Hungover Morning: Landlord Claims My Virgin Ass

Morning light filters through the bedroom curtains. Hungover haze clings to my skin. Naked on the bed, stomach down. One leg straight, the other bent. Arm under my head, face turned right. Barely awake. Alcohol vapors swirl in my brain.

Sudden prickling. Someone watches. Heavy breathing nearby. Girlfriend? No. Deeper, rougher. Masculine. Rhythmic slaps. Hand on cock. Jerking hard. Right behind me. Perfect view of my ass. Crack parted. Anus exposed.

The Fever Ignites

Freeze. Fear grips my chest. Heart pounds. Who? Violent? But heat stirs low. Cock twitches. He stays hidden. I pretend sleep. Wait for him to leave. Won’t.

Warm hand lands on my cheek. Grips flesh. Petrified. Fantasy flashes—try it with a man, no hesitation. But this? Raw intrusion. Fingers knead. Slide down crack. Brush my hole. Electricity shoots up my spine. Intense. He circles. Presses. Finger breaches. Slow. Firm. Invades deep.

Body betrays. Inner walls clench. Pleasure builds. He pumps. Steady rhythm. Sigh escapes my lips. Awake now. He knows.

Bed creaks. He mounts. Hand clamps my neck. Pins me. Fingers plunge harder. Adds second. Stretch burns. Fills me. Girlfriend does this sometimes. Love offering my ass. Vulnerable. Taken. But this man? Rougher. Deeper. My hips lift. Meet thrusts. Moans spill free.

“Knew you had slut potential,” he growls. Landlord! Repairs today. Words hit like lightning. Groan rips from me. Acting the whore.

Fingers withdraw. Rough spin. On my back. He kneels over. Jeans at thighs. Cock inches from face. Straight. Rigid. Not too thick. Hand strokes slow. Foreskin peels. Glistening head.

“Sucked cock before?” “No.” “Gonna love it.”

Rubs shaft on cheeks. Hot. Hard. Pre-cum smears. Gland traces lips. “Lick.”

Tongue darts. Salty. Thrilling. Lips part. Suck head. He thrusts. Deeper each time. Gagging. Eager. He grabs arms. Pins above head. Fucks mouth savage. Saliva drips. Heart races wild.

Blaze of Surrender

Pulls out. Slaps face with wet cock. Grunts build. Explodes. Jets splatter cheeks, lips. Hot ropes. Spreads with strokes. I moan. Cum drips to neck.

“Clean it, slut.”

Suck greedily. Lick every drop. Taste us mixed. Cock stirs again.

Flips me prone. Hands spread cheeks. Tongue hits hole. Shockwave. Licks rim. Probes deep. I grind back. Saliva floods. Begging now. “Fuck me.”

Body crushes mine. Cock slides crack. Nudges entrance. Nervous breaths. “Feel my hot cock? Want it deep, whore.”

Presses in. Tear of pain. Burning split. Cry out. He pauses. Gland pops through. Agony fades to throb. Full. Pushes to hilt. Still. Then withdraws. Slams home. Stars burst. Pure fire.

Rhythm builds. Pounds relentless. Balls slap. Prostate ignites. Untouched cock leaks. Thrusts brutal. Grunts animal. I buck. Whore moans.

Orgasm crashes. Cum sprays sheets. Hands-free. He roars. Frenzy peaks. Buries deep. Floods insides. Hot pulses.

Stillness. Withdraws. Cum leaks out. Ass gaping. Exhausted. Shame floods. He dresses. Door clicks shut. Alone. Skin scorched. Used. Alive.