Surrendering Deeper: My Second Ride in the Backroom Bliss
In the backroom of that cozy textile shop, we lay spent. His huge cock still buried deep in my ass. I didn’t want it out. Heart pounding from our first fuck, we chatted like old pals. My twenty-year life: a few girls, guys, dead-end job. His? A wild ride.
Married young, built an empire of stores. No kids. Wife cheated with a manager. Divorce hit hard. Kept this shop. A clingy salesgirl used him, feared his monster dick. Called her ‘Aspro’ for headaches. Kicked her out a year ago. Always eyed guys before her. She unlocked pussy for him, but now? Back to cock.
The Approach
He stretched on his back, hands behind head. I propped on elbow, staring. Cum trails on his belly from my load. His soft slab draped over heavy balls. Tempting. My hand grazed it. Basin shifted—cum leaked from my hole. Filled up good. Natural. Hot. Loved the mess.
Told him his dick obsessed me. Wanted it hard again. He rose, washed it. I hung head off table edge. Sucked those pendulous balls. Irresistible. His tip danced on my throat. Hands roamed my abs, hips, cock.
Quickly, he fed me his uncapped head. From below, piss-slit winked. Lips parted. Filled my mouth extreme. Wet balls slapped forehead. ‘Love your mouth, insatiable slut. You know how to get a man hard.’ He pumped steady. Hands on his ass cheeks, urged deeper. Nose breaths, thick spit lube. He hardened huge.
Pulled out gentle. ‘Greedy pig.’ I hopped down, stroked his slimy shaft. ‘How else you cum?’ Finger teased my hole. Wanted round two there. Hesitant—might hurt. But exceptional night. ‘This time, I make you cum,’ he growled. ‘Slow, deep. Steal your breath.’
Bent me over table. One leg down, left up on edge. Jerked him while he lubed-fingered me. Tip nudged rosebud. Still loose. Slid in easy. Hands on flanks, shoulders, back. ‘Love your body.’ Mine loved his. Slow push—full in minutes. Shivers hit. Submitted total. No fear now.
The Instant
Chest to my back, gripped leg wide. Hips mashed. Bulb prodded depths. Pulsed, teased. ‘Feel me inside? How you make me throb? Talk. Make me want to breed you.’ Gasped truths: size wrecked me. Light thrusts eased me. Seven inches out, slammed home. Swelled head stretched.
‘Yes! Fuck me good! Own this ass!’ Gained speed. Artful pounding. Vaseline slick forever. Friction burned sweet. Raised leg higher. Balls slapped thigh. ‘Your cock’s art! Cumming already! Harder!’
Spread cheeks wide. Begged ruin. ‘Faster? No pain?’ Demanded full length. Calibrate me. Accelerated. Vigor rammed 9 inches deep. Burn = bliss. Prostate fired. Head spun. Screamed, came hard—no clue if shooting, just pure orgasm.
He roared. Hips slammed. Cock spasmed, flooded me. Accepted every drop honored. Collapsed on me, gasping.
‘Took me out!’ Breathy laugh. ‘Fucked like a god.’ Slow withdraw—gaping wreck. Kissed his semi. Balls tugged to mouth. Licked cum off crown. Salty, acrid bliss. Squeezed last drops. ‘In love with your cock and load. Shave it, I’d lose it.’
‘Glad. Next time soon.’ Lingered long. Knew we’d return.
