I replayed the memory of guy who'd just used and fucked me hard and deep. Sure, I felt a little ashamed, but I loved it. A quiet grunt and I came for the second time that day, adding more cum to the forest floor.
I gingerly pulled my clothes on, aware of the soreness and the fresh bruises on my ass, not to mention the bite marks on my shoulder. The face reflecting back from my phone screen was a mess, dirty and disheveled.
The sun was setting, and the forest was getting cooler. A blanket of mist settled in on the top of the trees. I broke out into the clearing and walked to my car, alone in the small gravel lot to find a piece of paper tucked under my windshield wiper. "Who is this?" I dashed off the quick email from my phone. I hoped it was the Mexican man from before. I paused for a response but didn't get one right away. I checked my email again and it showed a new message. "You still there?" it said.
"Who's this?" I asked again.
A couple moments passed and then a blank email with an attachment popped in. I opened it to see the man who'd fucked me about an hour ago. Well, at least it was his cock filling the screen. "Man, I love his dick." I thought.
"Thanks! That was fun today!" I replied excited to be talking to him.
No response
"You still there?" I emailed him again.
A long wait and no email. I was driving down the mountain when I saw the email out of the corner of my eye. It was a video attachment. I opened it.
"Oh! Fuck me! Fuck my little pussy! Make be your bitch! Fuck me deep baby!!" I heard my own voice. I quickly pulled to the side of the road. Freaked out, I restarted the video. The car filled with my moans and curses. The shaky video showed his long, thick, brown, greased, cock sawing in and out of me. My face pushed down onto the ground. I could clearly see the bite marks on my back, so this must have been the second round of fucking. "Was it really a second fucking if he never pulled out from the first time?" my mind strangely wandered. The video went dark. I ran it back and it looked like he'd tossed his phone to the side. I could still hear my moans and whimper and his groans of pleasure. He called me his faggot and told me how he was using me.
Then, "Turn over!" I heard him bark. It sounded like he was jerking off, which I certainly remembered right before he stuck his cock in my mouth and came. I could hear my gagging and his grunting, and then it was quiet. "Breed my little pussy again, baby! Fuck me again, please!" I heard myself beg. "Shit," I thought, I'd remembered saying something to him, but didn't remember it sounding so desperate. Now I remembered crawling after him on my hands and knees, desperate to have him back inside me.
"Put some fucking clothes on," I heard him say. In the video, he picked up the phone and turned it off.
I watched the video again, and then again, feeling angry, scared, and a little turned on. I saved the video to my phone.
"Why'd you do that!?" I emailed him, my hand shaking so much I could barely type.
No response.
Several days passed. I'd watched the video many times, often jerking off with it, thinking about him and what he'd done with me. I thought about emailing him again, and even started several times, but then deleted the message.
About three weeks later, I was out of my mind horny again. The weather had turned and there was snow and slush everywhere. I felt cooped up and horny as hell.
The warmth of the video store felt good and my nose filled with the sleezy smell of cum and bleach that always gets me hard. The guy at the counter barely looked up and he didn't say anything while I bought a handful of tokens from the machine.
"Jackpot!" I sat in the cheap plastic chair in the little dark booth. I picked a good one, next to a closed door with a red light. I looked through the hole and saw an older guy with a nice prick, milking it and watching a video. His light blue boxers were pooled with his pants around his ankles and a big full, silver, bush picked up the light from the screen. Within seconds, we moaned together when his cock filled my mouth and my nose pressed against the dried cum on the thin wall.
Within a few moments, he gently groaned, and my mouth got wet. A quick swallow and a quicker "Thanks," and he'd left. I'm not sure what I was waiting for, maybe another cock to suck, maybe an offer to get sucked, maybe someone would tell me to back against the hole so they could fuck me. "Yeah, that's what I want," I knew. I knew I wanted to get fucked hard without mercy and used completely.
"Are you looking?" I emailed him. My fingers sending out the message before I could change my mind. The first response I'd sent to him in weeks.
The light from the booth through the glory hole went dark. "Ahem," I saw a man's khaki clad crotch pressed against the hole and got the hint. Absentmindedly, I stroked the fabric and stared at the phone, praying for a reply. Another gentle cough and he pulled back and unzipped. He slid a good looking, cut, white dick through the hole. I took one more look at my phone before putting it down and took him into my mouth. The man moaned and rocked hard against the wall, as if he wanted to get every millimeter inside my mouth.
The cock in my mouth slid out and plopped out onto his side of the booths. "Hey, you fuck?" he asked me. I nodded and gave a quick "Yes!" "Put your ass on the hole!" he almost shouted. I stood up in the booth and pulled my sweatpants down. My cock was at half mast, which was strange because I usually got rock hard when sucking cock. I moved the chair around so I could lean on the back of it and then pushed my rear up to the hole. After a couple awkward stabs, the man found the pre-lubed target and slipped inside. It felt nice, but it didn't feel like what I wanted. He was grunting and having a good time, but admittedly, I was kind of checked out. I rocked along with him and enjoyed the occasional surge when he'd pound my prostate, but it wasn't like the fucking I craved. "Go harder!" I encouraged him and he did, pounding in and out of me.
I was rocking back and forth on the back of the chair, when I looked down at my phone and saw a new message. I quickly picked it up and opened the email, and read, " `Sup fag?" It was difficult to be upset as I read his message with a cock in my ass. "Getting fucked right now!" I somehow managed to type. The dick in me kept its steady, hard, rhythm. I reached back and took the best picture I could and sent it in the email. It was blurry, but he'd get the idea. "Slut bitch" he replied. "Need it!" I responded. The moaning next door got louder and then I felt him push in me and started shaking against the wall. For his pleasure, I clamped down and he started to orgasm, but I didn't care, I was fixed on the email.
The cock pulled out of me and I felt his seed drip out. "Thanks man!" I heard and he was gone. I quickly wiped my ass with the provided tissues and sat down on the chair, my pants still pulled down. "Meet?" I emailed him. "What's your number?" he asked. I sent him my cell phone number.
My phone buzzed. I'd set it to vibrate. "Hello?" I said, muffled and tried to be quiet. "Let's fuck," he said in his thick accent. "Where?" I asked, eagerly. "Your place," he said. I paused for a minute, wondering whether I wanted him to know where I lived. "Can't...my roommates are home!" I lied. I didn't have roommates. The line clicked dead. I called him back. "What?" he almost shouted. I was about to tell him to come to my house when he said, "I'm gonna come get you."
"Okay," I said. I told him about the adult store. "Wait out front," he told me. I got up and pulled up my pants and exited the store quickly. I looked around and waited. It was cold and getting dark. I thought about waiting in my car, but he told me to wait for him out front. Right when I was about to call him and ask him how long he'd be, an old, white, Chevy Truck pulled up with what looked like a bunch of buckets and other contractor stuff in the back. It was him. He leaned across and opened the door. He put his cigarette in the ashtray and told me to shut the door.
"I'm glad to see you!" I said, eager and ready to forgive the fact that this guy had videotaped me getting fucked. I said, "I liked our video." He snorted a little and asked if I'd gotten fucked at the video store. "I know what they do there," he said. I shrugged and said that maybe I'd gotten fucked. "You suck any dicks?" he asked. I saw him adjust his crotch. "A couple," I admitted. He pulled out of the parking lot, and I reached for the seat belt, but it didn't work. "Broken," he said.
At the first red light, he placed my hand on his cock and I squeezed him. "Where are we going?" I asked, hoping we'd get there soon and I could take him out. This time he shrugged. "Need a place," he explained. "Just go to a park or something," I said and scooted down on the floorboards so I could get my mouth near his bulge. "Nah, wanna fuck you good," he said. "How about your place?" I asked and closed my mouth over his dusty work jeans. He didn't say anything, but then I said, "My roommates might be gone." "They fags too?" he asked. They actually didn't exist, but I had to keep up the lie. "Huge fags!" I said and gently bit him and then laughed.
I gave him the address. While he drove, I stroked and kissed his long cock, marveling at its size. We pulled up to my apartment and he asked me which one was mine. I got up and directed him to the back parking lot. He got out of the truck, but my side was stuck. He shook his head, like everything I did was pissing him off and reached across and pushed it open.
We took the stairs up to my apartment. I could smell his cigarettes and aftershave. He stood very close to me. A door opened a couple of apartments down and the nosy lady that I barely knew looked at us and her eyes got big when she glanced down at his package. He whispered loudly in my ear that he was "Going to take me inside and fuck me til I couldn't walk." I laughed, knowing she heard him. "Fuck you looking at bitch?" he yelled at her. "Let's go inside," I laughed. He moved back and I quickly fumbled with my keys until I could get the door opened.
We walked into my sad living room, filled with not much more than an old couch, a desk, chair and computer. He pooled off his boots and his shirt, revealing his dark skin and hairy, muscular chest. "Get naked," he ordered. We got undressed in the living room, except for our underwear.
He sat on the couch, sinking into the worn out padding and springs. His cock strained at the fly of his boxers, until he unsnapped the fly and snaked it out. I licked my lips. "You got something to drink?" he asked. I told him that I thought I had a few beers and maybe some Jack. "Yeah, bring those!" he said. I went around the corner into the small kitchen and grabbed a half empty bottle of Jack Daniels, not bothering with a glass. I also grabbed a partial six pack of beers from the fridge.
"You ain't got roommates," I heard him say from the other room. I came out with the drinks and shrugged. He stared me down and hissed, "Lying cocksucker!" My cock stirred at that. "Come here!" he ordered. I walked to him, and he grabbed the booze from me. I stood in front of him, not staring at the soft cock draped over his thigh. "Sit down!" he said and nodded to the floor. "Okay," I said and sat on the thin rug in front of the couch. He opened the whiskey and took a long pull, looked at me and then took another. "Gonna have to get drunk to fuck you tonight!" he said, with amusement in his eyes. "Stand up," he said and cracked open a beer and took a big swill. I stood in front of him in my underwear, in my apartment, knowing he was in charge. "Your little pussy still hurt from last time?" he asked and laughed. "Took a while, but yeah" I answered, honestly. "Yeah, I fucked you real good out there, huh?" he asked and finished his beer. He leaned over and grabbed his jeans from the arm of the couch and pulled out his phone. I moved to cover myself and asked him not to, but he told me, "Pull `em down!" his voice sounding slurred. I paused and he threw the beer can at me splashing me with beer. "Okay, okay!" I said and slipped my underwear off. "Little dick getting hard!" he laughed. I didn't think I was that little, but I liked the humiliation. "No wonder you like boys, no girl wants that little dick," he slurred.
"Click!" he took another pic and then another, telling me to move my arms. "Bend over!" he ordered. I turned around and bent over and another pic. "You got cum in there?" he asked. I nodded that I did from earlier. He muttered something in Spanish which probably translated to whore or faggot. He then leaned forward, and I felt the cool liquid of the whiskey pour down my cheek and thigh. He licked my backside and then started laughing. "Don't get too excited, I don't do all that fag shit!" he laughed. "Like fucking me in the woods?" I shot back. I looked back and knew I'd taken things to far. His look was really dark. "Told you I ain't no fag, not like you you fucking bitch cunt," he spat. "Okay, sorry," I stammered. This felt dangerous and I kind of liked it.
He stared at me for several moments and then broke the tension with a smile. "Hey, you got any panties?" he asked. I did. "Can I surprise you?" I asked, eager to do something he might like. He shrugged and then squeezed his soft cock. "Good cause this shit's boring," he said.
Although I'm not really into panties, a guy I fucked around with liked to wear them and he'd left them. I took them out of my bottom dresser and realized that I hadn't washed them since he'd cum through them last time. After I pulled them apart, I slipped them on me realizing the black lace was stretched to its limit since I was larger than my friend. "What a shithole," I heard his drunken voice behind me. He stumbled into my bedroom and looked at my outfit. "Fuck yeah!" he hissed and walked into the room, setting the bottle down on my dresser. He pressed against me, and his heavy hand cupped my ass. He smelled like whiskey and cigarettes.
The thin fabric of the panties ripped in his strong hands when he pulled my cheeks apart. His finger pressed against my ass and and he forced it in. I shuddered and moaned when he did it; scared and exhilarated. " My fucking hole," he slurred in my ear. Right?" and pushed in harder making me yelp. "Yeah baby, that's your hole!" I told him. "My pussy hole," he muttered. I was starting to worry that he was going to be too drunk to fuck but his hardness pressing between us told me otherwise. He grabbed at my ass and pumped his finger in and out. He had to know I was still full of cum and lube and I think he liked it. "Pussy wet this time," he commented. "Wet for you baby!" I told him and buried my head in his neck.
"You want my cock, don't you?" he asked. "Mmm hmmm!" I moaned. "Tell me,"He whispered. "I need that big cock in my pussy, tonight!" I said. "It's big right?" he asked. "So big!" I told him not lying a bit. "Biggest I've ever had!" again not lying.
"Get on the bed!" he said and pushed me toward it. My legs caught and I folded over the bed, lying awkwardly. He laughed and stood over me. "Open up!" he said and stood over me. I eagerly moved to him and opened my mouth. "Right there!" he said and laughed as he poured the whisky down his cock and into my mouth. The liquor burned but I swallowed it and then licked the drops off the tip of his dick. "Do it again!" I told him. He did it again, this time providing a heavy pour into my mouth. My head quickly started to swim when the alcohol hit my stomatch. I hadn't eaten for hours except for the load from the old man earlier. I reached up and held onto him. He took the last swig from the bottle and dropped the empty onto the carpet next to the bed.
The Mexican took my head gently between his hands and then quickly moved forward and thrust his cock into my mouth. I grunted and tried to take him but gagged instead and backed out. "Let's go," he said and pulled me back onto him. I quickly tried to open my throat and felt the head rip into it. A long moan from him and I was impaled on him. He held me there for several moments and I tapped his arm furiously to let me up, which he did. "Oh fuck!" I panted and wiped the spit off my lips. He held my head and slid back in me again. This time I was more prepared. He pushed and pulled, in and out of my throat and mouth. I grabbed air as I could. He was rougher this time, maybe due to the alcohol, but it felt like he'd throat fuck me until I passed out.
I pulled off of him and backed away. My cock was rock hard, which I was glad to see, but I knew, just like in the woods, I needed to get him into my ass and out of my throat. I got on all fours and pulled the ripped panties aside and spread my cheeks. "What do you think baby? Wanna come fuck my tight pussy?" I needed him to say yes. He looked down at me with lust and told me to get ready and he'd be right back. I grabbed the big open tube of lube I kept in my dresser, twisted off with my teeth and I spat it across the room. I crammed the tip into my hole and squeezed hard. I shuddered at the coldness of it, but knew I'd need it for what was coming.
He came back into the room, his big cock swinging in front of him. He carried the last two beers by the plastic ring, but also had his phone. I knew he wanted to video me. He took beer off and opened it. After a long drink, he pushed some buttons on his phone and pointed it at me. He was recording. "Show me your ass!" he said. I got on my belly and pulled my cheeks apart. "Shiiiit!" he laughed. "Now spread your cheeks!" he told me. I pulled them apart. "Your pussy's wet now, huh?" he laughed. I nodded. "Tell me what you want," he directed and glanced at the phone several times. "I want you to fuck me!" I told him honestly, and started to raise my ass up and down on the bed like I was in heat, which is how I felt. "Ha ha! Look at my little bitch!" he laughed. "Needs that big fucking cock!" he laughed.
He told me to come to the edge of the bed, which I did. The cold bottom of the can pushed against the small of my back and I felt the tip of his cock push against me. I looked back and saw he was still filming. His cock pushed in, spreading me apart. I moaned and cried out at the same time. He grunted and pushed in hard. I cried out but he didn't stop. He let go of the beer and it rolled off me and spilled all over the bed. I didn't care and was concentrating on not getting split apart, but along the way the pain turned into the sensation I'd craved since that day in the woods. "Oh fuck me baby, fuck my pussy! Cum deep!" "I'm your little pussy bitch, make me your bitch!" I went on and on spewing the words I knew he wanted to hear and what I felt.
After several minutes, he slapped my ass with his free hand and continued to plow into me. "Bitch gonna make me cum!" he grunted between gritted teeth. "Come for me baby, please!" I begged him so I could get a break and he'd get that release. Out of his gut came a sound that I'm sure got the neighbor's attention and he pushed in hard enough for me to hit my head on the headboard and actually see stars. His cock spasmed and I knew he was cumming deep inside my guts. I clutched the hard edges of the headboard and held on while he rocked against me.
After a few moments I felt him move back a bit and I let go of the headboard. He still had me pinned down and I knew from last time that he'd probably want to fuck some more. That's when I heard it. It was the sound of laughter and it was coming from his phone. He turned up the volume and now I could hear snickers and catcalls. "Shiit man!" You're so deep you're gonna fuck his teeth out!" "You hurt that little white boy?" "I bet he's bleeding!" and the catcalls continued. I realized that he'd been streaming our fucking, with some other guys. I looked back in horror and asked him if he was showing them. He glanced at me briefly and nodded and signaled for me to be quiet and then backed out of me enough to show them he was still inside me. "Oh fuuuck!" "In his guts!" I heard the laughter. He smiled at that and gave them a thumbs up with his hand right next to my ass.
My face flushed. I was embarrassed and freaked out. This was humiliating, especially since I was still pinned onto him. I tried to move but he slapped my ass and told me not too. The guys laughed when they saw me try to get off him. He said a couple things to the guys in Spanish and they laughed and seemed to be offering some suggestions. He held the phone in both hands and told me again not to move. His long cock slid out and the held the tip almost at the entrance of my hole and then very quicky slid all the way back in, causing me to hit my head again on the headboard. The laughter erupted from the phone, and he did it again.
Then he pulled all the way out and draped his softening cock over my ass, just to show them how much was inside me. This was my chance to get away, but I didn't dare.
More Spanish and I heard the word "Piss". He laughed and shook his head like it was a crazy idea, but then the chants began, "Piss, Piss Piss!"
I looked at him with wide eyes. When he saw my face, it seemed to convince him to do it. He smiled and shrugged as if he didn't have a choice. He held his penis against my back, very still, and then I felt the hot liquid shoot up my back. It pooled and then flowed off down onto my sheets. The hot piss filled my crack and then he pushed himself into my gaped hole. "Oh fuck!" I moaned. It felt amazing being stuffed and the liquid filled me. My stomach ballooned underneath me. I buried my head in the pillow, disgusted and degraded, and hearing the men on the phone cheer him on.
He pissed in me for several moments until he finished and then slowly pulled himself out and shot a couple finishing blasts over my hole and my back. I quickly pushed my cheeks together to hold the mess in got off the bed and into the bathroom, leaking the whole way.
My cheeks hit the cold seat and I let go, letting the mess of lube, cum, more lube and cum, and his hot piss, pour into the water. He stood in front of the bathroom, his long soft cock dangling down, dripping on my floor. He pointed his phone at me to show the guys what I was doing and the catcalled me and told me what nasty bitch he had. I tried to kick the door closed, but he stopped it with his foot. "Stroke!" He ordered. I looked down in shame at my hard cock which was giving me away. "Fucking do it man!" he yelled. I pulled the torn, crusty panties down and my hand grasped my cock and I started to masturbate. The thought that some group of guys was off watching me get fucked, pissed on, and now jerking off was doing the trick. My cock swelled and I shot a volley of cum up that splashed onto my chest followed by several more. The orgasm ripped through me, easily one of the best I'd ever had. I heard their laughter, but I didn't care. Finally, the Mexican turned off the phone and left me alone in the toilet.
After several minutes, I got up and grabbed my bathrobe off the back of the door. I didn't know whether he was still there or not, but I found him in my living room sitting naked on the couch, rewatching the video. He didn't look like he had any intention of leaving. "Why'd you do that?" I asked, but I already knew the answer. He liked to humiliate me, and I liked to be humiliated too. "Shhh!" he said, seeming to be concentrating on the video. I knelt at his feet obediently and he opened his legs for me as his dick got hard. "Thank you!" I whispered and climbed up his body, licked his long, still greasy cock, and then straddled him. I slid down his pole and begged him to fuck my pussy. With a deep grunt and a pained cry of "Oh fuuuuuuck!" That's what he did.