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Subject: {ASSM} Mirrored Reversal (Chapter 7)
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Mirrored Reversal (Chapter 7)
 
    The days turned quickly into  weeks and now months since I discovered 
the power of the mirror.  Thinking  on the changes I have gone through in 
this time, not just the very obvious  physical difference of one body to the 
other; but the deeper emotional,  psychological changes.  
    The man, now a bread winner; but  a recluse as to a social life that is 
virtually non-existent now that Patrice  comes into being shortly after 
arriving home from work.  The practiced  movement of my fingers over the glyphs 
smooth and quick.  The apartment  from my former life now emptied of 
personal belongings that now fill this  inherited house.  Two very different 
people occupying this single physical  body.  The man normal in most ways 
including his sexual needs.  The  woman driven and demanding in her sexual needs, 
as much as she is submissive and  needing to be physically and emotionally 
humiliated and brutalized.  I  would say that brutalized in body and spirit 
are what she craves.
    As I have thought with the first  occurrences that it is sort of a 
Dorian Gray situation; but transformation is  really like a Dr Jeckel and Mr. 
Hyde story with the Mr. Hyde being a Miss or  Mrs. Hyde.  The woman running 
amok.
    Looking into the mirror and  seeing my fingers unconsciously rubbing 
over the puffy lips of my cunt, feeling  the moisture just beading inside the 
warm ridges of my slit.  Forcing  my hand from touching the aroused flesh.  
Standing up and looking at my  body, hands to my sides, legs apart.  The 
long thick nipples jutting  proudly from the gently slope of breast flesh, the 
fat pads of the outer  cunt lips full and protruding lewdly from the 
hairless vee of my lower  body.
    The exercise that I do regular  showing in that the body is now toner 
then the first time I saw it.  Not  sure that the gym is where I need to go 
for a few days, as I am aware as  soon as I change, of the soreness, pleasant 
soreness of my pussy from  the encounter with the weightlifters.  My throat 
is still a bit sore  also.
    I suppose the smart thing would  have been to let the tissue heal; but 
Fritz has become use to regular pieces of  ass, my ass.  
    "Ohhhh," the word half  exclamation, half giggle as I realize that one 
of the weightlifters was named  Fritz.  At least I thing that is what the 
other man called him.  But  then I wasn't very cognizant of who the men were, 
name wise.  Just that  they excited me, turned me on and then fucked me hard.
    Almost feeling guilty that I  have not answered or returned John's call 
from the past few days.  He gives  a nice hard fuck; but why have just one 
when you can have three.  Turning  around to look at my ass in the mirror, a 
little big; but firm.  My hips a  little wide; but haven't heard anyone 
complain about them.  The long legs,  really my best asset, especially now that 
I have a tan on them and the rest of  my body.
    Taking a last look at my middle  female body then changing back as my 
fingers brush around the mirror.   Looking at myself nude.  Not a bad body 
for a man forty plus; but I can  pinch more then an inch.  Need to give the 
body more time working  out.  Laughing softly as I think of my other work outs.
    Now getting down to the business  at hand.  The package Clone your own 
Willy Kit.  I know I am getting a  bit far out there as I experiment more 
and more with my new found body; but I  really can't help myself.  So far, I 
don't think of fucking men when in my  man body; but I am losing my desire to 
go out and fuck a woman.  My hand is  becoming my best friend.  
    Anyway, I have bought this kit  at the bequest of Patrice and will try 
to see if I can follow instructions and  come up with a nice lifelike 
reproduction of my cock.  Thinking on some of  the women that I have done and as 
my fingers move along the soft cock finding  that I am getting the reaction 
that I desire.  Looking at the pictures from  my phone and seeing some nice 
erotic shots of Patrice.  
    I know it is sick; but I am  actually excited and turned on by the 
pictures of her lewd poses and  masturbating.  She has left me a few videos to 
taunt me with and to become  the subject of those infrequent nights when I 
don't change to be my "alter  ego."  I don't know if that is the proper term 
for the relationship that  Patrice and I have.  But looking at her in the 
pictures and reliving in my  "mind's eye", I have become quite aroused by her 
erotic  adventures.
    Anyway, with my hard on ready  and the preparation made up, letting the 
mold form around my cock and making a  really pretty decent plastic mold of 
 my cock.  I am sure she wishes  it was bigger; but it is what it is.
    Letting it cure as I am pleased  with the result and am sure she will 
want to go over it minutely on the  morrow.  Donning my robe that is a 
terrycloth; but a nice compromise or at  least neutral in sex.
    Not wanting to waste the hard on  as I shower and jerk off in the 
shower with a nice heart felt explosion of cum  on the clear doors.  The 
following work day long listening to John  bemoaning the fact that he hasn't seen 
had a piece of ass from his bitching girl  in a few days.
    Trying not to picture John  fucking Patrice, as I feel that I already 
have problems without conjuring up a  hard on from the thought of John 
fucking Patrice.
    Tired and weary from the long  day at work; but a hot shower has 
revived me as I take a long drink of scotch  and myself up to the attic and the 
mirror.  Working up a hard on and  beating it off into a small vial, to 
partially fill the slender tube with a  pearly white goo.
    Losing a few seconds of time or  maybe less as the transformation takes 
place.  Looking at the almost back  to normal body, and just a hint of 
bruising on my breasts.  Then turning to  find the newly formed cock.  The color 
a bit off; but as I inspect it, it  does look like the cock that I have 
when my other self.  
    Using my best oral ministrations  to revere and slick up the ersatz 
cock.  At least I don't have to fear that  it will spurt and shrink or shrink 
and spurt.  Had one of those already in  my short fucking career.
    Taking the fat cut head and  rubbing it around my aching nipples, as I 
sit back on the sofa, legs spread  wide.  Moaning with pleasure as the cock 
head slides over and around the  sensitive tips and then tracing it down 
over the smooth flesh of my tummy.   My open legs already trembling as I slide 
the mushroom cap over and slightly  parting the swollen flesh of my outer 
labia.  My eyes closing for a second,  then forcing them open to watch in the 
mirror, as I reverse the dildo in my hand  and work it along the lips.  
Seeing the slickness of the inner walls, as I  part them slowly with the soft 
but not warm head head.
    My hips lifting and legs spread  more to accommodate the head at the 
entrance to my tunnel and then with a slight  nudge of my hand, press the knob 
against the opening.  The thickness  parting the lips and then spreading 
the walls apart as I work the first two  inches into my pussy. 
    Lifting my hips and pressing to  the dildo, feeling it slide deeper 
into my wet hole.  My wrist flicking the  fat knob along the passageway.  
Moaning softly as I feel the cock filling  my vagina, spreading the walls and the 
walls sheathing it.  
    The pressure building in my body  as I move my hand faster and using 
longer deeper strokes to push it in to my  fingertips.  Clenching on it and 
squeezing it hard for long seconds.  
    My chest heaving with the  exertion, my breathing ragged as I move 
closer to a much needed release.   My other hand, fingers toying with the folds 
above my opening.  Rubbing  quick and hard and alternating a raking of my 
fingernail over the smooth  bump.  Whimpering as I feel my walls contract and 
then again, my body  lifting to my hand and shuddering as I come.  Pulling 
out the dildo then  swiping it with the seed that I collect in the vial and 
then shoving it into my  hot volcanic hole.  Coating my walls with the thick 
white jism.   Letting the rest ooze from the vile and unto my tummy, and 
then rubbing the  semen into my folds and over my clitoris.
    Reveling in the fact that I have  my cock and seed, coating my cunt and 
pearl.  Laying back and breathing  deeply as I slowly work it in and out of 
my body, taking another orgasm from my  sweaty flesh.  Shaking, as I lay 
back the replica buried deep in my  pussy.  Closing my eyes and trying to 
bring myself down.
    The dildo easing from my  cunt.  My hand catching it and bringing it to 
my lips and tongue to be  cleaned.  Tasting my grease and a weak taste of 
male semen on the molded  surface.  Tongue tracing over the veins distended 
from the shaft.  
    Realizing that the cock is not  really a large or long one, as I had 
prided myself as having.  Just normal  in size and it is filling; but it 
doesn't stuff and stretch as I so need at  times.
    The other realization is that I  am still horny.  I need a cock or two 
and I need some hard sex.  My  heart pumping faster as I admit that I need a 
hard fuck.  The masturbation  just blew on the ashes of my lust and fanned 
them into an open flame.  
    Slipping on my robe and taking  the dildo down to be cleaned more 
thoroughly and placing it in the accompanying  case and placing it in my night 
stand.
    Then finding a thick sweat  shirt and donning it and walking to the den 
to find my Fritz, laying in a  corner snoozing noisily.  Squatting in front 
of him and petting his  head for a few moments, before he noses me between 
the legs and pushes me on my  ass.  His tongue greedily pushing against the 
fevered flesh of my labia and  swiping inside of my horny hole.
    The tongue feeling so good; but  needing more then his tongue as I push 
him away with some growls and then kneel  on all fours in front of my 
master.  Not needing to shake my ass at him, as  his paws are quickly on the 
small of my back and then sliding to grip my sides  as he walks his randy cock 
to the fat lips of my cunt.  Guiding it in with  one hand as his backside 
begin the fevered assault of my  hot and seeping  cunt.  
    Lowering my head to the floor as  he pounds hard against my cunt lips 
and quickly empties a thick load of his seed  into my cunt.  The knot only 
partially lodged and the dog freeing himself  easily after cumming.  Cupping 
my used pussy with one hand as I reach for a  box of tissues with another and 
catch the drip of most of the seed from wetting  the hard wood floor.
    Turning to my quick lover and  seeing him going back to his spot and 
licking at his cock, cleaning or savoring  the taste on it.  What he did not 
do was scratch the itch, just made me  more aware of it.
    Moaning as I lick my hand of his  thin seed and push myself from the 
floor.  My cunt still aflame with need,  as I walk to the bedroom and try to 
think as I open my closet and look at my  clothing.  The bar or the gym.  
Eyes looking to the clock and seeing  it is early and most likely my weight 
lifters will not be at the gym for a few  more hours at least.  
    At least it is summer and no  need of a lot of clothing to go out and 
find some cock.  To think that I  use to say "go out and find some pussy." 
Looking and deciding on front  button skirt and a shirt waist top that did not 
quite meet the skirt and showed  off a nice patch of flat tummy.  A pair of 
flats and no undies of  course.
    Grabbing my gym bag and checking  to see I have an outfit in their, for 
just in case.  Then my purse and  phone.
    The ride to the bar, where else  to find guys and pick them up, quick 
and uneventful.  Franks Bar and Grill,  my home away from home and my hunting 
ground.  I do realize that most  regulars know that I am not the lady you 
meet and bring home to meet  momma.  I am sure I am called a slut and whore 
and hot fuck; and those I  haven't fucked or sucked, wished that I would.
    The summer weather warm and my  clothing a bit sticky as I walk from 
the parking lot to the raucous bar.   The noise of a rowdy bunch hitting my 
ear drums as I push the door open, that  and the cooling wash of AC, pricking 
at the flesh around my already hard  nipples.  Puckering them into hard 
Hershey Kisses of  sensation.
    Nodding to a few of the regulars  as I wend my way through the tables 
and find my spot at the corner of the  bar.  A cocktail glass lifted by the 
bartender and a nod of my head  confirms that I will have a brandy Manhattan 
straight up.  This is just a  one or two drink night, as I will shift to the 
gym if I can't find some  action  here at the bar.
    Crossing one legs over the other  to get the attention I crave.  The 
long tan legs exposing for just a  moment, some of my flesh lips maybe, as I 
settle my skirt on my leg and open  another button from the bottom.  The open 
buttons showing a lot of leg and  maybe hinting of invitation.
    The top though not tight to my  chest, loose and light enough to let my 
small breasts jiggle and the nipples rub  teasingly against the material.  
I think the movement of my breasts causes  me more pleasure then it gives 
others.
    Talking to the bartender between  his waiting on customers.  He watches 
over me and we split my free drinks  at the end of the night.  I really 
don't drink eight or ten drinks in a  night, and that is often the number of 
coasters backing up my  drink.
    He isn't a bad fuck either, as I  have had him in the stock room  once. 
 Looking around and seeing that  there is more then one man that has 
received my attention.  Smiling wryly,  I would definitely call myself a slutty 
whore.
    The men that I know here are not  the men that will give me or haven't 
given me what I am looking for  tonight.  A nice rough fuck is what I have 
in mind.
    Oh, I keep the men interested as  I circulate around the tap room.  
Sitting with one and then leaning against  another at the bar, my hand working 
its magic, appraising and stimulating and  occasionally getting one of them 
off in their pants.
    Cock teasing and building my  arousal as I let one get a feel of my 
ass, another fondle a breast, more a brief  glimpse of my pussy as I open my 
legs for a few moments, and then close the view  of heaven for some.
    The gym seems like the place I  will have to go for some relief as none 
of the men I have been teasing have  become real aggressive or rough.  Even 
opening more buttons on my skirt is  not getting the response that I 
desire.  Yes, more looks some obvious  others hiding their glances; but no in my 
face proposals.
    Sighing, thinking my skill at  getting men to want me; has quickly 
faded, maybe I have had my fifteen minutes  of fame.  Or maybe the men are 
scared of me, maybe I am much too obvious  and blatant and threaten their 
manhood.  Wondering if maybe that is my  sublimated manhood expressing itself.
    Becoming less sure of myself as  I have my second drink, then a third.  
My eyes lighting up as my friend  John comes into the bar, nods to me and 
gets himself a shot of whiskey and a  beer chaser.  His second shot downed 
quickly and beer in hand coming over  to stand by me as I turn to him on the 
swivel bar stool.
    Smiling as I see his eyes go  down to my lap and the mostly unbuttoned 
skirt, that is only hiding a few inches  of thigh.
    His kiss on my cheek brushing  against my ear as his lips slide to 
whisper, "up to your cock teasing ways  Patrice."  The hand that was holding the 
beer switched and now pressed to  the inside of my thigh, making me shiver 
with the chill, as the ice hand meets  very warm thighs.
    Arching and moaning loudly as  his hand slides up the last few inches 
of thigh and finds the bare swollen flesh  of my labia.  My thighs trapping 
his hand for a moment, then relaxing to  let the finger tips to tease the fat 
lips and spread to allow the first joint of  his fingers to slip into the 
entrance.  His fingers fucking slowly the  initial two inches of my cunt as 
my hips begin to rock into his fingers as he  now holds them still.  
    My eyes slitting as I feel my  heartbeat beginning to race and my 
breathing catching as his fingers withdraw  and then press into the wet tunnel.  
Mewling as his fingers slip up the  slit and find the partially hidden 
pearl.  The rough finger pad gliding  over the small button and then circles it 
as I reach for his wrist with both  hands and pull his hand away.  My eyes 
moving back and forth as I feel the  pressure beginning to build in my core.  
My thighs and hands holding his  finger in my pussy, as his thumb now 
massages my aroused  clitoris.
    Hunching forward and leaning on  his shoulder as he forces the two 
fingers deeper, despite my attempt to hold him  from further entry.  My mouth 
sucking at his neck with hard lips and teeth  as his thumb flicks across my 
clit and then back again.  Giving John a  substantial hickey on his shoulder 
as my legs thighs open and his thick blunt  fingers press all the way into my 
cunt.
    My body shuddering with a small  orgasm, wetting his fingers with my 
juices as I contract and spasm on his  fingers.  His laugh causing me to 
flush, as he hasn't been next to me for  three minutes and has taken a cum from 
my body.  
    The bastard knows I am needy and  taking advantage of me as he grips 
one of my wrists and places it over the bulge  in his pants.  My fingers 
tracing it and massaging up and down the shaft as  he stands close between my 
legs.  
    Not content with some simple  frottage, my fingers find the zipper of 
his jean and tug it down and free his  stiff cock from the confines.  The man 
stick warm and hard and pulsing as  my long slender fingers wrap around it 
and stroke from shaft to the thick  knob.
    John turning his head to talk to  the man next to him at the bar as I 
continue to wack his cock in my hands.   Rubbing the leaking precum over the 
smooth head and adding a little of my  saliva, drooled into my hand to give 
some lubrication.
    The more I stroke and jack his  cock, the hornier I am becoming.  
Squeezing it and tugging it as I  discreetly, well I hope it is discreetly, try 
to get his attention and that I  would like to go some place nearby.  
    The fuck purposely ignoring my  hints and talking about some stupid 
baseball game, as his fingers are just  inside my cunt.  Fighting myself not to 
moan out loud as I try to get his  fingers deep in me again.  Using my 
nails and knowing that they are making  his conversation difficult, as I rake 
them along the vein on the underside of  his prick.
    "You fucking asshole,"  my  voice hissing into his ear, "I need you to 
fuck me and I need it  now."
    Wanting to slap his face as he  turns to me, gives a grin and back to 
the man alongside of him.
    Taking my drink and finishing it  with a shaky hand, pissed off now at 
his fucking arrogance.  Then cursing out loud as his cock spits his seed 
into my hand and on my arm, then my thighs  and open skirt.&  His hips jerking 
just a little as the thick goo spews into  the air and again and again coats 
me with his sperm.
    My hand sloppy with the sticky  white globs as I finish him off, 
milking out the last pearly white drops from  the piss slit.  Feeling the 
frustration as I suck the cum from my hand and  pull his hand from between my legs 
and turn away from him as he continues  talking as if not a think happened.
    The fucking prick, shot my seed  all over the place; but where I needed 
it most.  Inside my fucking  body.
    Trying to ignore him as he wipes  his slimey cock on my thigh, but 
feeling a shudder as the warm head presses  against my flesh.  The cock still 
hard, and laughing as I think he needs a  fuck as bad as I do.  He has 
probably been without a piece of ass since I  gave him some last.
    John isn't a really great  conversationalist or ladies man; only a 
certain type would put up with an  asshole like him.  A needy bitch like me or a 
whore he would have to  pay.
    Sipping a fresh drink as he  ignores me totally now and bull shits with 
others of the guys.  Walking  around, after tucking his cock back in his 
pants, and giving everyone the glad  hand.  Myself, I am stewing in the 
corner, my thighs and skirt wet with his  scum.  Using a bar napkin and a glass of 
water to clean my hand and arm and  then wipe at my thighs and skirt.
    More frustrated then ever as I  watch the prick moving from table to 
table and even using some of the charm he  doesn't have on some fucking homely 
bimbo.
    Damn straight I am getting  pissed and jealous of everyone getting his 
time and attention.
    Wishing there was some half ass  decent guy for me to fuck with and 
make the nasty fuck jealous.  Not seeing  one man that I find attractive in any 
way at the moment, other then  John.
    Finally, checking my skirt and  seeing it has dried from his cum drops 
and not able to watch this little show of  John's, I give the bartender a 
tip and turn in my coasters for a little  gain.
    Sliding from my stool, my skirt  riding up and exposing my bare cunt 
for all who might see and tugging the skirt  back in place as I move to the 
door and into the parking lot.
    Hearing the door open and close  behind me.  "Patrice, hold up you 
bitch."  John's voice carrying  across the darkness of the lot.
    His arm spinning me around and  pulling me tight to him.  His lips 
brutally pressing against mine as he  rubs his groin into my mound.  I can feel 
the hardness of his cock in his  pants and then the feel of his hand 
reaching down and cupping at the fat lips of  my cunt.  His body pushing me back a 
feet steps to bang into a car in the  lot and then his rough fingers 
squeezing my cunt lips hard, like one would  squeeze the juice out of a lemon.  
    My grease leaking onto his  fingers and hand and then feeling him swipe 
his hand over my face, wiping the  musky oil of my cunt on my face, as he 
steps back.
    Panting hard, as I look at him  in the glow of the street lamps.  His 
perpetual sneer, on his face.   His look of satisfaction triumph as I lick at 
the sticky juice around my lips  and then feel the sudden shock of his hand 
stinging hard my left  cheek.
    A loud groan and half scream as  I bite the sound back and feel the 
sting and heat in the soft flesh.  The  pain, a warming glow as I feel my 
nipples aching now.  My legs spreading  wide to split the skirt open enough to 
expose my bare pubes to the night  air.
    My fingers reaching down and  undoing a couple of more buttons, the fat 
pads of my cunt, now easily visible as  I undo a third one.  Two buttons 
holding up the skirt, as it is spread  lewdly wide in the front.  Taking my 
hand and slowly inserting two fingers  into the the sloppy slit.  The sound of 
my fingers wetly plunging into the  needy hole audible in the quietness of 
the night.
    Smiling as John steps forward  and pulls my fingers from my cunt and 
sucks on them.  Feeling the warm  wetness of his mouth and tongue as he steps 
forward again and his hands find my  breasts under the thin material of my 
top.  A soft squeeze of the yielding  flesh and then a firmer one.  Then his 
fingers tightening into hard  pinches, on the swollen nipples, making my 
knees buckle as a writhe in his grip  to escape the pain of his fingers 
crushing the sensitive tissue.
    Moaning and hissing as my thighs  squeeze tight, feeling a quick spasm 
inside of my body.  Then being pulled  by one breast, the fingers still 
tight on the nipple, to the back of the parking  lot and the service entrance to 
the bar.
    John spinning me around hard and  pushing me forward, my hands reaching 
to brace against the wall of a dumpster as  my legs spread wide apart.  Not 
needing his direction, as I expect he is  going to fuck me from behind.
    His hands reaching around and  undoing the last couple of buttons of my 
skirt.  My lower body bare in the  stark glow of the back lights.  Feeling 
his hands pulling at my top and  tugging it up over my head as I lean 
forward, now partially blinded by my top as  he slaps my firm ass cheeks, one then 
the other.  
    My body trembling with sensation  as I feel the warmth of his cock 
against the back of my thighs and then the hard  shaft push between and into my 
soggy hole.  Biting my lower lip to hold  back a scream of pure pleasure.  
My cunt walls grasping hard around the  thick headed shaft.  My legs tensing 
as he pushes in till his pubic hair is  scratching my ass cheeks and thighs. 
 
    His hand grasping my waist as he  holds himself deep in me.  I can feel 
the head expanding inside my nasty  hole.  Then feeling his long slow 
strokes working my insides simmering my  core and then bringing it slowly to a 
boil as I rock back to meet his  thrusts.  The strokes harder and faster as my 
hands brace on the metal  dumpster in front of me, bent over legs wide.  
Taking each hard push of his  cock.
    His hand reaching around and  teasing my breasts with  squeezes and 
tugs of the nipples.  Fighting  hard, sweat beading my body as I feel the 
buildup of pleasure spaced with  moments of pain as his hands slap and pinch and 
pull on my breasts and clit and  ass.
    "Hold up Patrice, lets see just  how needy you are girl."  His hand 
sliding to my waist to hold me still, a  couple of more hard slaps on my ass 
cheeks and I stand trembling.  My  breathing a ragged pant, as I try to bring 
my need under control.
    Feeling his cock sliding out of  my cunt with a wet pop.  A rustle of 
movement behind me, wondering what he  has in store for me next.
    Then feeling a cock press into  my cunt again.  A gasp of pleasure as I 
feel the head spread my walls and  fill the cavity with nice hard man meat. 
 My walls giving a welcoming  squeeze.  Hearing the moan of surprise as I 
hold the cock firmly in my  cunt.  Then the slow thrusting again.  The lack 
of roughness, causing  me to moan in frustration, as I can sense a pinpoint 
of ultimate pleasure just  out of reach.
    My mind already frazzled as I  sense something is different now.  The 
hand slaps more tentative, the  mauling of my breasts more a fondling and 
then knowing as John grabs my arms  from the dumpster and pulls my top from 
over my head.
    His strong arms forcing my face  lower, til I can smell the muskiness 
of his crotch.  His musk and my cunt  as my cheeks rub against his wet cock 
and then find my mouth forced open with a  thrust of his hips.  
    The cock filling my mouth and  stopping my protest as his grabs my hair 
and tugs my face into his groin.   Sputtering as gasping, as he thrust it 
to the back of my throat.  My eyes  watering as I choke and gag for oxygen.
    The cock still pounding me from  behind as I finally grasp that another 
man is fucking me.  Not able to  think long on it as John controls my head 
and begins a skull fuck, keeping me  busy and unable to ascertain who is 
taking my cunt without  permission.
    My face coated in sweat and spit  and snot and tears, as he slowly 
fucks my face as he would a cunt.  Guiding  my head to his groin and grinding on 
my face and the back of my thorat.  My  body writhing to escape the brutal 
mashing of my face on his  cock.
    His words telling the man behind  me to grab my breasts and to pinch 
and squeeze and tug the soft mounds and  sensitive tips.  One of his own hands 
reaching down and finding my left  nipple and pinching it hard in a 
crushing viselike grip.
    My body shaking with pain and  pleasure.  The man behind me thrusting 
hard and emptying his spunk into  my  cunt.  Feeling it sliding my my cunt as 
he pulls out and wipes his  cock on my ass cheeks and steps away.
    John thrusting in and out of my  mouth.  Giving me enough air to not 
pass out as he controls him and me with  hard thrusts then slow ones, not 
bringing himself to the final  release.
    "Hey, you come get some of this  pussy man."  Hearing his voice 
carrying and bringing another man to thrust  into my cunt from behind.  This one 
with a belly as he lays it on my back  as he presses deep.  His strokes 
forcing me down hard onto John's  cock.  Sputtering as my legs weaken with the 
burning in my lungs and the  need to not be deprived of my air supply.
    More being held up by the man in  my cunt, then standing myself.  His 
grunting like that of a pig in a  sty.  His stubby fingers pressing at my 
clit and slapping at my  pearl.  My cunt clenching on his cock and shuddering 
in a long hard  orgasm.  My legs collapsing erupts in my cunt and then pulls 
out to spray  more of his seed on my back and ass and thighs.  
    My knees stinging as they hit  the parking lot, my face still sealed to 
John's cock as I gurgle helplessly on  his fat knob.
    Finally pulling back till just  the head is in my mouth and shooting 
thick globs of his cum into the back of my  mouth.  Kneeling now on all fours 
next to the garbage dumpster as he  empties his seed in hot spurts of white 
stringed cum.  Wiping his oozing  cock in my hair as I kneel shaking and 
half aware of my  surroundings.
    Then laying against the metal,  smelling my musk and the refuse filling 
the other side of the metal wall.   My body once again aching and sore and 
worse, still not truly sated of my  need.  My eyes looking up at John as he 
smiles down at me.
    "Do not try to deny me again  Patrice.  You made me wait to fuck you, 
well you can wait to get that cum  you so badly need.  You fucking cock 
tease.  I hope you enjoyed being  fucked by a couple of street people.  Did they 
smell and feel as good as  they looked."
    "Oh, that's right you didn't get  to see how disgusting they looked.  
Clean yourself up girl and call me when  you have washed that filthy spunk 
from inside your body.  Then I will give  you the cum you so need."
    Leaning down and raising my head  with his hand, looking into my dazed 
eyes and then spitting in my face.  My  head slumping down again as he walks 
away.  HIs footsteps echoing in the  night.
    Whimpering as I cradle my arms  under my breasts and rock in pain and 
humiliation and a need that is possessing  me.  Finally looking around and 
not seeing anyone as I reach for my skirt  and blouse and fumble them onto my 
body.  Leaning against the dumpster to  push myself from the ground and 
staggering to my car, smelling the slops from  the dumpster on my body and 
clothes as I fire up the car and drive  home.
    My body trembling with need the  whole drive as I have had some 
orgasms; but was not able to get over the  top.   A hot stinging shower, washing 
the scum and seed from my  body.  Aching, my nipples swollen marbles and my 
cunt lips fat and full as  I look in my closet for my gym clothing and realize 
it is still in my  trunk.
    Throwing on a pair of jean and a  tank top and slowly walking out to my 
car.  The drive to the gym  agonizingly long as one hand was sawing against 
the seam of my crotch as I drive  like a drunken woman and part in the lot.
    I can smell the musk of my cunt  and feel the moistness in the crotch 
of my jeans as I step from the car.   Grabbing the gym bag from the trunk and 
waving at the desk person as I walk  around the gym to see who is present.  
    The free weight area the last  part of my inspection.  Finding just one 
of my three acquaintances present  and not the one that I really got hot 
over.
    Looking at the man, and seeing  his smile as he looks up.  Walking over 
to where he is laying on the weight  bench.  Standing over his head and 
leaning on the bar on the stand, letting  a scent of my musk fill the space.  
My soggy jean crotch inches from his  head as I reach down and take one of 
his hands and place it against the puffy  outline of my swollen cunt lips.
    "I need you to fuck me and fuck  me hard."  The man looking upside down 
at me, I can see he has a bulge in  his jock and it is becoming more 
pronounced as he hand continues to squeeze at  my fat labia.  "Please, I need you 
to fuck me and make me cum hard."   The last words a whisper as I moan 
softly, my legs buckling in my  need.
    The laughter of the man arousing  me as I realize I am begging a man I 
don't even know the name of to fuck  me.  Begging the man!
    Releasing my crotch, and  sniffing his fingers as he sits up.  "Come, I 
need a good workout."   Following him to the locker rooms and into the 
men's room once  again.
    The man standing in front of me  as I pull his wet tank top over his 
head.  Leaning into his body and  licking at the sweat coating his chest.  
Feeling my insides roiling as  tease his small nipples with my tongue and 
teeth.  The feeling like a pit  in my stomach as I  work lower to lick at the 
moisture on his not quite  flat belly and then kneel as I pull his shorts down 
and lick around his  jock.  
    The musk of his workout strong  as I run my fingers under the sides of 
his jock strap, feeling the firm  moistness of his cock in the close 
confines.  Pulling down the jock and  then taking his cock in hand as it springs 
free.
    Pulling it to my lips.  My  tongue snaking out to lick at the sweet 
aroma of confined cock.  I so love  that scent of a hot sweaty cock.  Mewling 
softly as I lower and suckle his  hairy balls, feeling his hands in my hair 
as I suck one then the other into my  mouth and tongue them  thoroughly.  The 
swollen prick bouncing against  my cheek and nose.  
    Inhaling deeply as I grasp the  cock again and tongue and nip my way up 
to the engorged head.  Pulling back  the foreskin to expose the sweet taste 
of the hidden and partially uncleaned  skin.
    I can feel my cunt leaking in my  jeasn, my fat lips swollen and 
bulging at the tight material.  I can feel  my cunt twitching with need as I 
worship this man's fat cock.
    My body shaking in need as  I  pop the cock into my mouth and suckle it 
with my lips, cheeks pulling in  and out as my head bobs along the length.  
The man rocking on his heels,  slowly fucking my face, then grasping my 
hair and fucking harder.  
    My bruised lips aching with the  pressure and my throat raw from the 
earlier skull fuck as I gurgle and choke as  he takes command of the movements.
    His big hands grasping my head  and holding it as he fucks my mouth.  
My hand undoing my jeans and pushing  them partway down my thighs to expose 
my lower body.  My hand slapping at  my fat cunt with one hand, as my other 
hand fondles the heavy set of  hairy  balls.  Weighing them in my hand and 
squeezing them at my fingers curl  upward.
    My eyes wide as again I am  gasping for air, as he fills my throat and 
holds it there and then pulls  back.  My face again a mess of tears and snot 
and spittle, hanging in long  strands from my chin to form a small puddle 
on the floor in front of  me.
    My eyes looking up begging, as  he ravages my mouth and throat. 
Thinking he is going to cum in my mouth cunt and  deprive me of a nice hard fuck, 
as he throttles my neck with his huge  hands.
    Finally feeling him pull me off  his cock like a doll and lift me to a 
standing position.  "Get you clothes  off."  Not needing his words, as I 
pull and tug at my top and my tight  jeans.  
    Finally standing in front of him  naked.  "Lay down on the bench."  
Quickly moving to the bench and  laying on my back.  The man spreading my legs 
and laying between them, his  hard cock teasing my cunt lips for a few 
seconds and then thrusting and burying  his cock balls deep into my soggy cunt.
    I loud moan of pleasure as he  pulls back and slams back inside one 
more time.  Looking at the unhandsome  man, needing a shave, as he lifts up and 
slams down hard again, driving my ass  cheeks into the bench beneath me.
    Not fancy in this fuck as he  continues to fuck long and hard and deep. 
 My fingers working my nipples  and clit as he pounds again and again into 
my hole.
    Trying as best I can to meet his  thrusts as he has me literally pinned 
to the bench.
    His hands grabbing my legs and  rolling them back to my head and 
spreading them as he opens my cunt wider to his  assault.  Whimpering like a  
please toddler as he fucks away.   HIs cock rippling my cunt walls, the fat knob 
spreading the dark wet tunnel and  just teasing the entrance to my womb.
    Moaning loud and long as I feel  him using me as he wants, taking what 
he wants and not paying mind to me as a  person.  My cunt rewarding him for 
this behavior with a series of hard  contractions as I cum on his impaling 
prick.
    My upper body rocking on the  bench.  Fingers pinching my nails into my 
nipples and smooth pearl.   The pain adding to my pleasure as he fucks me 
through another hard orgasm and  finally lays on my body and I can feel his 
cock head swelling and discharging  his seed deep in my cunt, coating my 
walls and womb.
    My body cramping as I let loose  with one more orgasm and I bite his 
shoulder hard, clamping down and drawing a  little blood.
    His hand forcing my head down on  the bench again as he uses his arms 
to lift up and then still embedded in my  cunt slaps my face back and forth 
in hard stinging blows.  Then his hands  grip my nipples and crush them tight 
as he sits up, pulling my body up by the  hard aching tips and then 
releases my nipples.
    My back slamming against the  bench and my head banging hard enough to 
make me see red lights of  pain.
    The man pulling out of my cunt  and straddling the bench, lifting my 
head to force his cock into my mouth, my  tongue licking and sucking my scum 
from his semi hard cock.
    Leaving me flat on the bench as  he goes to the shower.  Hearing him 
sing some song that who knows or cares  what it is, as I push myself up and 
pull my jeans on and my top and walk out of  the gym, bag in hand.  Half 
distracted as I can feel my swollen and bruised  cunt lips rubbing with each step 
and I know my crotch is soaked with leaking cum  and my grease.
    Totally worn out and sore and  comfortably numb in some respects as I 
drive home finally not in need and  satisfied.
    
 
    
    
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