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Mistress looking for a long term sub or shot time sub to dominate and train for the main time Kik me : misjessicahm512 Teams: live:.cid.69084896b5a3ee54 Zangi number -1015610752

I got home in the afternoon and decide to take a nap, I was tired and needed to rest. I woke up around 7pm. Rick was in the kitchen putting dinner on the table when I came out of my room. He kissed me and then pushed me on my knees. I pulled out his cock that was semihard and started to lick and suck his cock. After a few minutes he pulled me up bent me over the dinner table and pulled down my shorts, pulled out the plug and plunged into my ass. Again not saying a word he started to fuck me hard. I grunted in pain as he rammed right into me without lube. There was some wetness so I am thinking there was cum and he fucked me like that hard for a 10 minutes straight. He didn't waiver in his rhythm fucking me. I pushed back on his cock meeting his thrust. My cock was hard and leaking and I started to cum as he was raking my prostate, my ass convulsed and squeezed his cock pounding me. He moaned loud and picked up his pace shortly after cumming in my ass. He finished and pulled out. I dropped to my knees and cleaned off his cock. It was covered in some blood and cum. I then leaned down and licked my cum off the chair and on the floor. He put the plug back in and we sat down and ate dinner. We talked about day and I told him about the men I gave bj too and what they wanted to do to me. "I am glad you were able to hold off and not let them fuck you. I know it must have been difficult. Your pussy was hungry when I fucked it. You squeezed me really hard and you came so strongly" he said "Yes I was. I was tempted but I want you the one to breed me and impregnate me." I said "What made you tempted? Tell me what aroused you. Don't worry I am not mad" he said I explained how each man smelled especially the last one and how he had a huge cock. I also found him attractive. I told Rick that I think I like the older man type with a huge cock. He smiled. Then I told him he also had a biohazzard tattoo which I knew it meant he was HIV positive and that made me want him more. "Why does that turn you on" Rick asked "I think it is because of my time at the ABS. It was the HIV + guys who fucked me the best. They are more primal in their fucking and the way they took me was incredible. Also I feel like I can feel their cum better in me" I said. My cock was hard now. "That is what turned me on. But I thought of you and us. How much I want you make me pregnant. " I said He leaned over and kissed me. We cleaned up the kitchen and watched TV. He fucked me again on the couch and we cuddled and finally went to bed around 1am. He woke me up again mounting me without warning. Only him scraping my insides with his fingernails was a precursor. He fucked me good and came in me. I also came without touching myself again. We ran errands separately. I ended up going to campus to try and give head. The campus was fairly empty with only a few dozen student and faculty on campus. I gave two bjs one to a student who was probably only 18. He was nervous and it seemed like it was his first time. He wasn't that large around 6-7 inches. I got him hard and he came pretty quickly but he had a huge load that it overflowed a bit out of my mouth. I sucked him dry and he pulled back. The other was to an older guy with a larger cock. He lasted much longer and my mouth started to get tired. He finally nutted in my mouth a nice load too. I decided to dig out of campus as it was clearly no one else was going to stop by. I went home and took another nap as I was a bit tired maybe cause we stayed up too late last night. I woke up late around 8p and ate dinner. Rick said he was out with friends and wouldn't be home until it was late. I was still tired so I decided to go to bed in my room early around 10pm. I woke up Monday morning feeling rested but still a bit tired. I went to work and went thru emails and had a few meetings. Professor Post was out of the office and not going to be back until tomorrow. I went to my classes and then met some friends after school at a bar. I had something to eat and drink. I was buzzing and still feeling tired so I went home around 9pm. I took a nice hot shower and went to Rick's room where he was watching TV. I cuddled up to him and we watched TV. I ended up falling asleep on him. He woke me up and I walked to bed. "I am so tired and beat and its only Monday" I said "Get a good night sleep boy" Rick said. I fell asleep as my head hit the pillow.

Jockstraps only. Love my cock constrained by the fabric, but my hole easy access

Commando mostly, otherwise boxer briefs or jockstrap.

@viking8x6 can you fix my typo "comments" on an image

Fuckin love getting bukkake action especially when it wasn planned like at the bookstore on a busy day.

post-phalloplasty ftm transsexual man. neg. not on prep. nnw side of city - rogers park area. cum knock me up with your toxic seed. i can no longer deny this burning need to chase dirty loads and get knocked up. I need this to happen.

Might be made for guys into forced feminism.

What a sexy story!

More so for those of us in the ChemSex section and who live in the boroughs and only find guys with 8 to 10 inch dicks. I was a top till I moved out of Manhattan, found Tina and went from having an average dick (6 inches) to always being smaller than my dates.

I would love to be an anonymous hole for anyone that wanted to dump a load!! I would not want any money.. just cum.

Oh god. ME TOO. I love it when you see a guy who has smooth arms and super furry legs or vice versa. The juxtaposition is very hot.

Too bad I'm too old... Has anyone seen or heard of porn jobs for older men?

You would have to seal it somehow so that it was not exposed to air. Otherwise it will turn to ammonia and you don't want that. If you've ever smelled a dildo that sat too long with cum on it (as in days) but wasn't allowed to dry, you know what I'm talking about. Your best bet would probably be to put the loads in condoms and tie them shut as close to where the loads stop. then put those in a ziplock baggie and that in a small box. (End Pervert Hints from Daddy).

Hope you write more soon

Commando and boxers for me, for play time it's all jock.

This happened a number of years ago. I booked a room at the Parliament House. Got a room at the back part of the complex and immediately stripped down and left the window drapes open and the door open. Then laid down, ass up in bed. Wasn't long before some guy stopped at the door and said he wanted to fuck me ... I just wiggled my ass at him and it wasn't a minute later I felt hurt his cock at my hole. I pushed back so he pushed inside me. He said We have a slut here guys, so I knew there was someone else with him. He slid deeper into my ass while someone climbed on the bed and pushed their hard cock against my mouth. My eyes were closed so I had no idea who was in my ass and my mouth. They fucked me until they both came in my ass and then there were other guys lined up ready to use my holes. I could hear the heavy music beat of the club next door but didn't realize they announced there was a slut in room number x. I was fucked and bred for the next several hours until about 3am and found out the next morning the guys at the front desk fucked me too. The guy in the morning fucked me in the office next to the front desk. Good times!

Does anyone know if I can edit the previous post? Did a re-read of the first part and found some things to change. The re-read got me hot... so wrote some more - also kind of quick and unedited. 2. On the edge When did Emilio grow those horns, I thought hazily. The ringing in my ears pitched higher as the continuous hits caught up to me all at once. I felt as is I was going to explode. They were talking but nothing registered. I could only hear the wet smacks as Terence's insistent drilling pulled out the loads from the previous days that now puddled at the base of his dick and dribbled down his inner thigh. "Hey," Emilio said, smacking the side of my face. If he thought that would clear up the ringing, he was wrong, it possibly only made it worse. "Shit," he said, frowning at Terence. Or was that an evil grin of encouragement? I couldn't tell. Who was he? Did I care as long as he injected me? With cum? Or meth? Both, please both. "His pace or yours?" Emilio said, jabbing Terence in the chest. I think he had asked: did you go at his pace or yours. Pace was the only word that I heard. Ace. Puh-ace. Pace. All I can do at this point is try to piece together the conversation. Terence laughed and took a hand off my nips to grab at the finger and stick it in his mouth. With the loss of that sensation, I bucked against his cock, whining for its return. "Mmm," Terence moaned, swirling his tongue around on the finger, which I assumed was dirty. In short order he spat out the finger and then pushed it into my mouth. The stench of piss was still strong despite Terence's cleaning. I suckled greedily, whimpering and trying to get Terence's attention with more fervor. Finger back on nip! "Of course, I went at my pace," he responded with a shrug, grabbing for the hose instead of my nip. Dutifully, I brought my hand to light the flame. Hopefully, if I do a good job, he'll put that finger back... or use his tongue! Emilio clicked his tongue, as he dropped a backpack on the floor next to us and began rifling through it. "You remember that he's relapsing, right? Can't keep up with you just yet," Emilio said, head down and looking for something in the bag. Terence didn't respond. He simply nodded at me to kill the flame, then dropped the nozzle and then reached over with his hand to tap at Emilio and then pull him into the shotgun. As they blew the clouds back and forth, I snuck the nozzle into my mouth to suck up the remnants. Ever the vigilant hawk, Terence saw me with an eye slit open. He guffawed, "and yet look at that, the tweaker still wants more." Emilio opened his eyes to see as well, then leaned in to take my smaller shotgun, too. "Well, yeah," he said when he broke the kiss, "of course he does, tweakers relapsing are like dogs with food. They don't know when to stop. Eat themselves to death they might. That's why they have masters to look out for them." "Does he have a master?" Terence lazily replied, letting his free hand flop to the couch instead of my nipple! "It's not either of us, right?" Emilio brought something out from the bag. I couldn't see it clearly. "No, but we still gotta treat this pup right, don't we? That's how we train them. Push their limits little by little," he said. I heard the sound of a spray canister shaking and my attention snapped over to him. Please! Terence chuckled before moving in and assaulting my other free nip with his tongue again. Heaven! Please, take me there! Emilio sprayed the Max Impact into a rag now stiff with chems and cum, and pushed it into my open mouth, almost drooling with anticipation. Unlike poppers or meth, where the stimulation is immediate, Max Impact works differently on me. The ringing in my ear grows louder (and with the meth this time, it was a cacophony), and my whole body feels numb and flaccid. I can't speak, and I can barely hold myself up. Knowing this, Emilio moved around behind me for support, so that as I went limp, I still stayed upright. His warm hands wrapped around my shoulders and kept me there so Terence could continue his fucking. What the spray does do for me, is amplify rhythm. The frantic beating of my heart thanks to the stimulants, the pounding in my hole thanks to Terence, and the mental mantra that plays in a staccato rhythm - Drugged up whore. Cum slut. Meth addict. Toxic waste dump. My head lolled forward and a hand kept me from crashing into Terence. Terence - I could still feel his expert ministrations on my nips. Tongue and fingers. Adding to the rhythm in my mind. Meth. Poppers. Max Impact. Smoke. Clouds. Shotguns. Train wrecks. Dabs. Nails. Darts. Bumps. Piss. Thud... thud... thud... It was my heart. It was my ass. It was Terence's dick. It was a virus, insistent, demanding. It was Emilio's words of encouragement, softly whispered so that they wouldn't be heard, but would join the chorus in my mind, subconsciously and hypnotically driving home that ultimate truth. That I'd never be sober again. I emerged however long later from the vortex in my mind. The ringing in my ears was still there, but now it had regressed back to the melody of meth. I opened my eyes. Fuck I still couldn't see clearly. I was really fucked up. Terence was sucking on the nozzle busily himself and lazily blowing clouds in my face over and over. Emilio's hands had replaced Terence's on my nipples. Against my lower back, I felt his hard cock grind slowly up and down, against a wetness that could've been his precum as well as my meth sweat. I leaned my head back and rested it against his shoulder. My mouth opened slightly and Emilio dipped down for a sloppy kiss. I tasted piss and cum. We parted and I saw the devil himself smiling down at me. "How did that feel, boy?" he said. I grunted, struggling to articulate a response. Hell, it felt like I was struggling to just breathe. Thud... thud... thud... Terence continued on like the Energizer bunny. "Nod your head if that felt good, shake it if that felt even better than you thought it would," Emilio said I tried to make out a smile and it felt like I didn't even know which muscle to pull at. Something must've formed on my face because Terence laughed. "See?" He said confidently, still blowing clouds, "we're doing a good job." "I think so, too," Emilio murmured as he kissed across my jaw, to my ear where he nipped and dipped his tongue fully inside, the dull ringing replaced by the hollow swishing. "So, does that mean you're ready for something else in that hole?" He said, grinding more intentionally against my back. I shuddered, then gathered all my strength to shake my head visibly and emphatically. It had been days of fucking and my ass was way too sore for double penetration. Coming to Terence's was always a mistake. But one I always made. I suppose you could call that a habit. A junkie's habit. Emilio gently pushed me forward and rubbed his cock further down the small of my back. I felt the head of his dick pulsating against where Terence was still steadily pounding away. In my spun out state I imagined it merging with Terence's, becoming one giant cock that penetrated to the core of my being to deposit that dark seed. But I couldn't, it would rip me open. Already, Terence was getting me sore again. I shook my head again. This time I licked my lips as well and tried to speak up for myself. "Sore," I managed to croak out after what felt like several minutes. In that moment, Terence responded by brushing aside one of Emilio's hands to latch his mouth on my nipple. His tongue expertly working my most sensitive part. I groaned. Fuck Terence. I heard an approving rumble from the beast behind me. "Are you sure?" Scared that any words would betray me, I simply moaned. "Tell you what," Emilio said, "I'm going to put something up there, but I'll give you a choice. It doesn't have to be my dick, but if it's not, well, I have a whole bag of tricks with me." The backpack. I'd forgotten. That's what he'd gone out to get. Terence isn't big on sex toys, but Emilio's collection could rival that of any sex shop. I licked my lips again and forced the sentence to come out the way my mind wanted, rather than the way my nipples wanted, "it might be even bigger than a dick, hurt too much." "Smart boy," Emilio said, "what if I promise it will be smaller than my dick?" I couldn't think straight. I didn't want to answer. I just wanted Terence to cum so that I could take a break. Terence isn't a fuck all night (or, in this case, all day) type of guy. I could hold out just for a bit longer. Then maybe I'd go home. I just moaned and tried to shake my head again. "But you have to choose," Emilio said, "it's one or the other, there's no refusal." I remained silent. The quiet punctured the air. "Or... I could choose for you," he whispered darkly into my ear. Terence's tongue flicked faster. I almost said Yes, but ultimately, managed to utter a "Fuck" instead. "Something... something smaller," I whispered my response. "Good boy," Emilio said, patting the top of my head. "Terence, babe, pull out just a bit would you mind? Let me get some leverage." Terence pulled me against him and helped me straighten my weak thighs so I could come off his dick. Damn, that required him to stop licking that nip. Emilio, at my back side, expertly supported my ass with one hand, while pressing against my thigh with the other to ensure I didn't fully come off. The stillness, after the pounding, suddenly felt foreign when I longed for familiarity. I heard wet sounds. "Mmm," Emilio murmured, "this cum inside you tastes so good." Terence asked, "does it still taste like piss, too?" "Very faintly," Emilio said, "I think that was all sucked out quite cleanly." Terence laughed, rubbing my head in praise. In short order I felt something firm and slightly cold meet Terence's frenulum against my hole. Emilio began pushing on it gently as Terence held still. I winced a little as my ass opened further to accommodate, but luckily it wasn't the largest thing, whatever it was. I felt the dick begin to slide back into me soon enough. Whether it was Terence pushing or Emilio guiding him in, I didn't know. It only felt like Terence's dick added a little to its circumference, like a dick sleeve, albeit an oblong one. Once again I felt the base of Terence's dick as he guided me back to an upright position. Emilio's hands were rubbing my thighs, guiding them to fold back down on either side of Terence's legs. The position was fine for now but I'd have to change soon, my knees were feeling the strain. Terence looked up at Emilio, "well that was easy." I huffed mentally, easy for you to say. Emilio nodded, then picked up the bubbler on the side table. "Yeah, it was just a devil's dick that I had been defrosting on the way over," he said before taking an inhale. Terence grinned, "dirty loads?" I moaned, fuck yes. Emilio bent down to shotgun him. I watched them swap the clouds back and forth with a mixture of relief and envy. A weird sensation. They parted and Terence blew the remaining wisps into my face. I tried to not inhale. "Nah," Emilio said, flicking on the lighter again, "do you know how hard it is these days to collect that?" Terence nodded, it was true. Terence started playing with my nips again, almost absentmindedly, as Emilio inhaled. Once his lungs were full, I could see this time he was aiming for me. I closed my lips thinly, indicating that I'd had enough. Emilio shook his head and pinched my nose shut with one hand. Damn it. I opened my mouth and he pushed the cloud into me quickly, then unlatched before I had a chance to blow it back. Instead, he moved his hand to cover my entire mouth, stopping me from blowing out. "Nothing special about that cum other than the fact that it's got a massive booty bump mixed in." My eyes widened as my heart jumped, but whether from the cloud or the news, I couldn't tell. I shook my head emphatically but Emilio kept his hand in place, forcing me to absorb more. "Ngh!" a high pitched groan emerged. Terence gently pinched my nipple at that and I yelped. "That's no way to thank someone," he said, chiding me, even as he licked his fingers and began to gently work the nip again. To Emilio he asked, "how much?" "Let's just say that I don't check, but I like my bumps to feel like slams." I shuddered in fear. "Weren't you just saying to take it easy?" Terence said with a grin. "Sure, but it was too late, you already got him all fucked up." "Hell yeah," Terence said as Emilio took his hand away and I finally breathed out forcefully, dismayed to see only small wisps emerge. I looked up at him, the shock forcing sober words clearly from my throat "we'd been smoking non-stop for a long time already! Already so sore!" "And this is the medicine you need," Emilio said nodding his head. "Fuck!" I said, this time with actual anger. I began unfolding my legs, but within seconds, Terence had pushed down to pin me while Emilio pinned my arms in a bear hug and further weighed me down from the back. "Just let it happen," he whispered, "breath into it." Obviously, I had no choice, but if my jagged, erratic attempts to breathe into it were any indication, this bump was going to be a wild ride. "Do you want another cloud?" Terence said gleefully. "Fuck you," I said. He nodded, "maybe later. For now," he said as he stopped pumping, "damn I can feel the wet of that melting cum!" So could I. And it wasn't a shard, I realized as a wave hit me. It was all melted into the cum already, for a much faster activation. I was nowhere near a baseline from the hits I'd shared with Terence, and now... Now it was entirely too much. Bumps hit me different than clouds. I felt the warmth radiating from my core as if the deepest innards of my asshole were screaming to be filled. As the warmth reached my head I felt the pleasure pound like waves against the remaining defenses of my mind. I groaned deeply. Someone was on my nips again. Someone pushed me forward. The wall dug into my forehead but this pain was nothing compared to the pleasure that was rising. "That's right, boy," someone said, "feel that. Meth and pleasure. Nips and pleasure. Cock and pleasure. Poz pleasure. All of it, combined." I got lost in the sea of my dirtiest thoughts. But the images this time came so fast and splintered I couldn't even describe them. I just know they were nasty. They were red, and brown, and black, and white. They were faces, and cocks, and asses and cum. They were the devil, they were demons and demonic. They were numbers and letters. They were wild and wilder and wildest until they were nothingness. They were me in an orgy with myself and I. They were me clinging to the walls of the church of meth built out of nothing but shards and licking frantically like a deer in summer. The sound of bubblers echoed within the hallows of this sanctum. Somewhere out there my priests were smoking. In here, I was drowning. The waves battered me and my body splintered against sharp rock and jagged coral. No! They were not of the sea. They were shards. From another planet. Filling me with more of the toxic chemical. Blessed sweetness. Bitter poison. I want it all. "Shit!" I bellowed. I heard both of them laughing. No, you idiots! I see it, the bigger wave, it's coming. "Use your words," Emilio said. "He probably can't talk, it's been a good hour, so I imagine it's all really hitting him," Terence murmured. I needed to time it right, but I couldn't explain it. "Fuck me," I said breathlessly, blinking the sweat drops away so I could try and focus my crossed-eyes at Emilio. "Yes, boy, that was the idea." I noticed he still had a light grip on me, as if ready to keep me from jumping off at any moment. But why jump off? I would never do that when what I wanted was more. And quickly, quickly, hurry it up now! As if through a psychic connection, Emilio wasted no time. Within moments I felt the urgent pushing of his dick into me. "Want help?" Terence asked as I hissed, waving the brown bottle in front of me. Wordlessly I took it from him, threw the cap off and began to huff diligently. Terence only chuckled and latched onto my nip immediately to encourage the addiction. Each huff brought a multi-dimensional color to the big kahuna wave I saw in my mind's eye rolling toward me. I couldn't stop. "Just hold the bottle there," I heard a voice say. I complied. The wave morphed, larger and larger as I felt my ass opening wider and wider. I don't know for how long. At some point there were no longer poppers in my hand and Emilio was fervently pounding away at me. Each burst of pain I felt, but somehow also only served to bring the wave closer. More! Did I say it? Somehow I got another cloud. The pounding in my ass. The METH in my ass. The DRUGS in my system. I am your junkie! I screamed at the wave. More! Did I get another cloud? I felt momentarily frustrated, now they weren't even doing anything in the face of that wave. More! Emilio growling. Terence's tongue lapping. Fingers on my cock. Fingers on my balls. More! I felt poppers but I wasn't holding anything? More! Meth, always meth after poppers. But I'm already full of meth? I already am meth? More! The wave crashed. My ass ripped. The roar of an entire church meld with the big bang of a universe.

Years ago I used to go to Club St. Louis as I frequently traveled through that area. I loved that place and it was never a disappointment. Always very clean, usually quite busy and with a really diverse - and filthy;) - group of men! Although I don't bottom very often, I got fucked by this really handsome Iranian/Italian man when I was there once and I decided then that that's a really good combination!

I'd love to see him slip and get bred by one or more toxic guys I see him being so horny for the fuck ,especially when he's not converting yet, and the big gorgeous cock is toxic. Dan tries to behave by insisting on a condom. As his pounding continues and the condom hurts his ass he slowly starts to reconsider. When he can tell the top is 'getting close ' Dan can't help himself. He works the condom off and guides the raw poz cock in just in time to receive all the toxic cum. One slip up and the toxic cum magnet in his gut is on and strong ... unlike his willpower to hold off for Rick to knock him up!

I woke up Sunday morning super horny. I knew what i was doing today to waste my day. I prepped then hit the apps. Hit up a guy looking to fuck anon. Told me his apartment would be dark and to follow the sound of the music then get on the bed head down ass up. About 30 min later i was finding my way in the dark to where i got in position. I was happy to find poppers on the bed. I did a good hit and waited. Soon afterwards i heard the door open and footsteps. He slapped my ass twice then dove his face in. He was so turned on. He slapped my ass and ate my ass for about 15 minutes. Then i felt the head of his cock against my hole. I took another hit of poppers as he sank his raw cock in my ass. I could feel he was a bigger guy. His belly and thighs pressed against me as he buried his cock inside me. I love size difference sex with a bigger top. I am 5’6” 165 and fit. He fucked me really well for probably another 15 minutes. He stopped only to hold the poppers to my nose then right back to fucking me. He stopped one last time, made me take another hit but this time he hit it also. He then started fucking me to the finish like. He said “do you want this 7 day load faggot?” I said “Yes sir. Please breed me” and he pushed me down to the mattress with his body weight. I felt His cock pulsing inside me. He shot a huge load. He got up and walked out of the room. My head was spinning. I tried my best to collect myself and i got dressed in the dark and walked out of his apartment. Hood over my head. He already asked if i would ave down to hang in his dark bedroom while he and his friends play video games so they can take turns breeding me. I hope this happens for real. Well, after leaving his place i pop on grindr i get hit up by a “63” year old that looked well into his 70s. I have had such a thing for older men lately i was all in. He invites me to his place. When I get there the front door is open so i walk in and find this little old dude who looks way closer to 80 than 63. He pushes me to. My knees and pulls out his cock and it’s semi hard already. I suck him and he gets harder. He has me get on the bed on my stomach and he climbs on, lubes his cock, and slides in. He didn’t say anything about the load in me already and neither did i. He fucked me slow and steady. Stopping often. This went on for at least 30 minutes. I noticed a few times his breathing got slightly different but for the most part he was stoic as i was moaning from his thick cock. He finally climbed off and he said “fuck, i cant cum any more”. My ass was worn out and leaking. He told me he came three times he was so turned on his cock never went down. He wants to fuck me again. Maybe i can report back if it happens.