02-07-2020, 01:36 PM
“Did he throw you out then, darlin’? Come on over here, I’ll take care of you.”
“Is your pussy getting cold then, sweetheart? Why don’t you let me warm it up for you?”
“Plenty of space in the back of the van, love. Why don’t you let the lads keep your tits nice and warm. Come on over, we’ve got time before work starts.”
“I bet you’ve got a nice juicy cunt in there. Come on over and let us all have a look.”
Finally, an upstairs window opened and Alan’s head appeared.
“What the fuck do you want?”
“What do you think I want, dickhead? I want to come in, open the bloody door!”
Alan took his time, but finally opened the door, just as the driver of the builders van was opening his own door and getting out of the van.
I dived though the door, slamming it behind me, my heart racing.
“What the fuck happened to you?”
“The old bastard threw me out. Like this. Wouldn’t even let me get my things. Bastard! I had to make my way back here in just my knickers.”
“Anyone see you?”
I told him about the men at the bus stop, and the builders van. He giggled.
“It’s not funny.” I yelled.
“Yes it is! You running through the streets in just your knickers, trying to keep your tits covered while all those ‘rough, common types’ had a good look at you. Priceless! Maybe I should send you back out there, minus your knickers this time? Give them all a really good look?”
“No! Jesus Alan you wouldn’t do that. Please, don’t tease me, Alan. That would be too much.”
He looked thoughtful, “Ok, maybe some other time. What did the old bastard have you doing then?”
I told him about having to clean the flat, then cooking his meal, then about the card night and the three other old men.
“And they all had you? I bet that made you feel really dirty, didn’t it, being fondled and fucked by a bunch of geriatrics?”
“God, yes! I felt like a right slut. Nothing more than a piece of meat.”
Then I told him about Leroy’s party, and the suggestion that I should be given to Leroy.
He looked fascinated. “Fantastic! Imagine you being used by all those men. Have you ever even done it with a black man?”
“No.”
“You don’t like the idea, either, do you?”
“Not really. In the town where I grew up there were very few black people. Those that were there lived in the rough parts of the town. I was always being warned about going anywhere near them and my dad used to say to me ‘Don’t ever let me catch you with a black, right. If I ever see you with one of those people I’ll take the skin off your arse.’ I never went anywhere near them. Once though, I was with some friends and we were driving though that part of the town and we stopped at some traffic lights. Al these black guys surrounded the car and started saying the most disgusting, filthy things to us. We were scared stupid, and ever since then I’ve avoided black people whenever I could. I just don’t like them. So the thought of being used by a whole load of them as a toy is a bit scary.”
“I think it would be good for you to do this. Imagine how cheap and dirty you’d feel. Just imagine being used by dozens of big, black guys. Having to do whatever they want, just to keep them happy. How good would that be?”
I shuddered, then laughed out loud as I said, “Ok. I’ll do it.”
“I’ll phone the old man tonight. He can get it set up. Now, as you’ve woken me so early, and given me a hard-on by telling em about your evening with a bunch of dirty old me, I think you’d better give me a blow job before we have to get ready for work.”
He sat down in a chair and opened his bathrobe to reveal his stiff cock. I quickly went to work on him, sucking and licking for all I was worth until he emptied his balls into my mouth.
As he left to get ready for work he patted me on the bottom and said, “We need to hurry if we’re going to get the most out of you before you go back to John. I’ll speak to Neil and we’ll see if we can’t have some more fun with you, ok?”
I grinned back at him, “Fine by me.”
“Is your pussy getting cold then, sweetheart? Why don’t you let me warm it up for you?”
“Plenty of space in the back of the van, love. Why don’t you let the lads keep your tits nice and warm. Come on over, we’ve got time before work starts.”
“I bet you’ve got a nice juicy cunt in there. Come on over and let us all have a look.”
Finally, an upstairs window opened and Alan’s head appeared.
“What the fuck do you want?”
“What do you think I want, dickhead? I want to come in, open the bloody door!”
Alan took his time, but finally opened the door, just as the driver of the builders van was opening his own door and getting out of the van.
I dived though the door, slamming it behind me, my heart racing.
“What the fuck happened to you?”
“The old bastard threw me out. Like this. Wouldn’t even let me get my things. Bastard! I had to make my way back here in just my knickers.”
“Anyone see you?”
I told him about the men at the bus stop, and the builders van. He giggled.
“It’s not funny.” I yelled.
“Yes it is! You running through the streets in just your knickers, trying to keep your tits covered while all those ‘rough, common types’ had a good look at you. Priceless! Maybe I should send you back out there, minus your knickers this time? Give them all a really good look?”
“No! Jesus Alan you wouldn’t do that. Please, don’t tease me, Alan. That would be too much.”
He looked thoughtful, “Ok, maybe some other time. What did the old bastard have you doing then?”
I told him about having to clean the flat, then cooking his meal, then about the card night and the three other old men.
“And they all had you? I bet that made you feel really dirty, didn’t it, being fondled and fucked by a bunch of geriatrics?”
“God, yes! I felt like a right slut. Nothing more than a piece of meat.”
Then I told him about Leroy’s party, and the suggestion that I should be given to Leroy.
He looked fascinated. “Fantastic! Imagine you being used by all those men. Have you ever even done it with a black man?”
“No.”
“You don’t like the idea, either, do you?”
“Not really. In the town where I grew up there were very few black people. Those that were there lived in the rough parts of the town. I was always being warned about going anywhere near them and my dad used to say to me ‘Don’t ever let me catch you with a black, right. If I ever see you with one of those people I’ll take the skin off your arse.’ I never went anywhere near them. Once though, I was with some friends and we were driving though that part of the town and we stopped at some traffic lights. Al these black guys surrounded the car and started saying the most disgusting, filthy things to us. We were scared stupid, and ever since then I’ve avoided black people whenever I could. I just don’t like them. So the thought of being used by a whole load of them as a toy is a bit scary.”
“I think it would be good for you to do this. Imagine how cheap and dirty you’d feel. Just imagine being used by dozens of big, black guys. Having to do whatever they want, just to keep them happy. How good would that be?”
I shuddered, then laughed out loud as I said, “Ok. I’ll do it.”
“I’ll phone the old man tonight. He can get it set up. Now, as you’ve woken me so early, and given me a hard-on by telling em about your evening with a bunch of dirty old me, I think you’d better give me a blow job before we have to get ready for work.”
He sat down in a chair and opened his bathrobe to reveal his stiff cock. I quickly went to work on him, sucking and licking for all I was worth until he emptied his balls into my mouth.
As he left to get ready for work he patted me on the bottom and said, “We need to hurry if we’re going to get the most out of you before you go back to John. I’ll speak to Neil and we’ll see if we can’t have some more fun with you, ok?”
I grinned back at him, “Fine by me.”
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