Backdoor Servicing
So it’s been about 5 or 6 weeks since I had the skull fucking of my life in the backseat of a car late at night all while my boyfriend was sleeping soundly in our bed. I couldn’t stop thinking about that night and that cock ever since. Yeah…yeah I know. I got my man’s cock to service and it’s always been big but you’re a true faggot slut if you know and sympathize with what I’m bout to say. Big cocks don’t really come off as big anymore as soon as you deal with a lot bigger. So, now, my man’s cock is small to me. It’s easy to take deep. Easy to take in my ass to where I don’t feel that same ripping open feeling. He’s cumming a lot faster than usual because I’ve gotten to know exactly what he likes when he likes it. It’s gotten boring and that is something I cannot deal with. We haven’t been really doing anything romantic either. Things have been complacent from a relationship standpoint and as much as I want to be single, I don’t want to leave him and ruin what we have.
So my best option to my thinking is to continue to grab as much exciting action outside of the relationship, which is what I have already been doing. I never said or claimed to be a loyal faggot either. I end up hitting up this man(still don’t know his name) back on Sniffies. Took him a few days to log on and read my message where I expressed how much I missed his cock and I enjoyed the session he gave me. He told me to come by to his job later on that night. He worked security at an outdoor mall complex and he says it’s always dead and quiet and that when he strolls around the lots, he goes to his usual corner and strokes himself off. I said I was down since I was desperate for any interaction with his cock and I worked that night anyways so by the time I got off I would be able to meet him.
We finally get to that night and I couldn’t wait to get out of my job. I message him once I’m out that I’ll come by when he tells me he’s about to make his usual stroll and patrol. He told me to come to the corner of the back lot behind the stairs around 1am. It was just turning 9pm. I had time to head back home and get myself prepped for another possible ass fucking. I was going to entice him with my ass. Last time, I was prepared and hopefully he’d fuck me but he only cared to fuck my face. My ass was left alone and sad and I don’t want a repeat of that. I come up with a bright idea. I swung to a nearby Macy’s before closing and I buy a sexy short plaid skirt from the girls section. I sneakily tried it on at the changing room with other “men” items to hide it. I tried it on and it fit so well and it fit so small that the bottom of my cheeks showed clearly. I LOVED it so much I got myself hard and I had to bust a nut right then and there.
I buy them quickly and head home in a hurry. It was creeping midnight and I still had to prep myself. I do it as quick as I can, lube my rectum up and shove my usual buttplug with a nice shiny diamond up my ass. I slip on my grey jockstrap to cover up my useless cock and balls and plump up my cheeks. I slip on the skirt and some high heels I had from a friend and …. feel the sexiest I ever felt. I also began to felt bad that my boyfriend never got this kind of treatment and won’t see me in this skirt for the first time. Oh well! I drive as quickly as I can to the complex and make it to the back lot at 12:55. I wait till one to turn off my car, get out and head to the stairs in the corner he was telling me to meet him. There’s no cars around and it’s quiet. Almost too quiet to where it’s eerie. Almost like someone can definitely see and catch us without us even knowing. It got me nervous and gassy. I wait around and keep my eyes peeled and suddenly hear footsteps. I then instantly remember what I’m even wearing. I’m practically bottomless wearing a skirt and heels as a grown man. I could get killed if the wrong person sees me…but then I see it’s him. He’s in his security uniform looking sexy as fuck. He walks right up to me and whispers “hey, follow me”. I follow him and wonder why didn’t he comment on my outfit. Is this normal to him or he just didn’t care? I’m confused as I follow him around the corner and into what seems to be a public bathroom. He unlocks it and opens it, guiding me inside and closing it and locking it. It was a private “family” bathroom with one toilet and sink. He turns around and tells me to take off my bottoms and sit on the toilet. I do as he says and remove my skirt and sit on the toilet with my strap still on. He unbuckles his pants and drops them to his feet. He slides down his briefs too and his cock is still so goddamn hung. It’s on soft as he approaches me. He says, “eat my fucking ass from the back as you jerk me off and don’t stop until I am about to cum”. He bends slightly over to where his noticeably hairy ass cheeks are level with my face. A whiff of musk and ripe smack me and my nose. It’s a scent that is quite unpleasant to me but nothing unusual since I’m a frequent blumpkin giver-er. I go to spread his cheeks and began to lick his ass. He spread his legs wide enough to where I can reach under him and around and jerk his big dick. Once I started making out with his anus and tasting his day sweat, he got instantly hard.
I haven’t eaten ass in over a fucking year and I think that’s when I did the topping. This isn’t normal to me but I have yet to obey this mans orders and I’m not about to start doing that. I was in desperation to please him in any which way he desires and he seems to come up with different ways to get himself off and not use my ass. I tried to disassociate from eating his disgusting ass by wondering why he hasn’t used my ass. Did he not enjoy it the first time? Was there a problem? Why is my new sexy skirt on the cold dirty public bathroom floor being unappreciated right now? All these thoughts run through my brain as I lick his rectum clean and stroke his big cock like it’s my job. After a few minutes, he swipes my hand away and takes over and rushes himself to ejaculation. Before he actually ejaculated, he stood upright and turned around and grabbed my face hard with his other hand and brought it up to him. He then came all over my forehead and eye lids. Thank goodness I closed my eyes just in time because it was a lot. He grunted hard and once he stopped he wiped the rest on my lips. First time tasting the tip of his cock in weeks and that was quite the only enjoyment I felt. He then firmly said “wait!” As I was about to collect myself. I opened my eyes, my lashes and lids heavy with cum dripping down around my eyes, looked up confused. He says, “I have to piss hold up” and he points his soft cock down to my strap. He directs his piss into the space I left him from sitting down but he still hits my cock in my strap. He kept pissing and hitting my cock with his piss until he was done. It was a long stream and was very warm but surprisingly not yellow. Fella kept himself hydrated. I was just thankful that didn’t go in my mouth because anything is possible with him and his freak mind. Nothing is predictable at this point.
Once he finishes, he holds his hand out for me to stay and gets his pants back up to him. He buckles himself up and then tells me, “keep my cum on your face. I don’t give a fuck who sees you, they should know what you are” and then unlocks the door and leaves while shutting the door. I began to collect myself and get up from the toilet, grab my skirt and look at myself in the mirror. Forgetting my cock and strap was soaked with urine, I looked for paper towels or toilet paper to dry it off and there’s none to be found. It’s clear this bathroom hasn’t been stocked and once I found that out, I hear a key and a lock sound. My heart DROPS. I rush to the door handle and it’s not turning. This guy…locked me in. I couldn’t believe it. I feel like I need to shit bad from the fucking nerves that rushed my body. I am panicking and trying to turn the knob harder and harder. I began to tear up as I cannot believe I got myself in this situation. I go back onto the app to message the guy and his messages are gone. He either deleted his profile or blocked me…either way I’m fucked. I would knock but guess what? Whoever finds me, find me with loads of cum on my face and piss soaked jock strap with a clearly child skirt and fucking heels. I have no way to clean my face, my strap or my ass after I take this inevitable poop from being beyond nervous. Oh my goodness. This doesn’t end good for me but…that’s another story for another day.
