tnucman2

I love how quickly you gave in. I can't resist especially when the T takes hold

First time the head of of cock passed my lips I thought "I'm a cocksucker now. I was actually proud of it and tried to be the best. Still love cum in my mouth but I think of it as foreplay.

Got fucked by an 18 y o tonight and he came twice. First time was a doggie style pounding and the only way I knew he came was the reduced friction. Second time we were on our sides with a slow penetrating fuck. We were both pretty relaxed and I could feel him swelling and shoving his cock deeper. I was enjoying the the feeling as I concentrated on milking him with my ass. The focus pId off when I felt the warmth spread through me.

I love taking loads but I would rather be fucked for hours if I had to choose.

Great story. So much like my first slam and breeding.

i was in my mid thirties, married and in denial. When the first cock touched my tougue and slid down my throat I thought "I'm a cocksucker" . I was so content at that moment. But I don't believe any man can resist the feelings that come from having a hard, hot cock fucking you. All men want it and should.

Yeah I don't think standards apply. No loads refused. When my ass is getting really well fucked I don't care what he looks like.

I think that married men who say they aren't getting enough at home as a justification for getting it from guys are lying to themselves. I was married and had sex a lot at home but my fantasy was to get fucked. Finally in my mid-thirties it happened. Now I have evolved into a true slut bottom and I love it every time a cock penetrates and possesses me.

Was spending the night in Lafayette, IN. After a few hours on line guy pops up and asks if I want get bred. When I wallked in he had some leathers laid out for me. Igot the chaps on and I must sayI liked the feeling. I immediately got down and started sucking him off.He kept up a running dialogue about what n excellent bitch I was. He controlled everything which is such a turn on. Year ago I would have been nervous and distracted about whether or not I would get the bug this time. I didn't ask his status. After twenty minutes of sucking he asked if Iwas ready to get fucked.. These days there is no hesitation because I can't resist the thought of a raw cock and hot load of cum in my ass. He did ask me where I wanted his load, just before he unloaded to both our pleasure.

Yes..........

I've never used condoms but I was pretty selective until that first slam. Now I am what I was born to be.

I was always a bottom but tina turned me into the insatiable whore you describe. Great story.

I used to party with some dudes who smoked. Good times, and I would get fucked enough. I kept asking about IV and these guys who had introduced me to tina refused. This went on for several years and since I didn't have a source I would always return when the need came, which was more and more often as I had become accustomed to having Ms t with me. They would always send some home with me to feed my growing addiction. I tried to resist but the effort was futile as I was also addicted to the kinky sex we always had. One day I was on the internet and saw a guy with pnp in his name. I sent him a note. We went back and forth for a bit about what we liked. He asked if I slammed and since I had never heard the term, I said I didn't. That may be why he asked me over. When I arrived he offered me a pipe containing had a good amount in it. I took a couple of good hits and offered it to him. He declined, but encouraged me to indulge. After a few more hits he got behind me and took my shirt off, messaging my neck and reaching down and tweaking my nipples. He murmured he couldn't wait to fuck me, which was music to my ears. I again offered the pipe, and again he declined. He was so nice - and I wanted him so badly. The nipple play had my ass twitching and I was getting a good buzz. That's when he started to explain the merits of slamming, saying it was cleaner, had less waste, and gave a better high. He said he was going to slam before he fucked me, and if I wanted to try it, he could do me first. It sounded reasonable and in fact it was what I wanted. It might have been a mistake not to discuss the right amount but I suppose he wanted my first slam to be memorable. He offered me a drink which I suspect had some g in it. Then he went in to another room to answer a phone call and get his supplies. By the time he returned (dressed now in leather!) I had finished the bowl. He looked so fucking hot. He kissed me, grabbed my hand and led me to the bedroom. He tied me off and easily found a vein. He told me that when he pulled out the needle he would remove the belt and I should put my arm over my head. I don't know how much he used, but I started to feel it before the belt came off. When I raised my arm my knees buckled and I fell back on the bed. For the next ten minutes I was not sure if I woud live or die. Nor did I care. At some point my pants were removed and my fingers found my hole. By the time he returned and pushed my knees up by my head my entire being was screaming for cock. As he leaned down to kiss me and I felt his cock in my crack he asked what I wanted. My reply was that I wanted to be fucked: I needed his cock. As he slid in he asked if I liked the slam. I was in such a state of ecstasy I could not get the words out. As he began to deliberately and slowly fuck my hungry ass, he told me how great I must be feeling, predicting my first slam would be my best, and that I would never go back to smoking it. He also told me that once a true bottom experienced his first slam, he would also experience the meaning of 'true slut'. He continued by saying slamming and fucking go together, and that he would introduce me to guys who would help satisfy my cravings. He fucked me for several hours and the declared a break, disappearing for a minute only to return with a drink and a blindfold. After consuming the beverage I reached for his cock but he slapped my hand away. I begged him to let me suck it. He responded by putting the blindfold on me and then, straddling my chest, he instructed me on how he liked to have his nipples played with. As I was doing that he pulled some cuffs out and got them on my wrists before I could resist, (although I doubt I would have), attaching the cuffs to a rope and then stood up on the bed to attach the rope to a pulley. He then slid some sort of leather contraption up my legs to just below my knees. Then I heard him adjusting some hardware, whereupon my legs were pulled up and apart into a perfect fucking position. He asked me how I felt, to which I answered "Excited and horny." He asked "Do you trust me" to which I answered "With my life." He explained that he was going to slam me again and the fuck me some more. This was to reinforce that he and tina were my new masters. I can't imagine he would give me as much the second time but the effect was stronger than the first and it scared me. But I didn't die and the euphoria and the bliss that followed ingrained in me that this was my new life. Later that night a third slam and some loads from strangers and I have been a bottom slut ever since. I have always fucked bareback but before that day I had always been selective. Since that day, however, I find myself compelled to take any load. I don't ask because the only thing that matters is that I get warm loads of cum oozing out of my cunt on a regular basis. I will always love him for showing me my true self, even when it became apparent that I was just a new customer to him. If he had merchandice he would call and I would drop everything to go buy it. A few times I declined, telling myself I was going to stop. Each time he invited me to his house for sex, but upon arrival I would find party supplies galore, with the result we would end-up slamming and fucking. I could have resisted tina or sex individually but not together.

I was never raped. In fact I never got fucked until I was in my mid-thirties. When I was 15 I was a bit rebellious and left home for about a month. On my second day out I picked up a ride in Santa Monica. He was heading to Frisco so I could get a ride all the way to my destination. About thirty minutes in he reaches over a starts stroking my thigh. I didn't react instantly but when he grabbed my cock through my jeans I politely told him I wasnt into it. For years I fantasized about what would have happened. It was my favorite wanking dream. When I think about how I came to being a slut bottom I tend to regret not taking that opportunity.

I have to agree with you. I have always barebacked and never asked. i appreciate it when guys are honest about their status but I have gotten to the point that I 'I'll take a poz load knowingly. what I don't get is the top that comes over and expects you to have a condom for them

Nice job. Hot fantasy.

You are 100% right. Your the top and if I want your seed (which I do) I expect it raw. The tops in charge and if he wants safe he gets a blowjob. I never fuck with a condom.

On to the point now?

Part three has got to be hotttttttt.

Such a hot story. It is a bottoms dream to give it up like that. After the slam you cant resist.

I have several times. I get the g ready then do a big slam. I drink the g and by the time the rush starts to ebb the g really starts to kick in. I turned into such a fucking slut. I lost all inhibition I could barely control my body. I think it is prolbably the best sex I ever had

I can't wait for the next installment. I hope they are planning on slamming the lad to get him totally spun an piggy.

hottest story ever. the visual is so vivid.