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First Time Slut

By: Zgirl874



All throughout high school, I was the good girl. Pure, sweet, and no one from those days would ever believe me if I told them what happened at last weeks party. I'm in college now and decided it was time to experiment more. I had lost my virginity to a guy in my graduating class, and wanted to really and truly get fucked in college.

My roommate Jenny and I were invited to a party, not a huge one, more like and intimate gathering with 15 or so people. Jeff, a guy who lived in an apartment off campus, hosted it. Jenny and I are pretty good looking girls, she's more of the tall fashion type and I'm shorter and curvier. We arrived at Jeff's and were handed some wine. It all felt so elegant compared to high school parties. As the party progressed, I noticed that we were the only girls there. I didn't think much about it at the time, but now I'm glad. The guys there were all pretty cute and I was starting to feel a bit horny as I drank more.

I had given thoughts to having sex with another girl before but I had always been too scared to act on it. These thoughts surfaced as I noticed how beautiful Jenny's legs looked in her short skirt. One of the guys, Matt, must have saw me looking at her because he looked me dead in the eye and said, "I dare you to kiss Jenny." Conversation pretty much stopped after that as eager smiles passed over the guys faces. I blushed as I looked at Jenny, but all she did was lick her lips and wink at me. I don't know if it was the alcohol, or my boredom with a pure reputation, but I leaned forward and pressed my lips against hers. I thought it was going to be a short kiss, but Jenny surprised me by putting her hand on the back of my head and slipping her tongue in my mouth. I found myself enjoying the softness of her lips and tongue on mine and started to respond heavily. Before long, it was a full-blown make out session, which the guys were thoroughly enjoying. 

My shyness was completely gone by now, replaced with lust and curiosity. I boldly started to take Jenny's top off, and was pleased to find she wasn't wearing a bra. I worked my lips and tongue down her neck all the way to her tits. Jenny moaned as I started sucking her nipples, and tore my shirt off. Straddling my lap, she felt my full tits and stroked them until they were stiff. 

"Holy shit!" I heard the guys commenting behind me. Something about fooling around with my hot roommate while being watched by a roomful of guys made my pussy totally wet. 

I decided it was time to give them a real show. I reached up Jenny's skirt and pulled down her white lace panties. She got off my lap so I could take them all the way off. I made her lie back on the couch and spread her long legs. I kneeled between them, kissed my way up her inner thighs and took a moment to admire her pussy. I had never seen on this close up but I could tell how turned on she was. I slipped my tongue inside, tasting her juices. 

"Oh fuck," she whimpered as I revolved my tongue slowly around her clit. She began moving her body around in ecstasy as I increased my licking speed. My own pussy was absolutely soaking and was in desperate need of attention. 

Matt got behind me and rubbed me through my panties. I moaned into Jenny's pussy. He pulled them down and pushed two fingers inside. 

"Damn, this is one wet slut." Slut. The word I had never been called before and some would have taken offense to it. All being called a slut did for me was make me hotter. 

"Are you going to sit there and finger it or are you going to be a man and fuck that wet pussy?" 

Matt didn't need any further encouragement. He pulled out his cock and started to rub it up and down my wet slit. I started moving my hips back and forth desperately wanting to feel him inside me. Finally he pushed forward, entering my hot cunt. 

"Oh god yes" I gasped as he started pumping in and out. I plunged my tongue back into Jenny's pussy and licked her like crazy until she came, writhing with pleasure. Another guy, Dave, took my place at Jenny's pussy and started to fuck her. 

I orgasmed violently around Matt's cock, both shocked and delighted at my slutty behavior. I am not a rude guest, and beckoned to Jeff. I pulled out my host's dick and took it in my mouth. It just so happens that I am a very skilled cocksucker despite my prudish rep. I worked my tongue around the tip of Jeff's dick, flicking my tongue lightly and slid my lips down the length. Jeff started breathing heavily and I felt Matt start to cum in my pussy. I felt so deliciously whorish. 

I continued bobbing my head up and down on Jeff's cock. 

"Ride me, I need your pussy" he ordered. I was hornier than ever as I climbed onto Jeff and rode him like the lust-crazed slut that I was. I looked over at Jenny and saw her being fucked doggy style by Chris. She met my gaze and smiled at me. I winked back and turned my head to accept another cock. All the guys were naked now and lined up ready to fuck us. I couldn't believe it! Once Jeff exploded into me, I was moved to the coffee table. I was in a complete daze as another cock filled me. Jenny came over and began licking my clit as I was fucked. Holy shit, I've never felt so good. I felt another huge orgasm rip through my body, gasping and moaning.  I opened my eyes to find two more guys standing there staring at me, furiously jerking their dicks. I felt them shoot their hot cum onto my tits a few minutes later, something I had always fantasized about. I smiled at them and massaged the cum all over my chest. They guy in my pussy finished with a grunt and pulled out. 

You'd think I'd be exhausted by then, but I wanted even more cock. I pushed one of the guys who had just cum on me down onto the couch and ground my naked body against him. It didn't take him long to get hard again and I straddled him and sank his cock deeply into my cunt. I bounced up and down desperate for another orgasm. 

"Spank me" I whispered into his ear. I felt his big hand come down with a loud smack on my ass. "Harder!" He really started to slap my ass then and I loved the pain mixed with the pleasure of his cock inside my pussy and rubbing against my clit. I finally came again, raking my nails down his back.

By the time we left, we had fucked and sucked every guy there, plus each other. Maybe I should have felt bad about being such a slut, but I sure didn't! I planned to have plenty more slutty fun with Jenny by my side.

First Time Slut



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 the dirtiest magazine we could find, 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 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 Slut



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 Slut



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.

I went back and got my own magazines to obsess over by myself, and 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 not even so picky about looks, just cock hungry, which was what mattered. 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. 

[BOTH PICTURES GO HERE]

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 labled 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 said '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 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 '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 gesturing for me to come in, now! and I grabbed the glass door, opened it and jumped in. The wood door closed behind me. 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". 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.




First Time Slut



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 a foot 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.

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 remember I had already reached to undo my button and fly even before he said that. My hands were all slobbery still and some 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, 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. 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 an 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 so quiet all of the sudden, and I just listened to my breathing and my heart still pounding in my ears. 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. 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?" 

"Umm" 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 by 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. He gave a little nod 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. 

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 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, so turned on. A line of my spit 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, 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, the fishnets digging into them a little pressed down on the carpet. "You like that huh?" I nodded. "Your 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 spread wide 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 pulled 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.




First Time Slut



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 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?" 

"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. 

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 is 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, 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. My throat was sore when I did it. 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.