His message was very explicit. Responding to my words, he had added an extra detail or two which really turned me on. I had had the message for a full day, and I must have read it about twenty times. Fuck I was horny! I wanted him in my city, planning my adventure that night while I was busy at work. He has promised more, so my fantasies were full of degenerate, arse-raping, mouth humping sex.

 It was about mid-afternoon on Monday when I found myself with an extra half an hour at work. The place was empty, with nobody expected until the next day. They said they had cctv, but I had only seen a couple of cameras and they were pointing at the door. 

I went out the back of one of the shops. I took a deep breath and removed my boots and trousers. My dick sprang out, hard and ready to go. I stroked my rod, concentrating on the sounds of the empty foodhall. After about few minutes, my arousal led me to my fantasies. I stopped wanking and went to the fridge. There, amidst the food, was a bowl of lard. Scooping some out, I smeared it on my genitals...it was cold, but not for long. I waddled to a nearby stack of rice and potatoes, pulled my legs up and started wanking. 

It felt good. The place was a cockroach infested, piss stinking mess, but that was the fantasy. Blowing him in an alleyway, naked, cum dripping from my arse. The grease had melted into my arse crack, followed by my fingers as I pulled my dick. Inspiration struck, and after a waddle back to the fridge, l was soon back on the rice bags with a carrot rammed up my arse...a big carrot. I was really close to cumming, imagining my lover had decided to fuck my arse in his passion.

"Anybody here?" Someone, a woman, called. I hadn't heard the door open, and I was positive it was locked. My mind raced with visions of a manager finding me. My career over before it had really....the door closed and the sound of a woman walking away. 

I had gone soft listening to the noises of my doom. I was then rock hard, turned on by how close I had come...and then turning it into my fantasy as l imagined her big flaps covering my face as my lover rammed his dick into me. It was awesome. 

I shot my load across the shop. I ripped the carrot from my arse and gagged on it as I thrust it far deeper than l intended, and shot a big wad just as far as the first. As l dragged my lips across the rough carrot, a third wad decorated the floor, and l marvelled at the amount of cum my old body had produced.

I struggled to clean up the lard from my arse and genitals, having to be a bit rough with myself to get thoroughly clean...or at least as thorough as circumstance allowed. My dick was already hard by the time I finished, and I told myself I was a weak submissive tart.