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I'd been out and had a few drinks, but wasn't drunk. It's s few miles home and it was late - I think about 2:30 in the morning - so I took a cab.
The taxi driver was an Asian guy. He was very chatty, which is unusual. Muslim taxi drivers can be offended by people being drunk and can be a bit disapproving and surly. Anyway, this one was chatty. The drive takes about twenty minutes so we had some time.
The talk was pretty anodyne at first but he started to slip in some more personal stuff. I told him I'd been out with some of the lads to which he asked "No girls?". He seemed obsessed with talking about girls. About the ones he got in his cab and how some of them came onto him. But he said he wouldn't touch them - nothing but trouble. Said I was sensible to avoid that kind of girl. He asked if I was married or had a girlfriend. He told me he was married and had a good wife. Told me I should get a good wife too. Anyway, it was all friendly stuff. Obviously he'd sussed I was gay but I couldn't tell what he really thought about it.
Eventually he pulled up outside my house. I settled the fare. Then he reached across to shake my hand, which seemed a strange thing to do. We shook hands and he held mine firmly. The thing is he didn't rush to let go and neither did I. His hand felt warm. We looked at each other and eventually he spoke, just saying "The good thing about this job is I can take a break whenever I need one". I asked "When's your next one". He answered, "Soon. Could be now". We were still holding our handshake. The hints couldn't really have been any bigger, so I asked him if he wanted to come in and take his break here. He pulled onto the drive and radioed in that he was taking a break.
He was a fair bit older than me - early fifties I'd guess. As soon as the door closed behind us he seemed to take charge of me. I'd guess he was a father - and a strict one.
There was an edge to him which got me excited. He pulled me to him and kissed me - reaching round and squeezing my arse as he did so. He broke the kiss but kept massaging my arse. He opened my pants and pushed them down. His hands felt hot on my naked cheeks. He spun me round. He pressed against me, grinding against my arse. I could feel his hard cock through his pants. He asked "Does your boyfriend do this?" I told him I didn't have a boyfriend. "You need a man - you've got a hot arse", he said, "I will take care of it".
With that he pushed his pants down and sat in the middle of the settee. He signaled for me to climb on his lap. His cock was average size but quite thick and had a big flared mushroom head. I knew I needed lube. I quickly struggled out of my pants and shoes and socks and ran to the bedroom for the lube, smearing it on my arse as I returned to him.
I straddled him. He pulled my cheeks apart as I reached behind and held his cock upright. I lowered myself carefully enjoying all the pain and pleasure of his flared cockhead penetrating me. I sank all the way down on him. He peeled off his shirt then sat back smiling as I rode him like a cock-hungry slut. It was too much for me and I came all too quickly leaving trails and splashes of my snow-white cum across his dark brown chest and belly. He took over then, lifting me to give himself room then using fast, long, violent thrusts, like he was raping me before finally impaling me - pushing me back down hard onto him as his cock jerked wildly spraying his cum inside me. After a few moments he slapped me hard on the side of my buttock and told me "That's mine now". He needed to get back to work so he dressed and left. I had a feeling I would see him again but didn't know when. He was obviously a respectable muslim family man but I knew he would be back for some more of my arse.
It was four days later when I answered a knock at the door late at night. It was him. He was barely through the door when he took hold of me from behind, kissing my neck and pressing against me. I managed to turn to face him and he kissed me open-mouthed, his tongue penetrating my mouth and dancing with mine.
I led him through to the bedroom. We stood kissing as his hands were all over me, opening my shirt and pushing it off my shoulders to the floor. Then opening my pants and pushing them, and my underpants down. He was grabbing and squeezing my arse as we kissed. For some reason he started talking to me asking "You been good? You kept yourself clean for me?". Well I had wanked someone off in the toilets the day before so I told him. It seemed pretty mild to me plus I thought it might turn him on. His mood changed. He pulled back form me. His face was like thunder. He shouted at me, called me a slut, told me I was his and should respect him. He forcibly turned me and threw me face down on the bed. I turned my head and watched as he pulled his belt off and wrapped the buckle end around his fist. I knew what was coming and buried my head in the bed sheets. The belt lashed across my buttocks. Six times it forced muffled cries from me as I felt the fierce stinging pain. My eyes were watering, tears running down my cheeks. Finall, he dropped the belt.
I felt him pull my pants, underpants, shoes and socks off all in one go. Then he was on top of me, kissing up and down my body, running his tongue over my shoulders and neck, down my back and over my fiery red buttocks.
He stood up and undressed in seconds. I looked and saw his cut cock was hard and dripping wet and pointing straight at me. Then he was on top of me again, kissing and touching me. His body
electric against mine. He was like a man possessed and was completely and utterly in control of me. He took hold of the insides of my thighs and pulled my legs wide apart. His hands were pulling my cheeks apart, exposing my hole. He spit on it several times until I could feel his saliva running down my crack towards my balls. He used a finger to spread his spit around. My hole was so sensitive now, as soon as his fingertip touched me there it made me moan out loud and push my arse up towards him. He called me a "hot cunt" then my body went rigid with pleasure as he thrust his finger right into me. "You hot little cunt" he repeated as he finger fucked me. He pulled his finger out just as suddenly as he had entered me. More spit then he lowered his body. I felt his cockhead touch me and again my body's reflex was to push up towards it. He began to apply pressure. I moved around beneath him, helping to work his cock into my crack then suddenly my body yielded. There was a sharp pain as his cockhead opened me up and made the initial breach.
He slowly sank his cock into the hilt then lay on me, his full weight on my back, pressing down on me. He ground his cock around a bit to loosen me then he fucked me deep and hard. Such long thrusts - almost pulling out then slamming in again. I could feel his cock head deep in my guts.
He was relentless. I've never been fucked at such a pace for so long. No variation at all just a headlong rush as he shafted the life out of me. Eventually the thrusts became staccato and uncontrolled as his climax hit him. I felt his cock begin to jerk around as he continued to shaft me and I felt his hot spunk pumping into me.
Gradually he slowed down and stopped. His cock had lost its hard edge and was in that lovely swollen rubbery state you get after cumming.
After several minutes he slipped out of me and rolled onto his back beside me. I kissed and licked all down his hot sweaty body. Finally I sucked his soft cock into my mouth and rolled it around with my tongue enjoying licking the taste of my arse and the remnants of his cum off of it.
As I brought my head back up he wrapped his strong arm around me and pulled me to him. I said sorry.
We lay there with my head on his shoulder for a time. I closed my eyes and dozed. until I was woken by movement. I looked down and saw him flicking his cock from side to side, working to arouse himself.
He shook me gently and told me to suck him. The feeling of my warm mouth soon had the blood pumping into his penis. The shaft became rigid, the fat head filled my mouth. He pulled me off and told me to sit on it. I told him I needed to get some lube but he told me to use his spunk. I wasn't sure what he meant but he quickly added "Come on, you've got plenty of my cum in your hot cunt to use".
I knelt astride him. I strained and squeezed and some of his earlier load began to dribble out of me. He smiled. I reached behind and rubbed his cock head in the thick sticky second-hand spunk before positioning it in my crack. I began to lower myself but he told me to hold still then without warning he arched his back and thrust his cock up me. It slid right in until his body slapped against my arse.
He began to fuck me wildly. He looked at my hard cock bouncing around as he shafted me then leered at me and let out a string of abuse. "Your my fucking queer boy. You respect me or I will beat your arse again til you cry. I know you love my cock. You're just a fucking queer boy who loves a real man's cock up your arse."
His dick was slick and his earlier load was being pumped back out of me -- getting trapped behind that big mushroom head with every upward thrust then pulled back down my passage as he pulled back. It was oozing out down his slick shaft. He seemed to relish the feeling and the obscene gurgling, farting noises his fuck was making.
He lifted me and turned me on my back then fucked me face to face. His face was inches from mine. " Tell me how it feels", he said "tell me how good my dick feels". We were locked in each other's gaze as I told him what a stud he was, how good his big fat cockhead felt, how much I loved his straight cock fucking me senseless. When I fell silent for a moment he started up again. "I've got another big load of spunk for my boy. It's hot and thick. You want me to pump it up your cunt?" I begged him for it, begged him to dump his cum in me.
He was stretched out now doing push ups on me, his cock travelling its full length with every thrust. I felt myself cumming. I hadn't touched my cock but almost without warning I felt a climax start somewhere deep in my guts triggered by his fucking. My cock started to pulse out my load onto my belly and chest. He felt my ring tighten and when I'd finished he looked down to see the last strand of thick stringy cum hanging from my cockhead. He looked pleased with himself. Then he was cumming too, blasting another load of spunk into me.
We were motionless, recovering, his knob still inside my soaking ,sticky hole. He just said "You're my bitch", and I nodded. He added "I mark my territory". I didn't know what he meant.I felt some movement inside me. At first I thought his knob was slipping out but then I felt a strange hot sensation. I realised he was pissing into me, giving me a warm golden enema. He told me I was his now and only his. He warned me not to go with anyone else. Thinking of the beating I'd just taken, I answered "No sir". He gave an evil smile at my subservience. He pulled out of me and I lowered my legs slowly and carefully, trying not to let any piss leak from me. He straddled my face. His cock was shiny with my juices and his spunk. It smelt musky. He slapped my face with his cock and pressed it to my lips. I opened my mouth and took his softening cock right to the pubes before tightening my lips around the base.
He began to strain and released the remaining flow of piss into my mouth. I was on my back and had no choice but to swallow it or choke. Anyway, I knew I would be in touble if I spilled it. Twice my mouth filled completely and I swallowed.
The final flow was less. I just held it in my mouth until I was sure he had finished then swallowed again. It tasted salty and strong.
I watched him dress and saw him out. Drips of piss escaped as I walked.He left promising to be back tomorrow night. I sat on the toilet and let his piss and spunk stream out of me. When I'd done I pushed my fingers into my gaping wet hole. It felt wrecked. My arse cheeks were still stinging too. I couldn't resist taking hold of my cock with my other hand. I closed my eyes and tried to remember everything as I pumped myself to another shuddering climax.
My taxi driver was stocky and a bit paunchy but nothing he couldn't carry.
His beautiful brown body was covered in thick dark hair. I was glad I was his because that meant he was mine too.