Married Man Cum Obsession#10
By Daddy Vampyrered@gmail.com
As with all the other installments of this story, no part may be copied in part or whole, or used with out my permission. Also if you are not of legal age to read this type of material please do not. This story includes man-to-man sex, bareback sex, piss, and raunch just to name a few. If this does not excite you, please search the Nifty archives for something more suitable to your needs. Some of this story is true, and some fiction, but in all its parts it is a real fantasy or reality to someone. Let me also state, that this story is written to entertain, not to endorse or even chastise someone for what they enjoy. We all make our own informed choices where sex is involved. Please enjoy, and I do enjoy receiving feedback on my story.
First round of fucks was great. Had every size and shape imaginable. I truly had not thought myself capable of taking that much dick and cum. I needed a shower, and some food. I got in the shower, and loved the water pressure in this hotel. The hot, streaming spray felt good on my body, and helped me release some of the tension I was holding in my back. I also used the shower shot again. Though getting rid of those loads seemed a waste, I am sure I will have more in me later. My hole was tender but felt fine. I was as loose as I have ever been. I loved the feeling of how open my ass was, how intensely it felt just right. Just as I got out and toweled off there was a knock at the door. I remembered that my "handler" had ordered room service and I was starving. As I opened the door, I noticed a sign had been placed on the outside, CUM DUMP all weekend. As I looked at the service persons face, I felt embarrassed. This is the first time I had to deal with someone who was not there to fuck me. Luckily, the person showed no indication of judgment or anything else. I asked them to place the food in the room went and found ten dollars laying on the TV stand and handed to them. They left with out a word.
After eating, what was an amazing burger, I laid down for some rest. Set my alarm for a few hours later, so I would have time to prep for round number two. No sooner did I lay my head down than I was out. Surprising how tired you get from being ass punished. I awoke refreshed, and very horny. I shot a few loads while being fucked this afternoon, but was more than ready for more. I also was ready to experience more than just being fucked. I am hoping as the night goes on that I will get some piss, and maybe some raunch play. I have come to love a dirty hole, and drinking piss. I also enjoy a man pissing in my hole after he cums. I began my ritual of cleaning, and prepping. My "handler" would be back soon and I want to be prepared. I got a fresh bottle of poppers out of the drawer, and a fresh bottle of lube. I squirted a bit of lube in my hole and let that settle in. Nothing hurts worse than a seriously dry hole.
Like clockwork, my "handler" called to let me know he was coming up. I got into position, placed the blindfold back on, and waited. Minutes later I heard the door open and he walk in. I also thought there was another person with him. Not that they spoke, just that you sense these things. I was correct. I immediately felt someone move to my head. They then directed my face to their crotch. The smell was rank. They were wearing only a jock, but one that had been worn for a while it seems. My dick got hard immediately. Nothing is more intoxicating that the smell of a dirty jock; especially one that has been work for working out, or yard work. I love the smell of a man. I got in close and took a big hit of his scent. Damn, he smelled hot. I started to nuzzle the pouch with my face, and lick at it. The cock inside was growing quickly with my doing so. The then forced my head between his legs, and under his balls. The scent there was stronger, and muskier. I was at that place between his balls and his ass. It was a deeper, manlier smell. I wanted so bad just to lick that spot.
He moved the mesh fabric that supported his cock and balls and let them hang on my face. I licked his balls, and underneath. I sucked one into my mouth and let my tongue encircle the orb. I then sucked the other in. My mouth was filled with his freshly shaven sack. I tugged gently on those balls and he moaned. Apparently he enjoyed having is balls tugged. I let the balls go and wanted to get to his cock. He didn't allow that yet. He turned around and presented his ass to me. I kissed his firm ass cheeks, and sniffed his crack. His crack was hairy in contrast to his smooth ass cheeks. He then spread his cheeks for me to get a closer sniff. It was slightly dirty, and sweaty. I took my tongue and licked the entire crack. As my rough tongue glanced over his sphincter, it opened up. I knew what he wanted. I lay back on my back with my head off the end of the bed. I waited for him to position his ass over my face. He did so quickly. I had his musky hole on my mouth and I kissed it. I then started to probe his hole with my tongue. I could taste traces of his last shit, and the salt of his sweat. I wanted to get deeper inside that man's butt. He squatted a bit more, and pushed his hole out for my tongue. I tongue fucked his hole, and tasted him deeply. I loved how a man tasted. It is a natural taste, one that only a few people really ever get to enjoy.
From what little I could tell, he was a bear of a guy. His ass seemed big and round, and full. His thighs were thick, and he stood like a man that was built. I loved these kinds of men especially. Big, powerful looking guys with legs like tree trunks, and as that were full. He pushed out more and he farted in my face. The stench was foul, but real. It was a man's fart. He was showing me his dominance over me, and how I was just a fag. I was in heaven. I continued that for a while, and then he turned around for me to suck his cock. It was thick, and had precum leaking out of the tip.
I took his big, mushroomed head into my mouth eagerly. I lapped at his precum, and wanted that cock down my throat. I took as much of it as I could. Most bearish guys do not usually have long cocks, thick yes, but long not usually. This guy had both. The girth was stretching my lips, and the length was testing my throat. I got maybe 5 inches of him in me. That being said, I wanted that cock deep in my ass. I wanted to feel that stretch on my hole, and plunge to the depth of my guts. I wanted him to wreck my ass with that monster.
I sucked on him and got him nice and wet for my ass. He then demanded I lay on my back with my butt facing the edge. He was ready to breed. I turned myself around and presented my much eager hole to him. I took the bottle of poppers and huffed hard. I knew this was going to hurt. I wanted to get my head, and my ass into a place that I could easily take him. Although my ass had been well taken care of earlier in the day, this was going to be a challenge. He took some lube and worked it into my hole with his rough fingers. I was pleased to that he did. He then added more to his cock. He positioned my legs over his massive shoulders, aimed his fat cock head at my back door, and pushed. My ass strained to open wide enough for him. I felt a slight "pop" as my asshole stretched wide to accommodate him. I then felt his head pass through my tight hole. It felt painful, but a relief. If I got passed the head, I could take the rest. He then pushed harder to let the rest of him pass through. I huffed some more on the popper bottle, as I wanted to be all that I could for him.
The feeling of having something that big inside you is amazing. You push your physical limits and your mental ones. He finally pushed that entire ramrod into my hole. I was filled like I have never been filled before. I was in another place mentally, and he began to pump that rod into my ass. I held my legs wide to help facilitate his fuck. I wanted all of him in me as much as possible. As he pistoned hard into my guts, I yelled with pleasure. There was nothing in my experience thus far that had prepared me for this kind of pleasure. I begged for him to fuck me, to make my ass his. I wanted him to own my hole. He seemed to enjoy that and kept up a steady pace. Somewhere in the middle of all this more men had gathered in the room. I could sense that we were no longer alone. I knew that I smelled more cocks, and more man scents. He punished my hole royally, and then shoved it deep to release his cum. He flooded my guts. It seemed his ejaculation would never end. I wanted to hold on to that load forever at this point.
He pulled out of me abruptly. I felt lost, alone, and empty. I wanted him back inside me. I wanted more of that thick cock tearing my guts apart. But just as he pulled out, another cock entered me. Nowhere near as big, but definitely long. He pushed inside me deep, and I had to buck a bit. I was a little tender from this last rod, and it was sore. This man wasted no time. He knew me for the slut hole I was and made me take his cock hard. I felt someone move to my head, and to my surprise it was the bear that just fucked me. He wanted me to clean his cock. I opened my mouth willingly to let him in. I tasted his cock juice, my ass juice, and a bit of shit. I guess he found deep spot in me that I did not get in douching. It was not horrible, just a trace, but still. I was there to make sure he was clean.
As I was being jackhammered at my ass, I easily took the bear's now shrinking cock into my throat. I cleaned him with my tongue and mouth so that no traces were left. I loved that part. I enjoy cleaning a man's dick after he fucks me. Nothing like tasting his sperm and your ass to get you going. The guy at my ass was power fucking my hole. He pile drove that dick deep fast and furiously. I felt his push hard, and then cum. Load number two of the night was securely in my body. I could only hope more to cum. That thought would be fulfilled for sure. Just as jackhammer had finished another man had taken his place. This was to be the way the evening would flow. Big one, little ones, twinks, bear, leather, or whomever would come in and use my mouth and ass as they wished. I drank piss, cleaned dirty holes, and was pissed in. My ass was a sloppy mess by midnight, and I had three hours left to go.
By the time 3am rolled around I was exhausted, I was sore, and I really needed to sleep. My body had been used and abused many ways. My "handler" had just let the last man out of the room, and was cleaning up. He never said a word the entire time. I am not sure what his thoughts were, or whether he joined in or not. I would never really know. Just before he left for the day he said quietly, "you did well." I waited to hear the door latch close and then took off my blindfold. My vision was blurry from all the sex, and poppers. I turned to look at that neon counter above my bed and the number read 125. That was a cumulative number from the 50 I had done earlier in the day. This was only Saturday morning, how much more would I get? I needed sleep badly, and food. I got up and took another shower before retiring to the other bed. The one I had been fucked on was wet, and sticky. My body hurt, but sleep would help with that.
I was allowed to sleep late, and the next round of sex would not happen till about 1pm in the afternoon. I had some free time, and could do what I wished. I wanted to go back to the lobby and look at the men, and go back to the store. I wondered if when I showed my face if I would get any reactions from the crowd. Would the men who fucked me give me some sign? I would worry about that later. I drank another two bottles of water and went to bed. I would dream of those cocks, and all that cum my hole had taken. It would be a good dream.
After I awoke about 11:30am, and decided to take a shower, clean out and then head down stairs. I dressed in a pair of nylon gym shorts, and a tank top, and my sneakers. The wait for the elevator seemed to take forever. The men waiting with me were a mix of everything you could imagine. Some were Pups with masks on, others, gym gear, others, just a pair of jeans that barely covered their ass, and that was it. I assumed by this time in the weekend the drugs and the alcohol was kicking in, and all the inhibitions were leaving the building. As I got into the elevator I headed toward the back with the rest. As we descended, I felt a hand on my ass, then the searching of fingers for my hole. I let the hand do as it wished and enjoyed the invasion. Once we hit the lobby, the hand was withdrawn and we got out. I never knew who it was.
I headed to the Conference floor of the hotel, which was one, more floors below the lobby. The escalators were just as busy as the lobby, which was packed. I went exploring a little more intently this time. I stared in the first room, where I had purchased my bottle of poppers the first night. I looked more interestingly at the leather gear, and toys. Men mingled around, tried on things, and generally felt very at ease in this environment. It struck me at that moment, that I too felt very comfortable and in my element. How strange for me to feel that way, when my real life was so foreign to this. How far I have come.
I made my way around to the more seductive sections that held Fort Troff items, and especially Nasty Pig. I loved their gear, and was determined to purchase a few things for when I got home. I figured I wasn't going to get much more of a chance. As I was looking through the jocks and t-shirts, and underwear, one of the sales man come by to see if I needed help. He was a stocky, young guy with a beautiful smile, and ass. I told him I was fine, and thanked him. He stood closer to me, and said, "yes, you are, and so is that ass of yours". I must have had a really surprised look on my face, as he then said, "I enjoyed watching you take loads last night, and even more giving you one of my own." All I could say was, "my ass is yours anytime this weekend."
He just smiled, and said he would probably take me up on that. I took a t-shirt, a jock, and a pair of underwear to be rung up, and the young man whispered something to the guy at the register. The guy just smiled, put my items in a bag, and said, "These are on the house, for services well rendered last night." Again, I was astonished by his boldness, and just thanked him. I guess the men did remember me, and were satisfied with what I did. I vowed to make whoever got me tonight, to feel just as well satisfied. It was nearing the time for my handler to get back, so I hurried back to the room. Once inside, I showered again quickly, douched, and got into position. Again, I was blindfolded, on all fours and waiting.
The handler showed right time, or at least as near to that as I could tell, and said that tonight was going to be special. Individual time had been requested with me, and arranged. A small group was going to use me for a couple of hours alone, with no witnesses, though it would be taped. I was to be used as they wish, and would not resist any request. My safety was insured, but that my compliance was expected. Until that time, I was to continue to take all loads. The door to my room was propped open, and the line started again. In the hours prior to the private party I lost count of how many cocks I took, how much piss was ingested, or how much cum was deposited in me. I knew I was very open, very wet, and not the least bit thirsty.
I was given a half hour break to rest, but was told NOT to clean up. The private party wanted me used, and cum filled. My handler bade me good-bye, and said he would return after the party was scheduled to be over. He did make me drink two bottles of water before leaving. Piss may quench your thirst, but you still need hydration. He then left, and someone else came in. As far as I could tell, there were four people in the room.
I was instructed to keep my eyes shut as my blindfold was being replaced. A full leather hood was placed over my head. The only opening was at my nose, and mouth. I then moved to lie on my back and my arms strapped to the headboard. Then my legs were lifted to and my ankles attached to the headboard as well. A pillow was placed under the lower part of my back, so that my ass would be at a better angle. Once in position, someone took position at my head, and instructed me to bend my head as far back as I could, this I did. I then felt warm liquid being directed to the mouth opening of the hood. The nectar was heady and full-bodied, and tasted slightly bitter. I was drinking down the man's piss as fast as I could.
There were hands at my hole, and I could tell that more lube was being applied. I already had several loads of cum in there, and I was pretty loose, but it seemed more was needed. I assumed that the next thing I would feel is someone's cock. It was a cock, but of the rubber variety. From the push at my hole, the head was quite big. I relaxed as best I could with out poppers. Seeing I needed a bit of encouragement, a rag, that was soaked in HIGH IMPACT, was placed at my nose. I inhaled deeply, and soon felt my head swim, and my body ache with need. The large headed dildo was then easily inserted into my hole. I could feel that the head was the size of a man's hand. It stretched my hole in ways I never felt previously. It occurred to me that my ass was getting primed for a fisting session. I was taking my ass to a whole new level.
The dildo was worked well into my hole to loosen me up. Then the dildo was removed, more lube was applied, and I was given more IMPACT to huff. Then I felt fingers probing my ass. First three, then four, then I felt the hand shape and push. The hand was trying to slide in past the widest part of the hand with the thumb. I pushed out with my ass, and it slid in. I almost screamed with the pain that resounded in my head. The initial insertion was like my entire hole was being split open. The hand remained in me, and just waited for me to relax. More IMPACT was given, and my ass relaxed. I then felt the hand rotate, and the electric impulses of my nerves shoot intense pleasure throughout my body. I had never felt more full, and more impaled in my life.
My mind screamed at the insanity of the rape. How could I be taking a man's hand in my ass? My "straight" mind was reeling from the invasion. The whore in me was taking stock in that I had passed another hurdle in making my ass the pleasure center for any and all men. More lube was being applied around the arm and around my hole. Then to my amazement, I felt the hand make a fist inside me. HOLY FUCKING SHIT! I can't really articulate the intense feelings I had. There was pleasure, pain, and electric impulses in my spine. The hand remained in the fist for a full minute, rotating ever so slightly. Then the hand started to pull out just a bit. My hole stretched to accommodate the full fist coming out. However, it slowly fucked itself back into my ass again.
At this point someone moved to my head, and forced their cock into my mouth. I then had to concentrate on that and split my thoughts on both ends. As I sucked on that hard cock, the hand at my ass opened up inside me again, and slid out. That feeling you get when you take a major shit, well that is intensified by 100, when that hand left my ass. I assumed the hand would go back in, but instead, a cock was inserted. The cock was large, and curved downward from how hit me inside. So I am now being spit roasted. My ass is in a perfect position for easy fucking. It doesn't take long for that cock to shoot its load in me. I guess with cum, and the lube, it was well slick in there. The cock at my mouth still pumped away.
As the cock at my ass withdrew, another quickly replaced it. That one was not as big, but was a nice thick one. The man obviously was horny and pounded my swollen hole like a battering ram. My head was in a totally different place and I no longer cared. I was sucking dick, and being fucked like a whore. My hole was permanently wrecked, and from now on I doubted that I would not crave a fist as well as cock. The total full feeling, that possession of my inner self was complete.
I finally got to swallow the load down my throat, and savored the taste. The next one to force its way in had been in my ass. I could taste cum, shit, and lube. I lapped at it like a dog at a bone. I wanted to taste all those wonderful flavors. Opening me up that way, had led that hand deeper in my guts, where I could not reach with the douche. My ass tasted like sweaty hole. It was not gross, but full flavored, and cum laced. I enjoyed that flavor. It made me want to taste more. I was not to wait long for that.
Just as the last cock finished in my ass, I felt a body squat over my head. I was instructed to take what was given. The ass at my hooded face let out a large fart. The man must have eaten some Mexican food, as it smelled spicy, I could hear him grunt as he pushed. I asked for some poppers, and was given the rag. I then waited. Then I felt the man's hole at my mouth opening. My tongue immediately jutted out to taste his shit hole. I knew just from the smell that it was a sweaty hole. I could feel the tip of a turd push past his ass lips; I then opened up, and let it snake into my mouth. As I got at least a mouthful I bit into the log. I then started to chew and swallow. More slowly inched into my mouth and I continued to eat. This would be my first shit meal of the weekend. I was overly excited. I thought my pig status could not get more real, until now.
The man only had one or two logs for me to chew on, and I swallowed all. I then was given piss to drink to rinse my mouth out. I heard voices in the room whispering about how much of a pig I was, and that they couldn't wait to post the video on Xtube. That scared me. Did I realize that I was being taped? Sure. I knew it was possible. However that very scared straight man still live in my head. How would it be titled? Married Pig eats Shit? Straight guy takes cum and fists? The thought terrified me. How far was I willing to go to be who I really was meant to be?