The Mugger

[shinelover]

PART SIX

 

I awoke the next morning with no clue what time it was, but the sun was already blazing and from the sounds of street activity,

it was late enough. Definitely late -I’m sure that I was missing work.

 

HE was sitting up next to me playing with my phone. I was a little surprised to see him here, but grateful, nonetheless. HE ignored

me for a moment, and that’s when I realized what he was doing -he was deleting all of the contacts in my phone.

 

Alphabetically he worked his way down the list and stopped once he got to ‘W’ for ‘Work’. Then he handed me the phone.

 

“Here. Call work and quit,” he told me, so matter-of-fact I was thrown.

 

“Huh?”

 

“That part of your life is gone now. Accept it. Time to move on. And you’re moving on with me.”

 

Huh. As simple as that. There was no menace in his tone or anything remotely hostile. In fact it was the first time I felt as if we were

just two guys having a conversation.

 

I hesitated for a moment, but it really sunk in that I had gone down a road from which there was no return. I was in all likelihood

incubating an HIV baby inside of me (several probably, given the insane volume of toxic jizz I’d had dumped in me recently) and

would eventually progress to full-blown AIDS if my recent behavior was any indication.

 

Once I accepted my fate, I called work and quit. They were not happy, and they really weren’t happy that I was giving no notice. Gone

is gone, so who cares? I doubted I would be needing a reference from them any time soon.

 

“What now?” I asked HIM.

 

“Now we work together,” he told me, slipping his arm over my shoulders and pulling me close to him.

 

Is this really happening? Does HE want to cuddle? There was such a juxtaposition between the man who was raping my ass last night

after basically breaking into my apartment and the man I woke up next to.

 

“Work together how? I’m going to lose my apartment-” And cue the inevitable panic attack . . .

 

“Relax,” he said soothingly, pulling me closer and kissing the side of my head.

 

Seriously? Did he just do that? Maybe I died during last night’s sex and this is what my heaven looks like. Huh.

 

“First of all, I like your apartment and you’re not going to lose it. As a matter of fact, you’re getting a new roommate,” he said brightly.

 

“Say what?” I couldn’t help it. “Who? Not one of those burn-outs that have been using my ass at your place. No offense if they’re your

friends, but-”

 

“Not them. And they aren’t my friends, either. Casual acquaintances? Some of them.”

 

“Then who?”

 

“Me,” he replied simply.

 

I looked over and frowned at him. Is this really happening? “You?”

 

“You’ve seen that dump I live in. Your place is much nicer and I assume you would prefer to live here instead of move in there.”

 

I pushed away from him so I could turn and face him. “How? How is that going to work. I just quit my job, and you . . . well, lets be

real for a second -you mugged me so that you could make rent. Where is the rent for this place coming from?”

 

“I told you, we’ll work together.”

 

I still wasn’t buying it, and I guess he could tell. “Do you know how much you made me when I sold your ass? I paid the rent and then

some. And that was just with those, as you called them, ‘burn-outs’. That ass is worth millions.”

 

My heart sunk into my stomach. He wasn’t moving in with me because he liked me. He was becoming my pimp!

 

Again it was like he was reading my mind, and he reached over, grabbed my hands and pulled me to him. “Relax. I think I love you,

too,” he said really quickly before he could chicken out I guess. “I don’t know why, but you really put yourself in my hands and trusted

me since we started this thing,” he told me, more pensive than I would have expected of him. “And I’m going to take care of you. That

doesn’t mean that we shouldn’t take advantage of your slutty nature. I know that you loved having that hole of yours used over and

over again, so why not get paid to do it? Do what you love every day?”

 

I inhaled deeply, holding my breath and mulling over what he was proposing. What true pig wouldn’t want to spend his days with cocks

and loads up his ass rather than sitting under fluorescent lighting in some boring stuffy office?

 

I felt my entire body relax into him at that revelation. I knew I could do this. And what’s more, I knew that I could enjoy it. Hell, I’d love

it! So he says he loves me -who knows if that’s true? But to have a man say that and still be willing to let your whore around?

 

Suddenly I was getting excited.

 

I think HE felt the change in my body because he laughed a little. “See? You know I’m right. I’ll work the business end of things, setting

up all of your ‘dates’ and you just do what you do.”

 

I turned my head and said, “Okay.”

 

He leaned in fast and planted his lips onto mine. Not hard like last night, but an actual kiss.

 

That’s really all it took and we were both in heat again. He needed to fuck, and I needed to feel him in me.

 

 

[pozpopperpig]

Fuck yes, gladly quit my job and be his whore...what a great life!

[shinelover]

PART SEVEN

 

 

By the time HE finished filling my aching and slack hole with three loads of his wonderful cum, we were a sweaty,

stinky messy. We lay back for a moment to catch our breath, on our backs staring up at the ceiling.

 

HE turned his head and smiled a big smile at me. “By the way, my name is Drake. You don’t have to call me ‘HE’

anymore,” he chuckled.

 

I flushed, totally embarrassed at being caught texting about him. I knew he must have read my text history when he’d

been fooling around with the phone earlier.

 

“Relax, we didn’t exactly have a conventional meeting, did we? Not many muggers bother to properly introduce

themselves,” he told me, to which we both laughed.

 

Drake rolled over, right on top of me so he was looking down into my eyes, a significant portion of his weight right on

me. “Nice to meet you, Christopher,” he said with a smile, and then lowered his head to kiss me. “Now come on, let’s

go shower,” he added, bouncing off the bed and heading to the bathroom.

 

We took a long and steamy shower. I sucked his cock and balls, just affectionately, not to actually get him off, and

while I was on my knees he let his piss fly over my crotch.

 

I was surprised he hadn’t let it go when he was in my mouth, so I guided his cock up and had him piss all over my

face and then into my open mouth. The look of lust on his face was intense. When his flow ebbed he pulled me up and

kissed my pissy mouth with a passion I never expected to feel from my mugger.

 

After the shower we got dressed and actually moved him right in. All that he really wanted to take with him were his

electronics, toys, some stuff from the kitchen, and his clothes. As we left the house with his final load of stuff, Drake

saw a couple of his ‘acquaintances’ coming down the street towards us.

 

“Rents paid till the end of the month. Furniture’s all yours if you want it,” he told them, not waiting for a response, and

then we were gone.

 

As we drove back to my place, our place, it occurred to me that I wasn’t the only one who gave up a little. He was

leaving that place, and apparently whatever form of friends he had in his old neighborhood.

 

Mind you, I left fairly lucrative career in the corporate sector and he left a dump of an apartment, but tomato-tomahto.

 

We took a couple of days to get him settled and to adjust to being around each other constantly, and then by the end

of the week Drake told me it was time to try things out. Beginning small, he posted on ad online with a shot of my ass

as an escort for any and all loads. No load refused.

 

I was a little surprised that we already received some responses within the hour. He deleted a couple who he called

‘lookie-losers’ and responded to one to start off. Drake was actually taking my comfort into consideration, so somehow

I felt protected.

 

He kept tinkering on my computer while I was in the bathroom getting myself prep’d for my first trick. Fuck, I can’t

believe I’m even thinking that about myself. I’d say something about how far I’ve fallen, but my raging hard cock is

telling me different things.

 

Drake actually drove me to the guy’s hotel and waited for me down in the lobby. He was really going to take care of

me. I actually felt my heart swell. He walked me to the elevator and kissed me, full on the mouth, in front of everyone

else that was awaiting the lift, and then I watched his ass in his tight jeans as he retreated to the lobby.

 

Minutes later I was knocking on the door, which was promptly answered by a man I really never would have expected.

He looked like a Mormon or high school science teacher. Just so ordinary and average and a little bit pure.

 

Whatever, I wasn’t there to judge. He let me in and I immediately want for his pants, opening and dropping them to

the floor to reveal a nice looking six inch boner with an upward curve.

 

I dropped to my knees and deep-throated him for a moment before coming up and just slurping and sucking him to

get him going. After a few minutes of that treatment, which he just stood still with his arms hanging at his sides, he

finally relaxed enough to reach down and smooth his hand along my back until it reached my pants.

 

His fingers wiggled until they worked their way into my pants. I’d only worn a jock strap, so my ass was exposed to

him now, and he began to probe at my hole.

 

When he felt my hole winking to him, he changed his demeanor entirely. He stood straight up, pulled his cock from my

mouth, and ordered me onto the bed on hands and knees.

 

I quickly slipped out of my pants and presented him with my ass, which he immediately drove his steely length directly

into without hesitation. I lost my breath for a moment, just from the surprise of the quick attack, and not from his size.

 

His cock was the perfect size for this kind of anal assault, and within seconds I was loving my job.

 

I let out a loud moan and shoved my ass back to show him that it felt great, and he put his hands on my hips and

began to pound me.

 

Knowing that I was there for this man’s pleasure, I made sure to put on a show for him. I was there to work his ego

as well as his cock, so I moaned how good his cock felt in me, how I loved the way he pounded me, and how I

couldn’t wait to get his baby batter in my hole.

 

This really got him going, and he slam fucked me mercilessly, and I loved every second. We were both grunting,

groaning, and sweating up a storm. It was awesome!

 

After about ten minutes of this intense fucking he gritted his teeth. “Ugh, fuck, I’m gonna cum,” he groaned. “You

want it? You want it in you?”

 

“Fuck yeah! Give it to me! Fucking fill my ass with your hot cum!” I begged.

 

He roared and slammed balls-deep as his nuts exploded and flooded my hole with their cargo. I made sure to remain

connected with him until he had emptied every drop of his seed, milking his cock with my ass muscles.

 

After a couple of minutes he slowly eased out of me, stood back and let out a laugh. “That was amazing,” he told me.

“I’ve honestly never done that before, but you made it feel better than I ever could have imagined.”

 

He was panting to catch his breath as I rolled over to look at his smiling face. It was then I noticed the wedding ring,

and figured that he was probably married with children.

 

“I’m glad you enjoyed yourself, you fucked my ass like a pro,” I complimented. “Do you want to go again?” I asked,

since we’d only been at it for about 30 minutes. Not like I was an on-the-clock ho, but I wanted to be sure to give my

first client the best possible service for his money.

 

“No, you got my entire nut. I haven’t blown a load in weeks, so I am good. I can’t thank you enough,” he told me,

casually walking to the dresser and fiddling with his wallet with his back to me.

 

He returned to the bed and handed me an envelope. “I threw in a little extra since you were so amazing.”

 

“Thank-you, that is very generous,” I replied. “Any time you’re in town, I’m more than happy to come by.”

 

“I travel a lot, and I do come here often, so you’ll be hearing from me again. Probably every couple of weeks, if that

works for you.”

 

“Absolutely,” I beamed, thrilled that I’d already made my first regular. I stood, pulled my clothes into place, and then

he led me to the door.

 

“Thanks again,” he whispered into my ear as I opened the door.

 

“You’re most welcome,” I told him with a big smile.

 

My first client was a sweet man with a nice cock, and he was generous to boot. I made my way back to the lobby,

trying to hold his big load in my ass and not embarrass myself in front of the hotel staff and customers, but I could

feel it sloshing around inside of me. It was a big load!

 

 

[Bicycledude]

Such a hot series ?

[pozpopperpig]

What a lucky whore! So HOT!

[seattlebbbtm]

This is a great story line with limitless adventures 

[shinelover]

Thanks for liking this story, guys. I know I've got at least one more chapter in my perverted mind but haven't had time lately to write it. Will post as soon as I can. 

[shinelover]

PART EIGHT

 

 

I spent the next couple of weeks taking cocks and loads from a couple of guys per day, so I was fast on my way to being a full-time whore. And I was also enjoying every minute of it.

 

Who knew that life could feel so fulfilling being used like this? Most people hear about the rough lives of prostitutes but, if done right, it can be a dream come true. It certainly was mine.

 

At the beginning of my third week as a paid whore, Drake came into the bedroom with a little extra swagger in his step, fanning his face with a post-it and grinning a big shit-eating grin that was so damn sexy.

 

I knew that he had something to tell me, but I had to have him right now. Despite my whoring, he hadn’t wavered in his need to use me, too. I was concerned that he might think I was too slutty or used up to want to touch me or have anything to do with me, but Drake is one of the rare men who gets more into you the sluttier you get.

 

Rather than give him time to say anything about the client I know he was just about to mention, I lay on my back and raised my legs up, bending my knees and pulling them up by my chest, giving him a clear view of my hungry hole.

 

His cock immediately sprang to life and he tossed the post-it over his shoulder and dove face first onto the bed, landing mere inches from my hole.

 

Seconds later his tongue was wetting me, and still seconds after that I felt him shifting and lining his big cock up with my hole.

 

Drake fucked me just as passionately as ever, slamming me hard and deep, despite any discomfort that I might be experiencing. Truth be told, I no longer registered discomfort with him. This is my place, and I just welcomed any side-effect of him fucking me.

 

Besides, my hole had been busted open properly by him long ago, so no matter how he fucked me, I only wanted more. I begging him to rape my ass and infect me again.

 

He’d been getting into the idea of ‘re-infection’ lately, and was trying to find more toxic guys to add their strains to my ass. And hopefully to pass on to him.

 

I would never fuck him, and he never wanted me to. But we had some other plans to get new strains into his bloodstream.

 

In the mean time, he railed into me, making the headboard crash against the wall again and again, while I moaned like a whore and he grunted like the fuckstud he is, until finally I felt his dick begin to swell in my tunnel, knowing he was just about to flood me again.

 

And I felt it as I always did with him, firing off rounds of viral cum into my hungry hole. "Take it, take that fucking poz cum!" he howled.

 

And as soon as his cum shot out of his dick head, it triggered my own balls to erupt and I shot cum all up my stomach, chest and neck.

 

Normally Drake would allow himself to just collapse on top of me while our breathing returned to normal, but this time, with my own mess on me, he stayed hovering over me, looking deep into my eyes.

 

After a long moment, he leaned forward and began to lap up all of my cum. With his hard cock still buried deep inside of me, slowly oozing the last of his seed into me, he bent down and placed his lips to mine.

 

As soon as our tongues sought each others, all of the cum flooded into my mouth, and we were passing it back and forth until we finally, eventually, swallowed it all.

 

Never, ever, is a drop of cum wasted in our house. Cum goes in my ass and stays there until my walls absorb it all (and sometimes there is a helluva lot of cum!!) or it goes in our stomachs, mine more often than his. But the more our intimacy grows, the more he seems open to accepting my offering, too.

 

Finally, breathing returning to normal, cocks less hard, we lay on our backs staring up at the ceiling. Panting. Smiling.

 

“I fucking love you,” I told him, turning my head to study his profile.

 

Drake rolled onto his side to look me straight in the eyes, reached up and cupped the back of my head with his big hand and pulled me closer to kiss me once again, and then said, “And I fucking love you. I never knew I’d feel like this, but you do it to me.”

 

“You do everything to me. I never would have been able to be free like this if it wasn’t for you,” I told him honestly. And it’s true -he’d freed the whore in me that I struggled to suppress for my entire life.

 

“Now, what is the job that you looked so happy about?” I asked him.

 

“Oh, yeah!” he exclaimed, jumping off of the bed and retrieving the little paper. “This is a good one, babe. Full-blown AIDS fucker. Just found out his meds quit on him a while back and didn’t realize that he was going full-blow or that his viral load was sky-rocketing. He’s been holding off fucking anyone because he’s scared of what will happen. But said he figured that if he was paying someone, and our ad says any load taken, so he offered a couple of thousand for a couple of hours.”

 

Drake was sitting next to me on the bed as he told me all of this, and I couldn’t help but notice that we were both rock hard again as he explained all of this to me.

 

Clearly the thought of being fucked by this sick man was a huge turn-on for the both of us, and I couldn’t fight my animal urges. I rolled over, shoving Drake onto is back and I straddled him, immediately lowering my cummy hole onto his hard meat.

 

I sat down in one movement, balls-deep, threw my head back and sighed loudly. “Yessss,” I hissed.

 

“You’re so fuckin’ hot, babe. I love how hungry that hot ass is.”

 

As I rode his cock, rising up and slamming myself down hard to probe as deep inside of me as possible, Drake shoved his hips up to meet me, making sure to penetrate me as far as his meat could manage.

 

We kept this up for about 10 minutes until I heard his breathing change and knew that he was about to flood my guts again, so I rode him even harder. "Do it," I begged. "Give me that fuckin' charged sperm. Knock me up, baby!"

 

I was grunting and he was groaning, and we blasted off together, this time my load spray-painting his furry chest and stomach, while he did the same to my insides.

 

Going for a repeat of earlier, I leaned down and licked up my load and put my mouth to his until we’d devoured it all.

 

His cock was still nearly hard inside of me, so I just sat upright and enjoyed the feeling of fullness. It was better than any meditation I’ve ever tried, I can tell you that.

 

Just as I was coming out of my sex-stupor, Drake placed the little post-it in my hand and grinned. I looked at it and my stomach instantly did flips.

 

Something of a mixture of fear and excitement raced through me. The name on the paper was one I knew -my boss from the job that I quit to become a whore!

 

As I stared at the paper, almost hypnotized by it, I realized that Drake was once again thrusting up into me. I looked down past the paper in my hand and saw that I was rock hard -again!

 

“You’re such a fucking slut,” Drake chuckled as he rammed up into me.

 

“Your slut,” I told him, tossing the paper over my shoulder and putting all of me into another fuck.

 

 

[pozpopperpig]

HOT!  Excellent twist!  Can't wait to read more!

[oinker]

Your stories are so hot man keep them all cummingOINK!!!!!!!

[shinelover]

PART NINE (This may be the final chapter, haven't decided just yet. If something new comes to me, I will add to it)

 

Drake told me to make sure I was extra clean for my visit to my old boss. They’d finalized the arrangements this morning, deciding the best place for a whore like me to get bred is the cheapest, sleaziest, dirtiest motel in the city.

 

This was also in a horrible neighborhood, so on top of my nerves about seeing the old boss, I was concerned about the seedy element. Drakes old neighborhood looked like upper-middle class compared to this area.

 

The worst part is because of the bad area, Drake wasn’t even hanging around. He told me when the time was up he’d swing by and pick me up. In the mean time, the old boss was my boss again -at least for the two hours he’d paid for.

 

I watched Drake pull away from the motel and then quickly went and knocked on the door, taking a few tentative steps back. I did not want to be out in the open for long around here. I looked too damn clean, and that would bring me nothing but trouble.

 

The door swung open quickly and there he stood. My asshole ex-boss, Mr. Waters. I couldn’t help but think that if he’d been fucking me while we worked together we probably would have gotten along better. Maybe that’s why he was so mean to me -because he wasn’t fucking me. Hmm.

 

“Well, well, well, look who comes crawling back like a disgusting fucking whore. A real whore,” he laughed.

 

I wanted to say something smart like, “And you’re doing well, obviously. Why else would you be hiring ass off of the internet? Not to mention you look like death warmed over!” But you can’t say shit like that to paying customers.

 

But he did look like shit. I hadn’t been gone from work long, but he’d easily lost forty pounds, his cheeks sunken, his body looked skeletal underneath his clothes. And his skin tone -well that had that dusty pale look that says ‘death’.

 

I almost laughed to myself when I thought, “That’s it! If he was wearing a black cloak with one of those long poles with the hook on the end, he’d look just like the grim reaper!!”. But luckily I didn’t laugh -what kind of person would laugh at this man’s pain?

 

Instead, I grinned at him. He’s paying for it, I need to make it good. I took a step towards the room but he held a hand out as if to say, “Stop”.

 

So I stopped, glancing quickly over both shoulders to be sure that I wasn’t about to get jumped or something.

 

“On your knees. I want you to crawl to me,” he told me with far too much delight at my predicament. “You’re crawling back to me . . . I want it for real,” he added, his tone dark and sinister.

 

Fucking asshole, I thought. The only way I’m going to get through this degradation is to pretend that I’m enjoying everything he’s putting me through. He won’t enjoy it so much if it’s not having the desired effect.

 

So, I got down on hands and knees, painfully aware of how gross the ground was, covered in cigarette butts and ash, spit, probably urine and cum and lord only knows what else. Filth.

 

I was also painfully aware of the hooting, hollering and laughing coming from the audience on the street around the hotel. They had a clear view of the show I was putting on.

 

More fucking assholes, I thought, wagging my fine ass at them as if to say, “You can’t have it!”.

 

Mr. Waters laughed louder at them, and stepped aside to allow me into the room. “So this is it? You’re a dirty whore now? Fuck, I should have knocked you up with my poison while I had the chance before. No matter -you’re getting something much stronger today,” he laughed.

 

Maybe he thought he would scare me, but I wasn’t giving him any satisfaction. “Thank-you, Sir. I want it,” I told him.

 

He stopped laughing and glared down at me. “Is that right? Are you ready to fucking die?” he asked, sounding quite ominous to be completely honest. “My cum will kill you. It’s in me, killing me. You want to die a whore’s death?”

 

I gulped over a lump in my throat, steadied myself and looked at him. “Yes, Sir. That’s what I’m here for.” My body had that rush, that feeling of sudden dread, and yet I don’t think I’ve ever been so excited in my life. I just wished that Drake was here with me as a part of it all.

 

“Damn fucking right,” he grumbled. “Now get on this dick,” he ordered, yanking his pants over and pulling out a rather choice piece of meat.

 

Who the hell knew this is what was hiding underneath those ugly ass suits all of those years? I might have let him fuck me after all!

 

Still on my knees, I crawled to him and took him into my mouth. First his cock head, which I licked and probed with my tongue. He dropped his head back and groaned, so I knew he was liking my work so far.

 

And then I went down to lick is balls, eventually managing to get the entire low-hanging sack into my mouth where I slurped on them like they were candy.

 

When my jaw began to get sore, I released his juice-makers and went back to his mighty cock, which I managed to take all the way down in one slow descent.

 

Again he moaned his appreciation. “Fucking pig, I wish I knew how talented that fucking mouth was back when you worked for me. I’d have had you living under my desk sucking my dick all day long,” he chuckled.

 

“That is, when I wasn’t pounding the fuck out of your sweet ass. Yeah, I checked that ass out plenty, but you strutted around that place like you were untouchable, like maybe no one would ever try anything on you? I should have fucked you up then just to teach you a lesson,” he growled.

 

His mood had changed and he yanked his dick out of my mouth, my teeth scraping his rod with the sudden movement. He gasped momentarily, snarled down at me as if he was about to hit me, but then reeled it in and began to laugh.

 

We both looked down at his cock and saw that where my teeth had scraped, there were fresh abrasions seeping blood from them. My stomach immediately did another flip.

 

Fuck, there will be no escaping his virus now, I thought. And still my ass practically yawned open, so hungry for the stuffing only he would provide me.

 

When I looked back up at his face, he was grinning an evil grin. “Get on the bed, hands and knees at the foot of the bed. Time to destroy that ass.”

 

I assumed the position straight away, but he disappeared into the bathroom for a second, returning with a toothbrush in hand and I knew immediately what he was up to.

 

Before I knew it, he had already jammed it up my ass and was viciously scrubbing away. “This is my toothbrush but I figure we’re going to be sharing a virus anyway, so what’s a few oral germs between friends,” he laughed.

 

He was really scrubbing away and my ass was feeling quite raw. When he finally yanked the brush out of my hole, he thrust it into my face to show me how red it was. Not pink, as some other guys describe in these scenarios. It was saturated in blood fucking red.

 

I don’t know what possessed me, but I reached out and took the brush from him and then stuck it into my mouth and began scrubbing my gums with it.

 

He roared with laughter while he simultaneously jammed his cock into my pig hole about half-way in one thrust. Another couple of hard ruts and he was balls-deep in me.

 

Despite what this would result in, it felt like heaven. Can’t lie. He was very sick in more ways than one, but his cock felt absolutely amazing sawing in and out of my fuckhole.

 

For the next forty minutes we didn’t speak at all. It was a continuous and relentless pounding of my ass, the sounds of our skin smacking skin and our uncontrollable grunts and moans the only noises we made.

 

After forty minutes (I know because these days I am very much on the clock) he pulled out, walked around to the edge of the bed and showed me his cock.

 

It was huge and shiny, glistening in precum and extremely red from a mixture of his blood and mine. Just thinking that again made my dick jump several times beneath me.

 

Again without thinking, I leaned forward and took his bloodied cock in my mouth and slurped him clean, knowing that his bleeding cock was oozing into my mouth with my roughed-up gums, too.

 

Suddenly I felt the need more than ever before. When I pulled back, I looked up at him. “Come on, fuck me. Time to give me that load, Sir. I need it in me . . . please.”

 

His face lit up at that. “Please? Well how can I deny you when you said the magic word?” he chucked, but not viciously as he was before.

 

Mr. Waters went back around and entered me again, in one deep hard thrust, and resumed slam-fucking me.

 

“How can I deny a whore the very thing that he needs more than anything? I still can’t believe you quit working for me to do this,” he snarled, slamming me extra hard.

 

Okay, so Mr. Niceguy didn’t stick around for very long . . .

 

“But I must admit, that fucking pig hole feels like it was made for this. Is that it, slut? You finally decided that this is what you were born to do?”

 

I didn’t hesitate when I told him, “Absolutely.”

 

“So what brought this on, hm? Just out of the blue you decided to throw your whole life away and become some diseased fuck whore?”

 

I wasn’t sure how much I was meant to reveal, but I figured I’d keep it to basic facts that might turn him on more. “I got grabbed one night and . . . raped, I guess you could say.”

 

“Raped?” he asked, stopping mid-stride. “And how exactly did that go down?”

 

“Doesn’t matter. Just that it turned into multiple guys and I found out that they were all poz. And I enjoyed it. From there I just needed more,” I confessed.

 

“I guess I should thank whoever it was that raped this fine ass,” he laughed.

 

“You already are -he’s my boyfriend now . . . and my pimp.”

 

For some reason that really did it for him and he slam-fucked me so hard I saw stars. After only another minute or two like this he roared at the top of his lungs as his balls erupted and flooded me with his poison swimmers.

 

We remained locked like this for a few minutes while he continued to empty his balls into me, our breathing ragged and choppy, sweat covering both of our bodies.

 

Finally he eased his softening cock from my hole and I instantly spun around and took him into my mouth again to lick clean. His dick tasted so good covered in our blood and my ass juices along with his toxic sperm.

 

Luckily he’s not sensitive after blowing his wad, so he allowed me to remain on my knees worshiping his cock for several minutes until it began to come to life again.

 

When he was fully hard he stepped away, though, and pulled on his pants, but didn’t bother to actually close them up. It was just enough to cover himself up before he walked out the door.

 

I had no clue what he was up to, but I could hear him talking to some of the rough bunch that had been hanging around outside before. And when he returned, he wasn’t alone.

 

Along with Mr. Waters was a black guy who, had be not been strung-out or messed up in any number of ways, might be considered attractive. He gave off a sexy-tough-guy vibe, and the growing bulge in his pants certainly spoke of a good time.

 

“This here’s Anton,” Mr. Waters told me, once again dropping his pants to the floor and stepping out of them. “Everyone outside promises that he’s the most toxic fucker among them,” he continued as he strolled around the room. “I’ve just a little over an hour left on the clock, so we’re going to spend that time wrecking that whore-hole of yours.”

 

I watched as Anton removed his tee-shirt and then stepped out of his pants, his big black cock flopping around in front of him. Damn did that thing make my mouth water and my butt-hole quiver.

 

“Non-stop, my little whore,” Mr. Waters continued, walking back to the bed and laying down. Holding his cock upright, he waggled it at me. “Come and climb on. Anton will be sliding in along with me and trashing that fuck-hole until my time is up.”

 

I didn’t hesitate, and climbed onto the bed, between his legs, and then lowered myself all the way down onto his hard cock. I leaned forward, hovering over him, and then felt the bed shift as Anton climbed up behind me.

 

Seconds later I felt the enormous bulb of his cock head pushing at my entrance next to Mr. Waters. Man, did it hurt. My hole was stretching like never before, but finally I felt my hole open up and his cock rushed inside me. I’m also sure that I felt tearing, but I couldn’t do anything about that now.

 

Anton made it all the way into me, balls-deep, before retreating and then sliding back in. After these few careful strokes, he began to pump and pound me, while Mr. Waters rocked his hips up into me from below.

 

It was a bit of a strange sensation enduring a fuck like that. One man was slowly rocking up into me from underneath while the other was basically jack-hammering me from behind.

 

After a while Anton slowed down and I felt him easing his cock back, not out entirely but just enough to hold only the head in.

 

“Bitch is bleeding,” he commented.

 

“I know, I did it to him. Make sure my bug gets in him good,” Mr. Waters told him. “My dick’s bleeding, too, so he’s gettin’ it good.”

 

Anton’s grip on my hips tightened at this. “And he still wants it?” he huffed.

 

“Begged me for my first load,” Mr. Waters chuckled. “And I bet he’ll be begging both of us for more. Won’t you, slut?”

 

“Please, give it to me, Sir. I need it,” I begged. “Knock me up with your AIDS.”

 

Both men laughed at my pleading, but their fucking became more intense and determined. Another ten minutes and they both flooded me, but neither removed his cock.

 

Instead they just went back to pumping me. And this is how the rest of Mr. Water’s time went. Both men fucked the hell out of my tortured hole and released two more loads each before they were done with me.

 

When time was up, Mr. Waters quickly dressed and was almost out the door when he turned back to me. “At least my virus will live on in you after I’m gone. I’ll see about getting another few doses in you before I’m gone,” he said before disappearing out the door.

 

“Sick fuck,” Anton commented, pulling his clothes on. Then he grinned at me. “I can’t afford to pay you, but if you ever want this dick again, I’m usually in the area,” he told me before taking off.

 

I got dressed but didn’t bother to try and clean myself up. These days I wore the signs of my profession like badges of honor. Every streak of cum was pride. Every knowing look from other sluts was pride. The telltale wet spot at the ass of my pants was serious pride.

 

And not just for me. I knew that it would turn Drake the fuck on! He was waiting in the car outside, looking very concerned. Clearly he had seen both men leave and was beginning to worry what they’d done to me.

 

“You okay?” he asked urgently, before pulling away and heading home. “What the fuck was that all about?”

 

“I’m fine. Mr. Waters thought it would be fun to add another toxic dick to my hole along with his,” I sighed.

 

“How long did they double-dick you?”

 

“Over an hour.”

 

I could see the muscles in his jaw flexing as he tried to control his temper. “They could have done some serious damage. Are you sure you’re okay?”

 

“Well, the damage is done. He used his toothbrush on my ass, and his dick was bleeding, too. So there’s no escaping his AIDS now,” I told him, so matter-of-fact you’d think we were discussing tonight's dinner menu or something.

 

I could see his temper ease. I knew talking about our diseases would shift his attention, and he removed one of his hands from the wheel and shoved it behind me, easing his hand down into my pants where he began to finger my gaping sloppy hole.

 

When he pulled his fingers out, they were drenched in cum and pink -at least I knew that I wasn’t hemorrhaging. His fingers were mostly covered in cum, lots of cum.

 

Drake grinned and returned his gaze to the road while I leaned over and sucked his fingers clean. He didn’t have to say anything or even thrust them in my direction. I just knew that it was what he wanted me to do.

 

** Having just finished this part, I may do one or two more posts because I've got a couple of ideas involving Anton, too.**

 

 

[Guest pozpig46]

Each part got hotter and more interesting and a shame it came to an end . 

[bjbottom]

It is the frothy pink mixture of blood and cum around my hole and nutsac is the best sight and sloppy slurping sound of my cum slick hole being pounded hard and pumped full of more cum is like music to me ears.    Thank you for sharing your great story

[deepfix]

Part nine really hot, looking forward to hearing how it affects him, and if there will be a "rematch ".............

[losolent]

Such a thought out story loved reading it.