The Sex Slave Agreement 03

Thank you to Oldbroad76 for proofreading.

I had been John's sex slave for a little over a week. The pink, leather collar was always around my neck except for when I washed. To be honest, a lot of the time I forgot it was there, and when it wasn't, I felt naked without it.

Every morning I went to John's, where I gave him a blowjob. I had quickly adjusted to this new routine, to the point where if he had a lie in, I would wait impatiently for him to get up. It was as if I couldn't start my day without tasting his cum.

That voice in my head that was telling me that I was straight and only doing this to pay for my rent was going quieter and quieter. That did worry me, and the moments when that voice would come back I would question everything that I had done. I would feel guilty about cheating on Leanne, who was still under the impression that I had a job.

"Mmmm." I moaned loudly as a thick shot of cum landed across my tongue. The next hit the insides of my cheeks, followed by more and more that filled my mouth.

I had to gulp it down quickly, making sure not to waste any. I would then continue to suck John's cock, licking every last drop of cum until he started to go soft in my mouth.

"Thank you, Daddy." I said when I pulled away.

John was smiling down at me. It truly amazed me how easy it was for this god of a man to get hard. It seemed he never ran out of cum to feed me.

Cum... over a week ago the idea of it disgusted me. Now... well it was the main part of my diet.

I knew I had less than three weeks left of this, but I wasn't sure I could live without cum now.

"Good boy," John said, and then I sat down next to him. I was John's submissive, but he was very respectful to me all of the other times, "how's the job hunt going?"

"Not great," I told him. "I've applied for loads of jobs, but I only ever get rejections."

"Well, at least you know you won't be homeless any time soon." John told me.

At first that was the best part of this deal, but now, well his cum was the best part. Having my rent paid was just a bonus. Damn, my head was a mess!

"I've got a client soon," John told me. "Actually, I've got a few today, so I won't be back until around 5."

"Okay," I replied, wondering what I would do with my time.

What I did do was apply for more jobs and read some of my book. John returned at 5pm and summoned me to his apartment. When I walked in, I saw just how sweaty he had gotten from being a PT.

He was wearing a vest that barely covered his hairy body.

John grabbed me, pulled me close, and pressed his lips against mine. I melted immediately. I kissed him back, allowed this older, hairy man to run his tongue against mine.

It was only a few minutes later when we were both completely naked. His hot, sweaty body stuck against mine as our tongues attacked each other.

I reached down and wrapped my fingers around his massive cock, and then John did the same to mine.

"Ooh Daddy." I moaned into his mouth.

We stroked each other for a minute until John turned me around and bent me over the arm of his chair. I waited for his cock to prod at my puckering hole, but instead of his cock, it was his tongue.

"Ooooh fuck!" I moaned.

His strong fingers spread my ass cheeks while his tongue ate my asshole like it was his last meal.

"Mmmm." John moaned as he tongue fucked me.

I could feel every flick of his wet, warm tongue against my rim. My body was tensing and twitching, and then he pressed it deep inside.

"Yeeeess!" I moaned.

John spat onto my exposed hole before I felt his head line up with it. With having so much action, it was a lot easier for him to slide inside of me.

"Ooooh fuck, I love that!" I moaned.

My hands gripped onto the sofa while he penetrated my tight, little hole. I could feel every inch of his thick, long cock as he slid deeper and deeper. My rim gripped around him.

When I felt John's big, hairy balls press against my smaller, hairless balls, I arched my head back.

"Oooh, you're so fucking deep!" I moaned.

SPANK!

John's fingers dug into my ass cheeks.

"You love this cock don't you, fucking faggot." John grunted.

"Yes... yes..." I moaned, "Ooh god, I fucking love your cock!"

When I felt him grip my hips, I braced myself for a fucking, which he did not disappoint. I felt John's cock quickly sliding in and out of me, hitting my prostate over and over and making my body twitch. I was moaning like a dirty slut with every thrust.

John was ten minutes into fucking me when the ground started to vibrate. I barely even noticed as I was fully focused on the cock ruining my asshole.

John did stop fucking me, which I moaned about, until I heard his next words.

"It's your girlfriend calling you." He told me while his cock was eight inches inside my bowels.

My body froze, and my asshole gripped his cock.

The phone was held in front of me, and I expected John to pull out, but then I quickly realised he wasn't going to.

"I won't make you moan while you speak," He told me, "but you're gonna speak to her with my cock in your faggot asshole."

It was sick, but fuck, it turned me on.

My insides were filled with cock while I answered the phone to the girlfriend I was cheating on.

"H-hello?" I answered, doing my best to remain calm.

As dumb as it sounds, I tried to think how would I sound if I didn't have a cock inside me.

"Hey babe, where are you?" Leanne asked me.

John's hands were massaging my ass cheeks. I felt his cock twitch inside of me, which made me bite down on my bottom lip.

I didn't answer quick enough as Leanne spoke again.

"I'm outside your door," She said, and my heart nearly stopped. "I've been knocking, but I'm guessing you're out? Are you still at work?"

Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!

My girlfriend was a few feet and only one wall away from me bent over with a giant cock shoved up my ass. My head turned as my eyes were wide open. John must have heard what she said as he looked as shocked as me.

"I... I... I..." I stuttered but didn't move, leaving John inside me, "I'm just at my neighbour's."

What? Why the fuck would I tell her that?!

"Oh right," Leanne replied, "how come? Should I knock on there instead?"

Oh fuck! What do I say!

A million thoughts went through my head. I had talked myself into a corner. If I told her no, then she may have thought something was up.

I pleaded to John with my eyes.

Suddenly, he gave a quick thrust in and out of my asshole which made me nearly moan before he pulled his entire cock out. I felt the rim of my ass close once it was empty, and then John began to put on his clothes.

"Erm, yeah, sure, come knock on." I told her.

I hung up the phone before saying another word.

"Shit!" I whispered to John as I reached for my clothes.

"Don't worry," John said. "Just act like we were hanging out. She'll have no idea."

"You were just fucking me," I whispered as I pulled my jeans up as a knock appeared on the door, "and now she's here."

John laughed, which didn't help.

"She won't find out that her boyfriend's a faggot," John told me. "Just act normal."

Normal? How can I act normal? I can still feel my asshole as if his cock's in me!

There was another knock on the door as I pulled my top on. I felt sweaty and shaky. I swore I could smell sex in the room, but that could've been my imagination.

John went to answer the door, flashing me one last look to make sure I was ready, to which I nodded in reply.

The door opened, and my heart sank when I saw Leanne smiling at me.

She had cut her hair shorter since she went to Uni. Once she had long, brunette hair, but now it was shoulder length. She was still slim, wearing jogging bottoms and a hoodie which hid her slim frame. She flashed me a giant smile.

"Liam!" She shouted, then looked up at John. "Hi, I'm Leanne."

She extended her hand and John shook hers. Leanne was even smaller than me, so next to John she looked tiny.

"I'm John, Liam's neighbour." John said.

He was so calm, as if he wasn't just fucking her boyfriend.

Then she turned to me and ran over, forcing her small arms around my body and giving me a hug. I prayed to god that she couldn't smell sex.

"God, I've missed you." She said and kissed my cheek.

"How... how come you're back?" I nervously asked.

"Just thought I'd surprise you," She said and pulled back from the hug. "I hope that's okay?"

Past Leanne I saw John checking her out. Then he smiled at me, and my cock twitched.

"Yeah, of course it is." I told her.

"I know you'll be at work tomorrow, but I can just hang out at your place while you're out." She told me.

Fuck, now I've got to pretend I'm at work tomorrow!

John smile at me again when he heard that.

Leanne learned in to my ear.

"Can we go back to your place?" She whispered.

I nodded and together we left, but not before John flashed me a wink.

Once we were in my apartment I sat down, then Leanne jumped on me, straddling my waist and kissing me deeply.

"Right, I've been needing this for so long!" She said.

Leanne pushed her tongue into my mouth, and I let her in but it felt... different. Kind of wrong. Not nearly as good as John.

My girlfriend pulled her hoodie and t-shirt off, revealing that she had no bra on. For the first time in ages, I was staring at a woman's bare chest. Then she pulled her jogging bottoms down and pulled out my cock.

I watched as Leanne leaned down and took my hard cock into her mouth.

"Oooh." I moaned, but all I could think was... John sucks my dick better.

She bobbed up and down for a few minutes, barely taking half until she straddled me again and lined my cock with her wet, smooth pussy. Feeling someone so smooth felt strange, I was so used to John's hairy body.

Then Leanne began to slide down my cock.

"Oooh, I have missed this." She moaned.

She shoved her tongue into my mouth again and rode me on the sofa. It was nice. It had been a while since I had felt anything other than John's mouth or hand around my cock.

Within ten minutes both of us were cumming. I filled Leanne up, and then she sat down next to me on the sofa.

"So, how've you been?" She asked.

--

The next morning I woke up to my work alarm going off. Well, fake work alarm. I showered, but while in there I tried to think about what I was going to do. Am I just supposed to walk around until 5?

When I got out of the shower, I saw a text message on my phone.

John: Come to mine when you pretend to go to work.

My cock began to grow. It was the first morning in a while that the first thought when I woke up wasn't John's cock and cum. But that was all I thought about now.

I put on a pair of jeans and a smart shirt while Leanne remained in bed. She groggily woke up as I was leaving.

"Mmm, see you later, babe." Leanne whispered.

I leaned down to kiss her before leaving. Then I very quietly knocked on John's door. He opened it in just a pair of tight, white boxers and a smile.

"Come in." He whispered.

I entered, closing the door as quietly as possible so Leanne didn't hear. We went and sat on the sofa together.

"So, she thinks you're at work?" John asked.

I was ashamed. I was lying and cheating on my girlfriend. Before, when she wasn't here, I could convince myself that I was doing this just to get by. But now I've seen her and lied to her face, so I was battered with constant guilt.

I nodded, and then John's hand landed on my thigh.

"It's okay," John whispered. "I told you she won't find out about us, and she won't."

I knew he was trying to help, but it wasn't helping. But then his fingers touched my chin, and I turned to look at John. As I stared into his eyes, I did feel better. Then he leaned in, and I did absolutely nothing to stop John from kissing me.

With how the apartments were laid out I knew that on the other side of the wall that we were sat on was my girlfriend, in my bed, while I made out with this older man.

It was a slow, sensual kiss. Our tongues would roam against each other in the most delicious way. My lips turned moist as they met and broke. In a few short minutes, my hands found their way to John's body. I had almost forgotten that my girlfriend was on the other side of this thin wall.

But I didn't care. The craving for my morning breakfast was taking over. Without another thought I sunk down onto my knees between John's legs, and I pulled his boxers down. His big, monster cock sprung free, and I felt relief.

I plunged forward, taking him in my mouth and wrapped my lips around his shaft.

"Mmmm." I moaned. It was an itch I desperately needed scratched.

"There's a good bitch," John moaned. "Your girlfriend's sitting next door while you suck on my big cock... you are a true faggot."

"Mmmm." I moaned. For some reason, he was just turning me on more!

Which only made me increase my efforts. I was taking his big cock down my throat, doing my best to deep throat him. By now I was getting pretty deep, but I still couldn't take the whole thing.

"Let's see how big a sissy slut you are." John grunted.

His hands grabbed my head, and from his seated position John began to buck up and down, fucking my face.

"Gllg.... Gllg... gllg... gllg..." I gagged over and over as my throat got battered with his thick cock.

Spit began to pour down my chin, soaking me as he face fucked me. My own cock was begging for attention. God, I fucking loved it!

"That's it, faggot!" John moaned louder. "Take that fucking cock!"

He pushed my head as deep down as he could. My throat wrapped around his cock, attempting to swallow it, but that only forced another inch down.

"Glllllllggggg!" I gagged as my cheeks caved in.

I looked up with teary eyes while John smiled down at me, holding my head firmly. I would gag, then cough, and then the spit would fly past my lips and splash back against my face.

"Hold my cock down your throat, you fucking queer!" John roared louder than ever.

"GLLLLLLLGGGGGGG!!" I groaned as spit poured down my chin.

When he released me, my head whipped back, and I gasped for air. My face felt drenched with cum, and I was horny as fuck!

John reached down beneath me, and then I felt him press something to my mouth. I opened wide and accepted it. I realised it was the boxers he was wearing that were now being shoved into my mouth.

"Mmpphh?" I groaned.

John grabbed me, ripped my clothes off and then pushed me around. I was put on my knees on the sofa cushions, and my hands landed onto the wall where on the other side my girlfriend was in my bed.

John grabbed my hips and slapped his cock against my twitching hole until I felt his lips next to my ear.

"That's to keep you quiet as I fuck you with your girlfriend next door." He whispered and bit my ear lobe.

"Mmmmmfff!" I moaned into his boxers.

He put pressure onto my asshole with his cock and began to stretch me. I felt my hole open up and then grip around his head.

"Mmmmfff!" I moaned as my tight little hole took this bear's dick.

Inch by inch he impaled me as my palms pressed against the shared wall. I thought about Leanne, sat on the other side, probably on her phone, while her boyfriend had a giant cock destroying his asshole.

John's thigh pressed against my ass cheeks, and he was balls deep in me.

"There you go, you fucking faggot," John moaned. "Take that big fucking cock in your slutty little asshole!"

SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!

"Mmmmmfff!" I moaned in both pain and pleasure.

My ass cheeks burnt from his strikes, but fuck, did I love it! Then he started to fuck me. John was like a wild beast. He was hammering in and out of my asshole, truly trying to ruin my hole with his cock.

SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!

"Oooh, you fucking slut!" John shouted. "So fucking tight for a gay whore!"

"Mmmf.... Mmfff... mmffff!" I moaned with a mouthful of his boxers.

"Imagine if your girlfriend knew I was fucking her boyfriend!" He shouted. "If only she knew her boyfriend was a gay cock slut!"

"Mmmmmffff!!" I moaned even louder as his cock kept hitting the best spot inside me.

His entire length would pull out and then hammer back in. My body rocked, and on more than one occasion I banged my head against the wall.

"Mmmmf! Mmfff! Mmff!" I kept moaning, grateful to have his boxers in my mouth as Leanne would've otherwise clearly heard my voice.

I tensed my asshole around John's cock, gripping onto him like a vice as he throbbed inside of me.

"Oooh, that's it, you cum whore!" John moaned. "Tighten that fucking cunt around my cock! You want me to fill you up with cum like the slag you are?!"

"MMMMMMFFF!" I moaned and wildly nodded my head.

I couldn't explain it, but knowing that my girlfriend was a few inches away somehow made this even hotter.

"Here I cum, you fucking faggot!!" John shouted at the top of his lungs. "Urrrggghh fuuucck youuuu!!"

Then I felt it. The first shot of his thick hot cum was warming up my insides. It was powerful strikes hitting me over and over, filling me completely with his seed. I fucking loved it! Unfortunately, I just about couldn't cum.

John milked himself dry by using my asshole.

SPANK!

One hard, painful last strike on my red ass cheek before he pulled out.

I stayed still, my head pressed against the wall as I panted. My asshole was quivering, and his cum began to leak down me. There I remained for a few minutes while I caught my breath. That was until I felt John's hands turn me around and my ass landed on the sofa cushion.

He stood in front of me, the cock that had just filled my ass with cum inches from my face. Somehow, he was still hard.

"Now," John grunted, "clean my cock."

I looked up at him in disbelief, he had never once before tried to get me to suck his dick after fucking me. It had just been in my ass! I could see it shimmering with his cum that coated it in a thick layer. More cum leaked out of my asshole.

Then he grabbed my head tightly.

"You're my fucking sex slave," He grunted. "Now do as you're told, you cocksucker!"

His dominant tone took a massive effect on me. I told myself that if I was doing it because I was his sex slave and John ordered me to, then it wasn't because I wanted to. So, I opened my mouth and delved forward.

My lips wrapped around the sticky cock that was just deep inside my asshole. Oh fuck, I could still taste his cum! Tasting his intoxicating seed only made me work harder.

I bobbed up and down, nothing on my body moving other than my head that moved back and forth.

"That's it, you dirty little slut," John moaned. "You're my ass to mouth faggot from now on!"

"Mmmmm." I moaned.

I tried to take him deeper down my throat, forcing it as far as I could, even when I gagged. My tongue lapped away at every inch of his meat, cleaning him entirely of his cum that I greedily swallowed down.

After a few minutes John pulled me to one side and took my place on the sofa. I watched as this beast of a man, in all his hairy glory, spread his legs and lifted them into the air.

"Eat my asshole, faggot." John practically shouted.

Without missing a beat, I grabbed onto his thighs, spotted his puckering hole through the mass of hair, and dove my tongue inside.

"Yeeess!" John shouted. "Rim me, you dirty queer! Look at me as you eat my ass!"

I did as he said, and my eyes met his as he smiled down at me. My nose was firmly pressed against his balls as I just moved my tongue around his hole. I would circle it, press my base against him, and lick up. Then I would stiffen my tongue and press it inside.

His rim would grip onto my tongue as I pressed in and out, fucking this man's hairy asshole with my tongue.

"Mmmmm." I moaned when I felt him twitch. Knowing I was giving him pleasure gave me pleasure!

My fingers ran through the hair on his thighs as the hair around his asshole got soaked with my spit.

For ten, maybe fifteen minutes I ate John's ass like my life depended on it. All the way through he called me derogatory names, which only turned me on more.

"Right then, cocksucker. Get that slutty mouth back around my cock." He ordered.

Instantly I went back to bobbing up and down. I only got to taste a fraction of his cum after fucking my ass, but now I wanted a full load in my mouth.

"Mmm!" I moaned.

As I sucked his majestic pole, my hand massaged his wet balls. Then they moved lower. I don't know what came over me, but I pushed a finger, knuckle deep inside John's spit covered asshole.

"Oooooh, you nasty fucking slut!" John roared.

I fingered this giant man while I deep throated his cock. Fuck, there was still two inches not in my mouth.

But over and over I made myself gag on his length while I fingered him faster, finger fucking his wet, hairy asshole until he gripped onto my hair.

"Here I cum, bitch!" He grunted. "Oooooh, take my cum, you fucking faggot!!!"

"Mmmmmmm!!" I screamed around his cock as soon as my senses got to taste his delicious, thick seed. I swallowed down every drop, only disappointed when it ended.

That didn't stop me though. I kept bobbing up and down on John's cock, swirling my tongue all over until he went soft inside my mouth.

"Fuck." John panted.

I pulled back, licking my lips for any last remnants.

"Thank you, Daddy." I told him.

John smiled and began to caress my cheek.

"That was amazing," He whispered before leaning down to give me a peck on my lips. "I actually have a few clients, so I need to go."

Shit, what was I going to do all day?

I stayed in John's apartment until he left for work, where I left with him, making sure not to make too much noise.

I walked around for an hour, no destination in mind until I walked past a library.

That can kill some time, I thought.

I found a nice quiet corner in the nearly empty library, picked a book which cover looked good and began to read. I also did some people watching, observing the different types of people that ventured into this library in the middle of the day, all while I could still taste cum on my tongue and feel it leaking out of my ass.

For two hours I was there, alone, when suddenly I wasn't.

"Do you mind if I sit here?" A male voice asked.

I looked up and saw an older man, at least in his 50s, stood in front of me. He had a full head of thick, brunette hair with a few greys peeking through. He looked in okay shape for his age, but compared to John, everyone was in bad shape.

"Erm, yeah, sure." I replied, confused as to why he would choose here to sit over the entire library.

"Thanks," He said, his voice fairly deep and masculine. "I appreciate it."

"No problem." I replied and gave him a polite smile.

He sat next to me, reading for ten minutes until he spoke again.

"I hope you don't mind me asking," He said and got my attention, "but how come you're here in the middle of the day?"

"Oh, erm, needed to kill some time." I told him, which was technically true.

"Same," He said and then his eyes spotted my book. "Oh, I've read that one. The ending is great."

I looked at the cover and then back at him.

"I've only just started it today," I told him. "It's not bad, but I prefer more fantasy."

"Like Desert Ghosts?" He asked.

I was shocked. No one I had ever spoken to had read that book, being one of my favourites, I felt myself come alive.

"Oh my god, that's my favourite!" I told him.

"Finally, someone with good taste," He joked. "Have you read the sequel?"

"It's not out yet, is it?" I asked, feeling my excitement build.

"There's a copy online, you just need to log in and pay a small fee," He told me. "The worldbuilding grows massively in the second."

That was like music to my ears. I smiled at this kind stranger and extended a hand.

"I'm Liam." I told him.

"Mike," He replied. "It's nice to meet you."

"You, too." I said.

Our eyes met. He had green eyes, just like John's, yet not as bright. For a few moments I couldn't stop looking at him and felt a sort of... warmth in my stomach.

He began to grin, and I nervously looked down at my book.

"If you need any recommendations, I've been reading fantasy books since before you were born." Mike told me.

"Oh, I'd love that!" I replied.

For half an hour I sat with Mike, just chatting about books that we'd read, ones I hadn't read, and theories of future books we both like. It was so nice. Leanne was never into fantasy, and since I didn't have any friends, there was no one I could really talk to about this stuff.

I had gotten very comfortable with Mike. He even told me about a fantasy convention that he was going to in a few months and gave me all of the details in case I wanted to go.

"I know," He told me. "I have a copy of the latest Mistword novel. It's in my car, if you want it?"

"Oh, I couldn't do that." I replied, although my heart was screaming to go. The latest Mistworld was the fourth book of a series. It was the only one I hadn't read yet but was on my next book to buy list when I had enough money.

"It's no problem," He told me. "If you come to the convention, you can give it me back then."

He was so nice, so I smiled, and we both stood up.

Mike wasn't parked very near to the library, but to be fair, the parking was terrible around there. We walked and chatted about Mistworld for fifteen minutes until he spotted his car, parked down an alleyway with five other cars.

Part of me thought I should be worried about going down an alleyway with him, but it was the middle of the day and there were other cars about, so I followed.

I watched as Mike unlocked his car and leaned in to grab the book. He was wearing blue jeans and a white t-shirt, which was fairly well fit. In fact, I realised I was checking out this older man.

"Here you go." Mike said and handed me the book.

I went to reach for it, and as I did... out fingers touched. It was only a graze, but I lingered. Long enough that our fingers were still touching when I looked up to meet his eyes.

And suddenly, the book was pushed aside, and Mike leaned in to kiss me. My reactions weren't quick enough, and I found myself with my back pressed against his car, and an older man's lips firmly pressed against mine.

His hands moved until they held onto my hips and then... oh my god! His cock was hard and pressed against me! How had I ended up kissing another man?! But I wasn't stopping it. Why wasn't I stopping it?

In fact, I realised that I pressed my lips back against his. He had some stubble, which made the kissing a little rougher than with John, but kind of nice. Mike opened his mouth, and I did absolutely nothing to stop his tongue from pressing into mine.

"Ooohh." I actually moaned as a second man's tongue rolled against my own.

Our lips were like magnets, and our tongues danced together until he pulled back.

"Come on, get in the car," He whispered in a heavy breath. "More private."

He walked to the driver's side, and I grabbed the passenger side door. What the fuck was I doing? I just did as he said, no second thoughts or anything! I sat in the passenger seat, closed the door, and didn't think twice about it.

Once Mike's door was closed, he was back onto me, his lips against mine as we continued our hot, passionate making out. His tongue was so soft, rolling against mine as I pressed mine back to him.

Similar to with John, kissing another man felt so right, so much so that my hands, with a mind of their own, reached down for his belt.

Mike didn't stop me, and within seconds I had undone his belt and unzipped his jeans.

"Oh god," Mike panted, "I can't believe we're doing this. I've never done anything like this before."

I didn't know if he meant as in with another man or picked up a guy at the library, but I was too distracted to ask.

His jeans were undone, and my hands found their way inside his boxers, and my fingers wrapped around his hard cock. He definitely wasn't as big as John, but who could be? Yet he was still a good size.

We continued to make out. Both of our lips grew wet, and our kissing turned sloppy while I stroked his cock.

Mike began to moan in my mouth, and my hand got coated with his precum... oh fuck... maybe I could taste cum one more time today.

I pulled back from his lips, and he stared at me as if he had done something wrong. I just smiled because I knew what I wanted. When my head moved down his body, Mike let out a heavy pant and then... his cock was in my mouth.

"Oooh my god!" Mike moaned when his cock was engulfed with my warm, wanting mouth.

My tongue ran around his head before slowly licking across his slit.

"Mmmm!" I moaned as I tasted his precum.

What was I doing? I had happily just sucked this guy's cock in the middle of the day in his car, which wasn't even that private? I was acting like a cockslut!

"Fucking hell, that's so good," Mike moaned. "You're definitely 18, right?"

I pulled back, turned to look at him and smiled.

"Don't worry, I'm 18." I told him and then returned to his wet, throbbing meat.

My lips were around it again, bobbing up and down with passion as my tongue massaged his head.

"Oh god... Liam... oh god, that's so good," He moaned. "I haven't had a blowjob in ages."

"Mmmm." I moaned, proud that I was doing a good job, John had taught me well.

For a while I just sucked this stranger's cock without a care in the world when I heard him speak.

"Do you want to have sex?" He asked me.

I was instantly torn. On one hand I wanted to taste his cum in my mouth, but on the other, I was feeling hornier and sluttier than ever. The idea of letting this stranger, older man fuck me made my body quiver.

"Okay." I said before my brain had a chance to register what I was saying.

"Fucking hell," Mike panted. "I'm about to have sex with a guy."

"Crazy, right." I said with a laugh.

"Are all gay guys this eager?" He asked me.

I paused. He thought I was gay? Hell, why wouldn't he think I was gay. There was no point in arguing my sexuality with him.

"I know I am." I told him.

I looked around his small car, wondering the best way to do it. Part of me wanted him to bend me over the bonnet and fuck me, but that would be too public.

"Can you pull your seat back?" I asked.

Mike smiled and pulled it back as far as it could go while I took my jeans off, exposing my shaved cock and balls. Then I jumped across. My legs went either side of Mike's lap, straddling him. It was small and compressed, but it would work.

Our hot, horny bodies were tightly pressed together as I reached down for his spit covered cock.

"Do you not need lube?" He asked.

I laughed to myself, hopefully John's load of cum from this morning will still work as lube.

"It's okay. Don't worry." I whispered and leaned down to kiss him while I lined his hard cock with my ass. Being smaller than John's, I was confident I could take it.

As our tongues pressed against each other, I sat down on his pole and felt his head penetrate my ass. I instantly gripped around him as I felt him pop inside.

"Ooooh Liam," Mike moaned into my mouth, "You're so tight!"

"Mmm, enjoy it... Daddy." I whispered, which made Mike moan again.

The back of my head was against the roof of the car as I slid down his cock, feeling my ass swallow inch after inch, tightly wrapping around him until I was sat fully down.

"Oooh god," I moaned, "Your cock is amazing."

"Fucking hell," Mike moaned, "that feels incredible."

Seeing the pure lust in his eyes because of me made me feel sexy and desired, but I wanted more. I lifted halfway off his cock before sliding back down and impaling myself again.

"Ooh fuck, that's deep." I told him.

My hand grabbed his chest as I leaned down and pressed my tongue into his mouth, making out with this 50 year old man as I rode his cock in the car. The daylight was burning in, heating me up as I bounced up and down.

Mike reached around and grabbed my ass cheeks, helping me stroke his cock with my asshole.

"Fuck... fuck... daddy... oh fuck!" I moaned.

When I closed my eyes, I would picture John.

Then I would gyrate my hips instead of bouncing, grinding back and forth, feeling his cock hit all the right spots inside of me.

"That feels so good," Mike moaned. "How... how are you doing that?"

"Good practice, I guess." I laughed as I made out with him again.

The car started to steam up, and both of us got extremely hot and sweaty in the small vehicle as I rode his cock like a complete fucking gay slut.

"Oh fuck! Yes! Fuck my ass!" I moaned. Without John there to degrade me I had to do it myself. "Fuck this faggot's asshole!"

"Oooh god!" Mike moaned.

"Not yet!" I panted, sensing he was close to cumming. "Please, not yet! Please.... Mmmff.. oh god, hold it!"

I bounced up and down on his cock like a whore. Being so close, I couldn't stroke my own cock, but I knew the anal pleasure would get me there soon. I just had to pray it was before Mike came.

"Jesus... Liam... I'm close." He moaned.

"No!" I begged. "Don't cum yet! Please! I'm so close! Oooh god, please, Daddy!"

I closed my eyes, and all I could picture was John as I rode Mike's dick. My orgasm was building up inside of me, and every thrust made his head hit my prostate. Mike's cock began to throb and expand in my ass, and I knew he was going to cum.

"Fuck. Fuck. Fuck!" I needed something to push me over the edge, "Call me a faggot!"

"What?" Mike asked as I kept grinding on his cock.

"Call me a faggot!" I begged. "I'm a sissy whore who's riding your cock! Call me a dirty little faggot slut!"

"You're... you're a faggot." Mike said with less dominance than John, but it would have to do.

I closed my eyes again and pictured John.

"That's it... I'm a faggot! I pathetic gay whore for you, daddy!" I moaned and pleaded.

"You're a faggot," Mike told me, "A gay boy who just loves cock. You love my cock."

"Yes! Yes! Oh fuck, Daddy I love your cock so much! It's so fucking big!" I moaned.

Mike was going to cum any second now, and I was so close. I jammed my prostate with his cock over and over and over again.

"Oh fuck... Liam.... Liam," Mike moaned, "urrrgggh fuuucckk meeee!!"

His cock pulsated, and I felt a thick, heavy shot of cum fire and strike my prostate. That did it, and I couldn't hold back.

"Fuuuuuckk Daddy, I'm fucking cumming!!" I screamed in his car as my cock began to shoot cum over both of us.

"Fuuckking hell!" Mike moaned.

Over and over his cock erupted inside of me while my cock was firing cum like a hose, which forced my asshole to tighten around his cock and milk his balls dry.

"Cum in me!" I moaned. "Fill my faggot asshole with your fucking cum!"

I was still riding his cock like a whore, and every time I bounced down my body would jerk in pleasure.

"Oh god... oh god... oh god..." I moaned and eventually rested my sweaty forehead onto Mike's shoulder.

He was gasping for air, and both of us were overheating. Without thinking I actually opened the car door to let some fresh air in.

"That was... the best sex of my life." Mike whispered.

I smiled, then kissed him.

"Thank you, Daddy." I whispered.

After that I got my trousers back on in the passenger seat. Mike discussed meeting at the fantasy convention to do it again, and I agreed, but I was pretty sure I wouldn't be going.

Then, realising the time, I headed back to the apartments.

--

John was home, fortunately, as I was in no state to see my girlfriend.

"Hey, what have you been up to all day?" He asked me.

I told him what had happened, how I rode a random guy's cock in his car. John smiled throughout until I finished.

"You really are becoming a gay slut." He said with glee.

I felt a twinge of embarrassment. This was different. With John I had made a deal, it was out of my control. Now, I had just willingly cheated on my girlfriend with another man for no other reason than I wanted to.

Then I saw the Mistworld book in my hands.

"Can I keep this here?" I asked. "I can't think of a reason to tell Leanne where I got it."

"Yeah, no problem," He told me. "Do you want a shower before you go back? Wash all that cum off?"

"Yeah, probably a good idea." I replied.

I showered, put my clothes back on and went to my apartment.

Leanne was on the sofa, reading one of my books and clearly not enjoying it when I returned.

"About time!" She said and jumped up to give me a hug. "I've been so bored! How was your day?"

"Yeah, nothing eventful." I lied, feeling nervous sweats come on.

"Well at least you're back now," She told me. "I'll have to get back to Uni tomorrow, but tonight I'm all yours."

I knew what she meant, but my only worry was that I wasn't sure I could cum again, although I guess I'd find out.

Luckily for me, I managed to. We had a very quick sex session which resulted in Leanne cumming and me letting out a few tiny drops of cum from my thoroughly drained balls.

I had sex with three people that day. My girlfriend and two men. God, I was so fucked!

But as we laid there naked and cuddled, Leanne looked up at me.

"Did you know your neighbour John is gay?" She asked.

My heart nearly stopped, and I went a deathly pale. When I looked down at my girlfriend, she was just smiling back at me. Did she know?

"How... how do you know?" I asked.

"After you left for work," Leanne said and continued to cuddle her head into my chest, "I could hear him having sex with someone next door. I tell you what, he's not shy about making noise. Do you hear that a lot?"

I was sweating and shaking, and I thought I was going to have a panic attack. She had heard John fucking me!

"N-no," I stuttered, "Never... how do you know it was another man?"

"His words were pretty clear," Leanne told me. "And loud words I really don't think he should be saying."

I didn't reply, but she had heard everything! If I didn't have his boxers in my mouth, then she would have heard me moaning as well while he royally fucked me with his massive horse cock.

"He kept calling whoever it was a..." Then Leanne whispered, "a faggot... and cocksucker, stuff like that, it was gross."

I had to think of something quick.

"Well, I guess that's just what he's into." I stuttered.

"I can't believe you've not heard him before," Leanne continued, making my life hell. "They were practically fucking through the wall. I felt like I was in threeway with them - they were that loud and close!"

She burst out laughing, and I had to force a nervous laughter out, but that was it.

"And whoever he was having sex with clearly had no self-respect," Leanne said, kill me, kill me now, "I heard that he gave John a blowjob after having sex. How disgusting is that? And letting John speak to him that way. I don't know if you should be hanging out with him."

There it was. My girlfriend had heard John fucking me, calling me faggot, heard me sucking his dick after it had been in my mouth. She just had no idea it was me with John.

"Oh," Leanne said, "And I could hear that the other guy was... licking John's bum!" She sounded disgusted. "Can you believe that! How gross! I'm so glad you're not into that."

Well... I was into John rimming the life out of me. Oh god, I'm going to hell.

"Yeah, pretty gross." I said.

"Anyway, night, babe. I love you." She said and kissed me before closing her eyes while lying on my chest.

"Night, I love you." I whispered.

I had just under three weeks left of my agreement with John, and I was already slipping up. I had already let another man have sex with me. Was I going to come out of this agreement anything other than gay? God I hope so.