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Part 46:
Stood up at the bar again with Jeff working my fucked hole and joking with our friends I actually felt great. I'd smeared everyone's drool, as much as it was possible into my face. Uri the 6'5" bear of a man I'd met on my first ever visit to Sling was with us. Jeff had told me back then that getting fucked by him was a right of passage for many but strangely despite my many visits to Sling I'd yet to tick Uri off or to be more honest he'd yet to tick me off.
He got closer and draped an arm around my shoulder and I slightly nuzzled into him. To be fair despite his intimidating look, size and attitude he really was a good guy and I always chatted with him. I always made out with him as well. His dense beard, cigar smoke lined, bourbon combo wasn't everyone's cup of tea but I loved it. It was also always the bitchy side of me showing off to the sports clothes younger lads that I: a) could get off with a guy like this & b) loved it.
"You've fucked Sam right Uri?" came Jeff's line slightly catching me off guard. To be honest I was looking at a guy on the dance floor and drooling a bit.
Uri let out a deep, low, rumbling laugh. "No, no I've not. To be honest I've got to know him, not managed to have him in his early incarnation here. I've got to know his personality. You know what I'm like. I like them when I'm not aware what they're like. I know Sam too well. I actually respect what a low life he is". There was more deep laughter.
I was almost insulted by this, if I was capable of being insulted that is. I leaned up and whispered into his ear "you've no idea what I'm like, you've never had me work you over".
Uri looked back at me now with an angry face. Almost as though a slut like me issuing a challenge had an impact on his manhood and masculinity. "You want me then boy? You want me like that helpless little slut you are?"
There was a growl to his voice, a sense of total dominance. He reached and started to finger fuck my hole causing me to moan a bit.
"Dogs like you are nasty, I only fuck prime meat, fresh meat, not degraded meat like you, rotten meat!" His middle finger was now deep into my slack and used ass, the music was pumping, Jeff was watching and grinning.
There was something of a sensation of being impaled as Uri then took me down the side of the bar, his finger deep in my used ass and towards a fire escape that he just flung open and out into a side ally in the industrial park. With the door closed there was a muffled thumping of the music but outside it was silent, still, dark. A quick movement though and a few security lights came on lighting it up like daylight.
This wasn't a great place to be honest. Fire escape stairs from the other floors, a stench of piss and loads of tossed off used condoms.
"Kneel in the filth and blow me you stupid slut" was Uri's growled instruction. He undid a zip on his pouch and pulled out a thick, long and fuck it was long, cut cock.
I sunk into the mess, it was a mess, but with hands clasped behind my back I rolled my head around his cock, smelling before eventually diving on and taking him into my mouth. There was an instant salty taste, a taste sluts know. It's a taste that lets you know that either the guy has been jerking or your his clean up bitch. Based on everything I knew I was cleaning up another lad.
That just pushed me on, harder, taking him `till my gag reflex hit and I coughed some drool back.
"I taste good don't I boy?" I nodded "that's right you filthy clean up bitch, clean me some more".
I groaned around his cock, rumbling up it. He hadn't grasped my head, that wasn't his style at all preferring the slut to do all the work.
"Up the steps" was the instruction as he grabbed me, pushing me up four flights of steps to the roof. Here again there were security lights. Uri turned me around, pushed my back forward and drove his big cock up my used ass.
Now I wasn't dry, I wasn't totally slack either and he was huge and so the noise I made as he pumped right up me was one of omg yes' and fuck that hurts'. But Uri wasn't a man to stop.
"Those tears in your eyes? Wipe them away, take this" the unrelenting pace quickened up.
When you taste cum on a guys cock there's always a risk, that being someone's had that first or second load and the top is running a bit drier. It also means that he may just go on and on and on. Ploughing away reshaping your ass.
Uri actually walked me around the roof, fucking me. He went from nasty verbal to normal chat. It was surreal.
Then on the edge of the roof he pushed my face into the brick and started to cum.
It was totally unique the noises he let out. Growls, shouts, to be honest some of it in languages I didn't understand and then the pull out, the pop from ass causing me to fall slightly forward.
"Well, that's you off the list" he said grinning at me. "You know something. You're lucky having Jeff, he's one of the best and my hasn't he turned you into a shameless conditioned whore.
With that we went down the steps and back to the club.
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