Date: Sat, 21 Jul 2012 09:24:45 -0700 (PDT)
From: Take Notice <notice.take@yahoo.com>
Subject: 'Sophomore Hump' (authoritarian / college / interracial) [Part 4! ]

When I got out of the shower I dried off and wrapped the towel around me.
I walked back to my room and, barely thinking, fell forward and passed out
on my bed.  Raj had spent most of the night and the early morning fucking
me, then Joe pounded me all afternoon.  I was exhausted.  I fell into a
dreamless sleep.

It felt like only seconds had passed when I woke up to shouting.  I rubbed
my eyes, realizing I was still wrapped in my towel.  My door cracked open
and Steve walked in.  I immediately prepared for him to yell at me for
letting Joe fuck me.  I had my response all prepared.  But he didn't say
anything.  He just sat down.  "How was your day?"

"Pretty good, I guess."  Steve pulled the towel off of my waist and started
folding it.

"Yeah I'd say so.  I don't mean to offend you and please don't take it that
way, but you're kind of a cock whore huh?"

It was like Joe earlier that day in the bathroom asking about Raj fucking
me.  It sounded mean but it wasn't.  He was seriously asking.  My cock
hardened a little and I looked at him.  "Sort of. Jesus, I don't know.  I
guess.  It feels like everything happened so fast.  Two days ago I wouldn't
have thought about doing any of this.  But every time it comes down to it,
I don't want to stop."

Steve looked down.  "You shouldn't man.  Just do what feels right."  It
occurred to me that Steve was the one who got me into all this.  But it did
feel right.  Steve continued talking, "You ready to go back to work?"  I
figured I owed it to him, and reached over to unbutton his pants.  But he
just pushed me away.  "No bitch.  I told you, I've got a real girl with me.
She's out in the living room.  I got something else I need you to do."

I sat up, naked.  "What are you talking about?"

Steve looked at me.  "Just hear me out.  I was out at the bar with my date
and I ran into our landlord.  We got to talking and he was telling me he
just split up with his wife.  Anyways, we shot the shit for a while and you
came up."

My heart started pounding. "I came up?!  What the fuck?"

Steve continued. "Anyways, if you'll let me finish, you came up and he
seemed really interested in seeing you."

I was livid, "Why the fuck would I want to see Mr. Diaz?"

Steve just laughed.  "Well, he said he was going to knock 100 dollars off
the rent this month if you put out and since it's not really up to you,
you're going to do it."

I couldn't believe this was happening.  Mr. Diaz was a real jerk.  He was a
50 year old latino man, about 5 foot 10 and portly.  He was greasy, and had
a big belly and was covered in hair.  He was always out at the bars and
would always come annoy us.  He'd always go on and on about the girls at
the bar, even though he'd never have a snowballs chance in hell of getting
gone.  The last thing I wanted to do was suck his cock.  "Please Steve, I
don't want to do this.  Please don't make me do this."

Steve just looked at me.  "Maybe if you didn't spend the afternoon fucking
Joe I'd believe you.  But the fact is, you do want to do this.  Now I'm
going to go fuck a woman, because that's what men do.  Now go out into the
living room and greet our guest."  He turned around and walked into his
room, carrying my towel with him.  He closed the door to his bedroom and
locked it.

I thought of Mr Diaz who I know knew was sitting out in our living room.  I
looked at the clock.  It was 1:30 AM.  I knew Mr Diaz.  He was probably
sloshed.  I was completely naked and, knowing better than to get dressed, I
walked out meekly into the living room.  Mr. Diaz was sitting in the chair.
Joe and Raj were on the couch.  Everyone looked completely ripped.  Joe
looked at me "Hey sleepy head.  Rise and shine huh?"  Him and Raj were both
grinning.  Clearly they knew why Mr. Diaz was there.

Mr Diaz was sitting in the chair.  He had a button down shirt that was
completely opened.  Under it he had a wife beater on which was stretched
over his wide belly.  He wore a pair of faded jeans, workshoes with mud on
them and a baseball cap.  He had a five o clock shadow and a thick mustache
which had beer on it.  He had a can of beer in his hand and a six pack on
the floor next to him.

I stood there thinking only of how pissed I was at Steve.  He had ruined my
life.  I mean, here I was, standing naked next to my fat latino landlord
who is old enough to be my father.  Soon enough I'd be sucking him off in
my room.  Steve had completely ruined me.  But what did it matter now?  Raj
and Joe had both already fucked my pussy and they didn't seem like they
were going to judge.

Mr Diaz brought me back to reality.  He spoke in a thick accent "Come here
puta." I slowly walked over.  When I got close, he tugged me into his lap
on the chair.  His big hairy arm was wrapped around me and I could feel a
thick cock in the jeans under my ass.  Still, it was Mr. Diaz.  We had all
been making fun of this guy for months.  Now I was sitting in his lap about
to blow him.  I tried not to think about it.  I just had to get this over
with.  Raj and Joey were laughing.  Mr. Diaz handed me a beer.  I sat
against him and we both drank, watching TV.  Every now and then he'd tweak
my nipples, but for the most part he just made me sit in his lap.

When I finished my beer he chugged the rest of his.  He burped loudly and
started grinding me around in his lap.  "Puta se gusta?  Puta se gusta
Papi?"  I was embarrassed as he manhandled me around but after a while it
started to feel felt good.  I actually loved the feel of his belly against
my back.  Finally, he stopped.  My cock was hard and I was breathing heavy.
He started pushing me off of him so I stood up.  He pointed to the floor in
front of him and started unbuttoning his jeans.  He unzipped them and I
could see he had cotton bikini briefs on and a sizable bulge.  "Suck papi's
pinga puta."

The size of his bulge had me curious so I didn't hesitate as I tugged down
the waste band of his briefs.  I nice fat uncut cock spilled out.  I put it
in my mouth and drew back, spitting out, having tasted something.  "Just
cock cheese puta."  He laughed shoving my head back over his cock.  I could
hear Joe and Raj laughing but I kept sucking.  Mr Diaz had such huge balls.
I loved playing with them.  I began to lick them, trying to get them into
my mouth.  There was no way to get both in.  I took his cock back into my
mouth, which was rock hard now.  It was an impressive 7 inches and just
like Mr Diaz, fat.  I was deep throating him easily now.  He pushed his
jeans down.  I didn't take his cock out of my mouth as I pulled them down
to the floor and he kicked them off.

I looked up, Mr Diaz was smiling down at me, over that mustache, wearing
his wife beater and his open button down.  His pelvis rose up and down
slowly to pump his cock into my face.  I couldn't believe I was doing this.
Sucking off Mr. Diaz for the rent.  Suddenly, he stood up.  I was still
trying to suck his cock.  He slapped me on the face, playfully but
forcefully.  I stopped trying to suck him off. "We're going to go to bed."
He stood up and began walking toward my room.

I stood there confused.  I thought I was just supposed to blow him.  Nobody
said anything about him spending the night in my bed.  I was about to
object when Mr. Diaz turned around and said, "Now Puta," then walked into
my bedroom.  I could feel Joe and Raj staring me down.  I just looked down
at the ground and walked after Mr. Diaz.  Raj and Joe burst out laughing.
I ignored them and stepped into my room and closed the door.

Mr Diaz was laying on my bed.  He had removed his flannel shirt and now had
only his wife beater on.  The bottom of his hairy stomach hung out below
it.  He had a joint in his hand that I knew he had pulled out of the drawer
next to my bed.  He said, "No smoking in this house," then he lit it up and
took a long drag.  I climbed onto the bed next to him and he passed me the
joint.  I took a hit and he blew smoke down my naked body.  "I'm going to
enjoy this puta."  He ran his fingers up my ass gently, sending shivers up
my back.  I passed him back the joint.  He took a long hit then pulled my
face to his, blowing smoke into my mouth.  His mustache rubbed up against
my face.  I breathed in deeply and we began kissing.  His tongue pushed
against mine.  He rolled onto his back and I was laying on top of him.  He
handed me back the joint and I took another hit.  We shared it again,
kissing back and forth.  The joint was spent, so I ashed it
 out and returned my attentions to Mr. Diaz.

I thought about how desperate Mr. Diaz always seemed for pussy when we saw
him at the bars.  He was annoying, but now he seemed sweet, even a little
badass laying there hitting the joint.  I thought about how he always
complained his wife never put out.  Part of me told myself that I pitied
him and that's why I was doing this.  But deep down I knew the truth.  Mr
Diaz had me hypnotized, just like everyone else, with that snake between
his legs.  I slid down Mr. Diaz's body to his cock.  I began licking the
underside of his shaft.  He lifted his legs to give me better access.

Figuring he had never felt it before, I dove into his asshole and began
licking with abandon.  "What the hell are you doing?"  He jerked away at
first, but I persisted and he eventually let me go.  After a minute or so,
I had my tongue in his asshole and he was moaning, rocking his ass against
my face as I ate him out.  "Yeah puta.  Lick Papi's asshole."  He was in
heaven.  As his legs bucked around me, I thought to myself, bet his wife
can't do this.  Again I felt a bizarre sort of pride.  Bizarre because what
I was proud of was licking a man's asshole.  I pulled out of his ass and
returned to his cock.  I sucked it down deep, bobbing up and down.  I
rubbed on his massive balls as I sucked him.  Mr Diaz pulled me off of him
and stood up, peeling his wife beater off.  He had wide nipples and slight
manboobs.  He was covered in hair which was soaked in sweat.  "Time for
papi to get some of that culo"

I thought to myself, here I go again.  A total slut for anything with a
dick.  Mr. Diaz shoved his finger in my ass hole and bent me over so my
hands were on the bed.  We were both standing as pumped them in and out of
me.  He tugged them out and shoved them into my mouth while he lined up his
cock with my pussy and began pushing in.  I moaned around his thick
calloused fingers "yeah papi, please fuck me."  He slowly began dicking me,
going deeper with each stroke.  Before long he was pumping in and out of me
with his hole shaft.  His belly rubbed against my back as he pumped his
cock in and out of my asshole.

We fell forward and I was laying against the bed, my legs hanging off of
it.  Mr Diaz was behind me thrusting violently into my hole, each time my
legs would shake a little. I thought to my self, jesus, how long has it
been since he's been laid?  He was pounding in and out of my asshole with
such force I felt like my pussy was going to go numb.  But far from it, I
could feel his thick cock dragging across my prostate.  My legs were
thrashing wildly as I held onto the bed and let him have his way with me.

I'm almost ashamed to admit it, but as Mr Diaz's cock filled my pussy over
and over again, me on my hands and knees moaning, I actually found myself
wishing Joe or Raj would come in.  For some reason, I wanted a cock in my
mouth.  As if the one in my ass wasn't enough.  I snapped back when Mr Diaz
pulled his dick out of my hole with a pop.  "Papi no."  I was practically
whining for him to put it back in.  He shoved over onto the bed and lay on
his back, his thick wet pole sticking up toward the ceiling.  I climbed on
and sunk immediately down over it, again feeling full as he penetrated my
pussy.

I began rocking back and forth.  I leaned forward and began sucking on one
of his nipples as I did.  I was surprised at Mr Diaz's strength.  His job
involved a lot of manual labor.  I could feel hard firm muscles under all
of his fat.  He cupped my ass and bounced me up and down on his cock.  I
was grunting loudly as his dick went deeper and deeper.  "Si puta.  Si."
"Te gust mi pinga puta?"

I could barely speak, "Yes papi.  Please don't stop."  I could feel that
familiar feeling building and knew I was about to cum.  "Please don't stop
papi."  I nearly cried when he pushed me off and pulled his dick out again.

He stood up off of the bed and I looked at him, his huge hairy thighs, his
fat dripping cock, and his hairy belly and chest.  Looking up at his
mustache, he was magnificent.  I couldn't believe I didn't want to fuck him
earlier.  "Beg me for it."

I knew this game.  I immediately started groveling, knowing the sooner I
gave in the sooner I could get that cock back.  "Please papi please put it
back in."  He didn't seem satisfied.  I spoke louder, my voice verging on
hysteria, "Please papi, fuck your puta.  Fuck me like a whore.  Please just
put it back in."

He just leaned in and said, "louder."

I knew what he wanted.  I thought of Raj and Joe who were probably still
out in the living room, making jokes about what I was doing.  I thought of
Steve who, for I all I knew, was fucking his girl right now.  I thought of
all of that but I still didn't care.  I yelled so loud the neighbors could
probably hear it.  "Fuck me Mr Diaz.  Please.  Please fuck me.  I'll be
your little cock slut.  Whatever you want.  Just please fuck my pussy."  I
didn't care that everybody in the house probably heard that because
Mr. Diaz seemed pleased.  He climbed back in the bed.

He flipped me on my hands and knees and in one fell swoop shoved his cock
in to the hilt.  I squirmed my ass around on it, flexing my ass muscles.
His hand reached forward and tugged my arms out from under me and pushed my
head down into the mattress.  My ass was still up in the air, crammed full
of his cock.  He started pounding me, my face rubbing on the mattress.  His
hips made loud slapping noises against my ass cheeks as he did.  "Good
pussy.  MMMMMM Good pussy."  I was happy that he was happy.  I tightened my
ass muscles, tugging tightly on his dick.  He loved this and kept pounding
harder.

He must have precum a lot because I could hear squishing noises as he
pumped in and out.  Finally, my orgasm caught up with me and I began
cumming on my bedsheets.  My semen was thin and liquidy, almost like water.
Probably because I had cum so many times in the last 48 hours.  And most of
the time from barely or not even touching my dick.

Usually after I cum, I fall out of the moment.  I would especially expect
that when my 50 year old latino landlord has his dick pressed into my
asshole and after I shouted for the whole house to hear that I wanted to be
his little slut.  But I didn't.  I just wanted his dick more.  I kept
gripping his cock as best I could and he kept pumping.  For the fact that
Mr. Diaz never got laid he could certainly fuck for a long time.  He was
pounding me for another ten minutes.  My ass still felt amazing.  I just
relaxed my muscles and decided to let my papi turn my pussy into hamburger.

Eventually, he shoved my ass down onto the bed so i was laying flat.  He
perched above me, his knees bent and began rocking back and forth, his
dick, well actually his full body weight, coming down into my asshole with
every thrust.  I could tell he was getting close because he was mumbling
quickly in spanish.  I couldn't tell what he was saying but I knew I was
probably about to get my pussy filled with cum again.  He spread his legs
out so he was practically laying on top of me, his belly in my back.  He
started pumping rapidly.  He rotated his hips and I could feel his fat cock
pressing against the walls of my pussy in different spots as he found
different angles to hump me from.  Finally he started moaning loudly.

Mr. Diaz's hand grabbed my hair, hard.  It actually really hurt, but in the
moment, it was sexy.  He pressed my head against the bed as he started
cumming.  It was like someone opened up the flood gates of Mr. Diaz's
sexless marriage.  Before he even started moaning my ass felt filled with
cumm.  His guttural yell built like a roar.  Eventually he was yelling in
my ear and practically pulling my hair out.  I could barely breath smashed
into the mattress.  He kept pumping and I could feel cum squirting out past
his cock.  It felt like my ass cheeks were wet with it.  Finally he tugged
it out and continued shooting, all over my ass cheeks.

After a minute, he let go of my hair and rolled over, his belly heaving.  I
was on my stomach, lying in the wet spot I made when I came 15 minutes ago.
My ass was filled with Mr. Diaz's semen and my ass cheeks were dripping
with it.  I could feel it dripping down onto the bed, down the sides of my
ass and down my crack past my balls.  I couldn't even move.  Just lying
there, covered in his cum, felt so good.

Eventually though, I started to think about what had happened, as the glow
of the moment past.  I really just fucked our landlord for rent.  My ass
was currently filled with his semen because once again I didn't use a
condom.  Now the cum that was all over me didn't feel erotic, it felt
slutty.  Still, there was no denying how good it felt being fucked by Mr
Diaz.  But all the same, I think I needed the rest of the night to myself.
Just as I began to think about getting up to go clean up and clean out my
pussy, Mr Diaz surprised me.  He leaned in and kissed me, once again, his
mustache rubbing over my face and his tongue plowing into my mouth.  I
loved the feel of his five o'clock shadow against my face.  I was still on
my stomach, carefully holding my ass in place so all Mr Diaz's cum didn't
spill out onto the bed.  When we parted I said quietly. "Mr Diaz, I should
go get cleaned up."  He began playing with my nipples again.  "I mean, that
 was great but I should get cleaned up and go to bed."

Mr Diaz just smiled.  "I have you all night puta." My stomach flipped
thinking about it.  Mr Diaz had been a great fuck but once again I had been
spoken for for the entire night.

I didn't know what to do, if I should object or not.  I decided to say
something.  After all, he had been pretty sweet.  "Mr. Diaz, I know Steve
told you all night but I'm just really tired."

Mr Diaz laughed, his belly bouncing as he did.  "Rent isn't paid yet puta."
Then he drew me in for another kiss.  As his tongue probed my mouth I
figured I wasn't going to get anywhere complaining.  I kissed him back
until we parted lips.

"Ok, well just let me go get cleaned up."

Mr. Diaz just rolled over, slung his leg over my ass, and sunk his fat soft
cock into my ass crack.  His belly was once again in my back and his pelvis
was now resting on my ass.  His dick was laying in the small pool of cum
that had formed in my asscrack and I could feel his skin sliding over my
ass cheeks, his cum lubricating our bodies.  "No need to get clean puta.  I
like you how you are."  I could feel the cum running down my dick onto the
bed.  I figured what the hell, and slowly started grinding my ass into his
cock as he chewed on my ear.