LAmischief

A couple of weeks ago, I developed a skin rash, no doubt because I’d been cycling my ass off trying to get in the best shape of my life before the cruise and the swimwear modeling stint. So while I looked good, my skin was in need of a little care and feeding. When oral antibiotics didn’t work, I needed to check in to the hospital just for the night so they could do IV drugs. It was no big deal. They even gave me the celebrity suite all to myself with a huge walk in shower. It might as well be the Four Seasons. I didn’t even bother to get into a hospital gown. Just slipped off my clothes down to my boxers, let them plug me in, and turned on some ball games. I must have dozed off because when I woke up there was someone checking my IVs. Once the haze lifted, I noticed he was stunning. Ridiculously hot. Porn star hot. And underneath those hospital sweats, it looked like he had a body to match. When he realized I was awake, he said, “I’m your night nurse. Just checking to see how it’s going.” Then he proceeded to take my vitals. I was so glad there was a blanket over me so he couldn’t see the tent creeping up in my boxers. He smiled and left and I wished to god my right hand wasn’t stuck with an IV so I could jack off right there. But I tried to settle and get back to the TV. I was about to doze off when the door opened and he walked back in with some juice. “What’s that,” I asked? “Your doctor wanted to boost the meds with this. It’ll make you a little drowsy so don’t be surprised if you nod off.” “No worries” as I gulped it down and he took off. About ten minutes later, things started to get a little wonky. I wasn’t able to see the tv that clearly so I turned it off. I figured this was the “drowsy” part so I just laid back and let it wash over me as I went into this dream-state. Or at least I thought it was a dream. Next thing I know, my nurse is standing at the end of the bed with a big smile on his face. I look around and the curtains were drawn and the door locked. I also noticed that both my hands were tied to the bed. As I glanced back to his face, he said, “if you’re good and quiet, there won’t need to be a gag. Besides, they are used to screams on this floor all night long.” I had no idea what he meant, although I admit I wasn’t sure this was even real so I didn’t say a word. Then I saw him pull up a syringe, walk over and put it into my IV. As he depressed the plunger, he said I should take some deep breaths and just relax. I felt the warm tingle go up my arm and then up into my throat and my tongue started to tingle. I felt short of breath so I let out a cough, which worried me and I got anxious. “That’s completely normal. Here, try some more juice.” As I drank it, I felt that tingle move down my body and my pelvis start to surge up as my asshole began to throb and kagel. I went from dreamy to alert to horned out of my mind. As I lay there, strapped to the bed, I watched him pull the IV out and put a band-aid on. Then he proceeded to pull my covers down and look at my tight, ripped, lean body. He seemed to nod in approval as he muttered, “They are going to love this.” I watched as he picked up my boxer shorts and noticed I was flaccid, which made no sense since all I could think about was pulling my dick and coming. Next thing I know, he’s got another syringe and points it towards my cock. “You might want to look the other way, but I promise, it’ll be painless.” He lied. I felt a sharp prick as I watched, completely shocked and horrified, as he stuck the needle in my penis. It was over in seconds and I could feel more tingling happening there. He cradled my cock in his hand for a second and looked up at me and chuckled. My eyes must have been like saucers. Then I noticed my cock was growing in his hand and growing and growing. He treated it like a newborn pup, just before he put it in his mouth. He took it out and said “mmm, salty pre-cum, then leaned over and put his tongue in my mouth.” I tasted it as well. And my mouth and tongue went crazy for his as my pelvis began thrusting up and down begging for attention. I was about to vibrate out of the bed when there was a slight knock on the door. He turned and smiled and said, “Just wait. You’re gonna be very happy tonight.” He unlocked the door and in walked two more guys in hospital sweats, just as hot as he was. One looked older, grey haired, very masculine…the other was Latino with warm buttery skin and this wry grin on his face. They took one look at me and said to my nurse, “Damn, you hit the jackpot.” At this point, I didn’t know what was going to happen, but I admit every fantasy imaginable ran through my mind. I watched as all three guys wrapped a tourniquet around their arms and pulled out orange pointed syringes like the one that went into my IV. They were so relaxed as they each punctured the skin, drew back this swirling rush of red blood, then proceeded to count down, 3, 2, 1 push. As they each pulled out their needle and ripped off their armbands, I saw my nurse let out a little cough. He smiled and said “I gave myself a little extra…just to make sure tonight is special with this one.” The others laughed and then they turned and looked at me. I felt like carrion in the desert about to be eaten by vultures. What happened next was even harder to describe as they proceeded to take off their sweats, revealing these muscular, perfect bodies…and fully erect large penises. The latin guy’s was hooded, which I love, literally leaking pre-cum. They then walked over, took off my boxers and proceeded to start sucking my cock, fingering my hole, touching my body and kissing me. It felt like an electric current was running through my body. My nurse was the first to climb on the bed, lift my legs, and thrust his cock in me. I assume it was due to all his pre-cum because my ass was already wet. He had no problem getting inside when he moaned in pleasure before starting to build rhythm. The other two were touching each other and playing with their asses and cocks while they watched as my nurse start to build up steam. “What do you say I plant some seed for you guys?” “Hell yeah, let’s load him up.” I watched as his face began to turn flush, his rhythm increased, as he thrust it into me. Then he let out this grunt sound and practically tore my second backdoor open as I could feel him ejaculating into my cavity. I even felt the vein on his cock throbbing, as he kept ejaculating. He lay on top of me for a second, covered in sweat, waiting for his breathing to return to normal. Then he pulled his cock out, jumped off the bed, walked over and fed it to me. It was literally dripping in cum. The other two proceeded to laugh and I heard the word “flip?” I assumed it was to see who would fuck me next but instead, they untied me, put me on all fours horizontally and as one guy shoved his cock down my throat, the other guy mounted me from behind. They were laughing and moaning and I could hear the sloppy sound of cum being churned in and out of my hole. Next thing I hear is “you ready?” “Let’s do it.” They both sped up their motions and, amazingly, I felt a gush of cum down my throat and in my ass simultaneously. I was in heaven. They proceeded to put me in every position possible in the room. They even got me in the shower where I was able to feel their amazing skin and touch their bodies all over. Suddenly they pushed me down. I thought I was supposed to suck them all off but they held my head back as they each began to pee on me. I admit, I was so whacked out, I even opened my mouth and drank some of it. Sounds disgusting now but in the moment, it made me even hornier. Their tee smelled odd, making me think that I must have gotten even higher off of it. Before the sun came up, I had been used in every hole and every position by every guy and then showered off, put back in my boxers and laid back in bed. I was blissed-out with a huge grin on my face as I watched them get their scrubs back on and walk out. My nurse came over, put in a new IV and hooked me up to the machine. He pulled out another needle and put it in my IV fluid and said, “Here, this’ll help you sleep it off until mid-afternoon. Oh, I’ll let your doc know you’re going to need to stay another night to get more IV meds.” All I could do was smile and nod as I watched him walk out of the room and my eyes slowly closed. I woke up with the sun blazing through my window. In walked my day nurse, Leilani, from the day before. She took one look at me and said, “you must have had quite a night. You’ve slept all morning. Didn’t even wake up for your vitals.” Groggily I said, “Oh, I dreamt all night. Lots of tossing and turning. “ She seemed a little confused but just nodded as she walked out. All I could think of was how long before the Night Shift?

I guess my friend had remembered me mentioning it the last time we played, because what I thought would remain just an ornate, twisted, over-the-top fantasy came true last weekend. I had hopped online the night before, knowing that this would be the first time in months that I could play and really get twisted. So when I saw my buddy online, we made plans to hook up the next night. That’s also rare because usually I’m spontaneous about these things. But he was a lot of fun the last time we played so I thought it was worth setting something up. It also gave me a day to stop eating so I would be especially clean and ready. Being a whore with manners, I made sure I was running on schedule, having thoroughly cleaned and shaved and worked out. When I texted him I was ready, he said he wanted to “shake it up” a little and suggested that I arrive at his door blindfolded. My ass twitched, since this was part of my fantasy I had been working out in my head for months. Cue Fantasy Part 1. 20 minutes later, I was knocking on his door, with a bandana tied around my eyes. I was truly in the dark…and heading further into the darkside. I heard the door open and, just as it did, I thought I heard footsteps behind me, but my host just grabbed my arm and walked me in. Come to think of it, he took me straight to the bedroom and I don’t know who closed and locked his front door. I was too pre-occupied to think about it. Seconds later, I was tied to his bedposts. He was wasting no time. Cue fantasy part 2. The belt went over my arm, I heard the tear of the alcohol wipe and felt the cool rub on my excellent veins, then pop. He let out a slight “ah” as he must have had no problems registering, then I felt a slight pressure as he pushed it in. Suddenly he pulled out the needle, put a tissue on it and barked at me “slide down!,” which I did without hesitation. Doing so meant my arm was over my head, off came the belt, and then BOOM. I tasted that metallic taste under my tongue, my heart started racing, my chest seized a little and I let out a slight cough, which meant it was the perfect amount. Then he told me to sit up as he put a glass to my mouth, which turned out to be some G. I dutifully drank it and then he put the glass down and said “I’ll be right back.” It felt like forever as all the meds started to kick in. I was squirming in my clothes, started to feel like a caged animal, as I heard the sounds of the bareback porn playing in the background and wishing it was me getting gangbanged by a group of hot muscular white guys and their PA s. Finally I head the door open and my host said “you okay?” All I could mutter was “please fuck me. Now.” I heard him undressing and finally he came over and started to pull my shoes off. Or at least I thought it was him. All of a sudden another set of hands grabbed my head and turned it sideways into the path of a thick, swollen cock leaking salty pre-cum. I didn’t have time to say a word when it was shoved down my throat. I’m not usually oral but with all my pent up horniness, I swallowed it eagerly until I was gagging. Meanwhile, someone was yanking off my pants, pulled down my underwear and sucking on my cock while a lubed finger started exploring my already wet, twitching hole. Then the cock pulled out of my mouth and someone sat on top of me and literally ripped my t-shirt off, leaving me bare chested and my six—pack stomach that I’d worked so hard to maintain exposed. Then my legs went up and I felt the tip of a slick cock at my hole. My heart was racing and I was about to press my hips forward when the cock started to push through my notoriously tight backdoor. I let out a groan of slight discomfort, which turned into a moan as soon as it entered my hot hole. I grabbed the cock with my sphincter and pulled it further in and gradually it started to develop a rhythm, going from slow, to faster to deeper, to almost pulling out to thrusting in, to harder, until I was virtually upside down and someone was slamming their cock into my body, crushing my spine as they tore up my hole. I was in heaven. So was the guy fucking me because I could hear him laughing and moaning in pleasure. Somewhere along the way, my arms were untied and I was moved into every position while the two guys (I guess there were two) took turns fucking me. Cue Fantasy part 3. I’d reach down to feel the shaft of their cock in my hole and felt their cum pressing out the sides. Again, I’m not oral, but I took my fingers and licked off their cum like it was Kentucky Fried Chicken. Over the next hour, I felt them shoot at least two loads a piece in me as my hole became sloppy with cum. Suddenly one guy said “I gotta go” and I heard my host say “go ahead”. Next thing I felt was the warm, wet sensation of tina piss flooding my ass. He must have been carrying a day or two worth of tina in there because as soon as it hit me, my eyes rolled back and I went flying higher than the slam. He was so turned on by that that he started to fuck my piss-loaded ass until I asked him to stop and let me go empty out before the bed got messy or my stomach started churning. They lifted me up and walked me to the bathroom and closed the door. I could hear my ears ringing. Or was that the buzzer? I let out the voluminous piss and jumped in the shower to clean out and wash off all the sweat from the fuck session as well as my elevated temperature from all the meth coursing through my body. The warm water felt so good all over as I used my hosts shower gel with menthol to cool off my skin. I got out of the shower and wiped off and looked in the mirror. My eyes were filled with that powerful look of lust. I thought in that moment, I looked as good as I ever had…but that’s also a result of the enhancements. Suddenly there was a knock on the door and I was told by my host “don’t come out without the blindfold on.” “Yes Sir” I said. “And let us know when you’re coming out.” “Okay, give me a minute.” After wiping off thoroughly, I dutifully tied the bandana over my eyes and said “I’m done.” As I opened the door, I felt two sets of hands grab me and walk me back over to the bed, where I was tied up again. This time my other arm was wrapped with a belt. “I’m good. I’m plenty high from the piss”, I said. But there was no answer and no stopping. Wipe, Cold, Stick, Pressure, “slide down”!, belt off and BAMN. I couldn’t believe I could still feel it but it was as powerful as the first one, which must mean it was even stronger. Now I was just a pair of holes to be used anyway possible. I was jerking and writhing and begging for any dick I could get. Then my hands were untied and I felt someone grab me and stood me up. I was given another swig of G. Then they proceeded to put me in a harness, leather cock and pair of boots. Cue Fantasy 3. I heard the flash of a camera and what sounded like a chorus of voices affirming that I looked hot. I was put in a few positions for the camera then put back on the bed spread eagle. Then I felt my bandana being untied and suddenly I looked up to see the bed surrounded by 4 older, masculine, muscular guys of all races. They were all looking down at me like a pack full of lions about to eat their kill. I gasped and smiled and said “um…hey” and let out a wry grin. I looked over as one big black bull of a man finished off slamming. He took off the tourniquet and handed it to the next guy, turned and looked at me like he was going to tear me apart. Then he laid his huge body on top of me, started passionately kissing me and feeling my body and fingering my hole. Seconds later, he’d put lube on his 8” cock and was entering me. I started immediately bucking on top of his dick and riding it for dear life, using my boots as leverage. He let out this laugh and said “we got ourselves a wild one.” Then he proceeded to start plowing away as I just moaned and grinned and started sucking on the first cock that came towards my face. Over the next few hours, the five of us played out every conceivable position and scenario as I was fucked and rimmed and kissed and massaged and treated like a porn star. Cue Fantasy part 5. By the time we all started to wind down, my ass and a few others was dripping cum and my rosebud was swollen and twitching. As we all lay there, taking a breather, I looked around at their faces. Everyone looked blissfully aware that we had experienced one of those awesome nights that should be savored and recorded in this story for posterity. And yet, even then, I wanted more. I always want more.

you're right...you've done a good job of policing the minors...again, not an indictment, just an observation that one man's vice is another man's fantasy..which are usually the same thing.

Thank you both for the intelligent read. You're both right. Of course, this section is called Chem Sex Fiction. Nowhere do I indicate that it's true (or not). In addition, there are quite a few stories in this section that are, in my opinion, offensive, involving cruel, inhumane and non-consensual behavior, often with minors. Again, in my opinion. That said, I've had plenty of people write that they were very much aroused by this story and/or they could relate and identify with the experience. This just confirms that sexuality and fantasies are in the eye of the beholder or, in my case, in my ass. Enjoy and/or Ponder, Everyone. LA Mischief

I’m pretty vague on the details. That’s what happens when you get twisted out of your mind for three days and zero nights. It started out rather benignly. I had no plans and, after no play and working out every day for a few months, my testosterone level was soaring, my body looked good and my ass was primed. So I jumped online and was hit up by a guy who I had tried to play with before. Only I had failed to mention that I didn’t have any favs and could only pitch in until I was in the car halfway there. Turns out he didn’t have enough to share so we took a rain check. Tonight, he planned on cashing it in and within an hour, I was driving over. When I arrived, he was a nice-looking guy. Masculine, laid back, not tweaked…in fact, rather subdued, with a muscular body and what looked like a very nice package. I’m not sure he was interested but he didn’t kick me out either…in fact, no one ever has. The place was a nice, which is rare, because the tweakers I seem to always find rarely know how to clean their sheets, much less decorate. Not that it ever stopped me from staying…or coming back. He was nice enough to let me toke on the glass cock while he prepped our rigs. I’m still new to the slam scene so he was willing to handle the whole business and admin. I admit I also love the thought of a guy corrupting me. Watching the look in their eyes as they send me spinning and start begging for cum. In fact, I had told him that the few times I’d slammed in the past, I rarely coughed. He must have taken that as a challenge because as soon as he pushed the liquid into my veins, I felt my chest seize up and that metallic taste in my mouth. A few coughs later and I proceeded to strip down to my boots and jock and start stroking my cock as my ass got wet and started twitching for action. Unfortunately, he wound up taking a while to hit himself and by then, well, things got a little fuzzy. I’m pretty sure I had already started looking for action online. I hate to admit it but, when I’m flying, I start obsessively looking for more guys…can’t stop…can’t be dragged off line…can’t put down the mobile. Even as guys are taking turns plowing me, I’m complete obsessed with who else is online and who else wants to fuck me. I’ve been fucked up down and sideways while simultaneously on my mobile hitting up new guys to come over and fuck me. I’m not proud of it. And I suspect that’s what eventually ended my night with this guy because I wasn’t giving him the time of day. Shameless. Embarrassing. Bad form. So I headed out to the car…well, almost. It was the middle of Hollywood and still early on a Friday night. So I thought I’d take a little stroll. I was flying like a kite but still managed to keep an eye out for the cops. Of course, when high, you think every guy you see is dying to fuck you. I’m sure if the cops had stopped me, I would have expected them to plow my ass over the hood of the car while in handcuffs. Fortunately that remained just a fantasy in my head. I hadn’t gone far when, up ahead, I noticed a guy who seemed to be on the prowl as well. As I approached, we started talking. It took awhile before I realized I’d played with this guy before (but I didn't reveal that to him for hours.) In fact, I recall he had a beautiful big dick and had no problem slamming me and pissing a gallon of t-piss up my ass. Of course, he was flying too. We walked back to my car and he arranged for us to swing by his dealer and pick up some stuff. Then we headed back to his place but, no surprise, I was ready for more than one-on-one action. So back online…. Within minutes, I’d found a hot young guy, who wasn’t typically my type but anyone who says “sure I slam” gets my ass to twitch. We drove over to his place in WeHo and he was definitely hot. Thing was, he lived in a tiny room and he had pesky neighbors who complained. So he texted his buddies up in Hollywood and off we drove again. Once we arrived, it was clear this was a classic tweaker house. Eviction notices on the door. Torn screens. No furniture. Sheets on the windows. Crap everywhere. The shower was broken out of the wall, and there was black water backed up in the tub. Sheer filth. But did I turn around and leave? Hell no. The hosts were also young guys. Turns out they were a couple and had been together for a long time. I couldn’t figure out what they were up for but I didn’t care. Me and the other guys slammed, cough*, and soon I was getting fucked and pissed in on the one twin size bed in the whole place. I was flying and I wanted everyone. So I managed to get one half of the couple hard and, after asking the boyfriend’s permission, sat on his beautiful large cock. Then I needed to clean up so I headed to the bathroom, but not before backing my ass on to the other boyfriend’s cock and making him cum in my ass, practically against his will. I jumped in the shower to clean up and start round 2? or was it 3? I’d lost count. I returned to the sex den, with the smell of piss and cum and, I'm embarrassed to admit, probably some other smells that shouldn’t have been there. There was just no way to get clean in that place but no way I was going to leave or stop. Again, I got back online and started inviting guys over to a place I didn’t even own with people I didn’t know. I couldn’t keep track of who was coming but I never turned anyone away. Every hour or two, I’d go answer the door, dressed in nothing but a hoodie. And as soon as they got a look at my ass, they came right in to the pigsty, got naked and shoved their dick in my hole. One guy I remember was a breathtakingly beautiful black guy, ripped to shreds, stunning face and dick of death. He kept fucking me and saying “I get you all to myself, don’t I?” I just smiled and nodded…anything to keep him fucking my hole. Another guy came over who had been hitting on me for weeks. Turns out he has a reputation for getting too whacked out on G. And sure enough, that’s what happened. Then one more guy showed up who was older, taller, thicker, masculine and hung. He wasn’t partying, which usually means I get to be plowed for hours. And he did. Within minutes he fucked two loads in me. Later on, he just pounded away flipping me around in every position for probably an hour. Finally I had to take a break, which may have happened twice before in my whole life. Finally as the sun rose, I decided it was time to call it a night (day?). Somewhere along the way, I’d lost the first two guys who brought me over there. I headed out into the sunlight and from there, I honestly can’t say. I’m a blank. I think I headed to some video stores and thought about the Coral Sands but I didn't feel like paying. Soon it was dusk and the hits starting to happen online. One guy wanted me to come over so he could slam me and play out my fantasies of being tied up and blindfolded, slammed and fucked. But he was at work so I had to wait a few hours. Right. Like that would happen. Then I got hit up by one of the hottest fucking guys ever. I couldn’t believe my luck. Plus he was just around the corner in Weho. When he opened the door, I had to try hard not to gasp. He was fucking ripped to shreds, sexy as hell, and I could tell he’d been going hard for a few days. I thought for sure the guy wasn’t interested but I didn’t let on that I was lacking in confidence. I asked to take a much needed shower so I could clean out. Then he set me up with his pipe and some porn while he showered off as well. We took some swigs of G and did some shotguns and soon, we were going at it. To my delight, he was more than interested. He was on fire. Even he was surprised how hot he was for me. Granted, it was the G, but you know when there’s still a connection, chemical or not. He was turned on by everything I did, whether it was my ass squeezing his cock, or the stories I told him of my debauchery, or the sly grin and cocked eyebrow I gave him when he looked at me, or the way I stroked his cock and ran my fingers down his 16-pack or squeezed the muscles on his back or took charge and rode on top of his cock til he was squealing with glee. I acted like I didn’t give a fuck if he thought I was hot or not. Guess what? Fake it til you make it. We went at it hot and heavy for a good 3-4 hours but I had promised him to leave by midnight so he could get a decent night’s sleep before work. I looked pretty cocky packing up and leaving on the dot, which I could tell made him even more turned on. Little did he know, I had another pig date lined up. But when I got downstairs, I got a text cancelling the date. Turns out that guy doesn’t like to be second. Ha. More like 6th or 8th. There I was, tweaked on G and T and around the corner from Vaseline Alley. A quick walk through there and I literally had 3 cars chasing after me. But I always get wigged and never know what will happen, afraid I'll get busted or worse, they will want to use condoms. So I headed over to the Tom Kat theatre. I hadn’t been there since I lived across the street from it back in the early 90s. I had heard you could get really nasty there on a good night. But this wasn’t one of them. The guys were creepy and it wasn’t clear to me what the hell I was supposed to do. Fantasies aborted, I left and went back online in my car. That’s when I found another guy who had been hitting me up for awhile. I’d been sharing my fantasies with him for a few weeks so when I asked if he was looking for trouble, he said hell yeah. He had a guy over and was about to slam and had a rig already waiting for me. When I arrived, he was, again, older, masculine, low key. The guy he was with was a bit nervous and not really sure about our game plan. Of course, I lined up first to get slammed and didn’t think twice when he put the needle in my vein and registered. At some point, I must have said I could take as much as .4, which in retrospect was fucking crazy. Because when he pushed in the plunger and pulled off the tourney, I thought I was going to leap out of my skin. I had never been sent so far so high and within seconds was dripping with sweat. It was clear I was over baked, but even then, I calmly headed to the bathroom to shower and cool off. The other guy was more than a little annoyed that we were both so twisted and soon left. My host was a little unsure of what to do…and didn’t seem ready able to fuck in his state, if you get my drift. So what’d I do? You guessed it. I was back online and the whole world started hitting me up. Soon I had a gaggle of guys over including the guy who was the first to ever slam me and who I always think about playing with again and again. (Nothing like a masculine ex-porn star who enjoys getting me twisted and whoring me out.) Tragically I had gotten some wires crossed and a guy I didn’t remember inviting over showed up. We’d played before but he was definitely not on my wish list. I still don’t know how that happened except I think he has used a different screenname. Then he asked to be slammed and I should have warned him. The poor kid went bug eyed and just lay there, stiff as a board like a corpse. He refused to eat or drink or shower off but finally, after a few hours, he came down and decided to get out of there. It still took him hours to get a cab and leave. By then, there were at least 4 guys over there, although in fairness, it just wasn’t working. All of us were too high to fuck and/or too spent to do anything but stroke their pitiful cocks and stare at porn. The one guy I thought was hot as hell wasn't that interested in me. Hours later, I had come down and, after getting one last mercy fuck and a huge load in my ass (from the hottie), I showered off, drove him home and headed home myself. (I never have a problem driving while twisted...although it's still a bad idea...one of many that I indulge.) I spent the rest of the week trying to piece together all these parts of my run, touching base with my hosts to thank them and apologize for my obsessive behavior. I may be a whore but I’m a whore with good manners. I made sure the kid was okay. And waited for what I knew would be the worst Ikes ever. Tragically, it was worst than I imagined. I’d collected a stomach STD and, within days, was wiped out and dehydrated and had to check into the hospital for 36 hours. Nothing like a call from Public Health to really remind you of the consequences of your behavior. But that’s what happens when you have filthy pig sex. It wasn’t the first time and I doubt it will be the last. Oink Oink.

I've been playing Jekyll and Hyde for awhile, but slamming has brought out an even more twisted side to my alter ego. Now I'm fantasizing about being blindfolded and tied up and force slammed and pimped out. (Ok, I've fantasized about being pimped out for awhile now.) I love the few times I've slammed...especially the one time when I coughed. I rarely lose control or seem tweaked or spun, so that coughing caught me by surprise. It turned me on so much I was ready to go for hours...with anyone or anything. I especially love BBC when I'm twisted, not that I'll turn away any hard dick when I'm high. I've been hanging with some homeboys down in South Central. They can't get enough of this normal looking, hot, white boy with the ass that won't quit. I swing by and pick up my friend, we score enough for the two of us, head back to his place and slam, then he invites his friends to come over and take turns on me. One night there were 7 of them in the room...although most of them were too tweaked to play. I love one guy who kept saying "fuck, I want to own him" meaning cum in me. As a cum and t-piss whore, that has me all horned up. I had one guy who couldn't keep off of me...wanted me so bad. Turns out he had just got out of prison and this was his first time partying and playing. I headed over to his place and let him piss in me, then fuck me for hours. I know it's sleazy, dirty, twisted and dangerous. That's what makes it hot. There was also this black couple I've played with. I'd gotten high earlier and they were just smoking weed and coke, which does nothing for me (not that I said no when they offered). They were hot, one older and muscular, the other lean and ripped and both hung. The guy couldn't keep from cumming as soon as he got in my hot ass, which is the ultimate cumpliment...as long as they can get hard again and leave more deposits. And they let me watch their straight porn of black guys gang banging white girls...you know that's hot, especially when it was happening live to me. One day they were taking turns with me on their pullout sofa in the living room in the middle of the day. Suddenly there was a knock at the door that was unexpected (or so they claimed). They opened it up and there stood one of their buddies, must've been 6'5". He took one look at me getting fucked, walked in and pulled his 11" cock out and let me suck it while I was getting pounded. Then he stripped and plunged his cock mercilously into my wet hole. Turns out he is married, that's right, to a chick...which is my fantasy of having a guy go home with my ass juices all over his cock, and so turned on that he walks in, forces his woman down, and plows her pussy while thinking of me. You know he jacks a load so hard up her twat she screams with glee. Or maybe that'd be me screaming. Hope so. (True Story)