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It was a mid-July night and I was working at a dive bar in North Chicago. This place was usually busy, but most of the students were home for the summer. I was no longer a student but not quite got into the full graduate thing, thinking about what to do next. In the meanwhile, working a bar job that was popular with both students, the gay crowd looking for cheap drinks before a big night and the occasional hipster or two earned me adequate pay and tips so I could get by.
I looked at my watch. Only fifteen minutes till last orders. There was only one other person in the bar - a customer who had come in saying he was thirsty and looking for a good drink before heading home. I could have sworn I recognised him from somewhere but that might have been just my mind tricking me.
He was handsome, dark skinned and with some rugged features, wearing a black shirt and jeans. Maybe mid-thirties, with a light goatee and dark eyes. He also tipped very well - leaving me 20 dollars minus cost for a single of our most expensive gins. I was hoping to serve him at couple of those. It had been a quiet night and the generous tips would have made up for it.
“Can I get you something else?”
“You can. How about just another gin for now though.” I served him another. Same tip again. This guy must have been either really rich or really drunk. I noticed an unusual accent on him also.
“Where you from?” I asked, making conversation.
“East Coast.” He replied, though I wasn’t convinced. Maybe East Coast by way of Jamaica.
“What brings you here?” My curiosity piqued.
“I heard this is a good place to get a good drink and... pick up some good ass.” He smiled as he said. I laughed at his bluntness.
“You know normally you might be right but it is summer and all the students are home. Weekends are still a good time though.”
He shrugged his shoulders. “And how come you’re here? No home to go to?”
Other than the fact I worked here, I had also only just graduated. I was living nearby, hoping to land a job downtown eventually. At least that was the plan, I told him. Shortly after he bought another drink and asked if I wanted one too. What the hell, I thought and said yes.
I had a shot of tequila. I let the burn pass for a moment and then went back to the stock room.
***
At this time of night, if it’s quiet, I’d usually start restocking drinks. Which is what I was doing when I felt, for some odd reason, that he was checking me out. I was squatting on the floor, stocking the drinks into fridge when I realised the place had gone quiet. I turned around and noticed his head move up, giving me a friendly smile.
“You need something else?”
“No please... don’t get up on my account. I was just admiring the view.”
“The view?”
“Yes the view. I’m an Ass Man… And you’ve got one hell of an ass,” he laughed.
Working at a bar, especially one with gay clientele, you get used to getting hit on. But there was also something disarming about his laughter. His overall charm, which was endearing even if a little flirty. It was a quiet night and he tipped well, otherwise I might have been tempted to close early.
Also the man had a point. I did have a nice ass. On the account of my track and field days, which led me to having a fat ass. Or a phatty, as my friends from the hood would call it.
“Thanks. I think.” I politely replied and continued stocking drinks.
By the time I was done, it was almost midnight and last orders. When I stood up, he had just finished his drink and signalled for another round by wagging his finger at me.
“It’s last rounds. Bar closes in 5 mins.”
He leaned in. “You ever break the rules, Benji?” He stared at me intensely, like he was trying to break into my mind. I felt a rush of fear and excitement. Something felt alarming about this but also enticing.
Yes, I replied. I was no Boy Scout. He wiggled his finger invitingly… so I came a little closer.
“Good. How about you serve me another round... and one for yourself too, why not. And then let me have a look at that ass? In the flesh.”
He said this and placed a 20 dollar bill on the bar. Minus the drinks, that would have been another decent tip. But there was also the fact that I was suddenly aroused by the situation.
I smiled, flashing my pretty boy grin in flirtatious reaction. “Are you serious?”
He nodded, suddenly looking very serious.
The manager and owner was an old timer who lived nearby. He would usually be in bed at this point and I’d lock up, which meant we were pretty much alone.
“Ok then. Sure.”
So I turned around, unfastened my belt and jeans and dropped them to reveal my peach. I have a real bubble butt - fully round and perky. Some of my lovers have called it a girl’s butt, though I’m not a girl. Or a power bottom’s, though I’ve never really thought of myself that way either, despite how much I enjoy taking it up the ass. Either way, my butt was big and it had got me a lot of attention before.
“Nice. That’s a real sexy booty Benji... but I’d like to get a closer look. Maybe even squeeze it a bit. What do you say to that?”
I should have said No…
***
But here I was, on a quiet Wednesday night, leading him back to the back of the bar. What was it about him that made me take such a risk? It wasn’t just his sex appeal or the fact that he tipped well. It was more about the fact that he wanted me. He clearly demanded that he wanted to see my ass, so I showed it to him. Now what else could he want from me.
We were in the stock room now, surrounded by boxes of wine and alcohol and crates of beer. I still had my jeans dropped to below my buttocks. Even though it’s just the two of us, I feel very vulnerable. This only added to my excitement.
“Shake it for me,” his husky, accented voice instructs me. I find myself unable to resist and I start twerking my ass, doing a little dance for him, letting it bounce. It turns me on even more but I also feel a little silly.
“I hope you haven’t taken me back here to steel any of our booze.” I joke, hoping to lighten the mood. But then I feel his hand grab my ass and squeeze hard. “What the fuck?” but I get his palm over my mouth instead.
“You talk too much.” He said simply and spun me around so I was facing him.
And then he kissed me, smothering my mouth with his thick lips, making me take his tongue. It’s clear he’s in control. His kiss was so demanding, so dominant. His hands moved down my back and squeezed, firmly and with both handfuls, my sizeable buttocks. My moan escaped my throat, revealing how much I enjoyed that. Then one hand snaked its way inside my jeans and just like that he was squeezing my backside, pinching my flesh. His hand, rough and strong, squeezed and felt up each mound before finding its way between, to rub coarsely around my hole, which was pulsating as it got excited. Not so fast. “Wait”, I tried to protest but then – “Ow!” he grabbed my hair to silence me. I felt his finger press against my hole. His finger felt rough against my puckered hole. But it felt good too.
“Spread them legs. Let me have a look at this pussy.”
And by look he meant lick because pretty soon I felt his tongue - sticky and warm, gliding all the way from the bottom of my crack up to the tip of my taint.
“No...” I whimpered but didn’t mean it. My hole puckered around his squirming tongue and it sent shivers up my spine. I shook when his tongue pushed perfectly against my ring. Wow. That’s how you eat ass. Like high end groceries. He repeated it a few times – turning my body on. By the time I feel his finger slide in, my hole is puckering wildly.
“That’s a tight pussy. Beautiful, but tight. Not bad for a slut.”
“I ain’t no slut, yo.” I argued but felt my point somewhat undermined by my current situation. It’s not like I even knew his name.
“My bad. No offense meant… This ass is tight though! When last did you get fucked?”
It had been a while, I had to admit. Two months maybe. A sophomore ball player who I’ll miss once I move away from campus.
“Two months? That’s too long. This ass needs to get fucked on the regular,” he says cryptically and I notice he’s holding a little tube of lube. What kind of night was he having? He obviously came prepared as I felt two fingers slide into my ass now. When they pushed in, the net effect on me was to make me squeal like a little bitch. But I was beyond caring.
He spun me around again, facing me and we kissed. I instinctively reached for his crotch, feeling up his bulge while he fingered my ass continuously. I could barely contain my moans. The heat building inside me was intense and fast rising, as he continued to fuck me with his digits.
“You want this dick?” he taunted, slipping a thumb and index into my mouth possessively.
“Oh yeah!” I panted as he ravaged my mouth with his fingers working crude but effective magic on my body. I don’t always like to be dominated… but when it happens, it’s got to be the right Top. And he certainly seemed like he knew what he was doing.
He pulled on my hair and then told me to get on my knees. I obeyed, dropping to my haunches. The air felt cool against my exposed bare ass. It felt like ages as he teasingly unzipped his jeans and undid his belt to fetch out his dick. Damn!
It was as good a looking dick… I was sure I was drooling at the sight of it. Cut, long and hard already to a perfect ten inches. Even my hole spasmed in excited anticipation, knowing something I didn’t know yet! This was suddenly what I wanted more than anything else. But when I reached out to touch it as he held it invitingly in his hand, he brusquely slapped my hand away. And then I got a slap to the face.
“No hands bitch. Not yet,” he warned angrily.
Rather than arguing, I moaned, compelled to obey him. I looked up at him, desperate and pleading. Suddenly he had all the power as he had switched on my submissive side.
He shoved his dick inside my mouth and I swallowed deep. But he was already trying to shove himself down my throat. He wasn’t messing around.
He grabbed my head and began to slide and stroke his dick out of my mouth, fucking it like it was a pussy. “Yeah fucking suck that dick bitch!” he growled, suddenly wild eyed and mean. Sucking wasn’t really what I would call this. But he didn’t care, slamming his hard cock into my throat and then choking, stretching my mouth to its limits. My eyes began to water and I couple of times I nearly retched but he kept fucking my mouth. And then he would slap me. Slap. Slap. To the face, each one not hard enough to hurt but enough to sting. My moans of protest only encouraged him to fuck my mouth more aggressively. I certainly made sure I kept my mouth wide to take him.
Reaching out with his long, muscular arm he stuck his spit-wet middle finger inside my hole. “Swallow my dick! Take it all cocsucker!” and slapped me on the back of my head to force his dick further down my throat till I almost all of him. He pulled out quickly, making me pant and splutter. I looked up at him, expecting another assault on my mouth but he dropped his jeans and boxers, turning around to show off his perfect muscular butt.
“Eat my ass bitch!” he commanded. Oh my god! I dove in, shoving my face as I licked and ate his hole. He smelled musky but tasted sweat. I enjoyed sliding my tongue across his hairy, puckered hole. He groaned emphatically, playing with his steel-hard cock and then shoved my face into his crack by the back of my head till my nose was pressed up in it. Then he quickly turned around, his swinging dick hitting me in the face.
“That’s it slut. Lick my balls now,” he said as he shoved his nutts in my face. I didn’t have to be told twice, slobbering and sucking on his round manly, sweaty globes and then licking his scrotum before swallowing his dick again. With one hand he pulled my t-shirt over my head, so I was almost naked.
“You want this dick in your ass, boy?” he asked and then after a long time of me not replying, he pulled me up and spun me around so that my hands were against the wall, my jeans and underwear around my ankles.
“Fuck yeah.”
I felt his big black sausage stretching me. He was surprisingly gentle – at first. Gripping me firmly by the waist, he started to stroke back and forth. Despite it having been a solid two months since I was last penetrated, my ass was coming back to life. The warmth was turning into a heat, rising from my legs, groins up my spine into my mind. “Fuck me! Fuck my ass! Give me that dick!” I was moaning, my jeans around my knees, my ass sticking out as I was bent over. He was holding on to my waist, sliding his 10 inch pipe into me, slowly at first but now more steadily. With every stroke, he was dragging me with him, making me grow hornier until I spread my ass cheeks apart with my hands as my body craved to have his every inch inside me.
“Yeah take that dick!” he laughed, arrogant and dominant. With one hand he held me by shoulder while he drove his cock in and out of my ass.
“Let’s go down… fuck me like a bitch!” I said, panting as I carefully descended forward onto my hands and knees, followed by him, his dick never leaving me as he readjusted and continued to long pipe me.
“That’s it… now you’re getting into it. Keep your legs together!” he commanded as he was on his feet, his legs spread eagle wide, his body leaning forward, holding on to my arched waist as he pile drove his dick into my butt. In this position, I was getting that dick doggy style but his dick was sliding downwards, packing deep and touching every nerve end.
We got into a good rhythm. His strokes were constant and all I could do was take it. “Oh fuck! Oh hell yeah!” I yelled out loud. I looked down at my erect dick. I’d forgotten how much I enjoyed getting dug out. The way he was fucking me was making me feel delirious. His dick kept hitting my p-spot and I could feel my own dick leaking, incensed with pleasure. If he kept this up, I would surely nutt.
“Aaaarghhh… yes! Fuck yes! Shit!” I heard him yell as he pummelled me. Then his dick, buried deep in my guts, started to pulsate as he released his seed deep inside me. He must have had needed it for a long time because it was a very long and powerful orgasm. I let him take as long as he wanted… not eager to let him pull out in a hurry. Hopeful that he’d keep fucking me till I bust my own release. I was frantically jerking my own dick.
But he had other intentions as he yanked his dick, spun me around and then without as much as asking, shoved his dick in my mouth. I moaned as he fucked my mouth for a few seconds more before he pulled out and jerked off the last of his orgasm, squirting another all over my face.
Before I could figure out what was happening, he had already trousered up. He pulled out a 20 dollar note and stuck it in my mouth. The sight of me naked and face cum-covered must have prompted his laugh. “Are you sure you ain’t no slut? He spat on my face and then laughed. Then he left me in the store room. I was too stunned to realise I hadn’t even asked for his name or number.
I hadn't cum, suddenly realising I was alone, naked and a cum-covered mess. I looked around and saw no sign of anyone else.
I looked at my watch. Only fifteen minutes till last orders. There was only one other person in the bar - a customer who had come in saying he was thirsty and looking for a good drink before heading home. I could have sworn I recognised him from somewhere but that might have been just my mind tricking me.
He was handsome, dark skinned and with some rugged features, wearing a black shirt and jeans. Maybe mid-thirties, with a light goatee and dark eyes. He also tipped very well - leaving me 20 dollars minus cost for a single of our most expensive gins. I was hoping to serve him at couple of those. It had been a quiet night and the generous tips would have made up for it.
“Can I get you something else?”
“You can. How about just another gin for now though.” I served him another. Same tip again. This guy must have been either really rich or really drunk. I noticed an unusual accent on him also.
“Where you from?” I asked, making conversation.
“East Coast.” He replied, though I wasn’t convinced. Maybe East Coast by way of Jamaica.
“What brings you here?” My curiosity piqued.
“I heard this is a good place to get a good drink and... pick up some good ass.” He smiled as he said. I laughed at his bluntness.
“You know normally you might be right but it is summer and all the students are home. Weekends are still a good time though.”
He shrugged his shoulders. “And how come you’re here? No home to go to?”
Other than the fact I worked here, I had also only just graduated. I was living nearby, hoping to land a job downtown eventually. At least that was the plan, I told him. Shortly after he bought another drink and asked if I wanted one too. What the hell, I thought and said yes.
I had a shot of tequila. I let the burn pass for a moment and then went back to the stock room.
***
At this time of night, if it’s quiet, I’d usually start restocking drinks. Which is what I was doing when I felt, for some odd reason, that he was checking me out. I was squatting on the floor, stocking the drinks into fridge when I realised the place had gone quiet. I turned around and noticed his head move up, giving me a friendly smile.
“You need something else?”
“No please... don’t get up on my account. I was just admiring the view.”
“The view?”
“Yes the view. I’m an Ass Man… And you’ve got one hell of an ass,” he laughed.
Working at a bar, especially one with gay clientele, you get used to getting hit on. But there was also something disarming about his laughter. His overall charm, which was endearing even if a little flirty. It was a quiet night and he tipped well, otherwise I might have been tempted to close early.
Also the man had a point. I did have a nice ass. On the account of my track and field days, which led me to having a fat ass. Or a phatty, as my friends from the hood would call it.
“Thanks. I think.” I politely replied and continued stocking drinks.
By the time I was done, it was almost midnight and last orders. When I stood up, he had just finished his drink and signalled for another round by wagging his finger at me.
“It’s last rounds. Bar closes in 5 mins.”
He leaned in. “You ever break the rules, Benji?” He stared at me intensely, like he was trying to break into my mind. I felt a rush of fear and excitement. Something felt alarming about this but also enticing.
Yes, I replied. I was no Boy Scout. He wiggled his finger invitingly… so I came a little closer.
“Good. How about you serve me another round... and one for yourself too, why not. And then let me have a look at that ass? In the flesh.”
He said this and placed a 20 dollar bill on the bar. Minus the drinks, that would have been another decent tip. But there was also the fact that I was suddenly aroused by the situation.
I smiled, flashing my pretty boy grin in flirtatious reaction. “Are you serious?”
He nodded, suddenly looking very serious.
The manager and owner was an old timer who lived nearby. He would usually be in bed at this point and I’d lock up, which meant we were pretty much alone.
“Ok then. Sure.”
So I turned around, unfastened my belt and jeans and dropped them to reveal my peach. I have a real bubble butt - fully round and perky. Some of my lovers have called it a girl’s butt, though I’m not a girl. Or a power bottom’s, though I’ve never really thought of myself that way either, despite how much I enjoy taking it up the ass. Either way, my butt was big and it had got me a lot of attention before.
“Nice. That’s a real sexy booty Benji... but I’d like to get a closer look. Maybe even squeeze it a bit. What do you say to that?”
I should have said No…
***
But here I was, on a quiet Wednesday night, leading him back to the back of the bar. What was it about him that made me take such a risk? It wasn’t just his sex appeal or the fact that he tipped well. It was more about the fact that he wanted me. He clearly demanded that he wanted to see my ass, so I showed it to him. Now what else could he want from me.
We were in the stock room now, surrounded by boxes of wine and alcohol and crates of beer. I still had my jeans dropped to below my buttocks. Even though it’s just the two of us, I feel very vulnerable. This only added to my excitement.
“Shake it for me,” his husky, accented voice instructs me. I find myself unable to resist and I start twerking my ass, doing a little dance for him, letting it bounce. It turns me on even more but I also feel a little silly.
“I hope you haven’t taken me back here to steel any of our booze.” I joke, hoping to lighten the mood. But then I feel his hand grab my ass and squeeze hard. “What the fuck?” but I get his palm over my mouth instead.
“You talk too much.” He said simply and spun me around so I was facing him.
And then he kissed me, smothering my mouth with his thick lips, making me take his tongue. It’s clear he’s in control. His kiss was so demanding, so dominant. His hands moved down my back and squeezed, firmly and with both handfuls, my sizeable buttocks. My moan escaped my throat, revealing how much I enjoyed that. Then one hand snaked its way inside my jeans and just like that he was squeezing my backside, pinching my flesh. His hand, rough and strong, squeezed and felt up each mound before finding its way between, to rub coarsely around my hole, which was pulsating as it got excited. Not so fast. “Wait”, I tried to protest but then – “Ow!” he grabbed my hair to silence me. I felt his finger press against my hole. His finger felt rough against my puckered hole. But it felt good too.
“Spread them legs. Let me have a look at this pussy.”
And by look he meant lick because pretty soon I felt his tongue - sticky and warm, gliding all the way from the bottom of my crack up to the tip of my taint.
“No...” I whimpered but didn’t mean it. My hole puckered around his squirming tongue and it sent shivers up my spine. I shook when his tongue pushed perfectly against my ring. Wow. That’s how you eat ass. Like high end groceries. He repeated it a few times – turning my body on. By the time I feel his finger slide in, my hole is puckering wildly.
“That’s a tight pussy. Beautiful, but tight. Not bad for a slut.”
“I ain’t no slut, yo.” I argued but felt my point somewhat undermined by my current situation. It’s not like I even knew his name.
“My bad. No offense meant… This ass is tight though! When last did you get fucked?”
It had been a while, I had to admit. Two months maybe. A sophomore ball player who I’ll miss once I move away from campus.
“Two months? That’s too long. This ass needs to get fucked on the regular,” he says cryptically and I notice he’s holding a little tube of lube. What kind of night was he having? He obviously came prepared as I felt two fingers slide into my ass now. When they pushed in, the net effect on me was to make me squeal like a little bitch. But I was beyond caring.
He spun me around again, facing me and we kissed. I instinctively reached for his crotch, feeling up his bulge while he fingered my ass continuously. I could barely contain my moans. The heat building inside me was intense and fast rising, as he continued to fuck me with his digits.
“You want this dick?” he taunted, slipping a thumb and index into my mouth possessively.
“Oh yeah!” I panted as he ravaged my mouth with his fingers working crude but effective magic on my body. I don’t always like to be dominated… but when it happens, it’s got to be the right Top. And he certainly seemed like he knew what he was doing.
He pulled on my hair and then told me to get on my knees. I obeyed, dropping to my haunches. The air felt cool against my exposed bare ass. It felt like ages as he teasingly unzipped his jeans and undid his belt to fetch out his dick. Damn!
It was as good a looking dick… I was sure I was drooling at the sight of it. Cut, long and hard already to a perfect ten inches. Even my hole spasmed in excited anticipation, knowing something I didn’t know yet! This was suddenly what I wanted more than anything else. But when I reached out to touch it as he held it invitingly in his hand, he brusquely slapped my hand away. And then I got a slap to the face.
“No hands bitch. Not yet,” he warned angrily.
Rather than arguing, I moaned, compelled to obey him. I looked up at him, desperate and pleading. Suddenly he had all the power as he had switched on my submissive side.
He shoved his dick inside my mouth and I swallowed deep. But he was already trying to shove himself down my throat. He wasn’t messing around.
He grabbed my head and began to slide and stroke his dick out of my mouth, fucking it like it was a pussy. “Yeah fucking suck that dick bitch!” he growled, suddenly wild eyed and mean. Sucking wasn’t really what I would call this. But he didn’t care, slamming his hard cock into my throat and then choking, stretching my mouth to its limits. My eyes began to water and I couple of times I nearly retched but he kept fucking my mouth. And then he would slap me. Slap. Slap. To the face, each one not hard enough to hurt but enough to sting. My moans of protest only encouraged him to fuck my mouth more aggressively. I certainly made sure I kept my mouth wide to take him.
Reaching out with his long, muscular arm he stuck his spit-wet middle finger inside my hole. “Swallow my dick! Take it all cocsucker!” and slapped me on the back of my head to force his dick further down my throat till I almost all of him. He pulled out quickly, making me pant and splutter. I looked up at him, expecting another assault on my mouth but he dropped his jeans and boxers, turning around to show off his perfect muscular butt.
“Eat my ass bitch!” he commanded. Oh my god! I dove in, shoving my face as I licked and ate his hole. He smelled musky but tasted sweat. I enjoyed sliding my tongue across his hairy, puckered hole. He groaned emphatically, playing with his steel-hard cock and then shoved my face into his crack by the back of my head till my nose was pressed up in it. Then he quickly turned around, his swinging dick hitting me in the face.
“That’s it slut. Lick my balls now,” he said as he shoved his nutts in my face. I didn’t have to be told twice, slobbering and sucking on his round manly, sweaty globes and then licking his scrotum before swallowing his dick again. With one hand he pulled my t-shirt over my head, so I was almost naked.
“You want this dick in your ass, boy?” he asked and then after a long time of me not replying, he pulled me up and spun me around so that my hands were against the wall, my jeans and underwear around my ankles.
“Fuck yeah.”
I felt his big black sausage stretching me. He was surprisingly gentle – at first. Gripping me firmly by the waist, he started to stroke back and forth. Despite it having been a solid two months since I was last penetrated, my ass was coming back to life. The warmth was turning into a heat, rising from my legs, groins up my spine into my mind. “Fuck me! Fuck my ass! Give me that dick!” I was moaning, my jeans around my knees, my ass sticking out as I was bent over. He was holding on to my waist, sliding his 10 inch pipe into me, slowly at first but now more steadily. With every stroke, he was dragging me with him, making me grow hornier until I spread my ass cheeks apart with my hands as my body craved to have his every inch inside me.
“Yeah take that dick!” he laughed, arrogant and dominant. With one hand he held me by shoulder while he drove his cock in and out of my ass.
“Let’s go down… fuck me like a bitch!” I said, panting as I carefully descended forward onto my hands and knees, followed by him, his dick never leaving me as he readjusted and continued to long pipe me.
“That’s it… now you’re getting into it. Keep your legs together!” he commanded as he was on his feet, his legs spread eagle wide, his body leaning forward, holding on to my arched waist as he pile drove his dick into my butt. In this position, I was getting that dick doggy style but his dick was sliding downwards, packing deep and touching every nerve end.
We got into a good rhythm. His strokes were constant and all I could do was take it. “Oh fuck! Oh hell yeah!” I yelled out loud. I looked down at my erect dick. I’d forgotten how much I enjoyed getting dug out. The way he was fucking me was making me feel delirious. His dick kept hitting my p-spot and I could feel my own dick leaking, incensed with pleasure. If he kept this up, I would surely nutt.
“Aaaarghhh… yes! Fuck yes! Shit!” I heard him yell as he pummelled me. Then his dick, buried deep in my guts, started to pulsate as he released his seed deep inside me. He must have had needed it for a long time because it was a very long and powerful orgasm. I let him take as long as he wanted… not eager to let him pull out in a hurry. Hopeful that he’d keep fucking me till I bust my own release. I was frantically jerking my own dick.
But he had other intentions as he yanked his dick, spun me around and then without as much as asking, shoved his dick in my mouth. I moaned as he fucked my mouth for a few seconds more before he pulled out and jerked off the last of his orgasm, squirting another all over my face.
Before I could figure out what was happening, he had already trousered up. He pulled out a 20 dollar note and stuck it in my mouth. The sight of me naked and face cum-covered must have prompted his laugh. “Are you sure you ain’t no slut? He spat on my face and then laughed. Then he left me in the store room. I was too stunned to realise I hadn’t even asked for his name or number.
I hadn't cum, suddenly realising I was alone, naked and a cum-covered mess. I looked around and saw no sign of anyone else.
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