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Happy Hour part 3
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Happy Hour part 3 What happened next was fast and furious and left me in a crumpled heap, oozing cum like a saturated sponge. The first two Uber drivers wouldn’t let me get in their cars, so I had to offer a special tip to the third to get a ride home. But I digress. Balancing on my<b> toes </font></b>in a squatting position, with my hands securely grasping both of his ass cheeks, I found my rhythm, pulling him deeper into my throat with each thrust of his hips. He was long and thick. My neck bulged with each plunging stroke, completely cutting of my air supply. But my timing was good enough that I could breathe. Until he bucked hard into my throat and held my head from behind, pinning me to his pelvis, his cock acting like a stopper in a wine bottle. Starved for air, I felt blackness closing in as my consciousness began swirling down the drain. Frantically I pulled at his ass cheeks and slapped at his chest. But he held my head firmly. Only a pin hole of light remained as my mind surrendered to the blackness of unconsciousness. My arms fell to my sides in exhaustion and resignation to my fate. Someone behind me pulled me up by my hips like a hinge, now bent at the waist, my throat securely sealed by the cock buried in my mouth, my trembling legs barely able to support my weight, my oxygen starved mind was about to give in, inevitably sending me crashing to the ground. My swollen and slippery pussy lips, advertised my state of arousal, and offered no resistance to the giant cock aimed at my opening, that pushed into me from behind in one continuous motion, stopping only when his pubic bone crashed into my ass. With my awareness dimming, the sensation was intensified and my orgasm was immediate, my body shuddering, almost convulsing with pleasure and release. My knees buckled. Blackness followed, covering my mind like a blanket and I was out. I awoke to slaps across my face, spittle sputtering from my lips, as I slurped in air around the cock that sat on my tongue like a giant straw, the fog lifting enough to assess my surroundings. I had no idea how long I had been out. I was still bent at the waist, a cock pushing into my mouth in rhythmic strokes, not as deeply, so I could breathe easily, it seemed stubbier and not as thick as before. The pounding of my pussy from behind forced me forward jamming my nose into a wry thatch of pubic hair. I could taste cum in my mouth and feel its viscous strings drooling from the corners of my mouth and swinging from my chin in long strands. Someone had already dumped his load and I could sense from the increasingly urgent cadence in my mouth now, that another would be added soon enough. Fingernails dug into the creases of my hips as the cock in my pussy bore its way to its maximum depth. Hot surges of goo filled me as the uncontrolled, instinctual thrusts slammed into me, delivering its load. I felt him withdraw his softening cock from my stretched hole, dragging with it gobs of cum, which he smeared across my pussy up to my asshole, using his cock like a paint brush, glazing my openings like two donuts. That was a lot of cum for one guy, I thought to myself. Another cock quickly filled the vacancy. This guy was taller than the last because the angle of his penetration rammed a different spot in my pussy. Before I passed out I felt three different cocks, so maybe my kisser-guy found us after all. He pounded me like a , fast and deep, the squishing and slapping noises filling the alley, as our genitals repeatedly collided. The cock in my mouth was growing hotter on my tongue and swelling in size, he was about to make his deposit, so I pulled him into mouth and tickled the underside of his cock with my tongue. He erupted in three heavy squirts, into the back of my throat. I tightened my lips around his departing cock, cleaning his stem from root to tip. As he zipped up his shorts and began to turn for the street a few yards away, I looked over my shoulder in time to see the contorted face of a on the verge of orgasm. He grabbed my shoulders and pulled me backwards onto his spasming cock, creaming jets of his goo into my overflowing pussy, his girth and length displacing the pool of cum inside me, forcing it out in a bubbling ring between the seal of my pussy and the ’s thrusting cock. He almost rammed my head into the wall he came so hard. He collapsed on to my back, blanketing my body with his sweaty torso, breathing heavily, his cock remaining as hard as it was before his orgasm. Oh the joys of youth. His arms wrapped around me and roughly squeezed my breasts, in a modified bear hug, occasionally tweaking my nipples, announcing his intention to begin again soon. I felt his hot breath on my neck and ear. Our faces were close enough to kiss but the notion of kissing a man young enough to be my while his prick throbbed inside me was hard to reconcile. Another man passed by from behind the draped on my back with his cock in hand, stroking it intently. Before he grabbed my face by the chin to turn it to accept his cock, I saw a line of men that extended into the darkness. Next in line was the male half of the couple we met for drinks and farther back was my hubby. Evidently the bartender was serving more than liquor that night. I had to Uber home because my hubby told me he didn’t want to mess up the leather seats of his Audi. |
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Fucking hell. Sign me up next time. I’m rock hard wanting to have fun with you right now!
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Fucking hot is what I want to do with you babe!!!
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