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

2. I couldn’t control myself. I slammed myself down on his cock. It felt amazing. It was rock hard and thick. It had that hard ridge in the back the ran like a pipe to his head. Not as thick as Tom but much longer. It hit places Tom could never. And in that moment, I projected all my fantasies for a new life on to this stranger. He was a merely a muscular, hairy, rugged, attractive middle aged man who was there to smoke and fuck a slut. In my mind, he was the dom to whisk me away from my mundane life. To corrupt me into being the immoral slut of my dreams. So I bounced on his cock and rubbed my hands all over his chest and abs. The drugs, muscles, and fantasy rippled through my body. I was getting a body orgasm. And my mind warped to that night when Tom reconnected with Kyle and I came three times fucking myself. The jealousy and fear hit me and I came. My hole was orgasm along with my cock. My brain was in another dimension, but I was quickly brought back when I felt the pipe pushed into my mouth and heard this god say, “Inhale.” I reached for my bottle of poppers and sniffed hard. I repeated several more times. I felt the guy fucking me grip my torso for balance and stability. He was pounding my hole and using the momentum of the sling to increase his ferocity. I couldn’t really feel his cock. Probably smaller than the other guys tonight. Didn’t matter though. I just wanted loads and to usher in my 40th taking cock. I wanted as many loads as my 8hr reservation would allow. I sniffed more poppers and let my mind drift to the past. I inhaled the white smoke and my thoughts were racing. I couldn’t get it out of my mind. That being fucked by this god while high doesn’t feel as good as when I fucked myself to the thought of Tom and Kyle fucking. But it wasn’t that. It was the combination of being fucked by this god and thinking about Tom and Kyle that gave me the best orgasm of my life. My hole got hungry again realizing that. I started to bounce on daddy’s cock. He hadn’t cum yet or at least I didn’t think so because his cock was still rock hard. So I bounced and babbled. I babbled about how good it felt. How his was the best cock I’ve ever had. How I wish I could be fucked like this every day instead of by Tom. How I wished I could just take cock while Tom spent all his time fucking Kyle. Daddy stayed mostly silent through this babble. He would grunt or tell me that I’m pathetic, but that was mostly it. I was narrating my fantasies to this god while stretching out my hole so that Tom wouldn’t be able to feel it. I didn’t know it then, but my body had begun devising a plan to get me to my new life. I was rotating myself on daddy’s cock. Descending at different angles to open up my hole. I was intent on hollowing myself out so deep that Tom would only feel air if he tried fucking me. Not that we were fucking that much by this point anyway, but I wanted to send him as many subliminal signals as possible. For him to slowly realize that I was no longer his. Daddy let me go to town. He was resting his back on the headrest. One hand playing with his nipples, the other holding on to his pipe. We were both using each other. Two horny gym bodies there to unleash on the other our pent up sexual energy. I was a crazy party bottom with an ass that took his dick no problem. And he was the permission I needed. So I told him about how I want to get Tom to be with Kyle, but Tom is so loving and wouldn’t want to leave me. I looked deep in daddy’s eyes for answers. Instead he held the pipe to my lips and told me to smoke. So I inhaled deep until the smoke was all gone. And I did it again until either his generosity or desire to fuck me up further ran out. And as I gyrated in his cock, I poured some lube in my hole to make it easier to slide back and forth on him. I looked back to him and I heard daddy’s voice in my head. “It needs to be Tom’s idea,” daddy’s voice said. I smiled at him. “Thank you, sir!” I said. “It needs to come from Tom! But how…?” I looked to daddy again for the answer. Both my hands found my nipples and I started to glide over them, which me me moan in pleasure. I’m sure that I looked so slutty riding daddy’s cock, caged, and playing with my tits. This daddy was bringing out my dark side just like I knew he would! And then I heard his voice again. “Edge him to fantasies of Kyle. Make him cum to Kyle.” That was it! I needed to inception Tom. I blurted, “I’ll be able to take your cock all the time sir with Tom distracted by Kyle!” I leaned in to kiss daddy. To thank him for helping me figure out how to transition to my new life! The rest of the weekend was magical. We kept partying. He fucked me. Other guys fucked me. Daddy left Monday morning for work. I had the place for another 3 days, but things were slow. And after the rush I felt with daddy, the rest of the guys didn’t feel as amazing. I was chasing a high, even though I was still really high. Daddy left me with some big shards. I bought his pipe and lighter from him too. So I was still high, but being high for the rest of my motel week wasn’t the reason I bought the goodies from daddy. I was going to infuse some in my lube at home and use it to edge Tom. I was still partying because I’m a greedy little slut. I remember checking out a bit early and going home. Slept for a very long time and thought about daddy’s plan to inception Tom into cheating in me with Kyle.

For those who enjoyed reading my this, let me know what themes/plot points/moments you liked! — Maybe I’m a coward with a sick and twisted mind. Who cares honestly. My mind is drifting in and out of consciousness, bouncing between the immense pleasure pulsing from my hole and the drug-fueled haze of the past. This stranger is pounding away at my hole, intent on dumping another load up my used cunt. At 39, I’m finally living a life that makes me feel whole: spending most of my waking hours working out and getting fucked. It’s taken me years to admit that my fulfilling life doesn’t involve fighting the good fight. I chased after degrees, titles, and projects that would signal an accomplished life. But deep down, I felt trapped by the mundaneness of routine and rules. It took me a while to admit that I’m selfish and the only things I care about are cocks and cum. I’m vain. I love having a muscular body to seduce other men. I love flexing my butt or stretching my arms to reveal my toned abs. Despite being a tenured professor at one point, I’m actually a dumb faggot deep down. Arghhhhhhh, the guy fucking me moaned. He thrust in me hard one last time before pulling out only to be replaced by another guy. I didn’t know what they looked like because I was blindfolded. I could see faint lines of light, but everything was hazy. My body was humming from the Molly, weed, shrooms, and poppers. As the new guy found his rhythm, my mind began drifting again, almost as if the rhythmic fucking was the key to start my walk down memory lane. I met Tom when I was 29 and in my second-to-last year of grad school. The sustained stress of a PhD program unearthed and magnified my childhood traumas and fear of abandonment. I wanted a safe, stable relationship that could help me heal from my past. But I also knew that was the trauma talking. The thought of “wanting safety” had become an overbearing bodyguard, one that stood firm between me and the greater unknown. But also one that had backed me into a small corner. Of course, I didn’t have this clarity back then. Meeting Tom at the height of my life stress made me cling on to safety more than anything. And Tom was and still is the sweetest, most loving man I have ever met. He received all wounds with open arms. Supported me through the rest of grad school, encouraging me every time I wanted to quit or panicked because I felt inadequate. He was beautiful inside and out. Tom has these rich brown eyes that matched his skin tone. Those brown eyes gave such sweet, loving gazes. His nose and jaw were sharp and masculine. But his lips were large and soft, so delicate. And his cock. Oh god. That’s what really drew me to him when we first met. When he sent me dick pics over Grindr, I knew I was going to have fun. It tasted and felt even better in person. So thick. 6.5”. Husband dick. Or so I thought at the time. He came over. Fucked me. We cuddled, and the rest was history. Those first few months were magical. I thought I had found my sexual match. He quickly learned that I love having my nipples played with. Tom was always down to breed me. He could go multiple times, sometimes even staying hard after cumming and could go again (slowly at first). One time I got curious and asked him what the most times he’s cum with someone in one session. Eight times. It was with he ex, Kyle. He met Kyle over Grindr and was going to be one of two guys to fuck Kyle. The other guy passes out after dumping two loads into Kyle, and Tom ended up staying up through the night fucking Kyle. No drugs either. He said Kyle’s hole was magical. He could slide in without lube and just start fucking. He said Kyle’s hole made his cock twitch and tingle in ways he had never felt. And Kyle had this chaotic energy to him that made the encounter so fun. Tom’s eyes were elsewhere as he was telling me. His cock was rock hard, leaking, as he recounted how amazing Kyle’s hole felt. Tom said it was a bad breakup, but he would love to fuck Kyle again. Of course I freaked out hearing that. Christian trauma and abandonment fears were like the angel and devil on my shoulders, except both were telling me in unison to freak out. So I did. And Kyle became a sore spot in our relationship. A couple years into the relationship, Kyle had reached out to reconnect. Tom and I talked it over and I said it would be ok as long as Tom sets boundaries. They met up and talked for 3 hours. Didn’t do anything. And I trust Tom (we were still living in different cities). He told me about everything after and assured me nothing has changed for him. Little did he know, I impaled myself on my largest dildo and came time. I was horny by the fear and jealousy of losing him to Kyle, of him wanting Kyle more than me. And the thought of that made me fuck myself again. I wanted some loads real bad. Went on sniffies and got some guys by campus to come fuck me. I sniffed so much poppers that I went blind for a few seconds. I felt a high so exhilarating that I never wanted to come down. Alas, I came down and came. Got a load and had tuckered myself out. A few weeks go by and Tom says that he still has complex feelings for Kyle. They hung out again and Tom said he felt this pull towards Kyle. I freaked out. I told him I found this hot, but also that I don’t have the bandwidth to navigate this right now. He agreed and paused reconnecting with Kyle. Such a loving man. Sniff, someone said as they held a bottle to my nose. I sniffed hard as someone played with my nipples. He hovered over them gently and it felt so good that I squirted through my cage. Sniff! My body began to fade into the past again as the poppers began to swirl through my lungs. Four years later, things were starting to feel stable. I was done with grad school and finishing up my third year of my tenure track. Tom and I had been living together for about three and a half years. We moved in together right after I graduated. The first year was tough. It took us a while to calibrate to each other’s idiosyncrasies, but with enough time and patience, anything is doable. Our home was like a well oiled machine. We had also done a lot of couple’s therapy by this point. I was able to confront my abandonment fears, and Tom showed that he wanted to spend his life with me. We opened up our relationship and it was great. Well it was great and confusing. Tom fucked so often. So did I. But just not each other. Tom wanted to, but I just wanted to be ravaged by men. It was about quantity. I felt a rush when men lust after my body and hole. I should have known that I never truly dealt with my emotional trauma. It had simply transformed from fear to a need to be desired. External validation was my new dopamine. Being loved by one amazing man wasn’t enough anymore. I needed more. I remember it was around the one year mark after we opened that I grew restless. The overnight or weekend cum dump sessions weren’t enough for me anymore. I was growing tired of the balancing act I was doing. Coordinating my life with work and Tom meant I could never really act on my sluttiness on a whim. Everything had to be scheduled, meaning being a faggot had to be scheduled. But I had worked so hard for this life. Worked so hard to build my relationship with Tom. But my hole by this point had a mind of its own. It would rumble and vibrate telling me it was hungry. Sometimes I swore it would send my mind visions of the type of cock it was craving. Then I would need to hunt for this cock. But I could never stay out for too long, so my hole was never satisfied. Weekend motel sessions became the highlight of my month. Fall 2023. My foggy brain can’t pinpoint the month, but I know for a fact it was autumn 2023. Tom was gone for 3 weeks between seeing family and for work. I prepped for a week long cumdump session at my favorite motel. I set my out of office emails and notices, put up ads on all my fav sites, got drugs, and went to the motel. I had an abundance mindset. I wanted everything and nothing was too much. I was high on molly and weed. Four or five guys had fucked me by this point. My hole was humming. I was so happy. I was playing with my hole and nipples. Switching back and forth with one hand and scrolling on my phone with the other. He walked in. My eyes and lips went soft and numb. I couldn’t believe the god in front of me. He looked like if an Abercrombie model grew up to work as a mechanic who still worked out. Muscular but daddy. His shirt clung to his muscles. He was tall and hairy. His face looked serious. I wanted him with all my being. I perked up and slowly crawled to him, from the bed to the carpet. He looked down at me and didn’t say anything. He inspected my eyes carefully and then pulled out a pipe. He told me to standup and suck it. I stood up faster than you can blink. I never wanted anything more in my life than to have sex with this man. I mean that. I loved Tom, but this wasn’t about love. It’s about desire. And I have never desired another man more than him. I projected all my dom fantasies into this man the second he told me to smoke from his pipe. Not a question but an order. A fantasy I had replayed in my head a thousand times. I saw myself being owned and trained to be a nasty cumdump. Daddy’s sex slave. Daddy’s cash cow. Daddy’s faggot. I was leaking possibilities. So I looked at him with big puppy eyes and inhaled as he lit up that pipe. And he kept the fire going. And just when I thought I couldn’t anymore, he stopped and told me to hold. He sat slowly down in the bed and undid his pants. Told me to exhale on his cock. I did just that. Nothing more. I just hovered over his cock never stopping eye contact. I wanted to show him that I’m a good faggot. This was my audition. I wanted to show him how I’m a good faggot so I quickly darted my eyes to the pipe and then back to him. He didn’t budge. I was so horny. I want him to fuck me up. I wanted to get fucked up. So I said please can I have more? He lit the pipe. I inhaled and exhaled. More, he said. So I took rapid fire hits. My body was humming and my eyes felt like they were going to roll around the sockets. I wanted his cock so badly. I begged. Please can I have your cock? Please I need your cock. My hole was screaming at me to get on his cock. My head and hole were fighting!

Please! We need more. This story is so good. Love the increased risk and slow descent into dumb faggotry

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6. I didn’t shower. Didn’t even think about it. My crotch stank, exactly how I wanted it. Sweat, old pre, and the kind of funk that hits the second I unzip. Some guys clean up to go out. I let the scent do the work. White shirt, crisp, top four buttons open. No tie. No undershirt. Chest out, skin still a little tacky. The kind of look that gets attention without trying. That’s the trick. Don’t try. Just exist like you’re the prize. The hotel bar was full of traveling husbands and dead-eyed consultants. I spotted him instantly. Navy slacks, tucked shirt, wedding ring. Soft around the edges but not sloppy. Handsome, in that restrained, suburban way. Already halfway through a bourbon and nursing some fake sense of control. I slid onto the stool next to him. Didn’t say shit at first. Just sat there and let him feel me. Then, quiet. “Evening.” He turned. “Oh. Hey.” I flagged the bartender and ordered two drinks. Didn’t ask what he wanted. Just handed it to him when it came. He took it without a word. “You here for work?” He nodded. “Yeah. Got in this morning. Client meetings on Monday. Just wanted to settle in.” “How responsible,” I said, smiling like I meant it. “Ian, right?” His brow furrowed. “Yeah. How’d you…?” “You told the bartender earlier. I was watching.” “Oh….” He drank faster. I leaned in slightly, giving him some skin, some scent. I knew he could smell me, my skin, sweat, everything that had been stewing in my pants since the flight. I saw the way his eyes flicked down and then tried to pretend they didn’t. “So what do you do?” I asked, sipping slow. Eyes on his mouth. “Finance. Consulting.” He waved a hand like it didn’t matter. “Mostly boring stuff.” “But you’re good at it.” He nodded again, grinning a little. I just kept the rhythm going. Let him talk. Asked questions like I cared. What city he lived in. What kind of projects he worked on. He mentioned a wife eventually, like he was testing me. “You faithful?” I asked, casual, like I didn’t already know the answer. He blinked. Looked down. “No.” “How long?” He hesitated. “College.” I raised an eyebrow. “That far back?” He took a deeper sip. The alcohol was starting to loosen his jaw. “Yeah. Started during my senior year. Homecoming weekend. I was in the frat house, living with the guys. We’d been drinking all day. Someone brought out coke, so we started doing lines off a textbook.” “Classic.” He grinned. “Music blasting, everyone yelling, high as hell. Then it got later. Just me and a few of the guys left in one of the rooms, sitting around. I was still wired. One of them, Caleb. Massive stoner, always shirtless. He looks at me and goes, ‘Why you staring at my dick, bro?’” I smirked. “And you were.” “Yeah,” he laughed. “I didn’t even deny it. I was too fucked up. Just smiled. So he stands up, drops his shorts, and his cock just flops out, thick as hell. Starts wagging it at me like a joke. ‘You wanna suck it or what?’” “And?” “I got on my knees. Just… went for it. Mouth on him. Didn’t even think. Nose full of weed, sweat, coke. Couldn’t breathe. Didn’t care.” I leaned back, studying him. “You filthy little fuck.” He smiled, eyes low. “That’s not even the worst part. While I was doing it, the other two guys pulled their cocks out too. One of them shoved my face down harder. Then someone brought out the poppers.” “Of course they did.” “Held it under my nose while I was getting my throat wrecked. Then they bent me over the bed. No lube, just spit and coke and poppers. Caleb went in first. Raw. Then the others followed. Fucked me all night. One after the other. Came inside me and then went again.” “And you didn’t stop them.” “I didn’t want to. I begged for it.” I watched him go quiet. That memory sat heavy in the room. I didn’t say anything for a few seconds. Then, slowly, I leaned in and said, “And you’ve been chasing that feeling ever since, haven’t you?” He looked up at me. No denial. Just the look of a man who’s tired of pretending. I reached into my pants, dragged my fingers across my balls. Still warm. Still sticky. Pulled them out and shoved them under his nose. “Smell that. That’s what you’ve been missing.” He didn’t even hesitate. Took a long, slow breath. “You’re pathetic,” I whispered. “Pay the tab. Room 417. Don’t knock.”

5. Some faggots were born to serve. Some need a little nudge, sometimes a massive nudge, for them to embrace the how pathetic they have always been deep down. Especially the ones who walk through life like they own every fucking place they enter. This was one of my favorite conquests. Let’s call him “Ian.” Ian was flying first class, seat 1A, on one of my flights to London. I’ve seen the type: businessman, probably in finance or banking, fitted clothing, expensive-looking haircut, and fit. One of those who thinks and believes that “he has it all.” Fucking loser. He was demanding and annoying as hell, constantly requesting assistance. More bourbon. More water. No not still, the sparking. This glass is dirty. More bourbon. More ice. This stupid fucker was getting on my fucking nerves, but as a veteran flight attendant, I knew better than to cause a scene. I did everything he asked and with a smile too. At first, the starter pack forced smile. But increasingly more flirty and sexual as the flight went on. I noticed his gaze started to linger and transform from cocky to horny the more bourbons he had in him. I’m hot as hell. Being 6’3” gets me far already, but add to that a model face and ripped body, I know I can pull any ass I want. All I do is walk back and forth for my job. When I’m at these fancy hotels the airline puts me up in, I work out and fuck. What else is there to do? Listen, I know some of you faggots reading this may feel sorry for me. Oh no, isn’t it so lonely? Aww is it hard not being able to put down roots? Don’t you want a partner? You concerned faggots should channel that concern to my wallet and Venmo me instead. I fucking love my life. Maybe one day, I’ll tell you the story of how I knew this was my forever life. To fly all over, spreading my poz seed. No roots. No permanent home. No lover. One boy came close, but I had the best orgasm of my life when I eventually fucked him up like all the other faggots. That was when I knew I love my fucking life. Let me know if you wanna hear that story at some point. You faggots reacting to my other stories got me back. True to form: I love attention and being adored. Back to Ian. I started to flirt with him more. Brushing his hand when I handed him his drinks. Lingering eye contact. At one point I even grabbed my crotch and caught him staring. This drunk faggot was in heat, and I could smell and feel the heat from his hole wrap around my body and dance unashamedly to my nostrils. I knew I had him. I kept scratching my balls or grabbing my crotch. The cabin was dark, but I knew he could see the soft glow of my pale skin move back and forth around my crotch. I was starting to get hard and the outline was visible through my pants, at least to me. His eyes were glued to my crotch. I motioned for him to go to the restroom up front. “Keep it unlocked,” I whispered as he got up and walked by me to the restroom. I went to the back and asked one of the other flight attendants to cover for me for a bit. Stomach issue I tell them. I walk back with the one that said yes and left her to go to the restroom. I opened the door and locked it immediately. This was one of those big restrooms on long international flights. Not the super fancy ones like you can shower or anything. But big enough for at least 3 people, so we had plenty of room. I grabbed his face and pulled him in for a big, sloppy kiss. His breath stunk of alcohol. His lips and tongue were frantic. He was drunk, but not sloppy. I felt his ass and gave it a tight squeeze with my right hand, while my left held tightly to his head. I wanted him to feel how much control I had over him. He was locked in place, being molested without his consent. There were no negotiations, no checking in about limits. I did whatever I wanted to his body, and every squeeze of his ass was a reminder of that. My middle finger tracing his hole through his pants indicated that he was going to be my bitch. I pushed him down and pushed his head against my crotch. I moved his head back and forth on my bulge with both my hands. I told the faggot to sniff, and he took a massive whiff. He kept sniffing and opened his mouth to lick my pants. I slapped him. Hard to show him I’m serious, but quietly enough that no one outside could hear. I’m sure it hurt since I held his head with my other hand, so I could ensure just how much force I was hitting him with. He was shock but still horny and drunk. “Don’t get my clothes wet, faggot! I’m still on the clock,” I said. “Ok, got it!” He replied, so eager to be close to me again. I started to unbutton my shirt and reveal my hairy armpits. I told him to worship it. Man did he. He licked. He sniffed. He nestled a himself. He made love to it. He was lost in it. I pulled him off and started to undo his pants. I was forceful and even ripped some seams in the process. I didn’t care. I wanted him to get naked, quickly. Once he caught on that I want him naked, he started to move in sync and got completely nude. I told him to finger himself for me. Play with his vagina. He licked his fingers and started to play with it. He circled it, slowly putting in one finger then two. Then he started to lick a third. Man he’s in heat. I remember thinking, this will be fun for me. Fucking with him will be so easy. I’m going to make him turn into a dumb faggot. Fuck up his life. Everything he’s worked so hard for. The hotshot becoming a failure. My mind was racing of ways to fuck with him and make him go crazy for me. I started to unbuckle my pants, and his eyes lit up. He paused what he was doing and focused on my fingers undoing my pants. I was taking my time. Slow and deliberate. Build his lust. I pulled my pants down finally and told him to come here. When he got close enough, I grabbed his head and pulled it to my throbbing cock, glistening from the pre-cum. He was close but not close enough to reach it, even with his tongue. I told his to smell it. Like before, I moved his head up and down my cock, so he could enjoy the complexity of my crotch. The base is smellier from all the sweat trapped in my pubes. The shaft more subtle. And the head ripe from heat, pre-cum, and natural build up over the day. I let him taste a little, but quickly yanked his head back almost as soon as his tongue made contact with the head. He looked disappointed but he perked up real quick when I told him to turn around. He gladly presented his hole to me. I fisted my cock while staring him down. I moved towards him and stopped when my cock was on his hole. I dragged it up and down his hole. Letting him feel the raw skin-to-skin contact, the grooves of our skins rubbing against each other. I could feel his anticipation through the throbbing of his hole. I spat on his hole a couple times then on my cock. And like before, I dragged my now slick cock on his hole. Now though, it glides. The spit made it slippery and more hectic. The pressure was sporadic, sometimes slipping until reaching a drier spot and then stopping. It added to the anticipation. Where will it stop? Could it glide into his hole? How deep could a glide push my cock? How much of it did he assist with? Did he want? I just know he was having these same thoughts by the hunger in his panting and the winking of his hole, getting slowly more open with every wink. So I took charged and grabbed my dick with more force and moved it directly at his hole. There was a strange silence in the room, within the panting and hums of the lights. There was so much anticipation. I pushed just enough to have started to enter his hole. And I kept it there. His hole winking open larger and larger. He was inviting me in with so much eagerness. But I kept it there. He was confused and would dart his eyes between my eyes and my cock. He was communicating silently what he wanted. Needed. He looked at him and slowly moved my eyes toward my cock. I kept my gaze on my cock. Pay attention. On my cock, a large bead of precum was forming. It was growing slowly until it finally pushed itself off the head. It rolled down, off my cock, and on to his hole. I smirked audibly. I held my cock there for a few more seconds and then stepped back and started to put my clothes on. “This is enough for now. Meet me at hotel bar at the Westin after we land. Wait for me until I show up, however long that may take. I will show up, but I need to my time to prep. So if he wants to feel my cock, he needs to be a good bitch and wait for me.” I told him. I didn’t bother looking at him. I already knew the response. I tidied up and told him to lock the bathroom immediately after I leave and stay here until the next service meal. I leave. Thoughts? Y’all want more?

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10. I got on the bed and started playing with my hole as I scrolled Craigslist ads and Adam4adam. I kept smoking. I was having blast getting high and messaging guys when I heard loud banging at the door. I was a bit confused since I hadn’t told anyone my location yet. I didn’t move hoping whoever it was would move on, but the banging continued after a minute or so. I got up, look through the peep hole, and saw two police officers in full uniform standing outside. I got a bit scared knowing that I have drugs all out, but my high mind thought maybe they were here to fuck me like the other officers. I walked back to the bed to hide the drugs. I put some up my ass and it burned like hell. I hid the rest I in the drawer. I walked back to the door not registering I was still fully naked. I opened the door and they barged in. One asked for my name. After confirming my identity, they told me to get dressed. “What is this about, officers?” I asked. As soon as I got dressed, they placed handcuffs on me and told me I was under arrest. “You have the right to remain silent…,” one started but I was in shock. I zoned out the rest of what they said. I was so high, scared, and frankly really fucking horny. I could smell their sweat-mixed cologne musk. God I was getting hornier feeling the officers hairy arms brush against mine. The cold metal of the cuffs. The way these men towered me. The shard in my ass blasting me into a new stratosphere of lust. I need cock inside. I started to speak but only moans came out. They led me outside into a white van. Once inside, someone covered my mouth and I passed out.

hey 🐷, will continue this story. This story is obviously now in the fantasy portion, so would love some feedback on direction. I have some ideas, but wouldn’t mind taking the long route to develop the plot. Want to involve more cheating/cuck adventures, so love to hear what you find hot. —- 9. I felt fear and freedom in the silence of that room. I just had the wildest sexual experience of my life in the past couple days. I was still high out of my mind. I didn’t know what time of day it was. I just saw the soft light filtered through the motel curtains that touched the dark blue carpet floors. My body and mind were buzzing from the drugs. Fear washed over me as I didn’t know what to do with myself. High school me always had a plan. Me in that moment, kneeling on the floor saw nothing but the past 48 hours or however long it had been. The cop car. The gang bang. The hotel workers. Telling other Bear I loved him, and strangely meant it? I felt like chaos. Just as strongly as the waves of fear crashed over me, I felt an equally strong wave of freedom wash over me. The two waves colliding, causing soft ripples to dance around each other. Fear and freedom weaving itself, one at times stronger than the other, but constantly flipping. In my high craze, it clicked. I loved this freedom. I was turned on by the chaos. I had nothing to lose. I was a young, fit slut with drugs and no commitment to anyone. So I did the only thing that made sense to me at the time: do more drugs. I loaded the pipe not knowing how much is enough or too much. But I lit it up and smoked. The sound of every inhale was like music to my ears. A hollow whirling followed by visible, cloudy silence of each exhale. Doing drugs on my own in the motel room felt so therapeutic. So right. The room got hazier as I made my way through the pipe. Perhaps I did too much, I thought. The room wasn’t this foggy before so it likely meant I did way more than before. Didn’t matter though. I still had more drugs and no cares. My body was buzzing. My mind racing. My hole throbbing. I needed more cock.

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4. On the way back to the hotel, I messaged a couple friends about the situation and for them to come over in an hour. They’re both virile, muscular, tatted poz breeders. Big lats, shoulders, biceps, hard abs, and big, bouncy pecs. Their OF specializes in gang bangs and conversion parties. When we got to hotel room, I told Alvin to sit on the chair so I can teach Vik a lesson. I told Vik to sniff my armpits. To lick the sweat and the musky odor. I then slapped his face hard and called him a cheating faggot. I told him a faggot like him needs to suffocate on musk, so I took off my shirt and pants and shoved his face in my crotch. I looked over at Alvin and gave him a thumbs up. “I’m going to fuck him up for you. Teach him real good,” I said to Alvin. He looked a little confused and relieved at the same time. “Strip and show us what a cheap slut you look like,” I said to Vik. He stripped and was kneeling in the carpet, showing his beautiful muscular body. He looked so good I could have fucked him right there. “You’re a fucking slut, aren’t you? Just kneeling there naked like a pathetic faggot.” “Yessir. I’m a pathetic faggot.” “You deserve to be punished for cheating on your beautiful, sweet boyfriend, don’t you?” “Yessir, please punish me.” Damn, if I didn’t know better, my guess is that Vick’s been cheating way before tonight. But tonight, Alvin will know what a slut his bf is. I got naked and sat on the bed. I poured a shit ton of lube on my hard cock, so it was glistening before these two faggots. “A dirty faggot like you needs a dirty load. Punish yourself by riding my cock.” “Wait what?!” Alvin said. “Trust me, baby. Sit back,” I said that last part very sternly. It wasn’t to comfort. It was a command. “Well, bitch? What are you waiting for?” I said to Vik. He climbed on my cock and lowered himself slowly. I didn’t have the patience so I grabbed his hips and rammed into him. As he adjusted, I told him to turn around so he was facing his cuck bf. I fucked him hard, calling him dirty names and egging him on to admit how much he loves getting fucked. Alvin started stroking himself over his jeans, and I told him to take his hands off immediately. He needs to watch and focus on how much of a slut Vik is being. He obeyed reluctantly. I felt my balls swell. I was gonna cum soon. I told the bitch that I’m going to dump some grade A high VL spunk in his hole if he doesn’t stop. But if he wants it, he needs to beg for my poz load and look his bf in the eyes as he says it. The bitch didn’t stop riding my cock, and after a moment of thinking it over, he looked at his cuck and said that he was sorry. He then rode me harder and begged for my poz seed inside his hole. Begged to be bred by my hot cock. How much he loved my big, thick poz pecker. I fucking loved hearing this cheater reveal to his bf his true nature. I dumped a good load inside him to add to my load earlier. I told Alvin he needed to get the fuck out and that I have no interest in touching him. He’s pathetic. I told Vik that I have. A couple really hot guys coming over to tag his hole with me. He can stay, but Alvin has to leave. “Babe, this has gone on far enough. Please let’s go home. I don’t feel ok about any of this,” Alvin was almost sobbing. It was almost a sad sight, but that must have gotten through to Vik because he said in the softest voice, with practically no conviction, “Ok babe. Let’s go.” They got their stuff, got dressed, and left. Not how I thought things would end. Not even a full 5 minutes after they left, I heard a knock at the door. I opened the door with a massive smirk, thinking the faggot came back, but it was my friends. “Oh sup guys. Sorry, but you just see missed the hole. He left with his bf.” “Oh damn, was it the super muscular guy?” “Yeah how do you know?” “Well we saw this guy eyeing us hardcore as we passed in the lobby. He was hugging this taller guy, who looked sad sad.” “Yeah that was him. He begged for my poz load in front of his bf. Can you believe that? We would have had fun with his hole.” “Damn he looked like a hot piece of ass.” About 5-10 minutes passed, and I heard another knock at the door. It was Vik. Fuck yeah. “What are you doing here?” I tried to sound pissed and uninterested. “Um I saw these really hot guys in the lobby, and I couldn’t stop thinking about them. I wanted to see if they are the friends you invited.” “What about Alvin?” “He’s devastated, but I can’t stop thinking about being fucked by those guys and you. Are they here?!” I opened the door a bit wider to reveal my two friends who overheard everything. He came in and we all took turns on his hole until the sun came up. I had to prep for my flight, but heard my friends tell Vik to go home with them and shoot a vid. They can invite more guys over. Haven’t heard from Vik or Alvin after that. They did shoot a video, and my friends recorded Vik screaming, “I don’t care if staying here means I can’t go on Pep! I just want more cock please!!” Dumb faggot.

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