My Slut

[MethSlut]

One

 

I don’t think I ever did get to know his name. He became known as slut to me very early on in the relationship that we built together. To be fair to me, I’d be extremely surprised if he knew my name either. He always seemed to call me Boss or Daddy. It’s a little unfair to be honest. I’m only just 40, I’m trim and workout obsessed and have been since I was in my teens, and I have the body to go with that – massive arms, massive chest, massive legs and a massive dick with a propensity to get hard at the slightest provocation. 

 

And fuck me did the slut provoke me. I first saw him in our local cruising park, one (very busy!) Saturday night. I was there trying to blow a quick and dirty load as it was hot and I was horny, but I had things to be doing that night. For reasons I’ll come on to, I work most Saturday nights, albeit for myself. I was cruising around trying to find someone I wanted to screw yet finding nothing but the average guy and then round the next tree, there he was. Slut was easy to see – he’s around 22 (never did actually ask his age), very lithe build and when I first saw him, he was shoved up against a tree taking a dick up his quite frankly hot as fuck little butt. The anonymous guy plowing him was making one hell of a racket, grunting and spitting on the slut and basically having the time of his life. What surprised me most though was, given the slut was extremely pretty, that he’d chosen to take this guy up him. He wasn’t attractive in the conventional sense, more a dad body or a bear body, not that big a dick, not dominant or commanding, or really anything other than Joe Average and whilst that’s not a bad thing of course, slut could really have commanded his pick of the litter. 

 

Joe Average came inside the slut. I expected a condom to come off, but there wasn’t one. Slut immediately got to his knees and sucked his butt juices off the guy’s cock. He walked away without saying a word to the slut, leaving him there on his knees, cum dribbling out of his mouth. His beautiful hazel brown eyes looked greedily up at me and I felt my dick spring hard and thought he looked too good to miss a go on. I walked to him and began to open my fly, but the slut turned to me and said “Sorry Daddy, you’ll need to wait your turn”. He stood up and bent over the tree again and immediately, another guy stepped out of the darkness and began to bang him raw. My eyes adjusted to the darkness between the trees and I saw there was a group of about five guys wanking and (presumably) waiting to fuck the slut. None of them attractive as me, but slut seemed to want them all. 

 

I couldn’t figure this out. My body, presence, and dick are worth having. Usually, I kick the gross guys off and plow whoever the fuck I want. Weirdly, not being allowed to made me harder. I got angry and stormed off. Little prick tease, let him get fucked. I needed to get some work done, so I decided to do that and come back and fuck someone else later on. 

 

Two hours later I had a gap, so I was back in the park and once again, I saw the slut. This time, he was without a queue for his butt. I saw red and I walked up to him and asked him if he’d got time to fit me in. I tried to look nonchalant, but my traitor cock was hard as a rock, which kind of gave the game away. 

 

Slut said “Yes Boss – but you need to know I’ve been fucked by a few guys tonight and their loads are all still in me. Some guys are not happy with sloppy seconds”.

 

“How many?”

 

“I lost count at twenty five…”

 

Fuck my traitor dick. It was so hard at this point it started to show out the top of my waistband. It’s 10 inches and pretty thick. I love sloppy seconds and screwing a slut after he’s taken two football teams up his butt is my idea of heaven. I feigned a pretence that I didn’t believe him. 

 

“Liar. No-one gets that many loads in a park”

 

He smirked (which is too fucking beautiful and he bloody knows it) and turned around.

 

“Really Daddy, let me show you”

 

He grabbed my right hand, and got the first and second fingers extended, then began to suck on them, kind of weirdly erogenously. He then moved the wet fingers down and pulled me in to kiss him. His mouth was sensuous and wet, and tasted of cum, ass and man. He slid my hands over his wonderful ass, then guided the fingers inside. I was immediately rewarded with a fucking torrent of cum. Slut pulled them out and sucked the cum off gently, and sweetly, but looking hard into my eyes all the time. I growled and decided to take him then and there. I knew he didn’t use rubbers – obviously – so I just picked him up and shoved him onto my cock. It’s a massive tool and I usually go in gently, but there was no need with this slut – straight to the base and no sign of any pain, probably due to the fucking huge amount of jizz I could feel slopping around inside him. 

 

He moaned loudly and I began to pull him up and down grunting and groaning myself, cum flying out of his butt and up and down my shaft. Something was missing. A dynamic I felt we should have had but didn’t quite. I cursed myself inwardly. This was a bad fuck! How?!? 

 

Slut sensed it too. He leaned into me and whispered, very quietly, in a very low voice “stop pretending to be a kind and caring lover Boss. We both know you’re a depraved fucking animal. So am I. I live to get fucked, to be used and to be a big man’s fuck toy. Damage me, Daddy”.

 

I was shocked and threw him off. He landed on the ground, but in two seconds was on his back with his butt pointing up at me. The moonlight caught the glint in his eyes. WTF? This guy was wired as hell. Bad boy indeed!

 

I leaned into him, penetrating him again slowly with my hand around his neck, deliberately, taking the time I needed to make it clear I dominated that butt, that it was mine from now on. I leaned in and whispered to him, very quietly and in a very low voice “I know your kind tweaker boy. You’re high as a kite aren’t you?”

 

“Yes Sir”

 

“What on?”

 

“Not much really Sir”

 

I smacked him around the mouth, hard, as I knew he’d lied. I won’t have my bitches lying to me. This did not have the desired effect. He smiled seductively, leaned towards me and, in a very demanding tone for a bitch said:

 

“I didn’t even feel that”

 

So I have no choice but to punch him a solid roundhouse. Now, I’m a big guy; 19 inch biceps and a solid upper body. So he felt it. I expected him to cry out, but no, he just smiled back at me and said:

 

“Thank you Sir. I love being treated mean by a proper guy. I took 32 cocks tonight, 27 loads – I lied when I said I hadn’t counted – but they were all pussies. Sluts need a real guy to show them who is in charge”

 

“What on?”

 

“Just a small bit of T, G, K, poppers and a bit of liquor Sir”

 

Fucking hell, more pharmacy than a hospital. This kid was going to be trouble, and yet I couldn’t look away. For the first time in my adult life, I’d fallen in love.

 

“Slut, you and me are going to be good friends I think. Just so happens I work every Saturday night - dealing just those chems”.

[MethSlut]

Two

 

“Yes Sir, please Sir, more Sir, don’t stop I need your seed, please Sir”

 

The cries of slut as I came in him for the third time. 

 

“Eat it out of your cunt slut”

 

“Yes Daddy”

 

Slut proceeded to start to finger the cum out of his cunt and lick it off his fingers. It’s pretty vile, but I get off on it. More importantly, the guy in the corner who had paid a good sum to watch slut get fucked by me liked to see it. Slut winked at him whilst he was slurping away and the guy started wanking furiously to see it. My slut has a very seductive wink and a very pretty face. 

 

He came to live with me about a week after our encounter in the park. We were going to take things slow, it was obvious we had chemistry, but in that week every time we saw each other we’d end up goading each other, harder, faster, stronger and steadily more depraved sex. It became obvious to me that the little slut was a junky and it also became obvious to me that I could find ways to fund the habit. Plus, have a lot of fun doing it. 

 

“The slut will take your load as well for another hundred if you want him to. Isn’t that right slut?”

 

“Yes Daddy. I like loads”

 

I mean, he and I both knew he’d take it for free, as the boy lived to be no loads refused. Practically defined the term. But the guy in the hotseat didn’t know that. He mumbled something to me

 

“What, sorry, I didn’t catch that?”

 

“I only screw whores when they’re high”

 

Oh dear, oh no, how awful, how would my utterly depraved junky tweaker slut cope with such a demand? Sometimes these things are just too easy.

 

“Then it’s five hundred”

 

“I want to slam him”

 

“Six hundred”

 

“Done”

 

 The first time I slammed up slut I had been cautious and asked him how much he wanted. He said “dealer’s choice, Daddy” by which he meant I was to choose. Three months in, I no longer even bother to ask him. He loves to be controlled and made to feel like a meth bitch. I handed the guy a pin. 

 

“Be careful, this is a 0.6; he’ll end up flying off the charts”

 

The guy put down his leaking cock and took the pin.

 

“Fuck me, I like this whore”

 

“Cash first”

 

Believe it or not, I have ApplePay. So a quick phone tap later and the tourniquet went on. Slut lets out a little whimper. He does it every single time when the smell of the alcohol pad hits him and it’s so sweet my heart flutters but I’m playing big bad dom not soppy lovebird so I try to keep a straight face and not lean in a snog his face off. Bit of an effort. 

The guys manages to find the register first go, the flash occurs, the fluid disappears in slowly. He’s clearly savouring this. It’s a slam moron, not a dribble. But then we’re done, the tourniquet is snapped off and the slut heaves up his lungs and begins to let out the most amazing cough. 

 

“Oh fuck. Daddy fuck me, this is strong please I need a cock in me, please oh Christ” and so on and so on. He’s doing this whilst pawing at his jizz-filled butt and sucking up the cum from earlier. The guy who’s buying looks at me and I say

 

“Get in there man, the slut needs his holes filling”

 

“Thanks”

 

“Don’t thank me, thank the slut”

 

“Thanks, slut”

 

“I NEED A COCK, FFS, I NEED A MAN IN ME RIGHT NOW”

 

The guy whose name we never found out jumped onto the bed and pulled the slut towards him slowly, clearly trying to savour the moment. I could have told him for free that slow wasn’t going to work when my slut was rushing. The look of surprise almost made me laugh out loud when slut jumped up, knocked him on his back and started to ride him cowboy, literally milking the seed out of the guy’s dick with his rabid hole. Slut was panting now like a bitch in heat and he gets nothing but verbal trash coming out of his mouth when he rushes, so we both had to endure him asking for cock, more cock, harder cock etc whilst the guy was fucking him. 

 

Soon, the guy came with a sudden shudder and the slut climbed off, kissed him hard, rolled onto his back and began to scoop the cum out of his cunt. He offered me a taste of course, but I declined. The guy cleaned himself up and clearly embarrassed a little, went out the door. I told him to get back in touch if he wanted to go again. 

 

However, fifteen minutes of fucking versus the duration of a slam don’t quite have the same timeframe and my slut was rushing hard off a 0.6 – he had what I call his ‘Stan doesn’t have a patch on me’ smile on his face – a sort of demand for more cock, more cum, more fists and more and more and more…

 

I am always happy to oblige. My cock went up again and in it went, churning my previous loads and the guys loads into my little slut. I put my hands in my favourite fucking place – around his neck with the little bit of threat that comes with that – and began to bang, cum flying out of slut’s butthole and soaking my dick and balls. I was starting to get nice and wet with the other guy’s cum and my earlier loads, casually smacking the bitch around  the face and in the chest, making him grunt and groan and goad me into harder and deeper fucking.

 

Then the phone rang