"Cum to CREAM"

The message in my e-mail was actually pulsing and in red!

The Fifth Annual International "Convention Representing Erotica And Media" was actually being held in my city this year! I had been writing on my favorite site, Lush Stories, for almost a year and had built up a nice following of fans. I had connected with a great community of like-minded and sexually in-tune people from all over the world. I had found my people. Why not attend?

The Convention would be held about half an hour from my house so I wouldn't need a hotel room. I arrived at registration and got in line to pick up my badge and lanyard. I had splurged on the platinum, so my badge was trimmed with a shiny border.

A stunning woman with red hair was just ahead of me and I heard her say 'thank you' in a lovely London accent, and I had a stomach twinge. I had hoped my crush on Lush would be here. She was also redheaded and from England. But alas, she was not going to make it.

The woman checking me in was barely wearing a beautiful black leather bustier with garter belts, stockings, and black heels. As she put my lanyard over my head, she air-kissed my cheek. She spoke in a lovely Central African dialect.

"Welcome to CREAM. Please follow the guidelines regarding dress code, contact, and consent. And mostly, have a good orgasm or ten!" Quite a way to greet the attendees! The aforementioned dress code was loose as it was a sex convention. One could not be naked in any way in the attached hotel's public areas. The main contact rules were no sex acts in public, but kissing and sensual touching were allowed. Finally, consent must be verbal.

Once inside, I was most excited to head to the Lush display. Big red letters on a banner hung over a lip-shaped counter, saying, "LUSH STORIES where erotica roams free!" High, long tables set up behind it with tablets were available. Several people were reading, and a few were sharing and flirting. A younger-looking man was talking to an older woman, and she was stroking his growing bulge. It looks like they would need privacy very soon.

A lovely, topless blonde woman in tight bike shorts was speaking through a small PA. She had no lanyard, opting to have her badge hung from her left nipple by a pressure clamp. “Come on over and read a few stories for free. Get your mental rocks off, and maybe your real ones!”

It was a bit crass but appealing to the masses.

I said hello, and we shook hands. Her name was Haley. She had to be no more than twenty-two. It was up close that I noticed her camel toe was prominent! She informed me I did not have to identify myself.

I took a deep breath, "I'm Matt." Then I pointed to my avatar on my badge. "Down4anything23." Her eyes flew open, and her mouth became an open smile.
"Oh my God! I love ... You are sooo talented. I'm HaleyHorny69! Your stories make me wet!"

I blushed at both the accolade and the vision of this little stunner getting off on my stories.

"Um, so it’s really you. I’m so turned on I - oh fuck…." She was genuinely flustered, and I smiled at the idea of me being someone to be star-struck over. She gathered herself. "So, my job, Ha! Well, you can read or write or chat just like usual, OR in a special I'm CREAMing chat room for attendees! It’s super popular. There is private chatroom access for anyone who wants to meet and maybe..." She finished with a soft, come-on voice, "Hook up..." She took a sharpie, wrote her room number on the back of my pass, and winked. "You could read to me while I get my pussy off!"

I laughed. "Oh, right. Well, thanks. I'll check out the CREAM page first."

"You know where I will be." She lifted up her badge and winced slightly at the nipple pull. She pointed to her name and moaned softly. "Haley..."

I coughed and swooned a bit at the overt come-on. I hadn't had one of those in a decade. I walked past the couple I had seen before, still chatting while she nonchalantly stroked his impressive cock through his open fly. So much for CREAM rule one.

I logged in at the back row. The CREAM page had a schedule of special events sponsored by the site. Including a seminar at ten this evening on D/s relationships entitled “Use Her Friendly.”

What intrigued me most was a Lush happy hour today at three!

My day was full and surreal as I roamed. I met some really fun people and three fans who asked for selfies. Turns out Haley had messaged some friends I was there! They also loved my stories. I blushed in every picture, I am sure, especially when a young South Asian woman with long black hair and a stunning ass insisted that we kiss in hers. Her tongue tasted of curry and mint gum. “Mad,” as my UK friends would say.

Hot and horny, I arrived at the Happy hour mixer early. A group was waiting outside the door, and I soda-sipped as I people-watched. I was still on the CREAMing page and was chatting with friends asking if I wanted to meet. My construction worker pal from Georgia was here and wanted to show me the red panties he had on under his jeans!

I left the possibility out there, not quite sure if I was brave enough to meet them in real life. True, I would finally satisfy my curiosity about a few people, but they would do the same with my slightly pudgy, balding self.

A lovely woman with short red hair stepped into my view, deeply focused on her tablet. She was maybe five four but had red heels on. She was wearing a tight pair of pants with a zebra stripe pattern in green and black. Her black top was faux leather and sleeveless. Gorgeous DD breasts delightfully showing mature skin were openly announcing their presence. I was immediately hard: right in front of me was my dream woman.

Oh my gosh, she's the Brit from the check-in table!

She was tapping away, and I saw she was on the CREAMing chat. I quickly looked at my screen and got the biggest shock of the day when a message popped up.

"At hall Three and hoping to meet some of you lovely fans!" It was attached to "LadyRedOnTop" My favorite author and crush! My heartbeat was rapid, my cock was twitching. She had messaged that she was not coming, yet there she was!

I bravely cleared my throat. "Excuse me. I'm Matt. Are you Natalie?"

Her blue-grey eyes grew three times in size, and she gasped. "M-m-atthew? Down 4- Matthew?"

I nodded, and she pulled me in for the greatest hug of my life.

I was dumbfounded. "I thought you weren't coming. 'Too far and too American,' you had said!"

We both chuckled and as we separated, she rolled her eyes. "I was trying to keep it a secret. Despite my raunchy missives, I am really quite shy with crowds. But I have never been to CREAM, and I was keen, and the schedule worked."

'Shed-u-el' - I loved British accents!

“Well, I am ecstatic! You’re even more beautiful than I imagined.” I was never shy in a crowd, and after those fan selfies, I was bolstered. This was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. “This may seem forward and ... "

She cut me off, "Oh Love! I know your kinks and have read your steamy stories. 'Forward' was never a concern." She squeezed my hand, and I almost melted. "I am so glad you found me. I was all pins and needles whether to tell you. Now that I see your lovely green eyes, I feel silly that I deceived you." She pulled me close and kissed me. No tongue, not long, a bit wet, and exactly as I had fantasized.

"Now that, dear Matt, is forward. Now, you were going to ask me ..."

"Wou...would youliketogosomewhereprivate?!" I was too loud, and several people looked over. I stepped closer and said quietly, "Private, somewhere private... have...something to drink?”

She smiled with shining teeth behind plump red lips. "Sounds brilliant. Lead on."

I smiled and offered my arm. She chuckled, and her laugh was strangely awkward. I instantly loved it.

We walked and chatted about her trip over here, sanctioned by her husband of thirty years. They had a "hot wife" reclaiming relationship. I then told her about my slipping out so my wife wouldn't know; she thought I was meeting a literary agent. I had stopped feeling guilty about my secret Lush life months ago. We had a sexless marriage anyway.

Natalie, or Nat as she insisted I call her, boldly suggested her room.

"It has a nice bar, and we would be...alone. If you are willing and amenable." She followed that with a kiss on my hand, and all inhibitions fell like Dumbledore dropping water on Voldemort.

"Um, that sounds perfect. Just per..." I paused and took a deep breath. "Nat, I want to do this. I have craved this for so long. But I am not the studly man I play on Lush. I am not the best lover that- "

"Matthew, sweet, wonderful Matthew. We have talked about this. I have said many times that I was attracted to your mind first. And it is one of the sexiest I have ever known. Your eyes and strong arms are just bonus." She squeezed my bicep, and I blushed. "The pool has been good to you, my darling. Now. Shall we?" I hummed at the reference to my morning workouts in the water.

She dropped my arm and walked in front of me toward the elevators to the hotel floors. Her green and black striped ass was round and firm and swayed hypnotically. She was hooking me with her seductive walk.

The door dinged and slid open. "Our coach has arrived, my love." She stepped in and tapped a floor, and I ran after her. As the doors slid closed, I grabbed her waist, and she squealed with schoolgirl glee. I kissed her with passion and unbridled desire. Our tongues danced like wrestlers assessing an opponent. Her hands went to my head, and she pulled off my cap. She rubbed my bald skin, and I had to disconnect in order to catch my breath. She tilted my head and kissed the top of it. My angle gave me a direct line to her cleavage, and I dove in. She gasped as my lips and tongue bathed her beauties in loving salivation.

"Oh yes! Oh, Baby. Take them they are yours!" She pulled the shirt aside slightly, and her black lace bra slid to one side, and her brown-pink nipple literally popped out. I was on it in a millisecond. It was everything I had dreamed about and more: hard, soft, round, and hot. She squealed again, but this was lust-filled and needful.

Nat had reached between us, and as I sucked in her nipple, she groped my growing need. It was my turn to groan and gasp.

"Oh Nat! Yes, yes, yes." It was a dream come true that ended abruptly when the elevator dinged and slid open. We separated quickly, and she redid herself. A young couple, possibly lesbians, stood smiling, both in hot dungeon wear and sporting red lanyards for CREAM. One of them smirked and said, "This is six. If you have a room on here, I suggest you get there quickly." She then pointed to Nat's hand still on my erection, and she yanked it away.

We laughed, and stepped past them as they went in. The other woman called after as we hurried to the room. "Have a few for us!" Their laughter faded down the elevator shaft and ours burst out.

"Didn't you write a story about a 'Lift Fuck'?"

"Darling, I've written three hundred stories. There's a bloody lift fuck in a few, I am sure." Her door opened, and we flew in and deposited her bag and my hat and jacket. She was seductively unbuttoning her shiny black top as I kicked off my shoes.

And I stopped and sighed. "Is this real... is this happening?" I asked myself out loud.

Natalie answered by dropping her shirt on the table, revealing her black lacy bra, which remained on for only another five seconds.

"Come here, boy!" She spoke to me like a little dog. I knew she had a fluffy white one at home named Cotton.

I played along, "Woof!"

She pulled her own pointed, wide-based nipples and smiled up at me. "I would like to introduce you. Matthew, the Girls. Girls, Matthew. Give him anything he wants."

I swooped in and surprised her by lifting her up and tossing her playfully on the bed with laughter and squeals. Her heels came off easily, and I grabbed the waist of her tight pants.

As she shimmied them off, she grabbed her breasts. "You never said hello to the girls. Rudeness..."

I laughed as I tossed her pants and began to remove my own. "Hi Ladies, I will be talking with you closely in a short bit. Your sweet sister below is first on my dance card."

Nat laughed as she peeled off her black knickers. Her swollen labia glistened with anticipation, and she ran her fingers up and down, applying swirls of arousal to her growing clitoris. I was delighted to see, as she had foretold, a triangle of ginger-colored fur pointing downward.

"Hello, sister pussy!"

I was now naked and flopped down on top of her, and we kissed and groped and rolled and sucked and giggled.

"I have to taste you!" I said as I kissed down her neck.

"I want you to do so, love." She pushed my head, and I trailed down her lightly freckled skin with my tongue and lips, savoring every piece of real estate. Her magnificent breasts filled my hands, and I slid my open mouth over her left nipple. I closed my lips as I flicked the tip until I had a firm grip on it fully, areola and all. I then pulled up, and she winced slightly. I popped off, and she groaned. I had remembered she loved to have her nipples sucked aggressively. I guess "the girls" did get the first dance.

"Oh fuck..." she sighed.

"Yes, we will," I responded and kissed down her belly. Her pubic hair felt amazing in my mouth. Ever since seeing a naked woman as a teen, I have been fascinated with pubic hair. And red or ginger hair was my favorite. It was crinkly and soft and wiry and delicate. I feasted, even pulling a few with my teeth. Again, she peeped in discomfort but pushed my head down, signaling I should do more.

Her labia got my tongue, flat and wide to encompass as much as I could. Her nectar was heaven. She was very wet already, and my saliva mixed with her stickiness in the sexiest way. I opened my mouth and took as much of her vulva in as I could. She bucked up and held my head tightly with hands and thighs. I slowly closed my mouth just as I had with her nipple. The pop-off, this time, elicited a growl.

"Oh, GOD, Matt! Put your fingers in me, please! I need to cum and now!"

I took her clit in my lips and sucked and tongue-flicked as my first two fingers entered her sopping heated tunnel. She felt divine. I swirled around my tongue in the opposite direction of my fingers, and she began to grind her hips in a sexy swirl to maximize connection.

I also rubbed her pubic hair patch as it lined up with the bundle of nerves that wound into the clitoris. I was lapping away in a zig-zag up and down her whole pussy as I fingered her g-spot. She stiffened and clamped down hard. Her body shook, and my jaw was frozen. The orgasm lasted for a good ten seconds before she dropped back down, shouting out my name.

"Oh, MATT! Oh, my goodness, love!" She was panting and tossing her splendid fiery locks about the pillow. I climbed up, and she opened her eyes to find my wet face above hers. We kissed passionately, and her legs spread wide. She reached between us and grabbed my throbbing pole. She stroked me and rubbed my fluids into my head. I kissed her jaw and neck as she lined me up. We both moaned and then looked down together to watch our first coupling.

There have been some great pussies in my sexual history. My first girlfriend had an amazing vagina that she could tighten like a vice. My wife has (or had, as we no longer fuck) a vagina that fluttered when she came.

But this was the goddess queen of all cunts. The walls welcomed me with pulsing waves. The depth was remarkable and felt fathomless. Muscles milked in a cascading fashion like a wave breaking. I was soon base deep, and my balls rested on her perineum. We looked at each other with love and lust and just stayed still, enjoying the syncing of our heartbeats.

Nat broke the stare when she closed her eyes and groaned out, "Fuck me, Love. I need you to fuck me hard."

"As you wish," I said with knightly affectation.

The rhythm was steady and strong. I pulled out to tip and slid back in with force, so my balls bounced on her ass cheeks. She was in another world, arching up and grinding against me. I knew her husband had been in Asia for three weeks, so she was obviously pent up.

Her legs wrapped around me, and her nails dug into my buttocks. The pain was wonderful, and I groaned into her neck and bit her gently. Her heels were hitting my thighs in the same beat at my thrusting.

"Oh Nat! Oh, Fuck, this is better than I ever imagined."

"Fuck me, Matt. Ohhh, God, I'm going to pop off again!"

This was a good old-fashioned penis on top position (I hate the term missionary), and I could not be happier about it. Over and over, I drove in, and she pushed up to meet me.

"I'm so, nnggghhh, close! Can I cum in you? Oh, Naaattt!"

"Give me a tribute! Shoot it all over, Love!"

I felt the surging need to explode and released my sword from her scabbard. I grabbed my wet shaft, and Nat sat up on her elbows and held her breasts out as targets. I stroked and swelled and soon succumbed to the cum.

I was on a different plane of existence, firing my semen all over my dream woman. It was messy and large, and she loved it. I saw stars and felt my body electrify and all of my nerves unite at my pelvis.

My ejaculation covered her from navel to her neck. Her hands even got some, and she was soon licking and sucking her fingers. Her right nipple had a perfect drop slipping off and I bent down and sucked it up into my own mouth. She sighed and held my head again.

We kissed and exchanged my cum. It was the hottest oral experience of my life.

"Whew...Matt, you are down for anything!"

"And you are a lady, Miss Redontop."

She surprised me by sliding her hands down my back and pulling me on top of her. My cum formed a sticky bond between us, and I sighed at the salaciousness.

Natalie hummed and caressed my head as I kissed and nibbled her neck and ear.

"That was remarkable. You are a great lover."

I was a bit choked up as no one had ever called me that. I pulled up and looked in her gorgeous blue-grey eyes. "And you are an amazing partner. That was the hardest cum of my life,"

She giggled and whispered, "Don't tell my husband, but mine was as well."

I laughed and said, "Flatterer."

She looked serious for a moment and sighed. "I would like you to stay for a few more hours. I want as much as I can get whilst here."

"I am here until seven or so. Then I have to go back."

"Then let us shower together and get right back here. I would like to make love slowly this time."

"Sounds marvelous. Perhaps we can combine the two?"

She kissed my bald head, and I shuddered. I lifted up, and the cum made a crazy noise like wet Velcro. We paused, and I flopped back down, howling in laughter.

"That was awful!" I said, my voice heaving.

"Oh, Bugger! That was horrid!" Her awkward throaty laugh was back. "Shower?"

"Shower!"

She swung off the bed and walked to the bathroom. I watched her incredibly round butt bounce and sway and then followed.

The water was warm, and the stall was more than large enough. We made out under the stream, and she reached for a wash rag. With her marvelously scented body wash, she lathered me up front and back. Then, I returned the favor. There is nothing like a soapy ass and tits. She giggled slightly.

"Are you ogling my breasts, young man?"

I took on a Londoner dialect. "Yes, Ma'am. Brilliant, these 'ere!"

She laughed heartily. As I rinsed, she sank to her knees. Oh my god, it was happening. She turned me, so I blocked the water.

"I don't want to get my hair wet. This do takes too bloody long to reset."

Her mouth was exquisite. She was an expert cock sucker. The strokes from her hand combined with a swirl of the tongue and varying pressures of suck. She caressed my balls and rubbed my perineum. She tongue-circled my head and flicked it with the tip. I was in head-back ecstasy, moaning her name on repeat.

She pulled back, still stroking me. "Do you have another yummy load for Nat, Love?"

I nodded but had a sudden inspiration. This was a writer who often had her main characters in submissive or reluctant roles. Perhaps I would be able to act out one of my fantasies.

I pulled back, and she looked surprised. I grabbed her hair just hard enough to exert a reaction and pulled her to standing.

"Ouch. Matthew, what are you ...?"

I turned her shoulders to the tile wall and pushed her to a bent position. She yelped in surprise and then moaned loudly when I ran my cock down her ass crack.

"Oh God, Matt, YES!"

I found her wet and dripping pussy and plunged in with a lewd slurping noise of shower water and womanly wanting. I was in her fully and did not hesitate to drive hard. I grabbed her shoulder and her hair and pulled back, causing an arch and another yelp. She now had her head to the ceiling and her mouth open in a sex scream of instinctual animal lust.

I was driving now like I never had before. Wet sounds of slapping accompanied our primal grunts. And there was one more hill to take. I pulled out, and my head found her arse hole. We both stopped, and she moaned,

"Yesss, please..."

I pushed in and found my cock in its very first ass! And it was a furnace of delight.

"Ooo, yesss! Fuck me, Matt, fuck my bum baby!"

I was back to that other plane and was ready to cum a third time in one day, something I hadn't done in over a decade.

I let go of her shoulder and reached under and thrummed her clit with my fingers she shook so violently she almost pushed me out of her. Her orgasm was soundless and full-bodied. She seized and tried to breathe. I removed my hand and grabbed her hip, still pounding away at her back door with wet wonder.

Her breath raged back in with a mournful growl, and she screamed. It was the sexiest thing I had ever heard. It reverberated in the shower stall, and I am sure other hotel guests heard her. I was so fucking proud.

My newfound dominance manifested in one more power thrust, and I howled with her as I emptied a not-so-big but immensely satisfying load into her vibrating bum.

Our ragged gasping and panting were accompanied by the white hiss of the shower. Nat stood up, and my limp dripper slid out of her. She turned to me, her face red with sweat and shower spray. I could not read her, and I was a bit unnerved.

"That...was...the best shower fuck I have ever had. You, my sweet friend, whew, have nothing to worry about, ever again. You are a stud." She grabbed me, and we slapped together and kissed with all of the energy we had left. She pulled away and laid her head on my chest. "You howled like my Cotton when he gets a rabbit."

"Ha...sorry..."

"It made my arsehole cum."

"Ha...nice...Um, Nat... your hair got wet."

"Yes, it did...."

I smiled as she squeezed me tight. She then reached over and shut off the stream. "Time for a dry off, a cuddle, dinner, and another fuck or two. And I need some wine."

She stepped out and grabbed a fluffy white towel, and began to dry herself. "You are going to be late. Best tell the wife." She handed me a towel, then sexily wrapped her head and body. "I will be in there, on the bed, naked and hungry." She kissed me once more and walked out of the bathroom.

"Oh wow..." I mumbled.

Today, I kissed a South Asian fan, had an All-American sex kitten come on to me, and was cheek-kissed by an African dominatrix. And I had fucked my dream British goddess, in all three holes.

Lush unites the world.