Date: Tue, 13 Nov 2012 16:18:47 -0600 From: Vlad <vampyrered@gmail.com> Subject: Part 2 of Married Man Cum Obsession Continuation of the Married Man Cum Obsession -- Part 2 By Daddy. vampyrered@gmail.com Again all legal statements apply. You may not reproduce any section of this without the express permission of the author. I am now a cum whore for sure. After driving home from the seedy Motel that night, my ass was stretched, sore, and aching for more. How psycho do I have to be? I whored my "married man hole" out for just any cock tonight. I found myself in a place that satisfied the most primal of my sexual urges. I have a wife, three kids, and now what? Do I lose all that? What do I do now? Not to mention that the last guy to dump his load in me was someone that I work with. Problem there is I don't know what he is going to do about it. The only thing I can really think about on my drive home is acting as normal as possible. I know I have changed psychologically, and emotionally tonight, but will that show? I have to maintain my life as it is. Maybe I can have both? I can be the "straight Dad" on the block, and still take anonymous cock? I get home, and my wife greets me with a kiss. I kiss her back naturally, but can she sense the fact that these lips have been sucking cock, and ass? I brushed my teeth, showered with scalding hot water before heading home. I go up to our room to unpack, and there are candles lit everywhere. HOLY FUCK! My wife wants sex! Damn, will I be able to perform? I have no choice here; I have to go through with it. Not like our sex life was great, but I never heard her complain about it. I quickly undress, and wait for her to come to bed. She dressed in the nighty I bought her for our anniversary. I drop my underwear and go to her, and kiss her. I want this over with as soon as possible. I can make an excuse that I am tired, and she will understand. I quickly undress her and lay her down on the bed. I become very aggressive, and almost brutal with my lovemaking. I stare down at her and in that moment I see myself. I see myself laid out waiting for cock in a seedy hotel room. This image gets my cock rock hard. I can perform for her if I picture myself in her place. I slide into her with one thrust and hold her arms up by her head. She will submit to my fucking and take my load like any good cum whore. I stare intently into her eyes, and the reflection is I. I am there with my hands held by some stronger man, his rigid cock thrusting into my ass and tearing it apart. He forces himself into me with an anger usually reserved for fighting. I am his, and I know it. My ass belongs to this man I don't even know. He controls my body, he controls my hole, and he controls my pleasure. I ride into her and and know it will not take much more for me to shoot. As I play the scene in my head the brute is spitting obscenities at me. Calling me a whore, and slut, and a fag. He knows what I am, and he enjoys making me take his cock deep into my ass. He will enjoy shooting his load into me and know that IF I were a woman, I would get pregnant from his seed. He enjoys knowing he is giving me what I deserve and want. I want to be a cum dump! I quickly climax into my wife, and roll off exhausted. I don't know if she even enjoyed it, but it was done. I need sleep. I have been through so much in the last few days, and I have a life I need to get back to. However, the thought of the unknown worker scares me. What will he do? Will he tell management? Will I lose my job? The unknowns are all swirling in my head. But whatever happens I will deal with it. The next day I arrive at work as usual and am calmer than the night previous. I am in a zone, and know what I need to do. As I approach my desk I see that there is a note left on the blotter. The handwriting is unfamiliar, and it does not look company originated. As I read the note my heart drops into my stomach. Good Morning Fag! I hope you enjoyed your fuck party this weekend. I know I did! Always thought there was something different about you, but never suspected you for a cum whore. Like I told you when I left, there would be more to come, literally. Since you enjoy servicing any cock that wants to unload in you, I thought I might help you out in that regard. There are lots of men at the factory who would love to be able to drop a load in a hot ass rather than in a cunt. No babies, no girl drama, and since you like it anonymous, no blackmail. Your ass belongs to me now bitch! I want you to be available anytime, or place I want you to be. I will make certain you get what you want, but I will get what I want as well. Meet me at lunch in the locker room in the basement. I want you in the last stall, pants down around your ankles, your hands up on the wall just above the toilet. I want you to blindfold yourself with your tie. I will take care of the rest. FUCK! What am I going to do? This guy is giving direct orders, and I don't see a way out. Maybe if I meet him I can make some kind of deal. He wants me in the locker room in the factory at lunch. This is something I had not thought about when I set up the scene at the hotel. I thought I had covered all the bases and it would be my secret. Now I have some dude telling me what to do, and controlling me. Somewhere in my twisted brain I was getting excited too. I was going to be ass naked in the locker room, blindfolded and vulnerable. The idea that ANY man in my company could walk in and find me was scary yet exciting. My dick started to grow at the thought of being used in that shit hole. Every time I went in there it smelled of sweat, piss, and shit. It was a very masculine scent, and it did turn me on. I enjoy the way a man smells naturally. I love a man's muskiness, that natural gaminess that men have that hits my nose and then hits my cock. I envision men in just jockstraps, and tighty whities, and men completely naked. I envision the piss stains on the front of those jocks and underwear, and how wonderful they would taste. I also envision the maleness that comes from their hairy asses. That unique taste of a real man's ass that is hot and sweaty. I can't do this right now I admonish myself and slip the note into my briefcase. I begin my workday and hope that somehow this all works out. As the noon hour approaches my stomach starts to turn. The anxiety I feel is palpable. I can hardly concentrate on my tasks, and I know I have something unexpected waiting for me. I filled with fear, and yet sexual tension as well. I seem to lose my train of thought in the mundane, and my mind slips into a surreal world of sleazy sex. The clock chimes noon, and I finish my work and make my way to the locker room. Most of the staff is leaving for lunch, which makes things a bit easier. The locker room is located in the lowest part of our factory. It is an old throwback to the open bay showers, and locker rooms you remember from high school. Definitely nothing fancy. The factory workers use it to clean after a hard days laboring, or if they use the gym facilities provided on site. The lighting down the musty corridor is dim, and you can feel the dampness of the stone around you. The locker room is located at the furthest end of the corridor, and there are only two doors that lead in and out of the place. The main entrance here in the building, and a second on the backside of the building near the employee parking lot. This way any dirt and such is not tracked through the offices. As I make my way down the corridor it dawns on me how removed from the general populace this location is. No one comes down here generally and it is secluded. How have I never thought about this before? I make my way through the heavy doors, and immediately the smell hits me. It's warm and damp, and musty. The odor of hot sweat, and maleness triggers my inner whore, and I am transported to my sleazy place. I step cautiously as I am not sure what is about to happen. The place looks empty, and yet I know I am not alone. I make my way down the row of stalls to the furthest one near the wall. The bathroom area is as dimly lit as the corridor, and it makes for an eerie setting. There is a note taped to the wall above the toilet. I pick it up and read it. You made it, good! Now do as I instructed you to do. You will soon get what you want. I started to unbuckle my belt, and lower my pants to my ankles. I then loosened my tie and tied it securely around my eyes so that I could not see. I then tentatively reached for the wall above the toilet. GOD how did I get here? I am now exposed to whomever should come in. Is this what he wants, to embarrass me? Somehow I don't think so. The whore part of me believes, no hopes, this is some sexual test. He wants to see just how much I need to be a cum whore. I am there for what seems like an eternity in that stall. I am nervous and excited. My senses are piqued for any change in the room. Do I hear footsteps, or is it just my imagination. Suddenly I hear muffled voices and footsteps. HOLY SHIT! Am I really doing this? Could I not simply sit on the toilet and act like nothing is happening here? No, I can't. I want this. I need this, and he knows it. The voices are getting closer, and I know they are headed in my direction. There is laughter and the definite sound of maleness. They are in the room, and moving closer to me. The deep tenor of their voices bounces off the tiled walls, and it is almost deafening. My heart is racing, and sweat breaks out on my forehead. Who are these men, and what is going to happen. "See boys, I told you he would be here" I recognize the voice as the man who last fucked me this weekend. The huskiness of his baritone makes my dick get hard. "I told you he was a whore, and that he would take any dick" "He really likes not knowing whose spunk fills his ass, just as long as it does." There is raucous laughter at that. One of the others says, "He does have a nice round ass, bet it feels good wrapped around mine dick". I don't recognize the voice, but it doesn't matter. I am here and they have found me wanting. We all know what is going to happen, and I am ready. I feel a rough, thick hand start to massage my ass. The assailant is slapping my cheeks, and spreading them for inspection. My dick is at full mast, and yet I cannot turn around, or say anything. This is my position. The fact that I don't care whose dick is in me, makes it that much more intense. "So how we going to do this?" Another disembodied voice asks. "Well boys, he is here for your pleasure. Step right up and enjoy!" I can hear the sounds of denim rustling, and metal zippers being drawn down. I hear the shuffling of steel toed boots, and the tile floor, and imagine them undressing. My sense of smell his also heightened as I can sense their hot maleness near me. Suddenly I feel a course finger probing my ass hole. It hurts my still sensitive hole, and I hope he does not try to fuck me dry. I then hear him spit and feel the cool saliva on my hole. His thick digit works the moistness into me and I hold my breath. Soon I feel the spongy head of his cock pushing at my cunt. I relax, and push back instinctively to accept him in. His head is big, and I can feel my hole stretch to accommodate it. He holds my hips and pushes, and he pops in. The immediate jolt of pain sears through me like a lightening bolt and I gasp. "Damn he is tight," the man says. "Yeah, wouldn't have expected that from what you told us about this weekend" a totally new voice says. "He is still new to this boys, I think this past weekend was his first time." "But look at him, he know what he wants and is ready to take it." This coming from the ringleader. As the man starts thrusting his thick cock into my hole, I try to balance myself against the wall. He holds my hips tight, and is not being gentle. I feel the tip of his mushroom head hit my prostate, and moan. I can't help myself. Of all the many fantasies I have had, this was something I never expected. My mind is lost in a sea of pure lust. I am being raped, and I enjoy it. I don't know who these men are, or what they look like, but I don't care. My ass is being stretched and used, and my body responds to this naturally. In the background I can hear the other men and can only imagine the scene. I strain to hear, and believe they are all working their cocks up. Then it dawns on me, that someone else is servicing them. I distinctly hear the sound of slurping. One of the other men is sucking the guys up. This is confirmed when I hear one of the men moan. "Damn buddy, didn't know you loved to swing on dick!" "Your mouth feels amazing!" The man raping my ass is breathing heavier; I can feel his thrust going deeper and more intense. The smell of sex, sweat, piss, and shit are everywhere. My mind is in another place entirely. Finally the man fucking me grunts loudly, and I feel his cock jerk and the warm stream of sperm fill my ass. My body reacts by squeezing his cock hard and milking every drop from his piss slit. "Shit man, that was the best piece of ass I have had in a long time. HE really does enjoy being fucked." I feel him pull his spent cock out of my dripping hole, and the vacancy is hurts. I need more. I don't need to wait long before another set of hands is on my hips. These feel softer, and perhaps older. I feel this guy position his cock at my hole, and he slips in easily. His cock is not as thick, but just as long. I feel him hit bottom, and I arch my back. His thrusts start out slowly and methodically, he is enjoying my wet ass, and how open I am. Behind me there is other sex going on. Apparently the cocksucker is cleaning the first guy's cock off. "Yeah buddy, clean me up good. Get all that cum, ass juice and shit off my dick!" "Don't want the wife being suspicious about why there is shit on the front of my underwear," They all laugh. The man in my hole is becoming more intense. I can feel his suit pants brush up against me, and it is a surprise. One of the management team is here? Well, nothing I can do about that but ride him. I push back with each successive stroke, and he goes deeper. "Fuck, this fag hole is sweet, and he is hungry. I won't hold on much longer." The man picks up the pace of his fucking, and I brace myself. I screw my eyes shut tight, and wait in anticipation of his orgasm. I feel his cock thicken and know he is about to cum. He yells as he cums, and the sound vibrates across the room. I feel the load shoot in me, and I am happy. It feels so amazing to feel a man shoot inside you. The warm wetness is intoxicating. He doesn't stay in my long, and again I feel the void. "Gotta get back to the office, have a teleconference in 15 minutes." "Which reminds me, that he needs to be there too, so hurry it up guys." Oh My God! The man that just fucked me is going to be in the meeting I have. I had completely forgotten about it. SHIT! The next man steps up and I can tell he is a big man. He must have some kind of gut on him as I feel him up against my ass. His cock is shorter than the first two, but infinitely thicker. My hole tears a bit as he pushes through. His hands are big, and thick, and I know he will not be an easy fuck. He starts to thrust heavily and fast. He is brutal in his assault, and I can feel the sweat dripping onto my back. He grunts, and groans as he fucks me. He does not care about who I am, just that I am a receptacle for his seed. He breeds me like an animal. His prowess in the bedroom is not his technique but his force. I have to bend over and hold onto the toilet top to brace myself. With each consecutive push I groan and moan appreciatively. I am a total whore. The fuck does not last long as I anticipated. Soon I feel him shoot into me. I feel him withdraw and with that my hole cannot hold all the sperm inside me. I feel it ooze out of my hole and down my leg. I can only imagine what this scene looks like from the observers stand point. The next man is up and in me with no effort. His cock is average, and his technique not really all that. He fucks me like a robot would. That being said, I enjoy it all the more. My hole has been used and abused and this is a nice change. My ass is opened wide and it is not an effort to accept his fucking. He quickly cums and leaves. I am breathless and strained but realize that the guy was the cocksucker. The last man again is the man that put me in this position. My unknown pimp. "Looks like you will be in some discomfort for that meeting cunt!" he says. "Guess it's my turn again to get the spoils of your hole." "I really do enjoy a well seeded cunt to fuck." I feel him saunter up to me and with two fingers I feel him scoop up the dripping cum, and push it back into my hole. I moan and enjoy the nastiness. I then feel him lean onto my back, his hand is around my mouth and he thrusts those fingers into my mouth. "Taste that shit man, that is your cunt juice, and sperm" I do as I am told, and lick and suck on those two digits. "That's a good cum whore, one that appreciates our efforts." He pushes his big cock into my hole. I arch my back as I enjoy the length of him. The thickness fills my gaping hole, and I know I am impaled. He pulls me up straight and against him. His hand is on my mouth, and his other arm around my torso. He is thrusting is cock deep into me, and I am immobile. I am caught into a web of maleness I don't want to escape from. I push back against this brute of a man, and feel his hairy chest against my back. His sweating, and it soaks the material of my white linen shirt. He fucks me like a real man would, all powerful and at ease with himself. I am at a loss as to who I am, but I know this is my place. I am bound to be a cum whore, and to please men. I don't know when this happened to me, I used to be your normal straight guy. Beer, sports, and women it has all gone from my life. I am a hole to be used, and I want it. My ass is wants to feel a man's seed swimming in it. This is where I belong. I belong in the toilets, and the seedy hotels. I belong in the world of sex. He pushes harder into me and I know he will cum soon. I hold my breath in the fear that it all ends too quickly. But then his pace picks up and he thrusts me forward. I am being pounded up against the toilet. My face is in the bowl and I can see where someone has left his shit. The smell attacks my senses, and I go overboard. I feel the orgasm rise in my cock and I can't control it. Just as the man shoots into me, I release my load. I shoot with abandon on the floor. The man collapses on top of me. I have to support his weight on me, even as my legs go weak. He pulls out with abruptness that leaves me quaking. I fall to my knees on the damp stall floor. I am a mess. Anonymous cum is leaking out of my ass, and cum is leaking out of my dick. I am still blindfolded, and now just a heap on the floor. I hear the man gather his pants up, and hear the buckle of his belt. "Thanks pig! You really did come through as I thought you would" "This is not the last time I will pimp your ass out, so get used to it!" "Now, you better hurry or you will be late for the meeting." With that I hear him walk away. I am left on the floor to contemplate my situation. Sadly though he is correct, I need to clean up and hurry back to the office. I know that at least one of the management staff just fucked me, but who is it, and will I know him in the meeting? I can't dwell on that and have to make my way out. As I do the scene replays quickly in my mind. The cocks, the cum, the humiliation; it has all been too much too soon. What is to come next?