Cousin Waseem
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I was high as fuck that night. My current boy-toy was fucking my ass as I was chatting with this older guy who had this huge soda-can wide cock on xhamster. Boy-toy and I had taken some ecstasy and smoked a little pot earlier in the night. He knows about my account on the xhamster porn site, in fact he’s taken some video content for me. So here I was, bent over the back of my desk chair, with a cock in my ass trying to chat with an on-line guy I like. It was fucking hot.
Let me back up a bit and tell you about myself. I’m 5’6′ with long brown hair and a pair of lips men have described as ‘perfect for sucking cock.’ My 34D breasts, slim waist and firm ass didn’t always garner the attention it does now. In high school I was shy and, frankly, a bit of a book worm. The good news is that being an introvert helped me get into one of the most prestigious schools on the West coast. The bad news is that once I found out that boys wanted my body my lust literally exploded out my eyeballs. Well, I guess that wasn’t really the bad news. But, since coming to college I’ve become something of a slut. I don’t fuck every guy I meet but I want to!
So here I was having my ass splayed open roughly by my current boy-toy. He was pulling all the way out of my gaping anus then roughly thrusting his firm cock deep up my ass. All the while Mr. Online was telling me how he was going to **** my ass. Do you know how hard it is to carry on a sex-chat, while high as fuck, while getting your ass slammed? It is not easy but hot as fuck!
During the conversation with Mr. Online I confessed that my fantasy was to be ****d, to be taken, to lose all control and be some guys’ fuck-toy. I told him that I liked that he was so dominant in our conversations. He showed me a picture of his cock and my mouth literally drooled. Mr. Online’s cock was resting next to a large can of Red Bull and it was clearly thicker and much longer than the can. I told him again how I wanted to be his whore, how I wanted him to be that guy who ****d my ass, to come and make me his cockwhore, fuck-slave! Then I came so hard I passed out.
I came to about an hour later, naked and sprawled out on the floor in front of my desk. A warm, wet sensation was dripping from my asshole, down one cheek and forming a puddle on the floor. My boy-toy had obviously kept fucking my ass when I passed out, came and left. I slowly crawled up my desk chair and through foggy eyes looked at my screen. Mr. Online was still there. He must’ve cum by or he’s got incredible stamina I laughed to myself. Usually I’d just flip my computer off and head to bed but something made me stay. The way Mr. Online had spoken to me, commanded me, dominated me…I felt I had to say good night…and thank you. After typing those words I sat in a puddle of my own cum mixed with boy-toy’s and waited like a good submissive. A minute later it came through.
‘I’m glad you enjoyed yourself slut. Are you sure you want me to **** you? Be careful what you wish for ,)’
The smiley wink at the end comforted me that it Mr. Online was joking but deep inside I knew, or hoped, he wasn’t. ‘Yes.’ I replied.
‘Good night slut’
Over the course of the next few months Mr. Online and I continued to chat on xhamster. Almost all of it was hot sex talk but some was just getting to know each other as well. Each episode with Mr. Online was hot but always revolved around him dominating me, taking me, r****g me. Sometimes it was just him. Sometimes it was him and his friends. But it was always my ass that was getting fucked. Slowly, I could sense, he was finding my borders and pushing them. Even though he was constantly using me as his whore I always felt safe with him. At the end of every hot session he’d ask me if I really wanted him to **** me and I’d always say yes. It was fantasy after all, right?
During one particularly hot session he asked me if I had a safe word. I asked him what that was. He explained that in a BDSM session a submissive frequently would have a word that meant stop or no. I asked why not just use stop or no. Mr. Online explained that some submissives liked saying no but really wanted more. He explained that some women liked **** fantasy and a safe word let her scream for help, or shout no, or fight back without fear of ending her fantasy. Looking back now I can’t believe I couldn’t see what Mr. Online was saying, was planning. Over the months I had given him so much information, given him so many clues that he could easily find out who I was. But I just didn’t see what I was doing, that I was opening the door and practically begging him to **** my innocent little ass with his huge cock. Or maybe, subconsciously, I knew exactly what I was doing.
The following Saturday I received a message from Mr. Online asking if I was planning on taking ecstasy with my newest boy-toy. I texted back that he was out of town so I’d be getting high with all my on-line friends instead. He sent back a smiley face, texting ‘my big fat cock can’t wait to be inside your tight little slutty ass tonight.’ He was such a sweet talker.
Hours later I was high as fuck on ecstasy, playing with my pussy and ass, while chatting with some other perverts on-line when Mr. Online popped on. Immediately my pussy began to gush. But instead of the usual pleasantries he simply asked if I remembered my safe word. During our text conversation earlier in the week we had decided yellow would be my safe word. At the time I didn’t understand why I’d need it but Mr. Online had insisted.
‘Yes, your slut-whore remembers her safe word. But I’d never need it with a pig like you. You’re too weak to take a real woman like me and **** her.’ I like acting up sometimes.
‘Good and we’ll see…’, the typed letters spelled. Even in my horny, fucking high state that seemed an odd response from Mr. Online. Just then there was a knock at my front door.
I crossed my living room from my desk to answer it wondering who it might be. As soon as I opened the door a crack it flew open throwing me back onto my couch. A large man calmly came in, quickly closing and locking the door.
‘What the fuck is this?’ I yelled, ‘Who are you?’ It didn’t matter how loud I yelled what with my music on so loud. Confidently the man strode towards me with a look of lust and menace etched onto his handsome face. He was a tall man, 6′ or so. Large, muscular. It was hard to tell under the leather jacket he wore but I could tell from his gate that he was athletic.
‘Stop!’ I screamed as I tried to get up from my couch. My d**g induced haze slowing my reactions.
He took one strong hand and threw me back down onto the couch. As I landed he straddled my hips, pinning my arm under his knees. Pain ripped through my high as his knees dug into my forearms. I began to scream but a slap from his hand across my cheek sent a bolt through my brain and shut me up. From in his jacket he pulled out a roll of duct tape. Expertly he ripped a piece off as he threw my little innocent body over. Fear began to grip my brain as he tapped my forearms together behind my back. Easily flipping me over he grabbed my ankles, still clothed in my sweatpants, and taped them together. I was hog tied. He took his large left hand and pulled me by my hair until our eyes were inches apart.
‘Hello slut,’ he whispered, ‘do you remember your safe word?’
My mind reeled. I was way too high to think. The ecstasy was tearing at my brain, making what should be a frightening situation sexually arousing. Then hearing his calm, deep voice…wait, what did he ask? It was then I finally understood.
‘Yes’
Slap! The pain seared my cheek as his open hand struck me.
‘Yes, I remember my safe word’ I spat out as fast as I could.
He raised his hand as if to strike me again when suddenly, in my high state a word popped into my head, ‘SIR! Yes, I remember my safe word sir.’
With that act of submission my **** was now never in doubt. He roughly flipped me over, pulling my ass high into the air. I tried to fight back but my heart wasn’t in it. He pulled my sweatpants down to my ankles where the tape was holding my legs together. He loosened his grip as he took down his pants. Like a wanton slut I kept my ass high in the air as if inviting the violation that was about to occur.
His cock thrust into my ass without any preamble or warning. I cried in pain as his large cock f***ed itself through my tiny asshole. I felt my hole stretch wide for his manhood but the pain brought tears to my eyes. No lube, just a dry, ramming f***e r****g my tender asshole. Pushing deeper and deeper.
I finally felt his balls finally reach my pussy lips. His cock was now fully buried in my young ass. I had a second to regain my breath I thought but the bastard immediately pulled out, his cock making a popping sound as it exited my ass. Then, again he f***ed his cock deep into me until I felt his balls slapping my pussy lips. I cried in pain as he ****d my ass over and over again.
Mr. Online laughed as I cried, ‘What were you saying earlier slut? That I was ‘too weak to take a real woman like’ you?’
‘Fuck you, you bastard!’ I yelled out at him. ‘you’re a fucking pervert, r****g me.’
He laughed as he thrust harder and faster into my gaping asshole. As hard as I tried I couldn’t stifle my moans as his cock ministrations to my poor asshole began to make my pussy gush. The ecstasy wasn’t helping either…or maybe it was. Because suddenly I couldn’t get enough of his cock.
‘Who’s my slut now?’ Mr. Online asked.
‘Fu-u-u-ck you-u-u-u,’ I half moaned in response.
‘Who’s my slut now?’ He demanded as he spanked my ass hard. That sent me over the edge as I began to cum.
‘ugh…you’re r****g me…ugh….’
‘WHO’S MY SLUT NOW?!?’
‘I AM!!! FUCK ME LIKE A WHORE!!! I cried out as my orgasm climaxed.
‘You’ll fuck my friends too slut.’ He said, ‘I ‘m going to invite my buddies over too. One will f***e his cock down your throat while we all fuck your tight, little, pink, innocent asshole.’
My orgasm was peaking now. I had never cum so hard for so long before. ‘ YEAH I’ll take your friends’ dirty cocks in every one of my holes but you know which dick I’m really hungry for, I’m your slut and your slut alone, now FUCK ME with your fat soda can DICK you fucking pervert! I’m your fuckwhore cockslave!!!’ I shouted as I felt his cock erupt what felt like gallons of his hot sticky cum up my ass.
With that I collapsed, nearing exhaustion and sl**p. My arms and legs were still taped. My bare ass exposed as my sweatpants were still dapped around my ankles. But I didn’t care. I had lived my fantasy and I had loved it. I wanted to tell Mr. Online thank you and to release me so I could reward him. As I looked up through my fucking ecstasy d**gged high I saw my r****t on the phone.
‘Hey bud,’ Mr. Online spoke into the phone, ‘bring the boys in. She’s ready.’ My eyes widened as I realized my night was far from over.
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