! It's this big festival-”
“Oh, yeah,” the young woman cut Emily off, “my friend Riley works there, she was just telling me about it yesterday. It sounds fun, I do love a bit of cum in my life.”
“You know Riley?” Emily asked, getting a nod in return. “Awesome! She's a blast to work with. I'm Emily, she might have mentioned me before. I'm sure she's told you all the details about Cum Day already. If you're planning on being there, we'd love to have your name on this list here so we know to expect you.”
“Nice to meet you, Emily, I'm Grace. And I'm definitely planning on coming. And cumming, for that matter,” Grace laughed at her own obvious pun. She took the clipboard from Emily and signed it, handing it back a moment.
“Thanks, Grace, have a nice day!” Emily started backing away.
“Before you run off,” Grace interjected, “want me to add another load to that?”
Emily stopped, considering. She really did have to get some work done, but Grace seemed really nice, and the cum on her face did feel a bit lonely...
“If you make it quick.”
“I haven't fucked anyone in two days, I won't take too long,” Grace assured her. “How about you get your tits out of that shirt? I wanna see what they feel like around my cock.”
“Two days? You must be so backed up!” Emily said, quickly dropping to her knees. She hastily undid all but the last button of her cropped sweater and pulled her large breasts over the top of the now-loosened neckline.
Once she had them where she wanted, she looked up to the wonderful view of Grace's cock, mere inches from her mouth. She instinctively ducked her head forward and wrapped her lips around the brown tip, giving it a taste. It was delicious.
Grace gasped in surprise. “Don't get too excited, girlie,” she said in a strained voice, “I said tits, not lips.”
Emily reluctantly pulled off. “Sorry, you just looked really tasty.” She reached into her purse and pulled out her trusty travel lubricant. She squirted an ample dollop onto her hand and started spreading between her breasts. She made a show of it, looking up at Grace through the mess on her glasses as she slowly massaged her tits, mixing the lube with the semen that had dripped down onto them earlier.
“There,” she said once she was thoroughly covered, “I'm ready.”
“Good, 'cause I was gonna to blow my load if you kept that up any longer,” Grace said as she moved in and pressed her cock into Emily's cleavage.
Emily lifted her tits and pressed them around Grace's cock, making all but the tip disappear completely. She could feel a pounding heartbeat against her chest, though she wasn't entirely sure whether it was hers or Grace's.
Grace didn't hesitate, immediately beginning to thrust into Emily's titfuck, and Emily responded by moving her tits in time with her partner. At the end of every thrust, the dark head of Grace's cock emerged from between Emily's breasts, glistening enticingly and making Emily's pussy throb with need.
“So fucking soft...” Grace groaned, already losing herself. “These are the best tits I've ever fucked.”
“Thanks!” Emily glowed with pride and arousal. “I grew them myself!” She paused for a moment, realizing how weird that comment sounded, but Grace didn't react, too lost in the softness enveloping her cock.
Emily looked up and made eye contact with Grace. The young woman's eyes were half-closed, her mouth in a perpetual 'O' as she panted and pumped between Emily's breasts.
“Don't you think my face looks nice, all covered in cum?” Emily teased. “I bet I'll look even nicer once you've added your own. Once you've emptied those aching balls all over me, making me look even more like the whore I am.”
Grace nodded and moaned a wordless agreement. Her thrusts became erratic, and she suddenly tensed. Emily felt Grace's cock jump between her tits, and a sudden heat pouring out of it. On Emily's next downstroke, Grace's cock peeked out between her tits and shot a stream of wonderful white seed up, hitting Emily in the chin.
Emily giggled as she continued vigorously titfucked Grace through her orgasm, getting another few spurts onto her chin and upper chest, and getting the top of her tits thoroughly glazed. The rest was deposited warmly between her breasts.
A moment after the last shot, Grace put a hand on Emily's shoulder and pulled away, apparently too sensitive to continue. As she did, Emily let go of her breasts, looking down to see the mess of white coating them and running down onto her belly. It was quite the sizable load; Grace really must have been backed up.
“Damn, that was a good one,” Grace said, offering a hand to Emily and pulling her to her feet. “You want me to do anything for you?”
Emily pussy throbbed at the thought. Her thighs were a soaking mess, and she knew she had to get some satisfaction. “I can't, really, I'm working.” she forced herself to say, once again reminding herself that she was supposed to be covering six whole blocks today.
“Suit yourself.” Grace shrugged, pulling her pants back up and tucking away her delicious-looking cock.
“Thanks for the offer, though,” Emily said. “I do have to get going. Oh, that reminds me, how do I look?”
Grace raked her eyes up and down Emily's body. “Hot as fuck,” she settled on. “See you at Cum Day, Emily!”
Emily certainly felt hot as she proceeded on to the next house. There was nothing quite like wearing the unmistakable evidence of your own desirability on your face and body. She didn't bother stuffing her tits back into her shirt: she'd probably end up just pulling them back out, at this rate.
When Emily glanced up at the next house in the row, she spotted a blonde woman sitting on a bench in the shade of the porch. The woman waved as Emily approached, and Emily returned the gesture.
As Emily came down the path towards the house, the woman looked over her shoulder to her open screen door and shouted, “That slut's finally here, Melissa!”
Being referred to as 'that slut' made Emily's pussy clench, and she had to take a moment to collect herself as she ascended the stairs. She mostly managed to put herself together, and greeted the seated woman. “Hi, I'm here because of this thing that...”
Emily trailed off as the blonde woman in front of her casually lifted the skirt of her sundress and spread her legs, displaying a glistening pink pussy. “Lick me,” she instructed.
“Okay.” Emily immediately obeyed, crouching between her spread legs and leaning in for the prize.
“Good girl,” the woman praised Emily. She gently set a hand on Emily's head and pulled her onto her pussy, sighing with pleasure as Emily's lips made contact.
“I've been watching you work your way down the block,” the woman explained as Emily began eating her out. “I imagine my friend will be out in a second for your cunt.”
Emily shuddered with anticipation. Hopefully that meant she'd finally get some attention. She lapped greedily at the woman's pussy, tonguing between her folds and licking her clit.
The door opened, and Emily caught a glimpse of a woman stepping out. Melissa, she assumed.
“Shit, she really is that easy,” Melissa commented. “Is that cum on her face?”
Emily took a moment away from the other woman's delicious cunt to look up at Melissa. The woman was naked, a sheen of sweat covering her amber-brown skin as if she had just gone for a run. A growing erection stood between her legs as she looked hungrily down at Emily.
Emily flashed a bright grin and proudly displayed the cum on her chest as well. “I've got some on my tits, too!” Without a moment to spare, she dove back to the blonde woman's pussy, savoring the moan she drew out of her.
“Mind if I have a turn?” Melissa asked, stepping around Emily as if she already knew the answer.
Emily simply pulled up her skirt and rose onto all fours, lifting her ass to show her slick thighs and soaked panties. That apparently got the message across, as a moment later she felt a hand gripping her ass and a finger hooking her underwear out of the way.
“Did she say why she was here? Just going door to door looking for a fuck?” Melissa asked the other woman as she slid a finger into Emily. “Damn, she's soaked.”
“She said something about... Ah, here, 'Cum Day'. That sounds fun.”
Emily looked over her glasses to see the woman she was eating out peering curiously at one of her leaflets.
“That explains why she showed up covered in the stuff.” Melissa commented. She withdrew her finger from Emily's pussy, then pressed something wonderfully cock-like to its entrance. “Are you ready?”
Emily nodded and moaned into the other woman's pussy, and was immediately rewarded with a hard cock. Melissa pulled no punches, ramming deep into her cunt before drawing back and repeating the motion. Emily's body shook involuntarily as her pussy finally got what it had been begging for over the past half hour.
The seated woman gripped her fingers into Emily's hair, securing her in place on her pussy. “Such a good girl, suck on my clit just like that,” she moaned. Emily's attention was split between eating her out and taking Melissa's cock, but she still did her best to keep her mouth working, to keep her tongue gathering the rich flavor pouring out of the woman.
“Fuck, you're wet,” Melissa said behind her, energetically pounding into Emily's pussy. Each of her thrusts filled Emily to the brim, then every withdrawal left her achingly empty and ready for the next. And each time, Emily came a little bit more undone.
The woman Emily was eating out suddenly cried out in pleasure, her fingers tightening in Emily's hair and her thighs clenching around Emily's head, locking her in place. A gush of orgasmic juices poured out onto Emily's eager tongue, and she greedily drank in the flavor as she continued to service the woman through her climax.
As the blonde woman quieted down, and her thighs released Emily from the iron grip they had held her in, Emily's attention was slammed back to her own momentarily forgotten cunt by a particularly deep thrust from Melissa. She was panting heavily now, and Emily could feel her cock throbbing inside of her.
Emily pulled away from the other woman and looked over her shoulder at the dark-skinned woman between her legs. Melissa locked her gaze onto Emily's face, her eyes going feral as she took in the sight of her friend's juices now mingling with the mess of cum and covering her chin.
“Are you gonna cum in me?” Emily whined, hoping that the answer was yes, “I'm so close, if you cum in me I'm going to- OHHHHH!”
Emily felt the first jet of cum pouring into her pussy and came apart. She gripped desperately on to the other woman's thighs for support as her entire body began to shudder. Every time her pussy clenched, it milked another shot of hot seed out of Melissa's twitching cock, over and over until they both went limp.
Emily rolled off to the side, flopping down onto the porch deck, and started giggling uncontrollably. “Was my pussy good?” she asked Melissa in between bouts of giddy laughter. “Did you fill it up for me?”
Melissa was on her knees, catching her breath. She gave Emily an exhausted nod. “Yeah.”
“Do you wanna fuck me again?” Emily asked. “I really wanna cum like that again...”
“Didn't you have something you were doing?” The woman on the bench butted in, holding up Emily's clipboard.
“Oh. Yeah.” Emily vaguely remembered that she had a job to do. “I'll just go next door and ask them.”
The woman laughed. “Of course, what else would you do,” she said, the bemusement in her voice failing to register in Emily's fuck-drunk mind.
Emily shuffled off towards the next house, wondering what was in store for her there. Was she going to get fucked again? Another blowjob? Eaten out? The possibilities were delicious, and they made her pussy twinge with excitement. When it did so, a drop of warm liquid hit her calf, and she looked down in time to see another drop of semen fall onto her inner thigh. She giggled at the sight, lifting her skirt to see more white fluid leaking out of her pussy and gathering on her labia. She was really looking used now.
She hurried to the door of this fourth house and rang the doorbell. Nobody answered. Emily shifted impatiently, eager to get another load inside of her before the first leaked all the way out. She rang the doorbell again.
A minute and three desperate rings later, a bleary eyed looking woman pulled the door open. She was dressed in plaid pajamas, apparently having been asleep despite it only being mid afternoon. “Wha?” The woman asked, confused by Emily's interruption.
Emily fell to her knees, job forgotten. “Can you fuck me? I need to get fucked,” she begged.
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Emily was bent over someone's porch steps, her upper body resting on the porch itself, between the legs of the woman she was sucking off. Her legs were resting on one of the lower steps, as some other woman crouched between them to devour the cum pouring out of her aching pussy.
She couldn't quite remember how she'd got there, or how long it had been. She was far too many orgasms deep to worry about trivial things like that. No, she had a cock in her mouth, and she needed to make it give up its delicious seed. That much she knew.
The woman behind her pulled away, leaving her cunt achingly unattended, but thankfully she felt someone mounting her a moment later, filling up her cum-soaked hole. She quivered at the intrusion, her sore muscles clenching with yet another climax.
At some point, she was flipped over onto her back, a woman grinding her pussy on her face. Someone was between her legs, pounding a cock into her wonderfully sore pussy. Another was on her chest, fucking her tits. There was no need for lube at this point, her chest was completely slick with all the loads that had been deposited there.
So much semen had rolled off of her that it had begun forming pools around her upper torso, near her hands, between her legs. Someone had put a pillow under her head, which was nice, but it had to be completely soaked with how many loads she'd taken on her face.
She felt something on one of her hands, a pussy, it felt like, and she instinctively arched her fingers up into its soaking depths, being rewarded with a loud moan from that direction. The woman riding her face finished, and was replaced by another who slid her cock into Emily's throat. This one lasted barely twenty seconds; perhaps she was the cock Emily had been jerking off a minute earlier. The woman withdrew from Emily's throat and emptied her balls onto Emily's face and into her open mouth. Emily drank greedily, savoring every creamy drop that hit her tongue. Once it stopped, Emily could only think of one word.
“More?”
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Emily had a very strong prescription on her glasses, and she was struggling without them. Unfortunately, they had been so thoroughly covered in cum that they were entirely useless, and she didn't have a single clean inch of clothing to wipe them off with.
So she was left squinting to see where she was going as she walked back the The Creamy Peach. Droplets of semen and other juices fell off of her every few steps, leaving an obvious trail behind her. She kept getting looks from people she passed by; probably appreciative ones, but she couldn't see clearly enough to tell. She did get asked a few times for a fuck, but she'd finally recovered enough of her wits to turn them down.
Emily finally reached the Peach and swung the door open, the bell attached to the door jingling to announce her entrance.
“Emily? What on earth happened?” Emily's boss' voice said from behind the front counter.
“I'm really sorry, Jackie,” Emily's shoulders slumped in shame. “I got a bit carried away, and only got one block done.” She approached the red-headed figure at the counter and handed her the clipboard. “I promise I won't do it again. Also I think I lost the pamphlets, they were all gone when I was done.”
“Hmmph. You'd better not do-” Jackie cut herself off, paging through the clipboard. “Emily, you've got almost four pages of names on here. What did you do?”
“Uhh,” Emily was put off-balance by Jackie's excited tone. Maybe she wasn't about to get disciplined. She gestured down at her cum-covered body, letting out a nervous chuckle. “Got carried away?”