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Late Night Encounter #1 - Meeting My Fat Slut - A Short Story
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The apartment complex nearby my place has a few dumpsters lined up against a fence, and its pretty dark over there. I think that would be a perfect place to make 'love' to a woman like you. Oh the romance. Id get home late and see you sitting in your car, its body wobbling ever so slightly, and id know that you are in there with one foot up on the dash, furiously fingering your sloppy cunt, the pussy juice running down your thighs onto the seat, dripping down and making a nice slut puddle on the floor mat. Id walk over, open the door and grab your hand. Leading you behind one of the dumpsters before anyone sees. You wine that it stinks, and I tell you to shut the fuck up. Give me your shirt, I demand. You hesitate then slowly begin to peel it off. Fucking hurry up you stupid whore, I bark at you, and I begin clawing at your clothes, literally pulling them off you. I unbutton your pants and yank down your panties. Off! You take them off and lay them on the ground beside you. I don't remove any clothing, but I reach down and unzip my pants, pulling my stiff cock and balls through the hole. You stand there, hands covering your bare breasts as your completely naked. Well, get to work bitch! You look puzzled for a second, then out of nowhere I slap you across the face, my wedding ring scratching your cheek. You let out a muffled shriek, as you don't want to make a commosion, but are in agony from the pain shooting through you. Suck bitch! Your trying to hide the crying, but you can't stop the tears pouring down your cheeks, your mascara running down your face. You slump to a squatting position, the ground smells badly, and I grab your hair and push you off balance and you fall to your knees in the dirt. You start sucking, doing your job. "Let's get this over with bitch, I don't want to keep my wife waiting...." I say. You pump my cock in and out of your mouth as the slobber starts dribbling down your chin. A cold breeze picks up and it chills your sloppy cunt with all its wetness. My cell phone rings and you pause. " did I say stop you stupid cunt?" You continue sucking as I answer the call. " Hey sweetheart. Yea, I'm almost home. What a day at work, I'm so tired. What do you say we snuggle on the couch and order some take out?" You appear to be distracted listening to my conversation. " Just a second hunny" I say, pulling the phone away from my ear and cupping it into my shirt. I look down at you angrily, grab a handful of your hair, and in one quick thrust slam my dick completely into your throat. Your hands shoot to my hips, pushing furiously as my prick fills your windpipe. You choke and cough, blowing out streams of spit around my shaft and down my balls. I release your hair and you pull away, gasping for air. Pay attention, I say. You return to sucking and I return the phone to my ear. " Ok baby, I'm back." My wife is chatting away about what the fuck ever, I don't care, I just look down at my you, doing your job of emptying my balls. " Alright hun, I'm pulling in, ill be up in a minute. " I glance down to see you staring back up at me, sucking harder than ever. I stare straight into your eyes, hold the phone up to my mouth and say softly and slowly into the phone, " I love you" . You realize I do love her, and that you are just a peice of garbage. I hang up and grab your hair again, pumping your face with my dick, showing you what your good for. I catch you off guard and pull my prick from your mouth, and begin shooting thick streams of hot cum all over your face and down your chest. I grunt as I milk the last drops to the tip, reach down and grab your shirt, using it to clean the remaining cum from the head, wipe all the spit from my balls, then throw it at your face. Your jizz covered shirt falls into your hands, and you look up at me with those sad eyes. I quick put my cock back in my pants and zip up. " Well bitch....that was terrible." I say as rudely as possible. I turn to walk away, pushing your shoulder hard, making you fall back into the dirt on your bare ass. You watch my shadow trail away. Your cunt a sloppy driping mess, can't help but sit there alone and cry, slowly putting back on your jizz covered clothes, and driving home, wiping the tears from your eyes the entire way. You think to yourself....maybe tomorrow night will be different?
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Posted on : May 9, 2012
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Commented on May 9, 2012
Well quite fucking fascinating
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Commented on May 9, 2012
Fucking delicious. Thank you!
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