High School Faculty Whore (7)~
High School Faculty Whore (7)~
Here in my car at the service station pumps after a long day with money in my purse, wanting coffee, and not having any cock after spending my day down there in the basement. Thinking about today’s troubles, Ramón, and about all those cocks that had been in my mouth. My destination now was getting home, a hot bath to relax in. But needing that coffee now, not wanting to wait. Plus, I might get something to eat, since I had nothing all day. Not sure though, having my belly full of cum.
Seeing that money, and knowing there would be future financial rewards, made me understand, I needed to do better by Sara, since being one of her girls. Later finding out there were many girls Sara was managing. Some resembled me, employed in school administration, whereas others comprised individuals from the streets, along side even very prominent figures within the system. Some things happening in the system I found were quite shocking. I know some women did it for the money only, but there were some like me that loved cock so much, and the money was the icing on the cake. Some women of the system, were women with no husbands, no kids, and this was a way of getting their sexual fulfillment, fantasies fulfilled, at least that’s what I got from my conversation with some of them and some stories they told me, would make your head spin.
Myself, I was a paid cock loving whore. A whore, and if you been reading my story, you know how much I am one. Ive always loved men and never could get enough of what they gave me and how hard. When I married my ex, I was thinking it would end my lust for men, just settle down with one steady man. I could not have been more wrong. It never left me. Even though my husband fucked better than anyone I had before, I still needed cock on the side. So I had cheated on him many times. The house party where I fucked my former friends’ husbands and his friends destroyed my marriage. Thus, ending our friendship with them, was the last straw for my ex. It must be my destiny to be a whore. Which is why I am alone and had to move from another school. After the divorce, I ended up with my car, half the house money, and few bits of furniture. But it taught me to be more conservative with my money, and I have learned to invest for my future.
From the money I just earned, thoughts in my head of everything today and my ex, my divorce, letting out a long exhale from it all, I pumped gas into my old beater car. Well, having for ten years made it old, and it had its dents, and I had been wanting a newer one. After filling up, I had to move because of others trying to get in. The place was so busy, this time of evening. Finding only a parking spot on the side of the building since there were none in front. Next to a van with a name on it saying, Tanner Heating and Cooling. Taking just a 20 dollars from the envelope, and leaving the rest in my purse, my phone, on the floorboard.
Entering, it was busy inside, going for the coffee bar. Pouring myself a large cup, taking to take a good sip of that hot coffee I needed. Ah!, it tasted so good after sucking so many cocks today. Standing there with my coffee, a nice-looking man approaching me. Knowing I was in his way, I stepped aside, sipping from my cup. Which opened up a conversation. “No problem, you’re fine”, saying to me, when I had stepped back, as he got his coffee, and took a sip as well. I opened up to him, telling him I loved coffee, and could drink a gallon of the stuff. When he said, “Really?, I feel the same way”. I felt something about him, and I needed to talk since most of my day was just on my knees sucking.
That caused us to really strike a conversation, and we must have talked for about 10 minutes when this good-looking young man came up, and started talking to my new friend I will call TC. Founding out, he was the heating and air conditioning guy whose van I parked next to. The young man must have been his helper, looking like he was middle to late 20s. Our conversation between TC and me was terrific, and we both smiled and enjoyed each other’s company. I should ’t have to tell you, but I wanted to fuck him so badly, he mentioned he had one more service call to make. Which I needed him to give me service, so bad!
We chatted while we stood in line to pay also, where he gave me his card, me giving my number as he put it in his phone, and afterwards I said goodbye to him. Going out to my car, just backing out. I noticed both of them walking to their van. Then suddenly TC waved his arms to get my attention, saying, “hey stop!, stop!” Not knowing what he wanted. Pulling back in, he came over to my window, and told me my car was leaking oil, which they saw when pulling out in the snow, and I had a service light in my car display now. “Shit!”, not again, saying to myself. “Better let us check it for you”, he said. “Pop the hood, and we’ll have a look”. Doing as they asked, sure enough, they told me my oil was not even showing on the oil dipstick, and they needed to see what was wrong with it. Then the younger man, got down, crawling underneath to check things down there. On coming out, he told me about having a dent with a small hole in my oil pan. I have to admit to never checking it, something that does not enter my mind. Having it done at the dealership when I have it serviced.
I already had car trouble today, and I didn’t wanna miss work tomorrow. “What am I supposed to do for work tomorrow?”, asking them. “Well, we can do a quick fix on it to get you home, and you might drive it a few days,” he told me. “But I wouldn’t wait too long.” “Well, that’s very nice of you, thank you, TC, I replied. Then he told the younger guy, named Steve, who turned out to be his son, to go down the street to an AutoZone. Buy some oil, and something to patch the hole in my oil pan. Telling TC thanks again, for his help and that I’ve had trouble with my car lately.
Steve then took off in their van to go get what he needed for my car, as I grabbed my coffee, along with my coat, since it was getting cooler, as we were standing in poor light of the service station off to the side in the cold. As I mentioned we still had snow on the ground. Both TC and I agreed, going back inside to stay warm while Steve was gone.
Talking with him, I found him an interesting man owning his own business. Both TC and Steve were both down right handsome to me, and I felt TC was reading my mind. Or my signals to him were just very obvious? I’m sure they were, because I do flirt rather openly, and I needed a fuck so bad. We talked about him calling me, and maybe going out sometime, when the van drove up, and we went back out. This time the van parked on the other side of my car, it being on one side, and a block wall on the other. The light was poorly lit in that corner of the lot. The only good lighting was when someone turned into the lot from the street for a moment with their headlights.
I felt bad that Steve had to do this for me. I mean, he climbed under my car in the snow to do this. “Thank you” again, I said to TC and for Steve helping me. I really appreciated so much what they were doing for me, and would do anything to repay them for it, anything at all, with a seductive look on my face expressing that to TC. He already knew exactly what I meant now.
TC then said to me about Steve, “He’s going to be a little while fixing that, so why don’t get in the van?” Sure”, I said, “would love to see your tool”, looking at him. The panel van door slid back, and we both got in. Closing it, back. At the back of the truck, there were boxes and hoses. But there was enough room for us forward, and as soon as he had closed the door, we both got down to it. I removed my coat, panties, as he unbuttoned his pants, getting them and his shorts down. I immediately took his cock, putting my mouth around it as he expressed pleasure from what I was doing to him, as he lay back.
He was hard, but I needed that cock in me. I just sucked it for a minute or two when I climbed on him, and took his cock, guiding it up inside of me, so wet and ready for it. “Ohhh fuck! I needed this,” saying to him as his cock slid between the lips of my cunt.
I had only sucked cock today, and now I had cock inside of me, and going to make it a hard ride. Sitting on him, hands on his shoulders. Feeling how wet my cunt was — so juicy wet, and flowing from it onto his balls while plunging down my cunt on him over and over. I wanted to cum so badly, so fucking bad, being horny as I was. Being that way, my body could not contain what it needed, and so, surprised at myself, how fast I began to cum. Fucking that cock, my body was so primed to cum quickly. Like an enormous wave, pleasure flowed over my body as a soft “ohhhh fuck!” came from mouth, as my head was now next to his.
My ride on his cock slowed as my orgasm subsided, as he now took hold of me by my ass firmer, thrusting up into me, grunting. TC was thrusting hard, shoving that cock in deep between my lips, as I lay on top of him, my head next to his, moaning. One hand clutching me also in my crack, and then suddenly, with a surprise, I felt his fingertip touch it, before sticking it in my asshole, making me cry, “oh fuck!”. Now with my mouth wide open, my breathing hard, another orgasm was building quickly. He was grunting rapidly, causing my juices to keep flowing over us, so hot, and ready I was to cum a second time. Then I hear him groan continuously, feeling hot jets of cum hitting my insides, making me moan, and cum again with him this time. I was feeling so good, needing this to happen so many hours ago. Both of us were quick in our orgasms. But the sex was wonderful, and I was feeling so much better.
I laid on him until the van door again slid back, and Steve saw me on top of his father. “Oh, fuck, I thought you two went back inside,” he said. Then TC said, “You want some of this?” “Why not, sure,” he said. I rolled off of him and lay on my side as TC sat on the edge of the van, pulling his shorts and pants up. I closed my eyes and felt Steve get in and over behind me. Steve was dirty on his hands and forearms from my car, but I didn’t care, not at all.
With my eyes closed, and him behind me, lifting my dress as I lay on my side, him seeing the tops of my white stockings and garter belt, saying,” Fuck!, this is one sexy bitch”. With me feeling the cold air of the night on the wetness of my body, I also felt the warm hands of Steve touch me. Then TC's phone rang, hearing him fade away as he must have walked off talking to someone. But feeling Steve’s cock as it touched my lips, him rubbing them with the head of his cock until it found me, pushing that cock up inside, fucking me. Steve was a good -looking man, and now I had this young stud fucking me, as he had his hand on my inner thigh, holding it up and my legs open. He was taking hard, deep strokes and had me just moaning, wanting to cum again, went it slipped out from my wet cunt.
Reaching between my legs, taking his cock in my hand, saying to him, “own me, shove it in my shithole” I aimed his cock to my asshole, and he didn’t disappoint and thrust forward shoving his cock up in me, while cries of “ohhh fuck,” we’re coming from that opened door van while I was being ass fucked.
He was fucking my asshole hard, and from my words to him, he knew what kind of woman he had his cock in. “You love it in your asshole, don’t you whore” he said. “Yes, oh fuck yes, fuck my shithole and stretch that fucking hole out”. With his dirty hands on me, holding my thigh up, shoving it inside my ass, with me continuously moaning. Fuck!, it felt so good, and me not caring about anything or anyone, me crying, saying, “Fuck my shithole, fuck my shithole", make it hurt and cum in me you dirty bastard, show your dad you own this whore’s ass”. I don’t think TC was there, but saying it anyway, but if he was close, he had to hear it or anyone else could. Placing my fingers down between my legs, touching my cunt. It was hot, so wet, and my clit was throbbing so badly, with me rubbing circles around it. “Oh, fuck yes, fuck yes”, cum in my shithole, was coming from my mouth.
My eyes were closed, but when upon hearing, “Yeah, fuck that whore’s ass”. My eyes opened looking in utter excitement , my head bobbing back and forth as my body was taking the impact from Steve fucking my ass. It was TC, saying that, and hearing him, a smile came on my face so big, I actually giggled for a brief second at what he said while enjoying the fucking I was getting, their words degrading me and my treatment by both of them. SHIT!, this is what my body craved and needed, being objectified by real men, as TC watched his own son fuck me up my asshole, as I took it hard and moaned. Knowing his father was watching him do this to my body, made things even hotter. TC watching that young cock being shoved in a dirty whore like me.
“She loves in her ass, Dad”, Steve, telling his father, and I instantly reached orgasm so hard. Something I so intensely craved for more of this cold winter night. Moaning like a whore, beginning to squirt my juices from my cunt, and could not stop for several seconds. “She loves it in her ass,” I heard, and at that moment as Steve said it, my eyes closed. “Oh, fuck”, came out of my mouth loud. Juice came squirting out of me harder, while his cock continued stretching my asshole out.
Such an intense feeling within me. Steve didn’t miss a stroke inside of me while I squirted. He continued, pounding my asshole, me moaning, shaking my head side to side. Knowing he was going to cum, strengthening his grip on me tight, thrusting, like he was driven to split my ass open. Making me now beg for his cum in my ass.” Oh fuck, yes, do it, cum in my shithole and make me suck your dirty cock”, saying to him. Then, he groaned, and he came hard, it blasting up my dirty ass, grunting, me feeling it being pumped into me. He didn’t stop until his cock had become soft, and coming out of my ass, but knowing I really satisfied him.
When his cock slid out of my ass, there was no doubt he had cummed a lot. As it was now running out of me and across my cheek, feeling its warmth on my skin. I was eager for what was next, and he didn’t waste time, taking me by my hair and following his lead, moving back, taking his cock in my mouth, sucking it for him, which had been deep in my ass. Now on my knees, sucking his young cock, touching his hairy balls with my chin. Fuck, this is what my body was born to do, I was thinking to myself. TC had already unfastened his pants again, and moved behind me now, and using his hands to spread my cheeks wide, seeing what his son had left inside of their whore.
“Damn, look at that beautiful white fucked ass”, he said. Looking at my pink open puckered hole from the light of the ceiling blub with its bright glow, and seeing his own son’s cum from my ass as he spread my cheeks apart. With them spread, feeling his cockhead push into my freshly fucked asshole, something TC wanted from me since he knew I got off on being ass fucked, and squirted becuase of it. With me moaning, having Steve’s cock in my mouth, his father pushed that cock with a good thrust into that wet, already fucked hole, his balls slapping my cunt. “Ah, fuck” came from my mouth as Steve’s cock slipped out the same moment when his father went deep inside of my ass.
Suck it, bitch!, don’t stop, Steve said to me when his cock slipped from my mouth as I reacted when his father entered my ass with one quick thrust. Using his hand, holding my head between his legs, with the other he put his cock back into my mouth and repeated, “Suck it, bitch!”. Not saying a word, willingly sucking on the cock that had made be squirt, and eager to please them both. TC and Steve’s talking like they did to me, had added more fuel to my fire.
Steve now had his hands in my dress, pulling at my bra. Getting my tits free, out, exposing them. Holding them in his warm hands, squeezing and making me moan with his cock in my mouth. But he went even further. Nipples between his fingers, he began to pinch and twist them. It was more than my body could bear from them both, he and his father, with me squirting a second time. I felt my juices gush out, hitting TC’s balls, splattering both of us with it as they slapped my cunt with each thrust that cock took into my ass. The juices, making the inside of my thighs wet, where my stocking tops were soaked, along with the front of my yellow dress.
Both of them had made me squirt — first Steve and now his father too. But my squirting was not over. TC slapped my ass cheek, making me cry with Steve’s cock still in my mouth. Over and over he slapped it as he told me, he was going to cum in my ass. “Squeeze my cock, bitch, with your asshole. “Squeeze me,” he commanded. I squeezed my ass around him, as he shoved it into me even harder. Feeling his balls hitting my cunt each time his cock went back down into my ass, with him slapping my cheek. “Oh, fuck”, coming from my mouth as I could not suck Steve’s cock now from the feeling in my ass. My ass hurt outwardly, but inwardly, oh fuck it felt so good there was no stopping the pain he delivered, nor did I want it stopped, and neither did the tensed muscles of my ass. “You white ass bitch, I'm going to pump your ass full of cum, til it runs out that cock sucking mouth of yours," he said just before he shot it hard inside of me. Feeling the heat of his cum in my ass just as his son had. FUCK!! came from my mouth very loud, an enormous orgasm within me, causing so much squirting from me, a third time. So quickly as the second was unexpectantly, this time now pissing out of me.
The pain, the rough treatment, their nasty talk, the heat of his cum blasting in my ass, made my cunt squirt and squirt, while I trembled and could no longer stay on my knees. TC’s cock slipped from my ass, as I slumped down on my side, eyes closed, motionless, while knowing Steve was jerking his cock since he had not cummed in my mouth. In a moment, his hot cum hit me in the face and hair as he let out a sound of pleasure. Then I didn’t remember after that in the van, because I was out.
That brief time out of it, they must have gone back inside, to piss, and clean themselves up. Hearing the van door slide back. I still lay where they used me, my dress up not covering me, cum on my face and coming out from my ass.
Steve was now telling me they needed to leave. As I got myself a little together when I woke. He helped me out, and his attitude was different, softer, and gentler when speaking to me. I appreciated his care of me because I needed a little help. It’s as if I were slightly drunk, dazed. My tits were still out of my dress, as I stood there with Steve. Lights would flash on us both as cars turned into the service station lot.
TC then said, “Hey, we’ve got to go, still have one more job to do”, telling that to his son. Not wanting the great time to end, and touching Steve crotch, telling him I wanted his cock. “You, didn’t get enough”? He replied, to me. TC when said, “Steve, we’ve got to go. Then Steve said to me, “You okay”, with me saying back, “Yeah, I think so” in a low, subdued voice.
Then I heard, “damn we are going to be out late if we don’t get doing. Steve got in the van, telling me, goodbye, as they backed out and took off. Me standing there, my hair messed up. Getting myself somewhat together. After a few minutes. Dazed, walking back inside through the side entrance, passing no one. Everyone else was at the register inside, it seemed.
Needing to pee and clean up, still dazed as I walked into the restroom and found a stall. Inside that stall, I reached under my dress for my panties. There were none, and I didn’t even know it. Those white, expensive panties were left in their van. Sitting there for several minutes,and trying to get my head around everything that had happened. Finally, cleaning myself up as best as I could, using the toilet paper. But feeling my ass hurt when I touched it, since it had taken two hard ass fuckings from TC, and his son Steven something I wish I could be doing again that very second.
My stockings were wet, and the new yellow dress I put on this morning was now filthy dirty. When I made it out of the stall, not totally with it yet, and over to the sink to wash up. Seeing myself in the mirror, and from my mouth came “Oh my goodness”. My tits were still hanging out of my dress. My hair was a fucked up mess. Steve’s cum still on my face and hair, still somewhat dazed from it all , their rough treatment of me.
Dispensing some soap into my hands to finish cleaning up, and get out of there. I really needed to get home for a bath because I was nasty. But as the water ran rinsing off the soap, and to my discovery from the mirror. Seeing a man looking at me as he stood at a urinal. This man turned from it, looking at me, holding his cock in his hand, as if “here it is, you want some”, and smiled at me. Of course you know me, giving him a big smile back, thinking of it, in my mind, yes I do. But this wasn’t Déjà vu at all.
Here in my car at the service station pumps after a long day with money in my purse, wanting coffee, and not having any cock after spending my day down there in the basement. Thinking about today’s troubles, Ramón, and about all those cocks that had been in my mouth. My destination now was getting home, a hot bath to relax in. But needing that coffee now, not wanting to wait. Plus, I might get something to eat, since I had nothing all day. Not sure though, having my belly full of cum.
Seeing that money, and knowing there would be future financial rewards, made me understand, I needed to do better by Sara, since being one of her girls. Later finding out there were many girls Sara was managing. Some resembled me, employed in school administration, whereas others comprised individuals from the streets, along side even very prominent figures within the system. Some things happening in the system I found were quite shocking. I know some women did it for the money only, but there were some like me that loved cock so much, and the money was the icing on the cake. Some women of the system, were women with no husbands, no kids, and this was a way of getting their sexual fulfillment, fantasies fulfilled, at least that’s what I got from my conversation with some of them and some stories they told me, would make your head spin.
Myself, I was a paid cock loving whore. A whore, and if you been reading my story, you know how much I am one. Ive always loved men and never could get enough of what they gave me and how hard. When I married my ex, I was thinking it would end my lust for men, just settle down with one steady man. I could not have been more wrong. It never left me. Even though my husband fucked better than anyone I had before, I still needed cock on the side. So I had cheated on him many times. The house party where I fucked my former friends’ husbands and his friends destroyed my marriage. Thus, ending our friendship with them, was the last straw for my ex. It must be my destiny to be a whore. Which is why I am alone and had to move from another school. After the divorce, I ended up with my car, half the house money, and few bits of furniture. But it taught me to be more conservative with my money, and I have learned to invest for my future.
From the money I just earned, thoughts in my head of everything today and my ex, my divorce, letting out a long exhale from it all, I pumped gas into my old beater car. Well, having for ten years made it old, and it had its dents, and I had been wanting a newer one. After filling up, I had to move because of others trying to get in. The place was so busy, this time of evening. Finding only a parking spot on the side of the building since there were none in front. Next to a van with a name on it saying, Tanner Heating and Cooling. Taking just a 20 dollars from the envelope, and leaving the rest in my purse, my phone, on the floorboard.
Entering, it was busy inside, going for the coffee bar. Pouring myself a large cup, taking to take a good sip of that hot coffee I needed. Ah!, it tasted so good after sucking so many cocks today. Standing there with my coffee, a nice-looking man approaching me. Knowing I was in his way, I stepped aside, sipping from my cup. Which opened up a conversation. “No problem, you’re fine”, saying to me, when I had stepped back, as he got his coffee, and took a sip as well. I opened up to him, telling him I loved coffee, and could drink a gallon of the stuff. When he said, “Really?, I feel the same way”. I felt something about him, and I needed to talk since most of my day was just on my knees sucking.
That caused us to really strike a conversation, and we must have talked for about 10 minutes when this good-looking young man came up, and started talking to my new friend I will call TC. Founding out, he was the heating and air conditioning guy whose van I parked next to. The young man must have been his helper, looking like he was middle to late 20s. Our conversation between TC and me was terrific, and we both smiled and enjoyed each other’s company. I should ’t have to tell you, but I wanted to fuck him so badly, he mentioned he had one more service call to make. Which I needed him to give me service, so bad!
We chatted while we stood in line to pay also, where he gave me his card, me giving my number as he put it in his phone, and afterwards I said goodbye to him. Going out to my car, just backing out. I noticed both of them walking to their van. Then suddenly TC waved his arms to get my attention, saying, “hey stop!, stop!” Not knowing what he wanted. Pulling back in, he came over to my window, and told me my car was leaking oil, which they saw when pulling out in the snow, and I had a service light in my car display now. “Shit!”, not again, saying to myself. “Better let us check it for you”, he said. “Pop the hood, and we’ll have a look”. Doing as they asked, sure enough, they told me my oil was not even showing on the oil dipstick, and they needed to see what was wrong with it. Then the younger man, got down, crawling underneath to check things down there. On coming out, he told me about having a dent with a small hole in my oil pan. I have to admit to never checking it, something that does not enter my mind. Having it done at the dealership when I have it serviced.
I already had car trouble today, and I didn’t wanna miss work tomorrow. “What am I supposed to do for work tomorrow?”, asking them. “Well, we can do a quick fix on it to get you home, and you might drive it a few days,” he told me. “But I wouldn’t wait too long.” “Well, that’s very nice of you, thank you, TC, I replied. Then he told the younger guy, named Steve, who turned out to be his son, to go down the street to an AutoZone. Buy some oil, and something to patch the hole in my oil pan. Telling TC thanks again, for his help and that I’ve had trouble with my car lately.
Steve then took off in their van to go get what he needed for my car, as I grabbed my coffee, along with my coat, since it was getting cooler, as we were standing in poor light of the service station off to the side in the cold. As I mentioned we still had snow on the ground. Both TC and I agreed, going back inside to stay warm while Steve was gone.
Talking with him, I found him an interesting man owning his own business. Both TC and Steve were both down right handsome to me, and I felt TC was reading my mind. Or my signals to him were just very obvious? I’m sure they were, because I do flirt rather openly, and I needed a fuck so bad. We talked about him calling me, and maybe going out sometime, when the van drove up, and we went back out. This time the van parked on the other side of my car, it being on one side, and a block wall on the other. The light was poorly lit in that corner of the lot. The only good lighting was when someone turned into the lot from the street for a moment with their headlights.
I felt bad that Steve had to do this for me. I mean, he climbed under my car in the snow to do this. “Thank you” again, I said to TC and for Steve helping me. I really appreciated so much what they were doing for me, and would do anything to repay them for it, anything at all, with a seductive look on my face expressing that to TC. He already knew exactly what I meant now.
TC then said to me about Steve, “He’s going to be a little while fixing that, so why don’t get in the van?” Sure”, I said, “would love to see your tool”, looking at him. The panel van door slid back, and we both got in. Closing it, back. At the back of the truck, there were boxes and hoses. But there was enough room for us forward, and as soon as he had closed the door, we both got down to it. I removed my coat, panties, as he unbuttoned his pants, getting them and his shorts down. I immediately took his cock, putting my mouth around it as he expressed pleasure from what I was doing to him, as he lay back.
He was hard, but I needed that cock in me. I just sucked it for a minute or two when I climbed on him, and took his cock, guiding it up inside of me, so wet and ready for it. “Ohhh fuck! I needed this,” saying to him as his cock slid between the lips of my cunt.
I had only sucked cock today, and now I had cock inside of me, and going to make it a hard ride. Sitting on him, hands on his shoulders. Feeling how wet my cunt was — so juicy wet, and flowing from it onto his balls while plunging down my cunt on him over and over. I wanted to cum so badly, so fucking bad, being horny as I was. Being that way, my body could not contain what it needed, and so, surprised at myself, how fast I began to cum. Fucking that cock, my body was so primed to cum quickly. Like an enormous wave, pleasure flowed over my body as a soft “ohhhh fuck!” came from mouth, as my head was now next to his.
My ride on his cock slowed as my orgasm subsided, as he now took hold of me by my ass firmer, thrusting up into me, grunting. TC was thrusting hard, shoving that cock in deep between my lips, as I lay on top of him, my head next to his, moaning. One hand clutching me also in my crack, and then suddenly, with a surprise, I felt his fingertip touch it, before sticking it in my asshole, making me cry, “oh fuck!”. Now with my mouth wide open, my breathing hard, another orgasm was building quickly. He was grunting rapidly, causing my juices to keep flowing over us, so hot, and ready I was to cum a second time. Then I hear him groan continuously, feeling hot jets of cum hitting my insides, making me moan, and cum again with him this time. I was feeling so good, needing this to happen so many hours ago. Both of us were quick in our orgasms. But the sex was wonderful, and I was feeling so much better.
I laid on him until the van door again slid back, and Steve saw me on top of his father. “Oh, fuck, I thought you two went back inside,” he said. Then TC said, “You want some of this?” “Why not, sure,” he said. I rolled off of him and lay on my side as TC sat on the edge of the van, pulling his shorts and pants up. I closed my eyes and felt Steve get in and over behind me. Steve was dirty on his hands and forearms from my car, but I didn’t care, not at all.
With my eyes closed, and him behind me, lifting my dress as I lay on my side, him seeing the tops of my white stockings and garter belt, saying,” Fuck!, this is one sexy bitch”. With me feeling the cold air of the night on the wetness of my body, I also felt the warm hands of Steve touch me. Then TC's phone rang, hearing him fade away as he must have walked off talking to someone. But feeling Steve’s cock as it touched my lips, him rubbing them with the head of his cock until it found me, pushing that cock up inside, fucking me. Steve was a good -looking man, and now I had this young stud fucking me, as he had his hand on my inner thigh, holding it up and my legs open. He was taking hard, deep strokes and had me just moaning, wanting to cum again, went it slipped out from my wet cunt.
Reaching between my legs, taking his cock in my hand, saying to him, “own me, shove it in my shithole” I aimed his cock to my asshole, and he didn’t disappoint and thrust forward shoving his cock up in me, while cries of “ohhh fuck,” we’re coming from that opened door van while I was being ass fucked.
He was fucking my asshole hard, and from my words to him, he knew what kind of woman he had his cock in. “You love it in your asshole, don’t you whore” he said. “Yes, oh fuck yes, fuck my shithole and stretch that fucking hole out”. With his dirty hands on me, holding my thigh up, shoving it inside my ass, with me continuously moaning. Fuck!, it felt so good, and me not caring about anything or anyone, me crying, saying, “Fuck my shithole, fuck my shithole", make it hurt and cum in me you dirty bastard, show your dad you own this whore’s ass”. I don’t think TC was there, but saying it anyway, but if he was close, he had to hear it or anyone else could. Placing my fingers down between my legs, touching my cunt. It was hot, so wet, and my clit was throbbing so badly, with me rubbing circles around it. “Oh, fuck yes, fuck yes”, cum in my shithole, was coming from my mouth.
My eyes were closed, but when upon hearing, “Yeah, fuck that whore’s ass”. My eyes opened looking in utter excitement , my head bobbing back and forth as my body was taking the impact from Steve fucking my ass. It was TC, saying that, and hearing him, a smile came on my face so big, I actually giggled for a brief second at what he said while enjoying the fucking I was getting, their words degrading me and my treatment by both of them. SHIT!, this is what my body craved and needed, being objectified by real men, as TC watched his own son fuck me up my asshole, as I took it hard and moaned. Knowing his father was watching him do this to my body, made things even hotter. TC watching that young cock being shoved in a dirty whore like me.
“She loves in her ass, Dad”, Steve, telling his father, and I instantly reached orgasm so hard. Something I so intensely craved for more of this cold winter night. Moaning like a whore, beginning to squirt my juices from my cunt, and could not stop for several seconds. “She loves it in her ass,” I heard, and at that moment as Steve said it, my eyes closed. “Oh, fuck”, came out of my mouth loud. Juice came squirting out of me harder, while his cock continued stretching my asshole out.
Such an intense feeling within me. Steve didn’t miss a stroke inside of me while I squirted. He continued, pounding my asshole, me moaning, shaking my head side to side. Knowing he was going to cum, strengthening his grip on me tight, thrusting, like he was driven to split my ass open. Making me now beg for his cum in my ass.” Oh fuck, yes, do it, cum in my shithole and make me suck your dirty cock”, saying to him. Then, he groaned, and he came hard, it blasting up my dirty ass, grunting, me feeling it being pumped into me. He didn’t stop until his cock had become soft, and coming out of my ass, but knowing I really satisfied him.
When his cock slid out of my ass, there was no doubt he had cummed a lot. As it was now running out of me and across my cheek, feeling its warmth on my skin. I was eager for what was next, and he didn’t waste time, taking me by my hair and following his lead, moving back, taking his cock in my mouth, sucking it for him, which had been deep in my ass. Now on my knees, sucking his young cock, touching his hairy balls with my chin. Fuck, this is what my body was born to do, I was thinking to myself. TC had already unfastened his pants again, and moved behind me now, and using his hands to spread my cheeks wide, seeing what his son had left inside of their whore.
“Damn, look at that beautiful white fucked ass”, he said. Looking at my pink open puckered hole from the light of the ceiling blub with its bright glow, and seeing his own son’s cum from my ass as he spread my cheeks apart. With them spread, feeling his cockhead push into my freshly fucked asshole, something TC wanted from me since he knew I got off on being ass fucked, and squirted becuase of it. With me moaning, having Steve’s cock in my mouth, his father pushed that cock with a good thrust into that wet, already fucked hole, his balls slapping my cunt. “Ah, fuck” came from my mouth as Steve’s cock slipped out the same moment when his father went deep inside of my ass.
Suck it, bitch!, don’t stop, Steve said to me when his cock slipped from my mouth as I reacted when his father entered my ass with one quick thrust. Using his hand, holding my head between his legs, with the other he put his cock back into my mouth and repeated, “Suck it, bitch!”. Not saying a word, willingly sucking on the cock that had made be squirt, and eager to please them both. TC and Steve’s talking like they did to me, had added more fuel to my fire.
Steve now had his hands in my dress, pulling at my bra. Getting my tits free, out, exposing them. Holding them in his warm hands, squeezing and making me moan with his cock in my mouth. But he went even further. Nipples between his fingers, he began to pinch and twist them. It was more than my body could bear from them both, he and his father, with me squirting a second time. I felt my juices gush out, hitting TC’s balls, splattering both of us with it as they slapped my cunt with each thrust that cock took into my ass. The juices, making the inside of my thighs wet, where my stocking tops were soaked, along with the front of my yellow dress.
Both of them had made me squirt — first Steve and now his father too. But my squirting was not over. TC slapped my ass cheek, making me cry with Steve’s cock still in my mouth. Over and over he slapped it as he told me, he was going to cum in my ass. “Squeeze my cock, bitch, with your asshole. “Squeeze me,” he commanded. I squeezed my ass around him, as he shoved it into me even harder. Feeling his balls hitting my cunt each time his cock went back down into my ass, with him slapping my cheek. “Oh, fuck”, coming from my mouth as I could not suck Steve’s cock now from the feeling in my ass. My ass hurt outwardly, but inwardly, oh fuck it felt so good there was no stopping the pain he delivered, nor did I want it stopped, and neither did the tensed muscles of my ass. “You white ass bitch, I'm going to pump your ass full of cum, til it runs out that cock sucking mouth of yours," he said just before he shot it hard inside of me. Feeling the heat of his cum in my ass just as his son had. FUCK!! came from my mouth very loud, an enormous orgasm within me, causing so much squirting from me, a third time. So quickly as the second was unexpectantly, this time now pissing out of me.
The pain, the rough treatment, their nasty talk, the heat of his cum blasting in my ass, made my cunt squirt and squirt, while I trembled and could no longer stay on my knees. TC’s cock slipped from my ass, as I slumped down on my side, eyes closed, motionless, while knowing Steve was jerking his cock since he had not cummed in my mouth. In a moment, his hot cum hit me in the face and hair as he let out a sound of pleasure. Then I didn’t remember after that in the van, because I was out.
That brief time out of it, they must have gone back inside, to piss, and clean themselves up. Hearing the van door slide back. I still lay where they used me, my dress up not covering me, cum on my face and coming out from my ass.
Steve was now telling me they needed to leave. As I got myself a little together when I woke. He helped me out, and his attitude was different, softer, and gentler when speaking to me. I appreciated his care of me because I needed a little help. It’s as if I were slightly drunk, dazed. My tits were still out of my dress, as I stood there with Steve. Lights would flash on us both as cars turned into the service station lot.
TC then said, “Hey, we’ve got to go, still have one more job to do”, telling that to his son. Not wanting the great time to end, and touching Steve crotch, telling him I wanted his cock. “You, didn’t get enough”? He replied, to me. TC when said, “Steve, we’ve got to go. Then Steve said to me, “You okay”, with me saying back, “Yeah, I think so” in a low, subdued voice.
Then I heard, “damn we are going to be out late if we don’t get doing. Steve got in the van, telling me, goodbye, as they backed out and took off. Me standing there, my hair messed up. Getting myself somewhat together. After a few minutes. Dazed, walking back inside through the side entrance, passing no one. Everyone else was at the register inside, it seemed.
Needing to pee and clean up, still dazed as I walked into the restroom and found a stall. Inside that stall, I reached under my dress for my panties. There were none, and I didn’t even know it. Those white, expensive panties were left in their van. Sitting there for several minutes,and trying to get my head around everything that had happened. Finally, cleaning myself up as best as I could, using the toilet paper. But feeling my ass hurt when I touched it, since it had taken two hard ass fuckings from TC, and his son Steven something I wish I could be doing again that very second.
My stockings were wet, and the new yellow dress I put on this morning was now filthy dirty. When I made it out of the stall, not totally with it yet, and over to the sink to wash up. Seeing myself in the mirror, and from my mouth came “Oh my goodness”. My tits were still hanging out of my dress. My hair was a fucked up mess. Steve’s cum still on my face and hair, still somewhat dazed from it all , their rough treatment of me.
Dispensing some soap into my hands to finish cleaning up, and get out of there. I really needed to get home for a bath because I was nasty. But as the water ran rinsing off the soap, and to my discovery from the mirror. Seeing a man looking at me as he stood at a urinal. This man turned from it, looking at me, holding his cock in his hand, as if “here it is, you want some”, and smiled at me. Of course you know me, giving him a big smile back, thinking of it, in my mind, yes I do. But this wasn’t Déjà vu at all.
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