Date: Sat, 23 Jul 2016 16:17:30 -0400
From: propertymanager <propertymanager919@gmail.com>
Subject: Cumdump Anthology: Cumdump in a Motel

Cumdump in a Motel
Copyright 2016


	It wasn't the sleaziest motel I'd ever been in. Underneath the
clinical smell of antiseptics and air fresheners were decades of
cigarettes, sweat, and sins. Two beds were covered in shabby bedding. The
furniture was shoddy pressboard covered in chipped and bubbled veneer. The
mini fridge sounded tired. The television remote wasn't bolted to anything,
the TV too old to be worth stealing. Fluorescent lights buzzed underneath
yellowing shades and cracked sconces. It had been cleaned by rote
indifferently. Stray pubes decorated a tub accented with cigarette
burns. Peeling vinyl around the toilet held years of stale piss. Everything
was faded or damaged. Nothing matched. The longer I was in here, the more
the old smells seeped out. It was the kind of room addicts, thugs, or
whores would party in.

	It was perfect.

	I downed another shot of Stoli and stowed the bottle in the
wheezing fridge. I flopped naked onto the bed, lit a cigarette, and checked
my phone. The ad had been up for 30 minutes. Any minute the replies would
start coming in. It was to the point: basic statistics of a white guy
"taking anonymous raw pump-n-dumps in a motel" and dozen pictures. There
were pics of me on all fours, cum pouring out of my puffy hole, close ups
of black dicks sliding between my white cheeks, a dude's white belly
resting on my ass, and other pics of me getting fucked bareback. You don't
have to be all that hot if your pics are. Pics sell, text doesn't. No
incantations against flakes and time wasters. I get those no matter what. I
just deal and move on. No requirements of guys who reply. Ugly dudes need
to breed, too. I'd get as many hot guys as not, and I was in it for the
loads anyway. I'm a cumdump. Preferences are for precious people.

	My phone vibrated from a push notice: my first reply. It was the
usual stuff: bare minimum of stats and a `where you at?' I sent a canned
reply I'd composed earlier with the motel address and room number. I'm
efficient. I stubbed the cigarette out and turned out the lights. I'd
scouted rooms before I checked in and requested this one. It was on the
second floor so no one in the parking lot would see when the door
opened. It was across the lot from a sodium lamp. The room was dark, but
there was enough spill from the lamp to move about easily. My phone
vibrated again.

	"omw 10 min"

	I reread the original message: a black guy. I pulled the Stoli out
and took another shot. I flopped back on the bed, rubbed extra lube into my
hole, and slipped some fingers in. It wasn't my first rodeo. Racist or not,
it's not a myth black dudes are often bigger hung than white dudes and
often enough true I knew better than to leave anything to chance. The first
fuck was the most important. My hole wasn't stretched yet, and had no cum
in it. I can take a fuck, but if he was hung huge and a rough fuck, he
could wreck my hole for the night.

	I cracked the door. I got on all fours on the bed. My ass would be
the first thing he saw.. I set a tube of lube on my lower back and
refreshed my email app. No new messages, but it was still early yet. A few
minutes later a shaft of sodium light arced across the bed. The door
latched shut and I heard the shuffle of shucking clothes. A nervous thrill
shot through my guts. No matter how many times I took anonymous loads, it
was always as exciting as the first time.

	The heat of another body radiated over my ass cheeks. A rough hand
ran up and down my thigh then over my ass. A finger probed my hole. A cock
started smacking against my ass cheeks. Good, he was already hard. He
rubbed the head up and down my crack and pressed it against my hole. He
grabbed the lube and I heard the greasy sounds of him slicking up his
cock. The tube landed up near the pillows.

	The head of his cock pressed against me and slipped in. The head
was big and my hole didn't stretch easily around it. Stabbing pains shot
from it. I reached back and held his shaft while I pulled off. He had a
hefty cock. A beat, then I slid a few inches back in, backing off again
when my ring was at its limit. I clamped my ass as I pulled off, a
technique I'd learned quickly loosened me up. Another beat to relax then
better than halfway this time. One last beat then I pushed back and let him
go. He pushed forward and sank himself into me, his pubes wiry and rough
against my cheeks.

	"Damn," he whispered.

	He slowly withdrew his cock to the head then slid it back in. I
gauged him around nine inches, and pretty girthy. A tough first cock, but
already my hole was slacking enough I was sure I could take it. He grabbed
my hips and settled into smooth long-dicking, his balls large and low
enough to swing under me and smack my own. I fluttered my ring muscles over
his cock: harder when he pulled out, just a feather of pressure when he
pushed back in. He picked up speed and tested a harder thrust. I rocked
back to meet the next one. He understood and started pulling me by my hips,
sinking himself deeper and harder. The smacking of his hips against my ass
got louder and faster.

	He grabbed my shoulders and started hammering into me. He slammed
hard enough he was hitting bottom so I adjusted my angle so he could freely
go balls deep. He was fucking too fast for me to vary my grip so I just
kept my ass lightly clenched. Above his grunts and the wet smacks I heard
my phone buzz. I started rolling my hips and clamped my ass a little
harder.

	He groaned and sank five hard times into me. His shaft swelled and
stretched my hole. I could feel pulses along his tube. Knowing a dude was
unloading in me spread a flush over me. He held still until his breathing
slowed then pulled out. I clamped hard on his cock to squeeze as much cum
out of it as I could. The wet plop it made coming out made my cock
twitch. I spun around and swallowed his cock, squeezing the last few drops
of nut into my mouth. I let him go, spun back around and flopped onto my
stomach. I checked my phone while he dressed in the dark. I heard the
jangle of keys, saw the shaft from the streetlight then was in darkness and
silence again.

	Two messages were in my inbox. The first one was only one line,
"How many loads in you?"

	"Just one," I sent back.

	The second was wordier, filled with unnecessary details: out of
towner, didn't have a big cock, a whole storyline. The subtext was an
apologetic, self-conscious guy who wanted the anonymity I was offering. He
must not have had much experience with cumdumps who don't refuse loads. I
sent the location to shut him up. I reached back and fingered my hole. It
was in good shape. Getting that first load in me ensured the rest of the
night would be a breeze.

	The first messenger replied, "Get back to me when you have more."
Sweet. Dudes who were looking for sloppy, loaded hole were hot.

	I was checking out other ads to see what my competition was when
the door opened and shut. I got back onto all fours while he undressed. The
hands that ran over me trembled. He hugged my torso and laid his chest on
me, kisses fluttering across my back. Needy, but I'd been there so I
reached back, grabbed a flabby asscheek and pulled him onto me as I went
down onto my stomach. He crawled atop me and kissed my head while pressing
himself to me. I worked my ass to align his cock. I could feel its heat and
hardness and got it lined up with my crack, moving my ass up and down along
its length. It was leaking like a fountain. Nothing special, truly average
cock, but I didn't care.

	He wasn't fat, just pudgy. His belly fit into the small of my
back. Him being behind me, I ran my hands over him as best I could. If he
wanted passion, I could fake it: no use not making it good for him. I'd
love to be a prostitute, but it was illegal. All that meant to me was too
much overhead keeping the law and competitors off of me. It made the margin
too shitty. He sighed, and moaned, wallowing all over me. The phone buzzed,
so it was time for business.

	I moved my hips so his cock was pointed into my cheeks and slid
onto him. He moaned into my ear. I tilted my hips up and he slid in all the
way. I kept my hole clenched. The black guy had opened me up pretty wide. I
pivoted my ass up and down over the guy's cock. I was doing all the work,
but I knew he wouldn't last long. His type never does. Sure enough he
started fucking me back and within a minute he was clutching my shoulders,
his ragged breath hot on my neck. His cock swelled and I felt six shots
pulse along his length.

	"I'm sorry," he said when his cock had softened and shrank out of
me. "It was just so hot."

	"It's cool, man. What my ass is for."

	"You want me to suck you?"

	"I'm good, thanks." I handed him a hand towel. He got off of me and
I flipped to clean off his cock. It was covered in cum. He'd put a sizeable
load in me.

	"Maybe I could come back later?"

	"I'll be asleep," I lied.

	"OK." He dressed and left.

	There were several messages. The first asked, "Stats?"

	I replied, "In the ad, plus pics of me." Moron.

	The next was from some idiot gushing about how hot my ad was, how
he wanted to do the same thing sometime, and maybe he could come and watch?
I didn't reply.

	A third asked, "Do you like black dick?" Two of my pics were of
black cocks breeding me, but I wasn't running an IQ test, so let it
pass. He'd attached a pic of a very impressive cock, only 7-8 inches, but
thick as hell. I sent the address.

	The last one also had a pic attached. A smooth, tight, tatted white
boy. Respectable cock. "Are you all sloppy yet?"

	"Three loads in me," I sent back. At least, there would be by the
time he got here. The black guy had replied he was already on the road,
only 5 minutes away. I plugged in my phone into the charger, cracked the
door, and got into position.

	A couple of minutes later the black dude had arrived, stripped, and
was toying with my hole. "Suck my dick, bitch."

	I turned around and grabbed his heavy cock, heavy musk rising from
his cock and balls. The guy could have used a shower. I put his cock into
my mouth. It was salty and a little funky. He ran his hands over my back
while his cock quickly grew in my mouth. It was thicker than his pic had
indicated. It was wide, but also had a fat tube running underneath. It was
hard to suck.

	He laid down on the bed. He was short, but lean and very
tight. Dreadlocks lay around his head. He spread his legs and guided me to
the crook of his thigh.More musk rose up, and he tasted salty and spicy. I
worked my way across his massive balls to lick in the other crook. He
grabbed my hair and put me back onto his cock. He forced me down. I gagged
but didn't pull off. I had to open my mouth so wide to keep from scraping
him with my teeth I really couldn't do much with my lips, and his cock was
so fat my tongue was useless. He pretty much needed to force it down my
throat to get decent head.

	He spent the next few minutes using my throat as a fleshlight. It
was rough going. His thick tool actually hurt stretching my throat so
wide. I'd be hoarse tomorrow. Finally he released me and lubed his cock. He
pulled me onto all fours and got behind me. He pushed his cock slowly, but
firmly into me. I'd been fucked twice, but I still groaned.

	"Gimme that ass. Open that shit up, bitch."

	I let out a deep breath and pushed myself back onto the rest of his
cock. It was even thicker at the base. I'd loosen up soon enough, but for
now my hole was like a fist on his dick.

	"Shit. That's what I'm talking about."

	He pulled out to the head and my hole gratefully relaxed. He next
push in, my ass gurgled as cum squeezed out around his fat dick. The
bleachy smell of cum blended with the room and his body odors. He pulled in
and out slowly, feeling my ass clench along every fat inch of his dick.

	"Damn. That's some good ass, bitch." He really picked up the
pace. The sloppy sounds were obscene, and cum trickled off of my nuts. His
nuts slapped against mine, getting sticky from the slime coating my
balls. I was being seriously stretched, and my ass was lit up with
electricity from the friction. I'm usually quiet, all business, but a
really fat dick does what no other dick can and a moan escaped from me.

	"That's right, bitch. Ain't no dick like nigga dick." Amen,
brother. His cock was too fat for me to grip my hole on it, so I started
working my hips and bouncing back against his fuck instead. He fucked
harder and faster into me.

	"Damn. Shit. Your ass fucks like pussy. Shit's for real." I love
pump-n-dumps, but I would have let him use my ass as long as he wanted
to. I gave up trying to be cool about it and let the moans come as they
may.

	"This what your fucking slut ass need, ain't it?" He got off of his
knees and squatted behind me. He grabbed my shoulders and laid into me.

	"This is what that white pussy needs. Take it, bitch." He didn't
have to tell me twice. I worked my hips and ass all over his fat dick.

	He grabbed me and spun me onto my back. My legs on his shoulders,
he doubled me over. He pistoned up and down into me. His dreads hung in my
face. I could smell his pits. They were rank, but now I connected his smell
to this fuck. He could be as raunchy as he wanted. This dude could fuck.

	"Oh, shit. I'm gonna bust. Fuck, take that nut in that bitch ass."

He buried himself in me and unloaded deep in my guts. I reached up and
grabbed his rock hard ass and pulled him into me. Finally he stopped
pouring his load in me. His cock popped out with a loud sucking. I felt
cold air rush into my gaping hole. I rolled over and took his slimy cock in
my mouth. I lapped everywhere: balls, stomach, crooks of his thighs. I
nudged under his heavy sack and lapped at his taint, very close to his
crack.

	"You eat ass, bitch?"

	I raised a thumb up.

	"Damn." He reached over me for something then got off the bed. He
went to the sinks and toweled himself off. Short, but fucking fine as hell
and half of him dick.

	He strode to his clothes and put them on. He tossed my phone onto
the bed. My contacts were open.

	"That's my number, bitch. Ain't enough bitches around that can take
my dick. Your nasty ho ass will do. Fucking text me." He left in a whirl of
dreadlocks.

	Will do, brother.

	I turned on a light and set my phone camera on its timer. I counted
down and opened my hole. Cum poured out just as the flash went off. I
checked it: a perfect creampie pic. I sent it to him. I turned the lights
back out and lay with my ass to the door.  A minute later the black guy
texted back. "That's right. That's my ass now. Get up wit me
tomorrow. Going to whore your ass out for some weed."

	Fuck yeah you are. "Will do," I sent back.

	The door opened and closed. Should be the white boy. I was
surprised by the lamp going on, but whatever he wanted. I hopped up into
position. He started undressing. "Lay on your stomach."

	I got back on my stomach and spread my legs. I felt him crawl
between them and spread my ass cheeks apart. I could feel the cum cooling
around my hole and on my balls.

	"Yeah, that hole's been fucked alright." He stuck two fingers
easily into me and worked them around before pulling them out. I heard him
sniff. I felt his fingers on my taint.

	"Push."

	I didn't have to push hard for a small fountain of cum to run out
onto his hand. I heard greasy, wet stroking. Hot, he was using the cum to
stroke himself with. I hoped he wouldn't just jerk off, but still, it was
pretty hot. Using anon loads from a sloppy hole for lube is dirty, and I
like dirty guys. I felt his fingers against my taint again. I pushed out,
easily pouring out another handful.

	"Damn, that's from just three loads?"

	"Yup."

	"Hot."

	I heard him greasing his cock again. He wiped his hand on my back
and got above me. He put his dick against my hole and slid in. Very
respectable cock. I felt moisture all over my ass. He'd rubbed cum into his
pubes and onto his hips and stomach. His cock was pretty girthy, but I
still closed my hole around it. He smacked the shit out of my ass.

	"Keep it loose, slut."

	I relaxed and he started pistoning. Wet, juicy sounds filled the
room. The room reeked of cum and sweat.

	"Fuck yeah." He rolled his hips as he thrust into me and cum ran
down my balls again. "That is a nasty, sloppy hole. Any black dudes fuck
you?"

	"Two."

	"Shit yeah. That's why your hole is so fucking loose."

	True story, I thought.

	He kept a steady rhythm, loudly churning the cum in my hole. The
longest fuck yet, he lasted ten minutes before he put his hands between my
shoulders and bucked into me.

	"Keep it loose, keep it loose. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck you're so nasty." I
felt his cock spasm seven times into me. He pulled out and one more shot
landed across my ass.

	"Clean me off."

	He was a slimy mess. I put his cock into my mouth and he squeezed
it, milking a few drops onto my tongue. I cleaned his cock off, lapped the
loads from his balls and off of his thighs and abs. He pushed me off and
strode to the bathroom. I checked him out. I normally don't care what
anyone looks like, but he was a dirty boy and I liked that. He was fucking
hot. Tats everywhere and a tight fucking body. He rinsed himself off and
walked over to his clothes. I saw his nipple piercings and a stud in his
lips. I don't normally go for blondes, but attitude is everything.

	"You doing this again?"

	"Yeah, couple, maybe three weeks."

	"Email me. I want to watch you take black dicks."

	"Sure thing."

	I grabbed my phone after he left, starred his email and scrolled
back up to the guy who had asked about loads.

	"Four in me," I sent.

	I refreshed the app, but no new replies. I checked the time. I
might get a few more when the bars closed, but I was near the airport and
there weren't a lot of them close by. I'd started late, too. I hadn't been
able to get out of work as early as usual. My hole buzzed with being fucked
so much. Most guys like long, intimate sessions. My hole craves quantity
over quality. I took another shot of Stoli, nicely cold from being in the
fridge. My phone buzzed. It was Mr. Load Query.

	"Nice. Any of them poz?"

	"Don't know, don't care."

	I checked my ad again. It was still on the first page. I thought
about posting in another section, but didn't feel like dragging out my
laptop. The Load guy replied back.

	"Fuck yeah. Hit me up when you have more in you."

	Ok, one of those guys then. Guys who like sloppy seconds usually
show up as soon as I'm loaded. This guy sounded like all he wanted was the
tally, a fantasy he couldjerk to. Damn.

	It was 20 minutes before the next reply. I recognized the
pic. Young black kid. Said he was a wrestler, but he was heavier than any
wrestler I'd ever seen. Still, he'd fucked me twice before, true
pump-n-dumps. He'd never lasted longer than three minutes. I sent the
address. He'd be maybe 10 minutes.

	Another reply came in. "Married and very discreet. I want lights
out."

	"No problem," I sent with the address.

	The black kid arrived was true to form. He didn't even pull his
pants off, just mounted me and rutted like a dog. He came as silently as he
always did then left immediately. It was cool with me. I was in it for the
numbers.

	I didn't hear back from the married guy. I didn't know if he was
coming until the door quickly opened and shut. I got into position on all
fours. He stripped then I felt his hands on my ass. "Suck my dick," he
whispered. I hopped off the bed and got on my knees.

	He was a big white dude. Really big. Linebacker big. Well over six
feet tall, everything broad and thick, and covered in fur. He was padded,
but there was muscle underneath it all. His cock was soft, but bigger than
I am hard. I put it in my mouth and grabbed his huge nuts. He grunted and
put his massive hands on either side of my head. I caught the glint of a
ring on his left hand.

	His cock quickly grew to barely manageable size. Not as thick as
the black guy, but it came close and easily nine inches long. As soon as it
was hard, precum started pouring onto my tongue. I love a leaker. He
started sliding his cock in and out while he held my head still. He tested
deep throating, and I gagged as usual. He backed off. I grabbed his beefy
ass and pulled him back down my throat. It was a little sore from the
thick-dicked black guy, but I managed. I dry heaved when it was all the way
down but held him until I needed to breath. I let go of his ass, and took a
breath. I kept still. He started face fucking me, smoothly sliding his big
cock down my throat, not stopping anymore when I kept gagging.

	He withdrew after a few minutes and crawled onto the bed, laying on
his stomach.

	"Eat my ass."

	It was plump, covered in hair, and firm under the padding. I parted
his cheeks. A little musky but not gross. I buried my face in it and
tongued his asshole. He writhed under me. His cock was under his stomach
but his massive balls lay between his legs. After tonguing his hole, I'd
lick down to his nuts then back up until I was at the tip of his crack
before I made my way to his hole again. My mouth was full of ass and hair.

	He rose up, and pulled me onto the bed on all fours. He pressed his
cock against my hole. He was leaking like a brook onto my asshole.

	"You clean?"

	"No idea. I doubt it."

	His cocked stayed against my hole for a second.

	"Fuck. Just suck my cock."

	He laid on his back and I swallowed him. I wanted it in my ass, but
made the best of it using my mouth and hands to milk his massive dick. I
tried to suck on his balls but they were just too big. I settled for
licking them and chewing on his sack. His cock was a slippery mess from my
spit and his precum. Awesome. I lifted his legs and went back to eating his
musky hole, his balls heavy on my face. I gave him the best blowjob and
tongue bath I could manage on such a large cock. After a while though, his
hair had sucked most of the moisture out of my mouth. I decided to finish
things up and started bobbing on his cock, using both hands as well. One
hand stroked him, the other played with his giant nuts.

	He stopped me and made me straddle him. He held me up and put me
over his cock. When the tip was lodged against my hole, he grabbed my hips
and pulled me onto him.

	"Oh god," he gasped. He held me by my hips and raised me up and
down like a fucktoy. I been fucked enough to easily take his cock and
worked my ass on it. He pulled me over his awesome dick in a steady
rhythm. After a few minutes he held me up so only a couple of inches was
still in me. He reached between his legs and wiped cum from his balls. He
brought his fingers to his face.

	"What is that? Is that cum?"

	"Yes."

	"How many guys have fucked you already?"

	"Five."

	"All bareback?"

	"Yes. That's five different loads your cock is covered in."

	He shot his hips up and buried himself in me. He bucked a couple
more times then slammed me down onto his cock. He growled and ground into
me, his cock swelling and throbbing. Normally you can't actually feel
someone cumming inside you. This dude blew six shots hard enough I did feel
them. He shuddered and finished dumping in me.

	"Get off me."

	I got off, barely able to shut my ass fast enough to keep cum from
pouring out. I leaned over and stared cleaning his cock off.

	"Oh, that's just fucking nasty," he said and shoved me away. He
grabbed the part of the blanket hanging off the bed and wiped himself
off. He quickly dressed and slammed the door behind him. Ah well. I rubbed
my swollen asslips, drenched in leaking cum. There was so much cum in me I
was a bit uncomfortable from the pressure. I thought about pulling the ad,
but decided I was too much of a cumdump to pack it in just yet. I sent a
message to load guy.

	"Six in me. It's late. Doubt I'll get any more." I sent the message
along with the address. I didn't hold out too much hope he was for real,
but it was true I wasn't likely to get any more replies tonight, and I
wanted more.

	Less than a minute later my phone buzzed.

	"15 minutes. Lights out, ass up."

	Fuck yeah. I grabbed a huge swallow of Stoli. I got back on my
stomach which relieved the pressure, and waited.

	He was right on time. I was already on all fours while he
undressed. His footfalls were heavy. The glow from a phone threw my shadow
onto the bedding. He pulled a cheek to the side and inspected my hole.

	"You had some big dicks in that cunt, didn't you?"

	"Yes."

	"Were they all black?"

	"Three black, three white."

	He roughly jammed three fingers into my ass.

	"Loose like a whore's pussy." The phone went out. He pulled his
fingers out with a greasy slurp. He grabbed me by my hair and dragged me
onto my knees. A large, heavy cock battered my face, flinging ropes of
precum all over it. He then gently put his cockhead to my lips. I opened my
mouth. He threw his cock into my throat and yanked me by my hair until my
nose was buried in his pelvis. My eyes watered and I gagged hard.

	"That's right. Choke on my dick, faggot." It was eight inches and
one of the thick ones. He held me, clenching his muscles so his cock
swelled in my throat. I tried to hold back but I heaved. He pulled out of
my throat and I puked vodka and slime all over his cock. He yanked me back
onto him and held him while I gagged and choked. He pulled out and wiped
his fat, slimy cock all over my face. He yanked my head back and spit into
my face.

	"Open your fucking mouth."

	He hocked and spit a gob into my mouth. I couldn't see his face,
but I could see he was all muscle. White, and totally smooth it looked
like.

	He put his cock back into my throat then grabbed me by both
ears. He facefucked me like I was a doll. I puked again while he brutally
raped my throat. Spit and slime was dripping off of his cock, his balls,
and my chin. Every minute or so he'd pull off and yank my head back. I
opened my mouth obediently and he spit into it, his aim hit or miss. I lost
track of time. There was just his cock using my face and throat.

	He finally shoved me off of him. I slumped against the bed.

	"All fours you piece of shit."

	I crawled on the bed. He climbed on behind me. He parted my
cheeks. In one thrust he buried his puke-covered cock to the hilt. Cum
squeezed out of my ass. Even already fucked and lubed it hurt. He grabbed
my hair again and shoved my head to the mattress. He started hammering me.

	"You let anyone fuck you, don't you?"

	"Yes."

	"Even gross, nasty guys, don't you? You just want that cock in you,
those loads."

	"Yes."

	He let my head go. I started to raise it but he snarled, "Keep your
fucking head down." I obeyed. He grabbed my hips and viciously fucked me.

	"Fat guys, old guys, black guys, you'll take any fucking load,
won't you?"

	"Yes." It was hard to answer. He was knocking the breath out of me
with each slam of his big dick.

	"I'm going to take you down to the tracks. Lots of homeless guys in
the woods there. Make you suck them and take their filthy cocks in your
nasty pussy." Cum was dripping off of my balls, his cock squelching with
every thrust.

	"Yeah, you'll take their loads cause you're a filthy bitch with a
cunt instead of an ass. A loose, sloppy faggot cunt." He pressed down on my
lower back and rammed his cock in and out.

	"I'm fucking those nasty loads out of your fag cunt. Get you ready
for mine. The one you've been waiting for all night, isn't faggot?"

	"Yes." True enough.

	"You take any load in this filthy pussy. Dog, horse cock, you
would, wouldn't you?"

	"Yes."

	"Cause you're a nasty faggot dump with a sloppy cunt who'll take
any load no matter how filthy it is. And you'll take mine. Your pussy won't
ever forget mine."

	He pushed me onto my stomach. He hooked his arm across my throat
and squeezed. I could barely breathe. He hooked his other arm under my leg
and yanked so I was spread wide. He didn't miss a single stroke.

	"You want my load in your cunt, don't you?" His breath was hot on
the back of my neck.

	"Yes."

	"I got something in my load for you. Something your filthy pussy
deserves. I'm going to put it deep in your pussy. You want it?"

	"Yes."

	"You know what it is, don't you?"

	"Yes."

	"And you still want it your filthy guts?"

	"Yes."

	He pulled all the way out then plunged back in over and over,
pulling out gob after gob of cum from my ass.

	"So much cum in your pussy. So fucking loose and sloppy. I've
fucked cracked out whores tighter than your cunt."

	The blanket was soaked underneath me. He plunged back in and fucked
me hard.

	"I'm going to blow it in your pussy. I'm about to make your cunt a
goddamned sewer. And you're going to take it no matter what now."
Incredibly, he fucked even harder and faster. He tightened his arm around
my throat.

	"I'm about to knock you up. Bitch."

	He slammed into me and grunted with each blast of cum.

	He collapsed on top of me, sweating and breathing hard.

	"It's in you now. It's in your cunt. Your fucking filthy, faggot
cunt." He lay on top of me until his breathing slowed and his cock softened
and slipped out of me. Fresh cum poured out of my ass to pool around my
balls. When he pushed off of me I whirled around and took his cock into my
mouth. He let me clean him off: his cock, his large shaved sack, his
smooth, muscled thighs and tight abs. After, I held his soft cock in my
mouth, unmoving.

	"You want my piss now, don't you?"

	I nodded.

	"Pathetic. Figures you have a sewer at each end. I don't have to
go, faggot."

	He climbed off the bed and dressed. "Don't ever fucking contact
me. Let everyone else use your filthy pussy. Loose piece of shit." He left.

	I was sad about the piss, but overall more satisfied than I'd been
in a long time. I gave it even odds he'd hit me up next time I posted an
ad. Cumdumps like me don't come along every day, and even though he'd
marked me, I knew he'd gotten off on knowing what a slut he was fucking.

	My hole throbbed in that way only getting gangbanged can make it
throb. I didn't need to cum. I got off being a cumdump. I checked my phone,
but there weren't any new messages. It was really late, and I knew it was a
dead zone for cruising. I relaxed and cum poured out of me. I rolled over
on my side, smearing the semen all over me. I drifted off. I knew cum would
leak out of me all night and I'd wake up a sticky, filthy mess.

	Exactly like a cumdump should.