This one has a lot of anal action!
The new dispatcher sucks. I’m going in there and I’m going to tear her a new asshole! She has a lot of fucking nerve getting my ass out of bed at 3 am, having me go through the Army base inspection --which took thirty fucking minutes... and for what? I drove to the destination and the fucking tow was not even there! GOA. Gone on Arrival. Fuck.
I threw my tow truck into gear and headed back to dispatch. I was pissed. Yesterday was a miserable shift; it was raining and there was too much to do. I got yelled at for not washing my truck But it’s raining! I got yelled at for not putting the bucket back in the right place when I did. Damn bastards... Then when I got home an hour late, the wife was there, chewing me out for not calling... and now.... Here I was wide awake at four in the morning! Sure I was on call, but it really pissed me off to get up at 3. For nothing.
For some reason, the outside door of the company was unlocked. That was unusual. I pushed my way in. “Hey! I know you’re new and all, but don’t be stupid. This is a dangerous part of town, and you need to leave this goddamned door locked at night. You never know who could get in...”
“I see you got in fine.”
“You need to lock the door.”
She got up from her chair at the corner desk. A yellow blanket she’d had piled on her lap to stay warm fell on the floor. She walked past me to turn the key in the door.
She sounded annoyed. Seems like she wasn’t having the world’s greatest night either.
“Look. I don’t know who pissed in your Wheaties, but I got pulled up out of my bed to go on a police call, and when I got there, there’s no fucking car to tow, and nothing else to do next. I’m not doing this job for my fucking health, you know.”
“Thank you for bringing that to my attention.”
This was not going well. I probably shouldn’t have come down here. All she was doing was pissing me off. Dumb bitch.
The radio hissed. She perched in her chair to answer a call from 212. She made a few notes on a sheet of paper, logged an entry into the computer, and told 212, “All clear.” Her computer updated. There was nothing else on it.
“You going back home? Or did you only come in here to make me feel bad?”
“I’m not a fucking robot. I can’t push a button in my neck and automatically fall back to sleep. I’m probably up now. And that sucks to high heaven because it’s still raining out there, and we’re likely to be swamped again today.”
“Look. I didn’t single you out. This is my job. I didn’t make the fucking call up. I paged you where I thought they needed you, and it fell through. Shit happens. Give me a fucking break.”
She looked more tired than usual. She usually wasn’t this defensive. Chewing her ass wasn’t making me feel any better.
“If I help you fall back to sleep, will you forgive me?” she asked. “Come here.”
I took two steps towards her and she reached out to unfasten my belt. I’d heard about her. I didn’t know if it was true. People say all sorts of crap about people that isn’t ever true...
She fumbled with the front of my drawers and took out my cock. It hadn’t been touched in days, well not in that way, and was needing some serious relief. I’m sure that was part of my fucking attitude problem.
“Come here,” she urged again.
I stepped closer and she dropped on her knees in front of me. She swallowed my dick in her mouth. I felt three quick flicks of her tongue against the ridge there on the end, and then she sucked it deep inside. It didn’t take but about four slurps and I was rocket hard. Now what?
She spread her blanket out over the dingy rug. She patted a spot. “Lie here.”
My mom didn’t raise no dummy. I got down on the floor. My dick stood up from my trousers like the statue of liberty.
She was wearing a little black top and a long broomstick skirt that she pulled up around her. No panties. She straddled my hips, and planted her feet flat on the floor on both sides. She settled down over me, looking deep in my eyes, and her pussy lined up with my cock. Her skirt made a puddle of rayon and gathers.
She was dripping wet. She sank down on my cock and she started riding. Cowgirl up.
She must do her kegels, because she knew what the hell she was doing. She clenched muscles around me and rose up on her toes. Right as she got to the head of my cock, she’d release. She’d then lower down, clench, and rise up. I matched her pace, and tried to push up when she rose, but she kept control. The press and release was amazing.
“You have a nice cock,” she told me.
“You know what you’re doing,” I said.
She quickened her pace and squeezed especially hard. I was just about there. I was just about there. I was just about...
She stood up, all the way off me and turned around. She moved her feet, positioning them inside the V of my legs. She pulled the skirt up off her legs and showed me her ass. It was nice and round, a little bouncy. It was the kind of ass you didn’t mind riding hard against because it was never going to assault you back. Plenty of padding.
This time when she settled down, she rocked forward over her feet. She kept her hands on her buttocks, spread them and thrust it in deep.
I’d fucking heard right about her. She liked it up the ass!
She weren’t no sissy about it neither. She clamped down on my dick with muscles that were designed to push things out and she rocked up and down on my shaft.
“Oh. Oh. Ooh.” I sighed underneath her.
Her fingers found their way under the canopy of her skirt and started diddling her clit. I could feel the flick of them against my inner thighs and balls a little on the motion when she sank back down. Then up, and down. Up and down. Up-down-up-down.
She rode me with her ass just like I was fucking her pussy.
“Like that?” she asked.
“Hell yah,” I said, rocking up to meet her. “Hell yah.”
She used her butt muscles to swirl that hard asshole around me, her ass a miniature hula hoop. Damn! She held the skirt up so I could see. She gripped handfuls of fleshy buttocks and mooshed them around, my cock deep inside of her.
“You like that ass?”
I figured it was a rhetorical question.
Damn, I was close. Close. Close, close, close... Almost there...
Damn! Shit! NO!
She stood up again. She pulled right off me and left me twitching in the cold night air. What the hell?
“Trade you spots?”
Did she know what she was doing to me? My poor tired ass cock didn’t know what to do. It hadn’t had this kind of attention in years.
She knelt on the blanket, kind of pushing me off to the side. She leaned down, her elbows flat on the ground, the skirt up and over her head. All that really showed was a mountain of fabric with a butt at the top. That asshole stood out, bright pink. She spit on her hand and wiped herself, her asshole glistened, and ready.
“Fuck me hard,” she directed. “I want it in my ass and I want you to give it to me hard.”
From that position, I had to make up a way to hit it. She was too low, and I was going to have to crouch. I pointed my dick down and dipped it inside. Nice. Real nice.
I did that for awhile. I was almost doing squats. I tapped it just with the head, then out. The head in, then back out. In then back out. Her sphincter muscles were squirming. They didn’t know what to do.
Then I went all the way in, and she pushed back against me to take everything I had.
“Fuck me hard.”
I started pounding away.
I rode harder. My balls were slapping her ass. Is that what she wanted?
“With your hand, Silly. Spank my ass!”
Shit. How coordinated did she think I was? Here I was, I couldn’t stand, couldn’t kneel, squatting over her round ass, trying to make sure I stayed inside her fucking ass, and now she wanted me to spank her?
I hauled off and hit her ass. Whap!
“Harder....harder,” she urged.
“Again. Keep it coming...”
Well one nice effect of having me smack her ass was it gave me something to think about for a second besides how close she was to making me cum. I somehow balanced on my heels, guided my pole in and out and slapped her ass two, three more times.
“Other side. Balance it out.”
She was getting red hand marks all over the right side. I slapped the left. I went back and forth.
Watching her ass turn bright pink, I kind of lost track where I was with my dick. I slipped out.
Her skirt had fallen around her, so she was pretty much covered, except for that ass. She pushed it up higher. “Hit it. Keep it coming.”
Her fingertips were underneath us, snagging back and forth across her clit, which jutted out like a small purple grape. She handled it rough.
I spanked her three more times while I watched her masturbate. Her fingers were getting her juices sloshing, and reached back to trace wet circles around her anus. She pulled her ass cheeks open. It winked at me.
“Put your dick back inside,” she told me, “make me cum.”
I pushed inside and ground up against her. I could feel her contract. She was tight. It was feeling go-o-ood.
She sank down a bit lower and I had to struggle to keep it in. My shins were killing me!
Her breathing got real raspy and desperate.
“Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me....” her voice trailed off into a groan. “Oh my God. Ohmygod. Omigod.”
An anal cum is a little bit different. It rose up from her body and she arched her back and started to moan: “Aaah. Aaah. Aaah.” with each downstroke. She tightened up like she was a sea anenome, and clenched at my cock. “Aaanh. Aaanh. Aaaanh.” Her voice was guttural and deep.
My legs were going to give out. Not now! Not fucking now! I prayed to the gods to give me five more minutes.
It wasn’t going to take that long. She came real hard and arched her butt up and sank her head into the yellow of the blanket. Her fingers that had been incessantly flicking her clit started to slip in and out of her vagina. I could feel them against my dick. Fucking hot. This was so fucking hot.
I was right there. At this point, she was a receptacle. She thrust three slender fingers inside her cunt and I felt her stroking the underside of my shaft, one wall of skin away...
“Unh. Unh. Unhg. UNHG!” I thrust in one last time. Hot jets of cum shot deep inside. “Oh God!” I hollered. “Oh God!”
I rolled off her, and she pulled to one side of the blanket. I sank down behind her. Leg muscles throbbed. I hadn’t pushed myself like that in ages. My dick pulsed, then stretched flat out. A string of cum still connected our bodies. My drawers were bunched below my balls, but I didn’t care.
She smoothed her skirt back down and nestled against me. “Think you can go to sleep now?”
I didn’t answer. When the phone rang twenty minutes later, I didn’t even hear it. She didn’t wake me till it was time for next shift.