You Should Know I Lied

"Fuck!!!! That feels like more than "just the tip. You said you just wanted to put the head in to feel what it was like."

"Yeah, I lied. I already knew what it feels like to have tight pussy wrapped around my cock. It feels great."

"Why would you lie to me? I thought we were friends."

"I lied to you so you would let me mount you and fuck you like a bitch. And we were friends, but that ended the moment my cock pushed into your cunt. I can't be friends with a cum dump. You should know I lied about a couple of other things as well... I did not put on a condom, I will not be pulling out, I will be telling my friends, this is not a one time thing and most importantly, I will not be reciprocating."

I Got Just Thing For You

 

"Damn, dude, that dick of yours is fucking huge," Beau's friend said. 

"Yeah, I know. I hear it all the time" Beau said a little dejected. "Chicks won't even give me a chance when they see it."

"I hear you, buddy," his friend said, "but I got just the thing for you."

"You do? What's that?" Beau said looking up. 

"My little brother's gay and a real pussyboy who adores getting fucked. Come on over tonight, our parents will be gone. I'll help you get your nut finally. Don't worry, he'll moan his head off, but he'll love it."

"I don't know," Beau said, "I don't want to hurt the him." 

"Hurt him you won't, trust me. He'll love your cuntbuster. You see I've broken in his pussy already plenty of times. Fuck him as many times as you want. Even breed the little bitch if you want. He'll love it. Trust me." 

Glad He Lost The Coin Toss

Looking at the evident pain on my best friend's face as my dick pushes' past the tight ring of muscles uselessly trying to protect his innocence, masculinity and virginity. I listen as my "buddy" moans like a little girl, as his ass is forced wide open, stretching tight around my dick and is turned into pussy. Just based upon his reaction, it must hurt like hell to have a man, like me, cunt him. 

I know we told each other that this was just an experiment. Both of us would get a chance to try being on top, but fuck that! There is no way I am submitting to another man and letting him fuck me? No fucking way! My buddy already has a cunt, I just gave it to him. One cunt between us is plenty. Someone has to be a man, and since he is currently sliding his brand new pussy up and down on my dick, the choice is obvious. Since he has a pussy, he needs to learn how properly take dick. I am going to enjoy training my friend as a professional cum dump.

The problem, as I now think about the past couple hours, is that only someone gay would willingly let a man stick his dick into him, regardless of any promises of reciprocation. Any guy that willingly would sit on a man's cock is a gay. My "friend" is a gay! Well I guess he is not really a friend anymore. I can't be friends with the cum dump, which is what he is well on the way to becoming. He is no longer a man, or buddy, he is destined to be nothing more than a cum catching pussy.

He's has been impaled fully on my dick for a couple of minutes, trying to get used to the feeling of man inside of him. His girl-like moans now reduced to high pitched squeaks as my dick flexes in his new "pussy". Now, however, it's time to properly start fucking him open. I bent him over the arm of the couch and punched my dick back into him, balls-deep, in one hard thrust.

I punched my fat dick in and out of his violated asshole, like it was a two dollar whore's well trained pussy. I liked hearing his moans as my dick thrust into him, over and over, using only spit for lube. I felt powerful and dominant. After a few minutes of hard punch/thrust motions I felt his new cunt relax and open up for my cock. Once he stopped clenching down tight trying to prevent the violation it suddenly felt better for both of us. Now instead of fighting my dick thrusts, his pussy feels like it is opening up for them. Instead of his cunt muscles getting in the way, trying to stop my dick, they are now gently massaging my cock, begging it to go deeper. I can't believe how good his tight cunt feels wrapped around my manhood. I tried to hold back, wanting to extend the feeling of pleasure but it felt too good. Soon enough I was painting his guts with my cum.

When I pulled out, I spun him around and made him suck my cock clean. I lost a friend today, but gained a cum dump that would take every load I felt like blowing into him.

I am so glad he lost the coin toss and had to bend over first.

A Single Simple Purpose

A single simple purpose in all reality.

Daddy’s taking his time. He’s enjoying himself. This is the fourth position he’s put you in and his fourth time this morning fucking you. Your pussy is sore, very sore.

You married Daddy because he has a big thick dick and he's a great fuck who adores how greedy your pussy is. So what if he woke you up fucking you this morning, or that he fucked & bred you three times that night. After all Daddy said he was marrying you because you are such great pussy. You were then and still now flattered by that no matter how sore your poor pussy.

You’re not sure how much more your poor lil pussy, that's now a gaped out cunt, can take but that does not matter to Daddy. Daddy wants more cunt he gets more cunt, period. Your single simple purpose is to drain his load into you and 98% of the time Daddy choices to breed you. After all you told him on your first date you love getting bred. This is all about him. That’s why your clitty is locked away, ignored. Keeping that greased up pussy up, your back arched and your legs spread wide is your purpose. Daddy will cum when he’s ready. Until then, encourage him to use you however he wishes and pray your pussy holds out.

The Arrangement

When my son proposed to his daughter, he called wanting to talk to me. He said he wanted to give his daughter the wedding she had always dreamed of, but he didn't have the cash to make it happen as a single father, and as only an employee of a landscaper. He knew I had the means as an multi-award winning architect who owned my own firm.

He said he'd do anything to give her the wedding she so desperately wanted. We came to a mutual understanding. Five times a week during their two-year engagement, he's been letting me fuck and bred him in exchange for paying for the wedding. Granted I popped his cherry, but it was worth it.

He's only got three more years to go until he's paid me in full. But I bet before then he'll agree to be my wife, because he's showing signs that he loves me for much more than my big dick. Our wedding won't be as lavish as it will be the second for both of us, but his pussy will pay for it for a long time anyway; and god how I love his pussy.

Flashback

You were standing in the shower hoping the hot water would wash away your extreme hangover. You didn’t even know how long you’d been there, leaning against the wall as the water flowed over you, trying to piece together everything that happened last night. You weren’t sure how you’d gotten so drunk. But it was Saturday night with the boys, so being drunk sure wasn’t unusual. 

What was unusual was waking up in your roommates bed naked. With him there next to you snoring and also naked. As you washed flashes came back. A group back at the apartment. Drinking games. Stripping. How had it ended up just you and Rance here this morning in bed together, naked was not coming to you. 

More flashes came. Drunk and stumbling. You passed out in Rance’s room. But you’d been alone and the party was still going. And then the quiet. And barely waking up to feel weight on top of you. 

Ragged breathing on your neck. Hands rubbing you. Strong hands. Holding you down. And pressure. Insistent pressure on your asshole. And resistance. You had resisted, hadn't you? Surely you’d tried to keep your legs together. To protect your virgin asshole. Your very manhood. 

But then the worst flash of memory. The surrender, the moment you gave in. The moment you relaxed and let Rance shove his fat dick into your virgin hole. And his sigh of contentment as his balls hit your upturned ass for the first time. And then the power. The power of his strokes as he held you in place and fucked your manhood away. Whispering in your ear how great you felt. How tight your pussy felt. 

How he’d always known he’d fuck you one day. How much he’d been looking forward to breeding your pussy. How you were going to be his personal cum dump from now on. Taking all the loads his balls could produce deep inside your twat. His new pussy. How full you felt. How content. How right it felt to be his bitch. And how satisfying it felt when your ass pushed him over the edge and you felt a man’s cock unload in you for the very first time. 

Falling asleep with his hard cock still in your new pussy. His weight on top of you. His breathing in your ear. And now as you stood in the shower remembering that you were now Rance’s bitch, your dick began to stiffen. You reached back to feel your ravaged asshole. Rance’s new pussy. It was sore and swollen. And felt so empty. 

Half of you hoped he was as drunk as you and that he’d never mention this again. The other half hoped he woke up horny and ready to make sure you knew your place moving forward. Under him with your cunt in the air. Then you heard something. A cough maybe? You peeked around the shower curtain. To see Rance in the doorway, naked, erect and proud.

“Pull back the curtain and show me how that pussy’s holding up, baby gurl.”

That one sentence told you which way your life was headed. And you’d never been more excited to be pussy up.

Caught

The men of Phi Theta Phi had caught Kyle outside the frat house on the Dom U campus, hoping to catch a glimpse of the brothers through the window of one of the bathrooms on the first floor. They could have called campus police on the little perv, but that wasn't really PTP's style. They normally dealt with these situations themselves. And after discussing it internally, the brothers quickly came up with a plan of action.

They'd give the little bitch exactly what he'd been looking for. Kyle wanted PTP dick? Done. All the hung men of the frat would fuck him for so long that even looking at dick would make him shake. They'd record each fat frat dick sliding into his overused hole, both so that they'd have leverage over him and also maybe have something to use for their spank bank later. Hey, maybe they could even sell it online and make some cash!

There was just one problem (if one could even call it that) that soon came to light after they bent him over the living room sofa to run a train on his ass: they'd seriously underestimated how much Kyle loved getting fucked. 

"Please fuck me!" he moaned with abandon. "God, please, gimme that dick! Really fuck my fucking pussy! Fuck!"

Their pledge master was honestly surprised at how wonderful Kyle's pussy felt, how satisfying it was to fuck the everliving daylights out of him. He soon felt his nut sneaking up on him.

"OH FUCK YEAH!" he roared, savoring the sensations as the slut's cunt gripped his spasming dick before slowly pulling out to make room for the next brother.

Kyle just couldn't stand feeling his pussy so empty, even for a moment. "I need more dick!" he begged. "C'mon, please, don't leave me like this! More..."

"No worries, bro," another PTP member stepped up to bat, that last word dripping with sarcasm. "We got you." Judging by the line, they'd be at it all night.

And so on it went. After a while, most of which was spent listening to the insatiable slut moan and beg for dick, the frat guys grew impatient simply waiting their turn at his cunt. To expedite the line, and also shut Kyle up a little, they began coring out his holes in pairs, spit roasting him over the couch.

The next day, after thoroughly using Kyle the point of mutual exhaustion, the brotherhood came to consensus that they'd be happy to keep him around as the official frat cum dump, with conditions. The faggot's dick would be caged (the pledgemaster would hold the key) and he'd be forbidden to cum by jerking off.

Convinced

The man convinced Jerry it would be fine. Convinced him nothing would change. Convinced him it didn't make Jerry less of a man. So Jerry submitted to the man, allowed himself to be fucked and bred by a man; thinking there would be no consequences.

Jerry's body fell into a state of shock as the man breached him. Unable to move as he felt inch after inch of dick slide into him. Every inch Jerry felt it slipping away, his masculinity utterly consumed and ruined by the man. As the man shoved his whole length into him, he let out a feminine moan. Then the man whispered in his ear.

"That's it. Good girl. Now you are going to take my cum and when you do... you are going to be such a beautiful girl with such a needy pussy."