My Boss Popped My Anal Cherry
It wasn’t exactly my dream job but it wasn’t bad. Craig paid me okay and selling ice-creams from a van isn’t exactly hard. I didn’t take my work home with me and I liked it like that. Besides, I got to meet a bunch of new people and hang around with Craig all day. He was fun to be around.
“I wanna try down by Pigeon Beach today,” Craig said that day, pulling off in his van from outside my apartment. We were all stocked up to do a ton of trade.
“Why not just go to Grande like yesterday? There were a bunch of people there.”
“I want to mix it up,” Craig said. “Besides, Mr. Softie-top was there.”
I started to laugh. That was Craig’s arch-nemesis, if you can believe that. The ice-cream trade was a ruthless business.
“No-one’s gonna be down on Pigeon Beach. We’ll make a killing,” he said.
“No-one’s gonna be down there because there’s no-one there! There’s no point us being the only van if there’s no-one to sell to.”
“I just wanna try,” he said, gripping the steering-wheel. “Imagine being the only van there.”
“Oh, we’re going to be the only van there.”
I shook my head, but I knew better to get in the way of Craig when he had an idea. He thought it was the plan of the century and he was nothing if not stubborn.
Anyways, surprise, surprise the place was empty. The nearby lot had about three cars in it when we parked up.
“It’s early,” Craig said sagely. “They’ll come.”
I took a deep breath and opened the serving hatch at the side of his modified van. We were ready to go. We just needed some customers.
The orders trickled in. By lunch we’d barely made a hundred dollars.
“They’ll come,” he kept insisting.
“No-one’s here, Craig. We can still save the day if we go back to Grande Beach.”
They’ll come,” he said. “I just know it.”
“No-one comes down here. It’s too rough and rocky. Maybe you’ll get a few surfers down here. Maybe.”
“Have a little faith, Mia.”
“Faith doesn’t make you money.”
Craig smirked. He liked that attitude.
“We’ll make a business-woman out of you yet,” he said.
“Good. I don’t work here all my life.”
“It’s an honest living,” Craig said proudly. “You could be an ice-cream Queen!”
“It’s not for me.”
“I thought you enjoyed it?!”
“I do, but it’s not long-term.”
He seemed put out. “Oh …”
I took a few steps across the van towards him and gave him a hug. “Sorry, Craig, I just won’t be carrying on the Chilly Cones name.”
I stifled a laugh. Thankfully Craig was smiling too.
“I know,” he said eventually. “I want more for you than that.”
He gave my ass a tap and I moved back over to the serving window, leaning over it and peering out at the beach beyond. It had about six people on it.
“We need to parade you around outside,” he said. “That’ll drum up some business.”
I hung my mouth open in shock and looked back to him. It was then that I noticed he was staring right at my ass. My pants pulled tight around the curves.
“Craig!”
“What,” he shrugged. “I can say you’re attractive, can’t I?”
“You can, but you can’t pimp me out!”
Craig started to blush. I know he didn’t mean it like that but jeez!
“I’m just saying your attractive, is all.”
“Noted, Craig, but I’m not gonna go and flaunt it out there.”
“Stick to flaunting it in here.”
“I’m not flaunting it! I’m just … leaning.”
He held his hands up. “Sorry for commenting.”
I leant back over the serving hatch and looked out with a frown. It was a really nice compliment; it was just dressed up in Craig’s immutable style. He was a good-looking guy though and it was flattering to be noticed by him.
I peered back over my shoulder to see if he was still looking. I was kind of hoping he was, but he was busying himself in the freezer, taking some pointless inventory of our stock. I could have told him how many ice-creams we’d sold today just from memory.
I turned all the way around and looked down along my back, trying to see the asset that Craig seemed to prize the most.
I looked after myself in the gym and everything, but I’d never really been noticed by guys as such. I was too much of a good girl to go throwing myself around like some of my friends did. My body was precious, and it was mine. A few of my friends had poked fun when they found out I only lost my virginity last year.
Promiscuity wasn’t something I wanted to practice, but we all have fantasies, you know? Sometimes my mind would go to the most obscure places when I got horny. It’s like I became possessed or something. I had to temper my frantic sessions, fearing that my housemates might hear me.
Craig took one of the cherries from the box and popped it in his mouth, joining me at the window.
“Don’t get high on our own supply,” I laughed.
“But they’re too good.”
He took another one from the box and held it up to my mouth. I looked at it and then at him. He smiled. I opened my mouth slowly and Craig fed it inside.
“See?” he asked.
I chewed and looked across at him. He was a big, strong, tall man that had no place in this van. I loved the reactions he’d get from the women his age when he’d approach the window to serve them. They’d blush, or stutter, or completely forget what they were going to say. Craig had no idea how much other women doted on him. I liked it like that, although sometimes I got jealous.
Just then a lady approached who’d walked up from the beach. She was wearing one of those huge sunhats and wore a black swimsuit. She must have been in her early forties.
“What can I get for you, young lady,” Craig said, approaching the hatch with his effortless charm.
“I — uhh…”
See what I mean?
She stared at Craig as he smiled. I turned away so as not to laugh in her face. I wanted to comfort her. ‘Don’t worry, you’re not the first.’
“Can I get,” there was a long pause, “a bottle of mineral water, please?”
“You sure can,” he chirped happily. This really was the job for him. I was too busy rolling my eyes. You could have absolutely anything here and you choose water?! I guess this really wasn’t the job for me.
I took another cherry from the box and popped it into my mouth. Craig saw me out of the corner of his eye but remained professional. It was tough for customers to see us at the back of the van when they were close to the window. They were so low down that Craig, being so tall, had to lean out of the window to hand them their ice-creams. I always worried that he’d fall out and crush one of them or something.
When she left Craig turned back and his smiled dropped a little. “I saw that.”
I shrugged.
“Getting high on our supply?”
“I’ve got a taste for it.”
“Make that your last.”
I grabbed another one from the box and stared right at it, placing it in my mouth slowly. The day was dragging, and I was determined to make things more exciting.
“I’m warning you,” he said, raising a finger playfully.
I bunched my lips around the cherry and bit through it. “Consider me warned.”
“If you weren’t so old, I’d put your across my knee.”
“Promises, promises.”
I took another cherry and ate it just as seductively as before. This time Craig seemed to become more uncomfortable. He shuffled on the spot and the whole van rocked a little.
“You still don’t wanna head round to Grande?” I asked.
“Might as well stay here now and take the hit.”
I moved across and brushed past him close as I leaned out of the hatch. “Still no-one, huh?” I asked, bending forwards and looking around.
Craig didn’t move. He stayed where he was as my ass pushed out against crotch. He cleared his throat.
I started to have those crazy, sinful thoughts all over again — the kind I get when I’m alone. I could feel my pussy become hot as my mind wandered.
“What’s the naughtiest thing you’ve ever done in here?” I asked, looking back to him.
He lifted his gaze. He’d been staring right down at my ass again as it touched his crotch. I didn’t move it and he didn’t move either.
“The naughtiest thing?” he asked.
“Yeah, and not ‘naughty’ like, coughed on someone’s ice-cream. I mean real naughty. What is it?”
“Real naughty?” Craig thought, looking up.
“Real naughty. I wanna hear it. I’m bored.”
“Are you sure you wanna hear it?”
“Definitely.”
He stepped back away form me finally and started to recount his story.
“When I was first starting out, probably back in my twenties, before you were born, I used to cruise all around the beaches and bays, looking for the crowds. Back then you didn’t have much of an idea of where they’d be. Now you just go on the internet and people tell you where they are. That still seems crazy to me, but whatever. Why would you advertise where you — ”
“The story, Craig!”
“Okay, so I’d go around all the beaches. Sometimes I’d get talking to a girl and invite her into the van.”
“Craig!” I swooned.
He smiled. “That’s not the naughtiest thing though. You said the naughtiest thing.”
“What did you used to do with these girls?”
“Anything they wanted,” Craig said.
“Details!”
“Let’s just say that I didn’t used to put those cherries in their mouths,” he said, nodding at the box.
My mouth dropped open as I imagined the other places they might go. “Didn’t people see?”
“Not up here in the van. Sure, it might have rocked a little, but I was young. I didn’t care.”
“And that’s the naughtiest thing?”
“Other than jerking off in here.”
“Craig!”
“What? Don’t act like you’ve never done it.”
I started to blush now.
“It’s perfectly normal,” he said, justifying both our actions. “Sometimes the moment just takes me, and when I’m out here on my own …”
“Wait, this is recently?”
“Shit, Mia, I’m only human.”
“How recently?”
“You’ve only been working the summer, haven’t you?”
I nodded.
“Not long before that.”
“Where?”
“Anywhere,” he said. “In the driver’s seat up there if I find somewhere quiet, or down on the floor there if I don’t.” He pointed to a spot near my feet.
“You jerk off here?” I couldn’t believe I was standing in the exact spot.
“Not all the time! Just when the moment takes me.”
“Is the moment taking you now?”
Craig’s eyes shifted. “Not while you’re here.”
I sighed. “Shame.”
I looked back out the window at the lady in the large sunhat. “Would you have done anything with her if I wasn’t here?”
Craig came beside me and peered out the hatch. The lady was sat on a towel on the beach quite a way away, sipping her water.
“Maybe.”
“You’re an animal! What if they were younger? What if they were my age?”
“I haven’t been with a twenty-year-old since I was twenty.”
“I’m nineteen, Craig.”
“Then definitely not!”
“Why?”
“Because. It’s nineteen.”
“It’s all legal.”
“But they’re inexperienced.”
“Then you could show them a thing or two.”
“You like that in an older guy?”
I shrugged and ran my finger along the counter. “Don’t know. Never been with one.”
“Good.”
“What would you show me?” I asked, blinking slowly.
“I don’t know what you have and haven’t done.”
“Nothing crazy. I certainly haven’t put those cherries anywhere other than my mouth.”
He laughed. “Maybe we’d do that. Maybe more.”
“More?”
He sighed and seemed to reminisce. “Sometimes the adventurous women I had in here would be very adventurous.”
“How do you mean?”
“Do I have to spell it out?”
I stared blankly.
“Anal,” he whispered.
“No way!”
“Way,” he laughed. “Some women are just into it.”
“I’m not,” I lied.
“So, you’ve tried it?”
I realized suddenly what I was talking about and who with. Fuck, it was weird. “I’ve never done it, no.”
“Then how do you know you don’t like it?” He grabbed a cherry and put it in his mouth, chewing with satisfaction as though he’d got me against the ropes.
“There’s a whole bunch of things out there that I don’t have to try to know that I don’t like.”
“And anal is one of them?”
The pause before my answer gave the game away.
“See,” he said. “You don’t know.”
“Doesn’t it hurt?”
“It can,” he said. “That’s sometimes the part that women love.”
“What part did you like?”
“How tight it was,” he said, reminiscing. It was hot to watch him recall it. “How naughty it was. You’d see these women and they’d come to the serving hatch as innocent as an angel, and in twenty minutes time I’d have my cock buried in their ass. It was crazy.”
He let out a soft chuckle and then saw that my eyes were wide open in shock.
“Sorry,” he said. “I shouldn’t be saying this stuff.”
“Don’t apologize. I asked. I want to hear it. Anything else crazy?”
“Not that I can think of right now.”
I turned away playfully and pushed my ass out. “Think I could take it?”
“No,” he said quickly. “You’re far too innocent.”
“I am not! Why does everyone keep saying that?”
“You’re just so … angelic.”
“Just like the women who used to come to your window,” I hinted. “They weren’t so angelic with your cock in their ass.”
It felt liberating to be able to talk to him like that. It was as though our relationship had broken down another barrier. I was happy to open up to him like that, I just had no idea that I’d be opening up in a whole different way soon enough.
“You sound like a woman possessed.”
“I get a little crazy when I’m horny.”
Craig looked out at the sparse beach. “You’re horny now?”
“All this talk of anal …”
“It’s getting me going too, I must admit.”
“You gonna jerk off in the driver’s seat or right here?” I smirked.
“You can have this spot; I’ll go up front.”
I couldn’t tell if he was being serious.
“How about we both go here?” I said.
“You first.”
Shit, now my resolve was truly being tested. How much did I want this? How naughty was I willing to go? Could Craig be naughty with me?
“You just want me to start masturbating?”
“Would it help you if I went first?” Craig said.
I swallowed hard. “Go on then.”
I didn’t know if he was going to do it or not, but fuck I wanted him to.
“How about you open it up and I’ll do the rest?” he suggested.
“Open your pants?”
“Yeah,” he said, taking a step closer.
“Okay.”
That felt like a fair enough trade, even if it was utterly crazy. I took another look around.
“Don’t worry,” he said. “I’ll tell you if anyone’s coming.”
I focused on his shorts. I released the belt from its metal clutch and pulled it open wide.
“The button too,” he said.
I popped it open.
“And the zipper.”
I looked up to his eyes. He was so close to me, and it felt so different to before. We weren’t brushing past each other as colleagues but becoming intimate as something more.
I slid down the zipper quickly and moved my hand away. Inside I could see a healthy bulge pressing against his pristine, white boxer-shorts. I looked up from them across his flat stomach and chest. I hadn’t noticed how great his muscles looked before now.
“You want to do the rest?” he asked. “Since you got this far.”
“I … can I?”
“Be my guest.”
He leaned back and put his hands on one of the chest-freezers behind him. He was surrendering himself to me. It felt like I could do anything to him. The adrenaline rushed through me like a drug.
I rushed forward quickly and tugged at his pants, fearful that if I didn’t hurry then I’d lose my nerve. Craig moved with me, allowing me to wriggle his pants down. I gripped over the top of his boxer-shorts and pulled, gasping as I released him.
“Fuck, that’s big.”
“I’m a big guy.”
“Yeah, but that’s big.”
I stared at it. It was as handsome as Craig himself, but it looked so surreal jutting out from him like that, like I was dreaming or something. I’d seen guys’ erections online, and in person, but this was way different. Things didn’t fit, but it only served to turn me on even more. My mind was telling me how wrong it was, but my body was curious. Maybe that’s why I was so caught up on the idea of anal.
“You can touch it if you like,” he said, keeping his arms behind himself. His shorts and underwear sat just above his knee.
I came forwards slowly, staring at it. It was bouncing steadily as his blood beat into it. My hands moved slowly towards it. The both of us watched. I swallowed nervously. My fingers tickled at the underside. Craig took a breath.
“That’s it,” he encouraged.
I took an underhand grip around him, pushing my hand down around his shaft and breathing deep with him. I could feel the strength of his muscle in my grasp, and it felt incredible. My pussy eased out its juices against the crotch of my panties.
“That’s it,” he said softly.
I started to jerk him slowly, toying with him and getting used to how he felt. With most guys I close my fingers to my thumb around them, but not with Craig. Fuck, I had no idea how I was going to get it in my ass, but I knew that I wanted to. How fucking naughty would that be?
“Good,” he said.
He moved off the freezer and stood upright. His hands came to my hips, then to my ass. He squeezed me and then moved into my crotch. A couple of his fingers started to slip back and forth over me, and I hissed a breath. I felt him nudge my clit. It was a different kind of excitement now. This was no late-night solo effort. Craig was doing it to please me, and I was pleasing him. I tried to keep jerking him but the more he toyed with my pussy the less I could focus on him.
“Keep a look out,” he said.
I didn’t really know what he meant. I looked back around at the beach. No-one was even close to the van, and no-one was in the parking lot either. When I looked back to Craig, he was taking off his shorts.
“No-one’s here,” I told him.
“Good.”
He knelt to the floor and shuffled closer. His hands went over the waist of my yoga-pants. I held my breath as he pulled them down. I was so nervous over how wet I was.
Craig dragged them down over my smooth legs until my panties were visible. He teased his fingers in the crotch of them and looked up when he noticed how wet I was. His eyes were sparkling.
“You’re so turned on.”
I blushed and put a hand over my mouth. “I can’t help it. It’s just … this! It’s so bad, Craig. We’re so naughty.”
“We’re just getting started.”
He leaned in and kissed my bare thigh, pushing my pants down more. He curled over my panties, and I sucked my stomach. He pulled them down and I felt them peel off my wet petals. They slid down my legs and dropped to the floor. He dragged both the garments over my sneakers, then he pushed me back against the tall drinks refrigerator and put his face right between my legs.
I gasped and then closed my eyes as the intense, beautiful pleasure spread out from Craig’s mouth. He ate up my wetness like it was nothing. His mouth sucked at my pussy and his tongue slithered along it. I whimpered and reached out for something to grab, but there was nothing in sight.
The outside world drifted in, making the occasion even more surreal. I was making all kinds of crazy faces, but the people on the beach were so far away that they’d never be able to see. They just went about their days, reading or sunbathing or swimming while I was three hundred meters away, getting eaten out by my older boss in his ice-cream truck. If it wasn’t true, it’d be hard to believe.
“Craig,” I whispered, staring out at the sky and closing my eyes.
His tongue and lips moved all over me, making a mess of my crotch. He brought his hand up and started to finger me, and even that felt huge! It probed deep and curled back while his mouth sucked at my clit. I could feel the orgasm approaching rapidly. You know when you’ve been turned on for ages and you finally get the chance to let loose? It was just like that. I was like a shaken bottle of champagne and my cork was ready to pop!
He fluttered over my swollen sex, circling my stiffened clit and running his teeth over it. I hissed several breaths and moaned loud, uncaring now of the outside world. All I wanted in that moment was my climax, and he was going to make sure I got it.
He tongued and mouthed, moaning with me as he gave me what I wanted most of all. My pussy pinched tight around his finger and then he moved it out of me quickly. The sudden release was the catalyst. I burst, doubling forwards and gripping his wrist.
“That’s it,” he encouraged, kissing at my pussy as it convulsed.
He raced to it again, sucking on my sensitive clit. I could barely stand it. A wail left me and its pitch increased as his fingers moved to my ass.
He rubbed on the muscle and gave the climax the added cherry on the top. It elevated the depravity of it all. My asshole flexed as the orgasm flowed out of me in pulses. I held his wrist tight and my whole body shivered with delight.
“Yes!” I burst.
He turned his finger inwards. The next time my sphincter relaxed he pushed upwards, giving me just the tip of himself. It was coated in the cum from my pussy and went inside far easier than I’d imagined. By the time I stopped his arm his finger was inside me a good inch or two.
“It’s in my ass,” I whined.
“How does that feel?”
He kissed my pussy again and I thrust my ass back against the refrigerator. I was so fucking sensitive it was unreal. I’d never came like that before in my life.
“Good. So good!”
He waggled his finger within me, and I let out another moan. My pussy leaked its cum. Craig pressed his thumb into my honey pot and returned with a fresh bout. He rubbed around his submerged finger like it was lube and then went deeper.
“Think you can take this?”
I looked down to see him shaking his big cock. His finger beside it looked tiny in comparison.
“I don’t know …”
“That’s half the challenge.”
“Fuck,” I groaned, looking out of the window with excited impatience. “Fuck it, let’s just try.”
I turned away from him and stretched my hands up the refrigerator, pushing out my ass. I hadn’t meant to offer it up to his face like that, but Craig wasn’t one for declining an invitation.
He split my cheeks with his hands and pushed his face between, tonguing deep. Now that really felt good. His tongue washed over my ass like a kind of sensual massage, teasing around the puckered knot before venturing a way inside.
“Craig!” I burst. “Your tongue …”
“It’s in your ass, Mia,” he said. Shit, even that made me tense up with delight.
His tongue played around my hole, opening it wider and wider and causing it to relax and relent. I breathed hard and deep, keeping the momentum moving in the right direction.
Craig reintroduced the previous finger, twisting it and licking around it. Gradually my asshole started to slacken. I really surprised myself when he introduced a second finger, and I took it with only the smallest amount of discomfort.
“Good girl,” he said. I was always happy to please him.
He twisted upwards, spitting against my ass as I reached up the refrigerator. I took a glance to the left and was thankful to see everyone still in their spots on the beach, unbeknownst to the sinful act occurring on the parking lot.
“You’re ready,” he said, and he stood up behind me. “Tell me what you want.”
I looked back. “I want your cock.”
“Where?”
“In my ass.”
“Say it.”
“I want your cock in my ass, Craig.”
“Beg for it.” Shit, I liked this side of him.
“Please put your cock in my ass, Craig, pl — ooooohh!”
I felt the thick head arrive at my knot and he applied the pressure. I spread quickly over the crown and then the pang of pain arrived. It hurt, but it hurt good. I could feel myself stretch and engulf over him and I felt strange sense of pride at having been able to accommodate him.
“Look at that,” he hushed.
He was staring down my back and watching his cock disappear like magic into my ass. The ring pinched tight around him and refused to slacken anymore. His cock drove on powerfully and I felt what it was truly like to be fucked in the ass. His two fingers were some way off preparing me.
I let out a grunt and pushed back in defiance, claiming the remaining inch of him until he was sat all the way to the hilt. If you’d married his cock up outside of my body it’d look for all the world like it wouldn’t fit, yet here I was taking it all.
I took several deep breaths as Craig stayed inside me. He leaned over me and hushed into my ear.
“Well done.”
He kissed the lobe, and it sent a shiver down my spine that rattled my body. As it did so his cock stirred inside me, and I let out a shriek of pain.
“It’s okay,” he said, moving slowly.
He dragged his cock out of me and I stayed tense, fearful that I might feel another pang of pain.
“Relax,” he soothed, kissing at my face.
He pulled out gradually and then moved in slowly too. His slow speed and calm words had the desired effect. I was once again surprised when the pain subsided. I had done it.
“There you go,” he said, now that my whimpers had faded.
My eyes rolled back. I opened them and turned to the beach, seeing someone approach.
“Craig!” I burst.
He turned too.
“Don’t pull out,” I told him, reaching back and gripping his waist. I didn’t want to go through all that again.
He stayed where he was, turning as I turned. He swung behind me as the customer approached. It was the same woman from before.
“Another water please,” she asked, peering up into the serving hatch.
I leaned over, trying not to show the discomfort in my face. My smile was a strange, heady grimace.
“A water. Right you are.”
I turned to the fridge and Craig turned with my, keeping his cock completely buried.
“Hello again,” the woman waved, seeing only his upper half.
“Hey,” Craig said.
‘Now?’ I thought. ‘She flirts with him now?’
“I’ll be on the beach for another few hours if you finished up and wanted to join me,” she continued.
I turned back to the hatch and Craig had to move behind me. The lady looked so put out.
“I’ll think about it,” Craig called over my shoulder.
“That’ll be two — ooh — dollars.”
She gave the money quickly and turned on the spot, unable to deal with the embarrassment of rejection.
I let out a deep breath as she left and closed my eyes tight. Craig pushed back into me and held my ass, fucking me as I hung out from the serving hatch.
I let the dollars fall to the floor and bent forwards, letting out a moan. I finally realized that this could be pleasurable, despite the size of Craig’s big cock. But the moan had been louder than I wanted it to be.
The retreating woman looked back just as I lifted my head. She saw Craig holding me at the hips. Her mouth dropped open.
“Sorry!” Craig said with an apologetic wave.
She shook her head and hurried away.
Craig moved me back inside and bent me over. I reached out for the edge of the chest-freezer and pushed back whenever he advanced. He upped his pace and soon the whole van was rocking.
“Yes!” I cried, encouraging him. “Fuck me, Craig!”
“That’s it, baby, tell me.”
“Fuck my ass, Craig. Fuck it! Fuck it! I want your cum!” I could be an animal when I wanted to be.
He rained a sharp slap down on me and I hissed as it arrived. My cheek turned hot, and Craig rubbed it as though he was soothing it. He opened it and looked down as his cock moved through me faster, pushing along my insides.
It started to pleasure my pussy from the other side. It began to leak its cum all over again, running down my leg.
I moved a hand beneath and smothered it up, rubbing it back on my flesh as Craig’s big cock pierced me again and again.
“Oh, fuck, Mia, I’m close.”
“Shoot it in my ass, Craig,” I begged, looking back. I never thought I’d say that in a million years.
“You want it inside you?”
“Yes, Craig, please.”
“You want my cum in your ass?”
“Please! Please cum in my ass!”
Fuck, I’d gone all the way now. I was a slut and no mistake, and I hated that word.
“Oh, Mia!” he yelled, and the whole van started to rock.
He fucked me hard, sending his cock through me fast. My tight asshole jerked along him, pinching to the tip and working towards his climax. I could no longer feel his balls smacking against my sticky O.
“Come, Craig! Come!”
He slowed his pace and strained. I waited for him and focused, hoping to feel the lashings of cum blast inside me.
“Mia!”
It was so hot to hear him call my name before he shot off. There was a sudden throb from his cock and then I felt his warmth. As it cascaded into me, he let out a long breath.
“Oh, fuck, I’m coming!”
He didn’t have to tell me. I could feel it emptying into my asshole with each pulse. He started to fuck me again slowly, pushing his cum deeper until my entire asshole was a sodden, sticky mess of cum. It covered his cock and let him slip through me.
“That’s so fucking hot,” he cried, pumping hard.
“Every drop in my ass,” I said.
By now the lady down on the beach was pointing us out to people. I didn’t tell Craig yet. I waited as his groans became further apart and quieter.
“Is that everything?”
“Every last drop,” he said, breathing heavily.
He pulled out slowly and I let out one last moan as his head pinched free. My ass closed quickly behind it, trapping his cum inside.
“Good,” I told him. “Because we have to go.”
I pointed down at the beach to the lady who was telling everyone what we were up to. Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned!
“That bitch!” Craig cried. I couldn’t help but agree.
He rushed to the driver’s seat without even putting his shorts on and started the car.
I hopped in beside him and looked across at his cum-soaked cock that sat on his lap, still hard. I couldn’t believe it had just been inside me. I could feel the heat of him in my ass.
“Back to Grande Beach?” Craig said, looking over at me as he sped off.
“Sounds like a plan.”
THE END
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