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Cocksucker: Cum Bucket

By: silkstockingslover



Summary: Shemale and others gangbang straight crossdressing anal virgin. 

You do not need to read the first parts to enjoy this story of a straight man's hotel orgy of gay submission. In case you are curious how this straight married man got into this predicament, here is a brief summary of the first three chapters of "Cocksucker": 

Chris, a married straight man, is stuck at the airport when his flight is delayed. While waiting at the bar he is slyly seduced by a younger man. After submitting to him in a washroom stall, he must complete seven humiliating tasks to get his wedding ring back. Task one was to walk around with cum on his face until he got to his hotel room hundreds of miles away, and to tell the woman at the check in why he was late for his flight (Hewas sucking cock in the bathroom). 

Task two was to service a very gay hotel clerk and begin his training as a cocksucker. He also gets his first blow job from a man. Disobeying an order from his Master also leads to a punishment that has him sucking an older man's cock. 

Task three was to go and purchase lingerie at an adult store and wear it underneath his clothes at all times. This led to a visit to a glory hole and the beginning of cross-dressing. He also ends up learning the older man he sucked last night is his boss's father, which complicates matters greatly. 

I hope you enjoy the continuing adventures of a straight married man who discovers everything he thought he knew about his sexuality was a lie. 

NOTE: Thanks to Goamz86, Robert and MAB7991 for editing this story. 

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I got to the restaurant and, of course, James (my boss Kevin's father who I had secretly blown twice) was there, too, and offered me a seat beside him. Besides Kevin and his father, two potential clients were there, too. 

Dinner included a lot of whiskey, great food and bullshit sex talk. Once dinner was done, James grabbed my hand under the table and placed it on his cock. I rubbed it slyly under the table for the next few minutes as the conversation shifted to business. 

I continued rubbing his cock as I talked business. Eventually, the meeting done, Kevin paid and asked, "Do you want to go to the strip club with us?" 

"Oh no, I am supposed to Skype with Laura," I said, seeing it was after eight and I was already late for my next cocksucking session what had already been planned by m Master. 

"You are so whipped," he teased me. 

James whispered, "I'll be knocking on your door whenever I get home." 

"I might be in bed," I said. 

"All the better," he replied. 

I walked back to the hotel quickly, well, it was more of a run, really, as I worried I would miss Oliver or them (if his promise of bringing a friend, or friends, was true). I shook my head at the silliness that I was worried about missing my chance to suck a twink's cock. 

I got to the hotel and saw that Oliver wasn't at the front desk. I got up to my room and opened the door and almost had a heart attack, as I walked in on Oliver getting ass fucked by a hairy Italian looking man while he sucked the cock of another young looking twink. 

"Get naked," the Italian looking man ordered, as he slammed into Oliver. 

Oliver took the cock out of his mouth and said, "Sorry, cocksucker, we started without you." 

"How did you get in here?" I asked. 

"I woooork here, silly," he said as he literally squealed from the cock in his ass, before taking the other cock back in his mouth. 

The hairy Italian man ordered again, his accent confirming my original assessment of his nationality, "Get naked, cocksucker." 

Like I seemed to do all the time lately, I obeyed. Once he saw I was wearing a bra, the Italian looking man laughed, "Shit, we have ourselves an adorable little girl here. Are you wearing panties too?" 

"Yes, sir," I nodded, as I began to pull down my pants. 

"Sir, I fucking love it," the Italian said, as he continued pounding away hard into Oliver's ass. "Oh shit, he is wearing pantyhose too. This is fucking too rich. Keep on the girlie shit for now, cocksucker and come join me on the bed." 

I obeyed again, now only in girl's lingerie. 

From the bed, he gestured to me to move beside him. Once I was there, he pulled his cock out of Oliver's ass and shoved it straight into my mouth. Although it wasn't overly long, it was ridiculously thick and it stretched my mouth. He fucked my mouth as if he was fucking a cunt or ass, his whole cock filling my mouth so completely that his abundant pubic hair went up my nose and his balls bounced off my chin. 

I should have felt humiliated, but humiliation no longer seemed to be an emotion I could feel. Instead, I just enjoyed the opportunity to be used and to please. 

"And you say he never sucked cock before yesterday?" The Italian asked. 

"No, he was straight and pure," Oliver said. 

"Well, he has a great pair of cocksucking lips," the Italian approved, as he kept fucking my face. 

After a few more deep thrusts, he pulled out of my mouth and slid his cock back in Oliver's ass. I watched Oliver take the thick cock in his ass and instantly wondered again what it would be like to have one in mine. 

The other guy, whose cock was still in Oliver's mouth, said, "It looks like our new little play toy wants a cock in his ass." 

"N-n-no, I don't," I stammered. It was one thing to be curious, but another to actually go through with it. 

"You are practically drooling as you watch Oliver get his man pussy pounded," he said. 

Oliver took the cock out of his mouth and moaned, "Leave Chris alone, Zeke. He is still coming to grips with who he is." 

Truer words had never been spoken. I wanted to suck all their cocks, I wanted to be treated like a cocksucking whore, I wanted to be called names, but I wasn't sure I wanted a cock in my ass...it was intriguing and yet somehow it crossed a line I wasn't ready to cross. Instead, I was hoping the toys I bought would be a good starter to see, at my own pace, if I liked something in my ass. 

"What do you say cocksucker? Do you want to become the full service twink you obviously crave to be?" The Italian asked. 

The words 'crave to be' fazed me as did being called a twink. Before yesterday they would have been absurd, yet now, after taking a plethora of cocks in my mouth, dressed as a girl, it was becoming confusing. I didn't crave a cock in my ass, but I did crave a cock in my mouth. I answered, "Sir, I am not ready for my ass to be fucked, but I would love to suck all three of your cocks like the hungry cocksucker I am." 

Zeke laughed, "Well, I can't resist such an offer. Get on the floor, cocksucker." 

I quickly obeyed, giddy with excitement and hungering to have a cock back in my mouth. Zeke quickly shoved his cock in my mouth as Oliver said, still getting reamed from behind, "His Master wants him to practice getting face-fucked today." 

"That I can make happen," the twink laughed, as he began pumping his cock in and out of my mouth. It wasn't big, but he was very rough. He held my head, as he fucked my face and said, "Oh, fuck, you have a great cocksucking mouth, faggot."  

I just focused on not gagging as he held me firmly and plundered my mouth. My slobbering sounds were loud, and his balls bouncing off my chin turned me on as I began rubbing my cock through my pantyhose and panties. 

"Don't you dare touch that cock, cocksucker. Cocksuckers suck cock first and if they are good they may be allowed the privilege of getting to come," The Italian ordered. 

I instantly obeyed, moving my hand away from my iron stiff cock and continuing to focus on the cock pounding away at my mouth. 

I heard movement on the bed and was instructed, "Take a cock in each hand cocksucker, keep them nice and hard for that pretty mouth of yours." 

I again obeyed, stroking the two cocks while sucking a third. 

A moment later, Oliver said, "My turn," and the twink let go of my head and pulled his cock out. I looked up and saw I was surrounded by three cocks, three hard, yummy cocks. I leaned forward and took Oliver's long cock in my mouth and, without instruction, began bobbing hungrily back and forth. 

"I still can't believe he had no clue he was a cocksucker before yesterday," the Italian said, his tone implying he was in awe of just how big a cocksucker I was. 

Oliver laughed, "He seems to be making up for lost time." 

"Well, let's help him do that," the Italian said, ordering, "My turn, cocksucker. Come clean Oliver's ass off my cock." 

Again, such a task should have been disgusting, but since I had already done it, it was just another perverse moment in the subversion of my old life into my new life as a cocksucker. 

Over the next fifteen plus minutes, I just moved from cock to cock, getting face-fucked by three cocks of very different shapes and sizes. Each would slam into my face for a minute or two before giving way to the next cock. My jaw was sore, my knees were burning when the Italian asked, "Ready for the circle jerk boys?" 

I didn't know what a circle jerk was but I soon learned as all three men started jerking off, their cockheads aimed directly at my face. I understood instantly that I was going to get covered with cum. Again, it should have been humiliating, but instead I couldn't wait to feel their sticky seed spray my face, although I was disappointed to not be able to feel them shoot their loads in my mouth. 

I watched the three men stroke their cocks, unsure which one to be ready for first. Eventually, Zeke, 'what a funny name for a twink' I thought to myself, said, "Look at me twink-in-training." I instantly obeyed even as I processed being called a 'twink-in-training.' Seconds later his cum shot out of his cock covering my forehead, face and chin, I couldn't resist as I leaned forward and devoured his cock, hungry to sample a taste of his cum. 

Oliver grunted, "Turn to me, cocksucker." I reluctantly took one cock out of my mouth, getting just enough of his seed to desperately want more. I was just turning my head when the first shot hit me directly on the cheek. The second and third ropes of cum hit my nose, lips and a bit landed in my mouth as I opened wide...wanting as much cum as these men were willing to give me. 

The Italian grabbed my head and shoved his cock in my mouth and roughly fucked my face again. I prayed he was going to deposit a load of cum down my throat, but after a few hard deep thrusts he pulled out and added a third load of cum all over me. 

All three men spent. The Italian said, "I'm thirsty, cocksucker. Go get me a Coke from the end of the hallway." 

I stood up, thankful to be off my knees, as I reached for my jeans. "Go as you are cocksucker. True cocksuckers are not ashamed by who they are." 

"Can I at least wash my face?" I asked. 

"Of course, not," he laughed. "Cocksuckers swallow or wear the cum they are privileged to have shot on their pretty faces with pride." 

"Say cheese," Oliver said, his phone now out. 

I smiled like a dirty slut, suddenly curious what I looked like with three loads of cum all over my face. 

"Now go get me a fucking Coke," the Italian ordered. 

"Get three," Zeke said. 

"And ice," Oliver added. 

"Yes, sirs," I nodded. Although I thought I couldn't feel humiliation any more...I was wrong. The idea of going out dressed in a bra, panties and pantyhose, my face coated with three loads of cum was definitely humiliating. Yet, I felt compelled to obey. 

I grabbed the ice bucket and my wallet, took a deep breath and headed out of the safety of my room and to the hallway praying it would be empty. Thankfully, it was, and I reached the vending machine without incident. 

My hands trembled as I tried to quickly put the bills in the machine. I had two sodas done when I heard girls giggling down the hallway. I got the last soda and moved to the ice machine where I quickly got the ice bucket filled as the girls' voices got closer. 

Rushing, I dropped all three sodas and was bending down to pick them up when the young women arrived. 

"Oh my," one said, as I quickly picked up the cans and stood up, revealing my fully erect cock in my panties. 

"Is that cum all over your face?" the other girl asked. 

I said, "Excuse me," as I rushed passed them, my face red as the flames of hell, and I scurried to my room. 

"Nice ass," one called out from behind laughing. Reaching my door, I realized I didn't leave it open and had to knock...my public humiliation getting extended. 

"Hello," Zeke said. 

"Please, let me in," I replied, as I heard the elevator door beginning to open. 

"What are you?" He asked. 

"A cocksucker," I whispered. 

"I can't hear you. You better speak up," Zeke said, clearly enjoying my humiliation. 

People exited the elevator as I said, "I'm a cocksucker." 

"Oh my," said a woman from behind. Her voice appeared to be that of an older woman. 

The door opened and I quickly entered my room and slammed the door. 

Zeke asked, "Meet any new people?" 

"Yes," I said. "A bunch who think I'm a sick, twisted pervert." 

"Which you are," the Italian said. "Now bring me my Coke." 

I handed out all three Cokes as Oliver said, looking in my bag of toys, "You have made some interesting purchases today." 

I couldn't go any redder as I stammered, "M-m-master instructed me to." 

"Pull out the wall cock," the Italian said. 

"Not now," I said, not comfortable with them watching me experiment. 

"I wasn't asking," he said. "It's either the wall cock or my cock, you choose." 

I sighed, feeling that I was incapable of saying no, as I went to the bag and pulled it out. I also grabbed the lube knowing I would need a lot of it. 

Zeke said, "I would love to watch this faggot sodomize himself, but my shift begins in twenty minutes." 

I gasped as I watched him put on a police uniform and I asked, stunned, "You're a cop?" 

"Yep," he shrugged. 

I always envisioned cops as burly men and to see a clear twink as a cop was just another earth shattering revelation that nothing was as it seemed. 

"Oliver, help our little cocksucker," the Italian said. 

Oliver grabbed the cock and connected it to the wall across the foot of the bed as Zeke left. "On all fours." 

I looked at him and said, "I am not sure I can do this." 

"I'm here," he said, all soft and reassuring. "I'll make sure we do it right." 

"Okay," I agreed, somehow feeling more relaxed with his help as I dropped onto all fours. 

Oliver tugged my panties and pantyhose down enough to get to my asshole and poured an abundance of lube down my ass cheeks. 

"Now slowly back up," Oliver instructed. 

I wordlessly obeyed, curious to find out what it felt like, yet not liking having an audience. 

I felt the cock head between my cheeks and I paused. 

"Keep going, Christina," the Italian said. 

Hearing him change my name to feminine was another embarrassing moment and yet it made my already stiff cock flinch. 

I obeyed, moving back and feeling the cockhead at my anal entrance. 

"Go slow," Oliver suggested, his hand gently rubbing my back. 

I continued at a snail's pace as I felt my ass reject the first attempt to be violated. Yet, with an extra push I felt my ass widen and allow the mushroom top to enter me. A slight pain hit me, but nowhere near what I was expecting, as I paused and got used to having something just inside my ass. 

"Keep going, Christina," the Italian ordered. 

I obeyed again, being called a girl somehow only enhancing the thrill of sexual submission. 

I had just begun to move back more, taking in another inch, when there was a knock at the door. I froze. 

"Ask who it is," the Italian ordered. 

I called out nervously, "Who is it?" 

"Management," a female voice answered. 

The Italian ordered, "Don't move, Christina," as he got up, still buck naked, his semi erect cock dangling between his legs, and went to the door. 

He opened the door, to my dismay, and said, "Hello, boss." 

"I should have known it was you two. I had a complaint of a man walking down the hallway in girl's clothing," she said, shaking her head and walking in. Seeing me, she said, "This is new." 

Oliver explained, "He is leery of taking a cock in the ass, Debbie." 

"Doesn't look like it," she said, looking down at me. She was a very pretty brunette with long legs in black pantyhose. 

"It's his first time," Oliver explained. 

"Her first time," the Italian corrected. 

"How did you hook this one in?" She asked, looking me over. 

Oliver recapped the story as I sat there silently with a couple inches of plastic cock in my ass. 

"Is that true?" She asked me. 

"Yes, ma'am," I admitted, being caught in the act by a woman as pretty as her only compounding my humiliation, which apparently had no limitations. 

"Well, keep taking that cock in your ass," she instructed. 

I obeyed yet another stranger as she asked, "Is he a good cocksucker?" 

The Italian answered, "She has potential." 

"I think I will see for myself, Antonio," she replied, pulling down her skirt. I looked up to see a cock outlined in her pantyhose. 

My eyes went wide as I stopped backing up on the cock that was unnaturally stretching my ass. 

She laughed, "Never met a she-male, cocksucker?" 

"No, ma'am," I answered, having only seen them in porn. 

"Want to suck my cock?" She asked, tugging her pantyhose down and releasing her cock from the nylon prison. 

Staring at the smallish five inch cock, my mouth watering as usual, I didn't hesitate as I answered, "I would love to suck your cock, ma'am." 

"He is so adorable," she smiled, kneeling down, her cock aimed directly at my mouth. 

"She," Antonio corrected. 

"Semantics," she shrugged, as her cock dangled like a carrot right in front of me. "But you really are a cute little cocksucker, boy or girl." 

"Thank you," I said, like the twink I was beginning to realize I was. 

"Now you can have this cock as soon as that ass of yours is full," she said, tapping her cock on my hungry lips. 

"Yes, ma'am," I agreed, willing to do almost anything to feel her yummy cock in my mouth. 

Slowly, I continued to move back, a pain appearing that burned my insides. I paused again as Antonio said, "Hurry up, Christina, get that ass nice and ready for cock." 

My eyes again went wide at the obvious implication of his words. He wanted to fuck my ass. 

Oliver tried to comfort me. "Honey, we won't do anything to you that you don't want to do." 

"Oh. he wants cock in his ass," Antonio confidently said. 

It was true, as I filled my ass with plastic cock; I wondered constantly what it would be like to have a real one in me. The toy in me felt both good, because it was so naughty and bad, but the simmering pain had yet to go away. 

Debbie said, "It will hurt at first, baby, but just slam your ass back and take it all inside that cute man-cunt of yours. It will be like jumping in a cold lake...at first it will paralyze you, but once you get used to it...you will be submerged in it." 

"O-o-okay," I stammered, not ready for any more searing pain in my ass. 

Her hands went onto my shoulders and she said, "I will push you back on three. One, two, three." 

"Fuuuuuuuuuuuuck," I screamed, feeling as if I had been impaled. The excruciating pain coursed through my very being and yet I also felt a rush of pleasure at completing the seemingly impossible task. 

"Just get used to the cock in your ass while you soothe yourself with this," Debbie said, offering her cock to me. 

I opened wide and took her cock in my mouth. 

Oliver explained, "Today is supposed to be about training him to get face-fucked." 


Cocksucker: Cum Bucket



"Well, that I can definitely oblige," Debbie said, beginning to slowly fuck my mouth. "Get used to my cock, baby. I want to slam all this cock in those girly lips of yours." 

I just focused on her cock, which distracted me form the pain still burning in my ass. 

Her cock slid in and out slowly, each forward thrust going a little deeper in my mouth. 

I gagged briefly as more of her cock filled me. She instructed, "Focus only on my cock, baby. Nothing else in your life matters but my cock." 

With my ass full, a she-male fucking my mouth, and two gay men watching me, I somehow felt completely at ease and couldn't remotely disagree with her assessment that nothing else mattered. Not my job, my wife or my kids...just her cock. This was what I was meant to do...suck cock. I had never felt more comfortable about anything in my life as I had these past two days when a cock was in my mouth. 

I tried moving my head wanting to impress her; I wanted to hear her moan; I wanted to feel her cum slide down my throat. 

After a couple more minutes, she ordered, "Now I want you to move your body forward to take my cock and then back to fuck your own ass." 

"Yes, ma'am," I agreed, wanting to just obey and please. 

She moved back a couple of inches and said, "Come and get it, baby." 

Meanwhile, Antonio ordered, "Oliver, get over here and suck my cock." 

I eagerly obeyed Debbie, the idea of obeying her overwhelming everything else, including the reality that I was about to ass-fuck myself while sucking a she-male's cock. 

I leaned forward, took her cock in my mouth and then backed up taking the plastic toy back in my ass. The burn was still there but lessened as I slowly got into a rhythm of sucking her and fucking myself. The pain eventually went away and an indescribable pleasure began to rise. I wanted the cock to go deeper, I wanted it to be longer, I wanted it to be thicker. After a few minutes of back and forth sucking and fucking, my pace increasing until I was riding the cock and taking it all in my ass, Debbie finally spoke. 

"Will you do something for me, honey?" She asked, as she pulled her delicious cock from my lips. 

"Anything, ma'am," I moaned as I continued fucking myself, my insatiable hunger to please all that mattered. 

"Will you let me be the first in that cute ass of yours?" She asked. 

I wanted something warm and hard in my ass, and she was both. I stammered, "I'd l-l-love too, but I'm still nervous." 

"I'll go slow, sexy," she smiled. She was so sexy that her words just screamed 'obey'. 

"Okay," I whispered, knowing I was going to be in for one hell of a ride. 

"Get up and bend over the table, baby," she instructed. 

"Yes, ma'am," I agreed, happy to be off my knees. The plastic cock slid out of me and I stood up and stretched, almost falling, forgetting I had pantyhose on and part way down my legs. I looked to the bed to see Oliver slowly sucking Antonio's cock. 

Antonio, meanwhile, was texting. He asked, "Christina, do you want more cocks for those pretty lips?" 

The question surprised me. I had assumed we were nearing the end of my hotel submission. 

When I didn't answer, he said, "I'll take that as a yes." 

I couldn't believe how, once the ball of submission started rolling, it seemed literally impossible to stop it. I didn't have a lot of time to consider the newest development as Debbie's hands were on my hips. 

"Relax baby," she purred. 

It shouldn't have been easy to relax when I was about to lose my anal virginity, yet an odd tranquility descended upon me. Getting fucked was just the next natural progression in my journey to submissive cocksucker. I replied, "I'm ready for your cock, ma'am." 

"Good girl," she said, as I felt her cockhead between my ass cheeks. 

"Shove it in," I requested, wanting to feel her cock in me. 

"You really want it?" she asked, her cockhead at my rosebud, teasing me relentlessly. 

"Fuck my man-cunt," I begged. "I want it baaaaaad." 

Her cock slammed into me, a searing pain hit me, yet a coursing pleasure at the realization that I was getting fucked instantly dulled it. "All in, my little slut," Debbie informed me. 

"Use me as you wish, Mistress," I whimpered, wanting to feel her cock moving in and out of me. I also added the word 'Mistress' to let her understand I was completely at her whim. 

"Shit, you are the most eager little straight slut ever," she said, as she began slowly fucking me. 

"Oh yes, fuck your slut," I moaned, the pain, although there, irrelevant as the sexual thrill of submission brought such ultimate pleasure to me. 

"Slow down, Oliver. I want to shoot my load in our new faggot's mouth," I heard Antonio say. 

My mouth again watered with the thought of Antonio's cock in it, as I moaned, "Come fuck my face, sir." 

Antonio laughed, "Fuck, we have created a fucking horny little slut." 

I moaned in response as Debbie began pumping my ass faster. I felt like a girl, a slut, and I loved it. I wanted a cock in my mouth, I wanted her cum in my ass, I wanted this euphoria of sexual submission to never end. 

Antonio's cock appeared in front of my face, and I opened wide as he shoved it in my mouth. Leaning over the table, I couldn't do anything but take his cock in my mouth and allow him to use it as he pleased...and he did...fucking my face roughly. Meanwhile, Debbie followed suit by slamming her cock into me hard, forcing my body to move forward and have Antonio's cock go even deeper into my mouth. 

I felt so full, so slutty and so liberated, just as Gary had predicted, as I was used as a personal fuck-toy by two strangers. 

After a couple of minutes of being spit-roasted by two cocks, Antonio grunted and, without a word, filled my mouth with his cum. I eagerly swallowed every drop, not that I had much choice as he continued fucking my face. 

Debbie asked, a moment later, "Where do you want my cum, slut?" 

"Wherever you want to put it, Mistress," I answered, wanting to let her make all my decisions for me. 

"Do you want me to give you your first load of cum up that pretty cunt of yours?" she asked, continuing to pound me hard. 

"Oh yes, Mistress, breed my cunt," I moaned, wanting to know what it felt like to be a true girl and have a cock cum inside her cunt. 

Just then my phone rang. 

Antonio grabbed the phone and ordered, "Answer it." 

The ring tone told me it was my wife and I protested, "It's my wiiiiife." 

He pressed answer and handed it to me. I said, trying not to moan, "Hi, honey." 

"How was supper?" she asked, realizing Antonio had put me on speakerphone. 

"It was alright," I answered, as Debbie continued fucking me, but now slower. 

"Did you do anything else?" she asked. 

"Just came back to the hotel to watch porn," I answered, which was kind of correct if you ignored the reality that I was not really watching it, but living it. 

"Gay porn?" she joked, after our last conversation. 

"And she-male porn," I quipped, which made Debbie give a harder thrust in my ass. 

"Have you come yet?" she asked. 

"Not yet," I answered. "I'm allowing the pleasure to last as long as I can." 

"Hmmmmm," she said. "Will you come for me now?" 

"Tell me a dirty story," I said, as my left hand went to my cock. 

"Well, tonight while you were out for dinner, I had dinner too. The big cock of one of my ex-students," she began. 

I moaned, "Did he only do your ass as I requested?" 

"Well, I took his first load down my throat. At that young viral age they can get it back up in seconds. Well, truthfully, they never go down," she continued. 

"Oh God," I moaned, as Oliver moved under the table and took my cock in his mouth. 

"You like listening to stories of me cheating on you?" she asked. 

"Oh yes, baby," I moaned. "Keep telling me your slutty story." 

Debbie resumed slamming her cock into my ass, while Oliver deep throated my cock, as Laura continued, "Well, he ate my cunt for an eternity, getting me off three or four times before he ordered that I straddle his big cock and lower my ass on it." 

"Oh God, Laura, I'm soooo close," I moaned. She thought it was because of her dirty story, but Oliver's mouth and Debbie's cock had me feeling pleasure unlike anything I had ever experienced. 

"I rode with my ass, taking all eight inches deep in me as I bounced up and down on his delicious cock. He called me his teacher slut," she said, her voice dripping with naughtiness. 

"You sluuuut," I moaned, Debbie's thrusts so hard that the table was pushed forward, forcing my cock deeper into Oliver's hot mouth. 

"He lasted forever, but eventually he filled my ass with his hot seed," she continued, just as I felt my ass sprayed with cum. Debbie continued fucking my ass, unloading every drop of her cum in my bowels. 

"Shhhhhhhhit," I screamed, a moment later, as I shot my own load into Oliver's mouth. 

"You coming, baby?" she asked. "Coming from listening to me take a big hard cock up my ass?" 

"Yesssss," I whimpered, Debbie's cock still in my ass and Oliver still slowly bobbing on mine. 

"You're a very bad boy," she cooed. 

"So baaaaad," I agreed. 

"Do you like the idea of your wife being a little slut?" she asked. 

"God, yes," I answered. 

"An ass whore?" she continued. 

"As long as that cunt of yours is left for me," I said, Debbie pulling out of my well-fucked ass. 

"I can't make any promises," she said. 

Just then there was another knock at the door. 

Thinking on my feet, I said, "Oh, room service is here. I ordered some special dessert and a cocktail. It has been a LONG, HARD, day. Can I call you tomorrow?" 

"Sure, honey, it's been a LONG, HARD, day for me, too," she said, her words dripping, with innuendo. 

Another knock on the door. 

"Good night, honey," I said, as Oliver moved out from under the table. 

"Good night," she replied and hung up. 

"The reinforcements are here," Antonio announced, the plural use of reinforcements both turning me on and scaring me. 

"I should get back to the front desk," Debbie said, putting her cock away. 

"Answer the door, Christina," Antonio ordered. 

"Yes, sir," I nodded. I pulled my pantyhose and panties up, walked to the door, cum slightly leaking from my ass, my face sticky with dried cum, to admit more strangers to serve. After coming, I usually am either tired, or feel guilty for jerking off...yet now I felt neither tired nor guilty (I should have felt both). Instead, I felt a hunger to swallow more cum, take another cock in my ass and be used like the girl I had become. 

I opened the door without checking the peephole and saw two men standing there. Neither looked remotely gay. One was bald and tattooed, while the other had long hair as if the eighties hadn't ended yet. 

"Wow, Antonio wasn't exaggerating," the bald one said. 

"Come on in, boys," Antonio called out. 

I moved out of the way as the two men entered my room of gay submission. 

The long haired one said, "We don't have much time. We are on stage in an hour." 

"This is a cum and go," Antonio chuckled. 

The bald man looked at me and said, "Knees, faggot." 

"Yes, sir," I agreed, moving to him and dropping to my knees. 

"Pull out my cock, bitch," he ordered. 

My hands no longer trembled out of nervousness as I eagerly pulled out his still small cock. 

"Get it nice and big, cocksucker," he instructed. 

I obeyed, taking his cock in my mouth, eager to feel it grow inside me. I started slowly, wanting to enjoy the sensation of its slow growth. I moaned on the cock, letting him know I was enjoying serving him. 

Debbie said, "Have fun boys," before leaving. 

Antonio said, "Ben, his ass is available too." 

"Great," I heard the other stranger say. 

A moment later I felt hands on my shoulders, and was instructed by Ben, "On all fours, faggot." 

"Yes, sir," I said, the bald man's now seven inch thick cock fully hard. 

I got onto all fours on the floor as the bald man lay on the carpet. 

Ben pulled my pantyhose and panties back down my legs and got behind me. 

I took the bald man's cock back in my mouth as I felt my ass cheeks pulled apart. I had no idea what size cock Ben had, but prayed it wasn't any, bigger than Debbie's. 

I began bobbing up and down as I felt the other cock slowly enter my ass. 

"Holy shit, he is fucking tight," Ben grunted, as he widened my ass more than Debbie had, the mixture of pain and pleasure back again. 

"He's a she," Antonio continued to correct all that referred to me in the masculine tense. 

"Well, she has the tightest cunt I've fucked in a long time," Ben replied. 

"He was a virgin twenty minutes ago," Oliver added. 

"Well, let's teach her how to be a cum bucket," Ben said, another new derogatory term that somehow turned me on. I had already taken a lot of loads in my mouth and one in my ass, I was indeed playing the role of cum bucket today. 

Ben's cock slowly filled my ass and it was definitely both wider and longer than Debbie's as he reached new depths in my no longer virgin ass. 

The bald man surprised me coming rather quickly, giving me a full load of cum in just a couple of minutes. It was the most a man had come in my mouth yet, and a little of his cum slipped out of my mouth and dropped onto the floor. 

Ben, meanwhile, began fucking my ass and, instead of slow strokes to get me used to him, he began fucking me hard, creating a new burning sensation that was not going away. 

The bald man ordered, "Clean up the cum you missed, cocksucker." 

I lowered myself to the ground, even as my body was being slammed forward, and licked up the cum from the carpet. 

"Good girl," he condescendingly said, patting my head. 

"Thank you, sir," I ridiculously replied. 

"Like my cock in your cunt, slut?" Ben asked. 

"I loooove it," I whimpered, meaning it even though it was causing me incredible pain...the underlying pleasure had me wanting more. 

Bald guy moved away and Oliver replaced him. "Time to return the favour," Oliver smiled. 

"Of course," I said, taking his cock back in my mouth like it was candy...which it had become to me. 

Ben kept slamming into my ass and after a couple more minutes, the pain almost gone, he grunted and I got a second load of cum in my man-cunt. He kept spraying his seed in me as I continued bobbing up and down on Oliver's erect lollipop. 

Ben pulled out and was replaced almost instantly by Antonio who said, "Move it Ben, time to really destroy this girl's cunt." 

Antonio slammed into me completely without warning and I screamed on Oliver's cock like the bitch I was, my ass again reaching new depths of invasion. 

"That's it slut, take all my cock," Antonio grunted, pounding my ass relentlessly. 

I literally squealed like a girl, unable to multi-task getting thoroughly impaled and sucking a cock at the same time. 

Oliver supported me, "Put your hands on my legs and just enjoy the ride, cocksucker." 

"Okkkkkkkay," I whimpered, feeling like I was being torn in two by Antonio's cock. 

"Tell me how much you like it, bitch," Antonio demanded, not slowing down his assault on my man-cunt. 

"I loooove it soooo much," I answered, which was true. The sensation of getting fucked was easily the most sexually thrilling moment of my life and I didn't want it to end. 

"Beg for it," he ordered, pulling out. 

Suddenly feeling empty and wanting to be filled, I begged like a slutty whore, "Oh God, fill my cunt with that big snake of yours. Fill your whore with your manly cum and make me your submissive fuck-toy biiiitch." 

He slammed back into me and resumed pounding my pussy. My breathing was erratic as he fucked me hard for a few minutes before finally releasing a third load of cum in my man-cunt. 

Oliver ordered, as Antonio pulled out of my cunt, "Finish what you started, cocksucker." 

I took his cock back in my mouth and bobbed hungrily, wanting at least one more load sliding down my throat this crazy, life-altering, incredible evening. 

Although my knees ached, my ass was leaking cum, all I wanted to do was swallow Oliver's load. I bobbed up and down and after a few minutes, my jaw now aching; I saw his legs tighten and was rewarded with one last load of cum. 

Utterly spent, my belly filled with cum, my ass dripping cum and my body aching, I stood up and went to the bathroom, realizing that only Oliver and Antonio were still in the room. I spent a few minutes in the washroom, returning to the room to see that both Oliver and Antonio were dressed. 

"Thanks, Christina, you were one good fuck," Antonio said, slapping my ass before heading out. 

Oliver said, "Master Gary has asked me to help you with task four tomorrow morning. You are to meet me at the front lobby at 11:30." 

"Why?" I asked. 

"Master Gary will tell you. By the way, I sent him quite a few pictures of your night, and even a video of the loss of your virginity," Oliver informed me. 

"Oh," was all I could muster. I knew that my marriage, my job and my reputation was on the potential brink of ruin, and I also knew that it was now completely out of my control. 

Oliver left me alone and I collapsed on the bed, too exhausted to shower. I had barely fallen asleep when there was a knock on my door. Groggily, I walked to it as the knocking persisted. Looking in the peephole, I saw it was James. 

Knowing what he wanted, I let him in even though I was no longer hungry for cock. 

I opened the door and looking at my attire he laughed. "Wow, you really are a faggot." 

I dropped to my knees, just wanting to get it over with, still barely awake, and fished out his cock. 

"Cute and eager, a great mix," he laughed, thinking I was eager to suck him and not eager to get rid of him. 

I took his cock in my mouth and began sucking. As I became more awake, my hunger for more cum woke up too, and I shifted from reluctant cocksucker to hungry cocksucker. 

"That's it," he groaned. "Take it all in that cocksucking mouth." 

I did and wasn't surprised when I got his second load of the crazy day a couple minutes later. The day had started with a load of his cum and ended the same way. Once done, he said, "I think you should offer your services to Kevin." 

"I could lose my job," I said, suddenly worried James was going to reveal my little secret to his son. 

"Or, you will become indispensable," James shrugged, putting his cock away. 

"Please don't tell him," I pleaded, still on my knees. 

"As long as you continue to be my cum bucket I have no reason to wreck a great thing," he shrugged, walking out the door. 

'Cum bucket,' I thought to myself, that is exactly what I had become. I crawled back into bed, completely exhausted, and fell asleep instantly, not even thinking of what lay ahead. 

***** 

The end for now... 

Coming next month: Cocksucker: Cum Slut