5 comments/ 20351 views/ 41 favorites Blowjobs for Beers Ch. 02 By: Fit_for_a_Fuck Note: This story is a spiritual sequel to "Blowjobs for Beers," the first in a multi-story series. I suggest reading that before reading this. Readers of both will quickly recognize the change in perspective from third-person in the first story to first-person in the second. I felt like the sequel lent itself better to first-person so I decided to make the switch. I may revise the first story to first-person in the future. ***** Flustered by what had just happened I quickly grabbed my clothes and stumbled to the bathroom. As quickly as I could, my hands shaking, I took a washcloth and tried my best to wipe the warm sticky cum from my face. I squirted a sizeable amount of soap in my quivering hand and mixed it with warm water, splashing it over my reddened face. I wanted to make damn sure all the "evidence" was off of me. As I washed the cum from my face, I couldn't help but reflect on what had just taken place. Why had I practically begged for Mr. Lombardo to cum on my face? God! I couldn't believe it! One hour ago I was a normal high school guy with a blonde big-boobed girlfriend, but now it was like I had been transformed into some kind of slut...for a man! Jesus Christ! I had just willfully given a hot steamy blowjob to a gross fat hairy man who was old enough to be my dad! And now I was wearing his nasty semen all over my face! After I finished washing my face I reached for my clothes only to realize that they had dabs of Mr. Lombardo's gooey cum all over them. Having no other option I grabbed a towel on the sink counter and wrapped it around my midsection before returning to the living room. I could hear Liz and Mr. Lombardo talking outside on the balcony but the voices were too low to make anything out. After a few minutes, Liz reentered the room. "Liz," I exclaimed happy that this horrible ordeal was about to be over. "Is he gonna get the beer now?" "Jamie, listen," Liz said gazing downward almost shamefully. "Liz?" I said a little concerned. "What is it?" "Mr. Lombardo made me a counter offer," she explained. "He knows a guy down the street who owes him a favor and who's willing to part with two cases of Everclear if...," she paused, "if you'll spend the night with him." "What!? Hell no!" I yelled. "Absolutely not! No fucking way!" "Oh, come on, Jamie," Liz replied in frustration. "I'll still let you fuck my ass. Stop being so goddamn selfish." "Me being selfish!?" "Why can't you just do this one itty bitty little thing for me?" she asked. "I mean, you already gave him a blowjob. How much worse could it get?" "Liz, you're practically asking me to let this guy rape me!" "To be perfectly honest, Jamie, when I was watching you through the window doing...ya know...," she paused. "It kinda seemed like...well...you liked it." "Liz, I...I can expl..." "I mean, why would you take your clothes off?" Liz asked. "If you didn't like it?" "Liz, please just let me explain." "You don't need to, Jamie! I saw everything! I saw the way you licked his cock and took his balls in your mouth - how you were trying so hard to please him. God, I even saw your boner!" I stood in stunned silence, completely shocked by what she was saying. "You got hard, Jamie! You liked it! You liked sucking Mr. Lombardo's cock! God, for a minute there it even seemed like...like you were going to let him fuck you!" "Liz, I would never..." "I don't know what to say...I'm kind freaked out, Jamie." "But...I was...for yo..." "It's okay to admit if you liked it a little, Jamie. I mean, Mr. Lombardo does have a pretty big cock. Any straight guy could appreciate the size of that monster. Maybe you really are into this sorta thing and didn't know it." "Liz!" I pleaded. "I'm not ga..." "You should prolly take advantage of this situation. Ya know? Use tonight to...I don't know...explore your sexuality...see what happens. Maybe you'll even end up liking it...being with man, I mean. Don't worry. I promise not to tell anyone about this." "B...b...but," I stuttered. "But I'm telling you!" Liz yelled coldly. "I won't be with a guy who likes deepthroating big dicks! It's disgusting, Jamie! You were disgusting! I mean, the way you took his cock down your throat...and let him manhandle you. Jesus, Jamie, you even let him shoot his load all over your face! I would never let a man use me like that! I could barely keep from puking the whole time I was watching you!" Tears began welling up in my eyes as Liz's icy words cut deep into my heart. "I'll pick you up in the morning and we'll talk about it then," she said. "In the meantime, spend some time with Mr. Lombardo. It'll help you, I don't know, figure out your sexuality or whatever." "Liz, please!" "I called Brad and Sarah," Liz said. "They'll be here any minute to pick me up." "Liz!" I begged in tears. "Please don't leave me here!" "I'm sorry, Jamie, but I have a reputation to keep up," she stated flatly. "And besides, Mr. Lombardo seems like a perfectly nice guy. I'm sure he'll help you work out your issues." I continued staring at her in disbelief. "I have to go now, Jamie," Liz said walking over to the door and opening it. "I called my pal, he'll hook you up," I heard Mr. Lombardo say from the balcony. "Thank you, Mr. Lombardo," Liz replied. "I can't wait. I'll be the most popular girl in school!" "I'll be sure to show your boyfriend here a real nice time," Mr. Lombardo chimed in. "See Jamie," Liz said before turning back to her boyfriend. "It won't be that bad." Liz made her exit and Mr. Lombardo entered the room closing the door behind him. It made such a resounding thud that I felt it deep within the pit of his stomach. My face was flushed with fear and embarrassment. I thought I was going to be sick, like I might throw up. "Looks like it's just me and you for the rest of the night," the man said turning his attention toward me. I gulped. "Now that that bitch is gone we can have some real fun." "You won't get away with this," I threatened. "I'll...I'll report you to the police." "Go for it, kid," he retorted with a chuckle. "You're forgetting that it was you and that dumbass skank of yours who solicited me to buy you alcohol. You're liable to get into all heaps of trouble for that." I hadn't thought of that. "Besides," he said grabbing his sport coat, "what would it do to your reputation if your friends and family found out you deepthroated a dirty old pervert's fat cock for two lousy cases of beer." The more I thought about it the more I knew that Mr. Lombardo was right. I really had no choice in the matter. My reputation...God! My very life was at stake here! I would have to play along or face ruining my reputation forever. "Shit," was all I could think to say under my breath. "Yep, you're options are pretty limited at this point," Mr. Lombardo said with a chuckle. "Wha...what's next?" I asked in a frightened tone. "Are...are you going to...rape me?" "Don't worry, kid," he said trying to smooth over the awkwardness of the situation. "I promised your girlfriend I wouldn't pressure you into doing anything you don't want to." "Okay," I muttered. "Look, I can tell you're a little nervous," he replied. "How about we blow this joint." "My clothes...they're ruined," I said remembering my predicament. "I don't have anything to wear." "Don't worry, princess," he assured me. "We'll find you something when we get to my place. Just keep that towel wrapped around you for now." "Your place?" I asked. "Yeah, it's better than hanging around this dump any longer," he answered. "Wha...what about your wife...and daughter?" "They're out of town for the weekend, so we'll have the whole house to ourselves, discreet, plenty of privacy," he explained putting his gray sport coat back on. "What do you say, kid?" I felt incredibly uneasy about going to this stranger's house alone. The motel room was a dump, but at least it was a neutral space. If I agreed to go to his house, I thought, then I'd be way out of my comfort zone - I'd practically be on foreign turf. At the same time, the old man seemed a lot nicer than he had been during the blowjob. Maybe nothing weird would happen. Besides, Mr. Lombardo had promised not to force me to do anything I didn't want to do. "I guess I'll go...with you," I hesitantly agreed. "Let's get going then," he said opening the door. Five minutes later I sat in the passenger side of Mr. Lombardo's 1985 Cadillac Eldorado, the bath towel still wrapped around my midsection. The frightening thought of being an unwilling captive for an entire night along with the lingering cigarette smell in the interior of the car almost made me want to throw up. I thought about jumping out, but decided against it. All the while, the kinky grooves of the seventies' funk music blaring on the radio combined with my own lingering sexual anxiety made for a strange juxtaposition. "I'm not gonna lie, kid, that was one of the best blowjobs I've ever had," Mr. Lombardo said taking a deep drag on his cigarette. He reached over with his free hand and patted my exposed left thigh. I was unsure how to feel about such a comment. I felt repulsed, but also strangely flattered at the same time. In a strange way, I almost felt complemented to know that Mr. Lombardo had enjoyed the blowjob I had given him. "You're welcome...I guess," I awkwardly uttered. I didn't know what else to say. "Don't beat yourself up over it," he said encouragingly. "Like I said, I've turned out more than a few straight boys in my lifetime." "Turned out?" I asked unfamiliar with the phrase. "Yeah, you know, turned out," he said with chuckle. "Turned them into sex-crazed sluts for cock." "I'm not a slut!" I shouted. "Coulda fooled me, kid," he retorted tossing his cigarette butt out the window. "You were practically begging for my cum back there. For a second there I really thought you and I were gonna do the nasty...you know...go all the way." "Wha...what!?" I stuttered. "I would never! Not with you!" "Oh, but if it was with some well-oiled bodybuilding stud, then you would?" "I...I'm not...gay!" I yelled in protest. "You don't think I didn't see that boner you were sporting? And did I catch you pleasuring yourself there at the end?" "No! It was just...uh...the sensation," I blurted out. "You mean the sensation of having a man's cock between your lips?" Flustered by the conversation, I refused to respond, remaining in stunned silence as the car lurched forward. I couldn't believe Mr. Lombardo had seen my boner! I had tried so hard to hide it but failed. Frankly, I didn't know why I had gotten so hard back in the motel room. Was it just the primeval sensation of skin against skin? Was it the depraved eroticism of kneeling before a man old enough to be my dad? Or was I really into this "sorta thing" as Liz had said? "You know, kid," Mr. Lombardo said. "You could really take advantage of your new-found abilities." "What do you mean?" I asked a little curious. "Well, lots of old guys would pay top dollar for a hot piece of ass like you." "So, you're saying I should become a whore?" "Hey, it's not all bad. If you get in with a rich crowd there are a lot of benefits." "Benefits?" "Sure, they'll buy you shit, cars, penthouses, you name it, all you gotta do is put out and they'll treat you like a princess." I didn't know what to make of his suggestion. The notion of performing sexual favors for perverted old rich guys seemed completely out of the question. I wasn't gay for god's sake! However, I didn't come from a particularly wealthy family and the idea of getting paid a lot of money for "helping out" some rich guys carried a slight appeal, but I quickly blocked the idea from my mind as we continued our ride. Mr. Lombardo guided the car into a secluded suburban neighborhood. After a few minutes of driving down the quiet street he pulled into the driveway of a brick ranch house with white shutters. There was a large oak tree featured prominently on the well-manicured front lawn. I noticed that the mailbox read: "Lombardo, 217 Milton St." "Home, sweet home," Mr. Lombardo said turning the car off. I climbed out of the passenger side door, tightly holding the towel around my waist, and walked to the front door. Mr. Lombardo took out his keys and threw open the front door. He led me through the doorway into a narrow hallway. "Follow me," he said putting his hand on my naked back and leading me down the hallway until we came to a door. "Go on down," he said holding the door open for me. "Where are you going?" I asked nervously. "To slip into something a bit more comfortable," he replied. "What about me? You said you'd let me borrow some clothes." "Don't worry, princess, I'll get you something," he assured me. "You just head on down and make yourself at home." Mr. Lombardo disappeared down the hallway and I descended a wooden staircase into the basement. When I got to the bottom I noticed a spacious fully-decked out man cave that looked like something straight out of the 1970s. Wood-paneled walls, shag carpet, and even a disco ball hanging from the ceiling. There was a pool table that occupied much of the center of the room. A bar sat in the corner with ample amounts of liquor and wine bottles displayed. On the one side there was a long red velvet couch with a wide purple ottoman sitting in front of it, and on the other side a large flatscreen TV was mounted to the wall. Unsure of what to do, I sat down on the couch and waited. After about two minutes I heard footsteps coming down the stairs. When he reached the landing I noticed that Mr. Lombardo had changed into a shiny silk black robe. "Uh...what are you wearing?" I asked a little uncomfortable. "Can't a man get comfortable in his own house?" he said walking over to the bar. "Do you have clothes for me?" I asked in a bratty tone. "Sure do," he said reaching into the pocket of his robe. "Here you go." He tossed a lump of pink fabric onto the ottoman in front of the couch. From what I could make out it was a glossy pink babydoll nightie. "What is that?" I asked. "It's my wife's," Mr. Lombardo explained. "I want to see how your body fills it." "You can't expect me to wear that," I stated. "How about we flip for it?" he offered pulling a shiny silver coin from his pocket. "Tails, I'll drive you home right now, no questions asked, and I promise you'll never see me again." "What if it's heads?" "Heads, you put on that nightie and have a drink with me, deal?" I hesitated for a few seconds. In truth, I felt a little weirded out at the prospect of wearing women's clothes. I had thought about what it would feel like many times, but never went through with it. In the end, though, I decided that the chance of getting to leave was worth the risk. Besides, it was better than wearing nothing at all, right? Reluctantly, I agreed to the terms. Mr. Lombardo took the coin and flipped it into the air. It landed on the palm of his hand and he placed it on top of his other hand to reveal a heads. "Shit," I whispered in frustration. "I believe you owe me something, princess," Mr. Lombardo said. I reached down and grabbed the pile of fabric from the ottoman. I took the nightie by the straps and pulled it up. Out from under the hem fell a skimpy fuchsia-colored thong. "You want me to where this too?" I asked holding the small piece of fabric in front of me. "Of course," Mr. Lombardo responded. "I think that bubble butt of yours will fill it out nicely." "I don't know Mr. Lombardo," I hesitated. "I'm not sure how I feel about wearing it." "Come on, Jamie," he prodded. "It's perfectly harmless. More of an experimental thing. Besides, I know a lot of guys who'd cum buckets just by looking at that beautiful ass of yours." "You really think so?" I asked a little flattered by the compliment. "Absolutely," he answered. "I mean, if ya got it, why not show it, right?" "Fine...I'll do it," I sighed. "Good, I'll go pour us some drinks," he said walking over to the bar in the far corner of the room. I stood up and unwrapped the towel from my waist letting it fall to the floor. With both hands I stretched the thong out and lowered it to my knees. With each leg I stepped into it and inched it up until I felt the g-string nestle snuggly between my ass cheeks. I was surprised by how tightly it hugged my dick and balls. Next, I took the silk nightie and slipped it over my head. I pulled it down over my smooth chest and belly until the straps grew tight against my collar bones and allowed the bottom hem to fall listlessly to the middle of my creamy white thighs. The glossy fabric felt like velvet against my smooth skin and the thong, tightly wedged between my butt cheeks, gave me a slight but undeniable feeling of pleasure. "You look incredible, princess," Mr. Lombardo commented walking over toward the couch with a tumbler of whiskey in each hand. He motioned for me to sit down and obliged. The velvet couch felt nice against my legs and ass. "What now?" I asked with a hint of nervous panic in my voice. Strangely, I felt more naked wearing the thong and pink nightie than I had being completely nude. "Here, take a sip of this," Mr. Lombardo said handing me a tumbler of Scotch before plopping down next to me on the couch. I nervously took a sip. The whiskey tasted both bitter and sweet at the same time on my tongue. I swallowed. My face winced as the alcohol burned my throat. As the brown nectar made its way down to my stomach, I felt a soothing sensation of warmth throughout my body. "Good, isn't it?" Mr. Lombardo asked stretching his arm out and nonchalantly putting it around my shoulder. "Yeah...I guess," I answered meekly feeling uncomfortable by how handsy he was getting with me. "Ever drink before?" he asked cupping my dainty shoulder with his large hand. "No...never," I responded taking another sip of Scotch. "There's a first time for everything, right?" he asked pulling me closer to him so that my right hip rubbed up against the side of his belly. "Mr. Lombardo?" I asked almost whispering. "You're making me feel uncomfortable." "I'll tell you what," he said taking a swig from his glass. "Let's flip again. The offer still stands. Tails, you can leave." "And if I lose?" "If you lose, you have to give me a lap dance," he said bringing his free hand to my leg and tracing his fingers along my exposed inner thigh. "Uh...I'm not sure about this, Mr. Lombardo." "It won't be that bad," he said patting his hand against my leg. "It's just a little harmless fun between us guys. Nothing to worry about." "I don't know...it sounds kinda weird," I said. "I've never done anything like that before." "It's easy. You just have to move your butt up and down against my crotch. Don't worry. We both have clothes on, so it won't be a big deal." "Uuggghh," I groaned. "I mean, you already gave me a blowjob and let me cum on your face, how bad could sitting on my lap be?" he asked. "Okay, but if I win, you'd better take me home," I reasserted. "Sure thing, kid," he replied. He took out the coin again and flipped it into the air allowing it to land on his open palm. He flipped it over to the topside of his other hand and revealed the coin. Heads again! "Fuck'n A! Imagine that!" he shouted overjoyed. "Oh, fuck," I whispered under my breath at the realization of what I would have to do next. "Get to it, sweetheart," Mr. Lombardo prodded laying his hand flat against my lower back urging me to my feet. "I can't wait to see that limber teenage body of yours in action." "I don't know what to do, Mr. Lombardo," I said standing up. "I've never done this sorta thing before." Blowjobs for Beers Ch. 02 "Well, I'm sure you've watched pornos on the Internet where girls danced around and shook their asses, right?" he asked. "Yeah...I guess so." "Just do what you remember for those videos," he instructed. "Dance around for a bit, shake your ass for me, and then sit on my lap and rub your butt up against my crotch." "Uuggghh," I groaned at the thought of being force to perform such a degrading act for this gross perverted man. "Let me put some tunes on to help set the mood for you," Mr. Lombardo offered. He took a remote control from the end table and pointed it at the stereo in the corner. Immediately, a bassy trap club beat reverberated throughout the room. The trance-like nature of the music combined with the alcohol coursing through my blood made my head go numb. I felt anxious and relaxed at the same time. "Start shaking it, hot stuff!" I heard Mr. Lombardo yell over the music. The alcohol was doing strange things to me. Almost instinctively, I raised my hands above my head and slowly began moving my hips from side to side to the sleazy beat. I had no idea why I was fully giving in and dancing like a drunk club girl. With the dirty trap music blaring in the background and the skimpy fuchsia thong wedged tightly between my ass cheeks, it just felt so right...so natural. "Fuck'n A, bitch!" I heard Mr. Lombardo shout. "Get into it!" I couldn't help but feel a little flattered knowing that a grown man was getting off just by staring at my body. Spurred on by the "boom-clap" of the breakbeat, I turned around and placed my hands on the tops of my smooth thighs and bent over slightly, allowing my butt cheeks to peek out from under the hem of the nightie. Instinctively, I arched my back and began bobbing my ass up and down to the beat like I remembered seeing girls do in pornos. What in the hell am I doing? I wondered to himself. God! I'm acting like such a tramp! "Hot damn!" I heard Mr. Lombardo hoot behind me. "You're a natural-born slut! Bring that booty over here, so I can get a closer look." I stood up and took two steps backward until I was just a few inches away from the pervert. I bent over slightly and shook my hips back and forth, resulting in my shapely ass cheeks audaciously wiggling right in front of Mr. Lombardo's face. Smack! "Uunnnhh," I groaned at the sensation of Mr. Lombardo's hand slapping one of my ass cheeks causing it to wiggle. "Fuck, that's nice!" he howled at the sight of my jiggling ass. "You got a great pooper on you, princess." Smack! "Uunnnhh," I moaned as his hand fell again. "Why don't you take a seat, princess?" he offered. "I'm pitching a tent here the size of Mt. Everest that needs some...attention." I squatted down a little and immediately felt the hem of the nightie rise above my ass cheeks and the elastic of the g-string stretch between my butt crack. I reached my hands down and held onto the man's hairy knees for support before lowering my hips until I felt my ass graze the silky fabric of his robe. All of a sudden, I felt a pair of rough strong hands grip onto my love handles. Mr. Lombardo guided my hips downward until I felt his long hard cock fill the crevasse between my slightly spread ass cheeks. "Unggghh, that's it...get settled in, sweetheart," he grunted in approval. "Now, start moving that fucking thing." With my hands still on Mr. Lombardo's knees, I began rocking back and forth against the massive bulge hidden beneath his silk robe. Back and forth, back and forth, back and forth, I moved my ass along the entire length of the sheathed monster. The weirdest part of all was that I began to feel my own dick start to twitch at the surprisingly erotic sensation of a thick cock sandwiched between my bubble butt. Trying not to think about how wrong it felt, I continued working my plump rear over the giant rod. "Stand up for a sec, sugar bunny," I heard Mr. Lombardo order as he took hold of my hips and pushed me to a standing position. "Am I not...doing a good job?" I innocently asked, a little nervous that I had done something wrong. "No, you're doing great," he assured me. "Just keep that ass moving." I brought my hands above my head and continued swaying my hips from side to side to the rhythm of the beat. I felt myself slipping away, getting lost in the noise and the movement of my body. "Go ahead, sit back down," I heard Mr. Lombardo say behind me. I lowered my ass back down to his crotch. When I did I noticed an altogether different sensation - the sensation of Mr. Lombardo's thick warm unsheathed cock pulsating between my ass cheeks. "You took your robe off?" I asked, a slight panic in my voice. "Is that okay?" he responded. "Yeah...um...I guess its fine," I answered utterly shocked by how casual I was reacting to rubbing my against the man's naked cock. I still have the thong on so it will be okay, I told myself. As long as I don't have to feel his cock against my asshole it's not gay. I didn't take long for my rationale to be challenged because, all of a sudden, Mr. Lombardo began to thrust his hips upward, forcing his giant dong deeper between my ass cleavage. "Fuck yeah...unggghh...you feel that, bitch?" he taunted between grunts. "Unggghh! You feel that big old hotdog sandwiched between your keester?" "Yeah...uunnnhh...I feel it," I answered my voice filled with embarrassment and regret. Unsure of what I should do, I continued massaging Mr. Lombardo's bare cock with my thong-covered ass. After a while, I began gyrating my butt side to side in a circular motion, trying my best to imitate what I'd seen strippers do on the Internet. The next thing I knew, I felt a pair of strong manly hands firmly grip my love handles. "Unggghh! Unggghh! Oh, yeah! Fuck yeah!" Mr. Lombardo let out boisterous moans as he pulled my ass deeper into his crotch, grinding his monster cock against the butt cleavage. We started to move together in perfect unison. Every time he tugged on my hips I would arch my lower back and push my ass backwards until I felt my cheeks bump up against his hairy belly before repeating the process over again. As I slowly began to get into the rhythm of the lap dance, I started feeling dirty, like I was being shamelessly used. It felt so wrong to be giving a man old enough to be my dad a slutty lap dance while wearing nothing but a thong. And yet...I began to notice my own dick gradually start to stiffen even more. Shit! Not again! I thought to myself as I felt the fabric of the thong begin to expand outward. I started to panic. "Wannaah...wanna...flip again?" I asked practically begging to have another shot at freedom before things got even more out of hand. "Sure...we can flip again if you'd like," he said. "But if you lose, you gotta slip that thong off and give me a naked lap dance, understand?" "Okay...whatever," I quickly agreed standing up. I was almost sure I would win this time. What were the chances of losing a game based on dumb luck three times in a row? Mr. Lombardo flipped the coin in the air once more. It landed in his hand. He slapped it on the ottoman and revealed yet another heads. "Hell yeah!" he yelled. "Must be my lucky day." "Uuggghh," I groaned. "I think I need another drink." "Sure thing," he offered. "Take as much as you need, hot stuff." Frustrated by losing yet again I angrily stomped over to the pool table, my bubble butt poking out of the bottom of the pink nightie, jiggling wildly with each step. I was too mad to care. I quickly snatched the bottle of Scotch from the table and placed the opening to my lips. Raising the bottom of the bottle toward the ceiling, I closed my eyes and began chugging swallow after swallow of the brown stuff. "Gglllpp. Gglllpp. Gglllpp." "Goddamn!" I heard Mr. Lombardo shout. "Now you're really starting to act like a trashy whore." "Aaaahhh," was the sound I made as I released the bottle form my lips. I took the back of my hand and ran it across my face, wiping the sticky whiskey residue from the corners of my mouth. I set the bottle back down and immediately felt my head start to spin. "That's it, princess," Mr. Lombardo said. "Get a nice buzz going. It'll help take the edge off." A buzz!? With so much alcohol coursing through my body I was nearing complete intoxication. Yet, I felt strangely relaxed as my inhibitions began to slowly fade away. The constant pulse of the bassy trap beat started to put me in a trance-like state. Instinctively, I began gyrating my slender body to the music, swaying my hips seductively from side to side. I crossed my arms in front of me and brought my hands down to the hem of the nightie. In one motion I pulled the glossy piece of fabric up my torso and over my head, tossing it onto the pool table beside me. "Fuck'n A! Get into, bitch!" Mr. Lombardo encouraged as he stroked his thick cock. "Give me a show!" I was really starting to lose myself. It was as if my everyday conscious self had receded back into the dark recesses of my brain and my mind had been taken over by someone else - someone I didn't fully recognize - someone who didn't care about gay or straight - someone who was simply horny as fuck! "Like what ya see, stud?" I flirtatiously said as I raised my arms above my head and continued rocking my body from side to side. "Why don't you bring that ass back on over here?" I heard his voice ask through the music. Obediently, I strutted back over to the couch popping my hips out like a supermodel in exaggerated fashion as I walked. When I was within a few feet of Mr. Lombardo, I brought my hands to my smooth hairless chest and seductively cupped my soft tiny tits, tenderly massaging them between my fingers. Drunk and horny, my mouth in a euphoric o-shape, I was slowly losing myself in the moment. God! This is so wrong! I thought. I need to get a hold of myself. Oh, fuck! But it feels so good! "Mmmmhhh," I moaned as I pleasured myself in front of him. I slowly began to glide my hands down from my chest to my belly as I rotated my body until my back was facing Mr. Lombardo. Looping my thumbs in the waist of the thong, I began teasingly slipping it halfway down my ass as I rolled my hips in a circular motion. "You really are a little cock tease, aren't you?" Mr. Lombardo said grabbing the ottoman and pulling it toward the couch. After it was in position, he flung his feet up onto it and stretched out his hairy legs. "You want me to take this off, don't you? So you can feel my smooth teenage ass against your big fat cock?" I asked seductively teasing the waist of the thong. It felt weird playing the role of slut, but it was almost as if the ability to tease was the only control I had at this point. Slowly, I began to understand the power dynamics of the situation. "Yeah, bitch, take it off," Mr. Lombardo urged me. "Show me what kind of slut you really are." I didn't appreciate the degrading comment but I obliged him anyway. Slowly, I slid the pink thong down over my shapely ass cheeks until the elastic of the g-string stretch to its limit popped out from between my butt cleavage leaving the gap feeling empty. I let the thong fall to my feet before giving my ass a playful slap causing it to jiggle. "Fuck yeah, boy!" Mr. Lombardo said slapping his dong against the edge of the couch in approval. "Come have a seat on daddy's lap." I swung one leg over his lap and rested my knee on the ottoman. I straddled his hairy thighs until I was in a reverse cowgirl position. With my ass dangling above his stiff thick cock, I brought my right hand to my face and spit a large gob of saliva into my palm. I reached behind me and rubbed it between my butt cheeks until the crack of my ass was nice and slick with my own saliva. "Goddamn, baby, that's so nasty," I heard Mr. Lombardo hoot approvingly. I stretched my hands out in front of me and arched my lower back so that my ass protruded out. From this vantage point Mr. Lombardo had a perfect view of the plump tender spheres of my backside. "Oh fuck, that's a nice image," he said pressing his cock between my butt cleavage. "It looks like a fat overstuffed sausage jammed between two honey-glazed buns." "Ooooooo...yeah," I moaned at the sensation of my ass gap being filled again by the ample flesh stick. "I bet it looks so fucking hot." "Get to it, bitch," Mr. Lombardo ordered shamelessly slapping his bulbous cockhead against my soft cheeks. "Polish my cock with that nasty ass of yours." Without thinking, I began involuntarily moving my ass up and down, allowing my slick butt cleavage to glide smoothly up and down the long shaft. Schlick. Schlick. Schlick. Was the sound that filled the room as my ass slid up and down his cock, my saliva mixing with his precum, creating a testosterone-laced lube between my butt cheeks. It felt like I was using my ass to buff a thick fleshy pole. "Ooaaahh...shit...mmmmhhh," I moaned as I savored the impressive girth of the man's thick cock against my asshole. I couldn't deny how good it felt to have such a freakishly large dong stuffed between the velvety insides of my butt cheeks. It exuded such manliness and power, practically pulsating dominance against my wet puckered anal bud. "Such a filthy tramp...unggghh...using your ass like that," I heard Mr. Lombardo grunt. "Unggghh! Rubbing up against a grown man's cock." Stimulated by his repugnant yet erotic heckling, I continued sliding my ass cleavage up and down the entire length of Mr. Lombardo's meat tower. I instinctively reached my hands back and spread my butt cheeks apart, allowing his cock better access to my exposed asshole. As I continued moving my rear end up and down, I felt the globes of my ass begin to brazenly slap against the man's fat hairy belly. The weirdest part of all was that the sensation made my dick harden even more. "Hey!" I yelled in protest as I felt a pair of large manly hands clutch my ass and push me forward. "What are you doing?" "Don't worry, sugar pop," Mr. Lombardo assured me. "I just wanna change positions." With one quick motion he pushed against the my backside forcing me to dip my upper body downward until my elbows rested on the top of the ottoman, my ass pointing toward the ceiling in doggystyle fashion. Being forced into such a submissive pose made me feel dirty. I knew it was wrong, so wrong, to be on my hands and knees with my ass displayed shamelessly before a strange man. At the same time, it felt kinda kinky, like it was something I felt compelled to do. I soon felt the thick cock return to the soft fleshy canyon formed by my upturned butt cheeks. Mr. Lombardo greedily cupped the porcelain globes of my ass with both hands and gave them a rough manly squeeze. He gingerly ran his rough hands back and forth over the silky smooth skin of my butt before I felt him give my rear a firm Smack! "Uunnnhh!" I yipped in surprise. "You like that, don't you?" he tauntingly asked. Smack! "Uunnnhh," I moaned again. "Yes...god...yes." Smack! "Oooohhh...shit." Smack! "Uunnnhh...god...damn," I squealed with delight. I felt Mr. Lombardo's wide cock leave my ass crack and noticed a cool breeze blow across my precum and saliva-slick asshole. It sent shivers up my spine. Within seconds, however, I felt something soft and squishy fill the gap between my ass cleavage. Oh my god! I though. Is Mr. Lombardo rubbing his balls against my asshole!? "Fuck'n A!" I heard him yell as he rubbed his sweat-soaked ball bag back and forth across my butthole. "I'm totally teabagging your ass crack, bitch!" "Oh god!" I groaned in both pleasure and disgust. "Uunnnhh...this is so wrong." "You're such a filthy whore," I heard him say as he returned his cock to my butt crevice. "I've never gotten anybody, boy or girl, to do some of the things you're doing right now." He laid his large hands against the plump globes of my ass cheeks, squeezing them together, mashing them against the sides of his wide dong. Increasing the friction, he pressed down on the top of his cock with his thumbs and began thrusting his hips forward. The surprisingly wonderful sensation of Mr. Lombardo's thickness moving gingerly back and forth against my asshole kicked my libido into overdrive. Schlick. Schlick. Schlick. "Oooohhh! Oooohhh! Oooohhh! Fuck!" I screamed. Dirty thoughts began filling my sex-frenzied brain. I started to imagine what it would feel like to have his cock buried deep inside my asshole. I wondered if it would hurt or feel good to take it up the butt. Curiosity was slowly but surely getting the better of me. I was extremely tempted to ask him to fuck me right then and there just to see how it would feel. "You're imagining it...uunnggh...what it'd feel like, aren't you?" Mr. Lombardo asked sensing my thoughts. "You're thinking...uunnggh...about how good it'd feel to have this long hard rod sliding in and out of your poop chute." "No...uunnnhh...I...uunnnhh," I protested between thrusts. "Nonsense. You like it," he mocked. "I wager if I stuffed this fat cock in your shithole right now you wouldn't fight it. You'd take it like a good little slut." "No...uunnnhh...I'm not...uunnnhh...gay...uunnnhh...I would never...uunnnhh," I muttered through my moans. I realized how absurd it was, given the submissive position I was in and the way I was behaving, to continue to deny that I didn't like it. I mean, I was just seconds away from begging Mr. Lombardo to stuff it right up my ass! "Why don't you go ahead and stroke that woody you're sporting," Mr. Lombardo suggested. "You've been packing a load since the motel room. You must need some relief." "Uunnnhh...okay," I replied. He was absolutely right. I was desperate to cum. My dick was practically screaming! I brought my right hand between my legs and began massaging my tiny package. Holy shit! I thought as I felt the unbelievable stiffness of my boner. I'm harder than I've ever been in my life right now! "That's it, tramp," Mr. Lombardo jeered. "Rub that little prick of yours, while you give me an assjob. Don't cheat yourself, treat yourself." "Shit...uunnnhh...oh shit," I moaned uncontrollably as I stroked my hard little prick. "Unggghh! Oooohhh! Fuck!" Mr. Lombardo grunted behind me as he neared climax. "Oh god...oh god...oh god," I whimpered yearning in anticipation for what was about to happen. "Unggghh! I'm about to bust a nut all over your butt, bitch!" I heard him croon. "You ready for it?" "Oh yes, uunnnhh...bust your nut all over me!" I cried out in ecstasy. "Glaze my fucking ass, Mister...uunnnhh...Lombardo!" "Here it comes, you fucking cunt!" he said with a hearty roar. "Oh yes...uunnnhh...fuck yes...give me that hot stinky man cream!" I begged in unbridled ecstasy. "Shoot that big juicy wad all over my filthy asshole!" "Unggghh! Unggghh! Unggghh! Ooooooo, yeah!" Mr. Lombardo grunted loudly as he pulled his cock from between my butt cheeks and began furiously unloading his man cream all over my smooth skin. "Mmmhhh...Aaaahhh," I moaned as the first gob of cum forcefully struck my asshole. I felt two long thick ropes land in succession on both of my butt cheeks. Several wads splashed against my lower back and then immediately began running down my ass crack. His cum was so thick and gooey that I thought it felt like warm honey was being drizzled all over my ass and lower back. "Oh god," I muttered as his barrage of cum came to an end. "Looks like I got a dab of cream filling on your pie hole," Mr. Lombardo remarked. "Here, let me get it for you." I immediately felt something press against the rim of my slick wet asshole. "Nooaaahh," I protested looking over my shoulder at Mr. Lombardo as he slid his thumb effortlessly into my cum-lubed butthole. "Mmaaahh." "Oops, it just slid right in there," he said behind me. "Do you want me to take it out?" Blowjobs for Beers Ch. 02 "Noaaahh...I mean...mmhhhaa...oooohhh...fuck it," I moaned in submission. I couldn't deny it any longer. I was horny as hell! My prick was as hard as a rock and the pleasurable sensation of Mr. Lombardo's thumb buried in my tight asshole was undeniably intoxicating. I felt shockwaves of erotic excitement coursing through my body urging me to allow the unthinkable. "Keep beating that baby dick of yours," I heard Mr. Lombardo say through my erotic trance. "Let's not let this happy accident go to waste." "Uunnnhh...uh...okay," I moaned wrapping my hand around my swollen precum-dripping prick. I began to steadily jerk myself off. Mr. Lombardo responded by carefully easing his thumb in and out of my asshole, trying to time his intrusions with my rhythm. "Does that feel good?" he asked. "Yes...oooohhh...fuck...god yes," I whimpered in reply getting lost in the frenzied exhilaration of the moment. With his thumb still penetrating my asshole, I felt Mr. Lombardo stretch his forefingers out and massage my smooth hairless taint, essentially wielding my backside like a bowling ball. "Dayum!" he exclaimed. "Your taint is so smooth and silky and your balls are so tiny. Feels just like a chick's clit." "Uunnnhh! Oh my god!" I groaned in excitement at his despicable words. After a while he began quickening his pace, sliding his thumb faster in and out of my shithole. I responded by wanking my little dick faster and faster. "Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Oh fuck!" I screamed in ecstatic bliss as I neared climax. "Cum for me, baby. Cum for papa," Mr. Lombardo urged squeezing my balls with his fingers, sending me over the edge. "Uunnnhh! Uunnnhh! Oh god! Oh god! Uunnnhh! Fuck!" I moaned at the top of my lungs as my tiny prick let loose. Rope after rope of cum violently shot out of the swollen tip collecting in an ample pool on the top of the ottoman beneath me. As my sex organs contracted, I felt my rectal muscles instinctively tighten around the girth of Mr. Lombardo's fat thumb which only made the orgasm more intense. I can honestly say that before then I had never came so much or so hard in my life. "Uunnnhh...uunnnhh...aahhhhh...motherfucker," was all I could utter, still bent over with my cum-stained ass in the air, positively exhausted from the intensity of the orgasm. I felt Mr. Lombardo slide his thumb from my ass. Click! Click! Click! "Wha...wha...what was that?" I asked perking my head up and looking over my shoulder. I was met with blinding flashes. Click! Click! Click! "Oh nothing," Mr. Lombardo informed me. "I just snapped a few pictures of your cum-battered ass." "Shit," I whispered under my breath. I dropped my head in shame letting my forehead rest against the edge of the ottoman. The honeymoon was over. After I reached climax thoughts of regret and embarrassment came rushing back to the forefront of my mind. "Why don't you go hop in the shower and get cleaned up," he suggested. "You're a hot mess, princess." I lifted my head and noticed Mr. Lombardo's coin on the floor in front of me. I reached down and picked it up. Heads. I turned it over. Heads again. "Oh fuck," I whispered. To be continued...