DOM Latin Road Construction Supervisor

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It was winter and I had rented a hotel room for a few days looking to get my bottom faggot freak on. Take on as many Cocks and Loads as I could, hopefully sating my craving. I always rent sleazy motels where the doors to the rooms are on the outside of the building, and where the parking can be discrete for me and anyone I hookup with.

I had cleaned up and out, trimmed, shaved and prepared for my days hopeful activities.

My toys, lube, condoms, on display in on top of the dresser: Nipple Clamps, Ball Gag, Medium Butt Plug, Dildos, Lube, etc.

I had nasty gay porn playing on the TV in the room to get the mood going.

I had posted on several sites my availability and the service I was offering to any and all takers.

Started up a chat on one of the sites with a Latin gent who said he was a supervisor for a road contruction project nearby and wanted to come and use my services after they finished for the day. He wanted to make sure that I was a full sub bottom, as he was a DOM that was very demanding regarding the type of service he expected. He confirmed that I sucked cock, swallowed cum, rimmed ass, was into WS, TT, CBT, BDSM and got fucked raw taking loads. I assured him I was the full service sub faggot he was looking for.

He told me when he would arrive and that he would text me when he was in the parking lot. He wanted me to have my room door latched open. I was to be fully naked, on my knees fully spread open, hands clasped behind my head.

I got his text that he was in the parking lot. So I prepared the door and myself as instructed in front of the door, ready for his arrival.

I heard steps coming down the outside walkway. They stopped at my door and he pushed it open. He stood there in the doorway with the door fully open observing me for what seemed like an eternity. I could hear voices from the walkway, and other rooms. “Glad to see you follow instructions faggot” he announced loudly in his Latin accent upon entering the room. He took his time setting down a shoulder bag in a chair, and then finally closing and locking the door.

He was dressed in layers, a Braves ball cap, sweat shirts, shirts, work boots. His jet black hair poking out from his cap, full black beard. I guessed he was in his late 30’s or so. Ruggedly handsome.

He walks over to me and around me inspecting what he plans to use. He sticks his fingers into my mouth and probes in and out for a few minutes. After he pulls his fingers out, he says “tilt your head back and keep your mouth open wide.” I do so and he leans down and spits into my mouth several times. “Swallow.”

Then he reaches down and pinches and pulls on my nips. Softly at first, but he quickly escalates to pinching, pulling and twisting them hard. I grimace in pain. “You like that gringo?” bycasino I start to scream out in pain when he grabs my throat “You take it bitch. I don’t want to hear a sound from you. You take what I give you.” When he finishes my nips are red and stinging.

Next he takes his booted foot and nudges my ball sack and cocklet a few times. “Such a tiny worthless cock you have. Guess your don’t do much fucking with that little thing.” Then he kicks my ball sack with his booted foot a bit harder, racking me. I muffle myself not wanting to scream out and suffer more abuse. My balls draw up trying to retreat from the assault. He repeats this several times. My balls are aching.

He walks behind me and grabs and feels my ass cheeks. “Bend down gringo, face on the floor, ass up.” I assume the desired position. He kneels down behind me. “Reach back with your hands and spread your ass cheeks fag.” I dutifully reach back with both hands and and spread my ass cheeks revealing my fuck hole. He probes my asshole with his fingers. I hear him get up and get some lube. He then returns to my hole with lubed fingers and pushes into my fag ass-cunt. First two fingers, then two, then three. My mind is reeling, damn that feels so good. My little cocklet is getting hard and dripping pre-cum even though my balls are sore and hurting. “Your ass hole better be clean fag. Any shit I find you will be eating.” He finishes probing my ass-cunt. “Back up in position” he demands. He wipes his fingers in my hair and then forces them into my mouth to clean. “Clean my fingers, bitch.”

Standing in front of me, he commands me to “kiss and lick his boots clean with my mouth and tongue.” I crawl forward and start kissing and licking his boots. He moves his feet around so I can get to the entire surface. They are dirty from work in the street. But I do what is demanded.

Then he says “undress me.” “Start with my boots.” I start unlacing his boots. Removing one at a time. Next came his jeans, un-buckling his belt, pulling his zipper down, and helping him take them off. His legs are covered in black fur, strong and muscled. He is wearing Calvin Klein low rise with a cock/ ball pouch in front. The pocket is full. He pulls off his sweatshirt and layered shirts all at once. The smell of a working man fills my nostrils. A well muscled and toned upper body is exposed, covered in jet black hair in all the right places. “Take my socks off.” One at a time I remove his socks exposing his bare feet. “Now slowly take off my briefs.” I reach up and start pulling down his briefs. Slowly his uncut cock and balls come into view. I’m trembling with excitement. My cocklet getting harder, bouncing, leaking.

He steps back and sits in a chair. Leaning back and extending his legs, feet bycasino giris on their heels. “Clean my feet and toes with your mouth and tongue.” I crawl forward and begin the process of cleaning this dominate man’s feet and toes with my tongue. His feet and toes are smelly from a days work. The top, bottom, toes, between the toes. Finally he says “Thats enough.”

He stands and steps in front of me. His cock near my face. “I need to take a piss. You gonna be my toilet bitch?” “Open your mouth. You will swallow it all.” I open my mouth and tilt my head back as he pulls his foreskin back and aims his cock and starts pissing a heavy yellow stream. The smell and taste is rank, but I swallow as quickly as I can to keep up. My stomach is churning, the need to retch and throw up is pressing. But I continue to force it down. I’m not able to keep up and some of his piss rolls down my chin, down my neck, over my chest, and down to my cocklet, balls, and legs, puddling beneath me on the hard floor. When he finally finishes he steps forward and wipes his cock on my face. “Clean up my piss you missed on the floor with your tongue.” I move back and start licking up his spilled piss from the floor.

When I’m finished and back in position, he walks over to the bed and puts one foot up on it, exposing his ass crack and ass to me. “Come over here spread my cheeks and clean and rim my asshole bitch.” I crawled over an used my hands to open his cheeks further. The musk and sweat from a hard days work filled my nostils. His crack was full of dark black hairs, and his rosebud looked so inticing. I moved in with my mouth and tongue and started rimming around and into his hole. The taste was harsh and tangy, but I continued servicing this dominate man. “You like that gringo? I took a shit earlier. Clean it deep bitch.” He reached back and grabbed my head by my hair and forced my face and tongue into his crack hard. He flexed his pucker open and my tongue was allowed in deeper. The deeper I went the more shit I tasted. This continued for a good 10 minutes or more. I again had to fight the need to retch and throw up.

He released my head and commanded me to suck and clean his ball sack. He had large balls covered in jet black hair. I worked them carefully with my tongue and mouth, cleaning them thoroughly. While I was doing this he was jacking his cock which had grown considerably in girth and length.

He next had me lay on my back on the bed with my head hung over the side mouth open. He slapped and rubbed his fully erect and extremely hard cock all over my face. Then he was fully in my mouth with his cock, fucking it. His 6.5 to 7 inches curved up and reached the back of my throat gagging me. He grabbed me by the throat, “take it bitch. Take it all.” When I gagged bycasino giriş and attempted to retch he would tighten his grip on my throat. My eyes were watering, my mouth overflowing with saliva. He fucked my mouth relentlessly.

When he tired of tormenting and fucking my mouth he had me stand and bend over the bed, with my legs spread wide. “I don’t want to hear a peep from you, understand?” ” Yes, Sir.” Then he starts slapping my ass cheeks hard with his open hand. The pain and heat from this beating becomes intense. I lost count but somewhere around 20 hard slaps per cheek is endured. “Nice and red now.” He walks over to his jeans and removes his wide thick belt. He folds it in half and stands behind me again. “I don’t want to hear a peep from you. Understand?” The belt swishes through the air and lands on my already stinging ass cheek. The pain was intense. Then another swish and a loud slap on my other cheek. The pain continues to grow, and I stiffle my response to it.

When he tired of tormenting and beating my ass. He slapped his hard cock all over my ass, the rubbed it up my crack a few times. Then he placed it at my rosebud. Without warning he slammed his hard raging cock into my faggot ass-cunt, and started pounding away. There was pain due to the sudden intrusion and my abused and beaten cheeks. My anal pain started to deminish as he continued to pound me. The curve of his cock was slamming into my prostrate repeatedly, brutally. My cocklet was hard and leaking pre-cum. His fingers dug harshly into my hips and he pulled and slammed his throbbing Cock in and out of my ass. He started slapping my ass cheeks with his hands again while fucking me. Suddenly my brain was in overload from the intense prostrate pounding I was taking. My ass started convulsing, opening up and out fully to engulf his cock and my cocklet started dribbling out my pathetic cum load. Then he exploded in my ass, filling me with his load. Shot after shot into my ass-cunt. He held it in deep for a long while. Then he pulled his cock from my ass with a plop, covered in our combined juices. He grabbed my head by the hair and spun me around to my knees at cock level. “Clean my cock whore.” In an orgasmic daze I dutifully cleaned his cock and balls.

He pulled his cock from my mouth and walked over to his clothes. “Come here and help me dress.” I helped him get dressed again. Underwear, socks, shirts, jeans, boots.

“Assume the position.” I quickly moved back to the position he found me in. Kneeling, knees spread open, hands interlocked behind my head.

“I’m leaving now puta. But your work is not done. I have 4 of my workers downstairs in my truck waiting for thier turn to use your fag holes. You will service them fully in whatever way they wish. They better report to me how satisfied they are with our new whore. I’m going to latch the door open and you wait right there awaiting their arrival.”

My mind reeled with the prospect of what was to come.

Birthday Walk

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I pranced down the street, the light night breeze sending a tingle through my spine as it touched my bare skin. I had been preparing for this moment for days and was glad that I had decided to shave my bush. I was debating just doing a little trimming, but decided to go the extra mile and go completely bare. I had never had a lot of hair in that area thanks to my routine trimming. However, this is the first time that i was without my landing strip. i had always considered a full shave, as I heard that men like their pussies like that. I never went through with it though because whenever I had sex with a man that was bare, it felt like I was humping a little child. I guess I figured that men would feel the same way. For today, bare was definitely the way to go. With nothing covering my bare mound, the cool spring air was free to caress every inch of body.

My breasts were gently bouncing, free from the tight hold of my bra. I had always wore a tight bra to prevent such a thing from happening, but today I was happy to see them jiggling around like a bowl full of Jell-O. My nipples were as hard as little rocks, plowing through the gentle breeze like the nose cone of a commercial airliner. They were proudly pointing the way. I hadn’t considered my titties to be overly large, but after I started getting hit on by guys complimenting the size of them, I determined that they must be at least above average.

I reached my arms behind my head and ran my long slender fingers through my smooth brunette hair. When I had stroked to my lower back where my hair ended, I reached under it and flipped it. The strands bounced up in the air and slowly landed back at their resting position down my back. I took my hands and ran them down my curvy hips. I had made sure to wax every hair from my entire body in the days leading up to this night. My skin was so smooth that, if I had worn clothes, they would have simply slid right off of me.

I slid my hands around to my luscious, round butt. I ran my hands in a circular motion on each of my cheeks, as they flexed and relaxed with each step that I took. I returned my hands to my side and began walking backwards, allowing the gentle breeze to tickle my behind. I continued walking forward and began to massage my 34D breasts. It’s not everyday a woman gets the chance to walk through the streets as bare as the day she was born, so I intended to enjoy every moment of late night stroll, hoping the memories will last me a life time.

The streets of the town were unusually quiet. There were very few cars on the road, none of which were heading her way. The streets were lit by dim street lamps, meaning there was very little light. The lights from the house windows provide most of the light to the street. At this hour, only a few of the houses still had their lights on, as many people had already went to bed for the night.

My slow walk eventually turned into a light skip, allowing my breasts to shake even more violently. I slowed back to a a walking pace when I saw the silhouette of a person standing at a screen door, peeking trabzon escort out into the dim street. As I approached, the door opened and out came an elderly woman wearing an evening gown. She made her way down the steps and began walking down the walkway to the sidewalk. I slowed to a halt.

“Happy Birthday Jennifer,” the woman said.

I approached the woman and wrapped my arms around her. Due to her height, I had to bend my knees slightly to avoid planting her face in my tits as I hugged her. “Thanks Mrs. Fisher.”

She gave me a kiss on the cheek and I released her from my embrace. She returned to her walkway and slowly made her way back into her house. I continued on my way, still walking at a leisurely pace. I could see a figure in the distance. It was difficult to make out who it was because of the lack of light. In fact, it was so dark, I doubt that Mrs. Fisher even saw my nakedness. I knew one thing for sure, the figure was walking this way. I continued my walk, on a collision course with the whoever was walking towards me.

As I approached, I could tell that it was an older, heavy set man. After about a minute if walking, I could see who it was: Mr. Goodman. He was walking towards me, his arms open wide. When we reached each other, we locked in an embrace, my bare skin making contact with his. We were both bare. Unfortunately, his body was considerably more hairy than mine and it was a bit uncomfortable to have these hairs touching my body. I was kind of glad when the hug was over, and my skin could once again be free of hair.

“Happy Birthday Jennifer dear,” he said. “How old are you now dear?”

“18,” I replied. “And happy birthday to you too.”

“Well we had better head our separate ways, or else we will fritter away out time chatting,” he joked, disappearing into the night.

I was sure not to lower my eyes during any point in that encounter, as I wouldn’t want to get an eye full of some 69 year old package. It made my stomach sick just thinking how wrinkled and saggy everything was. I quickly threw the image out of my head and began to recall today’s events.

I woke up and showered. I walked into the kitchen and my entire family was there to give me a surprise party. When they jumped out, I was kind of frightened and embarrassed. I was a little bit shy about my nudity, but in a few hours, my family had made me forget all about it. I helped my mom bake my cake, which explains the blue food coloring stain on my left boob. Turns out, that stuff doesn’t washout of skin very easily. Later on we ate cake and now I’m out here naked on the street.

As I walked past the town’s clock tower, looked at the time. It was 11:55 pm, which meant that I should start heading home. My walk home was faster paced because I had walked a bit further than I had originally planned. My breasts were flopping around like there was an earthquake. The breeze had gone away, but the air was still tickling my bare skin because of my pace. My, now aerodynamic body, glided through escort trabzon the air.

As I passed Mrs. Fisher’s house, she stuck her head out the window. “You had better hurry! I think I see a police cruiser driving this way.”

I looked back to see headlights coming this way. I couldn’t have had more than a minute to get back to my house. I started to sprint, frantically trying to escape the police car that was getting closer and closer by the second. I finally made it to my house and ran up the stairs. What a sight it must have been to see me, butt naked, running up the steps with my boobs bouncing like nothing that has ever bounced before.

I opened he front door and was greeted by my mother with a towel. She instantly wrapped it around me and pulled me inside just as the police car passed the house. It was strange to now be covered by fabric once again. In a way, it felt as though I was being mummified.

“Cut it kind of close didn’t we?” My mother teased. “Must have really enjoyed yourself.”

I smiled. I was certain that the look on my face could tell it all. This was by far the best birthday of my life, but now I was sad it was over. I walked to my bedroom and shut the door. I dropped my towel, allowing my bare body to be exposed to the cool air once again. I looked at the piece of paper on my bed. It read “Town Birthday Customs”. This was the paper that had been tucked in our front door the week previous. I gave it a quick read once again:

“Dear citizen,

“We are happy to hear that, according to our records, you are turning 18 years old in one week. The government of the town of Brooklyn would like to wish you a very happy birthday in advance. Turning 18 opens a door of new responsibilities like voting.

“Since the NKD Party was elected into office in 1976, we have offered every citizen a gift to celebrate their 18th birthday and all those that come after. 364 days out of the year, our citizens are required to wear the proper clothing under federal law. Thanks to a cooperative agreement between the United States of America and the town of Brooklyn, we are able to allow every citizen the right to bare it all on one select day: their birthday.

“Each year, every citizen must wear their birthday suit from midnight to midnight. The night before your birthday, you are instructed to sleep unclothed so that you are already wearing your birthday suit when to wake up in the morning. You must remain in an unclothed state for the entire duration of your birthday and may not wear any form of clothing to conseal your nudity. During your birthday, you are given full permission to anywhere within the Brooklyn borders. Remaining naked when outside of the Brooklyn town borders may result in legal action against you for indecent exposure. All businesses within Brooklyn must permit you service, as you are an exception to the dress code policy for the day.

“You are required to participate in your nude birthday celebration for a minimum of 12 out of the 24 hours, although trabzon escort bayan you are strongly encouraged to take part in the full experience. With the exception of the birthday walk from 11: 00 pm to midnight, you are not required to be naked in public, although this is also strongly recommended. For more details on the birthday walk, please continue reading.

“At precisely midnight at the end of your birthday, you are required to be clothed or in the privacy of your own home. This law will be strictly enforced and all violators may face a fine. From 11pm to midnight, all citizens that have a birthday on that day are required to remain naked outside and walk the streets for a minimum of 55 minutes. Directly following this walk, all citizens must be clothed.

“We hope that you will enjoy your annual naked birthday. Our goal is to improve your life by increasing your body confidence, help teach you about your body and help you to relive the day of your birth. Although we know that nudity can arouse some individuals, we ask that you refrain from public sex. All sexual actions should be done in an area that is fully hidden from the public eye. We also ask that you seek permission from the parents or guardians of any children binder the age of 18 before interacting or approaching them. All families have different views about children witnessing nudity and it is expected that you respect the views of these families.

“Once again, happy birthday. Welcome to adulthood. For any questions or concerns, please contact the NKD Party’s nude birthday office.”

I put folded the letter and placed it in the drawer of my nightstand. Looking back at the day’s events, I was surprised about how well I had adjusted to my lack of clothing. I could hardly wait until my next birthday. It was late and I was tired from the adrenaline of my experience. I folded the towel I had been given when I got home. I looked done at my pussy, still tingling from the excitement of the walk. I was about lie down and try to sleep, but I noticed a small box with a ribbon on top of it.

I got out of bed to check it out. It was another birthday present from my mom. I ripped open the wrapping paper to reveal a plain cardboard box. I used my nails to tear the tape that held the box closed. I open the flap at the top. It’s funny how parents always know what you want. They must have some sort of magical power that links your mind to theirs. I chuckled as I reached inside of the box and pulled out a vibrator and a 20 pack of batteries.

I threw the box and wrapping paper to the floor. I hopped onto my bed, my boobs jiggling like they had just been hit with a aftershock of the earthquake during my walk. I lay on my back with my legs spread, eagerly awaiting the touch of the manhood shaped toy. I let out a small grunt as the tip of the vibrator touched my lips. I turned it on and it began to pur like the engine of a well tuned Dodge Viper. My body shuttered as I pushed the vibrator the rest of the way into my pussy.

It only took a few minutes for me to reach my climax. I pulled the soaking wet device from my pussy. I used the towel I had folded to wipe the liquid from the toy and placed it at the back of my night stand drawer, under the letter from the town. There was no doubt in my mind that this would come in handy next year. Now fully relieved, I closed my eyes and drifted off into a deep sleep.