Sex stories

Back again to tell you the second part of that wild night. My body was still hot, my ass stretched and used, my head buzzing with pleasure. I had already been fucked raw earlier, but somehow my hole was still hungry. I got home thinking I’d calm down, but nah—my slut mentality was alive. I didn’t want romance or tenderness. I wanted raw, dirty, hardcore dick.
I jumped back online with one of my usual slutty profiles: sub, slut, hole, cum lover. Some guys wanted to fuck me right away, others called me names like “STI nest.” They didn’t know I stay tested and I’m on PrEP. I chat with everyone until I see a message from a guy I’d already hooked up with once. Let’s call him Miguel. Big cock, about 6 inches thick, 6.5 long, and I remembered how good he fucked me last time. He suggested a late hookup—11:30pm in his garage, 20km away.
At first he said he was too tired, but the slut in me jumped at the chance. I begged him: “I want you to drill me again, stack your cum on the load I already got.” That woke him up. Suddenly he was ready and waiting.
So I drove to his garage. Same setup: he’s chilling on the couch, I’m on my knees between his legs, sucking him hard. My rep is on the line—how fast can I get him hard? His cock’s got this crazy ridge around the middle, like a built-in cock ring. Every thrust stretches me wide, then tight again, over and over, and it makes me moan like a slut. My head keeps kissing against the couch, I’m drooling, gasping, loving every second.
He fucks me raw for 20 solid minutes, pounding steady, my tight hole squeezing that thick ridge every time. I’m thinking about the black bull who filled me earlier and now Miguel dumping more cum inside me. My ass is taking a beating tonight, but I love it. Finally he pushes deep and unloads another thick load inside me. I cum from my ass, brain exploding with slut joy.
We barely say goodbye—30 seconds and I’m back in my car, hole dripping, feeling like the cum lover slut I know I am.
But the night wasn’t over. At 3am, my phone buzzes—it’s the black bull from earlier. He’s back from partying, xxx and horny, and wants me again. He tells me straight: “Come to my place, slut. Meet me in the stairwell. You’re mine now.”
I couldn’t resist. My stomach twisted with excitement. I cleaned up quick and drove over. He opened the door, led me straight to the stairwell, bent me over the steps and lined up his thick black cock. He slid in raw, rough, and my hole screamed but begged for more.
He fucked me hard on those stairs, calling me his white slut, his cum lover. My head bounced off the steps, my body rocking up a stair with every thrust. I moaned, begged him to finish, to fill me again. And when he finally exploded, I felt wave after wave of hot cum flooding me—more than the first time.
We pulled up our clothes, no small talk. When I got home, I saw he’d already left a comment on my profile: “A real slut. Came running at 3am to take my dick again. Perfect slut hole.”
That night was insane. Two bulls, three loads, one ass. And yeah, the story isn’t finished yet.