My 3 Rockstar Bosses

tting buttfucked at the moment, my cock already halfway up her bottom.

But he kept blabbering on and on about this and that, his two cats if I wasn’t mistaken. I have no idea. I was there but not there, every cell of my being focused on the sight of my huge fuckpole stuck halfway inside that beautiful rump.

“I’m sorry Harold?” Joanie said breathily again. “Oh, ummm!” she cried out.

Because I’d just pushed it in deep. That’s right, I slid ten inches of male power into her rectum and those walls squeezed me tight now, pulsing and clamping.

“Oh ummm!” Joanie cried out again, breasts heaving, the color high in her cheeks.

But it was too dark to tell. Not unless you knew what was going on. So Harold prattled on cluelessly about his two cats Mittens and Kittens. What the hell? What guy names his cats Mittens and Kittens? What alpha male has cats at all?

But neither my girl nor I were really listening. Instead, we were both focused on where our bodies met, where my pole had begun a deep slide into her anal passage.

“Oh!” she cried out again breathily. “Oh oh!”

Meanwhile, I couldn’t keep completely silent either.

“Fuck,” was my low growl. “Fuck you feel good.”

Because this was so wrong. We were in the back of a darkened bar having anal sex. Yeah, my girl was sitting on a bar stool, chitchatting away with a stranger as I buttfucked her from behind, letting my pole slide in and out of her anus. It was fucking unbelievable.

“Oh!” she cried out again, eyes rolling up so that the whites showed. “I’m sorry Harold, what did you say?”

And it went on like that for a couple minutes. The girl squirming and squealing a bit, never so obvious as to raise any alarms. Me, hammering away from behind, trying to look nonchalant as my cock worked, coated in ass sweat and pre-cum. The situation was fucking unreal.

But Joanie’s small. She’s real small, even after taking six guys in her bottom. Because after a few minutes, the sperm began boiling in my balls and I grabbed her hips, fingers pressing into that soft flesh.

“Fuck,” I cursed softly into her ear. “Fuck fuck!”

And that was it. Sperm jetted from my cockpole, blasting that sweet bottom with lash after lash of hot jism.

“Fuck!” I swore again.

Meanwhile, Joanie gave it up too. Her eyes went real wide for a moment, expression surprised, before the tidal wave crashed.

“Oh!” she shrieked slightly. “Harold,” she panted. “What was that?”

Hearing his name on her lips during an orgasm fucking sucked. It rubbed me the wrong way for sure. But there are some things you have to do because it kept the loser occupied, a dog responding to Pavlov’s bell.

“So then I said this,” he prattled away, picking at a pimple on his chin. “And my mom said that,” he whined.

Man, this guy was enough to stop an orgasm in its tracks, he was such a turn-off. But it was too late. We were beyond the point of no return and my dick jerked furiously, pumping reams of male semen into Joanie’s butt. The female milked me in turn, spasms rippling through her cunt and ass, squeezing me tight as jizz dripped between our bodies.

Because there was a lot. I’m a guy who can pump liters on an average day, but this time it was gallons. Blast after blast hit the girl, spraying her rectum as her bottom clenched and clamped around me.

But enough is enough. Because we were getting a couple weird stares now what with the tiny gyrations and small, helpless gasps. So maintaining a neutral expression, I pulled my cock slowly from her asshole, wet length still glistening and hard. Shit, it looked so good.

But what we didn’t count on was the massive creampie. Because there’d been so much semen that the moment I was out, a sharp splat sounded on the floor. Fuck fuck fuck! It was like a mini-waterfall, a huge gush of white seed that dropped from her ass to splatter on the wooden planks.

And unfortunately, Harold jerked awake then.

“What is that?” he asked, staring at the floor beneath Joanie’s bar stool. “What the fuck is that?”

It was only too obvious, the jizz bubbly and white, still steaming from her rectum.

Joanie stammered.

“It’s, it’s …,” she said, cheeks fire engine red.