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Busted 1

... was Bonnie standing there before I noticed?

I was left kneeling on the floor, as if praying to God, exhausted, with cum dribbling from my cock, out of my ass, and down my face in dangles.

Bonnie had busted me big time. I wasn’t busted wanking to porn or watching gay porn. I was busted taking a cock up my ass, by a stud I hooked up with from the bowling alley.

Why did it happen the very first time I tried gay sex? Why did I hook up with him, as well? Was it bad luck, or destiny, that she came back earlier than expected?

“Well, I guess I won’t be pestered to suck your cock anymore, your better at it anyway,” he smugly said.

You see, Bonnie hated sucking my cock, or any cock anyway. That was one of the first words to come from her mouth, as she glared laser beams at me.

I showered and cleaned up and went into the bedroom, where she waited for me.

She had a grim look on her face.

“Well, (she paused), well, I guess I know the only way you’re going to get laid from now on, is by someone with a big cock,” she calmly said. There was silence in the room.

“I don’t think or have felt like having sex with you anytime soon,” she said. I was expecting a lot of pot being tossed or screaming, but she was calm.

“As long as you’re only being fucked by guys and ...

... keep it private, I don’t care,” she said.

“Somehow your usefulness outweighs my disgust, so we’re not splitting,” She said, with a smile.

“But, but, if I find out your fucking other women, I will cut your nuts off,” she said, looking into my eyes.

“Suck all the cock you want, no more pussy but mine, ok” I nodded a yes.

“Why don’t you go find your boyfriend, to take care of that?” she said, pointing at the bulge in my shorts.

“He’s not into that,” I said.

“I don’t care,” she said.

“Ok, then go find him to fuck your face or ass, invite friends over, and have a gangbang, I’m going clubbing,” she said.

She showered, dressed slutty, and left the motel. I didn’t see her again until about lunchtime the next day.

So, I went back online and contacted #4669, and explained what happened.

We hooked up again later that night, back in my motel, we locked the bedroom door this time. He fucked me and fucked my face several times before daylight. His real name was Rodney. I was left with several hickeys on my neck by him.

From that day, what happened hasn’t been mentioned. Whenever I tried to have sex with her, she responded by saying, “Ring your boyfriend to fuck you!” She didn’t mind that she was turning me into a full-on gay faggot, as long as I’m her pet.