The biker's son fixed my bike, but he ruined my ass!

I had just left class, it was about 5:30 and when I picked up my bicycle I had a surprise. - Putz, tire on the ground, flat! So I had to run because in a courtyard there was a bicycle shop, I always pass in front and there is a man and a boy, probably must be the owner's son, I confess that I always found him very attractive, full body drew my attention. I accelerated when I noticed from a distance that the door was lowering, it was one of those bar-style doors that ran from top to bottom, I was all euphoric, after all pushing the bike home would be about 60 minutes, but I shouted for the guy to wait, I all all. I'm Cristian, I'm short, my hair is straight, my eyes are light and my skin is pale, my body is, shall we say, thin, I'm wearing bermuda jeans, a regatta and a black Hawaiian slipper that I got as a gift. I used to run like a gazelle towards the bike lane, I've always been very much on my own, and with regard to whether or not I have, let's say, suits, I've always had a lot of trouble with the way people looked at me and treated me. - Young man, thank you for not closing... He'd come in while the door was half-open. - I'm glad you screamed if you weren't gonna push back. He said that by taking the bike and putting it inside. - Get in there. I went into this place with blue walls, old and full of bicycle parts, on one side a wooden bench and on the other a counter falling pieces. - I'm closing up here, if you don't mind. I shook my head, and the door was down. - There's more work to come. I answered and I was fixing the place and trying to get myself together after the run, and that's when I noticed that whoever answered me was probably the owner's son. A young man in his mid-twenties, stocky, tall, I think about six feet, white, short hair, brown eyes with a firm stare. I watched him dismantle the bicycle and I must confess that I enjoyed every detail of his body, the volume that was evident that the thighs that most attracts my attention in a man. - Are you the son of the gentleman who works here? But he's not here today, he went to our cottage in the country. - That's cool. - Do you mind if I take off my shirt? I've finished my paperwork and it's hot because everything's closed. As soon as I answered he was already pulling and I was with open mouth, natural body, breast to attract attention, look I was admiring for a moment, I hope he didn't notice, but it was a body that suited his height, all about measure, a short boy. Do you have a lot of girlfriends in your class? His question came straight to me as I continued to admire him, but I had to give a laugh just by answering. - That's all right. I know he played, there's no way he didn't know my pitch wasn't girls. - Why are you laughing? I didn't give any answer, I just left my smile irony throwing back here your question. - And you, the bicycle boy, are a general? - When we have it, we put it in. His response was typical of the alpha male he represented and continued. - But these last few days it's been hard, a lot of work here. You can't let them stone you. He would finish the bike and lifting her up smiling give me a straight. - You can, look here, train comes so hard just to think about a hole. He would say that as he pulled out what used to be a volume, I was struck by the size of that frog jumping out. I couldn't react to the situation, I just liked that man, with a pause shaking in front of me, he was fat and stubborn, close to my vision and I of course said nothing. At that very moment, I went down on the bench and I knelt, and I fell face down on that big stick, about 18 centimeters, veins exposed, it barely fit in my hand, and I mumbled, I could only hear him sigh. That's a soft mouth. I didn't act shy, I mumbled as if I were the last peck on earth, my tongue walked through every end, every inch, swallowing that torso still my pretty walked him to the top - I knew you liked it, always passing by looking at me, was that what you wanted? Mine was hard to get out because it was stuck. - Was that a bitch? I took it off and shouted a yes to the cyclist's son and went back to suckling, when not he leans against one of the walls, I get up with a pull and already feel the man's hut swallow me with his mouth, we were standing kissing, hands free I caressing his whole warm body and he groping my ass while our tongues were lost, feeling unique at that moment to have between us his hard prick poking my belly. Chest, belly, ties around your neck and lips, that kiss more potent than that guy, that smell of grease and sex. - I've been wanting to own that skinny ass for hours. And as I pressed, stronger, fingers I knew where to reach and mouth where to kiss, little did I care about anything, I was led like a feather by those hands. Turned like a sheet of paper, fast and light to the point if I supported myself on that same wall that before it was he who stood up, now I was on his back, who began biting my ear to the point of sticking his tongue between them. I felt a nice nudge through it all, felt him come down on my neck and my back as his little hand opened up my ass and his tongue took over. - What the fuck? In that very hour that I cried I felt jets of my joy descending on my legs without touching me, only with the sensation of that hot and rough tongue being introduced into me, he walked with it between my bowels there at the same time that he made fast movements... I couldn't reason how I got to that sex, I just gave in. Climbing up my neck he spoke in my ears. - Relax, I'm gonna start playing with your hot ass. Before it was over I could feel his brush through my little hole that flashed with such passion, I groaned as he bit my neck and began to force his dick that slowly entered, majestically he led me, penetrated his dick deep while my breath was gasping, I was pulled and kissed while I was now fucked little by little. Like an injection I felt only a slight pain that was contained by your footprint. I would then start to accelerate, holding between my waist and my body glued the most in that firm and strong position, he making movements back and forth, caught... I was leaning against that rough wall while he was eating my ass, and I was moaning like a bitch carrying a dick. He lowered me even lower to get my little bundle all exposed, I feel a first handshake, it was a plug that shook my whole body, while his froth tore me inside. I groaned, another cork on the other top of the tarp, another groan and I was writhing, what a sensation. - It's too good! The sentence was incomplete as it was splashed, stick and tap, spit and mark. - Get on your knees and lean against the bench! Now I was on all fours leaning on the bench, and I could feel his tongue sinking back into my already Jewish ass, it was only to lubricate so I could continue to exploit him. Hitting fast and hard I held on to that frozen wooden bench and held it deep inside me, sweat mixed with pain and pleasure, moan, moan. I had two hands now holding my neck back and a trunk inside my ass going in and out very fast, a mixture of domination by the neck and freedom by the ass that was now pinned down, when I fucked inside he would slide his dick all over, play with his stick inside as if he were cavorting a hole, opening passage all over, leaving a lump. One foot on the bench and the other on the floor, bombing, bombing the son of the cyclist continued without feeling sorry for me, I had already enjoyed several without touching my dick, the best fuck of my life, I had never felt such a good feeling when this, the more I enjoyed more fire in the ass gave. I can't take it, I'm going to get you pregnant, fill you with milk. He spoke loudly as he punched deeper and faster, I hurt so much from taking a roll in that dirty bicycle. - I'm going to... He kicked his spike up and shouted. - Gooozzaarrr I felt several hot jets inside me, itch that pulsated taking all its joy, I remained motionless on that dusty bench with a hunched ass. I felt him unleash that thick dick already with his milk loose in my bowels. - Stay there, whore! I obeyed and continued in the same position, noticing him sit on the floor. - What have I done to that ass? If he blinks, my milk will come out. I was pushing and I could feel his fucking coming out of me, and he seemed to admire it. - My trophy is to see whore suffer twice, to have my milk and to take... With my head down on the bench, I could hear the air coming out of it. What a fucking hole. I felt a rough tongue on my ass, it scared me, it was delicious... a matter of seconds before he got up... - All right, your bike's ready! That's it! by Daniel Leave your comment, it encourages me to write more and more. Follow the networks stories of daniel Instagram and X