"How long you been here Jon?" Tiger asks me.
"A few hours," I reply. Honestly, it's hard for me to judge how long I've been here.
"You gotten a lot of dick in your ass?" His Russian accent give him a hint of danger and mystery. It makes my cock throb, wondering what he wants to do.
"Yeah, I have," I pause for a second, trying to remember how many men have been inside of me. My mind can't focus, and I give up trying to count. "I've lost track of how many guys, actually."
"Fucking American slut," he says. It was a statement of fact, not really a joke or an insult. "Stand up, spread your legs, and bend over. I want to see that cunt of yours."
I do as he tells me to, getting off the bed, and standing in front of him. As I bend over, my ass naturally goes right in his face, spreading open a bit. Even from a distance, I can smell the unique scent of jizz and lube. Tiger says nothing, but reaches for the lube with one hand. He starts to stroke his fat cock, getting it hard. His free hand reaches for my ass, spreading my cheeks. I can feel a finger pushing against my hole. My hole has already received a good workout, almost bordering on abuse. It gives way easily and lets Tiger slide into me. It feels good to have something up there again.
Bent over, it's hard for me to keep my balance, and I find my self wobbling a bit, sometimes pushing myself a little deeper onto Tiger's probing fingers. Tiger says nothing and through my legs, I can see his cock getting hard. It's about 10" and fat. His shaft is even a little larger than the older guy who fucked and tweaked me earlier in the day, but attached to a lithe and athletic body. I know Tiger is going to be far rougher, far deeper and far more intense of a fuck. I have a sudden wish that Gonzalez had left more crystal for me; I was going to need all the help I could get to take Tiger's cock the way he expected.
Tiger had the same thought. "You been partying, American?" he asks me.
"Yeah, I have." I can feel his finger press all the way into my hole. I'm opening up to him both physically and mentally, letting him both inside of me and telling him my needs and desires.`
"How do you do party?"
"Stick it up my ass." Tiger puts a bit more lube on his fingers, and I feel him push a second finger into me. My hole swallows it up readily. "But I don't have any more favors."
"Don't worry about that, American. The rest of the night, you're going to take my cock. I want to make sure you won't give up, and the least I can do is get you high." His fingers slide out of my ass and he grabs a bag he must have brought with him. I move to get up, but he slaps my ass. "You're fine right there.Keep on showing off that slut hole of yours." He gets some things out; I guess he's finding his stash of favors. After a minute or so, he stops. "I have a nice chunk for you. You'll be feeling great soon. Ready?"
"Yeah, I am." I relax a bit. I wait for him to push the shard into my hole.
Tiger hands me a bottle of poppers. "Do a long hit. I want you nice and relaxed for this. I'm gonna smoke a bit." I hear him flick a lighter, then a long draw on a pipe. I open the bottle of poppers and take a hit off of it. I feel both of his hands on my ass, spreading my cheeks apart. His face is right up against my ass, and he breathes out the smoke. It hits my exposed and tender asshole. Between the poppers and the fading echoes of my last tweak, him smoking my hole feels great. I moan in pleasure.
As the poppers wash over my body, I'm almost involuntarily pushing my ass against his face and fingers. I'm doing anything I can to get more stimulation around my hole. Tiger can tell I'm eager and hungry, "Calm down there, American. We'll get you tweaked up soon, and then fucked hard."
He lets go of my cheeks, and picks up the shard of crystal he selected for me. Then, his fingers are against my hole, two of them. I can tell they are pinching a large shard as he pushes both fingers deep into me.
"Do some more poppers," he tells me, still working his fingers into my ass. I follow his instructions and do a long hit of the poppers. As the rush hits me, everything becomes far more intense and pleasurable. Inside of me, his fingers spread open. They stretch my hole and also release the crystal, letting it stay inside of me. I can feel him push the shard a little deeper into me. It melts into a pool of jizz from anonymous several men. Maybe it's the poppers or wishful thinking, but it feels bigger than either the one Gonzalez gave me, or the one the older guy fucked into me. I don't care, maybe I even want it. I just want to feel the tweak wash over me, and to get Tiger's cock inside of me.
"Let that get into your system, American," Tiger says. As we wait, he does a few more hits from his glass pipe. Each time, he breathes it out against my hole. After about four or five hits, he stops. "I guess that pipe is spent. And you? How's that booty bump treating you, slut?"
I notice he never uses my real name, always "American" or "Slut" or "Hole." Despite it being more impersonal, it turns me on. "Good. I'm feeling it hit." I was. Between the tina and the poppers, it is hard to even answer his question. All I can think about is my hole. It is throbbing in desire for a raw cock and a hard fuck.
"Great. Let's get it started. We both want this, I can tell. More poppers for you, and some lube for me." He pours a bit of lube onto his cock, and I hit the poppers again. I do a long hit, knowing what's going to happen next. It is time to see if I can take his cock. "Just lean your ass down slowly, American. You'll do fine."
I lower myself down, slowly. Tiger has a hand on my ass and one on his stiff shaft. He guides me and makes sure his cock and my hole meet perfectly. I can feel the warm tip of his cock first press up against my ass and then push in. I pause for a second, trying to get used to him inside of me. Then I go down further on his dick. There is an almost audible pop as his cockhead pushes past my ring and finds a warm home inside me. With the poppers, it feels like an almost natural invasion of my body. There is no discomfort or pain, only the pleasure of a fat, hard dick inside of me. Tiger moans as well, enjoying the first sensations of my hole.
"That's it American. Only nine more inches to go," Tiger says, and I feel his hand on my hips, pushing me down onto his dick. His cock starts to fill me up, driving deeper into me. "You're going to take all of it eventually, you might as well get used to it now," Tiger says, and pushes me a little further down on his cock. With my system full of poppers and tina, it's exactly what I need: a hard uncut cock fucking me deep and raw inside me. Without him even forcing me, I lower myself as far as I can on his cock. I can feel his dick invade into new areas of my body. Inside my hole, all the jizz from the other guys squishes around, and as he presses ever deeper, I can feel the sharp prick as the last bit of the crystal rubs up against his dick. I know in a few minutes I'm going to be even further tweaked out I am now. I wonder what he has planned for me once I'm totally drugged up and out of it.
Finally, his close-trimmed pubes hit my ass, and I know I've taken all 10 or so inches of his cock. Tiger lets me rest a moment and get used to his tool inside of me. I take the opportunity to do another hit of poppers. I know he's going to want to slamfuck my hole, and I know it's going to be intense. Tiger waits for the poppers to hit me before he starts his attack on my ass. At first it's slow, shallow strokes, letting him get used to my ass and my position. But he speeds up quickly, pushing me up off his cock, then grabbing my hips and slamming me back down on his shaft. I'm enjoying every second of it, feeling him drip pre-cum into my hole, and push all the other guys' jizz deeper into me. I'm flying and I never want this fuck to end.
After a few minutes of me riding up and down on his cock, he pushes me off his dick. I immediately want it back in. I feel empty without something hard buried in my hole. "Get on the bed, on your back," Tiger tells me. He gets up, and I get on the bed as he tells me. Almost immediately, I've got my legs up in the air. Tiger takes his place between my legs, his cock still hard and dripping. He puts a bit more lube on it, and I take another hit of poppers before we're off again.
He slides into me with a single stroke. Without any warning, he immediately begins the pounding fuck again. I can only moan in pleasure as his shaft slides in and out of me. A distant part of my mind wonders how my nearly virgin ass can take this kind of assault, but lost in the ecstasy of the butt-pounding I ignore it. Instead, I do another hit of poppers focusing only on the pleasure I can have. Pretty soon, we're working together to get his cock as far into me as possible. I'm stretching my cheeks out, giving him better access to my ass, and he's putting his entire weight into a stroke. It's turned into an amazing attack on my ass, but I know it's what I need. Tiger is lost in his own pleasure as well. I can see the look of pleasure on his face and hear his moans with each stroke into me.
"You need another load up there, American?" Tiger asks me.
I can only nod in agreement, barely getting out, "Yes, please" between his thrusts.
"Good. You're going to get your first one of many from me." He slows down his thrusts a little bit, but it only makes each stroke deeper. I can feel the pre-cum dripping out of his dickhead into me. His balls are tensing up and there is a look of concentration on his face. I can tell he's getting close. Like all the other men tonight, there is nothing more I want in this moment than for him to shoot his load inside of me. Although the mission orders are still running through my head, it's no longer my first priority in this moment. It's about the intimate act of taking another man's load in my ass: letting him breed me and mark me as his permanently. As best I can, I tighten my ass around his cock, trying to milk out his load.
"Oh yeah, slut, I'm getting close." It's more of a series of grunts than words, but I know exactly what he's saying. His cock slams into me, and he pauses. Deep in my hole, his penis stiffens and pulses, injecting the first dose of his semen into me. Tiger pumps my ass some more, each thrust timed with another jet of his hot and sticky cum. My own cock is rock hard in sympathy with his orgasm. I'm totally into being his bottom, taking his load with pride. I don't want it to end, but unfortunately all too soon, there is one last thrust, a pump, and a longer pause. His cock is still in me, and he's breathing heavily, clearly tired after the orgasm. "Well, there is your first one from me, American," he manages to grunt.
I don't say anything. I'm still lost in the pleasure of his cum filling my guts. I'm happy that he has at least one more load stored up in his balls for me. I could take every load he wanted to give me, and then some. After few moments, I can feel his cock start to shrink a bit and he pulls out. As he pulls out, I hear a bit of the accumulated jizz and lube squeak, falling out of my hole and run down my ass. "Hold the rest in, fuckhole," Tiger tells me. I had already started clenching my ass wanting to keep every drop of semen inside me. With Tiger no longer in me, I lower my legs down and relax. Tiger sits down on the bed beside me and tries to finally catch his breath.
"Come on, American. Time for you to clean off my cock." Tiger slaps my ass, telling me I should get between his legs. I get off the bed and kneel down between his muscular thighs. He grabs the back of my head and pulls it to his cock. I take my cue and start by licking the head. There's one last drop of cum there, and I greedily swallow it. As I work my way down his shaft, there's the flavor of jizz and lube mixed together on his dickhead and shaft. It gets stronger the further down on his cock I go. I'm glad he's only semi-hard. I have no idea how I could have managed to take the entire length of his hard cock in my mouth, much less not gag as it invaded my throat.
"Lick off all of your ass juices, slut," Tiger tells me, as he pushes my head a little further down his shaft. I think he could tell I needed some help swallowing all of his shaft. He held the bottle of poppers under my nose as I went down on his cock. The poppers were just the encouragement I needed. Quickly, I found myself with my nose in his pubes. "Yeah, that's it. Get me hard again, American." I do my best, going up and down his shaft. I can feel him getting harder in my mouth. It's getting more difficult to go all the way down on him as his cock lengthens and hardens.
"Don't stop, hole. And look at me as you go down." He laughs as he pushes my head back a bit so I can see his face. He's got a smile on his face, clearly enjoying the blow job. Tiger reaches into his bag, and pulls out the glass pipe and lighter I watch him as he goes through the ritual of cleaning and preparing the pipe. He wipes off the accumulated soot, then loads the clear bowl with a few chunks of crystal from a small baggie. I must have slowed down the blow job, watching him. He stops his ceremony for a moment. "Keep it up, slut. It feels great," he says, his dark eyes staring at my face. I return to my assigned task as Tiger continues the sacrament, melting the crystals and preparing the pipe for smoking. "Let's make sure we both are enjoying this," he says, and sticks the poppers under my nose again. I slow down long enough to do a hit. Then, I return to worshiping his fat shaft, my place in his ceremony of pleasure clear.
Tiger puts away the poppers, and returns his attention to his glass pipe. He heats it up again, and I can see a few whisps of smoke escape from the top. He puts it to his lips and takes a long hit, keeping the flame lit underneath the bowl. I'm mesmerized by his actions. Once more, I nearly forget that I'm supposed to be sucking on his cock. "Don't stop," he says, trying not to breath out the smoke.
I return to sucking his cock, trying to get as far down his fat cock as I can while not taking my eyes off of his face. Finally, after holding the hit in as long as he can, he blows it out in a long smooth exhalation. His face is obscured for a few moments by the thick white cloud. As the dense, white smoke descends around my head, I can hear his moans of pleasure from my mouth and the drugs. "Feels so fucking good, cocksucker." I'm not sure if he's talking about the tweak engulfing his body or the blow job I'm giving him. "Don't stop," he says. I nod, and continue to work over his cock.
He pauses for a bit, the pipe and lighter still in his hands. He's watching me suck him off, just enjoying the feeling. I move my head down and lick his balls. They are heavy with cum, and I want him to drain that cum right into my raw, eager ass. Every once in a while, his eyes close and his face is just a look of pleasure. He should be aroused and happy. He's high and he has a cocksucking American working over his impressive manhood. Finally, he takes another hit off the pipe. It's just as big as his first one, and I know he's going to want to be fucking me again soon. I move from his balls back to his cock. His cock is getting harder, and I know it's going to be inside my ass again soon. "You want it, slut?" he asks. Both of us know what he's talking about. Both of us want it.
With his shaft deep in my throat, I can only nod. I want nothing more than him to pound another load into my hole. He pushes my head down his shaft one last time. "You need to get it nice and wet, fuckhole." I know there's not going to be any other lubrication for this fuck. Just the copious amounts of cum already in me, and the spit I get on his cock. I take the opportunity and try to get his cock as wet as possible. "Good fuckhole. You do know what to do," he says. He puts the pipe and lighter on the bedtable. "Get up on the bed, on all fours," he says.
I stand up, my legs a bit sore and wobbly from kneeling down. I get into position, my head buried in the pillow, and my ass up in the air. He kneels down between my legs, and I can feel his cock nestle up against my hole. He hands me the poppers, and I breath in like my life depended on it. I know I'm going to need it. Without any warning, he pushes in, not stopping until all of his cock is buried in my hole. My ass explodes in pain as it struggles to get used to his shaft stretching it open. He pushes in deep, way past my comfort zone. Luckily, the poppers hit at about the same time, making the pain a little more distant. I keep on huffing on the bottle, getting into the slow rhythm of him fucking me. I try mightily not to recoil from the pain and to keep up with his fuck.
But he doesn't care about me. He's driving in deep, letting his cock drive his actions. As the poppers flood my system, I get used to the fuck. I can see the edges of pleasure in his relentless pounding of my hole. I put away the bottle, and start to push back on his cock. He grabs my hips, and starts to pound even harder. I'm alternately gasping for air and trying to withstand the fuck or moaning in pleasure. His cock is all but splitting me open, wearing out my ass, and making me desparate for another injection of his cum. "You like that, American?" he asks me.
I can only grunt in pleasure. "Please," I manage to get out, "give me your load." I'm begging for him to fuck me and shoot his load in me. I can't explain my need for cum. It's just a simple fact, and I'll do anything to get Tiger's or any man's load into me.
He bends over me, his head right next to my ear. "You really hungry for another load of mine, Jon?" he asks.
"Fuck. Yes. I need it, man." It doesn't register with me at first that he's actually using my real name.
"Fucking slut. You're going to get it. Deep. Fuckhole." Tiger pounds into me, slamming his cock with all of his strength. My name is once again a relic, and I'm back to being a slutty hole he's using for his own pleasure. I'm still trying to push back, but all of my strength is taken with just standing up against his thrusts. I can feel his cock getting harder inside me, pre-cum dripping from its tip. With a loud grunt, he thrusts into me one last time, and holds it.
His cock explodes inside of me, his sperm pouring into my body once more. "Take it, fuckhole, take my jizz," he's moaning into my ear." My body takes over and overrides my brain. It pushes my ass up against his groin, forcing his load deep into me. My hole is hungry. I'm hungry. I need cum inside of me. Tiger is more than happy to oblige my needs as he pumps another load into me.
"Fuck yeah, now I have two loads in the American slut," Tiger says. He's slowing down, still making sure the last drops are left deep in me. "Feel good, fuckhole?"
"Yeah, it does. I needed it." I'm finally able to relax a bit, enjoying the feeling of his fresh cum inside of me. I hope he doesn't pull out his cock too soon. I know the feeling of emptyness will soon drive me to find another cock, another load. Either from Tiger or another random stranger. He obliges, and keeps his cock inside of me for as long as he can. But eventually, I can feel it getting softer, then finally he has to let it fall out of my hole.
"Don't let my cum drip out," he says, as he slaps my ass. "You think you can take a third load from me?" he asks me.
"Fuck yeah," I say before I can even think about it. I'm still weak from his last fuck and I can tell my ass is getting sore. I'm not sure how I'm going to take a third fuck from him. But I know I don't care what it's going to feel like. I need more semen in me that badly. His semen.
"Right on, fuckhole," Tiger says. He sits down on the bed, and motions for me to do the same. "Don't let that jizz drip out of you, American. Don't waste it," he says. I sit beside him, trying to keep my ass tight.
I clench, holding all that cum inside of me. The poppers, the crystal, the late hour, they're all getting to me. It's hard for me to concentrate, and think clearly. Of course, my need for cum has been driving my thinking for at least the past six houre. But it's getting worse now.
LTC Parker interrupts my story. Despite not having any sleep since I first met Private Gonzelez, I'm getting aroused thinking about Tiger. "Have you gotten any sleep at all?" Tom asks me.
"No Sir, I have not."
"Not surprised. From your story, you've done a lot of drugs. They're probably keeping you awake. You even feel sleepy?"
"I'm tired Sir. But awake at the same time. Does that make sense Sir?" Standing in LTC Parker's small apartment, I feel calm and at peace. The important thing is that I have an ass full of cum, carefully fucked into me by many men. The next most important thing is that I keep on getting more cum inside me. Finally, there is a mission to do. But that pales in important to letting strangers take their pleasure with me. "I don't want to stop this party," I say.
"I can tell." He motions to my cock, getting hard even after all I had been through. "You must have really enjoyed Tiger," he says. "Go on. You seem to be getting turned on telling me about it." LTC Parker has an evil grin on his face. "Maybe Tiger was on to something, calling you a fuckhole.
I was enjoying telling LTC Parker about Tiger getting inside of me. I had liked all of the men that night. It had felt so right, giving up my hole for all of them, letting each one take their pleasure. In turn, they had rewarded me by breeding me, fucking their life-giving cum into me.
"Didn't you get another load from Tiger?" Tom asked me.
"Yeah, One more," I said.
"How did you get the last one?" he asked. I continued telling him about the evening.
Tiger and I were sitting on the small bed. By then, I had no clue what time it was, but it was definitely late at night. Or early in the morning. The sex club has slowed down a bit. I don't hear as many men wandering around outside. But Tiger isn't slowing down at all. "Come on, American," he says. "Lick my cock clean again." He grabs the back of my head, and forces me down to his crotch.
I'm don't think his cock ever got fully soft that night. Even though he had just shot two loads, his shaft is still slightly erect. I start on the head, licking off a small pearl of remaining jizz. It is slightly bitter, the taste I soon associate with a man nearing the end of his cum reserves. There is also the flavor of my ass, and all the other men who had cum in me. I can feel all of the loads mixing in my hole, all of them slowly getting absorbed by my body. I know their DNA would soon be a part of me.
"Fuck yeah, slut," he says. "You up for a third load from me?" he asks. It is a rhetorical question. I know he needs to give me his load just as badly as I need it injected in me.
I nod, my mouth still full of his cock.
He puts a hand on the back of my head, gently pushing me down on his cock. I try my best to take as much as I can, but the position isn't the best. I can tell he doesn't have the same urgency to get inside of me as before. He has pumped two loads into me, and the third one is going to be different. It is going to be a more intimate fuck for us: longer and slower. But he is also going to get deeper into me, and push all of the existing cum further into my ass. I know that even though it's going to be a slower fuck, my ass is right at its limit for cock and fucking. He's going to fuck me right to the limits of what I can endure. I will not have any choice but to go there with him.
Like a relentless enemy, never giving up the fight and never backing down, his cock gets hard again in my mouth. As he pushes it against the back of my throat, trying to force himself all the way into my body, I have even more worries about letting him fuck me again. The evening has already been a long one. I am beginning to feel how long I've been awake, even though I'm still not very sleepy. My ass is also definitely feeling worse for the wear, from the many men who had used me. It is a bit sore and ready for a longer break. But Tiger is clearly ready for another fight. He would subdue my ass and show me once more who is the dominant man and who is the willing fuckhole.
He grabs the lube, and pours some of it on my ass. A finger slides in, then shortly another after, two fingers. There is a brief moment of pain as he enters me. It is a new feeling. Not the pain of a first fuck, as my hole got used to something new inside it. Instead, it is the soreness of a well-fucked hole, the skin tender and the muscles exhausted. Tiger can tell the state of my mind. "So many men up here, huh, American?" Tiger jokes.
I can only nod, my mouth is still wrapped around his hard cock. A few minutes of working his fingers into my ass is enough for him, and he pulls me off his cock. I am not sure if it was enough for me, but I am not getting a say in the matter. We re-arrange ourselves, me on my side, one leg up. He is lying behind me, his cock right against my hole. He reaches for the poppers, but stops.
"You nervous, Jon?" he asks me. He's back to using my real name.
"A bit," I say. I'm trying not to grind my ass up against his cock, but I want it badly.
"Don't be. You've been a great bottom. You ever smoke tina?" he asks me.
"No, I haven't."
"You want to try?" he asks me.
"Sure," I say. With Tiger right behind me, his body close to me, it seems like a safe thing to do. Something that will get me ready for his third, and hopefully final fuck of the night.
Tiger hands me the pipe. "Just hold it in your mouth, and when I tell you, breath in slowly and smoothly," he tells me. I wrap my lips around the stem of the pipe as he holds a lighter underneath it. I can see the remaining crystal begin to melt from the heat. It bubbles, and soon the bowl is filled with a thick white smoke. "Now, Jon. Breath it in."
I breath in. I expect the smoke to sting but it's smooth. I slow down, letting the bowl refill before I draw in again. Tiger keeps the flame going, making sure the crystal is melted. I empty the bowl a few times, before he finally pulls the lighter away. "Hold it in for a while," Tiger says.
I am feeling a bit light headed. I think it's just from not breathing. "Now," Tiger says. "Breath it out." I exhale, and see a thick white cloud escape from my lungs.
I can feel it hit my brain at the exact moment. "Wow," is all I can say. It's an immediate rush, compared to the booty bump.
"Good?" Tiger asks.
"Fuck yes," I say. He takes the pipe from me, and does a hit himself. He holds it longer than I did, then exhales it. We are both lost in the cloud of smoke.
"One more for you," Tiger tells me. I take the pipe back, and hold it to my mouth again. He heats it, and I do one more hit. I'm greedy this time, sucking in as much of the vapor as I can. "Good man," Tiger says, encouraging the big hit. "You're going to need it for this pounding, fuckhole." I don't care that I'm back to fuckhole again. I just want his cock inside of me. I hold it as long as I can, then breath it out. I'm well tweaked again, mentally ready for any fuck he's going to throw me. Physcially, I'm not sure. But I don't really care.
Tiger puts away the pipe, and hands me the poppers. "Take a hit. You'll need it," he says. As I take the bottle, he wraps an arm around me, holding me close. He is also ensuring I will not be getting away from his cock. I will be taking his cock exactly when he wants it, as deep as he wants it, and as fast as he wants it.
Tiger doesn't wait for me to finish doing a hit on the poppers before he starts pushing his cock against my hole. I know that it is pointless to try to resist him entering me this last time. Physically, I wasn't sure I could take this fuck, even with the crystal and poppers fueling me on. But mentally, I don't want to resist. I am turning into a hole for him, ready and willing for his cock to pound me and breed me. He doesn't bother giving me a chance to adjust to his cock, but pushes it all the way on the first thrust. I try not to gasp, but it is so sudden I can't help myself.
"Just take it, fuckhole," Tiger says, noticing how my body tenses up. "Just one more load up there, and I'll be good." He pauses, then continues. "At least for tonight." I let the poppers wash over me, relaxing my hole and distancing my hole. I stop trying to fight Tiger's cock, and just let it invade me. I knew I don't have a choice, he is going to fuck me whether I like it or not. He is thrusting his cock into me slowly but steadily, working his way to his climax.
Tiger takes the poppers from me and does a hit himself. I can tell when they hit, because his pace picks up and his single-minded intensity increases. Even as his hit is taking effect, mine is wearing off. I am acutely aware of every thrust of his cock into my tender hole. I freeze up, and his arm tightens around me, forcing me to keep up with Tiger's attack. "Take it, slut. You know you want it," he whispers into my ear, thrusting himself into me hard. It feels like my ass is on fire. Even all the jizz already up there can't quench the flames. I hope he is going to cum soon. I'm not sure how long I am going to be able to take this; my ass is already screaming for me to stop the fuck. But mentally, I'm just as cock and cum hungry as ever. If he offers a fourth or fifth load, I have no doubt I'll take it, despite my raw ass, already throbbing from the fuck.
He holds the bottle of poppers under my nose, and I gratefully take another hit. Even after I take a long hit, much longer than I wanted, he keeps the bottle at my nose, forcing me to continue sniffing the poppers. As I fall deeper into chemical high, I stop worrying about how sore my ass was, and now am only after another load from him. "That's right, American," Tiger says, noticing my new pleasure in the fuck. "You want every load I can give you, don't you?"
"Yes, I do," I say. It is hard to find the words. In part, because I am so deep in a popper haze. But also because it's hard for me to accept how badly I now need cum inside of me. It's a new feeling for me, and the power of my ccraving is almost more than I can comprehend. I can feel him pounding me hard, but it seems far away. The fuck is like I am watching it happen to myself, but actually taking part in it. It's happening to me, but also to someone else. The sensation makes it a little easier to withstand Tiger's continuing assault on my hole. All I can think of is the moment when he will explode in my hole, filling me once more with his sperm.
"Don't worry slut. You'll get my third load soon enough," he say. His hips are bucking against my ass, pushing his cock all the way into me. The crystal, and the poppers, still right against my nose, are driving my behavior completely. I am pushing back against him, trying to get every centimeter of his cock inside of me.
He keeps the bottle right under my nose for several long minutes. Occasionally, he takes a short hit himself, just enough to keep him on edge. I can tell he was tearing up my ass with his fuck, making sure I will barely walk for a few days. But I don't care, I am so deep in the moment. Finally, he thrusts in once more, deep. I know my face is screwed up in pain, and I nearly scream from the sudden stab into my body. But he's done the remarkable. He's found a virgin part of my ass, as yet unexplored by any man, and is making it his very own. He pauses for just a brief moment, savoring the unsoiled part of my ass. Then he explodes one last time, his fat shaft pulses and there is a fresh load of jizz deposited inside of me.
Even as he is cumming, he keeps the poppers right under my nose. My ass, even in its raw, sore state, is driving me. It is hungry for more cock, more jizz. I keep pressing against his cock, milking out the very last drop of the warm cum. Finally, his balls are drained, and he relents, putting away the poppers. My head begins to slowly clear. It takes several minutes before I am back to what I could even begin to consider normal. The crystal is still coursing through my veins.
But he hasn't yet taken his cock out of me. "You like my cock, don't you fuckhole," he asks, sliding his shaft in and out of me. I gasp; it's like a hot poker inside of me. "Don't worry. You'll be ready for more in a few hours," he say, very much aware of how raw and abused my hole is. He finally slides his cock out of my hole with a wet pop. "Keep my cum in there, slut," he says. I'm lying on the bed, exhausted. But he jumps up, like he hasn't just spent the past two hours slam-fucking my hole. Quickly, he gathers up his stuff.
"You have a phone number, American?" he asks me, right as he puts his pipe and lighter into his bag.
"Yeah," I say. Luckily, Gonzalez wrote it down for me. I hand him the scrap of paper.
"I'll call you later. After we both get some rest, I'll give you several more loads."