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I dont refer it personally, its usually my tops who call it my pussy or cunt. i like it lets face it most men who have fucked me are married men and they could be fucking their female partners or rather their wives. Instead they want to fuck me and call my hole a cunt or pussy. I admit i like, it makes me feel like Im his whore, his bitch what ever he wants to think of me. as normally they do refer to me as their bitch. it does not really matter as long there is a hole for their bare cock. im normally a whole to release their load and that is all I am. probably they want to fuck a woman but they are so complicated being difficult for me they contact me on dating site and tell me they want to fuck me and lets do it now. so off I go or they come to me and we fuck, they release their cum either over me or inside of me and off to their loving partners.

besides I assume most or rather many woman dont want anal sex, we bottom bitches will gladly offer our butt holes for their pleasure and i do it eagerly.

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Who cares, does he have a big dick?  If so then he can call it my tainted twat, gaping gash, hungry hole, man cunt, cum hole, cunt, pussy, boi pussy, man pussy, boy hole, hole, ass, asshole, velvet tunnel, whatever.... as long as he stretches out my shitter.  (00) (not into scat tho. Truthfully.)

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I personally don't care either as long as he is verbally abusive and degrading it turns me on, as I'm on my four and he is normally behind me with his hard cock either trying to in or fucking me.

I'm a man just like any other men, so when I'm going to have sex with another men, I need hid him to break me mentally, physically,  psychological to make me feel inferior to him so I accept the fact that I'm on my four humiliated like a female bitch being fucked, its this mental situation that will  give me the pleasure of taking his cock in me and enjoy it and being totally submissive to him.

its how I was broken at fourteen years old to a submissive bitch to men. and do need to hear it when men are fucking me verbally and made to feel like I'm nothing more then those females who bend over to get fucked between their legs and true fully I get it between my legs and on four like any women. the only difference she as two holes I have only one. but when I'm on my hands and knees getting fucked that is what I feel like. a woman, a bitch, a whore, anything dominant alpha males do to women. i enjoy the degradation by the alpha males.

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       I kept pounding away, harder and faster.
       
      He was taking it all now, his silken sheath swallowing my sword at every plunge. I felt my big balls bounce in the crack of his ass as I bottomed out on every stroke, my ball-sack actually brushing against his.
       
      Then, on the outstroke, his pink ring was pulled out a bit along with my cock … Before I thrust forward and pushed it all in again.
      Tight, soft, hot, intense … I had the reached the nirvana of ass-fuck heaven, pleasure radiating from my cock-shaft to every nerve in my body.
       
      I knew it wouldn’t last forever. There was an urgency in my loins, and I expected we would all need to cum soon.
       
      We were all panting and breathing harder now. I was starting to sweat a little despite myself.
       
      No one was talking; there were moans and gasps, but the only other sounds in the room were the slosh-slurp-slurp of skinhead orally servicing Bethany’s overflowing girl-pussy, and the fwap-fwap-fwap of my thighs on his tight little ass as I fucked his male cunt.
       
      Blondie Bethany, the “cold-ass bitch” wanna-be pimpette, lost it first.
       
      “Fuhhhh …” I heard her squeal. “Fuh … fuh ..FUUUUCK!”
       
      I looked up and saw her cute little face scrunched up behind her sunglasses, her glossy lips curling back over her white little teeth.
       
      She grabbed skinhead’s shaved head with both hands and dug her nails into his scalp-flesh, pulling his face tightly to her cunt. Then, she started to spasm and shake, arched her back … And her stockinged thighs clamped around his head as she came.
       
      “Mother … ummm … EAT ME … ooohhh! … MOTHER … FUCKER … SISSY … CUNT …” she chanted as she rode out her climax.
       
      I was too close, and I couldn’t resist in joining the chain reaction girlfriend had started.
       
      I leaned forward, dripping sweat onto my bitch-boy’s back.  The head of my cock was burning for release, and I could feel my balls now, painfully tight and throbbing with pressure, my own asshole twitching as the sap started to rise deep inside me--my body readying itself for the most primal male act of SEEDING a cunt.
       
      Thrust …
       
      I felt the urgent tingling in my cock, the seed rising …
       
      THRUST …
       
      The valves inside my body were opening, prostate gland ready to deliver fluid to flush my fertile sperm deep into his ass.
       
      THRUST …
       
      I felt the flow of cum rising, the pressure boiling over—
       
      The point of no return had been crossed--
       
      I made sure that my cock was buried as deep in his ass as I could possibly get it, and I held his hips in a vise-grip: prime breeding position.
       
      With a grunt, I held on tight … as my body began seeding his.
       
      I started pumping a heavy load deep inside--holding completely still--so nothing was moving except the sperm pumping out of my dick.
       
      Every straining bolt of seed that that left my body and shot into his made me shudder with pleasure.
       
      Spurt after powerful spurt of my hot daddy semen coated the walls of his insides, filling him with my lust and injecting my DNA deep inside his male slut pussy. 
       
      “FUCK!” I bellowed, my self-control lost as the spasms of my orgasm took control of body, every muscle and nerve primed only to pump fertile seed into the young male pussy I was breeding.
       
      “TAKE IT, BITCH!” I shouted. “HAVE MY FUCKING BABIES, YOU PUSSY FUCKING CUNT!”
       
      My prick swelled and I held it inside deep, as waves of cum pulsed up my shaft.
       
      I growled.
       
      Pulling his head up from girlfriend’s lap, he yelled out now: “YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!”
       
      As if this was the fulfillment of his life’s dream …
       
      Hot semen gushed into his hole, up deep inside him, practically up into his belly.  I started moving again, trying to fuck out the rest of the load and prolong my pleasure.
       
      My cock receded and then pushed back in deep, disgorging more molten spunk into his pussy-ass. My hips pistoned and his ass came back to meet me, desperate to get every drop of manseed up his boy-cunt.
       
      My orgasm seemed to last for an eternity—but all good things must end.
       
      As I came down from my climax, panting, I rested with my weight on top of him, still impaling him, my cock slowly oozing dribs and drabs of heavy semen into his guts.
       
      A minute later, I pushed myself up and slowly eased out, my fat cockhead popping out of his sphincter with an audible PLOP.
       
      With my cum dripping in a long streamer from his pink—and now presumably very tender—asshole, he got up on his knees, then grabbed his own little cock with his right hand and jerked it frantically.
       
      In only a few seconds, he was moaning “FUCK …”
       
      He started shaking, tensed up, and his cock shot a spurt of very thick, almost pudding-like cum onto the sheets. Several more heavy globs followed, his skinny form shaking as involuntary muscles pumped out the sperm from deep inside him. Thick and gluey, it made a little pool on the sheet.
       
      Hell, I couldn’t get pissed at him for that. The wash and fold service I used had to be well accustomed to seeing cum stains on my linens by now, I knew.
       
      Man, his load was THICK, though. That was true bottom cum, the result of a vigorous internal prostrate massage by my big tool.
       
      Momentarily exhausted, he slumped forward onto the bed, lying on his side. He was panting and red-faced--but grinning like a maniac. His face was covered with a thick and wet glaze of his girlfriend’s fluids, his chin practically dripping with her cunt juice.
       
      Girlfriend herself reclining back in the chair, already pulling her thong back on.
       
      “Was that cunt worth twenty bucks?” she asked me.
       
      I nodded and smiled broadly. “Best pussy for the money.”
       
      #
       
      I won’t bore you with the rest of the incidental details. Suffice it to say, once the little fuck-scene was finished, both of them—girlfriend included—seemed a little shy and wanted to get going.
       
      I gave them my business card, and told them I might be interested in buying some cheap ass-pussy again. Girlfriend took the card, but she explained that they lived on the other side of the state, and were just passing through and had been trying to sell his pussy for “gas money.”
       
      In other words, they hadn’t wanted to try acting out this scene in their hometown, where people might recognize them.
       
      Once they left, I felt a familiar twinge in my cock, and realized I could easily go again. With the first, desperate load now purged, I could now give some hot young ass-pussy a nice LONG and brutal fuck.
       
      I decided to get my car and head towards a nearby college town.
       
      Skinhead’s girlfriend had inspired me--maybe I’d seek out a female coed ass this time. Or an MF couple …
       
      But that’s a whole ‘nother story, as they say.
       
       
       

    • By backdoorjimmy
      One of the guys who services my ass eats blue chews a couple times a week and it makes him last forever. Even after he's blown his load he can keep going. I've been really spoiled by it and realize that I like it when he goes for an hour or more. I thought my ass would get sore but it doesn't - instead it just feels more sensual the longer he goes. My legs get sore and sometimes they cramp up, but my ass feels really good and even hungry for more intercourse. I find myself wishing that he could do that for me every single day, but the blue chews give him a headache and I don't want him to be uncomfortable.
      Fellow bottoms or guys who bottom from time to time, what's your preference? Do you like a top that finishes fast or do you need a good, long lay to leave you satisfied?
    • By VirginBottomBoy
      Hey,
       
      Virgin 22 year old bottom that has come to the realization that my life should start revolving around taking loads. I’ve wanted to be fucked since I was 12. But, not just fucked, gangbanged, bred, and turned into a cumdump. Looking for a group of guys to set up a large gangbang in D.C.. Yes, I’m a Virgin but ready to submit to being a cumdump for a weekend. 
    • By 1981virginia
      Watching My Boyfriend Get Cunted
       
      My boy and I had some frequent flyer miles that were about to expire, and at my boy’s suggestion, we figured we’d take a nice long weekend to reconnect in Key West. My boy is all bottom, and while I try to be vers, I only top him. My dick is a nice respectable solid 6”, not a monster, but not tiny. 
       
      The night before we were headed out of town, we finished packing, making sure we had lube and some toys, and got into bed. We fooled around, and he rolled over with his ass up. I slid on in and he moaned like it was his first cock ever. He’s tight, but not so tight he doesn’t love taking a nice big cock. We have a few friends who breed him regularly. One guy, Tom, is very well hung, like 10” long and narrow, and my boy’s eyes roll back in his head when Tom fucks him. He told me once that Tom gets deeper in his ass than anyone ever has. That was going through my head as my boy moaned and pushed back on my cock. 
       
      He’s usually quiet when getting fucked, but this time he was murmering piggy talk. I egged him on, ‘you like that, boy? Gonna get some new big dick in Key West?’ ‘Yeah, I’m gonna get fucked by some fresh stranger cock!’ ‘You like sharing your piggy hole with strangers, slut?’ ‘Fuck yeah! Especially big ones!’ ‘They gonna stretch you out?’ As I was about to cum he answered with a nasty torrent, ‘Yeah, baby, they’re gonna take turns breeding my pussy! They’re gonna cunt me! They’ve gonna carve me a new pussy’ I shot a load deep into his guts and jerked his cock until he splattered all over the sheets. 

      As we calmed down, I asked him about the last few words. He’d never called his ass a cunt or a pussy, but it had just gotten him off in a major way. It turned me on, but it was way out of his usual character. He told me that he had been watching some videos with alpha guys using those words, especially while playing with big toys. He showed me a blog on his laptop, a huge cock support group. Wouldn’t you know, they were having a meet up in Key West that weekend… He grinned and whispered to me, ‘they’re going to take turns cunting me…’ I tried to pack his largest dildo, but he said we wouldn’t be needing it when we had the real thing.
       
      The next day we made it to the airport. I noticed a few tall guys at our gate, and figured they were headed to Key West too. These guys were bulky, muscular, and from their straining sweatpant crotches they were all hung like donkeys. At least one or two winked at my boy and me at the gate. Even before boarding, my boy was hard and a dark wet spot of precum formed. Of course, one of the guys, tall and dark-skinned, noticed it and snickered. He passed us on the aisle, and put his phone number on a slip of paper into my boy’s lap. My boy started texting him dirty fuck and assplay photos before we left the ground. 
       
      We were right behind them at baggage claim. The guys hopped in a van and we hopped in cab. My boy was texting filthy photos of his dildo play and stretched out hole the whole car ride to the resort. Of course, they were staying at our clothing-optional resort. As soon as we’d checked in and unpacked a bit, my boy slipped into a teeny thong bathing suit and raced to the pool. Somehow the thong seemed more dirty than just being naked. He made sure the thong back was pulled tightly into his pucker. In additional to the four hung guys from the flight, there were more than twenty men all muscled and testing the strength of their speedos, and one or two well-hung naked guys already sporting hard-ons. 
       
      I got us some tequila, a sure way to loosen up my boy, and found him leaning over the edge of the hot tub with his legs in the water. The tall dark-skinned man from the plane, who gave my boy his number, was standing behind my boy with his hands on my boy’s hips. He waved at me. ‘This belong to you?’ he asked me smiling. I nodded and he shook my hand as I handed my boy his drink. He gulped it down and I went around to climb into the hot tub. The guy shook his head at me saying, ‘you stay there. He’s gonna need you.’ I went back to my boy and saw that his thong was pushed aside. The guy was sliding inside him, raw. His crown was inside my boy and there were several inches to go before he’d be balls deep. My boy downed the other tequila and held his arms out to me. I supported his upper body as the stranger forced more and more of his bare monster cock inside my boy’s ass. The guy pulled out and spit on his dick. Fuck! He had six inches inside my boy and still 5” to go. He was bigger than  our fuckbuddy, Tom. My boy was muttering ‘Cunt me! Open up my hole! Rip me a new pussy!’ The guy was happy to oblige and slid back in, this time all the way. My boy’s mouth opened and his eyes went wide. He’d never had a cock this deep inside him, certainly not mine. The guy slid back and forth a while, but slapped my boy’s ass and pulled out without cumming. ‘Find me later, guys. I like to breed a cum-slick sloppy hole. I’ll finish the job once you’re good and wet inside. You take loads, right?’ My boy nodded. The man climbed out of the hot tub and strolled into the growing well-hung crowd. Naturally, I wasn’t surprised to see a biohazard tattoo on his back between his shoulder blades. My boy had just taken his first raw POZ anonymous cock. A stranger had just rawfucked the love of my life and was vowing to breed him later. 
       
      My boy and I got out of the hot tub and went back to our room to rest a bit and recover from his brutal fuck. I opened the curtains to the french doors to the patio and had him lay on his back, holding his legs up in the air. I ate his ass so good, savoring the precum and spit the well-hung POZ man had left there. My boy’s hole truly was more opened up than I’ve ever felt. His ass was already starting to look like a vertical slit rather than the tight pucker I was used to. I asked him about it, and he told me he’d been training his hole twice daily for the last few weeks. I was about to mount him when another guy from the flight knocked on the window frame. ‘He ready for more big cock?’ I eagerly nodded, not even waiting for my boy to reply. His face buried in the pillow, he never even saw the stud who was about to ‘cunt him.’ He shimmied out of his short shorts and slid my boy’s thong to the side. He spat on his cock and asked me to as well. I did, slobbering on his footlong member. 
       
      He leaned back and allowed me to guide his big tool into my boy. My boy didn’t moan or anything until he was as deep as the last stranger had been, then came back his new dirty talk, ‘stretch my pussy! Open up! Make me a new cunt! I’m your slut cunt boy! Breed my boy cunt! I’m your cunt cumdump!’ This guy definitely got off on that talk and pistoned his hips as he fucked long strokes into his ass. The guy pulled out and asked me to eat my boy’s hole for a minute. I did so, and he got behind me, slapping his raw cock on my ass. He managed to slide about three thick inches into my own ass before I told him it was too much and he went back to fucking my boy. But it felt so good having that monster dick open me up. I also wondered how many guys’ ass juice he had seeping into my and my boy’s assholes. 
       
      He flipped my boy over and propped him up with pillows so his ass was right at the edge of the bed. The stranger pummeled his ass, meeting my boy’s dirty words, ‘Take my cock, slut. Opening your cunt up now, boy! Really stretching you open!’ The guy hammered hard before holding his hips right against my boy’s ass. I watched as his low-hanging balls tensed and danced as he bred my boy. 
       
      When he started to pull out, even a bit soft, his cock was enormous. I had seen it pressing against my boy’s naval from his guts. He patted my boy’s belly, and slapped the thong strap against my boy’s cummy hole. He winked as he left the room, and I noticed there were three new well-endowed guys at the window, all ready for my boy. As the stud disappeared into the crowd, I noticed a red ribbon tattoo on the first man’s chiseled left ass cheek. I was pretty sure a POZ cock had just stretched my boy’s ass to the maximum and bred it. 
       
      I knelt down and blew the first guy. I was proud to get 8” down my throat, slobbering it up to get it wet enough to cunt my boy’s hole. The guy played with my boy’s thong over his asscrack and pulled it to it made his puffy lips spread out obscenely. I pulled the thin material aside as the new stranger entered him, balls deep. Foamy seed and spit formed a ring at the base of his epic manhood. I wanted to watch more, but instead I serviced two of the guys in line, one with a biohazard tattoo over his pubes. I went back and forth taking them as deeply as possible. 
       
      My boy needed a bit of rest, so he could put his legs down. The guy pulled out and laid down on the bed. He lurched my boy on top, facing me, and one of the two guys I was blowing slid in. They double fucked him, stretching his hole to new proportions. They found their rhythm and fucked hard as my boy leaned left and right like a rag doll. He was so hard that his cock broke free of his thong as the man on top shot his load deep inside my boy and dripping down onto the first stranger’s dick. The other man I’d been blowing took his place and fired his load into my boy just few seconds later. He had four fresh loads oozing out, and his hole was more ruined than I’d ever seen it, or any hole in real life frankly. 
       
      The guy under my boy started to really hammer home. I leaned in and licked the cummy spot when the root of his dick met my boy’s puffy cunt lips. As I savored the spot where their rut met, he started to cum. He bred my boy more deeply than anyone ever had. He pulled out and the three men walked away. 
       
      My boy bent over the edge of the bed and moaned. I spread his cheeks and his hole gaped at me. I ran my tongue around the red angry ruined hole. It was delicious, nearly a cunt, and dripping fresh strangers’ cum. My boy asked me to take a photo of his destroyed pussy and I did. He texted it to his new friend, the guy who started fucking him in the hot tub. The guy appeared about five minutes later, his hard cock glistening with some other lucky bottom’s juices. He smiled at me. ‘Now that’s a well-fucked cunt. Looks like he’s ready for my load now.’ We positioned my boy on his back, and I climbed over to my boy’s side to stretch his cheeks as wide apart as they’d go. 
       
      When the man entered him he sloshed into that cunt balls deep, that’s how open my boy was. Every thrust sent out a splash of seed. His big balls were covered in draining cum. He smiled at me saying, ‘Wanna see something nasty?’ I nodded and he pointed to my boy’s pussy. He slid his hand, at least three fingers into my boy’s ass alongside his monster cock. He let that stay for a few seconds. Then he hefted one, then both balls… into my boy’s gaping cunt. He cock-and-ball fucked my boy until my cumslut was at the verge of tears. He growled as those balls tensed up and he shot his load into my boy’s ruined pussy. 
       
      The man spanked my boy a little and grabbed my hard 6” dick. ‘You know, he’ll never be the same after today. He’ll crave monster cocks. Go ahead, breed him. You won’t be able to feel his ass, and he won’t feel your dick.’ The man nodded and left. Knowing how I love his freshly fucked hole after sharing it with buddies, I tried to slide in. It was more like placing my cock into my boy. No friction, no pressure at all. I grasped my cock and balls with my hand and slid everything into my boy. It felt amazing, open, gooey, and raunchy. It didn’t take me long to add my NEG seed to the loads swimming around and oozing out of his cunt. When I pulled out, I notice that my boy was out cold, fucked unconscious by all those dicks who had well and truly cunted him. I held him, telling him how proud of him I was of his new cunt, but he was asleep and didn’t hear a thing. 
       
       


    • By Ozpig
      Had a very weird experience on Sunday afternoon. As a total cockpig and cumdump I am used to being fucked by all shapes and sizes in many different ways. Last Sunday I went to my favourite back room looking to get my arse seen to by five or six tops.  I had been bred a couple of times, once on the fuck bench and once in the darkroom. I was cruising the corridor in my jockstrap looking for more cock, when a tall, beefy top basically pushed me into a cubicle and said "get in there I want to fuck you." I am not one much for the cubicle one on one fuck thing as I prefer to be bred in public, it also generally leads to me getting fucked more as audience participation sets in. But, like a good sub I did what I was told and immediately got to knees and started sucking his lovely thick cock. He told me he had seen me getting bred on the fuck bench. I am used to all sorts of fucks, good, bad, hard, gentle - but I am not used to them being all wrapped up in one top. This man was un-be-lievable. Over the next 25 minutes he fucked me in several different positions, used different angles that made my cunt walls tingle, long dicked me, pumped like a machine, then slowed down to a gentle push. He threw me around the cubicle like I was a ragdoll and took total charge of me. It was one of the most enjoyable and pulsating fucks I have ever had. At one point when I was doggy style he leaned back and massaged the lips of my mancunt with his thumbs as he was fucking me.  The feeling was incredible. He collapsed on my back when he came and his body was soaked in sweat. As soon as he pulled out and lay on his back - I did my usual - setting to work to clean up his cock and balls. I couldn't resist, I was so appreciative of what he had just done to me and how good he made my whole body feel, but I started licking the sweat from his snake trail up is hairy chest.
      He told me he couldn't possible go again. I told him that was ok but I was just being totally appreciative of one of the all time great fucks and how much I appreciated the hard work he had done and how much I appreciated that he was trying to make it enjoyable for me as well, and he well and truly exceeded that goal. He said he had to leave to go to an appointment. He left and I sat in the cubicle for a couple of minutes massaging my own hole and taking in the outrageous fuck he had given me. Even when I went back to the fuck bench, the next three  cocks I took felt better because of the way he had made my hole feel. Not often I am in awe of a top's skill and effort,  more concentrating on just getting a top's rocks off. I hope he is back at the joint next week, as I told him I go every Friday night and most Sunday afternoons if I can't organise something at home. 

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