I went back for more. Every few weeks I couldn't resist and wound up texting Ian. It was basically the same story every time. I send Ian a message asking if I can come service my master, and he replies with 'Are you ready to get your rectum fucked open pig?'. Or something very similar.

My hole clenches every time. Ian knows I am fully submissive to him and he really takes advantage of that. A man more than twice my age, fucking me open and making me his bottom bitch.

The thought of it thrills me every time.

I hopped on my bike and rode over to Ian's apartment. It wasn't too far away, but just far enough that it was like my sexual escape. A bike ride away to my horniest and deepest desires.

Outside was really dark his apartment building, with just a few lights on the side alley, and it added to the allure of everything. Being a fuck pig really turned me on, especially some of the more sketchy parts. The fact that I met Ian on a train in the middle of the night. The fact that I willingly let him get me drunk and poppered up just to abuse my holes. The fact that I am not able to resist his incredible cock and keep going back for more. Constantly being horny is a symptom of meeting Ian.

The door opened and I immediately could smell pre-cum. Ian must have been edging and gooning preparing for me. Ian is an incredibly horny man and often cums multiple times per day. Whenever we play he doesn't stop until he's unloaded atleast 3 or 4 times. Tonight was no different.

Ian instructed me to enter and make my way to the back. 'Take your clothes off and place them in the office to the left. Then I want you to get on your hands and knees and crawl back over to my bedroom.'

I did as I was told and entered the office to strip down. While I was undressing I could hear Ian pouring some vodka and packing a bowl. He also liked to smoke, and in turn get me high from his bong. This made my anus even more open and he knew it. He made me drink a full glass of vodka soda when I crawled in. Then we smoked the bong. I was to face forward and continue ripping the bong while Ian began to work a thick seven inch dildo into my anus. He loved anal play and toys. Opening me up as long as he wanted.

I could feel Ian's precum dripping down on my back. He was leaking a lot and his cock was standing extremely tall. It looked bigger than 9 inches today, and quite daunting. My hole clenched to the dildo inside of me and I got nervous. Ian quickly packed me another bowl and told me to keep smoking. This was already the highest and drunkest I'd ever been. Ian didn't typically make me go this far. I was beginning to fade out.

After I finished the next bowl, Ian removed the dildo and let my hole stay open for a few moments. Then he grabbed a small butt plug and sealed my hole. From there he spun my drunk and dazed body around and slapped me in the face. 'I know you're drunk and faded, but you're going to be a good pig for daddy tonight. Do you understand me? I got you drunk and high, so I could go even deeper into that little tight pink anus of yours. You will submit.'

My ass clenched around the dildo and Ian began to slide his cock down my throat. He spit on my face and rubbed his cock around the spit to lube it up. I could taste his pre-cum and smell his musk. The sweat and sweet smell of his balls from jerking off for hours.

My face got sticky from all the spit and pre-cum. Ian didn't seem to mind. Every so often he would spit down onto my face and lips to lube me up. Then his penis would go back into my mouth as deep as he could force it. He usually got about 5-6 inches down my throat and was able to gag me pretty good.

This went on for a decent while. Ian breathed and sighed as he used my throat. He enjoyed rubbing my head and going slow at times. Followed by deep throat fucking and ball sucking.

Once Ian had his fun with my throat, we moved on to more intense play. 'We've had a lot of fun together over these past few play times honey. I enjoy using your thick white ass and making it mine. Tonight you're going to give that anus up to me. Ok?'

I was getting drunker and higher and didn't have much wherewithal to say respond. Ian didn't like that.

'SLAMMMMM'! I felt an incredible sharp stinging pain from my left ass cheek and my eyes immediately opened and widened. Ian was staring deep into my soul. 'SLAPPPPP'!!! Another bright pink stinking slap to my other ass cheek. I began to pout a little bit and Ian could tell this was getting intense. 'Your butthole is mine tonight. You need to wake up and say "Yes Master" when I address you. Do you understand pig?'

'Y..yyyesss master.' I wimpered out.

It didn't take long for me to understand how critical it was to be attentive to Ian. I learned up quick because he was a dominant and scary man. And this was just the beginning of tonight's sessions.