Filling the dumpster – The Cum Diaries – (M/f, Forced)

[THE CUM DIARY] – June 5th,2019

It’s been a long time since I last posted here. A lot has happened and I had to take some precautions, to make sure I don’t get caught. I was trying for the last few months to just be good, and act my age, and not try to fuck everything that moves, but I have failed, and recently given in to temptation again. After my adventures in the hotel, with a group from Reddit, some rumors started going around my son’s school and got back to my kids, and then my husband. Of course I denied it, said how insane and silly it was. It all but blew over, just one of those things that parents of teens deal with. For weeks after that I was good. I took down everything. I nearly closed this account. Last week however, well, I guess it just happened. My husband had been cleaning out the garage and the shed of old tools and toys and odds and ends from the last nearly 2 decades. He bought one of those bag dumpster things, that they will come pick up for $200 when its full. I was supposed to call on Monday, and now it was Wednesthey and I had still forgotten, but had told my husband I had called and they were supposed to come pick up that week. As luck would have it, Wednesthey is garbage day, and though I hadn’t been thinking about it, I suddenly remembered when I heard the sound of the garbage truck coming down the street, and started to panic. And then the doorbell rang!

He had caught me completely by surprise. I had been cleaning the house, it was early, before 10am, and the kids had only left an hour or so before. I usually clean for the start of the day, first the kitchen, then downstaris, and then finally up to clean rooms, and make beds. Unless we are expecting company, I usually don’t bother to shower or dress much, till after I clean. That morning i was wearing one of my husbands old college pullover hoodies, with the arms cut out and the neck line cut open. It is huge one me, comes down nearly to mid thigh, and it had been hot in the house that morning, withoutht the AC on yet, and I just threw it on. No bra, just a thong. And now here I was, without thinking, openning my door to a stranger. He was tall, well over 6’5. I am 5’10 and he towevered over me. Large around the waist, with a thick barrell chest, and hulking arms, and a cocoa brown color that just made me blush. I could feel his dark eyes on me. I could see him looking me up and down, and taking it in. I let him. I couldn’t help myself. “Good moring” I said chiperly, “Can I help you?” I tried to sounds sultry and cool, but it came off as nervous and I laughed a little: already I could feel the wetness start to flow. He spoke. A deep, burly, baritone, “saw yo dumpster out there. If you want I will empty for you now. I know they charge like two hundred for, I would do it for half” I was drippping wet by the time he finished speaking. Though his voice was steady and even, his eyes hand been fixated on my chest and my thighs.

“Oh!” I said. “That would be great.” and after a moments pause to think, said “I actually have some heavier stuff in the garage, that my husband didn’t put out yet. Do you think you could get that too?” I was playfully toying with cut open collar of the sweat shirt, pulling it a bit aside, swaying my hips a little, so the bottom of the hoodies pullled up a little ways, showing off more of my long legs. He nodded with approval, his eys focused now right on my crotch which was soaked, and tho my pussy was not visible, I think he could see the glistening streams of cum rolling down my inner thighs. “Let me show you!”, playfully pushing passed him, and beckoning him to follow me down the walk and around to the gargage. I punched the code quickly on the pad, and as we waited for the door to rise, I turned to look at him. He was a massvie, hulk of a man. Easily 6’8 or more, looked like a linebacker or football player type. His was was surprisingly young looking, and clean shaven, thou he had a slight goateee. His name tag said Tre. Once the door openned I swiftly walked to the back, where my husband had left a bunch of boxes full of old toys and outgrown sports equiptment, all in cardboard boxes. I stopped in front of the nearest one, and bent over, making sure the loose sweatshirt popped up off my fat ass, exposing my red thong and bare bottom. “Think you can handle this?” I asked coyly.

Looking back, I could see him starring and contemplating, and trying to decide if it was okay.

“Damn you got a fine ass, boo” he finally said. I turned and walked back toward him. Determined now, I reached a hand toward his overalled crotch, grabbign hold the massive bulge I could see starting to run down his leg. It was warm, and thick. And it seemed to never end, as I tried to grip it and feel for the head, I was nearly at his knee and it seemed to keep going. He grunted approvingly, and taking of his gloves, reached down and grabbed my ass in both hands, squeezing it and smacking it and trying to pull/rip my top off. He was huge and powerful and I felt intimidated and thrilled at the same time. I unbuttoned him and pulled his coverall down, as he continued to paw and grope me. I let him pull my hoodie off over my head, and then immediately grabbed for his basketball shorts. They were tied and I fought with knot, tut wouldn’t let it stop me. With all the force I could muster I yanked them off his ample frame, and dropped to my knees. I found myself starring, mouth agape, at a truly magnificent penis: by far the biggest I have been able to find. I put both hands around the head, peeling back the huge foreskin and exposing a head the size of a granny smith apple. The shaft was at least a foot or more long, adn it was thicker at the base than the head. I was mesmerised. I started trying to lick it and suck it, but Tre had other ideas.

He grabbed me by the hair without warning, yanking me up to my feet with a yelp. His powerful arms grabbing my shoulders, he turned me arounded and bent me over, holding me down by the neck, ass up in the air. Without even attempting to move my thong I aside, I could feel him trying to guide that massvie member into me, raw. I squirm and squeal a little, trying to get away. My struggling only seems to excite him. He yanks the thong down with one hand, forcing my neck lower with the other…. “NO” I gasp…. “Wait baby…” but its too late. I am seeing stars. The pain hits me like a freight train. I can feel that massive angry cockhead splitting me open, its so big that he has pushed my outer lips up inside me, and his attempts to thrust feel as though they are ripping my lips off. “Slowly baby … please” I beg. But he doesn’t stop. With all the fight I have, I manage to push him back and spread my one cheek enough… He is enraged by my fighiting and now releases my neck, and grabs my waist, and drives that giant fuckstick deep inside me. I scream and grunt and wriggle, fighting to turn around. He slaps my face hard, it’s like a punch. Nearly knocking me out. I am gasping for air.

Grabbing my hips he starts throwing deeep thrusts into me. I hear screaming. I am near passing out. I can barely breath. The pain of being stretched out and force fucked is overwhelming. But deep down I can feel it growing. I stop struggling, and slowly begin moving with him. Taking in his deep angry thrusts. Soon he has me grunting and cooing and squealing. I push back hard into him now trying to relax, arching my hips up to take him all in. He grunts and thrusts deeper into me, slamming against my cervix I can feel that big apple head stretching me out, trying to push into my uterus. It hurts, but it hurts so good. I begin to grunt and squeal like a pig.

“Fuck me harder you dirty n**g*!! Is that all u got!” I am yelling at him, pushing back hard on that massive stove pipe of a dick. Hearing that word angers him, he smacks me hard against the side of the head, nearly knocking me cold. Dizzy, he grabs me by the hair again, shoves himself deep up inside me, and let out a massvie grunt and howl and then fills my pussy so full of cum, it feels like a firehose going off inside me. I can’t hold back any longer, and begin cumming and squirting, as he pulls out a flood of cum, and drippings and the spray of my squirting pussy makes a huge puddle on the floor at my feet. I collapse. Aching. Spent. I lay there , nearly in a ball. Not sure what will happen next.

I hear him moving around the garage. But he says nothing. I am paralyzed. Terrified. But still turned on. AFter a while, I realize he has taken all the boxes from the garage to his truck and is now emptying the dumpster bag. I pull my top back on, straighten myself up a little, and summoning some courgage walk back down the driveway toward him. He looks up at me hesitantly at first, but then more confidently. I manage a smile, and say, “I think I owe you some money”… “We good” he says, with a grin. “I might have more for you next week in that case” i say, before thinking what I am saying. He looks at me wryly. I turn and walk back up the driveway a bit, then looking back at him say… “I like it rough baby, you can have me anyway you want me”, and flashing him my ass one last time, walk into the house and shut the door.

A few minute later, in the shower, I collapse in a pool of shame and tears. I feel like such a whore. I let that big beast rape me and asked him to come next week and do again. And the shame of it all is that I loved every second of it, and wished he was there to do it again.

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