I spent the week getting fucked part 2

Hi, sweethearts. Continuing my story, on Tuesday I went to work satisfied. I had a wonderful afternoon, watered to a lot of shit and fuck. I spent the day reminiscing about those moments of horny I spent. I came home, took a shower and went hunting again. I had to take advantage of this freedom that had arisen. I produced myself and went pro point, the bathroom of the square. As usual, I went to the last booth I lowered my pants showing my butt only with dental floss and waited. The place was empty, I was already thinking that my investment would be in vain. Some men came in, but they all went to use the bathroom ... after 15 minutes I gave up. I got dressed and left. As I walked a few meters a man touched my shoulder. I had seen him in the bathroom, but I did not call, he went in and left quickly. - Your ass is beautiful. " He said without waiting. - Thank you ... <unk> I answered still without fun, after all we were in the square and I was afraid that someone I knew would see me flirting in the middle of the street. - What do you like? - I like everything love.... <unk> I spoke looking at him more closely. He was taller, I'm 5'10" and he's 5'10". He was blond, fit, dressed well. How could I have missed him? I wanted to see what could happen. - I live nearby, you alone at home.... want to go? <unk> I spoke already without thinking about anything, I just wanted to see that cute guy in my bed.... He smiled and I told him to follow me, and in a few minutes we were at my apartment getting ready! He sat on the couch and made himself comfortable, took off his hat and his polo shirt, he was a shaggy, shaggy body, I'd never been with someone like that, I'd always preferred older men, preferably fat ones. I took off my clothes, leaving only my underwear. He just smiled, didn't say anything... I was finding everything strange and pleasant at the same time. He nodded his head asking me to come closer. He still sat hugged me. He grabbed my butt tightly, squeezing hard. My chest was at the level of his face, I took off my bra and he started sucking. He bit my nipples, I was crazy with horny. He gave me a kiss and asked me to devote myself to his stick, already appearing by the fabric of his jeans. He leaned back on the couch and I knelt in front of him. I opened his belt and his pants... when I pulled his underwear out, I had the most perfect view. It was the most beautiful and smelly stick I ever picked up. It was shaved, straight and with a cute bag, the pink head, well drawn. I was still a few seconds admiring, until I told him that it was a beautiful stick. He smiled and sent me to fall on my mouth, which I promptly did beautifully. I pushed that stick, and he would hold behind my head, making me caresses while I sucked nice. He fucked my mouth, the head would drown me in the strongest stitches. I really do not like to be drowning, but I was so I realized the desire I had; I was sucking for a while, licking that perfumed bag while punching. He got up and I tried to take him to the room, since the room had windows to the street and to other buildings but he didn't want to. Right there, he took off my panties and put me on the sofa on all fours. He spit on the stick and went straight in. I wasn't used to such brutality, I had only been with more kind men. He didn't care, he forced my ass, and little by little he had penetrated me completely. It was hurting a lot, I told him to stop but he didn't listen to me... it started pumping... it was tearing and I was already in tears.... my back was being fucked hard, the pain was intense... I was so screwed up that I thought that everything would be wonderful, but then I wasn't even pleased. He grabbed my waist and kept putting it in. I groaned and begged him to stop, but he wouldn't listen, he called me a whore and put it in faster and faster. He slapped me hard on the ass, I felt like I was being raped. I was a submissive little woman and he owned me. He blew for about five more minutes when he took the roller off my butt. I was still with my butt up, my butt aching. He took my butt, opened it wide to see the damage I had left. My butt all open.... he told me to blink my butt and I was still dizzy for everything I obeyed. He got cracked, watched my butt opening and closing while punching punch.... as soon as he felt he was going to make fun of me, he pulled me to the ground and made fun of my face. He passed my molasses stick on my face... all I didn't know what to do, I felt used and nothing else... He got dressed, called me a stranger and went out laughing... I was on the floor, naked all dirty and in pain... I almost cried... A few minutes later, I went to take a shower and thought about what I was doing. For two days, I didn't think about my hard-on and the chance to feel like a woman, and then on the third day, I went hunting again, and I had a delightful surprise. But that's only part three. Beetles;