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Paying the Rent | PrivateDick | 5

 

Taking a moment to decide which one to fuck first, you look over the three Mexican construction workers anxiously awaiting your decision. You choose the oldest---Memo---believing you should start off easy. But to your surprise, Memo displayed a persona of assertiveness when he immediately stepped up to you and began feeling you up as if you belonged to him. The other two men saluted him with their beer cans raised in the air. As Andy and Daniel laughed and cheered him on, Memo proceeded to push his crotch against your Levi clad ass, guiding you into the awaiting bedroom. Memo shut the bedroom door behind him and ran a tongue across the back of your neck. His beard and mustache tickling you in the process. Memo’s rough hand reached inside the front of your loose fitting jeans and gripped your balls and hardening dick all at once. As soon as he noticed you were going ‘commando,’ his excitement increased and he let out a deep groan. The fully aroused man ground his pelvis into your behind, and you could feel his solid member promising you a good time to come. You hadn’t even fucked yet, but Memo was turning out to be one hell of a one night stand.

You help him out a bit by unzipping yourself and letting your jeans drop down to your ankles. Taking a break from administering a tongue bath on your flesh, Memo began to check out your young college ass. You were proud of those ass cheeks he was now exploring with his large strong hands. You worked hard everyday to keep them tight and well defined like the rest of your body. Memo showed his admiration by rubbing and kneading them, occasionally giving them a gentle squeeze here and there. His mouth quickly followed. As Memo knelt behind you, his mouth planted kisses and gentle bites on your firm rump. His mustache and beard raked along the skin sending an electric rush of stimuli up your spine. The man’s facial hair also enhanced the sensitivity of your asscheeks, causing a building urge to have them touched and groped ever more firmly. The urge grew the hungrier Memo’s mouth became. His warm wet tongue snaked across each cheek, tasting your college-boy flesh. When his tongue burrowed itself in the spot where your cheeks parted, you found yourself pressing your lower back against his face. He was sending you to new heights of sexual gratification.

Unable to contain yourself, you reach for your aching rod and squeeze it almost painfully. But Memo pushes your hands away ordering you not to touch yourself. Memo then stands up, grasps your arm roughly, and pushes you on top of the bed so that you find yourself lying on your stomach, ass fully exposed, and your knees resting on the floor. Memo palmed your porcelain white ass once more… exploring… then parting them rather expertly. You feel his hot breath on your boyhole before his mouth begins to ravage it. Lips and tongue masterfully devour your stimulated crater as you clutch at the bed sheets and plow your unbearable erection into the mattress. The moment you feel his thick wet tongue pry apart the rim of your anxious pucker, you buck. Never have you felt such complete abandonment or such a powerful yearning to be fucked. It was as if you had been waiting for this night your whole life. You find yourself unable to suppress a moan as Memo’s tongue sinks inside you. Your moans turn to yelps as the man’s tongue fluctuates between deep probing and fast fluttering flicks. And the louder you get, the quicker his manipulations on the crack of your ass increase.

“Fuck me!” You beg of him.

“No,” Memo tells you as he abandons your zealous fruit bowl. “Fa-ck… ME.”

You are momentarily surprised that this macho Mexican wants to be fucked by you, but at the same time, your dick has been painfully neglected and wants immediate gratification. Wanting to comply, you kick off your pants and stand in front of the handsome older man. You pause briefly, looking up into his dark emotionless eyes. But passion surprises you both, erupting almost violently as his hands clasp your face and forces your mouth over his waiting maw. Your face sinks into the hair on his face and your lips press hard against his. He lets you insert your tongue into his mouth as you furiously grasp at the buttons on his flannel work shirt. He tasted like beer and cigarettes, and somehow, this turned you on even more. Your dick poked at his crotch still covered by the rough dusty jeans he wore and your eager fingers managed to undo the last button on his shirt.

Parting the man’s shirt, your hands vigorously explore his chest. You are surprised by how broad and well developed it is… like two slabs of man muscle. Thick curls of hair cover his upper torso, parting only to expose the erection of his brown nipps. Your fingers grip and knead each one.

Finally, you break from your kiss and proceed to please him with your own mouth. His heart thumps heavily against your pressed cheek as your roaming tongue tangles itself in the hair on his chest. You can taste his sweat and try to lick it off, matting the chesthair to his skin in the process.

Removing his shirt, Memo’s gazing eyes lock themselves on you underneath the thickness of his brows. Your mouth finds one of his nipples and your tongue immediately teases it---flicking and swirling. Your lips lock on the golden brown nipple; your teeth nip at it carefully; and your cheeks apply a vacuum-like suction.

Memo presses your head harder against his tit. With his free hand, he guides yours to his prick. The material of his tight blue jeans were rough, and his imprisoned cock was harder than a rock. You give it a squeeze and feel it respond, throbbing powerfully. Your fingers trace its length and impressive thickness.

As you generously turn your mouth’s attention to his other nipple, you feel Memo take your dick into his workman’s hand and considerately stroke your engorged member. You give his ballsac a nice friendly squeeze as your mouth begins to descend down the man‘s torso, tracing , his body hair down to his naval. On your knees, your fingers fumble to undo his belt buckle and unzip his fly. You press hungry kisses on his beer belly and look down to find his body hair growing thicker just above the waistband. The anticipation of what marvels this man secretly possesses underneath his jeans and shorts, get the best of you. Your kisses become even more intense as your lips reach his waistband.

Unfortunately, Memo doesn’t give you that privilege just yet.

You find yourself swallowed up by the mature man’s strong arms as he pulls both of you onto the bed. Straddling himself on top of you, his powerful thighs pry your legs apart. Staring at Memo’s unbuttoned and unzipped pants, your eyes devour the sight of his thick black hair poking out of the waistband of his boxer shorts. You yearn for him to whip out that thick cock of his and plug your sweet ass with it. Memo lowers his covered crotch over your exposed rectum and simulates hammering his spiked nail into you… thrusting aggressively… tearing at the T-shirt covering your athletic upper body. As his fuck frenzied hips grind against your asshole, his mouth returns the favor you administered earlier by giving your perked up nipples a real workout.

You don’t know how long the foreplay lasted, and you don’t care. You just want to fuck… BADLY… if you ever got the chance!

The trimmed beard and mustache accenting the man’s ruggedly handsome face made its way across your flat belly. All the while, Memo’s strong hands grasped and squeezed the length of your enflamed cock. Precum oozed out of the swollen head of your dick. Bliss came over you when the warm wet orifice of his mouth covered your pecker, swallowing it until you felt it hit the back of his throat. He slurped it, milking every last drop of your precum; running his tongue across its throbbing underside and polishing your knob. His greedy mouth pumped your dick for more juice as you thrashed underneath his face. Your hips shooting upward to greet him; your hands clasped around the grayed sides of his otherwise dark head of hair. You could see your cock push against his sunken cheeks as he gave your boner a good sucking. Underneath his chin, your balls churned, producing more juice to quench the man’s thirst for your precum. But with a plop, your dick fell out of his mouth leaving you frustrated. You knew that Memo was enjoying the torture he was putting you through.

Memo left you sprawled on the bed with your cock pointing at nothing in particular. You were exasperated to see him sit up on the bed with his back towards you. Was this what it was going to be like all night? One guy cock-teasing you after another? But when the older man began to shed off his jeans and pull down his boxer shorts, you jolt up eagerly hoping this was the moment! Memo leaned over to look at you, then nudged you over to join him at the edge of the bed. You scoot over to him and straddle yourself against his back so that he was sitting in between your legs. Your arms encircle his manpecs and pull him against your own chest; your dick slapping against the parting of his upper buttocks. Your hips motion against him. Humping. Memo seemed to enjoy this as he leaned his back even more so against your chest. His hands take hold of his meaty cock and pump it to its full potential. Memo’s eyes closed in ecstasy. One of your hands covers his, assisting him in jacking his manmeat. Taking completely over, you lift up his thigh and lean him over onto his side, your dick never loosing contact between the fine line that parted his asscheeks. As your pecker rubs against his now exposed manhole, your palms fondle the two boulders that make up his nut sac.

“Fa-ck… ME!” Memo insists from you.

You’re through with the horseplay. You want to fuck. Your dick is still a bit moist from having been sucked on by this manly-man, but you apply even more spit onto the head of your penis. Memo was the one who now bucked when your cock parted the opening of his rump. You hold it there for a moment, letting him get used to it, then you bury the entire head of your shaft inside him. His flesh closes over it tightly sucking you in a bit further. Taking hold of your dick with your fist, you maneuver your fuck-tool around inside of him, driving your once-taunting tormentor to a fuck frenzy. You didn’t have to inch your dick in any deeper, Memo had impaled himself by slamming his ass against your hips. The full length of your cock slid in and was now completely buried deep inside him.

It was all animalistic lust now. You pound into him, humping wildly; his hands reaching behind him to grab your waist and pull you in deep with every frantic thrust. Sweat dripped from your forehead onto his back as you stuffed his Mexican ass with your angry cock. Grabbing his shoulders to pull him harder onto your mean cock, you issue one violent and convulsive thrust. Your balls release its pent up juice causing your dick to explode load after load into the hot fucker’s mancunt. Sloppy noises are heard as your cum seeps out from his cock wedged manhole. You continue to thrust yourself rapidly into Memo’s ass until you shoot the last of your wad. Although you hadn’t realized it, both of you had been screaming passionately.

Finally, you collapse on his sweat soaked back, completely exhausted from the experience. You lay there on top of him for a moment, breathing hard, and allowing your dick to slowly go limp before pulling out.

You realize that Memo hadn’t cum yet, but he didn’t look concerned. Memo got up off the bed and walked over to the door to open it. Andy and Daniel peaked in grinning and still drinking their beers. They looked at Memo’s still raging hard-on and at your physically drained form lying on the bed. A all three burst out laughing and giving Memo high-fives.

Oh shit, you think to yourself. You still had two more guys to fuck and they were riled!

 

Who do you fuck next? Daniel or Andy?

 
 
 

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