A New Experience

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The following happened a few months ago. 

I was talking to a REAL MAN online and when he said he wanted to call me I gave him my number. When he called he blocked his number so that I would not see his number. That made me feel so trashy and slutty...knowing a MAN had my number but would not give me his. It was totally new for me. 

Anyway, we talked for a while and he was so verbally dominate with me but never asked me to come to him for sex or anything...eventually I blurted out that I wanted his cock, and after a moment of silence he said "address." Nothing more, just that single word. I tried to back track, I was not accustomed to having MEN at my apartment, but he just repeated, "Address." I felt so weak, so submissive, and so slutty when I gave him my address. Then he said, "Unlock the door and wait for me in your bedroom. Be totally naked, ass up and face down with something covering your face. I do not want you to see me, understand?" I mumbled "yes" and he said "What bitch?" To which I snapped back "Yes Sir, I understand." Then he hung up the phone. 

I sat there for a few minutes going over all the reasons I should NOT do this, but all that was lost to my lust. I went and unlocked the door, went to my bedroom, got undressed, crawled up onto the bed so that my ass was facing the entry, buried my face in a pillow, and put a towel over my head.

It seemed like forever and then I heard the door open and close. I could hear someone moving about my apartment, I heard the distinct sound your phone makes when it takes photos over and over. I heard the refrigerator open and the sound of a beer being opened. More photos snapped as I heard footsteps coming down the hall. 

Then I could sense someone at the doorway, i could hear him breathing, a few more camera sounds this time accompanied by a flash of light. I heard the glass bottle thump on my dresser, then a set of keys, followed by the sound of a belt opening and a zipper. All of a sudden he was behind me, touching my ass, groping me...then I felt the head of his cock rubbing up and down my crack, and finally his voice, "Is this what you want?" 

I moaned out "Yes" almost pleading. 

His voice seared in my ears, "No condom, no lube, no pull out, I am gonna breed you...is that what you want?" 

Again, feebly pleading "yes." 

He barked back at me, "Say it faggot!" Louder but still meekly I said, "No condom. No lube. No pullout. Please breed my faggot pussy." 

With a single thrust he was balls deep inside me, I squealed into the pillow and he pulled it from under my head, "Oh no faggot, I want all the neighbors to hear you getting fucked like the bitch you are." Instantly I remembered that I had told him earlier on the phone that I was "in the closet" and no one knew about me and how he had said that needed to change. My heart raced and my mind reeled as he began to fuck me with hard, slow, deep, thrusts...each time pulling nearly out of my cunt before trusting it back in balls deep. Each time a manly grunt came from him and a slutty yelp came from me. 

Once he had opened up my pussy and was into a good rhythm, he started the dirty talk, "I like your ass faggot, do you love my cock faggot?" 

Then he whispered, "Answer me bitch, so the neighbors can hear you." 

Loudly I moaned out, "Yes, I love your cock."

I was so cock drunk I just did everything he said. When he asked if I loved his cock I blurted out "Yes, I love your cock" when he said "are you a faggot?" I blurted out "Yes I'm a faggot." Before long I was the one doing all the dirty talk..."I love your cock" "fuck me harder" "fuck me" "I'm a faggot" "Cum inside me"...over and over begin him to fuck me and cum inside me. 

He fucked me for so long, and it felt to good, faster and faster, harder and harder, him grunting...me moaning, begging, pleading, like a total slut. 

Then he grabbed my hips and pulled me back hard so that he was as deep inside me as his big thick cock could get, he grunted and shook....then he moaned out this primal guttural completely MANLY noise and I felt his cock spasming inside me, flooding me with his cum. In that moment my whole body quaked and as i gasped for air my little limp clit let go of its weak cummies and my little load dribbled onto my mattress as his huge load filled my pussy. 

When he was done he pulled out of my pussy and i collapsed onto the bed. I could feel the cold air rush into my gapping cunt followed by his cum pouring out over my ovaries. Still gasping for every breath I cried out "thank you." 

No reply, just silence. Then I heard him getting dressed, but did not remove the towel from my face. I heard him pick up his keys, and then he called me by my name (I had only given him my screen name and my "gay alias" before), "I took photos of your drivers license, and lots of other personal stuff from all over your apartment, plus photos of you waiting for me. I also videoed every moment of this for posterity. If you ever deny you are a faggot to anyone ever again the whole world will see the proof. Do you understand?" 

"Yes" I replied. 

Then he said, "I enjoyed using you, I will call when I want that pussy again." Nothing more. I heard him leave the room and then I heard the door open and close again. 

The experience was over, I curled up in a ball and drifted off to sleep. The next morning I got a text from my neighbor that said "It's cool you are gay, but geez dude try to hold it down next time."

Later the holy rolling church lady that lives above me called me a faggot as she shuffled passed me in the stairs. Throughout the next few days, I caught lots of people in the complex staring at me and whispering. 

A week later I was at the grocery store and a woman I never saw before came up to me, said hello, and asked bluntly "Are you a faggot?" 

I was about to act offended and deny it when I remembered the threat, so I blushed and said "yes, I am." 

She smiled and said "I can tell. Don't be embarrassed, you have nothing to blush about. Real men need women like me and fags like you. We keep them happy." then she winked at me and walked away. 

Surprisingly the shame I was feeling instantly turned to pride...I had admitted to a stranger that I was a faggot. I have no idea if it was a test or not, but it felt good to admit it.