You'd know him if you saw him. Drinking in a bar, lifting weights at the gym, taking a piss in the men's room - the kind of guy who reeked of hot, rough _s_e_x_. All eyes were drwan to him, men and women alike - women fantasizing about how good he'd be in bed, men filled with envy and jealousy. Only the rougher, tougher kind of man could make his circle of friends - men like him who used their hard masculinity as a power base. He was the kind of man who grew a mustache not only to make him more macho, but who drove a pickup truck with a bumper sticker reading "I Give Mustache Rides" just to have people, women mostly, speed up to catch a glimpse at the handsome, hairy trucker.
He was the kind of man who'd make your girlfriend hot - so hot she'd fanatasize about him until you finally gave in. Then he'd _f_u_c_k_ her.
And if you were lucky, he'd let you watch. Let you watch him make her cum real hard over and over and over around his big, long _c_o_c_k_.
He was the kind of man who knew how close pain and pleasure were, how close a person's buttocks were to their _c_o_c_k_ or pussy, and how a well-timed, sadistic spanking could drive a person wild with lust for the man doing the spanking.
He had his cigarettes. He had his can of beer. He had his rough, macho attitude. He was ready to give me what I wanted. A good, hard spanking.
A no-holds barred mean, nasty spanking that would make the two of us hot, sticky, sweaty, and horny as hell. I gulped at the sight of the muscular man who would spank me over and over and over - his sadistic sneer the perfect compliment to my submissive trembling.
"C'mere, boy," he hissed in his deep, gravely voice. "Git over here and take it like a _f_u_c_k_in' man!" He posed like a stud out of GQ, opening his suit jacket as he propped his right leg up seductively in cool male style. The jet-black mustache he wore matched his solid black athletic-cut business suit, combining to give an aura of sharp authority and cruel, hot, macho _s_e_x_. I approached him, drawn to his rugged brawn and wild, lustful good looks. The way his crisp clothes clung to his well-built body was impossible to miss - the broad shoulders, washboard stomach, pumped-up chest were all prominantly displayed. His trousers clung to his lower body, hugging his rock-hard buttocks and revealing a powerful lump in the front that was obviously the man's _c_o_c_k_. At the bottom of his long black slacks he wore a pait of black cowboy boots in wild, rebellious contrast to his otherwise stern outerwear.
The braggart poised himself for my benefit, inviting me to come closer.
"A-are you gonna spank me?" I asked meekly, slowly stepping closer to the man.
"Spank you?" he said in mock surprise. "You want me to spank you?" His tanned, unshaven face looked at me teasingly. "you want o'l Bud here to spank that fanny of yours?" "Y-y-yes," I stammerred, taking another step toward the hot-looking executive, intimidated by his rugged physique and _c_o_c_k_y macho confidence.
"I'll spank you, all right," he threatened. "I'll spank you so _f_u_c_k_in' hard you'll be thinkin' of me every time you sit down for a week!" I shuttered uncontrollably at the hot notion of Bud's masculinity on my mind every time I sat down, feeling the sting of his spanking days afterward.
"Oh, God, Dad, do it to me," I whined, stepping closer and closer toward his raised thigh - toward the thigh he'd spank me over. We were close, closer than two men should be, yet I wanted to be closer still. I wanted to be up against the big, nasty executive, our bodies pressed hotly against each other, locked in a hot, mean, man-to-man spanking. "Spank me, sir," I moaned, looking up into the tall stud's jet black eyes.
He wasted no time. I felt him push me down into position, and I groaned as my crotch met his hard, beefy leg. Oh god, I thought, and went hard immediately. I felt him go through the procedure, and I winced, knowing he was enjoying it. "Gonna spank ya, boy," he said, lighting his cigarette. "Gonna spank ya for as long as it takes me to smoke this," and then I felt him stroking my ass, smoothing out all the creases. I heard him put on his spanking gloves - big black leather motorcycle gloves, squeaking with rugged intent, skin tight, and he snickered evily above me. Oh _s_h_i_t_ - I was gonna get spanked! SMACK! I jumped at the sting of my virile dad's hand slapping me squarely on the asshole. "YEAHHHH!!!" he roared, wild with male roughness.
As the fire spread through my butt cheeks, I closed my eyes, savoring the way my dad's spanking made my _d_i_c_k_ feel. SMACK! "YEAHHHH!!!" Another bullseye. SMACK! SPANK! SPANK! "You feelin this, boy?" SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! I could feel everything, from his rugged muscled lap, to his hard hand - oh yeah - and I began to grunt. The _s_e_x_y mustached executive spanked me HARD - SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! "You learnin yer lesson, boy...." he growled while he smoked, arrogantly spanking me, like it meant nothing to him.
He pulled me off his hard knee, forcing me to stare into his rugged face. As he smoked, letting the cigarette hang wickedly out the corner of his mouth, he hissed, "Strip me, boy!" I froze, my heart racing, my ass flaming, as he glared down cruelly at me. "You heard me - strip me, you _f_u_c_k_in' asshole. C'mon and git me naked!" Like a manservant, I began to do as he commanded. I removed his suit coat, slowly pulling it from his wide shoulders and slipping it down his long arms. It slid off his body - the crisp garment was in my hands, and I could smell the rugged scent of Bud - his cigarettes, his sweat, his musky cologne... A slight moan escaped my lips as I held his jacket, knowing how powerful he looked in it. I carefully draped the black jacket on the chair I'd been spanked on, then my hands went to his black necktie. He smirked arrogantly as I untied the knot, his chest heaving in my face. After removing the executive's tie, I gulped as I began to unbutton Bud's trim-fitted white shirt.
Down his big, beefy chest my fingers ran, touching the hard male muscles on the smoker's body. I pulled out his shirttails, and removed his shirt, gasping at the way his white t-shirt clung to his athleticly built chest. His hairy chest poked out the neck of the t-shirt, his big biceps bulged out the sleeves, and at once I realized just how masculine my father was. I reached out for his skin tight t-shirt with the notion of taking it off - but my hands uncontrollably pressed up hard onto Bud's strong upper body. Before I knew it, I was feeling the man up - and _d_a_m_n_, it felt goooood! "Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm," Bud groaned deeply as I repeatedly stroked the man's chest, savoring the rock hardness of the nasty bodybuilder.
Then he chuckled cruelly, making me shake before him, rubbing his hot, male chest. I remembered how he'd _f_u_c_k_ed my girlfriend, how he made her cum so _d_a_m_n_ hard. His chest. _d_a_m_n_ - his rough, hairy chest.
Closing my eyes, I pictured him _f_u_c_k_ing Sue, grinding his powerful, well-built chest up against her hard, pointed tits. She screamed, the course, hairy chest scratching her ripe nipples with crude male lust. Afterwards, she told me it was his chest as much as his _c_o_c_k_ that made her cum like no man ever had before. I remembered his underwear drawer - with his jock straps, horsewhips and riding crops. And how after she'd cum twice, he spanked her with his thick, black razor strap for being so naughty. While he took his strap to her ass, he made her finger _f_u_c_k_ herself until she came again as he flogged her with wild, macho brawn. With my hands on his hairy chest and my mind on his rough, cruel _s_e_x_, I felt my _d_i_c_k_ throb wildly inside my pants "Spank me," I whimpered, looking up into his rugged face. "Spank me again - like this." I ran my hands all over the hairy man's upper body, breathing hard with each stroke of his pounding chest, thinking lewdly about his thick, powerful arms and how hard he could spank a fire into my ass. My hands begged the tall jock to bruise me - to spank me dressed in his tight slacks and a t-shirt. He looked so mean and nasty, halfway undressed down to where his macho chest and thick arms were impossible not to notice. I wanted to get it from a real he-man, and Bud was without a doubt that man.
"Pleeeeasssse," I begged, "spank me like this." In seemingly one swift move, Bud dragged the wooden chair over in front of the full-length mirror, sat down, pulled me over his lap, and gave me what I wanted.
SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! Over and over and over he swatted my hot rump, turning my head to watch in the mirror. There, I could see the muscular middle-aged stud dishing out a good, hard spanking.
_d_a_m_n_ - it turned me on. I bounced over his hot lap in rhythm to his hearty, lustful swats, getting spanked by the mustached jock in the black pants and the tight t-shirt. I watched Bud spank me in the mirror - looking more manly as he spanked than ever before. He squinted as he worked, cigarette smoke drifting sinisterly up from the corner of his mouth where his cigarette hung, making his mustache look all the more macho. SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! I watched myself take his spanking, my eyes glued to his and my reflection.
"Oh, Dad!" I moaned repeatedly, looking at his big hairy arm raise up over his shoulder, the cruel, wicked, forbidden thrill of watching my father spank me getting me real hot. I felt the hot sweat in his crotch rise, mingling with my own dampness, making me wet. My _c_o_c_k_ slid roughly back and forth across his knee, and with shock and horror I realized I was riding my father's leg while he spanked me! I was dry-humping my dad! Did he know it? Could he feel my hard-on bucking lewdly against his thick, hard thigh? Could he hear me gasp and grunt with building lust as he spanked me? I squirmed, wiggled, and attempted to get up from his lap. But he held me down. He effortlessly held me with one hand on my back while he slapped mean, macho horniness into my ass with the other. He chuckled, a sadistic, knowing chuckle that told me he knew - he knew I was horny, that his spanking was making me hornier, and that he could feel my raging prick shove hard into his muscular thigh with each nasty SPANK he gave me.
"C'mon, boy - git spanked!" he coaxed. "You've wanted this for a _f_u_c_k_in' long time - now git it! Git spanked! Git _f_u_c_k_in' spanked!" "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh," I mewled, losing control, writhing wildly over Bud's lap, feeling a hardness there between his legs. It was his _c_o_c_k_. Bud's _c_o_c_k_. Big, long, and throbbing, I could feel my stepdad's now erect _c_o_c_k_ as he spanked me. It turned him on, too. He spanked me harder now, really punishing me. Sweat ran down his t-shirt as he grunted like an animal, spanking me with lewd skill. I grinded my penis against his firm lap, letting it build.
"Oh, Dad - you're - you're gonna make me cum!" "Yeah!" he growled, "I'm gonna make you cum. All over my goddam lap! Go on, boy! Git spanked and cum! Cream in your jeans, son. Yeah! I wanna feel you cum over my knee!" He laughed, mean and low - a cruel, gutteral, wholly masculine and nasty chuckle, that told me all I needed.
He was spanking me to orgasm - it would be because of him and his lewd, brutal body that I'd be forced to cum. I felt his pecker fully aroused, throbbing mightily against my hot, steamy crotch. As I felt each hefty SPANK to the hilt, I wondered how big his _c_o_c_k_ had to be - I wondered what would happen after I shot my wad and he was left with that wild erection. If he was half as horny as I was...
"Gonna cum, Dad - " I panted, "gonna cum. Oh _s_h_i_t_ - gonna cum all over your big nasty _c_o_c_k_ -ohh - oooohhhh - OOOHHHHH - AAAAAARRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGG!!!!!!!" Pressing hard into Bud's throbbing loins, my _c_o_c_k_ bucked crudely against his, and I came.
Bud cussed viciously through his cigarette. "Yeah. Cum for me, boy.
Put yer _f_u_c_k_in' _c_o_c_k_ hard against my big legs and spit! Cum all over that big _d_i_c_k_, son - yeah - cum on top of that _f_u_c_k_in' big prick of mine.