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By *jboy OP Man
5 weeks ago
Bristol |
That night I was cooking my dinner and thinking about what had happened when I heard a key in the lock. Again? Not twice in one day surely?!?
I walked out and there Sir was, shutting the flat door behind him. Ohmigod! I started to panic, I had too many things to do, I began to shake with nerves. 'Sorry Sir, hang on a second please'.
I turned the hob and oven off, I guess that was dinner ruined then. I quickly stepped out of my shorts and took my t-shirt off. The collar! The collar was on the table, I grabbed it and hurriedly put it on.
Sir walked in and blocked my way out of the kitchen. I prepared to drop onto my knees on the hard kitchen floor but he grabbed my arm to stop me.
'I think you've got the wrong idea about me' he said.
He span me around at the waist and pushed me front-forwards against the kitchen counter next to the sink. He pressed his hot and hairy body against mine and I could feel how hard he was, it was so hard, harder even than he was this morning.
He glanced to the side and saw the fridge. He opened it and took out the margarine. He flipped the lid off and let it fall to the floor. Then he just put two fingers into the tub and scooped out a great big dollop of marge.
'When I want arse I take arse, you fucking slut'.
With that he pushed his two fingers straight inside me and splayed them slightly, spreading the makeshift lube. I gave an involuntary gasp. I've never done this before and my first time is a quick rough surprise fuck over the kitchen sink?
He moved his fingers around inside me for a second and then pulled them out and put them in my mouth. 'Clean them, slut'. 'Mmmhh-mmhhh' I said, my voice muffled. The taste was sickly. Then he pulled his fingers out of my mouth and wiped them on my face.
Without ceremony or pause he reached back and with one hand on his cock and the other hand on my hip he pushed his throbbing red bellend against my puckered asshole. I could feel a tremendous pressure but there seemed no way he was going to fit.
Maintaining his position and his angle he slowly pushed harder and harder until suddenly my asshole stopped resisting and his rock hard dick slid inside me. Ohhhhh. A moment of pain and then a tremendous sense of fullness. I could feel every nerve ending in my ass as it stretched to accommodate his thick fat member.
He pushed further. Ohhhhh, oh shit, ohhhhh. I never knew I would feel such pleasure too. He was deeper inside me now. Oh god. I couldn't stop making little moans.
Did he lock the door behind him? What if someone else heard the noise and came in to see me bent over the sink with this old man balls deep inside me?
He pushed me harder against the edge of the counter, and I felt a firm pressure on my bladder and the cock cage dug into me as it was flattened against the hard surface.
I pushed my arms out to brace myself against the wall over the sink. Sir's hands moved to cup my breasts and he pinched my nipples between forefinger and thumb.
Sir slid his cock back slightly (while staying inside me) and then thrust it forwards even deeper, then back, then in, then back, then it. It started as a sharp pain but something about the way I was bent over and the curve of his cock meant his cockhead kept hitting a soft, sensitive part of my ass and all my resistance just melted away.
He started to fuck me faster and faster, stooping sometimes with his hips on the way in to get a steeper, higher angle on the thrust, fucking me practically up over the sink.
"Please fuck me Sir, please fuck me, please cum inside me, please'
'I knew you would like this, you were born to be bred you fucking slut' he said.
He grabbed my hips and pulled me backwards so I was further away from the sink. I was lower now, bent over 90 degrees with my hands now braced against the cupboard underneath the sink while his thick veiny cock was impaled up my ass.
'Take... this... you... fucking... slut' as he got faster and faster. My body was being jerked around so much backwards and forwards that I knocked some cutlery off the counter. Sir didn't stop, he was like a freight train, he just kept fucking me, deeper into me, until just then he gave a whole body shudder and started emptying his balls inside me, still pumping but slowing down, milking himself dry with my ass, pulling himself out now that he was spent and letting me go. I had to catch myself awkwardly against the counter to stop myself from falling and leant there for a while, catching my breath.
Sir took some kitchen roll and used it to clean his cock, just throwing the used sheets on the ground when he had finished. I imagined that he saw me in the same way, something to be used for his convenience and then thrown away when he was done. What happened to it before, and after, was of no interest.
He looked at my caged limp little cock and I followed his gaze down too. It had leaked, it was wet with either cum or pre-cum, I hadn't even noticed in the excitement of being fucked like that. I really was a natural born slut, my body just opened up for his pleasure without my doing anything. Maybe he's right, maybe I am just a whore, a piece of meat for men to put their cocks into, a receptacle for their lust and their cum.
He just looked at me with pure disgust, put his clothes back on, and left.
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