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10 minutes later, after a car trip full of silence and nervously heavy breathing, I'm gagging on his cock as he sits in the driver's seat after having pulled up under some trees down a side street just out of town.
"Fuuuuck, I wish I'd known just what a hot little bitch you were years ago." He groans as I slobber up and down his 9 thick inches, my own cock rigid in my shorts.
His finger travels down my back and slides into my shorts. I shift so that he could have clearer access and his finger dives straight for my hole, rubbing me there and making me groan.
His other hand starts pushing down on my head then pulling up on my hair, guiding my rhythm how he wanted it.
His hand leaves my shorts, yanking them down and then returning a few seconds later, and I can feel he's made his fingers wet with spit. Now they're circling my hole and pressing against me, threatening to push straight into me.
This prompts me to push myself further down onto his cock, letting it open my throat up and burying my nose in his pubes. And then his finger is in me, slid all the way in to the knuckle. I grunt with the shock.
He pistons his finger into me, with drawing and sliding back in, and then after a few strokes he adds another finger which makes me catch my breath.
"That hole feels hungry. You ready for me?" He asked breathily. I pull myself off his cock, leaving as much spit as possible on it.
"Yes, please. Fill my ass." I plead, looking him dead in the eye. He gets out of the car and shuts the door behind him. A moment later I do the same and walk to the back of his car where he's leaning against the boot, pants down by his knees, his fat wet cock jutting out from his crotch.
"Strip off and then you can earn my load, Cum Bucket." I pull my gym shorts down, wearing nothing underneath, and throw my hoodie off. I walk up to him and spit into my hand, rubbing it onto my smooth hole, and then turn to face away from him. His cock is still wet with spit and I guide it to my ass, leaning backwards and letting the head press against my opening.
Pushing myself backwards I let my weight do most of the work, bending slightly at my waist, and I'm shocked as the head bursts into me with a sharp jolt.
I wait there for a minute or two making small movements, working the first couple of inches into me and trying to force my body to relax, before Derek grabs my hips and thrusts forward.
He launches himself straight into a hard, fast rhythm, and I brace myself with my hands on my knees as my body tries to turn the pain of intrusion into some kind of pleasure.
It doesn't take long before I'm moaning, pushing myself back to meet him and he lets go of my hips and slides his hands up my body to twist and stroke my nipples.
He isn't moving anymore but I'm slamming myself back onto him, fucking myself on his huge manhood and moaning as he tugs at my nipples forcefully.
I can feel my own dick practically vibrating, leaking like a faucet, as his thick cock opens me up in the right way.
"You like that, you little slut? You like being used by a man?" I just groan and fuck myself harder onto him, barely making out the word yes.
"I'm gonna breed you now. You deserve it." He grips my hips and starts thrusting harder, the movement causing me to propel forward, my hands landing in the grass and my ass being pushed even higher as he slams into me.
"Yes! Please. Shoot inside me, Derek, give me that load." I'm babbling as I let the pleasure build up, knowing that my ass is going to be fed again by this stud of a man.
He moves his hands back to my hips and thrusts as far into me as he physically can, grunting as I feel his cock throb and twitch inside me, exploding with rope after rope of his seed. I reach up and barely graze the tip of my cock and it fires my own load, spraying across my stomach with the first shot and then into the grass below me.
Minutes that feel like hours pass and I pull myself forward and up. His cock exits my body and I feel a void as his cum leaks downy thighs.
"Good boy. Now cleanup after yourself." He slaps me on the back and I don't even hesitate to fall to my knees and wrap my lips around that heavy, softening cock.
It still feels immense as my tongue laps at the cum still dribbling out of the slit, gathering what I can as I take the entirety of it into my mouth, sucking the mix of his taste and my own ass off him.
I can feel it starting to thicken again but he pushes me off him and pulls his jeans back up. I watch it disappear then pull my own clothes back on.
We make small talk on the short journey back to town. He's in town for another couple of days and my stomach flips as he states that he'll make use of me again. I can't wait.
We say goodbye and I float back to bed. I'm too excited to sleep, and before I know it, my fingers are stroking my sore hole. The pain is sharp as I push my finger inside of myself, but it causes my cock to stiffen, and I feel how wet I am inside. I bring that finger to my lips and I taste the heady mixture of us again.
I wrap my hand around my cock and it barely takes three strokes for me to explode all over my chest again, feeling the first shot land on the bottom of my jaw.
I lay there and eventually fall asleep, cum all over my torso and inside my hole.
I feel so different the next day. I'm sitting there eating breakfast with my folks and I can't believe it's all happened so quickly. I went to the beach and became a slut. Or, as Derek likes to say, a Cum Bucket.
I'm sitting there responding to my parents like everything's the same, but I can't help but squirm in my seat, my ass feeling like it's been broken and can only be fixed by being filled up again. Fuck.
"Don't forget about his birthday," Mum reminds me after Dad has left. "He probably wants a book by that annoying chap." I know the one.
"Sure. I'll sort that out today." I respond and clean my plate, figuring I might as well head out soon and get an early start.
Our town has some pretty lackluster shops so I head to one of the other towns nearby. They should have a good range of cologne and maybe something for his book collection.
Soon enough I'm browsing the menswear store, looking at some shirts I kind of like before I drift to their range of scents.
"Hello again." It takes me a moment of staring at his face to recognize him.
He's taller than me, his skin a golden brown. Thick lips framed by a black goatee. His dark heavy brows sit above amused eyes. His head is shaved and through his pale shirt I see a thick tuft of black hair.
It's the middle eastern man whose cock I rode like a bitch in heat just a day beforehand, and he's standing behind the store counter. He's broad shouldered and strong looking, and my cock jumps as I remember his thick 8 inch dick.
"My name is Ali." His deep voice makes my hole twitch. "What do you want today?"
Your dick. "Um. I'm just looking for a present for my dad." I say, my eyes nervously darting across the shelves. "He normally likes that cologne." I point at the blue and white bottle that accompanies the smell of my father, and Ali grins.
"You're a good boy. Not going to treat yourself as well?" His grin spreads and his right hand casually adjusts his heavy looking package.
"I-um, I might. I mean. There are some nice shirts that I saw before." The store feels entirely too small suddenly, my face glowing with heat.
"Mm, yes. I have something that might fit you as well." He steps around the counter, coming close to me. "I might close the shop for a few minutes first in case it needs some adjustments. You don't want it to be too loose. Tight is good though." His hand comes up and grazes my cheek, then he walks over to the door, locking it and putting some kind of sign up. He walks toward the back of the shop and waves his hand towards me, his wedding ring glinting in the light.
I follow him, my cock straining in my jeans and leading me onwards. I step into the small dressing room, able to feel the heat pouring off his body, and he hands me something small and soft before stepping just out of the room, watching me from the doorway. I hold it up and it's a thong. Small and blue, with wet-looking speedo material for the pouch and a thin string for the rear.
I take my clothes off with shaking hands and watch him as he paws at the hardness in his pants. I stand there, naked and trembling, and pull the small underwear up my body. My stiff cock pushes the fabric out and I feel the string rubbing against my hole.
"How does that feel?" He steps toward me and grips my exposed ass cheek, squeezing it with his massive hand. "Not too tight?" His finger dibs into my ass crack. It rubs along where the thong meets my hole, pressing into me just enough so that I want more.
"It feels good." He continues pressing against my hole and steps in closer to me. He dips his head down, his lips catching onto my smooth neck, and I feel a jolt through my body as his tongue strokes me there. "So good."
"You are a sexy boy." He growls into my neck. I reach for his cock, barely making contact with the hard mound before he grips my wrist and pulls my hand away. He falls to his knees and pulls his shirt off, swiftly pulling the pouch to the side and swallowing my cock.
I almost lose my balance as I moan in surprised pleasure. His lips are right at the base of my cock and his throat is squeezing me, and then he starts moving back and forth, his lips gliding up and down me. His hand returns to my ass, this time pushing the string aside and sliding straight into me, wet with spit.
I spread my legs wider and let myself rest against the back wall, looking into the mirror to my left to see his amazingly skilled mouth working itself along my cock. It doesn't take long until I tell him I'm cumming and try pushing him off me, but he only sucks more furiously, pulling back to collect my load in his mouth when I explode. His mouth full of my cum he doesn't say a word, covering my cock back up with the pouch and turning me around and pushing on my lower back so that I'm leaning forward in front of him.
He moves the g-string away from my hole and I feel his mouth on me. His lips latch onto my hole and his tongue briefly circles my before it penetrates me, and I can feel my own cum noisily being pushed into me. He pulls away and I hear him spit whatever was still in his mouth out. He must smear it across his dick, because it feels wet and slimy as he pushes it against my ass.
I arch my back further, my own cum lubricating him as he slowly slides into me. When I feel his pubes scratching against my hole, his arms wrap against me and his mouth meets my ear.
"You were made for this, weren't you." He mutters into my ear as he starts fucking me. His arms explore my naked torso, stroking up and down my body and squeezing me as his cock hammers into me.
"Fuck yes, I was." My ass feels amazing. I'm gripping his thighs from the outside, trying to pull him deeper into me, grinding my ass back every time his cock fills me again.
Slap. His hand sharply meets the side of my ass cheek as he pulls out. "You will call me Sir when I am using you."
The thong's pouch must be swimming in my precum, the way my cock throbbed at his slap. "Yes, Sir. Use me please, Sir." I lean over further and his fucking becomes harder, more insistent.
"Good boy." His hands grip me tightly from behind, his hairy chest pressing against my back, and he growls in my ear. "I'm going to breed you now. Is that what you want?"
"Yes Sir, that's what I want. I need it." His balls slap loudly against mine as he pistons his cock in and out of my hungry ass.
He grunts like an animal and his cock feels like it doubles in size as he explodes inside of me.
He holds himself there for an age and then pulls himself out of me. I fall to my knees in the changing room.
"I need to open the store up. The underwear is a gift. Come back in two days, I'll close the store at four and take my time opening that fuckhole back up." He didn't wait for a response, simply closing the door and walking out.
It took me a few minutes to gather myself, my heartbeat returning to normal, clumsily pulling my clothes back on and stuffing my original underwear into my pocket.
"Satisfied with your choice?" Ali asked me as I approached the counter, holding up the cologne I'd pointed at.
"Yes, Sir." I responded instinctively before realising there was another man in the store now.
"Nothing else you want?" He asked, the filthiest grin spreading across that handsome face.
"Not...not today." I paid and left, the world spinning until I was back in my car. I was going to be back.