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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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3. We took the shots Alvin bought us. I thanked him by walking behind him and hugging him. I ran my hands up his torso, pretending like his hot bitch bf wasn’t there. From the outside, we prolly looked really hot together. Two 6’3” guys getting frisky. “Damn you boys are so hot. My cock is fucking hard as hell!” Some more flirting and chatting. Then I told Alvin to get us another round. He was a bit hesitant, probably clocking that I wasn’t asking his bf to get this round. I noticed and quickly thanked him for the drinks he got last time, telling him how horny I get when I’m drunk. “You make me feel good, and I’ll make you feel good later, baby.” And just like that, he walked to the bar. Dumb bitch. You see? The trick to fucking someone up psychologically is you have to be inconsistent. Praise them. But also confuse them. Be sweet. Then be cold. Make them feel like they did something wrong, so they work extra hard to earn their next morsel of attention and approval. “When he gets back, ask me to go to the toilet with you. Be loud and clear so that your cuck bf hears,” I said to the hot cunt. Alvin walks back with our drinks, and I take a sip and pretend to dry heave. “Ugh this is fucking gross! Damn wtf did you order?” “Um I got some jack and coke,” Alvin said. “I can’t drink this. It’s way too sweet. Thanks for getting this though. Since you got this, finish it so it doesn’t go to waste.” “Hey David, can you go with me to the loo?” “Oh yeah, sure thing. Alvin, hold down the fort and finish my drink for me.” I pushed the cunt boy into the largest stall at the end of the, pulled his pants down and started kneading his ass. It was so fucking plump and round. Freshly shaven too. He had this brown birthmark on his left cheek. Damn this boy was hot. I spat on my cock and shoved it in one motion. I had to be fast. He didn’t scream. He Just moaned and begged for it. I bred and him and screamed “Take my load you faggot!” loud enough for everyone in the restroom to hear it. I wiped my dick on the faggot’s face, pulled my pants up and left. I walked up to Alvin and gave him a concerned look. “How open are you guys?” I said. “Huh?” Alvin responded. “Vik (short for Victor) pulled me in the bathroom and tried to fuck me. He said you two were completely open and you play separately.” “Wait what? We’re not…” “Oh damn. I fucking knew it. Don’t worry baby. I turned him down, even though he showed me his ass and that birthmark of his. I don’t want him though. Like I said, I’m into verse guys.” Not my most elegant work, but still good enough for this dumb bitch. I saw his experience all the emotional states. Anger. Lust. Hurt. Confusion. Flattery. Lust again. Mentioning the birthmark was a good touch. “Hey I have an idea. Let’s show him how fucked up what he tried doing was,” I said. “How…” Alvin said, still in his feelings. “Well, I want to fuck you in front of him. Teach him that cheaters never win. I will give you all the attention to make him jealous.” He hesitated. I moved behind him and started grinding my body against his. Breathing hot air into his ear as I whispered how good I wanted to make him feel. How I wanted to teach Vik a lesson to never mistreat him like that. When Vik finally came back out, I took both their hands and said, let’s go to my hotel. It’s right around the corner. I got Alvin to pay for my tab before we left. What a dumb faggot.

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Chapters will be told from David’s perspective from now on. — 2. Stupid fucking bitch deserved to get pozzed. When he told me he was taking a gap year to apply for law school, while riding my bare cock telling me all these fucked up things? Why does he get to have a good life as a lawyer while I’m stuck being a waiter for dumb flight passengers? I figured out life wasn’t fair years ago. Parents treated me like crap. Teachers told me how dumb I was. People always treating me like trash, so I decided to embrace how rotted I truly was inside. But what fun would it be to be outwardly evil? You gotta lure people in. Convince them to fuck up their own lives. I was 23, young, and attractive. That dumb Asian faggot deserved all those poz loads. He’s going to be a dumbass lawyer for trusting a stranger so easily. Being a flight attendant has its perks. I get to stay in nice hotels during my overnights. Yes, it’s hectic not having a true home base, but I thrive from the anonymity. One of my favorite conquests was fucking up this guy training to become a doctor from New Mexico. Checked in to my hotel, cleaned up, and around 10 decided to hit the gay bars. Next flight isn’t until 6pm the next day, so I could go a little harder tonight. Chill crowd, but I spotted a couple. Super cute. One guy was tall, around my height 6’3”-6’4”, but less meat on his bones than me. The other was short around 5’7”, really muscular with a nice plump ass. He made my cock twitch. I had to have him. Walked up to them. Said hi and flirted by telling them how I saw them across the bar and liked their vibes. They laughed. The muscle boy was really into me. I made a point to touch him and linger long enough so that he noticed and his bf noticed. I bought us a couple rounds of shots. After we were loosened, I asked who’s bottom and who’s top. Muscle boy is exclusively bottom. He made sure to make eye contact me with me when he said it. Other guy is verse. I knew right then how I would get to dump my load in muscle boy tonight. I told them I was exclusively a top, and how hot it was meeting two guys that take cock because I can never seem to find bottoms. This was a lie. I told them how much I loved playing with couples. This was not a lie, but not the full truth either. I love fucking up couples. Sewing doubt. Making them question their desire and loyalty to each other. “This is gonna sound strange, but as a top, I prefer fucking verse guys over power bottoms. Sounds weird, but I think verse guys appreciate it more since they split duties,” I laughed. This caught both the boys by surprise. Tall verse boy looked at me and blushed. I grabbed his arm and said, “Hey can you get us another round?” I volunteered this dumb fucker and he agreed, leaving me and his hot bottom boy alone. “Play along. You’re the one I want. But gotta earn his trust.” The bottom boy gave me a mischievous look and kissed me really quickly. I squeezed his ass and stuck my hands down his pants, fingering his hole a bit. I took it out when I saw his bf approach.

thanks for all the encouraging feedback, pigs. Hope you enjoy and can get fucked up to this new chapter. —— 8. Bear started bubbling my nipples, and I was writhing slightly. Still really horny apparently. Bear reached to the side table and grabbed his baggies. He pointed his finger at me. “Lick” I obeyed. He dipped the tip of his finger in the bag, withdrew it, and without asking or saying anything else, he inserted the finger in my cunt. He worked well, wiggling all around. Damn it hurt and burned a bit. Not as much as anticipated from reading stories on BZ. He repeated that two more times, and I was flying by the end of it. Jesus Christ. My penis shrunk again, but was so hungry. Hungrier than the night before. It was a lil sore before he inserted all that T inside me, but it felt fine after. Hole was tingly and so warm. I begged him if I could go online to post an ad for guys to come fuck me. To my surprise, he slapped me hard. This was the most aggressive he’s been toward me. I was confused. “You need to be trained. I control who fucks you. I decide. Not you,” he said very sternly. I felt like I was being scolded by a parent. I hate being told what to do. This is partly why I have a bad relationship with to my parents, other adults, and strict institutions. My first instinct was to lash out. But I was so horny. “You need to learn to take any cock. Not just the cocks you want,” he said. Oh that does make sense. If I’m in control, I’ll be picky. I know me. Releasing that control means I may get fucked by guys I would normally write off, like really old guys, or actually homeless, or maybe even more [banned word]. The [banned word], I would come to learn, would come much later. Years later. I started to soften registering his logic. He was right. Damn this hot. “I’m sorry, sir,” I said. “Get on my cock and show me how sorry you are.” I slid down on his fat cock. Eventually I was riding him reverse because his belly made riding reverse more comfortable and allows me to get fucked deeper. He was on his phone the entire time, ignoring me. So hot. This continued for a while, with excepting of me taking breaks to sniff some poppers, him feed me T or Gatorade. He also snapped some pics of me. After some time, he put his phone down. He must be done posting and messaging. I was excited of the unknown adventures awaiting me. He told me to grab the motel phone for him. He dialed the front desk. “Larry, it’s me. This slut is open for any guest tonight and tomorrow to use. Send them to the room. Door will be unlocked.” Larry came to the room not too long after and dumped a load into me. It was fast, but hot. I loved Bear watching me be a good boy taking loads. I had a steady stream of guys come and breed me throughout the night. Couldn’t tell if they were motel guests or people from the internet. That also made it super hot. They mostly blended together in my mind, but a few guys stood out. There was this twink that was youngest, very likely still in college. He was the most deer in headlights, but was rock hard and fucked me really fast. He also rushed out the quickest. lol. Then there were these one guy who was really tweaking out. I normally would have avoided him, but there I was, begging for his load. He couldn’t cum, but it was a hot exchange. Then there was this really old daddy who told me to take his poz load. I begged for it, knowing full well I wasn’t on Prep. Then there was bear#2. He came back, but he reeked of alcohol. He stripped and was just as aggressive as he was the night before. He almost gave me rug burn because he was so aggressive pushing me down to suck his cock. He also fucked me on the floor, pressing my face on the dirty carpet. He was fucking me so good, and he even played with my nipples every now and then driving me crazy. I could feel his pubes and sweat mix with my own. He started to get more aggressive. He told me to lean up, so I was not facing Bear. “You like getting fucked by my cock, faggot?” bear#2 asked. “Mmm…yessir. I love it.” “That’s right faggot. You fucking love it. You love me fucking you?” “Yessir, I love it.” “FUCK YEAH! You fucking love getting fucked by my cock, you whore!” “Mmmmmm” “Yeah tell me you love me. Tell me!” I paused. This felt a bit much? I couldn’t help but look at Bear and see how he felt. He was playing with his nipples and stroking. His face didn’t reveal much honestly. “Say it, faggot! Tell me you love me or I stop fucking you!” Oh fuck I needed his cum. I couldn’t explain it, but if all the guys that came through, he was by far the best fuck. I needed his load! “I love you! I love you! Please keep fucking me!” “Tell me I’m the only person you love! I’m the only person you’ve ever loved! You will love! Say it, bitch!” I said that and more. I screamed how I will only think of his cock and him. how my heart only has room for him and no one else. I was making eye contact with Bear the entire time. Bear#2 dumped a massive load and left. There was a deafening silence in the room after, as I was still on the floor collecting myself. I looked up and Bear was getting dressed. He took some of his belongings, leaving behind the pipe, lighter, and baggie. Then he left. I was all alone again.

This chapter has more of an homage to other works. Less action, but wanted to pay tribute to stories that have inspired me in the past. If you need a good wank, check out the stories mentioned! —— 7. I felt movement, and that woke me up. Bear was waking up too. I nuzzled into him. It was dark outside again. I was tired, and a bit hungover feeling. I grabbed one of the Gatorade bottles and chugged it, offering Bear one too. He downed it. We cuddled some. It was really cute. The conversation was light, but we were both really engaged. He asked me if I had fun last night. I told him how I felt about each guy. What I liked and didn’t liked. He was taken back by how perceptive I was, even through my high. I told him about how skinny and bear#2 were fun. Gymboy was kinda bland and last guy was barely there? Mike was fun, but kinda mid since I already tasted his cock before. I can be like this with most guys. Unless I’m dating you or the sex was out of the his world and we are super vibing, I don’t like repeat dick. Sex with Mike was hot, and I was grateful he was responsible for all this basically, but I had moved on. Oops. He kept saying how perceptive I was, but he didn’t tell me why. Thinking about the night before started to make me horny. I still hadn’t cummed yet and I’m sure I still had drugs in my system. Bear played with my nipples and asked me if I wanted to keep being his little slut? I whined yes a bit, trying to act really coy. He asked me how I got to be so piggy, and I told him reading all the chasing and chem sex stories on there and cheating and cuckolding shit on Tumblr made me want the piggiest sex. He chuckled and asked me what stories I’ve read that turn me on most. I told him about “Pimped Out As A Whore for Poz” and how much I loved the scene of the Beast tearing apart that couple, ruining their sex life forever. I told him about how hard I came to “mild-to-wild” on nifty, when a guy hears his husband telling the god fucking him that he loves him. How devastated the guy was because his husband had only ever said it to him. I told him about my attraction to guys that are like the poz top from “Nameless Story.” by knockmeup770 on BZ. How I want to encounter a guy so manly that he makes me lose all my senses and just crave cock. I want to be reprogrammed, so I’m happy with a life revolved around sex and cum. A guy that is so hot, I would cheat on my boyfriend, quit my job, and start a new life. He listened intently, while rubbing one of his hands up and down my chest, grazing my nips every so now and then. He didn’t say much except grunt or scoff a few times, but I didn’t care because I knew he was listening.

Let me know if y’all liked this. Was planning on it being a one off, but may continue this story switching to David’s perspective. Releases will prolly be sporadic and slow. Btw, David is a real person and by my account was a manipulative cheater and liar. He really fucked me up, but it’s been years and I’ve made peace with it. Kinda hot to relive it imagining how much he fucked up others.