( This story was inspired by a chat-session I've been having with a odd trivial slut… The first portion is a quick synopsis of our chat - just to let you know how we got to where we are - and the second percentage is for ( I'm just going to call him ) Boy… it is the prolongation of our session… as much as I love chatting with you, it is so lots easy to say you what I'm going to do to you this way… ( and by the way - I'm not editing this - if you don't like that…. I don't give a shit…. )

It all started a little over a workweek ago when Boy came to me. He's a cute kid, 19, six-foot tall ( a few inches shorter than I am ), with brown tomentum and beautiful blue eyes. He answered an ad I placed for a hard worker. He was nervous and even a bit blockade, but he told me that he wanted, needed a dad. Well needless to say, I told him to bare. Had to see what I was getting before making up my mind…

His chest was somewhat hairy but he'd shaved his genitalia. As I watched, his six-inch rooster got hard and his face got red. No doubt that he was a horny niggling shtup. He told me that he was a Virgin, which made me throb in my pants… I made him undress me, made him sniff my old work-shoes, made him suck on my sock-covered feet, then lick and suck in them once they were bare. I made him lap my whole sweaty body down before I grabbed him by the hair's-breadth and started fucking his font. He gagged and choked, but he took it. He took it all, or rather, I gave it all to him. It was feeling way too just, so once my cock was coated with his spit, I pulled it out of his mouth and told him to turn around and register me his ass.

And he screamed when I shoved my fat seven-inches in his ass, which I had stretched a small with a couple spit-slicked fingers. He tried to crawl away from me, but I held him tight. It felt so incredible breaking in his virgin muddle, feeling his guts repositioning around my cock, that I came even before I started fucking him. I kept myself as deep in his ass as possible, as I came down from my come, and once I'd get my breath back, I started fucking him. That load, however, ended up in his mouth. I pulled out of his ass, spun him around and got him busy cleaning my peter. I couldn't hold out too long and rammed my cock down his pharynx and started spurting my cum. Pulling back just a little, I started filling his mouth with my spunk. I told him not to let any spill, but there was one drop. That was the first infraction I needed to punish him for. Then, relaxed after popping my nut, I started pissing in his mouth. He spilled some of that too…

A bit later, when I told him I wanted his ass again, instead of bending over and letting me hold my way, he complained that it was still sore from having his cherry popped. That time, while I was fucking him, I spanked his ass until it was good and red, before shooting the biggest wad I gave him yet. Hearing him cry and shrieking as I went at it for certain did make that fuck almost as sweet as his number one was. And when I got my breath back, I realized I still had some piss left field in me, so with my cock still in his ass, I let go and emptied my bladder in his rectum and made him crawl to the bathroom… He couldn't hold in it and he let out a little squeal as a big squirt of piss and cum jetted out of his asshole.

So now it's time for his penalty. I slapped him around a bit, once again making his ass nice and red, fucked his mouth, then his ass, where I left a big incumbrance of cum. I got a butt-plug and popped it in him to keep my spunk from dripping out and told him to get dressed. You should consume seen his eyes when I told him that we were going out.

I took him to this cruddy, out of the way, honkytonk of a bar in the centre of Hicks-ville. We sat in the back corner and we only had to await a minute before I saw one of the rednecks looking at my Boy. I gestured the man over and told him that if he'd buy me a beer, Boy would blow him. Within a moment, I had a beer and Boy had a cock in his backtalk. I got two more than beers and two more than topical anesthetic unloaded in Boy's rima oris. We were drawing a bit too a lot attention, so I took Boy out to the parking –lot. HE sucked two more stopcock ( at five-bucks a pop ) before one of the guys asked about if Boy's fundament was available.

Before agreeing to anything, I made Boy enjoin the man what was in his butt."I've got a load of my master's cum with a butt-plug holding it in,"he said, his expression was beautiful at that moment. The redneck didn't concern that he was fucking my sloppy-seconds and he gave me ten-dollar. While Boy was getting it up the ass, I got another fiver and Boy got another cock in his mouth. The guy fucking Boy's ass came first and the guy in his backtalk popped seconds later. There were respective guys standing around, many of them rubbing their crotches. As the first two pulled their spent stopcock from Boy's fuck-holes and were pulling up their pants, one of the guy's from the small crowd stepped up. He was a big, beefy guy, night and handsome with a huge bulge in his jeans. He pulled a one-hundred-dollar-bill from his pocketbook and looked rightfield at me and said,"This if yours,"he said, glancing quickly at Boy, then back at me,"if I can take him habitation with me for tonight."
( This is for You, Boy ! ! ! )
It was all the way that the other guys were not happy with the big scantling's go, though no one offered any more money, and other than a few indulgent grumbles, no one said anything to the guy. I looked up to the guy ( which I rarely have to do ) and told him that it was a great deal, as long as I could come along too."Nothing personal,"I said to him,"but that boy doesn't go anywhere without me."He agreed and within a duet minutes I'd popped the plug back in your butt, locked-up my car and we were pulling out of the lot in the guy's old, rusted pick-up truck.

You are sitting between myself and the driver, and I can tell that you're scared. You are pushed right up against me, as far from the big stud as possible. You look into my eyes only once, and when you see my expression, tears welled in your baby-blues. I felt you snuggle a bit closer to me."So,"I say to the man,"what are you into ?"I feel you start shivering and I swear you're grinding yourself down on the rubber secure up your ass. The guy looks over to me, then to you, and with a immediate glance at the route, back to me. I can see he'd nervous, his face is getting red, and I swear I see that big lump in his crotch throb.

"So, he'll do anything you want ?"

I didn't answer, but look at you. You are looking down at your hands in your lap. I nudged you. You go off like a start, your whole body giving a austere vellication and you looked at me."volition you do anything I want ?"The trickle of tears became a idle rate of flow but a confidential information of a smiling appears on your aspect.

"Yes, Sir,"you say,"anything…"

I look at the guy. He takes another quick glance out the windshield, then he looks at you, than back to me."How'd you do that… I mean,"he gives you another straightaway facial expression,"does he wish it ?"

I keep looking at the big guy, his eyes flitting from me to you to the road. Finally I say, not too trashy, but with a very firm voice,"Answer the man, fornicatress !"I poke you with my elbow joint again, this time a bit harder."Do you like servicing me ?"

You gush .. You start telling me how much you love making me feel good and how lucky you are to have a professional like me. I let you go on for a instant, feeling my already semi-hard dick get just a bit harder, before giving you a spirit that shuts you up. I look back at the redneck and say,"That answer your question ?"There's a giddy grin on his handsome face and he nods up and down, saying,"UhHuh .."

"So, if you told him to suck your tool right field now, he'd do it ?"the guy says after a quiet instant.

"Yep."I say with a chuckle. I look at you, you feel me looking and appear back. Then I lean back just a little, fight my privates out a bit, and let out a deep breathing place. It takes a secondly, but you reach for my whack. The driver's eyes go wide. But I slap your handwriting away before you are capable to unbuckle me.

"Fucking Cunt !"I hiss, staring you down…"I never told you to go for my pecker. I'll add that to your punishment."I see your tear flow a bit harder and you look away from me. The guy is looking out the windshield, looking a bit taken aback by my rough words to you. I laugh. He looks at me, you keep looking down at your hands. He laughs too. I feel you trembling again.

"How do you penalise him ?"the beefy man asks.

"Tonight is his punishment,"I respond,"making him suck those guys off in the bar, getting fucked in the parking-lot, letting you have your way with him."A here and now after those words are out of my mouth, in the dim Light Within of the dashboard, I see the big guy's face blush. A opinion sets in. I grin. I think I've just figured this guy out.

A moment later, we pull off the road onto a two-track in the woods. He drives deadening. I can palpate your nerves working up in you. You're scared, I can recount. You're afraid of what the big man might want to do with you. My grin gets a bit wider and I chuckle. What you should be afraid of is what I'm going to make this stud do to you….

The headlamp shine on a clearing in the Grant Wood, an old, condemned-looking house-trailer parked to one incline. There's a lawn and a garden, and other than the shape of the house trailer, the glade looks kept up. I feel you snuggle against me as we pull up to the trailer and he parks the motortruck. The headlamp go out and it takes a moment for our eyes to adjust to the soft blanket of calorie-free cast by the almost-full moon. The man looks at us, he smiles and says,"It ain't lots, but it's home."
inside, the trailer is in much better shape than the outdoor. The beefy rivet becomes a bit more aflutter and offers us a beer. I say I'll have one. He looks at you. You look at me."He'll share mine,"I say. You and I sit on an old, but well-fixed sofa. When the big redneck comes back, he hands me a brassy beer and sits in a lounger across the small way. I notice the bulge in his knickers is definitely bigger. I take a oceanic abyss swig of the beer. Then I take a smaller mouthful and pull your face against mine. We kiss and I carefully slip my tongue between my lips and prod you to spread yours. You do. I start spitting beer into your mouth…

The guy ( I'm gon na call him John, just to stool things easier… ) stares, jaw dropped, as you drink the beer I'm alimentation you. When my back talk is empty, I take another sip and spit out it into your mouth. Then I take another gulp and swallow. John's expression is priceless. I'm now 99 % sure I was right about him.

"You're just as much a strumpet as he is,"I say to John and level at you. His heart go wide and I know I've just won. The big, husky rivet doesn't want to use you. He wants me to use him too. This is going to be too perfect… I'm going to use John to punish You ! I can't waiting to see how big his cock is. I just know it's bigger than mine. I can't time lag to hear You choke on it. I can't wait to Slap whoremaster's ass, to induce him Fuck You harder….

Don't worry ! ! ! This fib will continue……… Whether or not it stays between myself and my Boy, time will tell….
RR