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Just bottomed and took a load in my ass from some guy off of Sniffies. His profile was pretty lacking and he fucked me in a dark room. I sucked him for a few minutes in the beginning and then he mounted me and left.

First of all it's never about what this object prefers. My Owners and those using me decide. I am however maintained completely naked (and mostly collared) at home and at parties for ease of access to the men. But I am very comfortable completely undressed unless the user in question needs his pig to be in lingerie. Respectfully

I have many Different stories, 1st time it happened though was my 18th Birthday and Sucking off one of my Dads Friends after we ran into each other at a ABS , I sucked him off multiple times a week ,sometimes multiple times a day whenever he texted me I found a ride to wherever he needed me suck his Gorgeous BBC

Jack-in-the-Box is something that all pigs need to try at least twice in their lives.

I turned down a date because the older daddy wanted to feed me laxatives and make me walk down a dark street in a business park wearing a short dress and panties. He wanted to watch me have an "accident" while walking so he could come up from behind me and forcibly "assault" me and use me like a cum dump.

This would honestly be my ideal. Take away any inhibition to go through with it, and have no control over what happens.

Sorry guys, I’ve been living that high life. Here’s the recap… we just blasted off and sent us into a daisy chain of cock and ass, breeding hungry holes, and me on my back sucking my cum out of a beautiful hairy hole. I flip onto my back and he squats down presenting me with a beautiful hairy puffy pink hole. I can see my cum starting to dribble out and stick my tongue up and into his ass. He’s moaning edging me on, fuck yeah, eat my ass when I feel the bed shift. He leans forward and grabs my legs back exposing my cock and ass. I feel a finger poking around in my sloppy hole, then two, then three and a familiar burning as one of the daddy’s is pushing a shard into my hole. Fuckkkkkk I love a booty bump and my hole is ravenously hungrier than I’ve ever felt as it melts against and into me. I hear the otter say he’s ready and I feel one finger, then another, and another is added… fuck I’m up to four now. Daddy’s working my ass opening me up, stretching my hole open with each in and out of his fingers. Soon I feel his thumb and knuckles slowly and methodically in and out. My ass feels so open and soon I feel him pushing his fist into me. I’ve never been fisted it’s always been a fantasy of mine, but it’s never happened. All too soon I feel him literally pop his hand into me and fuckkkkkkkkkkk my ass has never felt so full. He lets his fist sit inside me and my cock is a river of precum. Daddy takes my precum and lubes his meaty paw. He’s literally fisting me with my precum and his load. I’m in fucking ecstasy. I distinctly remember thinking to myself, this is what I was made for as he begins pulling out than back in. My ass is literally so open, so full, so hungry. I look over and see the otter riding the other daddy’s dick. Daddy pulls all the way out and my ass in equal measure never felt emptier and hungrier. Daddy pushes his hand back inside me, and I feel my hole stretching as he pushes his cock into my ass and starts fucking / jerking off inside me. I’m in pig heaven, I’m swirling hard and lost in sensation and any sense of time as daddy starts pounding away at his hand. I can literally feel his cock getting thicker in my ass as he’s pumping away. He begins to grunt and moan and soon I feel him pushing his seed so fucking deep into my guts. I’m coming down from that trying to catch my breath when I hear, “Well, what the fuck do we have here?” I turn my head to see who and where this new voice is. Only to find it’s a client of mine, Dean. I begin to panic while he eyes the room and begins stalking towards the pipe. Without taking his eyes off me he slowly melts the Tina until a whiff of smoke appears takes a hit and walks over to me and shotguns that sweet smoke into my mouth. To be clear 1) I’ve never mixed business with pleasure 2) to best of my knowledge this man is straight, married white picket fence and all. All of this begins to fade as he pushes his tongue against mine and takes my hand placing it on his hard cock. My mouth softens and I moan into him as he teases his fingers softly down my chest, my cock and balls and meets the daddy’s hand and cock still buried into my wrecked hole sliding a finger alongside and in. He breaks our kiss, sliding another finger in and says, “I always thought you were a slam pig, and now you’re my slam pig.” He pulls his fingers out takes another hit and shotguns the otter while he’s still riding the daddy’s dick. Dean takes another hit and shotguns into the daddy fucking the otter, and another hit shotgunning into the daddy who’s hand is still buried knuckles deep and finally returns to me this time he takes my cock in his mouth as he exhales his cloud.

I'm christian and I love sucking cock and love making guys explode in mouth. I can't stop sucking cock and have never turned anyone down when they asked. I've sucked over 500 cocks easy and everytime a guy is ready to cum, I open my mouth for there hot cum and they shoot it in my face, in my eye, in my mouth, omg I love swallowing there cum it turns me on soooo much.

update to earlier message: bb is up and running but just barely. if i try to look at a 3rd video, i get the message that they can't find the site (odd since i am already on it) or some such. i go back and forth between firefox and g and the story is the same on both.

I agree, and today that wouldn't faze me at all. But to 18 year old me, it was crushing. Not long after that, I met my first boyfriend and he completely restored the confidence I lost, and then built it up more.

Recently I was out and about driving around one night, and my hole was hungry for cock. A guy hit me up on Sniffies and said that he wanted to fuck ASAP. I was clean and ready to go, so we exchanged some photos and we agreed to meet for a quick pump and dump. He sent me his location, and when I pulled up to the property I could tell it was mobile home park. It was a little sketchy, but that’s fine. I pulled up next to his address and he was out in front smoking a cigarette and waiting for me. He was not too much shorter than me- about 5’8” I think. He was white, wearing a wife beater, and had lots of tattoos. He had lean muscle and looked a bit worn down, but he was so sexy. I remember him telling me that he was a Night Shift worker and was planning to head to work shortly after our encounter. He offered me some weed and I smoked it with him, but only a couple of hits. He was a bit strange and a bit of a talker, but I just let him talk- I don’t remember what exactly he was talking about. Eventually, he told me to take my clothes off, so I followed his lead. I laid face down on the mattress, which was on the floor. He ordered me into prone bone position and commented on how big my ass and my legs were. I said thank you and chuckled. He didn’t enter me for a little while- he spent some time touching my ass and eating it, talking more about how nice my ass was. He began tapping his rock hard dick on my ass, then proceeded to press his cock against my hole and enter me. As he entered me, I took a deep hit of poppers. I remember loving that moment and being so turned on. All I could think about was how much of a faggot and whore I am. I didn’t even know this guy’s name (let’s be honest- I never do know their names…). We only exchanged a couple of photos, and 15 minutes later he’s fucking me raw in his trailer, and here I am just laying here getting fucked like a whore on his dirty mattress on the floor. It was such a turn on knowing that I was just being such a slut and letting a stranger fuck me raw in a sketchy community. I guess you could say that’s a kink of mine- I love just being a hole for men to use, and I crave submission to men. He pounded my ass from behind, and it didn’t take long for him to finish- about 5 minutes. Once he was done, he abruptly got up and pulled his pants up and talked about how he was ready for work. That was my cue to leave. Fuck, that’s also so hot to me- just knowing that I was being used as a cum dumpster, I had been used and my purpose was fulfilled. Without saying a word, I got up put my clothes on and left. I’m pretty sure he blocked me after- but that’s fine. I don’t have any hard feelings when people do that. In my experience, a lot of more discreet men have complex feelings when post nut clarity hits- I didn’t hold it against him and I’m not gonna try to assume what he was thinking. I was just happy to get used. 😊

That is something I’d like to get trained for, honestly.

Never asked but never said no if they preferred one. At least the first time..

My age

Never.

3. Final chapter (I finally finished a story) — A part of me wishes that working up the courage to execute daddy’s plan was hard, but sadly or truthfully, it wasn’t. I wanted to live as someone’s sex slave. And to find someone as hot as daddy to own me, I knew I couldn’t give up the chance. But I also loved Tom and wanted him to be lost in his lust too. I really believe Tom and I are soulmates, but I’ve also suspected that Tom and Kyle are sexual soulmates. Kyle will always be the hole that makes Tom lose himself. The hole that loosens his chains and offers a pathway closer to his freedom. To be a mindless dumb faggot with Kyle. But Tom loves me more and would rather give up his sexual heaven to be with me. So I needed to bring Kyle up, and guide Tom to the conclusion that Kyle’s hole is the most important thing him, not me. That his sexual connection with Kyle is once in a lifetime. Because I suspect it is. I just want him to admit it out loud. The first time I brought up Kyle, I was at least an hour into edging Tom. He was leaking puddles. I kept him full on poppers and blindfolded him. I kissed his cock head with my hole and traced the entrance. I whispered if he wanted to feel my hole. It’s been so long since he’s felt my hole. He was panting and nodded furiously. I fed him 4 more big hits. I guided his hands to my nipples and he rubbed them gently the way he knew I loved. I took a whiff, and whispered into his ear about how hot it would be if someone was here to play with us. “Yeah? Damn yeah it would,” he said. Does he have anyone in mind because I do, I told him. “No, I don’t. Who you thinking?” He paused. I told him that I’m not sure if he’ll like it because it’s kinda naughty. “No tell me!” he said. “Ok, it’d be so fucking hot if…Kyle was here right now,” I whispered. “Oh fuuuuuuuuuuucck yeah that would be so hot,” he said. “Yeah it’d be so hot if he was here ass up right now begging you for your cock,” I said. “Yeah?…” Tom said “Yeah, and from your stories and how he propositioned you last time you reconnected, he probably loves and misses your cock. He would probably be so hungry for it,” I continued. Tom was listening and panting along. “Oh babe, we’ve been edging for so long. You’d prolly cum within seconds of the fist hole you’d fuck. Damn, so you’d have to choose whether you wanna shoot your load in my hole or Kyle’s…” I said “Oh I can cum again!” Tom reassured. “Yeah, but that first load is going to be a fucking geyser! It going to overflow from any hole. Damn, who would you want to give that load to, baby? Me the person who has been edging you this entire time or Kyle, the hole you’ve been missing for years. Think back to the first night you met him. Sniff. Sniff. Sniff. Big sniff now. Good boy. Think about how good his hole felt for you to want to cum eight times. Did it feel good, baby?” I said. “Yessss, sooo goouddd,” Tom said. “Has it ever felt that good again?” I asked. “Everytime we fuck,” he said. Damn I suspected that but to hear him confirm it was a strange feeling. Or feelings. The first was a crazy anger and jealousy mix from knowing that I don’t have that effect on him. The second was a pure joy for Tom. I was so glad he had found his sexual soulmate. Kyle’s hole makes Tom melt into a dumb faggot every time! That’s incredible for Tom. And the third was a giddy anticipation of the orgasm I was going to have when I see Tom abandon his values to fuck Kyle. It would seal my fate as a worthless cumdump. That I chose to be a sperm bank over the partner of one of the most loving man. “Damn, so tell me baby. Would you rather taste Kyle’s hole again and make your cock sing or would you rather fuck me, your baby who has been putting in all this effort to edge you? Don’t worry baby, lean into the fantasy…” I whispered. “Damn…fuck, you’re so naughty. Damn ok, I wanna fuck Kyle,” he said. “Damn baby, you wanna give Kyle the big load that I’ve been working so hard for? Damn you must really want to fuck him, huh? Sniff. Sniff. Sniff. Three more. One. Two. Three. Good boy. What if he really was here with us right now? …as…a…surprise,” I whispered. “What? That’d be crazy. Ha..ha..wait… is he here? What?” Tom asked. “Hypothetically, if he were here, he told me he wants to know that you would fuck him. Because he feels self-conscious about coming back to you after you blocked him. But he misses your cock, at least that’s what I would assume he would say if he were here, and will only come out if he knows he for sure can ride it,” I said. “Wait babe this is crazy. Is he actually here?” Tom said. “You’ll find out if you answer this: hypothetically, if Kyle were here. If he came out, do you promise to fuck him?” I replied. “Damn this is crazy. So fucking hot. You’re crazy babe. fuuuuuck. Ok yeah I would. You’re cool with it right? If so, then yes! I would fuck him until he taps out! I would fuck him so hard,” Tom said. “So fucking hot babe. Sniff some poppers baby. Yes, more my love. Such a good boy. A little more baby. Hey, quick real talk. You want me to make it happen?” I asked. “Ohhhhhhh fffuuuuuuuck, thaaaats crazy. Yeah I want ittttt,” Tom gooned. “Ok baby, since you want it to happen, you need to take the first step. Unblock Kyle and text him hi. Show me the proof and you get to feel my pussy and flood it. What do you say?” I asked. “Fuck this is crazy. You’re really ok with this? “ Tom asked. “Feel my nipples. What are they telling you?” I asked. Tom hovered over them and did some quick taps. “Oh fuuuuuckkk you fucking slut,” he said, “you’re so fucking horny. I don’t think I’ve felt you this horny in a long time!” I took off his blindfold, looked him dead in the eyes, horny and intense, and said, “So you have my blessing if that’s what you wanted to know. I’m going to take a big hit of poppers and hold my breath until I can’t. If you text Kyle before I need to breathe, then you can paint my insides. If you don’t, I’ll give you hands.” I inhaled. Then expelled all the air and took one massive hit. I rolled my eyes and quickly found his. I glanced at his phone and then back to him. Our eyes met and we both acknowledged that things were going to blow up after tonight. We didn’t know how, but we knew this was crossing a very different line. Because there had ever really been one line: Kyle. We both signaled to each other that we loved them and let’s do it. Tom grabbed his phone. His thumbs were moving! Some taps and he turned his phone to show me the message: ‘Hey Kyle ❤️ how are you?’” The heart emoji shocked me and I lost my breath. He took a big whiff and I lowered myself down on his cock. “Fuck babyyy, do you love him?” I slurred. “Oh fuckkkkkk,” Tom moaned. He exploded and I felt my walls get splattered. I grabbed my laced lube and squirted some on Tom’s cock. I massaged it and told him this lube feels really good on my hole, so I want another load. He said it tingled a bit, and I said yeah and that I loved it! So I stroked him with this lube, pouring some down his urethra too. Coating it slowly. As I stroked, I brought up that fantasy turned into real life play moment that just occurred. The swinging of the sling and the sounds of the chains brought me back. I felt like I was coming down a little. I reached for my drug baggie and fumbled to get the pill inside. Someone grabbed the bag and put the pill in my mouth. At least that’s what I assumed happened. I swallowed my E pill, and sniffed some more poppers. A new cock entered me and I just thought about how that pill could have been something else. And that I’m such a dumb faggot taking pills from strangers blindfolded. The thought turned me on and I started to ascend. The dirty thought, new cock, poppers, and my nipples being played with sent me. I saw the rest of that night. Tom and I fucked like rabbits. Kyle didn’t respond. At least not then. But Tom and I kept fucking around fantasies of him and Kyle. It took some time before Kyle responded, which was ok. I used that time to really normalize the idea. For Tom to understand that I was ok with it. And over that time, I started sprinkling in fantasies of me nor being ok with him fixing Kyle, but Kyle’s hole was right there. He struggled at first, but after enough coaxing that we were just doing fantasy play, he admitted he would fuck Kyle even if I wasn’t fully ok with it. I told him that would probably ruin me psychologically if he cheated on me with Kyle. He felt my nipples and smirked. And after that I would sprinkle in outright cheating fantasies. Tom really got into them. We were also fucking a lot more over this period. I wanted him to pretend I’m Kyle when he’s cumming. It was kinda nice reconnecting with him like this. It almost felt like old times. There’s no denying my love for Tom. But when I fucks me, I remember the past. I’m craving the future where my hole is my partner. So by the time Kyle responded to Tom, he was hungry for Kyle. He had fucked Kyle over 30 to 40 times by this point. Except Kyle was my hole. But now he wanted the real Kyle. After a couple short coffee shop meet ups an a lot of back and forth (and time), Kyle agreed to come over for dinner. In the days leading up to it, I kept edging Tom and told him he should save his load. Then fuck me right before Kyle arrives as a sign that we are each other’s number one. So Tom was horned up the night Kyle was coming over. I had upped the cheating fantasies too. Then during the time we were supposed to fuck, I told him I wasn’t in the mood because I’m feeling insecure about how much he likes Kyle. I asked him if he could keep tonight about establishing connections and then do sex another time? To give me time to adjust and wrap my head around all this. Tom was horny. He knew this meant he prolly wasn’t going to get to dump a load tonight, not into Kyle and not me because me being anxious means no sex. Tom being sweet Tom agreed. I grabbed his dick and said I’ll take care of this later. When Kyle arrived, I put in my warm but cool host vibes. Offered him some wine or a shot if he wants something stronger. He said shot but he wanted me to do it too. I said yes. We took a shot of tequila and bonded over that exchange. I handed him another cocktail shot. Our eyes lingered as I handed him the shot. Margarita I told him. I took him too. I gave Tom one too. I remember looking at the time when they finished the shot. I made sure to move us to the sectional after dinner. As the night went on and I could tell the effects of my special shots were kicking in, I feigned sleepiness. I made my way to the bedroom. As I fumbled my way out of the living room, I told Kyle to please not drive. He can crash here tonight. And then I left. As I walked to the bedroom, I made sure to close the bedroom door loudly. I tiptoed back to a point where I could hear better but they couldn’t see me. Didn’t take long for me to hear him. “Tom…” “…” “Tom, I don’t know what’s come over me but I need your cock. My hole is hungry. It’s like it can sense you,” Kyle said. “Fuck….” Tom said. Kyle got up and took off his pants and sat back down. He showed Tom his hole as he began to finger himself. Tom was mesmerized. Kyle wiggled his ass. Tom was trying to resist, but his right hand betrayed him. He was rubbing his cock through his pants. Kyle said, “What if I milk you? You just sit and try to push me off, but couldn’t because I’m so persistent?” Tom didn’t say anything. Kyle took that as consent and moved toward Tom. He held Tom’s hand and moved them to his waistband. Kyle pushed them down and Tom’s cock sprung up. Kyle reached for my special bottle of lube and squirted some on Tom’s cock and his hole. Kyle was moving swiftly and decisively, completely contrasting my paralyzed Tom. Kyle grabbed his poppers and fed Tom and then sniffed some. He lowered himself and Tom came right away! But that didn’t stop him. Kyle just kept ridding and Tom was still moaning in the pleasure. I don’t know how many times Tom came inside Kyle, but it was a lot. Kyle was intent on keeping his promise of being the perpetrator to preserve Tom’s innocence. So he was riding Tom for a very long time. By the time Kyle’s legs gave out, Tom must have dumped 4 or 5 loads. They started whispering something to each other. Tom brushed aside Kyle’s hair and then held him. Tom started moving his hips! He was willingly fucking Kyle now. I had to go get my big dildo. I fucked myself silently watching them make love. It was slow and passionate. I came harder than I had ever. The next morning, I snuggled up to Tom in the living room. Kyle was on the other side. I stroked Tom’s cock and said I thought it was hot how he fucked Kyle. How I’m ok with this happening more often. He was so relieved. I told him that I had one request: I want to jack off to him and Kyle fucking each other and saying I love you to each other. I thought it would take a lot of convincing, but they were up and making love just like the night before. Their years of orbiting and passion could no longer be contained. Tom found Kyle again and they were never going to lose each other again. Tom fucked Kyle hard and they both said I love you on repeat. They forgot I was there. The rest was sort of history. I did what daddy wanted me to. I got the love birds together. Tom and Kyle tried to be restrained at first. Having rules about how often they could see each other, but after some time, they stopped giving a fuck. No days were off limit. Then entire weeks. Then multiple weeks. Then months. And months and vacations. Tom was having the time of his life, and I discovered daddy wasn’t my solution. I quickly lost interest in daddy too. He wasn’t aggressive enough to by my dom. I had only found one person who was: me. After a short stint with sir, I just stated whoring my own hole out. I knew my limits and my life finally felt in balance. Work during the day, bathhouse whore at night. Every night. Tom eventually told me he was leaving to be with Kyle. We hugged, cried, and said our good byes. I don’t know much about his whereabouts these days. I’m just content being a dumb faggot taking loads. I sniffed some poppers and felt a new cock enter. Thick but not too long. He slammed into me as I wised myself a happy birthday. I felt hands hover over my nipples again, and I exploded. Fuck!

I would love to hear the ending to this story to know what else happened to him

Haven't been to Cumunion in Philly in a year because there is not enough for me there (I'd only get fucked a few times - BTW Cumunion Dallas is a sexual paradise but it all depends on the night, the people, etc.). Having said that I have had really hot, memorable experiences there. The dress code is butt naked, or a jock strap, or a singlet or leather or variations. Also a towel. Full formal wear is a bit discouraged ... Flip flops - I don't. Some do. I have no idea if they are available at the admission area ('cause I don't). Ratio tops to bottoms - I have become almost exclusively a bottom although I have topped there once or twice in the recent past (because some of the bottoms can be superhot and I love ass). It seems slightly top heavy, unusual for cumunion. I could have that wrong though but if so it's not that obvious (IMO - meaning that there are still a heavy percentage of tops, not like in some places where there are a handful of tops doing their best to fuck as much ass as possible). There can also be a percentage of voyeurs and closed group fuckers (guys that only fuck in a particular closed group).

Met up with this hung daddy today ho’s sexy AF. He’s trim, fit, huge cock and got a pair of big balls. Hit him up on sniffles and met on a dead end secluded street and fucked in the back seat of my super duty truck. He pushed in hard and deep in one go and my hole was on fire. I didn’t have any poppers to help relax my ass, but I countered his penetrations by relaxing my ass lips to open up for him fully. He was fucking me so hard and deep, got all the way past my second hole and let out the must animalistic moan while he unloaded inside me. I felt every pulse and felt the hot stream of cum entering me. I’m hungry for more cock. Maybe get some at the gym today.

Nice. I wish I had more than a 6.5 cut cock to throat fuck cocksuckers. I've had no complaints - I just think that I would like to know I'm giving the cocksucker some difficulty.

Cutedicateguy: I am saddened each time someone new says they’re widowed, as it brings back every experience I had almost 9 years ago. That said, welcome to the wonderful world of widowhood….it is tough. I am assuming that you are relatively new to grief and reintroducing yourself to dating…it’s a tough slog. I think that the people who tend to go on dating apps aren’t really looking for Mr.Right, rather Mr. Right Now. I am not sure how naïve wives are…whether expect the vow to be iron clad…this isn’t 1826. Thing is, I can’t fathom why a gay man would marry a woman…especially now, that same sex marriage is here. A lot of DL men don’t have any good information on same sex, PreP or U=U…but who knows….