Let the musclehead have his way with you
From Create Your Own Story
You resign yourself to the musclehead's advances and figure it will go quick since you are a master of the sexual arts. At least he is not bad looking and with your training, you should be able to get him off quickly.
"Just please don't ruin my clothes or makeup" you plead as you raise your hands in front of you. Your acceptance only seems to turn him on more and he is suddenly upon you, his mass looming over you. He forces your legs apart causing your mini skirt to bunch up and quickly pulls the black thong down over your boots and off your legs, whistling as he admires what is revealed.
"Shaven... and smells clean too. I don't even think I need a rubber... Now I know why those rich fucks pay so much" he exclaims.
You squirm as he starts to finger you roughly and involuntarily your entrance begins to moisten. "Shit, you are ready for this... I knew you were a little tease" he says as his other hand reaches for his waist. You hear a belt buckle and a zipper sound, but before you can see what's happening your fishnet clad legs and leather boots are pulled up over his shoulders as your lower back comes up off the dirty mattress, your legs hooked over his shoulders. You feel his large hands on your tiny waist as he nearly encircles it in his grip. He positions your body and suddenly he enters you.
"Oh fuck yeah" he exclaims as he starts to pump you. His penis feels about average size and you cross your ankles behind his head and start to flex your muscles around his cock, as your training dictates. He grunts as he continues to thrust and you start to arch your back a bit more to meet him. "Damn you are tight" he grunts.
He suddenly stands, picking your tiny frame up off of the mattress. You keep your legs hooked on his shoulders and wrap your arms around his neck to support yourself as he picks you up. He turns and leans back against the wall for support as he lifts you up and down on his cock, suspended in the air. Despite your skills and how excited he is, this is taking longer than it should... probably because he is on steroids or something. You free one of your legs and extend it down, the toe of your boot barely touching and your other leg arched straight up, your ankled boot resting on his shoulder as you are in a near forward standing split, speared on his cock. You use the straight angle of your legs and your elasticity to flex even harder around him as he grabs your ass cheeks with both hands and fucks you.
"So tight..." he grunts, nearly out of breath. You feel a familiar sensation and sense that he is about to come. You arc your front leg out and bring it back down off of his shoulder, stepping off of him and breaking his grip with your hands as he falls to his knees while ejactulating all over himself and the mattress.
You straighten yourself out and gather your thong, making sure you hair is in place and your outfit is back to normal.
Musclehead catches his breath and stands, trying to clean himself off with a filthy rag from the alley. "Damn, you made me ruin my shirt... but it was worth it. You can come back and see me any time." he exclaims as he slaps your ass and opens the metal door.
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