"Fuck guy, I want it sooner than that."
From Create Your Own Story
“Right here? Quick and dirty, then?” Len grins. “I can dig that.”
Len climbs into his truck, and then lowers his jeans, then his underwear, revealing a nice, fat, cut dick with a more-than-respectable 8 1/2" length, and a bulbous, mushroom head. He starts to stroke himself, hardening quickly, sitting on the driver's seat.
“Think this big fucker’ll do the trick?” he asks, reaching over to open the passenger side door.
“Absolutely,” you say, and climb in the pickup. You lean all the way over, and put his huge cock in your mouth. He puffs on his cigarette above your head, and you concentrate on sucking his cock, using your tongue on his balls and shaft and rolling him around in your mouth.
“That's good, fucker.”
You suck wildly, trying to get his dick nice and slick.
“Eager, aren’t ya?”
“Mmm,” you moan around his cock.
Len doesn’t need any more prodding. He takes your head in one hand and tugs you off his dick. "Get on my lap, bitch," he says. You awkwardly strip off your jeans and underwear in the pick up, and then climb into his lap, straddling his hard dick. He holds the fat length aimed at your ass, and puts his other hand on your shoulder, pushing you down.
“Just a cheap parking lot whore, aren’t you?” Len says. He pushes you onto his dick, and you feel his substantial hardness push into your ass, barely slick with sweat and spit. You lower yourself onto him, half painfully, and then grip his thick shoulders with your hands. Len grips your waist, his cigarette hanging in his mouth, and starts to tug you back and forth on his big cock. His hard dick is rough inside you, shoving inside your ass at new angles and making you gasp. Your dick gets hard quickly.
Len’s thrusts grow rougher, and with a deep grunt, he empties a load deep in your hole. He holds himself there for a moment, dick spurting in your ass, and you squirm in the tight confines of the driver's seat, feeling his hot spunk fill you. Finally, he pulls you off his dick, and he wipes your ass with a rag from his glove compartment.
"Clean up your mess," he says to you menacingly, his hard dick covered in cum. You lean over him, your own battered slick ass in the air, and lick and suck at the spunk on his dick and hairy balls, getting him clean.
“Fuckin’ A,” he says, and flicks his lighter, lighting his last cigarette.
He pulls his zipper back up as he puffs, and then checks his watch again. “Well, I’m gonna go. Nice meeting you,” he says, turning on his ignition.
You pull up your jeans and get out of the truck, and he waves. With that, he leaves you there, ass slick, dick throbbing, and all horned up.
You’re half tempted just to head home and jerk out a load right then and there. Or maybe you could head back inside and see what else might be going on. After all, Don did say he’d wait for you at the table.
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