"Ready for it as rough as you can give it to me, stud."
From Create Your Own Story
"Tell me you want my dick in you," he says.
"I want it," you say, and you arch your back.
"You want what?" he asks.
"I want your dick in me!"
He steps up, lines his dick against your barely spit-slick hole, and then shoves his massive meaty cock to the hilt up your hole. His length and thickness fills you further and tighter than you've ever taken, and you gasp, arching your back. He holds himself there, grinning, holding your waist with both hands, his chest hair already growing damp with sweat. You’re so hard you can’t believe it – and you hear yourself begging him to fuck your ass, so hot does his cock feel inside you.
“That’s right, cunt,” he says, pulling nearly all the way out, and then thrusting deep. “You take my cock.”
You yelp, but he doesn't relent, and soon he’s fucking you at a furious pace.
"You like that, cunt?" he yells. "You like my cock?"
"Yes!" you yell. "Yes!"
He bellows once, pushing forward hard, and your ass floods with his load, which spurts around his thick dick and slides down your thighs. You feel your own release hit a moment later, spraying the shelf in two long streams.
You stand there for what seems like a long while, and then he slides out of you with a slick sound. He smiles, and you struggle a little in the straps, looking at him expectantly.
He leaves the closet through the door.
You try to turn your head, and call out, "Hey!"
"Be right back," you barely hear his voice through the open doorway. The wait feels nearly eternal, and you're starting to wonder if he's going to just leave you there all night now that he's fucked you, but then he returns. The sight of his thick body, hairy and muscular, makes your mouth water, and his massive dick is semi-hard again.
In his hand, he's carrying an open beer bottle.
“Round two,” he says.
Your eyes go wide. He laughs.
He presses against you, leaning forward, and presses the neck of the bottle against your ass - cold beer sloshes at your cheeks.
“Get ready, slut,” he says, and spits in your face.
He pushes the bottle into your ass with a quick jerk and you gurgle out a cry. The glass is cold, the liquid is icy, and your back arches as you try to accommodate the widening glass neck.
“You like that, slut?” he snarls. “Tell me you like that!”
“I like it,” you manage, and he starts to rhythmically shove the bottle in and out of your ass, fucking you while the beer fizzes icily up inside you.
“Yeah, I thought so,” he says. “I saw you all night. You were on a mission, weren't you? You’ll do anything, won’t you?” Each question ends with a thrust of the bottle. His hairy chest scratches against your back and shoulders.
“Yes!” you yell.
“Damn right,” he says, and yanks the bottle out, with a rush of beer that splatters on the concrete floor. You gasp with the suddenness of it, and you look around at him. He's hard again, dick thick and still glistening with his cum.
He fucks you again, rougher this time, using the cum and beer as lube, and you yelp and thrash as his huge meat batters you deep inside, but soon find yourself begging him to do it. When he finally cums, he presses against you, his hairy chest against your back, and stands there a while.
"Okay," he says, and slides out of you. He undoes the buckles, one by one, and looks at you while you awkwardly and painfully step back from the shelves. You've never felt so used up in your life.
“See you next Friday,” he says, and takes a swig of beer from the bottle. "Or else."
(The End - please send feedback to barratboy@yahoo.ca)
