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“I got your number from a friend, I need help...
Messages poured in like a man unraveling:
“Please… I’m begging. Wife 7 months pregnant with our second. No sex for months. Balls aching, so full it hurts. Porn, hand, toys—nothing works. Need real tightness, real warmth. Your pics… cute face, slim body, perfect round ass… you look like you could handle it all. You’re my last hope.”
I’m not into married men. The ring, the guilt, the secrecy—total turn-off. But his raw desperation, the endless typing, woke something dominant in me.
Another:
“I know you avoid guys like me. But no one handles what I need: multiple rounds, thick loads. Others tap out after one. You’re different. Stronger. Like you could milk me dry and beg for more. Please… just once. I’ll do anything.”
I let him sweat 10 minutes.
“Send a pic.”
Instant: thick cut cock, veins raging, heavy swollen balls, fat pre-cum pearl at the tip.
“Interesting,” I replied. “If we do this, my rules. You come when I say. Stop when I say. Beg properly.”
“Yes. Anything. Please let me inside you.”
He arrived
Door locked. He reached.
I raised one finger.
“On your knees first. Show how bad you want my boy pussy.”
He dropped, nuzzling my bulge.
I ran fingers through his hair. “Strip slow. Tell me again why you need this.”
Shirt off, strong chest. Pants down, thick leaking cock free.
“Because I’m dying. Months of nothing. Wife can’t take me. No one can. But you… only you might handle multiple rounds. Please… use me. Breed you. Anything.”
I smiled, heat curling.
“Anything? Worship first.”
I turned, dropped shorts, bent, spread. He dove in—tongue lapping my hole, moaning, beard scraping, hands gripping thighs like I’d disappear.
“Deeper,” I commanded. “Wet it for your fat cock.”
He devoured eagerly till I was slick, throbbing.
I pulled away, lay back, legs wide.
“Fuck me. Slow first. Every inch. No cumming till I say.”
He pressed in—delicious stretch. Groaned sinking deep.
“So tight… thank you…”
I locked legs around him, heels digging ass to control pace.
“Harder now. Hold it.”
He pounded, sweat dripping, whispering thanks. When I clenched & hissed “Now—fill me,” he exploded: thick hot ropes flooding deep, load after aching load.
He collapsed panting. I wasn’t done.
“Second round.” Flipped him, straddled. Sank down, rode hard.
“Please… sensitive… need more…”
“Beg properly,” I teased, slowing.
“Please sir… breed again… I’m your desperate married toy… use my cock… milk me dry…”
I clenched till he came thicker, overflowing.
He tried to pull out, shaking. I pinned wrists.
“Third round,” I whispered in his ear, grinding slow. “Not ready? Too bad. Shoot once more before you leave. I’ll keep your cum inside all night… deep while I sleep… feel you leak tomorrow… your thick married load marking me inside.”
His spent cock twitched violently—hardening instantly, swelling full from my words.
“Fuck… yes…” Hips bucked.
I rode slow, deep, eyes locked.
“That’s it, uncle. Give everything left. Breed your boy pussy one last time.”
He came broken—long pulsing waves filling till cum bubbled out, dripping his balls.
Slipped free, creamy river followed. Scooped some, fed to his lips.
“Clean your mess.”
He sucked obediently, tasting himself, eyes glazed in submission.
Dressing, trembling, he whispered, “Next time… I’ll beg harder.”
I smirked, hole throbbing full.
“We’ll see. Go home to your wife… with my scent on you.”
Door closed.
I lay back, legs spread, his thick seed leaking slow—warm, claimed, mine all night.
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“Wow, that looks huge.”
I stopped still in the empty mall washroom, eyes locked on the slim college guy at the next urinal. He was mid-stroke, fist wrapped tight around a thick, veiny dick that looked almost too big for his lean frame. The head was flushed and shiny, a clear bead of precum already sliding down the shaft. The second he noticed me he froze, cheeks flushing hard.
“I—sorry,” he stammered, trying to tuck it away. “I thought no one was—”
“Don’t stop.” I stepped closer, voice low and hungry. “It’s beautiful, Long, thick… looks heavy as hell.” I let my eyes drag over it again. “You want me to take care of that for you?”
His throat bobbed. He still looked shy, almost innocent, but his cock twitched hard in his hand and a fresh drop of precum welled up. “Here? Someone could… walk in.”
I grabbed his wrist gently, guided him toward the nearest stall, and pulled him inside. The lock clicked. “Then we better be quick. Time.”
He stood there breathing fast, that massive dick still jutting out, tip glistening. I spun around, shoved my jeans and briefs down, and planted my hands on the wall. “Put it in. I want it.”
For a second he hesitated—shy, almost sweet—then glanced down nervously. “How… how would it go inside?” he asked, voice small.
I spat onto his cock, the thick glob sliding down the shaft and making him throb visibly harder. “Saliva’s the best lube,” I told him. I showed him how to spit, coating the swollen head and stroking it slick. “See? Nice and wet now.” He tried it himself, spitting once, then again, both of us watching the shiny strands stretch and drip. We both enjoyed the slick sound it made when he stroked himself, cock glistening and even harder than before.
Then he lined up, pushing in slow, inch after fat inch, until his hips were flush against my ass and a soft, startled moan slipped out of him.
" it’s so warm and tight,” he whispered.
Then something flipped.
He pulled almost all the way out and slammed back in hard. The wet slap of skin echoed in the tiny stall. Suddenly the shy college guy was gone, replaced by a horny, wild animal. He started breeding me deep and fast, hips snapping, that long cock dragging over my prostate on every stroke.
Outside, footsteps passed the sinks. A bag rustled. I hissed under my breath, “Quieter—people are right out there.”
He leaned over my back, mouth against my ear, voice broken and desperate. “Sorry… I can’t control it. Your ass is so fucking good. The way it’s taking my hard, horny dick—I’m not able to hold back.” Another deep thrust made the stall door rattle. He kept going, breeding me hard, every wet slap louder than the last. I had no idea how many guys walking past heard those filthy sounds and got hard themselves, but he didn’t stop. He just kept pounding me, balls slapping my taint, cock swelling thicker inside me.
After a long, relentless stretch of hard breeding he suddenly tensed, cock pulsing deep. I felt him about to flood me.
“Wait—” I twisted, looking back. “I’ve got a movie after this. If you cum inside it’ll be messy and wet down there the whole time. Better if you finish in my mouth. I can eat that tasty thick load and clean your cock so we’re both ready to go back out shopping like nothing happened.”
He groaned, pulled out fast, and spun me around. I dropped to my knees as the first thick rope of cum shot across my tongue. I sealed my lips around the swollen head and sucked hard, swallowing every hot, creamy pulse. Load after heavy load filled my mouth—salty, rich, better than any milkshake the food court ever served. I kept sucking, cleaning every inch of that cock until it was spit-shiny and soft, not a drop left behind.
He leaned against the stall wall satisfied. I stood,wiped my mouth, and fixed my pants. His cum was warm in my stomach, my hole still twitching from the hard breeding, but we both looked presentable enough to walk back out into the mall like two regular guys just finishing up shopping!
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