His fingers withdrew and both his hands gripped my hips as my own hands reached back and pulled at my own arse cheeks just the way he had taught me to do. His shaft was as hard as a iron poker, his cockhead gourged with blood and he wanted to fuck me like the bitch I was. A few moments of teasing as as the head pushed and probed around my wet arse hole. One firm, confident push and he was in, the thickest part rushed past my tight ring piece and his long shaft shoved its way deep into my guts. I know I yelped, I always did, as much as I had taken dick up me from men like Mike, I still had some tightness in that slut hole.The first dozen or so shunts hurt and my grunts told the world that I was getting a rough, dry fuck.Soon the brown bottle Mike had huffed on was passed back to me and I was not slow in taking the medicine offered. He drank from his can of lager as I sniffed in the acrid fumes that sent my head spinning. Only now after the first few minutes was my arse starting to relax and get used to the boys girth and his animal desire to rut his paying bitch. I was still in the doggy position (should that read bitch) as he fucked away at my arse. I had a can in one hand and brown bottle in the other, a slap of the arse indicated what one to hand to my young top. A brief rest bite while he consumed one or the other, then off again, his cock like some sort of piston, my arse being bored out and becoming the ruined, sloppy mess that Mike intended it to become.
He now repositioned him self, his legs now on the outside of mine, my arse stuck up right in the air. He was young, strong and agile and was fucking me like a porn star, drilling deep into my arse, stretching me more than anyone had done before. I felt like the useless fuck toy he was using me as and my grunts had turned into pathetic whimpers. I can not believe that his slender legs could keep up this pulsating rhythm, but keep it up he did. Untill his grunts and thrusting indicated that he was emptying his big balls and filling his bitch with spunk.
As he withdrew I could feel my stretched hole slowly return to something like closed. He stood and finished his lager as I lay collapsed under him. As he instructed I dragged my self up and cleaned his cock, "no teeth, no sucking hard, just clean it"
A hard slap accross my face indicated he was happy with my work and he withdrew his slack cock. I handed him another can and looked up as he took a swigg. "Crawl into the kitchen for me,I need a piss and dont want to miss the 2nd half". I did as I was told and knelt on the dirty, cold lino floor of his kitchen, his piss hit me right in the face as he grinned at me, then waved his cock around to cover my head, hair and body in his lager induced pee. He grabbed my neatly folded clothes and threw them into the big puddle of fresh pee on his floor and told me mop it all up before going.
I cleaned up his mess with my clothing then dressed in the wet shirt and pants. As I passed him in the living room I peeled off the £25 and thanked him for using me.
He did not look up from the tv as he said "come round tommorw, I have a job for you.....and bring more fags.
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