A Visit to an Adult Store

He reached down and grabbed my butt cheeks and positioned his cock at my opening. I couldn't move. I sobbed and begged him not to hurt me.

"Shut up," he said, and thrust that big cock into me. I literally saw stars. I was too overcome to scream as his hands manipulated my body as he impaled me. he must have seen the terror in my eyes because he smiled to himself, thrust hard into me and planted his lips on mine.

His mouth had such a strong hold on mine that I couldn't breathe. I thought I would pass out, but he finally released my mouth and attacked my neck with his mouth and teeth, all the while pumping into me over and over. I finally was able to catch my breath and cry out, and that only seemed to encourage him. he had a wild look in his eyes. He released my butt cheeks and ran his gnarled hands up and down my slim sides while his mouth attacked my neck. My bare, fragile-looking shoulders moved from side-to-side in total surrender to his wanton desires.

I was getting fucked, and I was starting to like it. His cock was sliding up and down in me easier, and my legs tried to wrap themselves around his fat torso. His hands moved rapidly up and down my sides. His face came up and looked at me in my obvious ecstacy and surrender. I reached up and tenderly took his head in both my hands, bringing his lips to mine. I gently nibbled on his lower lip with both of mine. As he slowly moved away, my teeth lingered on his lip. He was fucking me more violently now. My blue eyes stared seductively into his brown ones. I could tell he was getting close as he banged me up and down.

I shimmied my bare shoulders, and whispered, "Do me. I want you."

That did it. He shouted my name, grabbed my bare, soft shoulders and sunk his teeth into my neck. This time, I was sure he drew blood, but I was so turned on that I didn't care. He plunged deeply into me, and although I couldn't actually feel his cum, I knew that he was shooting his load into my virgin body. He kept pumping and pumping and I was keeping up with him as best I could.

Finally, he collapsed on top of me, breathing like an ancient locomotive and sucking at where he had pierced my neck.

He fell asleep where he lay on me, and his cock softened and plopped out of me. I lay there under him, my left arm resting around his neck. I hadn't cum again, but I had a strange satisfaction that I had pleased my man.

He woke up with a snort after about 15 minutes and kissed me tenderly on my lips. His arms drew me into him tightly, as if he knew he had had perhaps the last great sexual experience of his life. I kissed him passionately and told him I really should be going. He didn't say anything, but allowed me to get up.

I stood up, and he looked at me, Again disheveled, with a small trickle of blood coming from my neck. I went into the small bathroom, wriggled out of the harem outfit, urinated, washed my neck and stopped the bleeding with some toilet paper before dressing in the clothes I came in with. I smoothed my hair, with half on either side of my shoulders. Looking at myself in the mirror, I looked good, if a little tired. His rough beard had made my neck and cheeks a little red. I looked at the clock on the wall. It was 3:40 a.m.

When I came out, he was still naked. He rose to meet me. In his hands was a pink teddy that he must have taken off the lingeree rack while I was changing.

"Stay the night with me," he said. "I'd like to see you in this."

"Some other time," I said. I tried to hand him the harem outfit, but he raised a hand and told me to keep it. "Here," he said, handing me the plastic bag with the dildo and lubricant. I thought that was sweet, and moved to him to give him a kiss goodbye on his stubbled cheek.

He ran his hands lightly up and down my bare arms. He brought my lips to his, and I submitted to him for one last time. His rough lips somehow seemed old and tired. I moved my arms around his neck and he ran his hands up and down my bare sides while we kissed tenderly.

I finally broke the kiss and said, "I've gotta go."

He held my bare, slim waist with both hands going completely around it.

"My cum is inside your body," he said quietly before kissing me again.

"I know," I whispered. "I've gotta go."

"I don't turn you on anymore?" he asked, kissing me again.

"No," I lied. "I have to leave."

I gave him a farewell kiss, allowing my lips to linger on his for a few moments and turned away from him. I looked around for my raincoat, and saw it near the entrance. "You'll unlock the door for me?" I asked.

I looked back at him over my right shoulder. I saw an ugly, fat, old man who was already in his 40s when I was still a baby. But this ugly, fat old man had just taken my virginity, and there was something about him in his nakedness that made me feel pretty, vulnerable and feminine.

"You wanted to find out what it's like to feel like a woman," he said simply. "I could tell that's what you wanted. Well, now you know."

I realized he was right. I had experienced trepidation, desire, fear, lust, indifference, humiliation, submission, pain and fulfillment with this man. My neck had been made to bleed. My head hurt from him pulling my hair. My nipples were raw and would be sore for a week, and my anus had been violated so violently that I didn't know if it would ever feel normal again. Oh, and my lips were chapped and tender from his countless kisses.

And there he was, his big, hairy belly sticking out, and asking me to return to his embrace.

As I looked over at him, I found my right shoulder raising up to touch my chin as my right hand went to my bare waist. He smiled, knowing that I was flirting with him again.

"Oh well," I said as I turned, reached up and rested my arms around his neck. "Let's see how I'd look in that teddy."