Date: Sat, 23 Oct 2010 16:59:50 -0700
From: Chubby Slut <chubbyslutforyouruse@gmail.com>
Subject: TG: Chubby lingerie boy gets fucked 2

It's four o'clock in the afternoon and I'm studying on the top floor
of the library. It's late June and the library doesn't have air
conditioning, so I'm sweating profusely, almost panting as I pour over
the pages of some ridiculous text for summer school classes. Every few
minutes my eyes lose focus and I think fuck it's hot in here and I
stare off into middle distance for awhile before snapping back to the
text.

I don't know why I decided today would be a good day to study here.
I've got a comprehensive exam in a couple of months, but I'm the only
one up here. It's quiet and all of the heat from the rest of the
library is traveling up to the top floor and it's beginning to feel
like I'm being slowly baked. I feel as if every inch of my body is
slick with sweat, the folds under my chubby tits being particularly
moist in this summer heatwave.

I glance around the large, musty room to make sure no other people
have climbed the stairs to join me in the area. Seeing no one, I lean
back in my chair, lifting my belly up, and unbutton my jeans, sliding
the zipper down, and exposing my tight, lacy black panties to the
relatively cooler air of the room. My smooth balls are sweaty in my
slutty little panties and my thick thighs are sticking together due to
the wetness between my legs. Under my black Incubus tee shirt I'm
wearing a lacy padded black bra that lift up my chubby tits, pushing
them together just the way I like them. I slide the front of the shirt
up and over my head, letting my belly and tits feel the coolness of
the air unconfined by the fabric. Just a few minutes of this, I think,
then back to work.

Closing my eyes , I lean back in the chair, thinking about the air
conditioner just waiting for me back at my apartment. I start to rub
my right breast through the cup of the bra, hardening up my nipple. I
could stand right in front of it in my lingerie and let the air whoosh
over me. I move my right hand down my smooth belly, rubbing quickly on
my belly button, before traveling down the rest of the way to my
panties. My legs come easily apart as my finger grazes the soft
material sitting on top of my hardening cock, then slips past and runs
along my lumpy testicles and down deep between my thighs.

I'm at the point where I begin to think about zipping myself up and
getting back to my reading when a shout startles me. "Hey! What do you
think you're doing?" I jerk upright in my chair and slide my shirt
back over my head, but it's too late. I see an older man in a
custodian's uniform coming toward me. The man is not unattractive,
probably in his late forties at most, and he's sporting a close
cropped haircut and a grimace as he nears me.

"Sorry," I start, "it's just so hot in here. I needed a little cool air."

"I'll bet you did, but that's no excuse for touching yourself like a slut."

I was surprised at his use of the word slut, but I didn't argue with
him. "Well, it was already out and everything, it only felt natural,
plus there was no one around anyway. You're not gonna tell anyone, are
you?"

"That depends on what you're willing to do for me, boy," he said, then
chuckled. "Boy? Ha, with tits like those, and with that slutty bra,
you barely qualify, more bitch than anything."

I stood up to try to meet with him on eye level, forgetting that my
pants were unzipped, and as I gained my feet, they dropped down to my
knees, making it even more obvious that I was wearing black panties to
match the bra he's so clearly noticed already. Even worse, my cock was
still hard, partly from before when I was touching myself and partly
from the way this man was treating me, and all four inches were poking
the fabric of the panties out, extending from under my chubby belly.
The man reached forward and grabbed my tiny cock through my panties,
sliding his hand to the underside and gripping my balls.

"This making you hard, bitch?" he asked, and I only nodded. "Answer me
when I ask you a question!" He tightened his grip on my testicles,
making my eyes water.

"Yes, yes I like it," I whispered.

"I knew you did. Pull up your pants and come with me, slut."

I knew better than to argue with him, so I gathered my jeans and,
sucking in my stomach, buttoned the pants. I didn't bother with the
belt or the zipper since I figured we wouldn't be gong far, and was
surprised when he stopped in front of a large elevator and used a key
to call it to our floor. It must be a service elevator of some kind, I
thought, though I couldn't imagine what large items would need to
moved so often in a library. Maybe it's just there in case they have
to move some bookshelves?

The doors opened and the man stepped inside. I followed quickly and
moved to the back wall, leaning against the railing. The man hit the
button that said B and we moved downward. The doors opened and I
noticed by the unfinished walls and poor, fluorescent lighting that we
were likely in some kind of storage area. The man and I exited the
elevator and I was relieved to feel that it was about 20 degrees
cooler here than upstairs.

"Strip, bitch," the man said, his eyes full of lust, and more than a
little angry. I didn't want to make him mad, so I complied. I lifted
the Incubus tee shirt over my head and started to undo the bra when he
said, "No, leave the slut gear. Just your regular clothes."

I shrugged, and undid the button to my pants, used my feet to pull off
my shoes and socks, and stood before him. I didn't know what to do
next, so I just sort of stood there for a moment while he gazed at me,
taking all of me in. "Turn around for me once," he said, and I did,
waggling my chubby ass at him while I did. Once I was facing him
again, I noticed he had stepped closer. His mouth met mine and I could
taste his cigarettes on his tongue as it thrust full force into my
mouth. His hands were everywhere, grazing my tits and my chub rolls,
playing with my little cock and sliding up and down my thighs. After a
moment his tongue left my mouth and he started kissing my neck.

His lips on my neck, I could feel his hips start to grind into my
flabby groin, his cock through his pants noticeable bigger than mine,
and probably not even hard yet. I didn't know how he would react to me
touching him, but I couldn't help myself and slid my hand along his
rough work pants and onto his cock. He moaned into my neck and pulled
back a little, keeping his groin forward though, so my hand remained
on it. "You like that, girl? You like the feel of a real cock instead
of that mini-cock you've got?"

Him making fun of my cock made me even harder. "Yes, sir," I said,
"it's so big and thick, can I see it please?" He pushed harder into my
hand, his cock swelling even larger.

"Sure, baby. Call me Daddy."

"Yes, Daddy. Can I see your cock? I'd like to see what one's supposed
to look like."

With that, the man pulled away from my hand and unzipped his pants,
pulling his cock and balls out through the fly. I marveled at the size
and the thickness of it. I put my hand on the tip of it, its head
shiny and slippery with precum, and then brought my sticky palm up to
my mouth. I moaned loudly as I licked the palm of my hand, tasting the
saltiness of him. Apparently this was too much for him to take, as he
grabbed my shoulder and pushed me to the ground, shoving his cock onto
my face and grinding, his thick shaft rubbing on my nose and up into
my thick, dark hair, his balls bumping comfortably against my chin.
"Suck Daddy, bitch, he needs you to make him feel good," he said.

He didn't have to tell me twice. My tongue was already lapping at the
base of his shaft and with his go-ahead I took hold of his cock with
my chubby hand and aimed it at my mouth. I only took a few inches into
my mouth at first, savoring the thickness and feel of his mushroom
head, letting my tongue wash first the top, then the bottom of his
shaft, and playing with his piss slit. "Oh, that's a good girl, he
moaned. Yeah, show Daddy how much you want to make his feel good."

I continued lapping and sucking at his cock, taking inch after inch
down my throat until I could feel his pubic hair on my face. While I
was sucking him, the man reached down and played with my tits through
my bra, pawing at them like an animal, occasionally reaching in the
cup and pinching my nipples, rolling their hardness between his
fingers like a jelly bean. His rough hands felt good on my breasts,
the calluses of his fingers increasing the friction and making them
burn in a great way.

Suddenly, he pulled his cock out of my mouth and pulled me to my feet.
He didn't say anything, just pulled me close to him and shoved his
tongue back in my mouth. His wet cock ground against my tiny one, the
lace material providing a thin barrier between our mismatched
manhoods. While driving his tongue into my mouth, he reached around my
back and undid my bra, tossing it aside onto the heap of my other
clothes, and then, my tits unbound, he began pawing at them again, his
palms pushing them in circles as I moaned into his kisses.

His right hand trailed down and found my tiny cock. He used his index
finger and thumb to grasp it through the fabric. Pulling his tongue
out of my mouth he said, "What a nice little clit you have, baby." He
pushed forward a little with his cock, running the length of it along
the tip of my clit, showing me how long a real man's cock man's cock
should be. "It's the perfect little nubbin to tease you with while I
loosen up your pussy. Is your pussy all smooth for Daddy, baby?" he
asked.

He took me by the wrist and led me a little ways down the hall,
stopping in front of a closed door. He took out a key from his pocked
and opened the door, flicking the switch on his way in, continuing to
pull me along. "Of course, Daddy. I always keep my pussy smooth in
case a man needs to use it."

The room was better lit than the hallway, and I noticed it was almost
empty but for a few dusty book shelves and a table that seemed to be
better kept up. There was no dust on its surface, shiny and plastic in
the light. He pulled me along, and then pushed the back of my thighs
up against the table, causing me to take a seat. He leaned in closer
to me, his cock still out and hard, rubbing against my clit as he
stood over me, bending down. "That's what it's for, isn't it?" he
whispered to me. "Your pussy is for pleasing real men, right, baby?"

"Yes, Daddy. That's what it's there for. Can I please Daddy with my
pussy, please?" His face met mine in a kiss much more tender than the
previous ones.

"Oh, doll, of course you can." He pushed gently on my chest, laying me
back onto the table, and pulled at my panties, sliding them off of my
thick thighs, down past my knees and calves, and off my feet. My
panties discarded somewhere, he started kissing me at my toes, making
his way next to the ball of my ankle, and then up my smooth legs and
thighs until his lips met with my clit.

His tongue swirled around the tip my little boyclit and I moaned as he
easily took my whole manhood into the mouth. I wasn't even touching
the back of his throat, but the pressure of his sucking and his skill
with his tongue sent my eyes rolling into the back of my head.

Daddy took his mouth off my clit and pushed my legs apart wider with
his arms, then parted the veldt of my pussy with his hands. "Oh,
baby," he groaned, "your pussy is so smooth and tasty-looking. Do you
want Daddy to eat out your pussy?"

His tongue started lapping at the edges of my cunt and I couldn't
believe how good it felt, the roughness of it like a cat's playing and
tickling the flesh around my hole. "Yes, Daddy, yes. Please eat out my
cunt and play with my clit, please Daddy, please." I was shaking a
little with how dexterous his tongue was, and as soon as the first yes
passed my lips his tongue dove right into my smooth hole, the
thickness of it parting my pussy ring, hardly resistant at all to his
pressure.

He lapped at my tight little cunt, pushing his tongue deeper and
deeper inside, and his right hand reached up and played with my clit,
his ring finger and thumb on either side of the tip, he slowly moved
the flesh of me up and down, up and down. His left hand pressed on my
taint, pushing gently on my prostate, making my tiny boyclit leak more
than it was already. "Oh, Daddy!" I yelled, giving up all pretext and
releasing myself fully into living this moment. "Oh Daddy you're so
good to play with my cunt, please Daddy, let me make you feel good,
too. Please fuck me Daddy."

Daddy stood up and pulled me by my shoulders up to meet him, the taste
of my pussy fresh on his tongue, still mingled with cigarettes, but so
tasty, our tongues lapping at each other. He undid his belt and the
button on his pants now, sliding them to the floor, and I wasn't
surprised that he was going commando. My cunt was still pushed out
over the edge of the table, and while Daddy and I kissed, his cock
touched my still open cunt, and I shivered a little. His tongue still
going strong in my mouth, Daddy put his arms around my waist, making
sure to hold me in place, and pushed gently but firmly in with his
cock. My pussy resisted his entrance, so thick was his cock, but Daddy
wasn't going to take no for an answer. He pushed me away and grabbed
my ankles, pulling them as far apart as possible, and put the knob of
his cock right up against my twat. "Relax, baby. This is gonna hurt at
first, but you've gotta be brave for Daddy, okay?"

I nodded, and Daddy started to push in. As he pushed, his right hand
again found my clit, and his wrapped three fingers around it, rubbing
his thumb along the underside as his cock prodded for entry into my
cunt. Again, my pussy ring resisted, but this time Daddy had leverage
and he used it, pushing and pushing until my cunt could hold out no
longer, and the mushroom head of his cock popped past the ring. I
cried out in pain. It felt like someone had just forced a bat handle
past my cunt, and tears started running down my face as I sniffled.
His hand was still moving up and down on my boyclit and he stopped
pushing for a moment, saying, "That's okay, baby, go ahead and cry.
Daddy likes it when you cry and you're being a very good girl."

With that, Daddy started to push more of him massive cock into me.
Each inch felt like a dagger slipping further and further into me.
Even as his cock passed my prostate, the dual forces of that and his
hand on my nubbin sending waves through me, the pain persisted. I
closed my eyes and let the tears run down my cheeks while he pushed
further and further inside me.

Eventually, I felt his public hair on my flesh, felt the sweaty
stickiness of his scrotum meet with the chubby, sweaty cheeks folds
below my pussy, and I breathed a sigh of relief. "Daddy, can we wait a
second before you start fucking me?" I asked, my voice thick with the
effort of holding back the pain.

"Sure, sweet girl. Daddy'll just hold it in you for a minute, then you
can make Daddy feel really good, okay?" His cock was all the way
inside me, and after a minute the burning went away except for right
around my pussy ring. Daddy stood there, rubbing up and down the shaft
of my little boy-nub, and breathed in and out.

Soon, I felt the muscles of his cock flex inside me and I knew it was
time. Without asking if I was ready, Daddy started moving his hips
back and forth. The burning at the entry to my pussy still remained,
but overwhelming it was a sense of fullness and pleasure as his thick
shaft moved forward and backward across my prostate. He didn't fuck
hard at first, but slowly his speed increased and he pulled out
farther and farther with each thrust, sometimes causing the mushroom
head of his cock to swell over and across my prostate, sending
electric jolts of joy up my spine and through my whole body. "Oh,
Daddy," I cried, "fuck me! Fuck me!"

His cock was now long-stroking in and out of my hole, the bulbous head
of his cock meeting the inside of my pussy ring on most strokes.
"Yeah, take it you bitch, take it like the slut you are. You love
having my cock inside your cunt, don't you?"

His cock was growing even thicker now, the pace of his hand on my
little nib growing more and more frantic, and I could tell both of us
were nearing eruption. "Yes, Daddy! Fuck your little girl, fuck me
hard. I love your cock inside me. Please, Daddy, please come in me, I
need to feel your manjuices inside my cunt."

This was just too much for both of us, I could tell. The tip of his
cock grew even larger, and he shoved deeper inside me than he had ever
gone on any previous thrust, burying his cock and balls deep into the
folds of my ass, I felt his cock surge and jerk inside me, filling me
with his sperm and his juice. My clit couldn't take anymore and just
as I felt him release his torrent of slush into my sloppy cunt, I shot
my clit juice everywhere, some of it hitting Daddy's chest, but most
of it landing on my huge hairless belly.

Daddy was breathing hard, and he took his hand away from my clit,
rubbing it in the jizz covering my belly, he brought It forward to my
mouth, where I hungrily lapped it from his palm and the back of his
hand. Daddy's cock was still inside me, but was slowing losing its
hardness. He pulled me up by my shoulders and brought his mouth to
mine, kissing me gently, his tongue and mine not warring, but playing
upon one another.

I felt Daddy's cock soften more and then plop out of my used-up cunt.
Daddy reached down between my legs and shoved three of his fingers,
then a fourth into my fucked-out hole. He pulled back from kissing me
and brought the slimy hand to his mouth, licked a little of it off his
hand, then shoved all four fingers into my mouth. After I had licked
them for a few seconds, he took his hand out, then reached into my
hole again, and brought the cunt-juice and sperm mixture back up to my
mouth for me to eat. "That's a good girl," he whispered as my tongue
savored the mixed flavor of him and me. "That's a good slut for
Daddy."

Daddy pulled me off the table, and pushed my shoulders down, and I
knew that he wanted me to clean the cunt-juice off his cock, so,
bending over instead of going down to my knees, I sucked the whole of
his soft cock into my mouth, washing it with my saliva. It tasted
glorious, and while I was sucking him clean, I could feel more of his
seed slipping from out of my pussy and down my chubby legs. "You did a
good job for Daddy," he said.

After Daddy was satisfied that his cock was clean, he pulled up his
pants and tucked his shirt back in before buttoning up and cinching
his belt. I found where he had tossed my panties and slipped them on,
knowing that they wouldn't do much good to keep the cum from running
down my legs. We walked down the hall again, and while we waited for
the elevator to get back to the basement, I put my bra back on and
slipped the tee shirt over my head. I was just slipping my shoes on
and cinching my own belt when the door to the elevator opened. We
stepped inside and Daddy hit the button for the top floor.

It was almost five and the library was going to close soon, so I just
gathered my stuff up while Daddy went about his work. On my way out, I
wrote my phone number on a slip of paper and handed it to him, saying,
"Call me anytime, Daddy." He smiled at me and said he would, then I
began walking down the stairs to the main level, each step sending
more of Daddy's still-warm sperm slipping from my cunt and trailing
down my thighs.

The End

Author's Note: Thanks for reading this continuation and for all of the
feedback I received on the first story. Sorry it took so long to get
to this. Any feedback on this story (or pictures of what your real
man's cock is supposed to look like) is welcomed at
chubbyslutforyouruse@gmail.com. Thanks for your comments.