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Incompetent
That was good. The postman just came. He's my regular. When I opened the door in my skinny top I had a feeling. He's better built than your average. Broad shoulders and a rough hewn face. Just a glance, barely held, straight at my eyes and then down at my packet. Enough. He held out a PDA stylus to me, "Sign this."
As I was signing he said "I'm impressed."
"What?"
"I'm impressed."
I finished signing and looked up. He fixed my eyes and didn't say any more. He handed a parcel to me.
"Thanks. Uuh," he continued to look at me and I felt compelled to step back from the door so that he could step in. I shut the door automatically and knelt down to undo his gear. This massive prick flopped out. "Yeh." I started licking and sucking as it grew up before my face. He lay a big hand on my head to guide it and push it onto him and poked the back of my throat hard. "Yen'tgo'n't'choke. Do it." I was breathing noisily while it blocked my lips. He had grown purple in seconds and forced deeper so I couldn't see with his stomach in my face and his hand holding me on to it. Then he drew out slowly. I coughed and choked, snotting up and tearful. "Hey fella, done good. More." It put it in again and had my dripping lips around solid meat for a good few minutes, solid meat. "That's what, fella." Then he had it out just waving in front of my eyes like as mesmerising raptor about to eat. I'd loosened my belt and my ass was bare and my dick was out in my fist while I panted and drooled for more fuck face.
"Over."
I obeyed, dropping to all fours so he could do my other end.
That's some trouble un-lubed but I'd got it wet and he fingered some spit up to help slide so I tried to relax and wait for him to work it and stop burning to stretch. With his weight I was hitting my face hard on the floor and the top of my head to the wall, my chest right down with his hand pressing into the back of me getting leverage and pressure to fk as deep as my hole went. Soon as he was home, his sweat falling where my shirt slid up my bent neck, and over that my own beading perspiration breaking into flood, I was sure it would make me cum inside a second but I couldn't get my hand to it and anyway the diversion of discomfort and pain was making me scared while his fist on my buttock started raining down blows. I shrieked in surprise but he dug his knee in where my taught thigh tried to support his weight and then I realised his boot was resting on my calf. It was excruciating.
"Come please...!"
"What!" he shouted and kicked me hard still humping me like Rocky punching beef.
"aaa please come!"
He pulled out and stood and placed a well worn boot on my kidney and turned me over like you would a roast. I was crippled.
"I stop when I stop. Now get up!"
"You're really hurting me," I said catching my breath and clambering away from him towards the kitchen.
"I should guess. You a girl or a fella?"
"This isn't a joke. You need to take care!"
"That's alright, fella, youc'ntakeit."
His prick was heavy and pointing to one side. My hole still burnt, I couldn't face him putting in once more.
"Look, I'm sorry, I can't take it, sorry man, I can't, I can't take it."
He looked like coach unable to motivate his team. He was trying to think of something.
"Don't let me down. You're hot."
"I know I'm hot. You're hot. Just don't ... tone it down, yeh? I'm... I'm too tight. We need some lube."
"Like heck. You're's'loose's'shit."
"Gee thanks."
He pushed past me, wet in juice and sweat, to the kitchen where he got some oil. Then he turned me round again. I was against the fridge. And he started wiping some stuff into my crack, pointing some with his fingers where I was torn. The sting. Then there it was again easing against me with incompetent gentleness. Found my canal and drove like fury. This time his hand found my mouth and cupped it, forcing a thumb onto my tongue and blocking my complaints.
But this time was easier, so the stinging didn't stop with each in and out but the general comfort was great and I was relaxing in his grip. He was sliding it quickly now and a hand pawed my skin like it was looking for a pocket to hold on. I was slippery. The fridge rocked on it's tiny feet and thumped the kitchen wall. I was hugging it like a friend and holding on to contain him.
"You cumin, honey? I'm ... gona ..."
I spat out at his hand. "Don't cum!" I begged. "Don't cum."
"Oh you like that now doncha baby?"
"Fk me deeper... Yes, I like it."
"Well, let's see..."
He leaned himself, his whole damp body against my back and held off while his climax retreated, panting into my ear, chin on my neck scratching a piece of skin. That was his penis inside me like a craft fallen silent to the bottom of the sea rocking gently on the folded insides of my ass. "Yeh honey," he cooed. I whimpered in agonised excitement, please, please.
My arms fell to my sides where he grabbed them above the elbow, gripping tight and resuming. Now he was there again, twice as hard, slipping out and in; he manoeuvred my round to the table and slung me over it, slumped onto me and crushing my breath, then he pushed himself up again, in again, and stood to complete the job, one hand to my buttock the other to the small of my back. Fucking me with determination and spanking hard, this time he wasn't going to stop and kept right on till the final driving force that had me yelping like a pig, "DOOON't"
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