Pidz
113 / male
Not Alabama, England, UK
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Sunday afternoon tea with the vicar and cucumber sandwiches… Part 3.
He suddenly and unexpectedly let go of his cock and pulled me to his side of the table, spun me around and with both hands on my shoulders forced me down to land across his desk. The first thing I felt was my nipples squashed onto the cold leather of his table and the feeling was overwhelming. And not a second had passed when I felt him pop the button on my jeans and then he literately ripped the zipper apart as I heard and felt the stitching go and they dropped to my knees. The last thing I felt was the tip of his cock against my slit and he thrust it all the way. I let out a yelp as he drove his knob onto my cervix with one hard thrust; then he slowly withdrew and pounded it once more, then again and again and again. It was like each hammering was intended to reposition my internal organs. My clit had become stiff from rubbing against the edge of the desk and I felt something wet and warm inside and presumed he had spent his lot so quickly. But he didn’t stop pounding and bruising my insides. My clit was by now huge and begging for extra attention so I pushed my fingers back between my legs and tried to get some of his cum off his cock as a clit lubricant, but it felt different. I pulled my arm out and looked at my fingers; they were covered in my blood and mucus. The bastard had fetched on my period that wasn’t due for several days. But what the fuck, I just had to rub my swollen bud off like there was no tomorrow! While he grunted and I groaned, the door knocked and was opened by a spotty faced, youth store man. “Don’t stand there gawping lad” he shouted, “offer your her cock to her”! And right in front of my face he produces the weirdest dick I had ever seen. I’ve seen straighter bananas. But nonetheless he quickly wanked himself hard. Then what happened was the most disgusting thing I had ever seen. He pulled back his foreskin and it was encrusted with yellow cheese wax, with an acrid smell of stale piss. With one hand he grabbed hold of my hair and the other pulled on my lower jaw and within an instant had rammed himself fully into my throat and down onto his balls. He grabbed two handfuls of my hair and in fast succession kept ramming my face against his stomach; he was using my windpipe as violently as his boss was using my cunt. Surely at this rate I would soon lose some of my hair extensions. The assault on my cunt then suddenly stopped, but no sooner had she began to relax when I felt his rod slam deep into my ass crack. Oh fuck, that did hurt and where the hell did this old timer get his energy from? Then the boy in my throat suddenly froze and I felt the pulsation of his cock in my throat, letting me know he’s releasing his spunk juices. As he withdrew his freaky looking todger from my mouth, I gasped for new air. I also noticed how clean his cock had become from my tonsil fucking. Luckily for me his cock pushed beyond the taste buds in my mouth, I’d have probably puked if it hadn’t. But no time for thoughts as my ass was still being torn apart. He finally stuffed himself as far as he could and I felt him dump another load deep inside my man cunt. As he pulled out his length he grabbed hold of my hair and stood me upright. He barked at me to pull up my jeans and to fuck off out of his office. I pulled them up quickly and headed straight out the door. I managed the button but the zipper was a bit like me, completely fucked. I slowly walked away from the office feeling a bruised throat, cunt and ass. Grabbing my raincoat from the trolley, I made my way to the main door. But my wounds were soon forgotten when I looked around the store. I was greeted with an eerie silence by the many other shopping customers, a shaking of heads and occasional tut-tut. Why were fingers pointing at me? What had happened? Then to my horror I looked up and saw a large CCTV screen, then another and another, all showing the manager sat at his desk resuming his office work. I walked a bit faster and felt the shame run down me, but as I approached the door I realised it wasn’t shame. I was glowing, I felt good and even managed to wink at the grinning young man at the fruit stalls on the way out. Fuck these people. I was used, abused and cum filled and happy. As I walked the road back home I couldn’t help thinking, for fuck sake Gary. Where were you in the queue when they were handing out cock’s like that old perv’s? Then it dawned on me, the rice. Shit, tonight’s menu! I guess I’ll be diving into the freezer when I get home…
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