Date: Sun, 26 May 2013 18:37:09 +0100 From: Jo Faggot Subject: Addicted - Chapter Three Thank you for all the messages of praise and support. You can find more information on faggots here: https://sites.google.com/site/whatisafggt/ If you have enjoyed the stories at Nifty, please think about donating to help keep them going: http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html -------------------------------------------------------------------------- Chapter Three When I was ready, Karim lead me down through a back set of stairs to the road at the back of the building. A large black town car was waiting there. I was wearing different clothes now. My old clothes had disappeared sometime during the blur that was last night. Instead, I had been provided with a loose fitting linen shirt, and a pair of high cut shorts. Apparently underwear was not an option. Clutching my wallet, keys and phone, I stepped into the back of the car. "I have all your contact details, yes?" Karim asked me. "Yes Karim. You do." "Good boy." He kissed me hard on the lips. "This is Omar. He'll take you where you need to go." Omar smiled slyly at Karim. "Nice to meet you," he said, shaking my hand. I felt a jolt as he turned around to me. He was a beautiful man, Indian or Pakistani with jet black hair. He looked a little bit older that me, and his smile was warm and inviting. "Right then, my boy. I will contact you soon. Make sure you keep your phone on you." I said goodbye to my new friend, and Omar pulled off into the street. He looked back at me through the rear-view mirror and said "It sounds like you made quite the impression," he said. I grinned embarrassingly. "They seemed to like me." We drove on for a few minutes. "Mr Akim told me that you are a very special boy and that I am to take good care of you." Did I see him lick his lips in the reflection? Just then my phone beeped indicating that I had a text message. 'Hi faggot,' it said, 'this is Akim. You are not going home. This is a test...' I looked at the message, confused. The phone pinged again. 'There is a camera in this car. I can see everything that happens. Take off your shirt.' I was shocked, just for a moment. And then I became unbelievably horny. This incredible adventure I was on was not yet over! I unbuttoned the shirt quickly, and threw it to the side. My nipples were rock hard and pointing straight out; I couldn't help tweaking them with my fingers. Omar was looking at me through the mirror again, and I licked my lips. Text: 'Very good faggot. What a whore you are. Whisper what you are in Omar's ear.' I leaned forward slowly. As I changed the angle to the mirror I could see that Omar was smiling as if extremely satisfied. I put my lips next to his right ear and whispered, "I am a faggot whore..." I happened to glance down then, into his lap. His cock was all the way out of his trousers, and it looked incredible. It was a deep grey-brown colour, and was resting on his thigh like a sleeping snake. The phone went again, and I sat back in the seat. 'Omar doesn't work for me.' The message left my heart pounding in my chest. What was going on? Text: 'You are a proper whore. Omar has paid me for the use of a faggot.' I wasn't sure how I could be scared and yet turned on at the same time. Text: 'Take off your shorts. I expect to hear good things. You know how Pakistani men love to rape white whores...' I put the phone aside, breathing heavily. I scooted forward on the seat, and pulled off the shorts. Just then, the car pulled into a large garage, and the daylight disappeared. Omar stopped the car, and slowly turned around in his seat. "Lean back in your seat, Faggot. Show me your pussy." I did what he said, rolling backwards until my pussy faced him. My little clit flopped to one side. Omar moved between the seats, and in the dim light I could see his cock was fully erect. It was about 9 inches long and it thrummed as he watched me. Then I saw that he was holding something small between his finger and thumb. "This is a magic crystal, Faggot. It's going right up your cunt. I am going to fuck it up there..." With a quick move he had his fingers at my hole. I felt something small and hard inserted there, and one of his fingers pushed it as far as it would go inside me. I let out a small moan, and he slapped me in the face. "Shut the fuck up, or my wife will hear." He squeezed his slender hips through the space between the two front seats, and aimed his cock head at my hole. I tried to relax, knowing how to take a forced intrusion like this, but something in the man's eyes scared me a little. He thrust his hips forward, and my pussy stretched to take in his cock. Something ripped slightly as he forced his way in, and I began to cry out. One of his hands clamped over my mouth, and it came out as a muffled moan. He drew back, and pushed in again. The pain was less intense, and by his third thrust I had relaxed. I open myself up inside, and tilted my ass upwards so as to get as much of him inside as possible. Still with his hand over my mouth, he leaned forwards until his face was very close to mine. I could see the sweat forming on the top of his pencil thin black moustache, and he began to whisper: "Can you feel me in there, whore? I bet you can. How about this!" On the last word he jammed himself up me hard. A wave of pleasure shot out from my pussy and my back arched. "The magic crystal should be deep within you now, Faggot. In a while it will make you pussy glow red hot. You won't be satisfied until you have taken all my friends inside you. He continued to fuck with hard jabbing thrusts, their frequency and intensity rising until at last he gave a loud groan himself. His cock swelled inside me, and I felt him gushing. When he was spent, he fell on top of me. His cock was shrinking, and eventually he pulled out of me. He spat in my face as he got himself up, and said, "Wait there whore." "Wait for my friends."