Amherst - Part 2 - Sex Stories

Amherst - Part 2

I lost track of time, but we were already sweaty. After kissing for a good while, he pulled my head down, bringing my face to his massive chest. He wouldn’t give up his shirt or his black leather vest. However, his nipples extruded through the sweated, worn-out fabric of his shirt. It seemed that I was being directed at them. They looked chunky and I really wanted to service them. I licked and bit and teased them. He was enjoying it, but he continued directing my body to go down, so I conceded. Suddenly, I heard him say: “You thought I would help you with your sissy bags for free, bitch? Well, my assistance has a price, cunt boy” When I looked up to his face in confusion, I stared at his menacing eyes as he continued saying with a low, growly voice: “Time to pay, bitch” Although it sounded a bit creepy and awkward, I took it as some sort of kinky play. I figured that some people like to talk dirty and all. I’m not much into dirty talk while fooling around or fucking, but it had been quite fun so far so I decided to play along. He did help me carrying the bags after all. Once I knelt and had his crotch at my face level, I was pretty in undoing his pants. I dragged his jeans and his boxers down to his boot exposing his hard cock. His penis was average in size and width, and distinctively curved upward. The strong and musky smell of his genitals kicked me hard initially, but I suppressed my urge to step away. His crotch was massively hairy; grooming was definitely not this ...

... biker's thing. But I was definitely up for it so I opened my mouth so I closed my eyes and proceeded to suck his dick. As soon as my moisten lips made contact with his erection, the biker looked up to the ceiling and moaned loudly. I brought a hand up to cup his small, hard balls and kept the other on his hairy, flat butt to caress him and maintain my balance. He being hairy was not a problem; I actually loved his furry and stocky bear cub build. As expected, he grabbed my head with both of his hands and pressed it against his crotch. By the aggressive way he clasped my hair and pulled my head to him, it was obvious that he had no interest in whether I could breathe or not. He just cared about ramming his dick into my mouth and getting it as deep into my throats as he could. I took all his manhood and slid it in out completely with fast piston movements. I also deep-throated him until I gagged. Then, I would retrieve my hands his ass and bring them to the front and masturbate him while licking his balls, or licking and kissing his belly while looking up at him. He particularly like me when I jerked him off while suckling and licking his head. I kept alternating and mixing and he loved it. He would moan longingly and look down on me with eyes full of perversion. I winked and smiled at him in return, which prompted him to caress and rub my hair. “Lube it good. It’s in your best interest, cunt” he said top me at some point. Well, I knew what was coming my way so I slobbered and ...