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Last week on friday I was booty-called by a former lover who had just broken up with her boyfriend. I originally met her on craigslist when I was advertising for people to share gas on a long road trip from to a music festival. She was a 19 year old hippy girl, all dreadlocks and facial piercings, with an absolutely banging body of the kind you can only get by taking drugs and dancing for ten hours straight at raves. Tall and skinny with high firm little tits. We chatted a lot on the drive, played each other music from our iPods, and generally got along pretty well for a 35 year old and a teenager. There was certainly some sexual tension as well, and I sort of assumed she was going to offer sex instead of her share of gas or something. So I was half disappointed and half relieved when she jumped out and paid for the first tank without being prompted. I really did need the gas money at the time. My mixed feeling switched to pleasure when, after we got going again, the conversation turned sexy almost right away... She challenged me to the old kids game of 'truth or dare', but as she grinned at me 'not kids stuff'. Within half an hour she was dared to masturbate in front of me, which quickly became road head, and turned into three days of fucking and sucking when we got to the festival. At one point she confessed that she had been waiting for me to offer the ride for free in exchange for sex, which would have led to her refusing and not fucking me for being insulting: As she put it, 'I'm not averse to whoring, but I am not putting out for 75$ in gas money, and anyone who thinks I'm that cheap can forget it. I was so glad you didn't try that because I wanted you the instant I saw you.' We continued an off and on affair through the next few years, until she met a guy and decided to settle down. We stayed in contact, but unlike me, she was faithful to her partner and we never fucked again, although we flirted and I got the occasional dirty pic on my phone. Anyway, last friday night I get a text from her after over over a year of silence, and no replies to my texts. I had assumed that either she decided it was time to break off contact, or that maybe her BF found out and demanded she stop, but it turned out she had been going through rough times in the relationship, and recently spent a month living in a womens shelter hiding from the guy, who had gotten abusive and crazy quite suddenly. I was pissed that she hadn't asked me for help, but then I realized that my wife had left me *after* her last contact, so of course she had no idea I could have helped. She had moved into an apt, gotten herself set up, and as she put it 'I need a man tonight, and you always knew how to make me forget everything else'. I told her that not only could I come right over, but that my life had opened up quite a bit since last we talked. She was sad to hear it, but not really surprised. I had fucked around a lot behind my wife's back, and she probably figured it was inevitable. She was right, too. So I showered, and manscaped and made myself all pretty, grabbed my lube, and my drug stash: Some MDMA, a gram of tina, and some nice fresh poppers. I also brought my booty bumping syringe and a couple of buttplugs: A jewelled steel one I kept around for subby sluts, and my own somewhat larger silicone one. The better to keep the bootybumps inside to do their work! I also popped a cialis, guaranteeing a long night of fast recovery. I'd been missing this girl for a while... No condoms, I don't use them unless forced, and so I don't keep them around. She was always a bareback girl anyway, hopefully she still was! I got there, it was a neat little old walkup building in a kind of shitty part of town, and she answered the door. She was wearing green yoga pants and nothing else, and she looked so different I barely recognized her. Her dreads were gone, replaced with a short little bob dyed jet black with a single blond streak. All her facial piercings were gone too, except a ring through her lower lip, and of course her earrings. No longer an earthy hippy, she had morphed into a razor sharp scene girl, and she had done it well. My eyes dropped to those perfect A cups, still firm as a teenagers, and still pierced through with silver barbells. She smirked at me 'You coming in before someone walks by and gets to share the show?'. I grinned and came in, and kicked off my shoes. There wasn't much in the place. A couch, a kitchen table with some chairs and a computer set up on it, and a kingsized futon in the bedroom, and that was about it. She commented that she needed to get shopping and set the place up better, but hadn't made the time for it yet. I offered to help, because I still had the hippy van we drove in years ago to haul her shit. She laughed and smiled, and was so sexy to see her obviously loving the memories of that van. My cock firmed up in my jeans. She took my hand and pulled me to the couch. She bit her lip. Scared, it was obvious. I wondered why, and she told me. There was one more reason she had stopped contact. A year ago, she found out she was HIV+... She looked at me, obviously terrified I would freak out. 'I'm on medication, and my hiv levels are so low that you can't possibly catch anything, but I couldn't not tell you. I understand if you don't want to fool around, of course.' I looked at her, and she stared back. I reached out and stroked her cheek. 'I know how HIV meds work,' I said, 'I know that if you're on them it's safe, so don't worry about that!'. I thought about telling her I had started fucking dudes, and was taking prep anyway, but decided not to. She knew I was a *little* bi when we had been fucking around... Hell, she had pushed my head down on a cock on one fun night at Burning Man, but I wasn't going to complicate things with stories of nights spent parTying in the sling room at Steamworks Vancouver taking loads from multiple tops! 'Don't worry about that part, I have some gay friends, so I know not to panic like an idiot over this kind of thing'. Her face just lit up, she was so relieved and happy. She literally jumped into my lap to kiss me, half laughing and half crying. After a few minutes she pulled away and said 'This is what I meant when I said you could always make me forget my problems.' I stood up, with her still in my lap, and strode into the bedroom and tossed her onto the futon... I unshrugged my shoulder bag on to the bed beside her. "you have any plans tomorrow morning? Because I brought some party treats if you're interested!'. 'Ooooooooo what kind of treats?'. 'Some good MDMA, a little crystal, and some nice fresh poppers'. Her eyes lit up, 'Nothing happening this whole weekend that I can't cancel!!' I laughed too, and asked 'Well, what sort of candy do you want, little girl?'. She mulled it over. And looked up at me 'How much crystal do you have?'. 'A gram exactly', I replied, 'and two grams of MDMA as well'. She laughed, 'We won't go through two grams of molly by ourselves, that's for sure, but lets do the molly first, and I have a surprise for you if we do the crystal!'. She cocked her head at me, 'Do you still like to booty bump your stuff?' It was her who had taught me about rectal administration at that first music festival, when she had slid two E pills into my asshole on the end of her finger during a blowjob. She had sucked me straight into the rush of those pills and swallowed my cum, and made me an instant booty bumper then and there. I nodded, and took out the syringe and tube, and began preparing her a nice little shot. She's a tiny thing, probably less than a hundred pounds, and I wanted her good and fucked up, so I measured out about a point and stuck it in the syringe. Going to the bathroom, I drew up around 4ml of hot water, and then filled the rest of the syringe with air and started shaking it to dissolve the molly. Sometimes you see flecks that won't dissolve, which means they aren't MDMA, and your stuff has been cut, but I get mine straight from the girl who makes it, and she likes me enough that I get it as pure as she can make it. It's nice to have friends in low places. This stuff was deep brown, and dissolved quickly, and I returned to find her on the bed, stark naked, on all fours with her ass in the air. 'Can I have some candy, daddy?' she asked in the cutest little voice, and wriggled her ass at me. 'Reach into the bag,' I told her, there's a special cork I keep for princesses in there.' She giggled when she saw the shiny steel plug with the big bright pink glass gem on it, 'this is the first time you've ever bought me jewelry, daddy'. I smiled to myself. That plug had been in three female and one sissy asshole in the last month, and every time for the same reason: to keep the drugs inside a dirty little slut. On the other hand, it cost 6$ on amazon.ca, so I was more than prepared to pretend I bought it just for her... 'I know, princess, I figure daddy can finally spoil you the way he always wanted to.' She wriggled for me again, arching her back and presenting her puckered little asshole. I knelt beside her, and took up the lube. I began rubbing it into her tight little hole... Tight, but I knew full well what it could expand to handle, which got me going yet again... My cock trying hard to stand up straight inside my suddenly way too tight jeans. I slipped a finger inside, and she shifted slightly as she brought her hand up to her smooth cunt with it's pleasantly meaty lips. She whimpered a little as she played, and I introduced a second finger, and picked up the syringe. I always like to slide the syringe in between my fingers, the edge of the tube is sort of sharp, and it just doesn't feel good. Slipping it in as deep as it goes, I pause and slip my fingers out with a slight pop. She shivers, 'I love the way you do that...' 'Want your candy, princess? You have to ask for it...' She moans, her fingers busy, 'I'm going to get myself off soon, will you spray it into me while I cum for you? Please?' My cock couldn't get any harder at this, it actually hurt, as, leaving the syringe stuck in that slender ass, I began to tweak at her nipples with one hand, and roughly stroke her cheeks with the other. I felt her tense, watched her asshole clench and spasm on the tube, and squirted her full of potent MDMA. She gasps 'OHHHH I felt it that time. Usually I can't feel it, but I felt the spurt, and it feels so nasty'. I slowly withdraw the tube, and pick up the jewelled plug, I press it against that freshly dosed hole and push. she grunts as it pops inside, and I smack her ass. ' That's my good girl! Take it like a little slut for me.' She grins back at me, 'I want a picture of it'! Hands me her iPhone, and I snap a few. It's certainly the best this plug has ever looked! She looks at them and smiles, 'I love it, best present in years,' and then shyly, 'along with you here in the first place, that is'. I ruffle her hair, 'sweet little princess aren't you?' I grab the paraphenalia and look at her, keeping eye contact, I lower the syringe to her face, 'Clean that off for me, princess!'. She slurps it into her mouth and thoroughly cleans it with her tongue, then takes it from me. 'Your turn, daddy!'- 24 replies
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