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First Time Training Session

By: playtime2728



The following is the true story of my first experience with a man:

Where to start? For the longest time I didn't realize I was bisexual. I'm pretty sure it started with porn. When we turned 18, one of the first things my buddies and I did was make a trip to the local porn shop on the seedy side of our town. It was incredible. Looking at all the toys, lingerie, and porn everywhere made my pulse rise. I even stepped into the "arcade," which I realized wasn't an arcade at all like I knew them, before getting told I couldn't go in there without paying for tokens for the video booths. Not that day, I thought, I'd have to come back alone... Before we left, one of my friends bought a magazine with a woman spreading her pussy on the cover, all wrapped in plastic so we couldn't open it until we left. When we got home I remember gathering around with my buddies looking at the porn magazine and being shocked-not just by the insanely hot women inside, spreading their pussies, but by the men too, and not just average men, but men with impossibly big dicks doing things to these women I'd never imagined, and never thought women could possibly be alright with (though they seemed to be loving it!). As we all looked, the other guys were staring at the tits and pussy, but my eyes kept going back to those cocks-at least twice the size of mine-as I felt blood rush to my dick. 

I went back and got my own magazines to obsess over by myself and left with much dirtier magazines than my buddy had gotten-girls covered in cum, tied up, taking 3 dicks at once, etc. I quickly realized I was never even looking at these guys faces, if they were shown at all. I didn't find myself interested in looks... just their mind-blowing thick, stiff cocks and big, full balls hanging beneath. Dashingly handsome or even kind of ugly, I wouldn't have known either way because my focus was all below the waist. Sure, the women were insanely hot, those big tits and shaved pink pussies spread wide, but my god...those fuck rods... But I kept that all to myself.

Time passed and like all guys I quickly turned to the internet, stroking my cock to porn. More and more I'd be watching these sexy women choking on dicks, taking cocks up their asses (what kind of dirty slut lets a guy do that??) and getting their faces covered in cum, and I slowly started realizing that I didn't wish that I was the guy, but instead I wished I was that eye-candy little slut, working and pleasing and, best of all, just getting used by these pipe-laying machines. The less sensual and more lusty, just hard-fucking and messy, slobbery, and cum filled the slut, the more I wanted to be her.

Of course on the outside I appeared straight and pretty normal, and wanted to keep it that way. I, like the majority of you, was and am a regular guy-normal interests, friendly, into TV shows, music, video games...all that. I wasn't outwardly some sex-craved perv like this might make me sound, but my fantasy of cocks kept coming back to my mind when I was alone. In my mind I began to develop a taste for fantasies about older guys in particular. To be that young nasty slut for an older man would be so hot...for one thing it would mean I'm just concerned with the cock. Old, bald, beer gut, and nice thick cock? All I hear is nice thick cock. And for another, older guys probably don't get it as much, and want it that much more-are willing to get as much as they can out of their new young fucktoy. For them a young guy like me would be a real treat. Plus the age gap was just naughty, taboo, and that made the idea even hotter.

This, of course, was all a fantasy. As you all know, in your head you get into the dirtiest things when you're horny, and overall I was a normal guy, looking for pussy, if anything, most of the time, like the rest of my friends. However, when porn started getting old, I started chatting with people online, and found that there really aren't many women chatting about sex...so I started chatting with men. There the fantasies just opened up, and I'd cum over and over talking to pervy old hornballs about what I wanted to do and what they wanted to do to me. But after I'd blown my load on my belly and chest, I realized I'd never do it for real, that's just too dirty, too nasty...

When I was 22 I took it a little further and signed up on a free gay site with a little profile. In it I said that I am curious, want to be like the nasty girls in porn, etc etc, learn to deepthroat, be a plaything for an older dominant man or men, and so on, overdoing it and saying I was nastier than I'd ever actually be just to see who would contact me. You know, just tease them and jerk off. Then I realized I needed some pics to get their attention. I looked at my ass in the mirror, and was surprised-I have kind of a big ass. I'm a short guy, 5'7 with short blonde hair, light skin, fit and a little muscular, but wow, all this time I had a thick ass and some big thighs and never knew. I started to show it a little on cam in the chat room for the men in there. I learned I could shake it like those girls do on youtube, make it clap and wiggle, and soon I was doing it on cam for 20-25 men at a time, feeling like such a dirty slut. 

I wanted to show off my discovery more, so once I got very horny and headed to a porn store and grabbed some lingerie-some crotchless black panties (small in the back, and more like a thong if you pull them up tight into the ass) and some black fishnet stockings. The panties are a regular bikini-shape bottom, only smaller, and down the center of the back they were split, so they look normal (not crotchless) until you pull the sides apart, and your ass crack and hole is exposed.

Now don't get me wrong, I don't see myself as a cross dresser, and was not trying to look like a woman. Just a slut, just to frame this bubble butt and put a "fuck me" sign on it, without the writing. It worked. I was surprised how sexy my own ass was, making those little panties look even smaller, the fishnets pulled up almost to where the bottom curve of my round ass cheeks meet my thick thighs. I even shaved my ass for the first time ever (was so surprised how sexy it felt all smooth) and I took some pics, loaded them on the site, and got a huge number of messages, many from older guys nearby. 

I talked a little with some that night, blew my load, immediately thought 'what the hell have I been doing' and passed out, but by the time I woke up in the morning, my 6" uncut cock was rock hard again, and I was horny. I checked the site and saw I had an email.

The man was 45 (perfect), a white guy with brown hair, slender, with a small tattoo near his waist. He was pretty regular looking in his pic except for his cock, which he said was 8.5 inches long, and it clearly had a big fat head. His profile labeled him as a "Top" but said little else about him. 

His email read "you think you're a slut? stop fantasizing and prove it. I can host now, get over here."

Something in that moment was different. I got impulsive, probably kind of stupid (no blood in the brain, all in my cock) and wrote him back, saying ok. My heart was pounding in my chest when I hit send. He got back to me in moments with his address, and we talked a little about what we wanted to do-I said I wasn't ready for much yet, may just want to stroke him (I'd never even seen another man's penis erect, and didn't know how I'd actually feel in that moment) and that I definitely wasn't ready for anal. He reluctantly said that last part was ok, and lets do this. I was nervous, so nervous. My brain told me to stop, slow down, jerk off, cum like always and you'll be fine, but my body slipped on the black panties, pulling them into my ass making them a little thong, and then my hands slipped on the fishnets. I couldn't stop myself. I put on jeans over and wore a tight t-shirt.

A blink later I was slowly driving by his address, looking at the modest townhouses, heart racing. I pulled up, parked, and got out. As I walked to his door I couldn't believe what was happening, and realized this was my last chance to go back. I guess I could have, but now I actually wanted it, I'd already come so far. After a few steps I remembered what I had on under my jeans. I could feel the thong on my smooth hole, and the fishnets gripping my thunder thighs. Then it dawned on me-I'm a whore. I'm a young little whore, wearing whore clothes, walking up to a stranger's door. Better yet, I'm the cheapest whore there is. My cock started to harden, making a bulge under the black lace and pulling the thong even tighter in the back. 

As my brain said told me to turn-around-turn-around-turn-around and my heart was almost audible, I walked up to the door and rang the bell. Seconds were minutes, and finally the door opened. It was the inner door, behind an all glass outer window-door. The reflection from the glass was bright, and I couldn't see through the window, just that the other door had opened. Nothing happened. It felt like forever. Then my eyes adjusted and I saw past the reflection that the man was standing there on the other side of the glass-completely ass-naked! He was urgently gesturing for me to come in and I grabbed the glass door, opened it and jumped in. The wood door closed behind me. Clunk. No turning back. Oh god.

It was dimmer inside and my eyes adjusted and I realized I was holding my breath, insanely nervous. The stranger looked me up and down. I felt weird, like I couldn't look at his dick. I felt like I was in the locker room at the rec center, trying not to stare at the cocks of the other guys changing. He just looked at me like I've looked at strippers before-like I was a thing. I felt vulnerable, naked (which was strange, because I wasn't and he was) and a little violated...and I liked it. I really liked it. When I finally looked down, I saw he was stroking his cock...his big, thick, cock. It was only semi-hard, but longer and thicker than mine when I'm rock hard. His expression was serious, almost a little creepy, and I was surprised I liked that too.

"Follow me" was all he said. 

He turned and started walking up his stairs. I took one last look at the door over my shoulder, paused for a moment, then slowly turned and followed him like a zombie, my body still not listening to my conscience, looking up at him going up the stairs. I could see his huge ballsack swinging between his legs. I shuddered when I thought of what was in there. He had turned out to be more than I expected-he was average in looks, but his cock and balls...it was much different seeing pornstar-sized equipment in real life than it was on a little screen.

We got to his bedroom and he said, "Time to learn, slut." with a big grin on his face. 

He sat down on a sofa, and pointed at the ground in front of him. I couldn't believe it. I'd thought about this a million times, for years, and never thought I'd do it. The night before I thought I'd never do it. And I was getting down on my knees in front of this random, hung stranger as old as my dad. Now on my knees on his carpet between his spread legs, I put my hands on his thighs, and he shook his head at me. I was confused. 

"Shirt off slut," he said, "we don't want you walking out my door with big wet spots of drool on it, do we?" I shook my head and pulled my shirt off, showing my well defined chest and abs. The air was cool, my nipples hardened and I felt so vulnerable and so sexy. 

His dick was laying lazily to the left, resting on his leg and his balls were hanging down low between his spread legs. I bit my bottom lip nervously and put my right hand up and timidly grabbed his cock with it. I was touching another man's cock. Oh. My. God. I had to squeeze my hand some around his fleshy rod to make my pointer finger touch the tip of my thumb-this was a very thick cock. I stroked the shaft a couple times, up and down an inch or so, surprised by how heavy it was, how warm his skin was, and how different it felt from dildos and toys I'd played with and sucked on in the past. 

"It's...so thick.." I sputtered-my only words to him so far. 

"I shouldn't hear you talking" he said, not in a mean way, but strict. I loved it, and without thinking said "Yes sir." I stared at it, the head huge, still half hard, pointing right at my face, about a foot away.

I put my tongue out of my mouth as far as I could, all flat, leaned my head in and licked his cock from the base of the end, up and over the bottom of the head onto his slit. It was a huge moment, something I'd thought about since I first saw those colossal cocks in the magazine. I felt my own cock swell instantly. The taste threw me off, and made me realize that this was no toy, no wet dream, that this was a mans penis, and I had just licked it. And what threw me off more was the precum that I'd unknowingly licked up. I hadn't seen it, but I tasted it, and I had a pang of intense nervousness realizing his precum was in my mouth. No stopping now. 

With his cock still in my right hand, I put my tongue back out and slapped the heavy head down on it three times, making a smack, smack, smack noise, which he seemed to like, then opened my mouth as wide as I could and put the entire head of his cock in my mouth, sucking down on it and tightening my wet lips around the skin of his shaft. It was ecstasy, I was one of those sluts in the hundreds of porn's I'd seen. I looked up, he stared down eyes closing some in pleasure, and I gobbled some more. 1.5 inches. Then 2. Then 2.5, then 3, the tip of his cock touching the back of my throat. He was getting stiffer. I shoved it in a little further, maybe about 4 inches, and let out an embarrassing little half-gag noise. "Good bitch..." he whispered. Embarrassed and ashamed of the sound, I took his cock out of my mouth and was about to lick his balls when he grabbed his dick from my hand and pointed it back at my mouth, pushing my head towards it with his other hand.

Back into my mouth it went, my jaw as wide as it would go, until my lips reached the end of the wet mark they'd already left on his thick shaft, less than halfway down his massive middle-aged rod. He flexed his hips a little, pushing a bit more past my tongue, making me gag a little but not letting it out, so the noise was muffled. Feeling desperate and full but so horny I bobbed my head some for him, up and down feeling his cock at the entrance of my throat, hearing a sort of squishing, plunging noise coming from my throat that I recognized from the the deepthroat sluts in my favorite porn vids.

He yanked my head off his cock by my blonde hair and I gasped in a breath. My throat automatically pushed up some gooey slobber it had made when I first gagged. It went into my mouth and there was a lot. I lifted his cock and spat it onto his ballsack. It landed on his left nut, leaving a trail hanging from my bottom lip. 

"Mmm damn you are a good lil slut-in-training aren't you?" he said. I was hornier than I'd ever been. I was still so nervous I felt like I was shaking, but the hornyness outweighed it. I threw my face down to his balls, tongue out, and licked up my spit, spreading it all over his sack, rotating my head left and right to get my tongue all over it. It was messy, and so hot. His balls were sticky and soaked. I opened my mouth all the way with my lips on the skin of his ballsack and sucked a little on his balls. One of his balls came partway into my mouth as I did this. I had to keep my jaw way open so it could get in as much as possible, and then I sent my tongue flicking all over it. I let it go and sucked up his other nut, trying to get it into my mouth, though it was nearly too big. Licking all over, feeling his hand near my forehead, bumping on it, as he began stroking his meat. 

I licked and licked, slurping and sucking on his ballsack while he stroked his thick shaft, and when I finally pulled my face off, my chin, cheeks and upper lip were all wet with my own gooey saliva. I put up my right hand to wipe some of it off and was surprised when his hand quickly left his cock and slapped my hand away from my mouth. 

He looked me in the eye and pointed at me, like I was a disobedient dog, and firmly said "No wiping". I nodded, realizing I may have gotten in deep here. This man was clearly dominant and was calling the shots. That's what I'd always fantasized most about, being controlled and used, though now it was actually pretty terrifying. 

A little worried, I said "o-ok". I left my face messy.

My hand went back to the base of his cock, which was now as hard as mine had ever been-the veins running its length bulging up, the smooth, shiny cockhead staring me down. I opened my mouth and threw it back down on his rod. I realized I wanted, no, needed it back in there, I loved the feeling. I immediately took it back down as far as it had been, about four inches, and started bobbing my head up and down, faster and faster. The tip hit the back of my throat again and again, threatening to make me gag but not quite making it happen. I brought it more shallow and flicked my tongue all over the head, then plunged it back. Deeper. I wanted him further in me, and now there was so much spit in my mouth that his fuck rod was very slick and it went in easier. I made a swallowing motion with my throat, forced my head down, straining and squinting my eyes tight, trying hard not to choke, and got what felt like ten inches of cock past my lips. When opened my eyes to realize I was still at least two inches from the base.

I was about to let up when I felt his hand on the back of my head. He didn't push down like I expected, but didn't let me up. My throat was full, jaw all the way open. I blinked my eyes a couple times and they were watering, full to the point of nearly letting out a tear (not like I was sad, of course, but from being physically desperate, about to choke hard on a thick rod). My throat tightened and I gagged, making a pathetic lurching noise that barely got past my mouth as my head jerked back a little, but the fucker wouldn't let me go. My left hand tightened on its own, gripping his leg hard and he finally let me off. As his cock quickly slid back out, over my tongue, it made a nasty slurpy wet noise. I took a big breath and let out a little cough, and the man reached down and gave me a playful little slap on my still wet cheek, smiling down at me with a crazy look in his eyes. I tried to catch my breath and looked up at him, breathing hard, my jaw hanging down, drooling a little of what was now a huge amount of gooey spit from my throat down onto my chin. He pushed my head back down on his rod.

This time it wasn't forcing, he was giving me a break, just directing. I sucked on it hard and slurped up and down fast, and started moaning a little on his dick - not because I thought he'd like it, because it felt so good to be such a slut. When I'd take him in deep it was uncomfortable but so hot that I wanted it over and over. I took his cock out and licked up from his sack to the tip, back down, pushed it to the side and gave it big sloppy kisses all the way up the side of his shaft to the head. Back in my mouth-I needed it deep again. I threw it in my mouth and quickly back out, in and all the way back out again and again, 6-6.5 inches every time, making a gagging noise almost every time. I was working hard on his cock.

Then, out of nowhere, he said "Wait wait wait...". I looked up, eyes watering. His eyes had narrowed and he was looking at me intensely. "What. The. Fuck." With his left hand he grabbed my face by the chin, squeezing my cheeks together with his thumb and fingers, making my lips pop into a ridiculous little pouty kissy-face. "You been holding out on me you little slut?" I had no idea what he meant and gave him what was probably a really stupid look. He leaned forward, over my arched back, his right hand running all the way down my spine towards my ass, and I felt him touch a little bit of the top of my black lace thong that apparently was showing above my jeans.


First Time Training Session Ch. 02



My throat was sore for a week. It got so bad that I lost my voice-my friends were all telling me to go to a doctor to see if I had strep, while I was secretly turned on every time I tried (and failed) to say something. No one suspected in the least that I was whispering because a strange guy with a big dick had given me an hour long lesson on what deepthroat actually means. No one knew that I had been made into this guy's trashy throat-fuck toy, that I had dressed like a dirty whore and been completely violated. That I had swallowed a big load of globby sperm from this random man, and that I had actually loved having him treat me like a cheap piece of boy meat.

Immediately afterward, my intense introduction to cock left me overwhelmingly horny. After I walked out his door, I went home and started stroking, I instantly got this feeling that I needed more rod. And its absurd, but I thought the quickest, easiest way was to the grocery store to pick up a cucumber. I know, stupid right? But I did, and I went home and got on my knees and put it in my throat like he had been, stroking my cock furiously. After an hour of stroking I squirted my load everywhere with most of the cucumber stuffed (barely) in my tight asshole. 

After that I felt weird, like always after cumming, but worse than normal, realizing how crazy that had all been. No doubt it was hot, but it was also very intense and a little frightening. It felt like I had gotten my fix with men, and that crazy impulsive desire to play with cocks and be a whore had faded. Pretty soon I got back to my normal life, which was a relief. I had been worried that getting with a man would make me want it even more, that I would crave cock every moment. But instead it felt like I had crossed it off a list, and I was fine with that. 

The "stranger" (that's what I'd started calling him in my head) had contacted me a couple times more on the hookup site, telling me to get back over to his place, that I had more work to do, and while it turned me on hearing from him, I just ignored him. Sure, maybe he ended up sounding a little annoyed, but I had gotten what I needed. I decided to shut down my account on the gay site, severing contact with him and deleting the pictures of my body.

Some time passed, a couple weeks, a month. My life was back to normal and things were going well. I finally got a good, "real" job, which I had been looking for since I'd graduated college. I decided to grow my blonde hair out a little, ditching the usual buzz cut and it was getting down past my ears. I started going to the gym a lot (and, admittedly, doing a lot of exercises to make my butt nice and round without admitting to myself thats why I was doing it). And most importantly, I met a girl. My new supervisor at work introduced me to the daughter of one of his friends that he knew from his church. Her name is Christy, and she's overall just a really good girl. A little traditional, but reliable, smart, and cute standing at 5'4", thin with blonde hair. 

It had been a while since I had been with a girl, and I had been starting to worry about whether I would ever get another girlfriend, or even a night with a woman, so I was thrilled when she came around and we started dating and getting more serious. I remembered that I actually like pussy, and it took a long time, but I finally, finally got her in the sack. And yeah maybe her tits are small and her ass is flat and she only wants it missionary position (and would never, ever suck my cock), but I needed a girlfriend and and she is, after all, a great girl. And for a while, I was satisfied, even thrilled with a pretty good girlfriend and occasional sex. I love the girl, even now typing this with my hands trembling and dirt all up under my fingernails I can tell you that. Fuck I am still so dusty, I can't believe I haven't even showered yet, but I can't skip ahead. 

As you probably would guess, one day I strayed onto the internet and started browsing some porn again, and the instant I saw a big cock again things got different. Some switch flipped on in the back of my mind. Before long, when Christy wasn't around I started putting aside time as much as I could to get online and explore the nasty corners of the web like I had before. I quickly turned to very dirty porn, still mostly straight porn: dirty sluts all dolled up, sucking cock, choking on it, getting spanked, humiliated, taking 2, 3, 4 random fuck rods at once, getting called nasty names, tied up, slurping cum, and begging to get used. I just couldn't stop staring at those huge porn cocks as they stretched and pounded the tight, girly holes.

This all had to be a secret of course. I honestly don't think Christy has ever looked at any porn. She is a total sunday school type and she could never find out the things I was looking at, much less learn what I had let the stranger do with me. One day there was a close call. We were going on a short weekend camping trip, and she was looking in my closet for my tent. 

I heard her say "What the heck?" and she started walking out to me in the kitchen, and when I saw her my heart skipped a beat and I felt like I'd swallowed my tongue. She was holding my fishnet stockings and crotchless panties. A thousand thoughts flooded my head and I froze. She had this look of total dismay and asked "What is this?"

"Oh, God," I said. "I...forgot about that...those are-were my ex girlfriends. She was...kinda weird like that." 

Christy just stared at me, and then at the panties and stockings as she held them as far from her face as possible with just two fingers, like they were the most disgusting thing she had ever seen. My heart pounded.

"Gross," she said curtly, making a face like she was repulsed, and opened the cabinet to drop them in the trash.

"I know, she had some issues. I didn't realize those were there, I'm sorry baby." She gave me a look that said, you're not into that, right? What she didn't know was that she had just seen the tip of the iceberg. There was no way she could possibly understand that they were mine and I was a bigger slut than any girl she was picturing. 

"Trashy." she said, giving me a skeptical look as she walked by me to continue packing.

I thought about digging my lingerie out of the trash later but thought better of it. It left with the trash and I had dodged a bullet. That whole scene made me nervous but didn't stop me from jerking to porn and thinking like a slut. I even started chatting with guys again, mostly over 40 years old, which I felt bad about, but I couldn't help it. It got me so hot. And even though I told myself I would never use my webcam again, I did a couple times and got so turned on showing off my big round ass to sleazy internet hornballs. I would stroke for hours, usually putting a finger or two in my asshole, stuffing it and loving the feeling.

Things continued and my secret was safe, when about two weeks after the day Christy found my slutwear I got on my computer and was writing my grandma a happy birthday message on facebook. In the corner of my screen I saw a notification that I had a friend request. It was from a John Smith, but there was no picture and almost no information when I clicked his profile. I thought it had to be the guy in the cubicle next to me at work (John) who had finally decided to create a profile. I accepted it. 

Later that night before bed I got on facebook again and saw I had a message, but it wasn't from my grandma, it was from John. It read, "Nice profile pic, new girlfriend?" I paused for a moment-my profile pic was me with Christy out on some date, my arm around her. The guys at work had met Christy, I remembered introducing her to John. 

I replied "Thanks...not new though, same one. Is this John from (my work)?"

The reply came quick. "Haha, no, this is not John from work." I thought that was kind of weird, and was about to unfriend this random guy when I saw a little notification for another message. It was from him. It read "I know your secret." 

What the fuck? I paused. It couldn't be...that, right? Nobody knew anything about that. Had to be just some asshole trying to make people uncomfortable online. Again, I was about to unfriend the guy when I saw another message notification. I clicked it. It was another one from him, this one just contained a link. I sat there for a moment. I just stared at it. I was probably just talking to some programmed robot meant to lure people in so they would download a virus. I didn't want a virus on my computer, but I was too intrigued. I clicked the link.

It brought me to some kind of cloud data storage type page, and showed a video clip there with the triangle play button on it. I clicked it and my life changed.

The video started. It showed a dim bedroom with a sofa against the wall. In front of the sofa, a man stood naked, facing away from it. And there I was in front of him, on my knees, fishnet stockings pulled up to the base of my bulging ass, my hands each gripping one ass cheek and pulling them apart, sticking my chest out, which was visibly covered in my shiny, slick slobber. My eyes got wide as I stared at the image on my screen.

And there was the stranger, mercilessly shoving most of his cock in and out of my throat, making a loud, rhythmic slurping sound. The volume was up loud and my entire apartment rang with the sound of a thick plunger squeezing through a throat. I scrambled to hit mute, even though I was alone, and clicked the mouse everywhere in a panic to pause the video and closed it fast. Oh fuck. Oh fuck, oh fuck oh fuck! NO!

It's true that in my profile on the gay site I had mentioned that I really love porn wanted to be like a porn slut, but I didn't think the stranger would actually set up a camera without telling me, capturing it all. I looked even trashier on the video than I remembered. I nervously checked over my shoulders even though I knew I was alone, and clicked the link again. There I was, making desperate choking sounds in between muffled cock-in-my-throat moans. Then the man in the video yanked his dick out and cock slapped me on the cheek with it while I coughed up spit onto my chin. 

"What do you love?" the man asked me in the video, giving me another couple cock slaps to the cheek.

"I love your cock," I said in a wheezing voice, "I love your cah-" and before the word was all the way out, his dick was back in. 

I had never been so embarrassed. Oh Christ, it's on the internet! And it is clearly me, the video was very good quality. My life is ruined. Christy will leave me, everyone will know. I'm so fucked. I wanted to cry. I almost did.

My heart was racing. What the fuck? I never expected to ever hear from this man again! And now...oh no...being outed like this would make my addiction to cock my defining feature for everyone. I don't want to be that guy. I don't want everyone picturing that, and thinking of me like that.

I already had another message from him. "Don't worry, I haven't shown anyone yet."

I replied "What the fuck?! I can't believe you recorded us!! You have to delete that right now!!"

His response: "I don't have to do anything, but you do if you don't want that cute little blonde bitch to see this."

That cute little blonde bitch. He was talking about Christy. If it were possible for my stomach to drop any more, it did. I felt horrible, was spinning in my head. I responded, "What do you want?"

"Just to talk with you, figure this thing out."

I wrote back, "We are talking. What the hell do you want?"

He wrote, "Calm down now big guy, do this right and no one else see's our movie. I want to talk to you face to face. Make time for it tomorrow afternoon."

I was supposed to be at work all day the next day, but I obviously had no choice. This guy was ready to ruin me completely. I thought of everyone I knew and how they would react, not only to the fact that I was queer, but that I was submissive, trashy, and someone's bitch. My parents, brother, friends, co-workers. Oh fuck, why did I have to mention where I work?! And most of all, my girl. I've gotta figure this out. I need to act sick and leave work early.

"Where?" I wrote back to him after a long pause.

"Come to my family ranch tomorrow, I will be there doing some maintenance. 1PM. Don't be even a minute late." He followed with the address. I typed it into a web-search and looked at the satellite view of it on the map. It was only about 15 minutes outside of town and it looked like a large clump of trees right off of a two lane highway.

"Fine. Just to talk. Please, don't do anything with that video. Please, I can't tell you how much that would mess up my life."

"Be there." was all he wrote back.

I could't even look Christy in the face the next morning. I was so nervous. I tried to act like everything like normal and headed to work. At about noon I told my boss that I was feeling sick, and needed to head home to rest. I took a moment before I left to stand in the mens room, staring at myself in front of the mirror, saying "Just talk to him, just talk to him...be reasonable." I felt terrified and anxious, and ashamed when I realized I couldn't stop picturing his cock. Fuck. 

I left the building and walked to my car. It was hotter than hell, and I was already sweating when I closed my car door. I put the address in my phone for directions and started driving. No radio or anything, just shaking and feeling sick to my stomach, so nervous.

As I got close I slowed down. There was really nothing around, and I was approaching a big cluster of tall trees that looked like the ranch. As I turned off the highway onto the property, all I could see ahead was a dinged up, late 70's pickup truck with a faded red paint job parked right ahead. There was no one in it. I slowly rolled up to it and turned right, going behind some trees and out of view of the highway. There, behind the trees, was a broken down old building. It was L-shaped and had no walls, just wooden beams holding up a metal roof. Beneath the roof was a bunch of old junk: a broken down lawnmower, dirty old shelves, a cabinet with spray painted graffiti, and a red/brown old sofa with one cushion missing and springs popping out where it once had been. On the other cushion sat the stranger, wearing tight jeans, cowboy boots and a white wifebeater, smoking a cigarette.

Looking at him again made my heart skip a bit and my stomach twist up. I turned off the car and stepped out, wearing my baby blue button-up shirt tucked into khakis and my brown dress shoes. I walked around the hood of my car towards him. He smiled and stood up.

"There she is!" he said in a friendly tone, grinning at me and stepping towards me.

"Listen," I said, "I can't.." but an instant later I was cut off. He took one long step at me and put his hand around my neck, getting up in my face. His grip was tight and his hand was rough on my skin. He stood taller than me by about four inches. I put both of my hands up on his big flexing bicep as he held my neck, protesting a little but not actually trying to get him to let go. This wasn't going as planned.

"My rules," he said. "and the first one is that you don't say anything unless I tell you to. Nuh-thing". I got a chill up my spine that started at my cock. I nodded. He removed his hand and gave me a light little slap on the face, and I looked at the dirt. I was all of the sudden very nervous. Nervous about what was quickly unfolding, but also scared of the fact that a little part of me was actually getting turned on. Something was shifting deep inside me, and I didn't want it to show.

"See I know what you want already, so you don't need to talk. What is important is what I want." He dropped his cigarette and stepped on it. I needed this to stop here, so I tried to reason with him.

"I came here to talk-" was all I could get out before his hand was on my neck again and he was turning me around this time, pressing himself against me in a kind of back embrace. He pushed his hips forward to make sure I could feel his bulge digging into me. I instinctively wiggled my ass trying to get away. It was suddenly real-I could feel his cock through his jeans, pressed up against my ass.

"That's strike one," he said, releasing his grip on my neck to give me a quick slap on the face before putting his hand back and squeezing harder, not letting me move. "Now get those pants off. Now." His voice was eerily calm, and he was basically talking right into my ear. I could smell the cigarette on his breath. His grip tightened, making the air wheeze in my throat as I breathed, and as fast as I could I undid my pants and pulled them down. Then my boxers. I felt so weird dropping my pants outside like this, knowing that anyone could just look over and see me. It was the opposite of private, even though no one was around. When I took down my pants it was fast and there was nothing sensual about it, just a slut getting ready. He stopped squeezing my neck and let me use him for balance as I struggled to pull my pants and boxers off without taking my shoes off. He had me kick them to the side next to a stack of what looked like old porn magazines in the dirt and then unbuttoned my shirt. I got it off too and he added it to the pile. 

I was standing in my nice shoes with tall socks and my white wife beater that was my undershirt. I knew I looked ridiculous. The wife beater was too long, and it was almost like a short little dress, and I knew my big bubble ass was pushing out the back. It was hot. I was covered in sweat and the shirt was sticking to my chest. I heard a car drive by on the highway, but was glad to realize I couldn't see it through the trees, and it couldn't see us.

Then, out of nowhere the stranger's hand went up to my face and he pushed two fingers into my mouth, to the back of my tongue. I gagged immediately, letting out a big cough, caught off-guard and surprised by the intense, unexpected discomfort.

"Looks like we are starting from square one again huh?" He winked at me and started undoing his pants. He dropped his jeans down and got them off over his boots. And there it was-his big thick daddy cock that he had shoved so far down my throat months ago. And there was the little tattoo I had almost forgot about, a few inches to the right of his cock. It was a little pirate symbol or something. His cock was already hard. I looked around, nervous, with the feeling that we were being watched.

"Aint nobody around, slut. Don't you worry. And if there was, I know that you'd want them to watch anyway, so don't act so scared." He sat down on the shitty, dusty couch, his cockhead pointing up at me. His dick was so stiff, he didn't even need to touch it at all. "Get on your knees bitch" he growled. This man that I really didn't know at all just called me "bitch." Oh god, I should have known this was how it would go. I hesitated for a moment, realized there was no choice, and obeyed, slowly dropping down onto my knees, feeling the hot dirt on them. At first I was too close to the couch, and I inched my knees back some. 

As I started shuffling my ass back and leaning my chest towards him, a whisper in my mind said, "Give him something to look at..." and before I really thought about it I was getting down into a low doggystyle position in front of him, with my knees spread wide so my ass would spread too. My body did it on its own, I realized. I almost felt like I was watching myself do it.

I felt the outside air on my tight asshole and realized my 6" uncut cock was rock hard. I hoped he wouldn't see. I felt betrayed by my own cock, thinking, you know we are being forced into this crazy shit? Why are you hard??

I held my breath, bit my lip, and reached up and took his cock by its base with my right hand. It sent a shock through my body, touching another guys cock, his hard cock, on purpose...God what am I doing?! Just as when we first met, I could barely get my entire hand around his cock. I gave it a squeeze, trying hard to touch the tip of my thumb to the end of my pointer finger. 




First Time Training Session Ch. 02



That same tiny voice in the darkest corner of my brain screamed, "Yes, yes, yes!" and before I could stop her, the whore in me took over. I spit on his cock head and started stroking his shaft. Up and down, starting slow. Under my my hand his dick was still dry, and as I squeezed and pumped my hand up and down it made his skin slide over the stiff inner core of his cock. I spat on it again, trying to get it wet enough for my hand to just slip and slide over his rod as I stroked him. I turned my eyes up to him with a look that meant 'fuck you man' while I opened my mouth as wide as I could and pushed his cock head between my lips and onto my tongue. 

It felt like it happened in slow motion. Instantly I had flashbacks of getting face fucked and used and I could feel it again, and I wanted it. It was all I wanted. The end of his cock was so large and surprisingly smooth as it slipped past my top lip. Then both lips plopped over the tall ridge of his cock head and down around his shaft just below the head, wrapping it tight.

I looked back up at him and heard another car drive by not 100 feet away from us on the highway. I opened my mouth wide and thrusted it down on his rod, letting it slide over my tongue and hit the back of my throat. I gagged. He let out a little chuckle and moaned. I did it again, and choked again, but not very hard. 

"This is what happens when you don't keep your slut slaves in good shape. You need to be practicing much, much more." I pulled his dick out of my mouth and put out my tongue all flat, so I could slap it on there (my favorite thing to do). It was so heavy, it made the sexiest noise beating up my tongue. I opened wide and started pushing my head up and down on his big dick, sucking hard so it would make nasty slurping noises as I did. I bounced my head, taking about 5 inches in and out of my slut throat. I moved faster, dramatically throwing my head on his dick so much that my entire body was moving, including my ass cheeks which were wobbling forward and back like a bitch twerking with a dick in her face. He loved it.

"Look at that candy ass move while you suck," he said, "dump that girlfriend, you were born for this." I didn't respond. I couldn't. Six inches in made me choke hard, and when I did tons of throaty slobber came out of my mouth with his cock. I almost went to wipe my face but remembered-this guy likes his sluts messy. The slobber ran down my chin and dropped to the ground under me in long slimy strings. I was out of breath and was taking quick short breaths that were almost little moans. He reached down to his dick and removed my right hand from its base, taking his cock and pointing it at my mouth and putting his other hand into my now-longer hair, pulling it tight into his fist. He brought my face down do his dome, and I thought he was going to jam it in, but instead he just placed the head in, making sure my mouth was held wide open. A drop of spit rolled out over my bottom lip. I turned my eyes up to him, waiting.

"Hands down, at your sides," he said calmly. My elbows had been supporting me on the couch between his thighs, so when I moved them my chest fell down to the couch between his knees, and it was the only thing holding me up on the couch. That, his hand gripping my hair, and his cock head propping my jaw open wide. I nervously lowered my hands down to my sides. The man slowly pushed down on my head, threading his meat into my hole. A little bit, then a little more, until his rod was pushed right down my throat. What little control over this that I had before was gone with my hands down.

Right then he abruptly yanked my head up and down on his dick, and noises started coming from my throat that I hadn't made since the last time I saw him. Desperate, embarrassing slurps and coughs. It gave me that rush of adrenaline you get when you've gone too deep in a swimming pool and you run out of air before you get to the surface, that primal fear that you won't get the air you need. It was scary, but was turning me on. Why the hell was it turning me on? 

His other hand joined his first, grabbing a fistful of hair. Holding my head tight he started thrusting up with his hips. I choked hard and my back arched forward automatically as I gagged. I didn't mean to but I put my hands up to pull him out of me before I choked to death on his dick.

He slapped my hands away, then leaned way forward off of the couch, reaching over my back and spanked my ass as hard as he could. It hurt so bad, especially because it was sweaty. The sun had moved the shadow of the roof just a little, so my ass was in the blazing light. 

"Strike two cunt" he said. He sat back again and picked my head up again by the hair, forcing three fingers into my mouth to the back of my throat, making my eyes bulge and then squeeze shut tight. I tried so hard not to gag. Then he threw me back down on his cock. My hands were back down, each gripping and stretching the base of my shirt to try and take my focus off the feeling in my throat. He continued working my head on his rod, sometimes pulling it out and rubbing my face on his massive nut sack, saying "Drool bitch...drool..." He wanted his balls all slippery like last time, and I had so much spit from my throat it was easy. 

My cock remained rock hard. Regardless of what I knew was right, the whore inside me was taking over all of the controls, and I started to love it. I kept trying to make my ass wiggle to the rhythm of the rough face fucking he was giving me. I felt like I was multitasking, trying not to gag and struggling on his pole while keeping my hands down and my body locked in the submissive low-down, ass up, back arched position. It was tough to get enough air and the light-headedness was giving me kind of a buzz. I was gasping in breaths whenever he pulled himself all the way out of my face, but it wasn't quite enough. I got a little dizzy but for some reason it felt good-it made my balls tingle a little as they moved just slightly to the rhythm of the suckjob the man demanded of me. 

"Worship it," the voice in my head demanded, no longer just a whisper. "You are his bitch. And you are a lucky, lucky slut to serve such a big, thick cock." Some part of me agreed with it, in my mind, and took his cock down deep, looking up at him, posing for him with his meat in me. "You're lucky to have him bossing you around. Using you." I lurched and and had to use all my back muscles to pull my head up and off his cock, gasping loudly and dropping some clear slimy spit onto his dick head. "Now get down low, and worship it," the voice said loudly in my ear.

I spread my knees wider, bringing my ass even closer to the ground, getting as low beneath him as I could. I stared in his eyes and threw my face straight down onto his cock before he even got a chance to force it down by my hair. When my face jerked down it yanked on my hair that was still in his grip, pulling his hands down with it. He looked a little surprised, as I slowly pulled inch by inch of it out of my throat, keeping eye contact, before dramatically swooping my head back down on his cock, tossing him into my throat. He let go of my hair. I gave it to him again. Fast down, slower up, fast down again, almost to the point of choking, then slowly back out again, over and over. My eyes watered, and I tried to put on an innocent face for him.

When he let go of my hair, it felt like he'd taken off the training wheels. I was being the little cocksucker he wanted all on my own, vigorously using his cock on myself. I was wrong. He took my head back with both fists full of my hair, and pushed me down harder than before. His meat felt never ending, but all of the sudden my nose was smashed up against his rough pubic hair, the entirety of his nearly nine inches of daddy meat in my throat. I gagged hard, and my hands came up before I could stop them. He slowly, slowly let his cock slide out of me. I was pushing off him with both hands but he was holding down tight. It was unbearably slow. Once it was out a bunch of my spit followed it, dropping next to his balls on the couch. I let out a few uncontrollable, wet sounding coughs.

"Strike three. What a shame. Ok slut, since you can't keep your hands off we will try it another way. See that bag over there?" There was a plain black gym bag at the end of the structure on the ground. I nodded. "Crawl over there and get it". 

Like an idiot I started to stand and he said, "Did I stutter bitch? C-r-a-w-l," he spelled it out for me. Again the whore in me had all control, and I lowered my chest and shoulders down low towards the ground, below the height of my hips. With one hand I tugged on the base of my shirt, pulling it up to my bellybutton so the back would not cover my ass. I started crawling through the dirt and scraps of trash with my ass way up in the air. It was fucking filthy. I could feel his eyes on me as I moved my hips, strutting away from him slowly on all fours. My ass cheeks wiggled, flashing him with little peeks of my asshole. When I got to the bag I looked up and saw a car drive by. Oh shit, I was in plain view! Reality hit me in the face. I grabbed the bag and scrambled back over to the stranger quickly, remembering all of the sudden that I was outside, almost naked, covered in slobber and sweat. People might actually see this nightmare.

When I got back he put me right where I had been, and told me to lick his nuts. I did, fast and wet and with as much spit as I had, making sure not to use my hands, feeling worried once again about the cars driving by. He unzipped the bag and took something out.

"Left hand," he said, "don't you dare stop licking those balls. Give me your hand."

I lifted my hand up, but couldn't see what he was doing because his thick cock blocked my view. Then I felt it-he was putting something around my wrist. He snapped it on tight.

"Right hand" he barked. I gave him my right and brought my left hand down to my eye-level at his ball sack to see what he'd put on me. It was a black leather cuff with a silver metal ring attached to it. And at that moment, the first thing I felt was excited. Just for an instant. Then I was scared, but my tongue never stopped working his sack. I nervously took turns sucking one of his massive balls into my mouth and then the other, pausing to take fast, deep breaths, while he put on my other cuff. Once it was on, he told me to sit up. I struggled back up off the couch, onto my knees, and he stood and pushed me further back by the shoulder so I tipped back and was squatting on my toes, as low as I could, knees bent all the way, and all of my weight at the front of my now very dusty dress shoes.

He went around behind me, crouched down like I was and slapped my ass so hard that I fell forwards onto the couch, my nipples scuffing on the rough material of the cushion. He grabbed me back roughly and put me back like I was so he could smack it again. 

"Girly fucking bubble-ass" he muttered. There was one more good slap that made me squeal loudly. Then using a little metal clip, he drew one of my hands behind my back, then the other, and clipped them together by the silver rings on the cuffs. I could barely move them-they were locked only an inch or two from each other. He stood and got back in front of me, his cock still so hard. Sweat ran down my face, into my eyes, and it stung. He took a little step forward, so he was right in front of me, his shins touching my inner thighs as I squatted, keeping my knees spread wide. I opened my mouth wide for him, he didn't even have to tell me to. And then my eyes squeezed themselves closed and my hands fought the cuffs as his thick cock head plunged deep into and out of my throat and his hands gripped my head, never letting more than four inches of his cock shaft show outside my lips. I was totally helpless.

As he face fucked me he said "You love it, don't you? Yes, she loves getting throated." 

"Yes yes yes!" the voice in me squealed. I felt like I was going to choke and gag and pass out from lack of air, but it turned me on so much that it was worth it. Being held tightly bound and at his mercy alternated between being insanely hot and simply terrifying. He used me forever. It must have been 10 minutes there in the dirt, my hands tied back. I kept flinching and lurching, fighting against the cuffs. Finally he yanked his cock out of my mouth.

"Ok now bitch," he said, "I don't regularly do this, but I'm feeling nice so I'm going to give you a choice. I'm going to let you do yourself a favor." He leaned over my back, and unclipped my hands so they could come apart. My arms swung forward and I was so relieved, they were sore. He grabbed the black bag and tossed it to the ground next to me. "Reach into that bag and see what you get." I slowly put one of my shaking hands into the bag, and grabbed around. When I brought it out, I was holding a skin toned, roughly 6 inch dildo that was relatively thin. Only it wasn't really a dildo because it got very thin at the base before widening to a broad cap at its end. It was a dildo-butt plug. A play dick that was meant to go in and stay in. A chill went through my body.

It clearly wasn't brand new, and my first thought was where the hell has this thing been already? But of course it didn't matter. The man again grabbed me by my neck, standing tall above me, squeezing so I would look right up at him.

"You should know where this afternoon is headed by now" he said with a fake-looking expression of sympathy for me on his face, twisting his lips into an over exaggerated frown. I took a big swallow. I knew what he meant.

"Please..." I started, but he covered my mouth with one of his palms and gave me a stern look. 

"This is your one chance to make it easier." He looked at his wrist watch. "You have...15 seconds to get that up your lil pussy, or its gone". I looked up like you can't be serious, and he said "12 seconds..." I panicked. Even the whore in me panicked. Instantly I spit as much as I could in my hand and reached around and slapped it onto my asshole. Then I took the rubber cock and rubbed it up and down with my wet hand as fast as I could, spreading the slippery spit on it. I reached back and spread my ass with my right hand, and with the left I brought the dildo to my asshole. I hadn't been ready for this. I lined it up and pushed on it. It hurt. My heart was pounding. I pushed harder and it went in a little, then it really hurt! I thought it was impossible. I saw him hold up his hand, gesturing 5 seconds, 4 seconds...I pushed it hard and relaxed as much as I could, and it slid in. 2 seconds...I pushed and damn it was so tight and at the last moment I felt my asshole clench down around the thin part of the plug, locking it in. It was all the way in me. I had just barely made it in time, and as it settled inside me I let out a big long moan, not knowing if I felt relieved or even more tense.

Before the moan was even done the stranger stepped up and pushed his cock back over my tongue, bumping hard on the back of my throat before passing behind it. My hands were still free and I almost made the impulsive mistake of putting them up onto his thighs to push him out of me. At the last moment I caught myself as my hands went up and instead of putting them between the two of us to get me away, I let them go around him and grab his ass. One hand got each of his ass cheeks. His ass was surprisingly firm as he was flexing it to drive his cock into my mouth. I played it off like I just meant to get him in deeper, and he just let out a little laugh at me. 

Then the man leaned way forward over my head, using both of his hands to push my face onto his cock and deep into the pocket of his crotch. With my head stuck in the pit of his groin, he let go of my head but kept it pushed down on his rod with his elbows, mashing them against the back of my skull. I knew what he wanted, and I took my hands off of his ass and brought them behind my back so he could clip them together again. All of my focus was on not choking, and miraculously I didn't. The pain in my asshole was slowly numbing. I was so full at both ends, and my body screamed at me to get these poles out of me. But I wasn't listening to my body anymore, only the stranger.

The next throating was ruthless. With my hands clipped behind my back again, he clearly didn't care how I felt at all, and the fucked up part was that I felt really good. The dildo was pushing on my prostate and it was amazing. So slutty, out here in this trashy place, outside, getting used. I wished I could watch this from the side. I knew I was doing as good or better a job on this dick than most pornstars. I could feel my cock leaking precum onto the dirt. 

He plunged his dick all the way in my mouth and kept it there, my nose smashed up against his scratchy pubic hair. My hands opened on their own and then gripped down hard on my ass cheeks, my nails digging into them. I choked quietly, trying so hard not to, and instead of pulling out he just started doing short quick thrusts. I felt the bone just behind the base of his cock bumping on my upper lip as he thrusted off it, making sure his dick was as deep as it could possibly go. His sticky balls stayed pressed against my chin as he flexed his rod all the way in my throat, tenderizing the spot eight and a half inches past my lips with his meat hammer. My throat ached hard. My entire head was just locked down on the front of this stud. He pumped. My eyes bulged and watered until tears ran over my cheeks. I gagged. Then he fucked my face at machine gun speed for a moment before he finally pulled out of me. 

A loud, relieved "Ahh!" escaped from my mouth, and I coughed. It hurt. This was hard. I was sacrificing my throat for him. "You like that, you fuck?!" I yelled at him impulsively, spitting and giving him an icy stare. He laughed a little and put his hand on my chin, directing my lips back to his cock.

"No talking talking from you. Remember, you silly whore?"

I wanted to say something back, but the slut voice in my head said "You know he's right, whore, no talking back..."

I gave a rough, open-mouth moan and he placed his meat back at the entrance to my mouth. I stuck my tongue out on the bottom of his rod, out past my bottom lip, cupping the curve of the underside of his cock as he started pumping me again. I could actually feel his bulging dick vein running back and forth over it. It got more and more intense, until he was skull fucking me, when out of nowhere he stopped and my throat went quiet. His dick slid out.

"Looks like you're ready" he said. With that he pulled me to my feet gruffly and looked me right in the face. "One word and that video gets sent to your girl and posted on every porn site I can find. Understand?" I nodded. He gently reached around me, to my ass, and slowly pulled on the dildo. I could feel my hole stretching out as the thicker part passed through it. Instantly I got an intense feeling, like a chill, from the friction of the rubber dick sliding through my hole. Then the head of the fake cock slipped right out of my hole. I felt so empty. He tossed it on the couch, then with both arms he turned my body outward, away from the shack, and with one hand holding my hair, making my head point up and the other hand pushing on the cuffs behind my back, he marched me forward. I stumbled and walked in front of him, and then I was petrified. No. No way. He's taking me over by the truck. And that is what he did.

He walked me over and undid the tailgate of his truck, and it fell with a loud thud. I looked over my shoulder as much as I could reach and saw the highway behind me. We were in plain fucking view. Oh my god. The stranger unhooked my cuffs. I instantly tried to cover myself up with my hands, to block the view of my ass from the highway.





First Time Training Session Ch. 02



"Hands up. In the air" he said. There goes that idea. I did as told and he lifted my white undershirt up, pulled it over my head and threw it in the truck bed. Finally I was totally naked except for my shoes. Then he pushed me so that my bare chest fell down onto his tailgate, and bending down he grabbed one of my ankles at a time to spread my feet apart so my ass was out, pointing at the highway. I heard a car cruise by. Fuck fuck fuck. 

The man gave me a spank and then walked around his truck to step on his back right tire and climb into the bed. He grabbed my right hand and pulled it away from me towards the wheel well. There was a chain there hooked to the rail of the truck bed, and he clipped the ring on my leather cuff to the chain before pulling it tight, making the right side of my body jerk forward a couple inches. Then he took my left hand. Clipped it. Pulled it towards the front of the truck too, tight. My bare chest was getting scratched up by the rough metal of the tailgate, and my ass leaked out a drop of my own spit that slowly ran down my inner thigh towards my knee.

"Look at this whore" he spat at me, "How are you supposed to fight back?"

"I'm not..." I whimpered. My voice came out higher than it usually is, more raspy-it was the whore speaking.

"Very good! So smart for such a cock-hungry slut." My face smiled a tiny bit before I could stop it.

Then he stepped closer to me, and squatted down in front of me with his feet wide, bringing his cock in front of my face. He grabbed my hair and lined my mouth up with his punishingly hard cock, and there was absolutely nothing I could do about it. He shoved it in my mouth. I gagged in the new position, and he loved it. He tried to make me gag again. It worked. The metal of the truck was hot on my chest, and if he had pulled my hands any further forward in the truck bed, my cock would have been under me on the metal. Instead it was dangling just below the tailgate, so hard. 

He started face fucking me again, making lots of noise, getting my spit all over. I couldn't move. I twisted my feet a little, tried to adjust to get more comfortable, but it didn't work. All it did was make my ass wiggle. I wondered what this would all look like from the highway. He started letting out hoots and yelling what a good slut I was. A car flew by behind me. Then I heard another, and was sure that it slowed down as it went by. It was torturing me that I couldn't see what was happening behind me. Im on display, I thought. 

That's when what sounded like an 18 wheeler cruised by and the driver honked his loud ass horn at us, clearly taking a good long look, and the stranger pointed to the driver of the truck, smiling while pumping my face. I heard the engine of the truck idling. Please please please...don't let me hear his door open. If it did I wasn't even sure I'd be able to hear it over the slurping noises coming from my mouth. And luckily the engine picked up again and I heard the truck slowly pull away.

Then the stranger decided he was done with my face. He got up and hopped out of the truck and went behind me. He squatted down behind me and I felt his strong hands grab my ass and spread it hard. He spat on it. Then again. I felt his spit roll down the top of my ass crack, then onto my hole, pooling there, before some leaked down onto the back of my ballsack. Then I felt something I thought I would never experience. His tongue flicked onto my asshole. Then all around it, then back on it. It was so fucking amazing, almost better than getting my dick sucked. I couldn't believe how good it felt, and that I'd never really wanted it before. 

Without asking he pushed one of his fingers right into my hole and started flicking his tongue around it, moving it around inside me. I heard a girly moan escape through my tired-out dick sucking lips. The next one was louder. My eyes rolled back in my head. He put a second finger into me, and it didn't even hurt. It felt incredible. It joined the first, bumping on my prostate as his tongue explored my rim. I seriously thought I might cum for a moment, and I forgot that I was chained to an old pickup truck in plain view somewhere in the country, getting my pussy licked out for the first time. I forgot how bad my throat hurt. I was going to cum. 

Then he stopped, removed his fingers and walked away. I heard him head back over to the shack and I stood there chained up, all by myself. I heard a car go by. Then another. I wondered if they saw my whore ass up in the air, ready for what was coming to defile it.

When he got back I heard him place something next to my ass on the tailgate, and then I heard an unwrapping sound. It stopped, and he tossed the condom wrapper in the truck, next to my face. All of the sudden I felt so stupid. Before I came here, I never even considered that I would suck him again, much less have him try to pop my virgin cherry asshole, so it never even crossed my mind to bring condoms. I was glad he had. The condom was a magnum-mine wouldn't have fit him anyway.

"Yeah, yeah..." he said, sounding totally crazed behind me, rolling the rubber over his dick. Then he spread me and gave one more big spit on my asshole before I felt his cock head on my hole. Despite my fantasies, I never thought in a million years that I would actually take a cock in my ass. And especially not like this. In my dirtiest fantasies I had pictured giving my ass up in a shower at the gym, or in some random businessman's hotel room downtown, but not like this, dirty and exposed, literally chained up and staring at the pebbles and scratches in the bed of an old pickup, sweaty and sore. And now there it was, the cool touch of the lubricated condom stretched around his big fat cock head putting pressure on my defiantly tight little hole. And it did feel big. Like, way, way to big. 

"Relax your cunt baby," he said, "relax, relax, relax it!" he shouted. 

The moment when the end of his cock first touched my puckered hole was probably the best part of the entire ordeal, but what followed wasn't. I would like to pretend having my asshole stretched further than ever was the most amazing feeling ever, like I would if this were some ridiculous fictional tale of first time anal sex. But it wasn't, this actually happened, and when you take a dick up your ass for the first time and it is an especially large, thick one, it hurts. A lot. 

I yelped as it pushed in just a bit, and the stranger backed away for a moment, which surprised me. He gave me a few seconds and then placed the end of his cock back on my hole. I tried so hard to relax it, and he put pressure on it. I felt it move a little and my hole strained. He had done me a favor, making me shove that butt plug in my pussy before even though the size difference was absurd between the two. His dick slipped in a bit and pain shot through me. I bucked a little and my arms pulled the chains tight. I whimpered and let out a squeal. It hurt.

"Almost, bitch..." he said to me. He gave one more abrupt little push, shooting a pain through me and then stopped there. 

"Out...fuck oh my god, please let it out," I said in a scratchy voice. He didn't listen. 

"There, stay right there baby," he said. We stood still for just a second, silently, as the pain gradually subsided. My focus went away from the pain and on to what had just happened. "Hows that for ya?" he said to me, "Congratulations, you've officially started." So much had already happened, I had a hard time thinking it had just begun. "You, slut, have my entire cock head in your dirty. Little. Cunt." He spanked my right ass cheek and gripped on it, pulling my ass apart and looking at his dick in me. I wished so bad I could see. I heard him pick up whatever he had put down next to me, and then that camera sound that phones make when you take a picture with one. He had taken a photo of this. Maybe I would see it. My cock swelled even more.

Slowly, he pulled the head back out, and my asshole relaxed. He gruffly grabbed both of my ass cheeks, spread them wide, and spit on my hole. Then he brought his cock back up to it and smeared it all around with the end of his dick. Again, slowly, he pushed on it, and this time the head slipped back in and my tight o-ring was back gripping around the start of his cock shaft in just a few seconds. It didn't hurt quite as bad, but didn't feel ok yet. He pushed a little more. Another bit went in, I couldn't tell how much. The friction on my asshole felt kind of good, then all the sudden fucking amazing as his dick head moved over my prostate.

"Its prom night for you girl," he said. "Not what you pictured," he continued, gradually pushing more of his shaft in me, "but what does it matter where or how its happening, what matters is that your cute little pussy is getting the stretching it deserves." 

"Yes...sir," I spat out. It came out quick because I had been holding my breath. I took a few big fast breaths, and he pulled out a little. And it was true...I had waited way too long. This was so fucking hot, and now that I thought about it, it was feeling good, but not in a relieving way, I don't know how to describe it. It may sound stupid but it felt a little like the feeling you get when you are about to sneeze and it just won't happen...I couldn't tell if I had to pee or cum, or if precum was just oozing out of my dick, there was so much pressure. It felt like I was on the cusp of some insane release, and it just wouldn't let go. I could only imagine what it was like for him, it must have felt incredible. Just so tight!

And finally, I realized, I was actually the slut I had always wanted to be. Sure, I had the same thought in the stranger's apartment while he had felt me up against the wall and then squirted his jizz into my open mouth, but this was different. My virginity was gone, my cherry popped-no, wrecked. He was making my ass his toy, making all the decisions I had been too big a pussy to make on my own for me, and changing me forever. Im a true bottom. I'm a sissy cock-loving bitch, and at this point, he didn't even need the chains. I wanted him to do it. 

For an instant Christy popped into my head. Then his left hand came down hard on my ass. Smack, smack! I lost her, and I was back to being owned. 

Under my breath, in a slutty little voice I muttered "Oh fuck yeah...". 

"What did you say bitch?" He grabbed my hair from the back and pulled my face up so I was staring at the back window of his truck. "Fuck yes I saaaaaid!" The word "said" got stretched out because as I said it he pushed another couple inches into me, deeper than he had been yet, before pulling out about an inch. My moans were almost squeaks. Then it started.

He pushed it in, then pulled out, in then out. I was getting fucked. His cock was so thick it was pulling my o-ring out with it a little as he dragged his cock out. He spit on it again, and it got more slippery. That allowed him to quicken his pace. He let go of my hair and my face fell back down to the hot metal of the truck bed. He put his hand on my shoulder, pulling me back towards him, keeping the chains tight, the cuffs pulling on my wrists. He started thrusting. I moaned with each new entry into my core. It felt so fucking intense, mostly good. Mostly.

Whoosh. A car flew by. Followed by two more. If they looked they would see his ass now, not mine, but would see my feet spread wide and my thick legs in front of him. From that angle and in this position they would probably think I was a girl, some no-limits slut. It felt like he must be up behind my bellybutton with his dick, it was so deep in me sometimes. Then, after what felt like an hour of having been tied down to his truck, he bottomed out in my ass. I felt his hip bone hit my ass cheek before he pulled his dick back out some. 

"Yea...yeaa..." I said. I sounded like a girl. "Fuck your little slut daddy...fuck me like that..."

"You like it?" he said.

"Mmm-hmmm," I said, over dramatically nodding my head up and down before returning it to the metal of the truck, feeling coarse on my cheek. 

Another car drove by. The driver honked twice, signaling he'd spotted us, but didn't slow. I felt so naughty. I spread my feet a couple inches further apart, as far as I could, and had to get on my toes to keep my ass high enough for him, making it bulge and showing him I wanted it more. 

Clap. I thought I heard it, but I wasn't sure until a second later when he pushed back into me. Clap, clap. Clap. Clap. Cap. He wasn't being so careful now, fucking me like he wanted to, and his hip bone and groin were slapping against my sweaty ass cheeks, making that tell-tale, lustful, anti-romantic sex sound every ass makes when its getting plowed hard and deep enough. As the clapping sound got louder, his huge balls started swinging enough to slap up against my taint and the base off my ball sack. His nuts were so sweaty-I distinctly remember that part, when I first felt his balls hit mine, leaving some of his cool sweat on them before coming right back.

"Ahhh! Ahhh! Ahhh! Ahhh!" I couldn't help it. The combination of his rod dragging over my o-ring, stretching it, and the intense rhythmic pressure on my prostate was making me scream out like a 10 cent whore. The stranger grunted behind me, spanking me hard every now and then. He grabbed my hair again roughly and pulled back on it, bringing my shoulders up and making my back arch. Then he just pounded. I don't even know what noises or nasty words came out of my mouth then, I was so focused on the feelings coming from my slut hole. It was much more intense than anything I had felt while having sex with a woman, there was no doubt about that. I still couldn't tell if I was about to cum at any moment or if precum was already dripping out of me. My cock stayed hard. Cars were still passing. They couldn't see my face of course but it would only take a moment for one to slow down and turn in. That was terrifying, but I actually didn't care. I'm a whore now, I thought, and good whores don't care who sees. Good whores put on a show.

The stranger pushed all the way in and stopped, his balls smashed against mine, all wet. Then he pulled his rod all the way out. Now it actually felt weird with it out, like I was too empty. It was ok though, because an instant later he just shoved it back in, all the way. I cried out with a moan in the most innocent voice I could. He pulled it all the way back out again. Then jammed it all the way back in me, clearly enjoying himself. Then all the way back out. Then balls deep once more. Then out. Only this time he didn't immediately place his cock back in me. He paused, long enough for me to hear him let out a couple big breaths. 

"Fuck," he said quickly and quietly. I didn't know what was going on. He fumbled around a little. "Well," he said, "I guess thats the problem with bringing only one," he said, tossing something onto the right wheel well by my right hand in the bed of the truck. Before I realized what it was, several inches of his dick where sliding back up into my boi pussy. Then I realized what it was: the condom, and it clearly had a big rip in it. What the fuck?! But it was too late. His bare cock was already inside me and I was already melting again, slipping back into my whore trance. The smart, responsible part of me was so shut out by the dumb, impulsive whore part of me, and I barely thought of the risks and instead got even more turned on feeling the skin of his cock on the skin of my fuck hole. The moaning came back.

"Not even a word of protest!" he said, speeding up to pounding speed. "You learn so quick baby..."

Ten seconds hadn't even passed since he'd put his bare cock in my asshole and already my whole body was bouncing against the back of his tailgate, my ass jiggling and calves sore from standing on my toes. The truck was rocking forward and back a little bit from my weight being thrown on and off it, making a squeaking noise. My hands had nothing to grab onto, and my fingers moved on their own, stretching out and clenching closed as his dick bludgeoned my prostate, bringing me closer and closer to cumming. I heard another diesel engine approaching in the distance. As it got close, it slowed and then it stopped right behind us, idling in place. I felt the stranger turn his shoulders a little, looking back at the semi-truck parked there. Apparently its presence was ok with him, even a good thing, because he turned back around and started to slam my pussy with his cock even harder, making the truck move more under me, forward and backward.

I held my breath, taking his merciless pounding, holding my eyes shut and trying not to be embarrassed. I could feel my face turning red, and I had to let the breath out. It came out as a long, high pitched "Fuuuuuuuuuuck!" that ended in a drawn out, quiet moan that wavered each time he slammed into me.

Not only was he pounding me hard, but he was using his entire length. I could feel his cock head nearly popping out when he pulled back out, and his ball sack slap my own as he thrusted over and over, that slapping noise so loud. He spanked me over and over and I was wailing...it was so good and so bad. Still the sound of that engine behind me, someone just watching me take it. I hoped the site of me getting used like this had gotten the driver of the truck hard, and that he was stroking his meat in his cab, watching. Each thrust from the stranger sent a new chill up my spine. My nipples were rock hard despite the heat.

Then, without stopping his thrusts, the stranger reached down next to me in the truck bed and picked up my wife beater undershirt. He stopped thrusting for just a moment, and it was weird but I instantly got sad and said "Ohhh..." in a tone that meant no, no don't stop it! Then he leaned in over my back, and grabbed my face up off the truck by my hair, and with his other hand he put my shirt over my head, but not like it's supposed to be worn. Instead he had put my head through one armhole, and then through the other so it was coming out the other side. I didn't really understand until he took the rest of the shirt (the lower part) and twisted it up some. As he did that, it tightened up around my neck. It got tight, but not tight enough to really choke me.

He wrapped a bit of it around his fist from the bottom of the shirt, to get a good grip. Then he pulled it tight, yanking me back by the neck and my shoulders, stopping the breath I had been inhaling halfway. The little slack that had been in the chains tightened and the cuffs pulled hard on my wrists as he yanked me back with the shirt, as if it were a leash and collar. My neck was pulled back so my face was stuck looking up, and all I could really see was the back window of the truck and its roof. The semi-truck still sat idling behind us.

Holding me like that, he used me like a thing. I was getting yanked in half, my arms holding me to the truck and the strangers strong grip on my leash pulling me back, keeping me taut. Slam slam slam slam! He was going as hard as he could. My moans were quieter because my throat was being pushed on by my own shirt, twisted up tight around me, keeping me in place. I couldn't move at all. It felt insanely good. Just pure slut with no choice. I watched the air freshener hanging from the trucks rear view mirror swinging as I got pounded. 

I started getting a little light headed from being choked, and my vision sparkled a little bit as my eyes bulged and my hair fell on my face, bouncing around as my head shook with each new thrust into my ass. My mouth felt like it was stuck wide open, and I started licking my lips. Part of me wished the trucker would get out and come over to put my mouth to use, but he just sat in his truck. 

As the stranger pounded me, I gradually felt something change a little. I couldn't tell what it was. It was as if his dick had gotten even thicker. Then he started to get louder, puffing and grunting and I knew his sperm was coming soon. Again I thought I might cum before him, but that isn't what happened. He picked up pace, and then with a loud moan I felt his dick expand in my asshole before releasing, then again, and again, and again. He was pumping cum through his 8.5" of daddy meat straight into the depths of my newly popped cherry. He yanked back hard on my neck as I clenched around his rod as much as I could. He grunted and yelled as he squirted his load deep in me. Moans that would have been very loud left me as high pitched, wheezing whimpers. I could feel his dick throbbing, and maybe I imagined it, I'm not sure, but I thought I could feel a wet, sloshy feeling in my ass. 




First Time Training Session



I froze. I'd forgotten. I'd been so wrapped up in the moment that I forgot that I was wearing my thigh-high fishnets and little black panties. Now, let me say here that I know not all men are into a guy in stockings, or anything at all feminine for that matter, and for an instant I was nervous he'd judge me. Then I remembered what I was here doing, and I remembered the pics I had posted on that website. 

"Stand up" he said. I took my hand off the base of his cock and pushed myself up to my feet. He did a little "spin around" motion with his finger, and I turned my back to him. I heard him shift back on the couch behind me, and then the sound of him stroking his slippery wet cock. "Take those of, c'mon now." he said firmly. I reached to undo my button and my hands were all slobbery still, and some spit got on my pants as I put my thumbs in the waist at my sides and nervously pulled the jeans down slowly over my ass and the crotchless panties that were now pulled pretty tight, like a thong. I arched my back and spread my feet apart some and pushed them down, bending at the waist, past my fishnet thighs and calves and down to the floor. I heard him stroking like crazy behind me. He liked it... Then he stood up behind me. 

"Mmm" he said, eying me. I was standing again, having stepped out of my jeans, back arched and pushing my ass out as much as I could. "Its even better than the picture," he said. The "pic" in "picture" came with a quick, very firm grip of my left ass cheek from behind. I let out a kind of gasping noise. He held it tight, said "Over here..." and pushed me over to the wall across the room, holding my ass tight. I tried not to stumble, but it was quick. 

"Hands on the wall" he said. I put them up. I was standing with my feet a couple feet from the wall, bent at the waist, leaning onto it, face on it, looking right. The ceiling fan was now above us and I got a chill and goose bumps on my skin. The wall was cold and hard on my cheek. He took his hand off my ass and slapped it back on, hard enough to make a noise. He slapped it again, and again. I couldn't help yelping and moaning a little, they were hard slaps. Then he spread my cheeks with both of his rough hands. I felt the cool air on my hole, and he let out a little laugh and said "Shaved too...god damn.." My neck started to get sore with my face mashed against the wall, so I turned my head putting the other side on the wall, now looking left, and realized we were standing six feet from his huge mirror closet door to my left. 

My stomach dropped and my cock hardened as I looked at myself. Standing in those trashy fishnets, ass bulging out , legs spread, hands up on the wall like I was a prostitute in a dirty alley getting frisked by a bad cop. I put my weight on my toes and turned my heels out a little, making my ass pop out just a lil more. And of course there he was behind me, this completely naked stranger, with bigger arms than I'd realized, looming over me like he could just crush me at any moment. Slap! Slap!! My ass cheeks stung, again and again, and each time I moaned-when it was really hard I'd squeal a little by accident. He loved it. In the mirror I could see my ass wiggle a little after he'd hit it, before the next one came. I was sure my cheeks were turning pink, but it was too dim to see in the mirror.

"Don't move." he said. He turned away from me and walked towards the stairs. I looked over my shoulder and saw him disappear around the railing and downstairs. I didn't move. I couldn't move, my entire body was trembling, my ass still burning from being spanked. It felt so quiet all of the sudden, and I just listened to my breathing and my heart still pounding in my ears. I realized my jaw was hurting a little. After a minute I heard him walking back up the stairs. I kept staring at the wall when he re-entered the room, and I heard him sit down on the couch. I heard a kuh-chush noise as he opened a beer-that's what he'd been doing. 

"Now... I've watched you, you know" he said to me. He took a sip. "Online. Acting like an airhead skank with your webcam. Tell me, how many guys have you had watching you act like a slut on cam at once?" 

"Um..." I said but it was all gargled, there was junk in my throat and I didn't notice until I spoke. I cleared my throat. "...like 20...sometimes 25." I said, my voice kind of scratchy. 

"Mo-ther fucker." He said. "I can't believe you haven't been at this for years." When I didn't respond, just staring at myself in the mirror, he said "Well, shake it. Like you do for all them." 

Now I'm no pro like those sluts all over youtube, but I can make it move. I started moving my knees back and forth, quickly, knowing it would make my ass cheeks jiggle. The sound of his hand running up and down his cockshaft started up again. I got into it more, moving a little more, making my ass really go, and trying to slow it down some. I was on display for him, now on my own, in this slut suit. It felt so hot. I stopped with my knees and started bouncing a little on my toes, lifting my heels and letting them drop, making my ass cheeks hit each other and separate a little, the way some girls can make their booties clap. I reached back with one hand, the other still on the wall, and slapped my right cheek as it moved. He gave me a few slow claps from the sofa behind me, said "Mmm-mmm," and then "Ok. Back over here."

I took my hands off the wall and turned to him, arching my back, keeping that ass out for him. There he was on the couch again, only this time all the way to the right side of it, jerking his cock with his right hand (it was totally hard again) and holding his beer on the arm of the sofa in his left hand. 

I started walking back over to drop to my knees for him again, when he stopped jerking and patted the couch cushion to his right, and said "Up here." I made it over to him, got on the couch with my knees on the cushion, and pivoted, putting my head back over his crotch and my toes over onto the opposite arm of the sofa. Bending my left arm under me and leaning down onto his right thigh, I lined up my face (which had mostly dried up) over his cock. He removed his right hand from his prick and put it on my back as I grabbed his hard shaft with my right hand and stroked it a little.

I couldn't resist. I brought my face down as I jerked him, opening wide again, and put his cockhead into my mouth. It had dried too, and was now cool to the touch having been out of my mouth. I worked his head, my tongue flying all over it, and started pushing down, getting it wet and slippery a little further down his shaft with each dip. Soon I was getting so deep that there wasn't any room for my right hand to stroke him without hitting my lips, so I lowered my hand down to the base of his cock and held it pointing straight at at my mouth, again, barely able to get my thumb and pointer finger around it, the rest of my fingers resting on his nutsack. He moaned. Every few times I'd go deep on him my throat would tense up and try to reject his cock, making my back bend out of its arch for a moment before I got control back and arched it again. It was harder work than I'd ever expected. I could hear him taking sips of beer while I struggled on his fuckrod. 

It wasn't long before his right hand made its way from my back to my ass, cupping it. Then slapping it. Then gripping it hard and shaking it, clearly in awe of my young bubble butt. I felt him yank my panties to one side and grab an ass cheek, pulling my ass wide. Again, the cold air on my shaved hole. He then took his hand off and put it on my left shoulder, pushing me away from him so I'd look up at him. I let his cock slide out of my mouth as I turned my head to look up at him. 

He put his hand out under my face, cupped it, and said, "Spit". I had so much spit from my throat ready for him and I pushed some up and out of my mouth, and drooled a glob of it onto his hand. With his dry hand he pushed my head down again from its back and I turned back down and thrust his cock as deep into my mouth as it would go, still at least a couple inches from the base, but pretty damn deep and far past the back of my tongue. 

He slapped his palm full of spit onto my ass where my panties had just been, and it stung like crazy. I reacted with a big, high-pitched moan, his cock still about 3" in my mouth. The moan pushed some foamy spit out onto his shaft. 

"You don't wanna get fucked?" he said, wiping the cold slippery lube-spit all over my ass. "Not today?" I shook my head with his cock still in it. He gave a frustrated sounding "ahhh!" and I felt one of his thick fingers touch my asshole. I had fingered myself before, I'd even used some small toys. But this, someone else touching my asshole, was totally new and surprised me. My head stopped bobbing as he pushed against my tight puckered hole. He pushed harder, and reluctantly it widened for him, just enough for him to barely squeeze his finger in past his first two knuckles. 

It gave me a quick, sharp little pain that took a few seconds to fade. He knew it too from the noise I made on his rod. 

"I see why," he said with a snicker, "this cock could never fit in your little boy pussy as it is." The pain was gone and it immediately started to feel good. Really good. My dick hardened some again as he pulled his finger out, pushed it back in, in and out, then all the way in, flicking over my prostate. I went back to work on his cock, very hard, very wet, making lots of noise, and so turned on. A line of my spit slowly ran down his huge balls as I bounced my throat on his cock, and rolled down his sack onto his couch. He didn't seem to notice or care. Another finger now touched my o-ring. He pushed this one in with the first, and to my surprise, it didn't hurt. I just felt full, very full, stretched out. He stroked my prostate with both fingers and my cock was so hard, bulging behind the black lace, and I could tell it was leaking precum, making a little wet spot there. His hand picked up speed, and soon it was thrusting in and out, pounding my hole as deep as he could. 

"These aren't fingers, boy," he said to me as I slurped, "this, is another cock." A sip of beer. "This is your lucky day, and you have two strangers sticking their cocks into you." What a dirty fucker this guy is...just like me, I loved it. I thought about that, and imagined his fingers were another big cock. Behind me another man, another middle aged, hung, boy-slut fucking machine was taking me doggystyle, making me his bitch. I could even hear the sound the second cock was making in my hole as the fingers slipped in and out and the base of his palm smacked on my wet ass with every thrust. This new guy behind me looking down at my big ass, my slutty fishnets, making my tight hole wrap around his rod and slapping his swinging balls on my taint while I slobbed and gagged and stuffed the first man's cock down my throat. Getting used by both, and loving it maybe even more than either of them.

Back in reality, the man pulled his fingers out of my ass, gave it one big slap and started to stand up without a word. I pushed up off him slowly, trying to figure out what he wanted. He stood up in front of the couch. I almost wiped off my face, then remembered and left it all wet. He pointed at the floor in front of him. I got off the couch and dropped to my knees where he had pointed. He squared up in front of me, his gleaming dick swaying an inch from my nose. Then I had a thought. I leaned down, put my hands on the floor and back crawled about 5 feet, face down and ass way up, looking to my right. 

He looked confused, and gave me a "bitch what the hell are you doing..." look, and then he understood. I had backed up so I could see myself in the mirror.

He smirked and shook his head a little, and walked over to me as I got back up off my hands, sitting on my knees upright. My knees were spread wide, keeping me low, the fishnets digging into them a little pressed down on the carpet. 

"You like that huh?" I nodded. "You're the one that said you wanted to be like those little porn sluts, huh?" I nodded again, wondering what he meant by "the one"-how many others had there been? I quickly decided I didn't care. He stepped forward, putting the tip of his cock up to my lips, getting so close to me with his stance that my back was totally straight up. Had I not been turned on by it, it would have felt uncomfortably close, but there was only one thing I could do to keep from falling backwards: open wide. And I did. Before I could even blink his cock was at the back of my throat again. 

My hands instinctively went up to his legs/cock as I choked and he said, "No no no. Hands on your ass cheeks. Back, like that." and he had me reach back with both hands, one on each cheek, holding. "Keep them there, slut." I tried, but it was hard. He then pushed his dick into my throat a couple times, my hands came off a little, automatically in protest, but I put them back like a good slut. "This is your chance, little pornstar." Squishy, deep-down throat noises from me. "That's what it would look like-look..." and I pushed my eyes over as much as I could and saw myself. Down on the floor, clutching my ass with both hands (which made my back arch and my chest stick out) getting face fucked by a man I'd never met. "...camera's on you, bitch..."

My imagination kicked back on. The mirror wasn't a mirror-it was a camera. Someone else I'd never met standing there, fully clothed, holding a video camera on me. Not even seeing the entirety of the man face-fucking me, just focused lower on the lil pro-slut getting used. I got a chill, and my nipples got hard, and I started acting a little-started to put on a show. I put a little worried look on my face, moaned louder when I wasn't choking, and when I was my hands gripped my ass hard, eyes bulged and my toes clenched inside the ends of the fishnets. I made innocent eye contact with him a few times, but mostly my eyes were on the mirror, watching my own porn. I wondered what that would look like through the viewfinder of the camera.

That then made me think of it on your screen-you, reading this right now. Having gone looking for something really nasty to stroke your meat to, you get on a gay porn site and search for throat fuck, or deepthroat, or messy...something like that, and amongst all the little thumbnails you see the one with me kneeling, shiny from my drool, submitting to a cock. You click the link to find me there, on the floor of this bedroom in this nasty outfit getting used mercilessly by this hung older man. Sucking his cock like I was born for it. Being treated rough (as I had so far) but not once wanting it to stop. You turn up the sound so you can hear every little noise his cock gets out of me. Everyone at home reading this, was now instead watching it happen on their screen, edging their own cocks, staring at this fucktoy getting it good. 

Or better yet, I thought, not even at home. Me and this ruthless fucker up on the big screen at that seedy little porn shop/theater in your town. All dark in there, a handful of guys all stroking and watching me, you one of them, as you listen to the very quiet sound of guys stroking in the seats around you. You pull out your rod and start stroking, eyes on this mans balls as they slap against my chin. Which they were doing at that moment.

Or even better than that, you all standing around the two of us in this very room, each of you hoping this guy will blow his load soon, on me or in me (you don't care) so you can get your chance to step up and show him how you really treat a slut.

The man gripped my head by the hair and plunged his cock in, very, very deep. Deeper than it had been the entire time. My lips came within less than an inch of his trimmed pubes, and that snapped my back to reality. I remember feeling like my eyes rolled back into my head when he did this, and miraculously, I didn't choke. He held it there for maybe 3 seconds, then pulled it out. Then went all the way back and did it again. Then a third time. 

"You're learning..." he said, as the only noise I made was a quick throaty "Wah!" each time he yanked it out. My hands came off my ass a couple times, but never that far, and always quickly went back down, spreading my cheeks.

This was now a face-fucking. He held my head and kept driving his cock way past the back of my tongue, fucking my face with vigor. My jaw hurt, it was tired from being open so wide, but he didn't care at all. My throat hurt too, but at the same time felt numb. He'd jam it in and out of me for maybe 10-15 seconds, then pull it out to let me breath (gasping for more breath through all the spit), never letting go of my hair. 

Then, as he was plunging in and out, he looked at me and said "Open. Open-open-open." My jaw was as wide as it could go. I didn't know what he meant at first, then I realized-no lips. He wanted my lips off and away from his shaft, nothing but net for him, all throat. I focused and opened my lips wide. He went back to fucking me. The throat noises were so much louder now, embarrassingly loud, but I couldn't stop them. They happened on their own.

One of my favorite things about cocksucking in porn is when the sucker goes deep, lips wide open, and sticks his or her tongue out the bottom of the cockshaft, reaching towards the ballsack. I tried, it was hard, but I got as much of it out as I could, though I couldn't quite reach his dangling balls that way. I tried and tried, and got really close.

With my lips open there was no holding in all the spit. It started seeping out at the corners of my mouth, sliding down my chin, and I got a shiver as the first bit dropped onto my bare chest. It was followed by more, much more. I was glad he'd made me take off my shirt. When he pulled out to let me breath I let all I had in my mouth out over my chin, and it slipped off onto my chest, rolling down into my bellybutton and down onto the bulge in my panties where my cock was oozing precum. He lifted his heavy, wet rod up and put it down on my face, over my nose, the head touching my forehead and rubbed it all over my face, mocking me, getting my face all wet all over again. Then he lifted the tip up from the base of the shaft and smacked it down on my face, cockslapping me. A loud moan came out of my mouth before I'd even realized it. 

"Open" he said again, and like that, he was face fucking me once more. I had to try hard to keep my lips wide enough to stay off his thickness. 

He then plunged it in about 7 inches, and asked me "What's my name?" I didn't realize he actually wanted an answer, so I stayed focused on not choking like crazy. He pulled out a few inches, then put it in a little deeper than before. "I said, WHATS MY NAME?". He didn't move. I couldn't move. 

I actually tried to answer him with his cock deep in me. "I don't now" came out as "Gghaagugaau!" 

"What's that?" 

I tried again, pathetically, "Ghhasshhhaao" I yelled, shooting bits of slimy spit out my lips around his cock shaft as the would-be words came choking out desperately around his rod. Finally, finally, he yanked his cock out. It came with more slime which hung in a strand from the tip of his dick to my chin. 

"Come again?" he said, smirking.

"I-cough-I don't know." I stammered. It was almost a whisper, raspy and quiet, coughed out between deep loud inhalations. 

"Pshh." he said, taking his cock in his right hand and putting it back in through my lips and halfway into my throat, "You have my hard cock, in your throat, and you don't even know my name?" There was no way I could respond now, he was throating me again. I looked up for a second and just saw pure, nasty, crazy lust in his eyes, before my own rolled back in my head again. My upper lip touched his pubes. I had it nearly all in, he yanked it out, put it back. 




First Time Training Session



I was aching everywhere, but so turned on. As he continued to work my face, I inched my right hand over on my ass cheek towards my crack, and over my hole. It was still wet from his finger fucking on the couch minutes earlier. I pushed my own middle finger on my hole, trying to focus on his cock and my hand at once was like multitasking, it was ridiculous how much focus it took. I pushed and it slid in. It felt so good, even better than I thought, and I jammed my pointer finger in next to it. It was a tough reach, but I pushed my arm back as far as I could so I could finger fuck myself just like he had. I started bouncing off my prostate, feeling like my cock might explode. It was so good.

He didn't realize what I was up to at first, but when he heard my hand hitting my ass cheek he leaned over me, his cock in my throat, and saw me finger fucking myself. 

"Oh you slut.." he said, and started thrusting in my mouth faster. I kept slamming my ass. All of the sudden he made two intense moaning noises, and pulled his cock out of my mouth. I kept my mouth wide open, expecting him to jam his cock back in like he'd been doing, but instead a big thick squirt of cum spurted from his slit and straight into my mouth, hitting the back of my throat. I hadn't expected it, hadn't even thought about what I was going to do when he came. Time stopped, and to keep it from going down the wrong tube and choking me I had to push it back up into my mouth with my throat. When I did my mouth closed and head went down a little, all in an instant, as a reaction, and his next rope of cum flew out and landed on my face, below my left eye trailing down towards my lips. It was warm, more than I'd imagined, and in that instant I first tasted the cum I'd almost lost into my lungs, the first cum I'd ever tasted. 

It wasn't really salty, like a lot of stories on here had made me think. It tasted...I don't know...kinda like I thought it would, like it had been sitting stored in his big testicles. Not bad at all...but definitely no milkshake. With the big blob of cum on my face he instantly jerked my head up by the hair just before his third squirt of cum came out. He had just enough time to stuff the end of his cockhead between my lips before it did. I was ready for that one, it didn't get too far down that time. I caught the next one too, and the two shots after weren't as strong. I could feel and even see his shaft throbbing right in front of me, way more forcefully than mine ever does. The rest of his load came dribbling out onto my tongue, maybe another 4 or 5 pushes after the last one that had squirted in me. 

I was dazed. I didn't know what to think, or what to do. I had a load of cum in my mouth, on my tongue right now. Sperm. In my mouth. Oh my god...holy shit...it's IN my mouth... The man shuddered, loosened up his tensed body, and took his cockhead from my mouth. 

"Fucking hell" he said, then he looked down at me. I was staring at his stomach, withdrawn from my eyes. Zoned out in shock of everything. He put his hand down on my chin, and closed my mouth with it. I refocused my eyes and looked up at him, and he raised his eyebrow's at me, giving me a "Well..?" look that meant one thing: swallow that cum. I got my nerve together and pushed it all to the back of my mouth, and swallowed it with a big, dramatic gulp, so he would see and know I'd done it. Swallowing put a momentary pain in my throat, reminding me it was very beaten up . Then it was gone into my belly, I opened my mouth, stuck out my tongue to show him. 

"Good boy." he said.

A good amount of his cum was still sitting on my face. He reached down to it with his pointer finger and started scooping it up off my cheek. 

"This," he said, "is not for swallowing." He got most of the thick white and clear cum onto his finger. "This," he said, as he stuck the finger in my mouth and dragged it over my front bottom teeth, scraping the huge wad of cum off his finger and into my mouth, onto my tongue, "this is your bubblegum, slut. You better not swallow it." I nodded, feeling not even there, not even noticing that my hand was down the front of the black panties rubbing my cock. 

The next few minutes flew by like a blur. He grabbed his beer and finished it. Shaking I pulled my jeans on over my slut outfit, he offered me a towel and I dried my mouth, chest with it. I pulled on my shirt. We had a moment of awkward small talk, he said something about how my other hole better be ready when I come back, and then his door shut behind me. What the hell just happened. It was bright out. My eyes took a moment to adjust. Apparently I'd missed some wet spots on my chest and stomach because I could feel my t-shirt clinging to me in some places. The waist of my slutty panties was still wet too. I took a couple steps off the porch and heard something, looking over to see his neighbor in her yard, pulling weeds. She was an older, granny type lady with gardening gloves on. 

She looked up at me, waved with one hand and said "Good morning!" with a polite smile. All the sudden I remembered the cum still in my mouth-I'd been playing with it on my tongue. 

I swallowed quickly, said "Hello" which came out like I'd lost my voice to a bad cold, then kept walking, fast, to get out of there. I hope she didn't see the bulge in my pants, my cock was still so hard, but who knows. And I hope those walls weren't too thin...the things she might have heard... I jumped in my car, started it, and drove off, going to jerk off for hours thinking about what had just been done to me.