His stern silence did not lend itself to idle chatter. I looked to him for a clue as to what to do next and he folded his arms over his chest. He had made it clear in the tone and speed of his responses that he was there for one reason; it was a relief, in a way, to know he was not expecting more.
At a loss for what to do next, I stepped closer and knelt before him.
He shifted his weight slightly to make it easier for me to unfasten his belt and the top button of his jeans.
The denim was still cool from the walk and I could smell a hint of sap where he’d brushed against a small tree or bush. I unzipped him and pulled down his jeans slowly down his thick legs until they were pooled over his black tennis shoes.
A dense nest of pubic hair escaped his black briefs at the thighs and rose toward his navel under his t-shirt. I licked my dry lips, smelling him clearly- a faint hint of bitter sweat and salty musk, sharp against the milder scents of clean linens and winter. I could see him bulging against the black cotton, heavy and solid where he pressed against the thin material.
I lay my hands flat against his hips, his skin only now starting to warm up. Hooking my thumbs into the sides of his briefs, I pulled them down hesitantly while he grabbed the bottom of his shirt and pulled it off over his head.
The bristling mat of black hair trailed up past the bulge of his broad belly and around his navel, rising to an only slightly sparser covering on his chest. He was not soft, though; even the swell of his stomach looked firm, his bare arms bulky with muscle instead of flab.
I looked back down as I felt his briefs snag while I pulled on them.
I carefully pulled the elastic out and down over the head of his shaft. Even his cock was stocky- thick and heavily veined, it drooped over the waistband of his briefs as I pulled them down farther.
He had heavy, low-hanging balls, as thickly furred as the rest of his groin. The smell of him was almost overpowering, his presence intimidating as he loomed over me with arms crossed once more.
I reached up, wrapping my hand around his width. My fingers barely met around his girth and even half-erect he almost overflowed my hand; the sharp contrast between my pink palm and his dark, purplish-black flesh made him seem all the bigger.
He stirred slightly in my grasp and laid a hand on my head, pulling me toward him with a firm tug on my hair.
I parted my lips as the tip of his hardening cock bumped against them and closed my eyes as he slid past my lips and against my tongue. My hands flat on his hips, I offered no resistance as he filled my mouth with his meat and drowned me with the smell of his sex. His bristly nest of hair scratched my nose and cheeks and I felt him against the back of my throat, threatening to make me gag.
He withdrew after a moment, pushing my head back as he pulled his glistening shaft from my mouth. When he was halfway out he pushed into me once more, my lips tightly wrapped around his still hardening member and tongue gingerly stroking the underside of his veined length.
He bumped the back of my throat and withdrew once more, wet and warm and smelling of my spit and his musk.
I could feel him getting harder and thicker as he settled into a steady rhythm to fuck my mouth. He’d push over half his length into me before withdrawing, grunting now and then as I did my best to suck and lap his cock. I ran a hand over his thigh and under, cupping and stroking his hairy, heavy balls in my fingers.
He grunted once more.
He was fully hard, thick enough to make the corners of my mouth ache as he pushed into me. When he thrust deep enough to tap the back of my throat, his bristly black pubic hair would brush my cheeks as my nose was buried in the thick nest, pungent with the tang of his sweat and skin.
I tasted the familiar hint of slick salt on my tongue as he started to leak pre-cum. Instead of hastening his thrusts, though, he slowed and withdrew from my mouth. His stiff tool stood straight from the dense mat of black curls, slick and dripping with my saliva. Thick as a rolled up magazine, cinnamon flesh dark with blood, a tiny drop of pearl tipped the mushroom head.
I looked up, still cupping his balls and panting to catch my breath. He met my gaze over the swell of his belly, his fingers still tangled in my hair.
“Are you ready for it, bitch?” His voice was low and gravelly, almost breathless.
I swallowed thickly and nodded with the aftertaste of his seed strong on my tongue.
I stumbled over to the low bed on wobbly legs.
“I’m tight,” I mumbled as I walked. “So maybe with me bent over…”
He muttered an assent as I gathered up some pillows and a couple of spare blankets to hastily form a pile on the edge of the bed. He stepped behind me, one hand cradling his balls and encircling the base of his shaft as I pulled my t-shirt over my head and tossed it aside.
I felt his hand, cool and firm against my shoulder blade as he pushed me forward against the bed. My knees hit the pile of bedding and I barely caught myself on outstretched arms, my chest resting against the pillows atop the pile as I tried not to fall in a sprawling heap. I made a surprised sound, surprised by the shove.
He steadied me with his hands on my hips, waiting until I regained some semblance of balance. Leaning over as I was- stomach resting on the pile of bedding, leaning forward at an angle with my hands holding my weight and legs spread for balance- I could not easily move without falling over.
He grabbed my shorts and underwear and yanked them down abruptly until they were stretched just above my knees. I shivered- my ass was in the air, leaving me vulnerable and exposed to a stranger that was bigger and heavier than me.
He ran a hand over the swell of my ass, sending a rippling tingle up my spine and making my own cock stir against the warm bedding. Then he slapped my butt, hard enough to sting and make me cry out again in surprise. He rubbed the sore spot a moment before slapping my flesh again, murmuring in approval as I hissed in surprised pain.
I felt him step closer as he used a foot to yank down my shorts the rest of the way and brushed his warm thigh against mine as he grabbed my hips.
I was breathing more rapidly, trying to see what he was doing over my shoulder: the scent of the bedding mixed with a hint of nervous sweat beading on my brow as he held me there, helpless.
He struck the now-tender spot once more, making me wince, cry out and clench my fists in the sheets.
And then I felt him, blunt and broad and still damp with my saliva, pushing between my cheeks and brushing up against my sensitive pucker.
I groaned and took a sharp breath as he rubbed his tip against me, grinding his thick tool against my tight knot with growing insistence. He placed one hand on my hip to hold me, the other guiding his cock in its assault.
I held out a minute, groaning and trembling as he bore down on my asshole with steady pressure and a low murmur- “that’s right, look at that bright pink ass, so tight…”