Recently, I've been in a dry spell as far as sex goes. I guess I haven't
been putting forth 100% effort in seducing strange dick, so I've had nothing
to write about. All of that changed last night, though, and I had an
insanely hot and slutty experience- the kind of chance encounter that you
think about when you're jerking off.
This guy has been sending me messages for about 2 months now, but he never
sounded like he was all that serious about hooking up... I thought he was
just another hornball who got off on talking about it without ever intending
on going through- and I hate to have my time wasted.
Last night my hormones were raging and apparently he was in a similar mood.
I was browsing my normal sex websites to see if there was any strange dick
to be had- a medium butt plug stuffed in my hole and a greasy fist slowly
pumping my aching boner. Out of the blue, the guy sends me an IM, which
started like this:
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==>BiCock65: You lookin tonite?
==>AnonPhuckHole: Yeah, what you have in mind?
==>BiCock65: I wanna fuck an ass.. need to get off.
==>AnonPhuckHole: Nice.. where and when? You going to unload inside me?
==>BiCock65: Married here.. can't fuck at my house. Yeah you don't want me
to pull out?
==>AnonPhuckHole: Oh damn. no place here either. Fuck no I don't want you to
pull out. That's what turns me on... you unloading in my ass and me going
home dripping your semen.
==>BiCock65: Fuck that's hot dude. I have big property. I can fuck you out
behind my workshop.. an acre away from house.. if you're cool with that.
==>AnonPhuckHole: Sounds good to me. Just tell me where to go and when to be
there ... I'll be waiting on all fours or however you want me.
==>BiCock65: Perfect. Take [edit for privacy] to [edit] Rd. and turn right.
Go about one mile until you see [edit] on your right. Turn there. That's my
house on the corner. If you go past the main drive there is another left
with no mailbox.. that goes to my workshop.
==>AnonPhuckHole: k
==>BiCock65: Dim your lights.. and pull in there. You can park behind my
shop. On the backside there is a picnic table... take off your pants and
bend over it and wait for me.
==>BiCock65: When I see you pull in I will head back there. Bring some lube
unless you want to get fucked with spit. And don't talk or make too much
noise.
==>BiCock65: After I cum... wait for me to go back in before you get dressed
and leave.
==>AnonPhuckHole: Gotcha... will do. I should be there in about 20 minutes.
cool?
==>BiCock65: OK. Bye
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10 minutes later I am in my car and on the way. I brought along a bottle of
lube as well as a blindfold. I wasn't sure, but it sounded like something he
might be into. His place was pretty easy to find, although the road that led
to his shop was pitch black and surrounded by a thicket of brush on both
sides. It was all I could do to keep my car out of the trees, but soon
enough I pulled into a clearing where the building stood and pulled quietly
on the opposite side from the main house. Before I shut off my parking
lights, I spotted the table and was glad I did... There was small, steep
hill leading to it and I'd have surely fell and busted my ass trying to find
it blindly. I got to the table and set the lube on the edge, then dropped
trou and gave my pucker a nice coat of slippery lubricant. I tied the
blindfold around my eyes and leaned forward so that my chest and stomach
were laying on the table top. I spread my legs apart enough to give him easy
access to my back door and then listened to see if I could hear him
approaching.
The man must've moved like a ninja because I didn't hear so much as a leaf
crunch until he was 10-20 feet away from me. He wasted no time- unzipping
his fly as he was still walking up to me. He grabbed the lube and it sounded
like he poured some all over his cock and then he placed two fingers
underneath my hole and squirted more than enough into my crack above his
fingers... working it just inside my ass ring.
"Do I need to go slow or are you ready for my whole cock? I don't want to
hear you yelp," he asked in a hushed voice.
It was then I realized that I had no idea how big his cock was (which was
unusual for me not to ask.) Hell I actually had no idea what he looked like
at all. Throwing caution to the wind, I told him to go for it... secretly
praying I hadn't just made a big mistake that my cunt would pay for.
He dove right in. I felt the head of his cock nuzzle around in my butt for
only a second before it found it's mark and pried my fuck tunnel open. He
was definitely a nice size, but nothing so big I couldn't handle. After
plunging in what I would guess to be about 7 inches I felt his bush and skin
come to rest against my ass, telling me that he was as far inside me as he
could go. He bounced against my hot hole a few times like he was trying to
get a feel for riding my butt. Then he readjusted himself and grabbed me
around the front of my hips and lifted my ass up into a better position,
leaving my feet barely touching the ground.
Easily holding my thin, athletic frame where he wanted, he started to give
me a nice deep fucking. Not so fast and hard that it felt like a jackhammer,
but not so slow that it felt like he was trying to make sweet love to some
virgin bitch. Occasionally, he would get a little more into it and bring his
manhood all the way out of me on the backstroke so that he could feel the
resistance of my sphincter as he penetrated it again. Meanwhile, I just
grabbed either side of the table and held on for dear life. This went on for
maybe 5 minutes, before his mannerisms became a little agitated and he
started saying those things that many guys do as their nuts start to boil
over. My unseen top was now jabbing his swollen, rigid prick into my asshole
with determination.
"You... uh... want... uh... that... uh... fuckin... uh... cum... uh...
bitch... uh... Don't... uh... you... uh?" He grunted, though I'm pretty sure
it was more just to hear himself talk than to get a response from me.
Still, I responded, maybe just to hear myself, "Yeah... fuck... that...
wad... deep... in... my... hole!" I felt his body start to quiver and he
struggled to maintain his grip on my waist. Then he did something very hot.
Holding me still, he withdrew his cock until the head was only half inside
my hole so that when he started blowing his load I could feel the thick
ropes of spunk gush against my insides. Some of the spooge even squeezed out
of my loosened hole, but when the orgasm subsided he forced the jism back
down into my guts with a few final thrusts. Then he slid out of my gooey
twat and gave it a semi-light open handed smack- right on my gaping hole.
Remembering his instructions, I simply remained in position as he zipped up
his pants and walked off with a satisfied sigh. I wasn't sure how long he
meant... so I just lay there on the table with my leaky ass exposed to the
world until I heard him re enter his house.
I took off my blindfold and quickly scooped the extra cum on my ass up and
fed it to myself before pulling up my pants, grabbing my lube and getting
back into my car. I smiled as I tried to find my way back out to the road
because I felt that wonderful anal-numbness that you get after a good hard
pounding. What a great way to jump back into the game, I though to myself. I
could have gone home with my insides coated with man cream and been
satisfied. Could have, that is, except that the fuck gods were apparently
smiling down on me and I was about to get some unexpected icing on my cake..
well, icing in my cum hungry butthole.
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