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Shortly after the event at Flamenco Beach, I switched jobs. Although I became mostly paper pusher for the government, it still required some field work and it gave me the opportunity to travel to the US more often.
Two years forward, I was working in Amherst, New York. After three months of bureaucratic assignment, I had already been to most of the sites of interest in the area of the City of Buffalo and photographed about every inch of the Niagara Falls.
I was a Sunday, and although I wouldn’t have minded spending yet another entire day reading a book under the Goat Island foliage, the rain made me decide to sit that one out.
So other than a brief jump to the supermarket in the morning to get the groceries for the week, I chose to stay in my motel room. During mid-afternoon, I remembered that the movie Meet the Parents was already out.
I changed my mind later that day. After being so bored and not wanting to waste an entire day off in the room, I took a quick shower and went out the door en route to the Galleria Mall Theatres. When checking the time lists, the next showing would start in half hour. If I hurried, I could still make it.
Going out of the room, I realized that the rain had stopped. The sky was still pretty gray though. It was relatively late in the day anyway to do anything else so I decided to continue with the movie plan.
On the way to the car, I saw a couple of nice and shiny Hartley-Davidsons parked next to it. I quickly admired them, but then proceeded to step into the car.
Looking into the vehicle, I remembered that I had left some of the grocery bags in it. I could see them in the rear hatch-back section. During the morning, because of the rain and the many bags, I had decided to just bring the perishables into the room first so can put them in the fridge and later I would get the rest. I had totally forgotten about them.
Finally, deciding that I did not want to leave any valuables in the car at the mall parking, I took all five bags out of the car and a huge box of detergent.
As I juggled with the box and the bags on my hands, I attempted to close the car door.
That is when I heard somebody nearing say “Good afternoon, buddy!”
I turned around and I saw that the two bikers had just come out of the motel’s front desk. It seemed like they had just checked in and were now picking up their back packs from their bikes.
They both were big men with huge bellies. They sported sunglasses, regardless of the fact that we had not seen the sun nowhere in the area for almost a week.
The larger of them was definitely an inch or two taller than me (I stand six feet tall). He wore a black bandana with light brown locks hanging out his temples, a black Motorhead long-sleeve t-shirt, long cargo pants, black boots and had a pretty sour face. He quickly grabbed his things and walked towards stairs without saying anything.
The other one, which I quickly assumed was the one who spoke, looked more relaxed. He had a clean shaven head, three ear rings in each ear, a white Harley Davidson long sleeve t-shirt with a black leather vest on top, short-to-the-knee jeans and black boots. With the weather at the lower 50’s, I thought that must have been one really chilly ride.
“Need me to help you with your with that?” he added with a smile, looking down at my hands shuffling the bags and the box.
That must have been the nicest biker I have ever met!
“Don’t worry, I can han…” I began saying when he darted forward and snatched the detergent box, which was about to fall off from under my arm.
“Yeah, sure” he said with a smirk. I could imagine him rolling his eyes behind those sunglasses. “Go on buddy, I’ll followcha”
My first impulse was to re-take the box, but the truth was that I needed the help so I let go. Besides, he seemed like he really wanted to help.
“”Well… ok… thanks!” I said. I turned around and started walking to my room. “This way”
I figured that these guys must have been on the road most of the day so I figure my new friend would appreciate some small talk. Not that I really care much. It was the least I could do to re-pay his kindness.
So as we were walking up the stairs, I asked “I don’t know much about motorcycles, but those machines look like very nice rides. How has the trip been so far? Where are you guys heading to?”
“New Hampshire. It’s been pretty good so far. A little breezy, but not too bad”
Turning into my hallway, I noticed my buddy’s partner was already entering into their room two doors down from mine.
When we arrived to the front of my door, I began putting my hand in my pocket to retrieve the room keys. On the rush to just drop the bags into the apartment and continue my merry way to the movie theatre, I decided to not put the bags on the floor and I just pushed my right hand hard into my pocket with my the bag handles still around my wrist. Yes, I must have looked very awkward.
I finally picked managed to pick the keys with the tip of my fingers, but only partially. Once out of the pocket, I noticed they were the car keys, not the room. I could not get a good grip on them so they fell on the floor anyway.
Exasperated at my foolishness, I pushed harder my encumbered hands into my pockets to reach for my room key. Then, I said: “Don’t worry. You can leave that box on the floor. I’ll take it from here. Truly appreciated”
“Sure, buddy” said the biker with a chuckle and placing the box on the floor. I kept imagining him rolling his eye over and over again behind the dark glasses.
He began walking away towards his room, but he didn’t get far. After seeing me continue helplessly fumbling with my pocket, bags and silly arrogance, he grew impatient and soon he was back standing next to me again.
“Here, lemme helpya, buddy” he said.
Suddenly, he took out my right hand from my pocket and reached with his right hand into my pocket.
I opened my eyes in alarm. What was this guy doing? Was he insane? Was he going to rob me? But the instant I was about to elbow him away, I felt how his hand took advantage of the looseness and space of my cargo shorts pockets, and began plucking my groin line.
I froze. A shiver ran up my spine. What had this guy just done? I was totally confused.
A couple of more plucks turned into a firm caress; then, a grab at the base of my genitals. Finally, skillfully caressing and grabbing my hardening balls were all it took to disarm me.
A part of me wanted to push him away and punch him. Instead, I was dominated by the other part of me that liked it. I couldn’t believe I was allowing this stranger to take advantage of me for his lewd desires.
I don’t know why. Further strokes felt so good and interesting. I felt my eagerness growing. This guy was blatantly having his way with me in broad daylight, but most disturbing part of it all was that I liked it. He kept rubbing softly my delicate parts while I just stayed standing petrified with my eyes as wide as a fish and holding my shopping bags in front of my room door. He gently widened his caressing range, which was reaching from my thighs to my hardening shaft. I was mortified. And I was enjoying it.
I didn’t know how to react. I’m not attracted to men. Well, usually. I had explored that route a little over a year back with another stranger, and later a couple. In a matter of days, they all had gotten the best of my most hidden and deepest fantasies. I had already admitted that I had totally enjoyed it, but until this biker slipped his hand into my front pocket, I always thought those experiences were just a fluke.
If there was ever a question about what attracts me, the answer was obvious now. And now a new question rose: what was I going to do about it?
After a good minute of sudden emotional realization and a very disturbing and improper frisk session courtesy of Easy Rider, I was still unable to reach my room key. However, I did notice that my head was slightly tilted towards the biker’s face, and my lips were lightly parted and eagerly moisten by my anxious tongue.
Obviously noticing that I was not posing any resistance, the stranger’s attacks began coming from all flanks. My new friend had positioned dangerously close behind me, with the left side of his face right on my right cheek and side of the neck. However, I did not notice how his left hand began sneaking through the rear of my pant waist band until it was firmly planted on my right ass cheek and had started to squeeze.
I should have been scared. And I was. I felt it all was so intense and crazy. Nonetheless, I liked it. There was no other way to describe it. I had forgotten how good it felt to be totally objectified by a stranger.
I did not move my body, except to turn my face to the right towards his. I closed my eyes and puckered my lips.
“You like this, doncha?” The biker whispered swiftly in my ear.
Goose bumps formed all over my arms and torso. I could only reply “Yes”, although it probably sounded more like a lustful hiss than a word.
At that instant, biker boy miraculously materialized the room key out of my pocket. He immediately released his left hand from my butt, steeped away, inserted the key in the door lock and opened the door. I was still a bit confused and dizzy due to all the teasing when he quickly rushed me into the room.
We were a few steps into the room. Before I realized what was going on, I had dropped the bags on the floor next to the bed. I also noticed I was no longer wearing my sports shoes or my shirt, and my cargo shorts were dropped to my ankles. But even more insane was that I was making out with the biker at the base of my bed. His tongue was already reaching my throat.
We briefly stopped so he could throw my shirt away; then, I swung my arms around the biker’s neck and continue frenching him.
Five minutes prior to all the craziness, I was en route to watch a movie. And now, there I was wearing nothing but only my crimson Brazilian cut briefs and my sox while tongue-kissing a guy I have never seen before in my life wearing Harley-Davidson shirt and a black leather vest in my room. It was beyond me how much of a slut I was.
Our lips were locked tight; our tongues danced inside our welled up mouths. His breath smelled of beer. His goatee scratched my smooth face skin. His strong hands clasped and tear forcefully my ass cheek as he pressed our bodies together.
Our pelvises grinded. I could feel my throbbing dick already trying to rip out from the synthetic fabric of my briefs and the swollen bulge inside the biker’s jeans was fighting to connect with mine. My shirtless chest pressed against his bulky torso.
One of his hands eventually released my ass and made space between us to cup my hard on the nylon-covered quivering mound on the front of my briefs. He squeezed gently; I exhaled in ecstasy.
Eager to reciprocate, I lowered one of my hands to reach his pants button, but it got difficult to release it due to his big guts. His belly was so large and hard and his waist line so stretched that I gave up trying to unbutton it, and began caressing and rubbing his crotch above the fabric of his jeans.
His manhood didn’t feel outstandingly big, but it seemed feisty. But I had not been with a man in a while so that was probably a good thing for now. Besides, he seemed to like my service and I was definitely enjoying it. He grinned and moaned in satisfaction.
He rolled his kissing to my cheek and onto my neck. A jolt of pleasuring current went down my body and back up my spine as one of his labor hand now reached inside my briefs. His callous, manly hands made direct contact with the tender skin of my very hard dick, which he immediately started to tease.
He sure knew how to jack-off. He had a hard and firm grip, and yet he excerpted the right speed and energy gentle enough to release delicious waves of pleasure throughout my phallic skin. A few more strokes like that, and I would have come right then and there. But me, wearing my briefs, didn’t last much longer after that, and I could tell he had other plans for me.
My dick finally jumped out. In an amazing display controlled savagery, the biker, seemingly anxious, allowed it to be free as he ripped my briefs off without moving me much. His powerful hands just tore them apart. I have to admit that I was little intimidated, but I was also excited at the sight of such force and intensity, especially in order to savor my goods.
Once my entire body was accessible to him, he was a little more pacified and continued deliciously manipulating it. Every inch of my skin of my body was at his mercy. Totally naked, it seemed that I was about to become the biker’s next sexual meal.
Having such a rugged image, I wasn’t surprised about his aggressive nature; however, I was impressed with sensual skill the biker had. Unexpectedly, he dropped down to his knees slowly at the same time as he smelled my torso as he went down. I could feel his nose vacuuming ribs, belly and groin. He would stick out his tongue every few inches, tasting my tender skin.
In front of my crotch, he continued sniffing my hard on and my trimmed pubes. He lifted my sack and probed my inseam with his nose like a hunting dog inspecting for his prey. I was a little scared, but I was also intrigued and enticed by his wild style.
Suddenly, he began licking. At first slowly, but then, he increased the intensity. More waves of pleasure ran up my spine and invaded my brain. Soon, still probing my inseam, he was slobbering my perineum and behind my sack. Then, he moved forward to kiss and lick my ball. Eventually he got to my dick and started blowing me away.
His hands grabbed my ass cheeks forcefully as he kept r****g his own face with my hard rod. After a couple of minutes, he stood up quickly, and again we kissed. But this time he was in a frenzy that somehow he injected into me. We frenched each other again madly as he continued jerking me off.
I had lost notion of time by then. I didn’t have a idea of how long we have been groping and making out. But then somehow, in a blur, he brought my face to his massive chest. He wouldn’t give up his shirt or his vest; however, his nipples were heavily extruded through the fabric of his shirt. It seemed that I was being directed at them. They looked chunky and tasty so I conceded.
As I began licking and biting and teasing his nipples through his shirt, his body reaction told me that he was enjoying it. Nonetheless, my nipple degustation didn’t last long as he soon kept hinting my body to keep going down. I finally got the message.
As I obliged and dropped to my knees, I heard him say: “You thought I would help you with your sissy bags for free, bitch? Well, my assistance has a price, cunt boy” When I looked up to his face in confusion, I stared at his eyes as he continued saying with a menacing voice: “Time to pay”
Although it did sound a bit creepy and awkward, I took it as some sort of kinky play. I figured that some people like to talk dirty and all. I’m not much into dirty talk while I fuck, but it had been quite fun so far so I decided to play along. He was courteous and did help me carrying the bags after all.
So once I knelt and had his crotch at my face level, it was not that difficult to unbutton his pants. I dragged his jeans and his boxers down to his boot exposing his hard cock.
His penis was average in size and width and curved upward. His genitals were smelly and very hairy; grooming was definitely not this biker's thing. But I was definitely up for it so I opened my mouth, closed my eyes and proceeded to suck his dick. As soon as my moist lips made contact with his erection, the biker looked up to the ceiling and moaned loudly with pleasure.
I brought a hand up to cup his hard balls and kept the other on his flat butt to caress him and maintain my balance. As expected, he grabbed my head with both of his hands and pressed against his crotch. But by the aggressive way he clasped my hair and pulled my head to him, it was obvious that he had no interest in whether I could breathe or not. He was just interested on r****g my mouth and getting his deep throats.
Sucking his dick was a bit difficult for me in the beginning because its curvature and my forehead was not comfortable with the back and forth movement due to the size of his belly. My head would keep bumping onto his gut. But eventually I figured out a side angle that would allow me to avoid the awkwardness.
It is not like I sucked that many cock at that point, although anyone looking would have thought or said the contrary after seeing me acting like the slut I was at that moment.
Eventually, I realized that it helped my neck to alternate sucking with jerking him off. I would retreat and bring the hand on his butt to the front and masturbate him while licking his balls. I would also lick and kiss his belly while looking up at him. I thought he loved this; he would look down on me with a pervert glance and shoot me kisses. I winked and smiled ant him in return, which prompted him to caress and rub my hair.
“Lube it good. It’s in your best interest, cunt” he said at some point.
Well, I guess now I know what is coming, I thought. So I took it into consideration and began slobbering and frothing my saliva all over his dick as much as I could.
This is when I noticed something that ringed alarms in my brain. On the rush to get into my room, the door had been left open. My first reaction was to stand up and close the door before continuing, but at the minor movement. However, when I tried, the biker hardened his grasp on my hair and pushed my face back to his crotch. With the muffled sound of a mouth stuffed with cock, I tried to say something, but to no avail. He totally ignored me.
Upon detecting my insistence, his only reply was: “You’re going nowhere, bitch. Keep sucking!”
So there I was. At any moment, anyone could just pass by my room and see me kneeling totally naked and sucking the erected penis of a biker, who I didn’t even know, and who was wearing his shirt, vest and boots, and with his pants and boxers to his ankles.
All I could do was to continue servicing him and hope nobody passed by.
After a few more minute, he pulled my hair and ordered me to step on the bed on my knees and keep my head forward and down, keeping my ass up in the air. Again, I obliged.
He made me grab both my ass cheeks and pull them apart. He placed his strong hands on top of my hands pried them apart, spreading my ass cheeks even wider. Two seconds later, I felt when his moist mouth and nose buried deep into my ass crack and began munching my tender hole.
He didn’t care about my dangling balls and dick anymore; he only focused on my hole. He licked, slurped and even bit on my sphincter for several minutes. It was pulsing with desire and hunger. I could only gasp for air as the sweet sensation. Having his long and strong tongue penetrating my rectum so quick and fast and deep was deliciously overwhelming. At this point, the biker could do with me whatever he wanted. I was in total heat.
When he was done tongue-fucking me, he began fingering me with a single digit. When he thought it was enough stretching, he put in double digits. After finger-fucking for a minute, he would retrieve his fingers and spit inside my gaping rectum; then, he would repeat the treatment.
SI was just slobbering and biting the bed linens when suddenly he reach out to my hair again and pulled it hard. He roughed me down from the bed and made me kneel back on the floor.
“Helping you with your bags and munching your ass are all the favors you’re getting from me, cunt. I have already been too benevolent with you and you barely have given me a decent blow job” He grabbed my head again and stuffed my mouth again with his hard cock. “You better do a better job now, because I won’t care if your ass can deal with it or not. So don’t come crying like a bitch, you hear me? I will rip it apart. So take it, bitch... take it and deep and good”
I could barely breathe as he pushed my face against his smelly, hairy and soft, fatty genitals. When he released his grip, I took a deep inhalation of air. My eyes welled up. The biker only allowed me only a second to breath before he had me deep-throating again.
But I think I only blew him up for a couple of more minutes. Thereafter, he grabbed me by the hair again and stood me up. Then, he threw me on the bed with my torso face down on the mattress and bent over with my parted feet on the floor. He immediately placed himself behind me and between my legs. Holding my hair with his left hand and my right shoulder with his right hand, he anchored himself and rammed his cock up my trembling anus.
My reaction was opening my mouth in surprise. My eyes almost popped out. I didn’t felt much more that a sliding tool coming up my ass initially. But I knew what was coming. A second or two after, the waves of pain began flooding my brain.
As the biker began fucking my ass hole, I tried to breathe deeply and relax. He dug deeper and deeper inside my rectum as he mercilessly pounded my tender inner flesh. All I could do was gritted my teeth, clasp the bed linens with my clenched fists and tried to assimilate the pain. But I couldn’t help but whine as tears rolled down my face.
“I tolcha sweet cheek! I tolcha, ha, ha! I tolcha you were gonna cry like a girl, bitch! Ha, ha!”
I wanted him to stop, but I could move. I threw my right arm back to catch his right hand, but instead he grabbed mine. Now, he had my head pinned down against the bed and my right arm locked on my back as he continued fucking me.
This guy was a bull. I continued trying to hold my whimpering as he kept impaling my ass mercilessly. All I could do was relaxing all my muscles as much as I could and wait until he was done. But after what seemed about ten minutes, he didn’t seem to wash off any of the eagerness, intensity or the rage. He was still ramming me hard.
At least, the pain had waned down by then; my rectum had been quite desensitized save from a nerve here and there.
Suddenly, as if having this biker having his lewd way with me wasn’t bad enough, what I hear filled my ears with fear.
“Jay! Hey Jay! Where the fuck are you?”
I heard a male voice shouting at the hallway. And I couldn’t go anywhere. I couldn’t close the damn door. I couldn’t even look at the door because my head in opposite direction. As I heard the voice closer and closer, I wished the voice would go away and that no one see me under these condition. All I wanted was that the voice gone away along with the biker and I be left alone.
“Jay!” Continue the person with exasperation. “Where did this mother fucker go? Jay! Jay, where the…”
Upon noticing the interruption, I could only assume, with horror and resignation that the sudden silence could only mean one of three things. One: and the one I hope for; he had found Jay and he was leaving. Two, and most likely for the distance of the voice: he had stepped in front of my room and discovered the bike impaling his manhood on my rear. Or three, and most dreaded: all of the above.
“Jay! What the fuck are you doing?” The voice asked.
“What the fuck does it look like I’m doing, Donnie?” replied Jay.
I rolled my eyes as my heart sank. All of the above.
“Really Jay, again?” said Donnie.
Again? Did he really just said that? Oh my god, how many did he do? What number was I?
“Ugn… what can I say Donnie? Ugn… I guess I… ugn… really like this shit… ugn… ugn…” He loathed. “I mean, I… ugn… was helping him… ugn… ugn… with some bags,ugn… he began flirting with me ugn… ugn… one thing lead to another… ugn… ugn… Meh! What the fuck are you ugn… bitching about? ugn… ugn… Come on in and give me ugn… ugn… give me a hand… ugn… ugn…. You’ll like it… ugn… ugn… I’m tellinya… ugn… these sweet butt cheeks are… ugn… giggly as yello… ugn… ugn… and the hole is pretty tight… ugn… you’ll love this… ugn… this tight pussy… ugn… ugn… very fucking tight… ugn… ugn…”
I was flirting with him? Was I? And not only that; was I also for sharing? Was I the communal entertainment now?
I heard the conversation exchange with terror as the voice closed in. And it got even more disturbing as I heard that Donnie’s voice was already in the room and quite amused by the invitation. I was confused and scared of what could happen to me at this point.
All of the sudden, Jay, having a strong grip of my hair as he continued fornicating me, yanked it back so hard that my torso lifted from the mattress. I let out a whine as I arched my back. Following that motion and Jay’s cock still inside me, he moved my still-bent-over body away from the bed, and redirected it to the voice. The next thing I saw and heard was a zipper.
I thought that was the queue for me to stop all this madness and sort out the misunderstanding, because, I, to start, was not flirting with anyone.
“But I…” I began saying before Jay abruptly interrupted me.
“Ugn… who the fuck tolcha to speak, cunt? Ugn… ugn.. shut up… ugn… and suck! Ugh…” He said with a sergeant’s authority.
Jay then, still clenching my hair, shoved my face to Donnie’s hairy, fleshy and smelly genitals.
With my face on collision course towards the blob, all I could see before I closed my eyes was that Donnie had already pulled his pants down and he had the tiniest dick I had seen since I was a k** at the YMCA.
I was almost lost in the unruly pubic bush under the biggest belly I have ever seen at that distance. The gland of Donnie’s flaccid penis and its short neck were not much bigger than my last girlfriend’s hardened nipple.
Right before my face crashed on the bland surface, I had time only to open my mouth to catch Donnie’s glorified clitoris. Jay buried my face onto his partner’s crotch so hard that I could barely breathe while he continued pounding my ass. Jay finally released the grip on my head only to allow Donnie to grab it with his two hands.
Not only was I being asphyxiated, Donnie’s crotch smelled like he hadn’t had shower for the last couple of days. My survival instinct had me throwing punches to the air and pushing away my mouth from Donnie’s little pecker. That prompted Jay to grab both my arms and locked them behind my back.
“Ooooh!... ugn… ugn… ugn… sissy boy is…. Ugn… feisty… ugn… ugn…” Jay said in mockery. He slapped my ass three times. “Easy sweet cheeks… ugn… ugn… ugn… you don’t want… us to… ugn… hurtcha… ugn…”
When Donnie finally relaxed his grip and allowed me to breathe. I gasped and inhaled deeply several times before. I was still being held bent forward, but I risked a look up. A could barely see Donnie’s bearded face because of his enormous gut.
Donnie looked down at me with seemingly tenderness: “Awh, comm’n pussy boy… suck my dick and I’ll be a sweet daddy for you, OK?” Then, he scowled at Jay. “And you ass hole, there’s no need to be so rough on him. I want to get some of that pussy too”
I didn’t know what else to do. There was no way I could take on these two fat bastards so I stopped resisting. I noticed that Donnie’s dick had hardened considerably and although it still was not even average size, at least it was something I could suction on. So tried to relax, continued blowing him way and tried to enjoy the banging the best I could.
And there I was: totally naked in my room being gangbanged by a couple of unknown, fat motorcycle riders. Jay had me bent over in front of him with my arms clasped in elbow-crossed fashion on my back with his strong right hand, penetrated my surrendered hole and spanked my ass cheek.
On the opposite side, Donnie plugged my mouth with his tiny little manhood. But even though in the beginning he didn’t show any more respect to me than to any of his past whores, eventually he became gentler and showed more appreciation for my oral service than the prick of Jay.
I also had already gotten used to his odor. In addition, Donnie’s reaction to my lip and tongue work so far had been very enticing. At least, that gave me some motivation to enjoy and even make use of some creativity.
I noticed that Donnie was especially sensitive on his balls. He didn’t like me sucking on his sack, but he loved the licking and the kissing. On the other hand, he totally loved had his cute little gland heavily sucked and even slightly teethed and bitten. He also adored me paying attention to his bushy, fatty pubic flesh.
Again, it was really challenging maintaining a comfortable position with his larger-than-life belly interfering with my task, but according to the affectionate caresses and rubs I was receiving on my hair, neck and upper back, Donnie seemed to be enjoying my blow job.
Donnie being such a big guy, it wasn’t a surprise to me when he decided to get on the bed. He laid back at the edge of the bed with his feet still on the floor.
Once Donnie got comfortable, Jay re-positioned me; then continued his duty. I had to admit that Jay was a stud. At that point, he must have been pumping me for at least 30 minutes since he first penetrated me, and he had not lost much intensity. He still had bent-over in front of him with my face between Donnie’s legs servicing his crotch.
I rubbed Donnie thoroughly, paying special attention to his tense thighs as I sucked him.
Once I was relaxed and my muscles were more receptive and the damn door of my room was closed, I regained my enjoyment and everybody seemed to happily serving and being served. Jay had let go of my arms and was grabbing me by the waist. I swear I could have heard him laugh a couple of times and even compliment my plump, round, quite feminine, cunt ass (well, those were the words he used). His smacking of my ass cheeks felt pretty nice too.
Jay’s balls slammed the bottom of my ass as his penis dug deeper and deeper into my rectum. That generated a rhythmical oscillating motion that made my balls and dick swing as well. This piston treatment continued for several more minutes until he began building up and was ready to unload.
Finally! I could sense his struggle to keep it contained. He moaned loud. It almost seemed like he didn’t want the climax to occur.
All of the sudden, he disengaged from my ass, grabbing me from the hair once again and led me to climb up to the bed and to get on top of Donnie. When I looked up, Donnie seemed pleased with the orders and like he was anxiously looking forward for me to follow them.
“Comm’n bitch, get up. Get over of Donnie. I want you to ride this fat mother fucker” he ordered.
I was startled, but I didn’t even try to resist or reply. I just did as told. I climbed on the bed and threw a leg over Donnie’s wide body as he lay happily on his back. With my legs spread open, I squatted and landed my wrecked ass on Donnie’s puffy crotch at the bottom of his large gut.
Once at the top, it was not hard for me to handle Donnie. By then, I felt like inserting his little knobby wiener into my gaping hole was like throwing a hot dog into one of the New York City subway tunnels. Five seconds later, I was bouncing and riding Donnie’s sorry hard-on and swallowing Jays dick
A minute or two later I realized that it all was like they say about riding a bike: it doesn’t matter how long ago you rode your last one, you never forget. While I had some a few years back, I definitely didn’t have that much experience with guys. But when I looked at the scene in the room closet mirror, and caught myself moving my body in such oscillating and sensual fashion on Donnie’s lap, I would have thought that the bitch riding him had been a cheap cock whore her entire life.
Donnie’s face was worth millions. It seemed to me that all the booty luck was on always Jay’s side. When I saw him for the first time at the motel’s parking less than an hour back, I remember wondering if he ever had a bit of fun in his whole life. By the look on his face when I was doing him, I could tell that the wavy flow of my waist and the rhythmical contractions of my ass cheeks were creating such a sweet cock massage that was quickly blowing him through the roof.
I admit that his reactions to the pressures and frictions he were receiving from my body were really gratifying. I took each “Ooh!” and “Ah!”, and every funny grinning or lusty face as compliments. Donnie may have been a bit smelly, but by the end, I had pretty much forgotten about that asshole Jay, even though he was still pumping his cock into my throat. And I must say that I had really started to enjoy the whole damn thing to the point that I even began to put some extra effort to please Donnie.
However, Jay reminded me that there was still a duty to complete. There was a clear reason why he had climbed on the bed as well. Standing on the bed next to Donnie and with his stiff manhood stuffed in my face, he had grabbed me, once again, by the hair and was making sure that I took his cock all the way to the hilt into my mouth. I felt his ball slapping my chin.
“Comm’n bitch, swallow it!” He said ramming his meat rod deep into my throat. “I hope your pussy was clean, heh, heh, heh!”
Yes, I’m glad it was.
Luckily, it didn’t take long for him to grow impatient and anxious again. Soon, his body tensed; a second later, he began convulsing. He grabbed my head even tighter impaling his hose all the way into my mouth as I felt his juiced milk beginning to flow powerfully through it. He injected his excretion at the deeper end of my throat. He didn’t loosened his grip until his balls, pressed against my lower lip and chin, were totally depleted.
“Take bitch, take it aaaaaaah! …ugn… ugn… cunt, take it aaaaall aaaaah” He said still coming.
I was pissed because I didn’t even know the guy and still I didn’t have any other choice than to swallow all his semen. It all was already on my throat and I could barely breathe. I had to gulp it all down my throat.
“Clean it, bitch, clean it!” He said once he was done. Then, he slowly retrieved his now dangling penis from my mouth.
I made sure to lick and suck all the residues of his white jizm and my saliva left on his dick. I cleaned it all.
“Make sure you do him completely too, you hearme?” Jay arrogantly demanded looking at me and pointing at Donnie. “Or I’ll come later, and make you sorry”
Jay wiped any final residues of moist left on his flaccid dick on my face; then, his hands, and finally, he slapped lightly my right cheek. Then, he climbed down the bed, put on his short jeans and left the room. But the bastard didn’t close the door entirly, leaving it half open.
Nonetheless, I was finally done with that Jay jerk. So I continued riding Donnie. He was truly enjoying it. He was moaning really sexy, and even caressing my knees and thighs. His glance alternated between the roof and my face. He was all smiles. He seemed to be having so much fun that I even got a little bit horny. My dick was hardening, and it grew exponentially as I sense Donnie was reaching his climax.
I thought about it but I didn’t dare to ask. Then, ultimately, I said it.
“Eh, do you mind if I… eh, you know… eh…” I said with a sheepish voice and looking down at my crotch.
“Ooooh, sure, baby, go ahead!” He said smiling. “I don’t mind… ugh… Aaaaah!… ugh… and you’ve earn-ooooooh… mmmmmm…”
Relieved, I happily began jerking off as I continued riding Donnie’s cock, grinding it inside my rectum with harmonic and flowing pelvic motions.
Soon, Donnie couldn’t hold it any longer and began spraying my bowels with his seed. When I looked at his face, he had the funniest “oh” faced I had ever seen in my life. His eyes were lit with joy. He was just ecstatic and smiling looking aimlessly at the roof. All I could do was laugh in relief and I took it as my queue to release myself.
As my ass cheeks and anus contracted tight around of what was left of Donnie’s now-limp knobby penis, I rolled my head, eyes, and spine back, and shot my load all over his gut. Some of it even reach his beard. I milked my dick completely and collapsed on top of Donnie’s seemingly lifeless body.
A minute later, I rolled to the side slow and closed my eyes. I could finally be relaxed.
Minutes later, Jay showed up on the door. I felt like my heart skipped a beat. Fear flooded my head. What does he want? No more. I couldn’t take no more, I thought.
Totally ignoring me, he said: “Comm’n fat ass, I have Frank on the phone. Let’s get this over with” Then, he left, but leaving the door wide open. Damn.
But I exhaled with relief. At least he didn’t grant me any more sexual abuse.
“Ok, buddy, it was a lot of fun, but I gotta go” He said in a jolly mood.
I may have mumbled something, but my body, including my lips and even my vocal chords, was shutting down. My ass hole felt gaping and numb as it was still oozing white goo. My body sprawled face up lifeless across the bed with my arms and legs spread apart like a battered and badly used rag doll.
After stumbling all over the place while getting dressed, Donnie was about to run out the door. However, he suddenly stopped as if he had remembered something. He slowly approached with a hint of a sexy pace back to the bed where I my body still lay all limp. He sat next to me putting his heavy hand tenderly on my forehead, rubbing it.
“What do you think about me coming over a bit later, sweetie” He said with a mild grin.
My eyes opened in terror.
“Easy, baby, easy… he won’t be coming. I promise” He said with a soothing voice. “It would be just you and me alone. And I also promise to take a shower before showing up”
I looked into his eyes and I was totally surprised. I had not seen such tenderness in a very long time. I was well aware that I was far from being a good personality judge, but his eyes told me he was very sincere. I was definitely scared about me making a mistake in judgment, but I could not deny that he had been very gentle, his dick was one that I could totally handle even in my dire condition of exhaustion, and most importantly, given the time I had had sex prior to this threesome, even though it was quite intense, the sick sad truth was that I was still quite horny. So yes, I was really considering it.
Then, I remembered the point in which very worried about Jay’s attitude. And when Donnie appeared and it was the two of them gangbanging me so aggressively, the situation had gotten pretty scary. I truly was about to turn down the invitation.
Donnie’s eyes told me that he sensed answer was going to be a negative one. And before I moved my lips to tell him, he beat me to it and said: “Hey, I’ll even start giving you head”
What do you say to that? I was speechless.
I kept staring at his eyes and they were so filled with eagerness and enthusiasm.
Before I could even think of anything, he continued. “I’ll give you the best god damn blow job you have ever had in your sweet life, eh? What say you?”
How do you say to a k** that he won’t have a lollypop? I tried to make sense out of it but he was just too cute. I began thinking on how much nicer he was after he began having his way with me and how much fun he seemed to have. I definitely had more fun when that ass hole, Jay, left finally left. So after several seconds, I thought why not?
But even when I was changing my mind and was about to give him a chance, he dropped to his knees. “Ok, ok, ok… I’ll shave my bear. I’ll shave my fucking beard! Please, please… please!”
“Ha!” I know it was evil, but I couldn’t contain the laughter. Donnie’s bearded widened with a broad smile. His green eyes were lit.
It was so ironic how the guy helping me with the bags turned into such a jerk after servicing his urge, and the one snubbing me in the beginning turned to be so gentle, cool and even sweet. It was confusing, but at least I was not that scared anymore.
When I finally calmed my laughter down, I stared at him for a few seconds as I bit my lower lip. Then I commenced saying: “Ok, the shaving is not necessary. I actually like the beard” But then, then my eyes frowned menacingly. “But Jay will not come. He’ll stay away. And you’ll take that shower. You promise”
“Ok, cross my…” I interrupted him.
“And!” I continued. “And for my blow job, I want you to lick my ball thoroughly and my ass eaten real good. It also needs some serious relaxation treatment. Deal?
“Cross my heart. Boy Scout honor” He replied lifting his hand and showing two straightened, tight fingers.
I couldn’t believe that guys had ever been a Boy Scout.
“Sure, why not?” I finally said unable to contain a wide blushing smile while looking down to his enormous gut and caressing his hand. “Tell you what… how about me giving you that bath? How’s that?”
“Great! You’re awesome. Damn, where did Jay find you?” He said happily. He kissed my cheek
Then, he stood up, walked to the door and right before leaving the room he said: “By the way sweet cheeks, what’s your name? Bah! Never mind, you can tell me when I get back. Seeya in a couple of hours, baby”
And as he left almost dancing of joy, he at least had the decency to close the fucking door.