Date: Tue, 31 Jul 2018 04:00:28 +1000
From: R <rhaultafel@gmail.com>
Subject: Slut Fucker

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I've always loved watching Ben in action.

Even though my throat is currently being vigorously drilled by the 7"
manrammer of a virile young stud, my eyes dance over occasionally to the
action a few metres away in the bushes.

A crowd of about 4 guys are taking turns stuffing their throbbing members
into the greedy maw of the resident slut bottom of the night, who may well
be regretting the decision to flirt with Ben now that he was bent over and
being drilled by Ben's thick, ever-hard cut 9 incher.  Ben fucks hard and
rough – you can hear the slap of his taut hips against the bottom's
bouncy butt like a metronome beat underlaying the moans, grunts and
whimpers of the hapless bottom.  As a petroleum engineer, he has the
physique and stamina of a man who works out constantly (because there is
nothing else to do on an offshore rig) and full balls that never seem to
ever fully drain.

I look up and see that I'm not the only one distracted by Ben – the top
has also turned to watch the orgy in progress. Without even looking down,
he puts one big mitt on the back of my head, pulling me onto his dick which
swells and then erupts into my throat pumping thick, hot cum directly into
my gullet.

"Thanks man. Your mouth is fucking ace."

I smile around his dick as I suckle gently to extract the last few drops
from the still-hard cock slowly being drawn out of my throat.  This is when
I get to savour the taste of all that cum that just got pumped into my
belly – a slightly bitter aftertaste to a really thick and creamy load.

"Yum" is about all I manage, but the top isn't listening. He's tucked his
dick back into his pants and is turning to stroll off into the bushes.

Ben is still going strong and I can tell from the bottom's posture that
he's just about fucked into a stupor now.  Ben's got both of the bottom's
arms clasped in his right hand and using it like leverage to keep the
bottom's ass arched, keep the bottom at a good fucking height and to drag
that ass-cunt down as he's thrusting into that fuckhole. I know this
because Ben told me it's one of his favourite positions in outdoor fucking
and has used it more than once on me.  Ben looks over at me and smirks.

I look up and see what Ben saw – that two guys are leering down from
behind me.  I recognise them too, a vers couple that live down the road
from me and invite me over regularly when both of them are horny and
neither in the mood to bottom. I smile and kiss one as the other deftly
gropes me from behind.  I like them both – Mick and Roger are reasonably
fit 40 somethings builders, each with a nice 7.5" tool and really easy
going.  Within moments, Mick has his cock down my throat and Roger's peeled
my shorts off and is ravenously assaulting my ass with his tongue.

"Fuck can you believe that guy? Can almost hear this from the street!" Mick
remarks from somewhere above me.

"Yeah, through all these bushes too." Roger remarks as he positions then
slides his hard cock deep into my guts with practised ease.  I moan around
Mick's cock as Roger gets me accustomed and then starts on a slow,
relentless rhythm as he plows my ass.

I don't let on that Ben and I are fuck buddies.  Not quite friends –
after all, we only know each other because I invited him to my place one
Friday evening after meeting him in the park and let him stay over to screw
me all weekend.  That was about 2 years ago now, but I still don't know
Ben's last name.  It's hard to talk when my throat is plowed raw from being
skull-fucked over and over by his massive cock.The only thing I know for
sure is Ben is the ultimate slut fucker - man or woman, he cares only that
the hole he graces with his cock is hungry.

Mick holds my head down, grinding his bush into my nose so he can enjoy the
silky feel of my throat on his cockhead.  I can hear Mick and Roger making
out above me as they spitroast me on each end. They have this down to an
art, a smoothly synchronised motion, each penetrating me simultaneously so
they push my body onto the other's cock, then withdrawing at the same time
about halfway before inserting again.  I close my eyes to enjoy the
sensation of being worked over, to the lusty ambient moans of Ben's orgy
not far from me.

The touch of another pair of hands on my body breaks me out of my
fuck-trance though. I twist my head a little and see that Ben's sexual
siren's call has drawn more cruisers out of the woodwork.  His audience has
grown to about 7 not including the bottom who has been reduced to choking a
cum-rag, gagging and whimpering around the latest cock pummelling his
tonsils as Ben pimps out his fuck-toy's mouth while continuing his
relentless gut-destroying assault.  But there are more guys now than room
around that orgy so the overflow is coming around to see the other action.

Now if I wasn't sandwiched between Mick and Roger, I would probably have
avoided the guy now pawing at my body.  A 60-something whose wrinkled hands
paw at me hungrily while his other wanks furiously under his overhanging
paunch.  Mick and Roger continue to make out as my body is molested between
them – now by a pimply teen as well who decides to kneel down and throat
my own leaking cock with his warm, moist sucking mouth.

I can't help but moan on Mick's dick and Roger changes angle slightly so
his dick is now massaging my prostate hard with each steady stroke.

I'm getting close as the teen extracts his head from between my cock and
the log beneath me, standing quickly and then cumming with a sigh on my
face, hot splashes of his cum on my cheeks and shoulder. The old guy isn't
far behind, moaning as he shoot his much thinner load on my other cheek.

"I need some of that ass" Mick grunts.

He pulls out and sits on the log. Roger spins me around like a ballroom
debutante and I sort of jump over the log as I do that, straddling the log
in the other direction. Mick's hands latch onto my waist and he quickly
guides me down, impaling me on his throbbing erection.  I moan at the
penetration, just as Roger slides his cock into my open throat.  I rest my
hands on Roger's tree-trunk legs for leverage as I began to twerk my ass up
and down on Mick's fuckpole while Roger's dick explores my throat.  The
whole flip around takes less than 5 seconds – like I said, this couple
are professional cocksmen.

I chance a glance over Roger's hip at that point and see Ben jerk as he
lifts his limp fuck toy off one guy's dick and onto another.  His bottom
jerks a bit as he cums for the second time tonight, a sort of tortured
whimper as Ben fucks on regardless of the poor guy's clutching, twitching
ass.

Mick holds me down all of a sudden and groans, his hands guiding my ass in
circles as he grinds his dick into my bowels.  I moan into Roger's dick -
Mick is signalling that he's close.  Roger keeps fucking at his own pace
– seems like he's not close enough yet, so Mick rams his dick a few more
times into my guts and shoots into me – a warm soothing balm on my ass
and lube for his lover. Roger lifts me off Mick and then lies me back into
his Mick's lap, pushing my legs over his shoulders as he slides back into
the silky velvet embrace of my grasping hole.  Mick idly plays with my
nipples as Roger starts fucking me hard and fast while making out with his
lover over my shoulder, making me nothing more than the fucktoy connector
between these two studs.

I grunt and moan as Roger keeps slamming into me, and see I have two or
three stroking guys around me too.  I reach out and grab the closest –
an Asian guy in his 30s – and jerk his 7 incher toward me as I'm being
fucked.  With my body pinned between these two studs and my legs over
Roger's broad shoulders, my hands are free enough to pull that dick into my
mouth and play with his balls.  The Asian guy is content to let me do all
the work jerking and blowing him at the same time – his attention is
pretty evenly split between my orgy and Ben's orgy mere metres away. I take
a deep breath and deep throat the Asian guy who just gasps and starts
shooting down my throat.

His place is quickly taken by a 40-something daddy type with a really phat
looking 6 incher.  Just before he manages to plug my mouth with his dick
though, I see that Ben's bottom has finally begged off, collapsing into a
limp heap on the ground much like the discarded cum rag he really is.  Ben
hasn't moved much – another bottom has happily proffered his ass for Ben
to rape some more – on my quick look it seemed he was a newcomer so he
may not know what he's just signed his ass up for.

Then my attention is focused on the dick in my throat and the shorter,
faster fucks as Roger is clearly getting closer to nutting in me as well.
This daddy is a rough fucker – seeming to delight in ramming my throat
from different angles to stretch my throat and make me gag.  Judging by the
pace of fucking in my ass, my gagging has an electric effect on Roger's
organ. I relax as much as I can, resting my free hand on the log beneath me
and then reaching my other hand to Roger's taut ass, enjoying the sensation
of that muscle flexing beneath my hand as he keeps ramming my prostate.

The daddy cums first, choosing to pull out and paint my face with his load
as if to mark me as a slut for all to see.

"Fuck yeah, paint his face!" Mike hisses, turning my head so that spurting
cock gets better coverage.

Roger is panting raggedly already, and that hiss just ticked him over. With
something between a grunt and moan, he empties his balls into my ass even
as the daddy and Mike continue to smear cockjuice all over my face and
hair.

The daddy ruffles my hair as he leaves without a word, while Roger and Mike
are frantically making out over my shoulder.  I pant for air and squeeze my
ass on Roger's still-hard, still leaking cock as if to milk the dredges
from his balls.

"Thanks bud, always hot." Roger whispers as he finally slips himself out of
me and the couple slink back into the shadows and home, satiated.

Ben's orgy seems to have settled a bit, with the first bottom having
recovered enough to crawl over to a nearby tree and sit up at just the
right height for tops to use his throat like a fleshlight.  The incumbent
bottom on the other hand is just a whimpering mess already, barely able to
hold his weight against the tree as Ben's massive cock just keeps
ransacking his guts like a pillaging Viking. The seven odd bystanders have
remained, jacking themselves off slowly to the show of a man being reduced
to a gibbering cumdump.

I rest for a bit and enjoy the show, the cum drying on my face, chest and
butt.  It's not a long rest though as one of the bystanders notices a hole
available and strolls over to make use of my mouth. He's in his 30s and is
a bit soft in the middle, but not enough to hide the tasty 7" he slips into
my throat.

"Fucking slut"

I can't see, but I can hear the disgust in Ben's voice as he says it.
Clearly his latest bottom has just collapsed into a used, abused heap like
the last one and Ben's still horny.

The footsteps approach and I feel my body being lifted up forcibly and then
bent over.  The guy in my throat pulls me tight onto his bush, making sure
I can't get away as I feel the mushroom head of Ben's monstercock nudge
aside my quivering sphincter and ram its way home.

"Ugh" I moan and splutter as my insides get filled forcibly with cock.  Ben
deftly pulls my hands up and back, held together behind my back in a
vice-like grip.  Unlike the last two bottoms, Ben has trained my ass to
take his cock long, hard and repeatedly, but even so I feel like a stuffed
turkey. Having been the recipient of his urges, I know what those last two
bottoms have experienced – though unlike them, he never let me "beg off"
his cock.  Trapped in his hotel room, or in my own bedroom, he would use
his incredible physique and strength to manoeuvre me into position and hold
my struggling form there while he impaled me repeatedly into the perfect
cocksheath.

He's pulled me into the position the first bottom found himself in –back
arched, arms back and used as leverage for him to fuck me as hard and deep
as he likes, his other hand grabbing my neck from behind to make sure I
knew who was boss.  The top in my throat had his hands on my head, skull
fucking me in an attempt to match Ben's rapidly increasing pace.  I opened
my throat, letting his use it much the way Ben was using my ass, just
letting go of my sense of self entirely.  I was now Ben's fucktoy and not
having to think about anything else except keeping myself open to his abuse
of my body was (as always) a liberating, zen-like experience.

Of course, the top in my throat could not last my moaning moist throat
wrapped around his cock. He came soon after and what I could not swallow,
dripped out of my gaping mouth. A mouth that was not long empty before
another top took his place.

"Fuck, cops."

I don't know who said it, but it was like a gunshot amongst pigeons.

Those other tops evaporated like mist, pulling up their pants and
disappearing into the bushes with a speed and lack of sound that would have
amazed me if Ben was not still fucking me. His only consideration to the
possibility of imminent discovery was shoving me down towards the ground,
and turning his long, hard slapping fuck into a deep ass churning rabbit
fuck that ground my prostate into a pulpy mess but made almost no sound at
all.  Instead of my neck and arms, his hands now clamped around my mouth
and were on my back pushing me into the ground.

The search lights and radio static echoed in the sudden silence and still
Ben fucked on.

I tried so hard not to moan, but my body was not my own. My muffled gasping
though was hard to hear over the quiet sigh of the wind in the trees but
would be discernable if they got nearer.  I looked around from the dirt
where Ben had pushed my face and saw that first bottom still slumped weak
against a tree. There were also two bystanders still around, still against
the trees like deer in headlights – quiet, still but alert.

Ben pulled my head up with one jerk of his arm against my whimpering
mouth. "Fuck I love your cum slut hole." And with that, I felt him grind
deeper into me as he pumped his ball juice into my hole with a sighing
moan.  I moaned into his hand as he continued to grind his erupting manhood
into my guts, even as the flashlights flickered through the trees around
us.  Finally, as the footsteps and crackling radios faded away into the
distance, his grip loosened and I felt him pull out of me – his cock
softening only a little as he pulled on his clothes and stomped off into
the trees.

My legs felt like jelly and I needed to grab my breath. I pulled myself to
my knees using the log that I had only recently been fucked on and then had
hidden us from the cops as they patrolled mere metres away.  I barely heard
the footsteps but could not resist as I felt the presence behind me.  One
of the bystanders – a complete stranger I had not even taken a good look
at – slid his raw hard cock into me with a sigh.  He was hung, almost as
much as Ben by the way he filled out my wet, cum-sloppy ass, but not nearly
as long and clearly very turned on by the way I had just been filled with
the long arm of the law mere metres away.

He rutted me against that log like an animal in heat, long hard thrusts
that cared nothing for my enjoyment and directly purely at the pleasure of
the stranger behind me.  Pinned like that and weak from sex, I whimpered as
I accepted the rape-fuck, the fuck noises in my throat soon silenced by
another stranger plugging my throat with his needy cock.  They spit-roasted
me like that roughly, no synchronicity or grace in their fucking, just
rutting animals getting their rocks off.

The guy in my face pulled out to paint my face with his load (and it was a
big one), coating my cum-crusty face with a fresh coat of thick man juice
that covered my eyes in goey warmth.  The guy behind me held my head still
as rustling leaves signalled that there was a changing of the guard – a
fresh cock shoved into my open throat and fucked roughly while the
mysterious assailant behind me grunted as he got close.

"Take my load bitch" he hissed as he shoved one last time, deep deep into
my bowels and injected his essence into the mingled mess of Roger, Mike and
Ben's cum already inside me.  He stayed inside me pumping his seed as the
other guy came too, again choosing to paint yet another thick, warm load on
my face and hair rather than feeding me with mother nature's own, original
nutritious protein shake.

The tops both pulled out more or less at the same time, and the whisper of
rustling leaves signalled their departure.  I stood up slowly and wiped the
thickest of the coagulating cum gunk from my eyes.  I was alone. Even the
first bottom had managed to crawl his exhausted ass away.  I pulled on my
shorts and tank top, hoping the cops were well and truly gone- there was no
way I was going to be able to hide what I had just been up to with all the
cum on my person.  I smelled like the rubbish bin after a fraternity porn
wanking party, or the spooge rag of a teenage boy.

Fortunately, the park was now deserted and there was almost nobody in sight
on the way to my car. The only person I saw was the one leaning against it,
with his big bulging arms and chest steaming in the cool night air, one
hand lazily palming what looks to be a swelling bulge in his jeans.

"I need a ride home bro." Ben says, gesturing at me to get the door open,
"and I know you don't mind."

I nod tiredly as we get in my car. Ben gets in beside me. I pull out and
start driving home.

Ben breathes deep, chuckling as he says: "You smell like sex mate and in
fact," he reaches over, wiping a finger through the cream on my face,
"you've still got cum on your face." Ben laughs. "What a fucking slut."

At a stop light as we are nearing his serviced apartment, Ben grabs my hand
and puts it in his lap where his bulge is rapidly expanding.

"I think you need to come up mate." Ben rumbles, "and make sure you put
plenty of cash in the meter."

I felt my sore butt twitch at his husky voice and my pulse quicken again.
Looks like my night is just getting started.

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