The weekend started with a simple text from my dealer, "Hey slut, you down for a non-stop fuckfest this weekend?" My heart raced with excitement as I read the message. I was always ready to be used like a proper cumdump, and it seemed like my desires were about to be fulfilled once again. I quickly responded, "Fuck yeah, I'm all yours, daddy."
The setup was easy. My dealer, who I'll call Tyrone, had a friend named Jamal who had a place here in the city. It was quite big and in a perfectly seedy neighborhood near a lot of train lines, making it perfect for a weekend of uninhibited debauchery. Tyrone and Jamal had me over quite a few time before, either to service them and pickup goods, be at an amazing sex party, or be offered up as fresh meat. For this weekend my role was simple: show up, take whatever and whoever wants to use me, and work my magic to sell more product.
The day of the party, I got dressed in my usual attire: a tight jockstrap that barely contained my eager ass, a harness that accentuated my slutty desires, and my "cumdump" socks and converse high tops. I packed a bag with lube, poppers, and a few wild toys for those who might be into that kind of thing. As I headed to the place, I could feel my body tingling with anticipation, my ass already lubed and ready for whatever was in store for me.
When I arrived, Tyrone and his two friends, Jamal and DeShawn, were waiting for me at the door. They were all dressed in casual clothes, but their eyes spoke volumes about what they had planned for me. They were grinning ear to ear as they led me inside, where the smell of sex and sweat hung in the air like a thick fog. The apartment was already buzzing with activity; men of all shapes, sizes, and races were milling about, waiting for their turn with me.
Tyrone's clients were a mix of everything: young, old, muscular, skinny, hairy, smooth, and everything in between. They all had one thing in common, though – they were all hungry for their favs and wanting a piece of my tight, used-up hole. Some were gentle, taking their time to savor every inch of my body, while others were rough, pounding into me like animals in heat. I didn't know their names, and they didn't bother to ask for mine. I was just the cumdump of the weekend, and that's all that mattered.
The first night was a blur of cocks and cum. Men would come and go, using me in every room of the house. Some took me in groups, while others preferred a more intimate one-on-one experience. There was a daddy with a 13-inch monster who took his time stretching me out, filling me with two of his thick loads. A twink with an 8-inch cock who was surprisingly aggressive, making me scream with every thrust. There were even a few who liked to watch while I serviced others, jerking themselves off before adding their cum to the mix.
I was passed around like a toy, used in every conceivable position. By the end of the night, my ass was sore and my throat was raw, but I begged for more. I had been promised a weekend of non-stop action, and I was determined to live up to it.
The next day was even more intense. The party had grown, and so had the number of men eager to use me. There were bondage sessions, where I was tied up and left to be used by anyone who walked by. There were orgies on the balcony and roof, where my body was sandwiched between countless hard, muscular forms. There were even a few who wanted to try me out in buildings stairwell and basement. I eagerly submitted to their whims, loving every second of the pain and pleasure that they inflicted upon me.
One particularly memorable encounter was with a group of five bikers. They took turns using me in every way possible, filling every hole until I couldn't take anymore. They were rough, demanding, and didn't care if I was in pain. They used me until I was nothing but a quivering mess of flesh, then they moved on to the next willing participant.
As the weekend wore on, I lost count of the men who had used me. My body was a canvas of bruises, bites, and cum stains. Yet, I never once felt used or degraded. I was living my fantasy, being the whore I always knew I was deep down. The high from the T only heightened the sensations, making every touch, every thrust, every mouthful of cum feel like a heavenly reward.
When the party finally wound down on Sunday evening, I was a wreck. My body was spent, my ass was gaping, and my throat was sore from hours of deep-throating. Tyrone and his friends were pleased with their haul and the service I had provided. They slapped my ass and gave my ass and throat one last coating. When they were done, they tossed me some favs and fcash, and told me to take care of myself.
As I stumbled out of the building, ripe, leaking, and mind reeling from the weekend's events, I couldn't help but feel a sense of pride. I had been the ultimate cumdump, serving over 70 men by Tyrone's estimates and making him a small fortune. I had proven my worth as a prTy bottom for him yet agin and felt a deep sense of satisfaction knowing that I had brought so much pleasure to so many.
The ride home was a blur, but the memories of the weekend stayed with me (mostly). Each time I felt a twinge of pain, I was reminded of the countless cocks that had claimed me, the endless streams of cum that had filled me, and the feeling of being completely and utterly used. And as I finally got home, my body still sticky and reeking of sex, I couldn't help but smile. I had survived another weekend as the ultimate cumdump, and I was already looking forward to the next one.
