I'm a whore and a terrible mother
A while back I posted a confession about my boyfriend fron college who I fucked so long and so often that I flunked out of school. Then I ran into him recently while I had my kids at the store and I haven't been able to stop thinking about his cock ever since. I fought the urge to go looking for him for as long as I could because of the part of me thwt knew he wasn't good for me but in the end I couldn't stop myself.
I remembered Zack's old cell phone number and tried calling it and he still had the same number. Be answered and the first question he asked me was which hole I wanted it in first. I couldn't speak when he asked me that and after a few seconds he laughed and have me the address to a hotel in the city and a room number and hung up. I had just dropped off my kids at school so I had all day but I broke traffic laws driving over there. The room was on one of the top floors.
When I knocked on the door I was shaking so hard that I could hardly stand. He opened the door, looking just like he had imetollege. He pulled me inside the suite and kissed me harder than I've been kissed in years. I was still trembling but not with nerves anymore, instead with desire. He pulled my head back by my hair and said "Now get your ass naked". His stern words were all I needed and I literally tore my shirt I pulled it off so hard and fast.
I was naked but he was still fully clothed but all he did at first was chide me for throwing my clothes everywhere. He told me to fold them and not make a mess. He picked up my pants and took my phone out of my pocket and threw them to me. I don't have a screen lock on my phone so when I finished folding Zack was sitting on the bed looking at my phone. He patted a spot on the bed betweeen his legs and told me to sit. I sat against him and he immediately cupped my crotch. He bit my ear and whispered that he'd be deep inside me soon.
But he surprised me first by saying "tell me about your family". He started swiping through pics of my husband and my kids. I felt extremely awkward sitting there naked about to get fucked and being told to talk about my family but I did. As I told him he rubbed my pussy. When I was finished Zack took the battery out of my phone. He put thr battery in his pocket and threw the phone on the trash can and told me to forget about my life for today. I couldn't object because I wanted to forget about my life and I knew I wouldn't be thinking about anything once I started riding his cock.
I begged him to show me his big beautiful cock and he pushed me off and stripped. Once we were both naked I immediately became the insecure teenager I had been when we met. I got on my knees and took his cock in my mouth and it was immediately a steel rod. I sucked him and licked his balls, rubbed my face in his pubic hair. I got my mouth so wet that drool gushed down over his balls because I remembered he liked his blowjobs sloppy. I choked and drooled for him, rubbing my spit into my boobs so he could slip his cock between them when he was done with my mouth.
When he jammed his soaking wet cock in my cunt he did it bareback. I wasn't in my right mind so right then I didn't care even though I'm married. He didn't cum on me though. He saved his load for my face. There was so much cum it was in my nose and my hair and all over my shoulders. He said he had been saving that load for me. Then he took a pic of me with his own phone.
I told Zack I wanted him to fuck my ass. He responded that I needed to get him hard again. I choked on his erection in my desperation to get him hard again. He pulled my hair and said he was happy to have his little slut back. Then I laid down with my butt on the edge of the bed and my feet in the air and he rammed his cock into my ass. While he sodomized me he went back and forth between slapping me, shoving his fingers in my moutb, and choking me. My head was throbbing and I couldn't breathe but I loved how Zack was using me.
I felt his cum spray deep in my ass, coating my insides, and then he pulled out and fed me his cock. Knowing that I was sucking a dick that had just been deep in my asshole only made me hornier. Then I rimmed his asshole as he lay on the bed recovering. It was just like college again, finding different ways to satisfy Zack as I remained naked and aroused all day. Guzzling down the mini bar helped too.
I lost track of time as Zack fucked me in a million different ways. I had so many true orgasms and I got myself so drunk that I passed out repeatedly. At one point I woke up and couldn't open my eyes because the lids were crusted shut with cum. I cleaned them and found that Zack wasn't there. When I saw the clock and the light behind the curtains I realized it was 11:00 the next morning.
I hadnt picked my kids up from school the day before and no one including my husband knew where I was. I looked down at my naked, cum covered body, at my red and puffy crotch and felt the pain in my ass and realized that I was a stupid whore.
I went and got my phone out of the trash can but Zack still had the battery. My clothes were still folded but when I went to pick them up there was a note on top of them. It said "I had to go out to take care of some business. I rented some porn for you to watch while I'm gone. If you're not there when I return you'll never see me again."
The thought of Zack disappearing again was devastating and again I was the insecure teenage freshman needing someone make her feel secure. I couldn't lose Zack again. So I sat down on the bed and flipped on the porn.
Zack came back hours later to find me in bad, still filthy from the previous day's sex. I'd masturbated and slept but I had gone all day without eating. He ordered room service and while we waited he pulled a green rubber dildo out of a bag and told me to start lubing it up.
Neither of us slept that night. I used the dildo and his real cock in tandem, taking turns but also stuffing them both inside me at once. I'd never been stretched that far outside of childbirth before. Zack was my lover and my guide and also my master. He told me he owned my slutty ass and there wasn't any doubt anymore when he shoved me in the shower and pissed all over my body. I drank it and licked it off the floor and walls because I would do anything for Zack. He recorded our watersports play on his phone.
He made me take a shower and push the shampoo and conditioner bottles up my pussy and ass. He threw the dildo at me and I carried it in my mouth like a dog back to the bed. I took the bottles out and rode the dildo up my ass while I gagged myself on Zack's cock. He choked me with his hands and slapped my face and squeezed my tits while I degraded myself. I fell asleep that night in the 69 position with Zack and my face in his pubes.
The next morning he broke out the cocaine and the pills. I didn't know what the pills were but I remember swallowing them along with a slimy wad of spit from Zack's mouth. I don't remember much of that day after thay, though Zack did text me the video later.
The next time I became aware I was lying in the bathroom with vomit in the toilet and the green dildo halfway deep in my ass. There was an untouched line if coke on the sink. I snorted it without even thinking and staggered out into the room. It was empty and Zack's stuff was gone. I found my phone with the battery back in it. I had 49 missed text messages and 21 missed phone calls from my husband wondering where I was, panicking eventually.
There were also a long string of texts from Zack's number. Every messsage was attached to a photo or a video of me being a depraved whore with a man who isn't my husband. I was stil naked and sore and covered in cum and sweat and urine and my mouth tasted like vomit. And then I noticed the last message from Zack. This was attached to a picture of my daughter and said "You set a great example for little girls everywhere, especially yours. Way to go MOM".
Zack had disappeared again, much like he had almost a decade ago. Except this time he left me pregnant. I had that taken care of but I couldn't take care of the missing persons report my husband had filed since I'd been gone nearly 72 hours. The cops were insistent on knowing where I'd been and in a fit of honesty I told them the truth:that I'd been in a hotel getting my brains screwed out. I know that I'm a worthless whore so why lie?
My husband kicked me out of the house and because he's the regional manager at the chain store I work at he had me fired. I'm unemployed and living in a shelter because my husband is holding the money hostage. I'm using a computer at the public library to tell this story.
I tried calling Zack but he deactivated the phone number he had been using. The last thing I got from him was that picture of my daughter and the message that I'm a whore and a terrible mother.