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I am NOT the author. I am simply sharing this lovely story with all of you because I have not seen it on here. Now this story goes here as:

I am walking around my apartment. I am naked and horny. Pussy juices are sliding down my inner, brown-skinned, voluptuous thighs. I felt bored and restless wondering what kind of activity I can fill my time with. Then I thought, why not become “A Pussy Café.”

I talk to many men online who are desperate for pussy. They are the single men, the men in between relationships or the ones in sexless or infrequent sex relationships. It seemed to be a crime to have so many men in need when I have this hot, quivering and hungry pussy. I will open myself to allow any man in need to come to my café and get the pussy they need.

My café had instant success. There was an endless line of men wanting to use my pussy. It didn’t matter how I came into contact with these men, online or offline, there were men desperately wanting to select what they need from my café. Some men just needed to eat it, some wanted to fist it, play with it, fuck it, cum in it or just look at it. In a few days, my life of boredom was spent using all of my free time with my legs open letting any man enter the café and use it.

The most customers my café served at one time were when I went to a small town in Sweden, Dals Ed. There were not any available women for men to fuck. All the women were older or happily married. Sexless men were starving for pussy. They couldn’t seem to connect with any at a bar or online. I went to this town and rented a cabin by the water.

I put the word out the Pussy Café had come to their town. It is a very small town with less than 100,000 inhabitants. I learned the men were so excited they also alerted the men from neighboring towns. That week, my café served sexless men from four townships. Every day I was there, I flowed a river of cum and I was dipped in white sugar from head to toe as each man used my café for their needs and contributed their cum of satisfaction as their thank you.

I had men sliding their dick in my hair until they came, fucking my red-polished toes, fucking my arm pits and of course between my tits. If they couldn't wait for the main course they filled up on the appetizers of my body. Oh God! I sucked so much dick it was amazing I still had spittle. I didn’t even see all the men who used my pussy as I had men all over me.

Sucking and playing with my titties, fucking my mouth and licking my cum soaked navel. One man just wanted to lie on top and just eat my pussy making it cum twice and squirting once. As I gushed, several men joined in to catch the cum in their mouth. Some men came nude while others were partially clothed. They were all hungry to have their cocks touched.

Some just wanted a good stroking, others wanted a good sucking, some wanted to throat fuck and yes many, many of them wanted to fuck my hot, warm, cum soaked pussy. It didn’t matter; my body was completely submissive to whatever pleasures they required. Only a few wanted my ass.

From time to time, someone would eat all the spilled cum from my body and pussy. The only time the Café was closed was for periodic showers, toilet breaks and at least two meals. Outside of that, my pussy was open twenty hours a day even while I slept. Any man coming to the café left with his dick soft from spent satisfaction.

When the week ended I closed the café only to move it to another much needed area. The men were all sad. They were not happy knowing there was no pussy café opened to take their payments in cum. Amazing after having thousands of dicks in a week, my pussy still felt overwhelmingly hungry as if it wanted my body to be a slave to it and I should live out my remaining days on my back with open legs.

Actually not a bad life!

Thank you!