shinelover

In general I really focus on the top when I'm getting fucked. I don't think about my dick at all, even though I do get hard a lot of the time. For me I prefer to service my top, take his fuck and load(s), and then deal with my own orgasm later on. That being said, if I was to get nailed in that very special way and the top hit all of the right spots, if I could cum hands-free from a fuck, I'd happily welcome that. In the mean time, I like to take care of it myself.

I will be waiting with bated breath . . . and a hard dick, for the next part. This is every pig bottom chaser's dream -if only I'd been born a jock!

Fuck that's hot! I'd love to get restrained and filled up with that many loads of anonymous cum.

PART SIX I awoke the next morning with no clue what time it was, but the sun was already blazing and from the sounds of street activity, it was late enough. Definitely late -I’m sure that I was missing work. HE was sitting up next to me playing with my phone. I was a little surprised to see him here, but grateful, nonetheless. HE ignored me for a moment, and that’s when I realized what he was doing -he was deleting all of the contacts in my phone. Alphabetically he worked his way down the list and stopped once he got to ‘W’ for ‘Work’. Then he handed me the phone. “Here. Call work and quit,” he told me, so matter-of-fact I was thrown. “Huh?” “That part of your life is gone now. Accept it. Time to move on. And you’re moving on with me.” Huh. As simple as that. There was no menace in his tone or anything remotely hostile. In fact it was the first time I felt as if we were just two guys having a conversation. I hesitated for a moment, but it really sunk in that I had gone down a road from which there was no return. I was in all likelihood incubating an HIV baby inside of me (several probably, given the insane volume of toxic jizz I’d had dumped in me recently) and would eventually progress to full-blown AIDS if my recent behavior was any indication. Once I accepted my fate, I called work and quit. They were not happy, and they really weren’t happy that I was giving no notice. Gone is gone, so who cares? I doubted I would be needing a reference from them any time soon. “What now?” I asked HIM. “Now we work together,” he told me, slipping his arm over my shoulders and pulling me close to him. Is this really happening? Does HE want to cuddle? There was such a juxtaposition between the man who was raping my ass last night after basically breaking into my apartment and the man I woke up next to. “Work together how? I’m going to lose my apartment-” And cue the inevitable panic attack . . . “Relax,” he said soothingly, pulling me closer and kissing the side of my head. Seriously? Did he just do that? Maybe I died during last night’s sex and this is what my heaven looks like. Huh. “First of all, I like your apartment and you’re not going to lose it. As a matter of fact, you’re getting a new roommate,” he said brightly. “Say what?” I couldn’t help it. “Who? Not one of those burn-outs that have been using my ass at your place. No offense if they’re your friends, but-” “Not them. And they aren’t my friends, either. Casual acquaintances? Some of them.” “Then who?” “Me,” he replied simply. I looked over and frowned at him. Is this really happening? “You?” “You’ve seen that dump I live in. Your place is much nicer and I assume you would prefer to live here instead of move in there.” I pushed away from him so I could turn and face him. “How? How is that going to work. I just quit my job, and you . . . well, lets be real for a second -you mugged me so that you could make rent. Where is the rent for this place coming from?” “I told you, we’ll work together.” I still wasn’t buying it, and I guess he could tell. “Do you know how much you made me when I sold your ass? I paid the rent and then some. And that was just with those, as you called them, ‘burn-outs’. That ass is worth millions.” My heart sunk into my stomach. He wasn’t moving in with me because he liked me. He was becoming my pimp! Again it was like he was reading my mind, and he reached over, grabbed my hands and pulled me to him. “Relax. I think I love you, too,” he said really quickly before he could chicken out I guess. “I don’t know why, but you really put yourself in my hands and trusted me since we started this thing,” he told me, more pensive than I would have expected of him. “And I’m going to take care of you. That doesn’t mean that we shouldn’t take advantage of your slutty nature. I know that you loved having that hole of yours used over and over again, so why not get paid to do it? Do what you love every day?” I inhaled deeply, holding my breath and mulling over what he was proposing. What true pig wouldn’t want to spend his days with cocks and loads up his ass rather than sitting under fluorescent lighting in some boring stuffy office? I felt my entire body relax into him at that revelation. I knew I could do this. And what’s more, I knew that I could enjoy it. Hell, I’d love it! So he says he loves me -who knows if that’s true? But to have a man say that and still be willing to let your whore around? Suddenly I was getting excited. I think HE felt the change in my body because he laughed a little. “See? You know I’m right. I’ll work the business end of things, setting up all of your ‘dates’ and you just do what you do.” I turned my head and said, “Okay.” He leaned in fast and planted his lips onto mine. Not hard like last night, but an actual kiss. That’s really all it took and we were both in heat again. He needed to fuck, and I needed to feel him in me.

Fuck, yeah. You know how to get us going . . . and then leave us hanging! Awesome story, can't wait for the next installment.

After several failed attempts last night, I slept in today. Woke up still horny -and hungry to suck. Which isn't always the case. So I literally just got done sucking some bi-guy off of squirt. Nice dick, perfect size for me. Sort of a large-average. Perfect size for me to suck for a long time . . . which I did. I usually get bored sucking for longer than foreplay, but I sucked this dude for at least 40 minutes. Now my breakfast of babybatter is in my stomach, I need to find some dick for my ass!

There always has to be a ROUND 2. Don't keep us waiting too long -this is so hot!!

Damn, dude, that does sound amazing. Please write more the next time your buddy plays with you

Thanks, mspsubmale! We are of like minds for sure. That line you quoted is something I've said several times in my own life, unfortunately without same result. I write about this because it is what I want, and I know that it will happen when the time is right. For both of us! More to come soon, by the way

PART 5 Miracle of miracles, I managed to get my tired ass home after another all-night fuckfest. I was too tired to even jack off like I had last time. I felt into bed, still in my sticky clothes, my ass leaking cum and blood, and stinking of sex. I passed out. According to the clock I had slept all day. It was now after 6 pm and I felt refreshed. After a shower and a protein smoothie to replenish my system, I settled myself on the sofa. I was surprised that my ass wasn’t sore. I reached into my shorts and fingered my slack and juicy hole. When I pulled my fingers away they were glossy and slick with semen. My mouth watered and I couldn’t resist sucking them clean. I repeated this a few times, and could not believe how horny I was again. And how I wanted to get fucked again. Am I insane? A nympho? I don’t know. All I know is that I need more cocks and cum in me. I wasn’t sure that I would be up for another all-night whoring with HIM, so I sat around smoking for a while, trying to decide what to do. Eventually I decided that hitting a bathhouse was the best bet. It was not very busy, but I did manage to take a couple of anonymous loads up my ass while hanging in the sling in one of the dark rooms. But after 30 minutes of no action, I decided to head out. There was a bookstore on the way home with some booths that I thought I might give a shot. There were a couple of guys loitering around out front, but when they saw me head into the back they followed, and before I knew it I had a cock in me at both ends. Right out in the hallway. Guys alternated between my mouth and ass, and it appeared that they all wanted to breed me, so I only sucked to get them hard and wet, and when the guy in my hole blew, he was replaced by the man in my mouth. This went on for I think seven or eight guys. After that my body was feeling exhausted again, so decided I felt sated and it was time to head home and try to sleep through the night. I was just turning the key to head inside my apartment when I could feel that someone was behind me. I hadn’t heard a sound, but I knew for certain that someone was there. A neighbor perhaps? As I took a quick step inside, feeling a sudden surge of panic, I felt a large man rush in behind me, slamming me hard into the wall and pinning me there while he reached over and locked the door behind us. Then I felt hot breath next to my face. I thought for certain I was about to die and just closed my eyes and hoped that it would be quick. I was startled to feel a large, warm, wet tongue lick the side of my face. “Mmm, you little fucking whore,” HE said in my ear. Jesus fuck, my dick instantly sprang to life even though I was still terrified. “You just couldn’t wait to get more dick in that faggot ass of yours? You need to be taught a lesson -that ass belongs to me now,” he said menacingly. “You don’t just go whoring yourself at bathhouses and bookstores unless I tell you to.” He dragged me down the hall to my own bedroom and literally threw me onto the bed. I didn’t know what I should do. HE was literally double my size and seemed to be as stealthy as a Navy SEAL, it’s not like I could fight him or escape. I crawled up the bed until my back was against the headboard, but HE followed me up on his hands and knees until he was staring at me with those penetrating eyes, a slightly angry and somehow sexy expression on his face. He reached up, grabbed at my chest, taking a handful of shirt, and literally tore the clothes from my body, starting with that shirt and then with my pants. He didn’t stop until I was totally exposed and naked. A quick yank of my ankles had me underneath him, his powerful legs straddling my mid-section, while he stared down at me. I could see his heart was pounding as quickly as mine, although for probably entirely different reasons. Although, not entirely different reasons. His crotch was mere inches from my face and I could smell his maleness, not to mention I was staring down the barrel of a huge and obscene bulge that as usual had my trashed hole quivering. As if he could read my mind, HE laughed at me. “Fucking pig. Is that all you think about? Sex? Well you should. You weren’t born a slut for nothing. And sluts like you should serve their purpose and make real men like me feel good.” HE leaned down really close to my face now and I could smell Whisky on his breath. In a flash his mouth was on mine, and we were tangled in one of those messy and slightly violent kisses that I’d grown to enjoy. “You want to make me feel good, don’t you?” he whispered, pulling his face away so he could see my reaction. “Always,” I replied in a soft whisper. “I thought so,” he said proudly, leaning down and giving me a quick peck before jumping off of me and standing beside the bed. Fuck, this man had me so confused. He was rough and abusive and treated me like an inanimate object half of the time. But other times, like when he kissed me, I had to wonder what it would be like to be more to him. In a way he was everything I’d always dreamed of in a man. Not what most guys look for, but it’s what I always wanted. His build. His attitude. His need and use of sex. And he would kiss me like that, especially just a quick peck -it is something that you do when feeling affectionate towards someone. It made me feel like me did like me. “Roll over, Fido,” he commanded me, which I did, exposing my bare butt to him. “Good boy,” he snickered, climbing back on the bed and swatting my ass playfully. He immediately inserted his rock hard cock into my ass and truly began to rape me. He was frantic and rough, pounding me deep and hard, growling into my ear as he pinned me to the bed. He seemed to take pleasure in the whimpers he elicited from me with every powerful plunge of his meat sword into my depths. “You need to be reminded who this ass belongs to, bitch,” he reminded me. It was hard to describe this fuck. It was violent and a violation of sorts. But I did want it, didn’t I? My ass yawned open every time I just thought of him. And I had basically surrendered myself to him already, so it was his ass to take. That is what I’ve really always dreamed about but never found -a man who would truly OWN my ass, and use it anywhere he wanted, any time he wanted, any way he wanted. HE really was the man of my dreams. And with that realization, I found myself shoving my ass back to him, encouraging him to fuck HIS ass, the ass that HE owns. He noticed the change and laughed a little. “That’s right, bitch, you know what’s good for that ass. Give it up to me!” he yelled, slamming as deep as possible into me. “You know this is what you want.” “It is! I was made for this, it’s your ass to fuck anytime you want. I want you!” I yelled. “Fuck you, fucking whore! Take my poz load in your fucking whore ass!” he roared, and I felt his balls spray painting my insides with his venomous seed. “Knock me up! Give me your AIDS babies!” I yelled to him. “I’ll do anything you want, I promise. I just need you!” I screamed as my own orgasm was triggered by his still-firing balls. We were so high up that it took us minutes to come down from such an intense climax. We were still joined ass-to-cock, and his arms held me tight to his chest as we lay on our sides panting. “You love me, don’t you?” he said casually in my ear. I didn’t even think or hesitate. “Yes, I do,” I replied bluntly. “Good, then you will do whatever I tell you to from now on,” he said, squeezing me tighter to him. It wasn’t the reaction I’d hoped to hear from him, but I wasn’t disappointed either. Within minutes we both drifted off to sleep, still joined as closely as two men can be joined physically, and spent the entire night exactly that way.

Fuck, man, that's good! This is how I need my ass used, trashed and knocked up!! Can't wait to read more

Thanks, rawTOP. And you're right -I was bouncing between tabs sometimes, so that explains it. The thing about the posts showing up saying they were 20 minutes old -I forgot to mention that after a minute or so it did correct itself. So who knows what happened there. Anyway, thanks for all the hard work

PART 4 Another rough looking character entered, following the obvious sounds of sex. He was decent looking, a bit weathered as they all were, but more attractive than the other men who had fucked me already tonight. He plunked his ass down on the sofa and fished his dick out of his pants while enjoying our little sex show. When HE started getting close to blowing, he took over and grabbed hold of my hips and began piledriving his mighty meat into my depths. We were both breathing loud like bulls, and sweating up a storm. I heard his growl start and shoved back hard onto him. “Do it! Give me that poz cum! Poz me! Poz my ass!” I begged. The man on the sofa laughed at my desperation. “Fuck yeah, piggy wants to get pozzed. Nice! Give it to the slut!” We finished rutting and were both gasping for breath as we stood totally still, his dick remained hard, draining, inside of me. I couldn’t help but wonder how great it would be to spend every day with that cock up my ass. Finally he gave both of my ass cheeks a playful squeeze, one in each hand, and then allowed his cock to slide from my hole. “He’s all yours,” he said to the guy. “Alright! Come on, pig, come and sit on this.” He spread his legs wide and I climbed up onto his lap. He grabbed a butt cheek in each hand, squeezing and massaging them, while I moved up to get his dick head at my entrance. I lowered myself onto him at a steady rate until I had him balls-deep. He grunted, gave a hard shove with his hips to be sure that I had every millimeter in me, and smiled at me. “Fucking hot ass there,” he complimented. He reached behind my head and pulled me to him for a kiss. He continued to sloppy tongue kiss me as he rammed his cock up into me. I tried to ride him, but he was definitely more into thrusting his own hips so I left it to him. I don’t know how much time passed, but I was shaken from our kissing-stupor when I felt his cock firing off hot wet seed into my fuck hole. He immediately pulled my lips back to his, mashing our faces together as he ground his pelvis into my ass to empty the last of his load. After another couple of minutes of this, HE stepped in and pulled me away from the kiss. “Ok, that’s enough of that. Time’s up,” he said, carefully lifting me off of the man’s hard meat. The guy looked a little put off, but he didn’t complain. He tucked his cock back into his pants and left, giving me a wink as he passed by me. And so it went, one after another, a steady stream of men came in the house and fucked and unloaded their high viral loads into my ass. Men of all shapes and sizes, varying degrees of wastation. Some didn't look sick at all while others looked like they were on death's door. I felt like a drug addict -I just couldn’t get enough. My ass was totally trashed and sloppy with cum, and I was still overwhelmed with a hunger for more cock and cum in me. But I was thoroughly exhausted. I lost count of how many of them used me. It had to be between 20 and 30. Easily. By the time the last one left, the sun was out again and I was exhausted. I really didn’t want to have to walk home after all of that, but HE gave no indication that I could sleep there. I stumbled back to the bedroom and grabbed my clothes. I felt almost ill I was so tired. I was moving slow, that’s for sure. My arms and legs were fatigued, and my head was so cloudy. I made it to the front door and took my time putting my clothes on, still without a word from HIM. He had followed me to the bedroom and fell into bed. Once I was dressed I could hear snoring coming from the bedroom, so there was no way he was going to invite me to stay now. Miracle of miracles, I managed to get my tired ass home after another all-night fuckfest. I was too tired to even jack off like I had last time. I felt into bed, still in my sticky clothes, my ass leaking cum and blood, and stinking of sex. I passed out.

I used the new chat for the first time yesterday. Since I was on my laptop the page and font size didn't bother me at all. I did find that I had to keep refreshing the page because messages weren't showing up. After a refresh suddenly it showed several messages posted minutes earlier. When I posted my comments, sometimes it did show up that I'd posted it 20 minutes earlier, so that's a little bit hinky. The delay and refresh thing wasn't constant because some messages showed up as they came in, along with the notification sound. Overall I like it. The background is fine by me, and like I said the size and font work for me, too. Being able to do private chats is really the only thing I was missing. Good job, though. Thanks rawTOP -you keep us pigs happy!

Damn, I'm definitely in need of some more! I feel like a kid in a Dickens novel -Please, Sir, can I have some more?

Please, more!!

Oh fuck yes, that's a great beginning. Looking forward to more!

I hope Kenny gets his gift, but maybe they'll have to keep trying? More for us to read -this is fucking HOT!

Awesome story! I do hope we get to read about their continuing journey together.

Fucking hot experiences! Thanks for sharing with us and keep us posted with all of your piggy exploits

Damn, sounds like he did you right! That's the kind of top my ass is hungry for.

Oh yeah, I'm enjoying this. Hope we get another part soon, thanks for a good start

Put it in writing for him and keep taking his loads!

Fucking hot! You'll have to keep a journal of your escapades while you're on the cruise so you can give us a detailed account.

PART THREE - PHASE 2 They actually all left to get that drink, probably to the dive bar around the corner, and I could have just taken off and no longer subject myself to this assault. However, I was too exhausted and literally passed out as soon as I heard the front door shut. I woke up (I don’t know how long I’d been asleep) at the sound of the front door slamming. In HE walked, but he wasn’t with anyone. “Good, you’re still awake,” he commented, sitting down beside me on the bed and giving my ass a squeeze. “I wasn’t,” I murmured, blinking my eyes to clear things. “Let’s get that plug out of that pig hole. I need back in,” he said, standing and removing his clothes again and then the plug. My ass made a loud sucking sound as it released it’s hold of the plug, and then he dove into my upturned hole, nearly all the way on the first stroke. “I fuckin’ love using this ass. Who knew trying to make the rent would end up-” “If you need money-” I began. “Nope. Got it covered. Well, you’ll pay, just in your own way,” he told me slyly. As he got into a good rhythm, I forgot all about everything else and just enjoyed the deep pounding my ass was receiving from the beefy stud. At that point, I didn’t care what diseases his balls would infect me with. He was just too sexy, and his dick felt too good, to care. There is a point you pass when you've been fucked so often that nothing else matters, nothing of your 'normal' life. You might have a respectable job, pillar of the community, all of that bullshit. But when you reach the point of total cumdump slut, to hell with all of it. You find yourself living for the feel of another dick in your pig hole, and as many loads as you can get crammed up in there. “Oh, fuck, man, give me another load. I love your nut in me,” I moaned. “Pig bitch whore likes killer cum,” he laughed. “Good thing, you already took a lot of it. And you’re going to get more,” he grunted, thrusting harder and increasing the pace. Another few frantic moments and I felt his balls draining in my ass as he growled through gritted teeth. He was like an animal and I loved it. “Now that we got you warmed up again,” he began, sliding his still hard cock from my hole, “that ass is going to pay my rent.” Huh? My ass is what? He saw the puzzled look on my face and roared with laughter. “Last time your ass payed for kneeing me in the balls. This time your ass is paying for being stupid enough to come back for more of my toxic seed. You got to be one fucked up dude to come back for more.” Even though he was insulting me, staring up and him all I could think was how hot he is. “You’re hot. Can’t blame a guy for liking what he sees,” I told him bluntly. He was kind of a mess, obviously, and living in a sty, but he was sexy nonetheless. “Well good for me, then. Now about that ass. While I was over at the bar I told everyone there that I had a cumwhore available to take loads. Twenty bucks a pop.” Jesus, he’s pimping me out. I’m nothing but a cheap (clearly -$20! My ass should be at least worth $100!!) whore. Just then there was a knock at the door. He pulled on a pair of shorts that made both crotch and ass look fucking delicious, and then turned to me as he reached the doorway. “Get up and follow me to the living room. I don’t want these strange fucks doing you in my bed. And don’t let any of that cum in you leak out,” he ordered. I did my best to squeeze my ass closed before carefully getting to my feet and heading into the living room. HE was already waiting with a really ugly big guy. He wasn’t a wall of beefy muscle stud like HE was. No, this guy was just big, might have been muscular at some stage in life. But now he had a round middle along with the barrel chest. He did have a very obvious large bulge in the crotch of his leather pants. Fuck me, leather pants have always done something to me. I don’t know what it is, as soon as I see a man in leather, any man, no matter his body, age, or looks, I get a hunger. Top that with an impressive crotch bulge -what’s a whore to do? Immediately my mouth started watering. This is going to be good . . . The big leather man noticed my eyes transfixed on his crotch and laughed. “Your pig likes my bulge, I think,” he told HIM. “Well, get on it, bitch,” he ordered me. I immediately dropped to my knees and stuck my nose right in that crotch and gave a good hard sniff. I was no longer in control of my actions, my body and my need had taken over. As I sniffed him, my tongue involuntarily slipped from my mouth and began licking his leather bulge. He alternated between laughing at my zeal and grunting from pleasure. His bulge kept growing from my attention, and I was now licking the full length of his hard cock through his leather pants. What a fucking rush! After a while he shoved my face away and began undoing his pants. As much as I was enticed by his leather, I had developed a hunger for his meat, too. He pulled out a choice looking 8 incher which I immediately dove down on. I had always considered myself a very poor cock sucker, and it had never been something I craved or looked forward to. Not like I craved cock in my ass. But ever since HE had turned me out that first night, my body was for everything sexual, no matter the hole. I was only allowed to suck for a few minutes and then HE told us to get to fucking, that I had other customers to satisfy soon. The big man grabbed me under my arms and hefted me up, then tossed me onto my knees on the sofa, my ass to him. With no ceremony at all, he buried his beautiful cock up my behind. This was my new purpose, I knew it now. And I reveled in it, sighing a satisfied sigh as he bottomed out in me. Then I began to ride him as he pounded me. We were moving in perfect sync and it was a great fuck. “He poz?” my fucker asked HIM. “Working on it,” HE replied. “Well, he’s gonna get some good viral seed from me soon enough. I assume you gave him yours, too.” “I did,” HE confirmed. “And the bunch you came with into the bar?” my fucker asked. “All poz. A few are full-blown, too. Hell, everyone at the bar tonight is poz, so he’s going to be one toxic fucking mess. His body will be overwhelmed with all of the mixing viral strains. Might even create a new superbug in him,” HE said proudly. I should have been terrified at the prospect, but I was just feeling too damn good, and I continued to slam my ass back hard onto that hard 8 inch dick. Just as he began to blast my hole full of his poison cum, I heard a knock on the door. HE disappeared for a minute, and then returned with two rather skinny looking guys. Cute, but they’d obviously done their share of partying over the years, plus they had that wasting look. My current fucker continued to drain his balls into me and then quickly yanked out, slapped my ass and thanked me, then left. HE came up to me and turned my head to look him in the eyes. “These two have high viral loads, unmedicated, med-resistant, and full-blown AIDS. They’re not just going to fuck you. They’re doing to double-dick you.” My eyes grew wide because I knew he was talking about double penetration. I’d never tried that before, but my ass had been stretched and abused enough by now that I was fairly certain I could take it. Especially once I saw the two guys strip. Their cocks were not huge, but on the healthy side of average. I couldn’t help but think how strange it was to think that -the only healthy looking thing on either of them was their cocks. And those cocks fired toxic venom. There really wasn’t any conversation, either. The two men lay down on the floor, moving their crotches as close together as possible. Both cocks were fairly straight, so they actually stood up nicely together -they looked like on big dick. By now I was excited for the challenge. Something happens when you get a load or two of cum up your ass. You automatically NEED more. Doesn’t matter who they come from as long as you get them up your greedy pig hole. I straddled the two men and slowly lowered myself onto their meat. My hole was good and sloppy, and gaping, so I managed to get about half way down before I felt like they weren’t going to fit. HE didn’t miss a beat, and came over, legs on either side of the guy I was facing, and stuck his hard cock into my mouth while simultaneously pushing down on my shoulders, forcing my hole to stretch open. Without all of that cum in me, it would not have happened. However, I was nice and slick now, and somehow they managed to get further into me. Yes, I felt my hole stretching and it hurt a little, but I was so wet back there it just felt too good to care. It took me at least five minutes to get then as far as they could reach, and my thighs were in agony. At least with that depth of penetration I could rest on my knees for a minute. Once I’d had a bit of a rest, HE grabbed me under the arms and lifted me a little, only to lower me down again. He was going to fuck me on them. Gradually it sped up until my hole was loose around the two cocks inside me. It was a little awkward doing this on the floor, but I rode them as well as I could. There would have been a little more flexibility on a bed, but we managed. And the guys did their part trying to thrust up into me while I balanced and rode them. The first words they spoke came when the one my back was to announced he was seconds away from breeding me. His buddy quickly said that he was too. With that kind of incentive, I did my very best to bounce on those dicks, while HE helped me out by lifting and dropping my full weight onto them. A couple of deep plunges like that was all it took and both men began to moan as their dicks throbbed inside of me. Not the best position to be in for breeding, their cum spewed from their cocks but ran down the length of their shafts, over their draining balls, and pooling on the floor. After another minute HE lifted me completely off of them and by now I was so open that cum and blood was just freely running down the backs of my legs. Not a lot of blood again, so I didn’t worry. But it did remind me that there was no way their viruses had avoided my bloodstream. They quickly dressed and left, not even a thank-you to me or HIM, and I had a moment to catch my breath. He surprised me by coming to me and kissing me hard like he does, and then he noticed the pool of cum on the floor. “Someone needs to clean that up,” he mentioned, his hand was on the back of my neck and pushing my head down towards the floor. Despite the fact that the floor looked like it hadn’t been cleaned in ages, I fell to my knees and licked, slurped and sucked for all I was worth until I had a belly full of toxic cum. He enjoyed watching this aspect of my hunger, chuckling a bit at my hunger for the cum, but mostly I think it turned him on. When I stood back up, his dick was totally hard in his shorts. I didn’t even wait to be told. I tugged his shorts down enough to free his throbbing meat, and then spun around and crammed that gorgeous dick all the way in me. Fuck, I love his cock. Maybe because he was the one who broke me in, but his meat filled me perfectly. This time he let me take the lead while he just stood there and enjoyed my ass riding him. There was a knock on the door and HE just shouted, “Open!” and remained where he was for me to use him for a change.