SEX PARTY SLUT PART 4-- by pigbottom_28@yahoo.com
Seconds later the door opened and another guy was ready to be serviced. I think putting my ad up with my pics, address and stats was a very clever idea!
The rest of the day, and in fact, the rest of the week, was filled up with my whore asshole and mouth being filled up with hot delicious cock and cum. I think I took like two showers over that week. I enjoyed the fact that I was almost always dripping with fresh cum and sticky from cum, piss and shit from before.
By the end of the week, I was so damn tired I needed some kind of a break. I called a hot new fuck buddy of mine and told him I needed some R & R. He was a very wealthy lawyer so he suggested he and I go to some hotel and fuck for a few days. He was as much an insatiable top as I was an insatiable bottom. Basically, this guy fucked hot bottom boys all day long. He could cum whenever and however he wanted to. He was forty years old, great looking in a very distinguished, smart sexy way and he had a fucking mammoth gorgeous cock with a bulging mushroom head. Some guys have cocks that are just plain addictive and that's what Peter's cock was like for anyone who got anywhere near it. It was a fantastic instrument. He knew it and so did all his little whore boys. I was proud to be one, and especially excited that he seemed to hold a special place in his heart for me. My incredible bubble butt and never-ending throat probably had something to do with it, but I think we got along for a lot of other reasons. Actually, who am I kidding? -- This guy loved me cause I was a cheap good whore. I was a set of holes he could do whatever he wanted to with. He could fist me, pee on me, shit on me, smack me across my head and anything else he desired and I would just beg for more.
He told me he would pick me up the next day in a cab and we would go somewhere special. He told me I should find something to do other than sex in the meantime cause he wanted my butthole nice and tight for him. He also said I should clean the cum out of my boyhole; he wanted clean, fresh boypussy -- not used up whore butt that I sometimes provided for him. I understood what he was saying, but I really didn't know what to do with myself other than getting my sweaty porn holes plowed. He wired me some money on Paypal and said I should go see a movie or something. That was nice of him, so I went to the local movie theatre where they were playing the new Rob Lowe movie.
In the movie Rob Lowe goes out on a night of gaybashing and raping faggots. All the critics had hated the movie and felt it was racist and homophobic and all that crap, but I had an erection the whole time. In the end, Rob gets raped himself and learns how hot it is to be a bottom. The whole movie theatre was filled with cum-hungry fags and the hung top men who used those fags dirty worthless asses. People were fucking all over the theatre and especially in the dark, dank bathroom.
Halfway through the movie I went into the bathroom cause I had to pee. The guy was peeing next to me had the hottest cock I had ever seen. He noticed I was peeking and aimed his cock and his sexy stream of piss at my shoes. He proceeded to pee all up and down my legs. He said, "get on your knees and drink it bitch." I followed his instructions and the other guys who were around me looked over. It was pretty dark and weird in there but others could tell something special was occurring. I was proud to be the recipient of this man's cum. All of the guys were so turned on by watching Rob Lowe's amazing bubble butt they were creaming all over each other. The sit of my taking this hot hunk's pissload didn't hurt either. When he was done peeing he kept his cock in my mouth and started to skullfuck me real bad. I was gasping and gagging for air, which I never do, but this man's cock was ALMOST too much for me. I was thrilled to be the receptacle for his anger and wrath and pent up sexual anxiety. When he finally unleashed a load of cum down my throat it was pretty clear this master hadn't cum for like five days or something. I counted something like eleven shots of thick delicious cum. It spewed down my throat in a torrent and I loved the taste and smell of him and his fierce load.
I was being a real whore and actually kept myself on the ground in that urinal the rest of the night. I sucked every top in the theatre's cock. They all had either piss or cum for my hungry boyfaggot mouth and I made sure to thank them. A couple of guys slipped me like a $5 tip and one guy even gave me his empty coke bottle filled with some fresh piss. When I noticed it there, I made sure to take a big swig. My audience was pleased that I was such a great whore. I had a new thought -- maybe I should actually become a whore! I mean, I was such a goddamn fucking slut. Why the fuck shouldn't I take it up a notch and get paid for my slutty services? After all, I couldn't care less who uses me -- whether they are hot or not, old or young, clean or dirty. It's all the same. Yes, I am a whore.
I went back home early the next morning dripping with more and more cum. I took a quick shower and my friend Peter buzzed up that he was here and hoped I was ready. I went to down to greet Peter in the cab. When I got in he was in a very professional suit, but he had that gorgeous cock out ready and waiting for my mouth. He placed my head down on his cock and I spent the cabride servicing his fantastic instrument. At various times I imagined I was Jim Carrey's assistant blowing my superhot boss; I also imagined I was Colin Farrell's superhot Irish boyfriend and that he loved me and my cocksucking. But more and more the thought that entered my head was I was a whore and this vacation would be a great opportunity for me to practice my whoring.
I was well on my way to being the best damn submissive faggot whore there ever was.
To Be Continued...
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