Three Doors Down -- Postman's Promise
Legal notes apply. This story is in British English.
It was the Saturday after my wild fuck session with Luke and Chris, and I'd spent most of the week doing squats and exercises to snap my arse back into shape. As much as I enjoy being stretched out, I pride myself on having an iron grip on my hole, and a pretty pussy is much more fun to fuck.
That morning I had gotten up, went through the usual cleaning ritual despite Chris and Luke both being away this weekend, and then decided to go for a run. Usually I can't stand running, but given we were heading into December, I could see a beautiful red sunrise at about 8am and I wanted to stay in shape. I threw on an old pair of joggers over a jock strap, a hoodie and a beanie hat, then braced myself against the cold.
Only round the corner from my house is a beautiful city park and golf course, really that's the reason I bought the house in the first place. I headed swiftly up the path between the trees catching my breath in the freezing cold. I'd taken a few hot cocks and pounded a few desperate pussies in the wooded bit of this park, and the place always gave me a bit of a semi just from the memories.
I entered my stride after five minutes or so, and picked up the pace, really working up a sweat. I kept at a decent jog for half an hour before leaving the park, by this point at a walking pace. As I walked to the corner of my road, I went to cross over but the sun was in my eyes. I could make out a car was there and waved it to go past, but it didn't move. Mildly frustrated I went to walk up the road to cross over further up, but the car followed me. As I passed a tree, the shadow allowed me to make out the car; it was in fact a red Royal Mail postal van, and leering out of the window was a dashing, silver-haired Asian guy.
I smiled as I saw him and winked, "have you got a parcel for me Vijay?!"
He laughed, "yep, special big delivery! I'm just going to park the van, go and unlock the house."
I ran past the first ten houses at the start of the road and unlocked the door to number 52. Vijay was close behind and gently pushed me over the threshold so that he could quickly shut the door behind. He turned me around and aggressively pushed his tongue into my mouth, kissing me hard just for a few seconds before pulling away and looking at me. Maintaining eye contact, I felt him put his hand down the front of my underwear, brushing past my cock, a finger reaching to rub my sweaty arse lips. I was so hot and sweaty that my hole was slick, and he popped a finger up and back to rub my prostate.
"I started early so I've got an hour or so to take you properly," he said as my knees went weak, either from the run or more likely the horny situation I was completely absorbed in.
There was no question, merely a statement, he was going to have my arse and he had an hour to enjoy himself doing it. I couldn't wait, the thought of this thick, hairy fucker breeding me for the morning was more than I had hoped for this weekend. He played me like a puppet, supporting most of my weight on with his hand and wiggling the finger inside me.
"What do you want Daddy Vijay to do to you hey?" He smiled, rubbing a second finger against my hole.
"Oooooh fuck me, deliver me that big load," I whimpered, focussing on my tingling pussy.
With a grunt of satisfaction he pulled his finger out of me, licked off the sweat and motioned for us to go upstairs.
I almost fell over as I ran upstairs in anticipation. He followed me up slowly, even here taking his time and exuding control. When we reached the bedroom he took over:
"Take your clothes off and be quick about it."
I did just that, chucking my damp joggers to one side,
"Leave the jock strap on, come over here and undress me."
He had me completely submissive, and I crawled over to him before getting up and easing his red Royal Mail T-Shirt up, revealing his thick but flat stomach, covered in a rug of silver hair against the beautifully brown skin. His pecs were nicely defined and looking at his bear-hug arms I guess he lifted weights, probably to get away from the wife. He lifted his big arms up so I could slip the T-Shirt over his head, and I took my chance to bury my face in his armpits, the scent already telling of his early wake up. I licked and pigged out on each of his pits, finally pulling the T-Shirt over his head and giving him a quick, hard kiss, my tongue sharing the taste of his sweat with him.
I hooked my hands into the waistband of his trousers and pulled them to his ankles in one swift motion, my head arriving at his white underwear. I felt his hand on the back of my head as he held it against his crotch, rubbing the straining fabric over my face. I could see a wet spot had formed slightly, and then with a throb of his shaft a pearl of clear precum was forced through the cotton, ready for me. I could smell the musky, manly smell coming from his heavy balls. I squeezed his cock from the base up to the tip, pushing more precum into his underwear as I reached out with my tongue and tried to gather as much as I could through the cotton.
Vijay took a small step back and pulled his underwear down, letting his fat cock slap against his hairy stomach and leaving a trail of precum. He stepped back towards me and pulled my face towards him, a hand on the back of my head, straight into his sweaty ball sack. He rubbed my face in his scent, marking me, making my cock inadvertently throb and my arse hole contract and relax. He grabbed his cock and rubbed it across my cheeks and lips, smearing his wetness over me. I went to open my mouth to take it in, but I got a stern `no' and a playful slap on my cheek. I obeyed, closing my mouth and letting him rest the full weight of his cock on my lips, the piss slit sitting at the entrance of my closed lips.
"Good boy," he told me, rubbing a hand through my hair.
I felt like an animal being trained with a treat, being forced to behave if I was going to be rewarded with his dick. I closed my eyes and took in the moment. The smell of his mushroom head was intoxicating, and the hefty weight of his thick cock was making my arse tingle in anticipation. I shivered with the overwhelming horniness that I had just realised was making me whine like a bitch in heat.
"Ok."
One word was all it took, permission for me to open my mouth and deep-throat him in one go. Letting the whole shaft sit in my mouth and throat, nose in his silver pubes as I let it consume me. I'd have sat there all day like that, but Vijay had other ideas. He pushed me off,
"Get on the bed, lie on your back, show me your pussy."
I diligently jumped onto the bed and grabbed onto my ankles to present myself to him. Vijay walked over and firmly slapped my waiting hole. I gasped in surprise, but it wasn't hard enough to hurt, just enough to give a warming sensation, nerve endings firing around my delicate arse lips.
"I'm going to keep slapping this hungry pussy until it opens up. Show me how hungry it really is."
With that he slapped my hole again. Each slap my ring tightened, but then relaxed fully, a little more each time. Four, five six, I lost count. By now my hole was fully relaxed, open after each slap.
"Feel it," Vijay commanded.
I tentatively reached down and felt my hole; hot to the touch, swollen lips and gaping wide.
"Oh fuck," I moaned, adrenaline pumping through me as I controlled the urge to finger myself.
Vijay spat at my open pussy, I felt it hit the top of my hole and dribble inside. He mounted the bed, took each of my ankles into his hands, pushed my legs even further back to expose even more of my tunnel, and with one fluid motion plunged his cock into my aching hole right to the base.
And out, all the way to the tip. Back in so hard my head banged back onto the mattress and my eyes rolled into the back of my head. His fat dick was rubbing every inch of my arsehole, pummelling my prostate and stretching my lips like an elastic band. His fuck was relentless. I stared up at him, concentrating on taking his cock like a good bottom, but I could hardly catch my breath to push back at him.
His hands travelled down my legs and grabbed onto my thighs, pulling my arse off the bed and up into his crotch, so that he could get better leverage. He was grunting, and fucking his cock so fast and hard into me that my arse hole had gone numb, just a warm glowing sensation as every inch of his fat brown cock nailed me into oblivion. I was losing control, my hard cock at the mercy of what was going on inside me. I felt a familiar warm feeling, and without warning my cock was pissing all over me. He was fucking the piss out of me, and with each thrust a jet of hot piss splashed my face and chest. I cupped it in my hands and slurped it as he continued to ream me.
"Oh shit this is too much, oh fuck..."
The sight of me drinking my own piss as he fucked it out of me had pushed Vijay over the edge. With a guttural moan he pushed himself so deep inside me and released. I moved my hand to feel his pulsating cock at my entrance, eight, ten shots of delicious cum were being shot into my starving hole.
"Fuck that was hot, your arse is incredible," he smiled down at me, "do me a favour, find some pig to eat out that load I just gave you and film it for me, I need something for the days I'm not balls-deep in your cunt."
"You have my word," I laughed, tightening my ring as he eased himself out of me. I could cum later, and would definitely fulfil my promise to Vijay at the same time.
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