Where’s my dick? It’s in my ass!

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Where’s my dick? It’s in my ass!I couldn’t wait to move out when I turned 18. Living in a small town, working a minimum wage full time job limited my options. I had been saving up to buy a trailer home for some time but just before I could make a down payment on one, it had been sold to someone else. In my haste, I took the next option available….moving into a basement apartment of a former gym teacher’s house. There had been rumors flying around for years as to why Mr. Peterson had been fired from his job. Some said he had sex with the principal’s wife. Some said he was a d**g dealer. Some said he was gay. I didn’t care. I had my own place finally. I had come up a little short on paying first and last months rent with a deposit. Still Mr. Peterson let me have the apartment. There were only small windows, that only allowed very little light in during the day. There wasn’t carpet on the floors, just a few large rugs covering the concrete floor. The shower was very crudely built, just a couple of knobs and a shower head over a drain with a circular curtain. There was a toilet with a small sink. There was one good size room that included my kitchen and living room space. It was furnished with one small dresser for clothes in the small bedroom just off the living room. I bought a slightly used queen size mattress and frame from a friend. I didn’t have any sheets, just an unzipped sleeping bag and a few blankets. It wasn’t much but I thought it was a pretty amazing place.The shower was almost always cold because the water heater didn’t work that well. So I took quick showers. There wasn’t a washer or dryer so, I had to take my clothes to a laundry mat….that also was owned by Mr. Peterson. He also owned the only car wash in town too. I soon discovered that illegal bahis living on my own was very tough on minimum wage. I cut meals out to save money and started walking to work and school instead of driving to save gas money. I lost some weight that second month of living there. As school ended, I took up a second job working at Mr. Peterson’s car wash. This was before coin operated machines had been installed, so I worked there handing out quarters for the five stall car wash and running the operations for the automatic car wash. It was an easy job and quite boring sitting in the very tiny office. My boredom would only be temporary..One very hot afternoon, the temperature was over 100 that day, I was sweating in the small office even with a fan on me. I had taken off my shirt because it was soaked from sweat and was wearing very tiny shorts with tube socks and sneakers. I had been working for about three hours when Mr. Peterson showed up in his red convertible. He had on a white t-shirt, white shorts with a blue stripe, short socks, with red tennis shoes. He walked into the small office and seemed upset about something. He told me to wash out one of the stalls, because there was lots of mud on the ground. I walked around him but as I passed, he grabbed my ass. I jumped up, stunned. My face grew flush and tears formed in my eyes. I turned around and saw him smirk at me. I didn’t say anything, just stared at him. This only angered him. He looked at me and out of know where, he slapped my face. My legs were weak and I fell into a wall. I was crying but tried to wipe away my tears. I looked questioning at him. Mr. Peterson had this look in his eyes, his pupils were large and he was breathing heavily. I stood myself up, shaking. He acted like he illegal bahis siteleri was about to strike me again but stopped when he saw me coward and brace for impact. I didn’t say anything. Then he put his hand down my shorts. The elastic band stretched as he began to touch me. I couldn’t move and didn’t say anything as he groped my tiny cock in his big hairy hands. He got me erect easily. He pulled my shorts down to my knees. I stood there just watching him play with me. He tugged and pulled me closer to him. I could smell him as he kept touching me down there. Soon he was touching my chest, rubbing my nipples, squeezing my ass. I just let him do it. I liked how it felt even though I was scared. I wanted to move but couldn’t, it was an odd and amazing sensation. I didn’t try to look into his eyes, I was embarrassed and could only watch as he manipulated his hands around my body. The groping was very arousing and within just a few minutes, I was ejaculating all over his hands. He kept jerking me off until I stopped twitching and no more cum came out. I did let out a wimpy grunt or two while I was being extracted of juice. My legs were trembling, my shorts now around my ankles, Mr. Peterson was still touching me. I couldn’t look up. He stepped on my shorts and pulled me out from them. He turned me around and pushed me over the small hot desk in the office. He kicked my legs apart and squatted. Then he did something that made me kept in the sticky hot small room…..he buried his face into my ass and licked me. I had this rush sensation come over me. I quivered in delight! I had never felt so much like putty in my life, I felt electric, I made me feel good and weak at the same time. I didn’t move and just let him lick my hole. I gripped the sides canlı bahis siteleri of the table. He kicked and licked. His nose pressed up into me. His hands dug deeply into my honey hips hard. His fingernails ripped into my flesh. I saw him in the reflection of a small mirror as he stood up. I watched him take his shirt off. His hairy tan body glistened of sweat. I saw him pull down his shorts. Then I felt him as he plunged a finger into my tight tiny ass. I jumped and shifted. He pushed it in deeper as I yelped loudly. I tried to move but he leaned over me. The heat radiating from his body was overpowering and it made me feel very weak. He jammed another finger in. It hurt, I let out a louder “unggh!” Mr. Peterson didn’t say anything, his breathing was heavy and I could feel its weight on my sweaty back. He fingered me hard as he pried me open. I didn’t like the feeling. It was very painful but I was too scared to say anything or move. He plugged me with his thick fingers over and over. I small ounces of relief when he took them out only to have them rammed up inside me. It felt like something was coming up my throat. It didn’t end there…What felt like a huge fist being forced up into my ass, was Mr Peterson’s extra thick cut tip entering. I had never screamed harder in my life. I was hoping someone might hear as he tore me apart….but no one did. He grunted as he pushed every inch of himself into me. I tried pushing him out but couldn’t stop his advance. My legs were kicking, my knees banging into the metal side of the desk. My fingers were gripping the sides of the table so hard. I was banging my head down on the top, trying to forget about the pain….hoping I might black out from it all. Then I did!I don’t know how long I was out but when I came too….it was over. I was on top of the desk, face down, covered in sweat, naked and alone. The door to the office was still open. I looked around and there was no sign of Mr. Peterson. I was relieved…then I notice my clothes were gone….

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