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"Bundus... Mister?"
A voice that's entirely too sweet to be in a place like this rotten calls out to him, and Bundus keeps his eyes shut for a few more moments, a petty flavor of humor bubbling in his soft belly as he hears your exasperated sigh.
"Excuse me?" His hat that he had tipped down over the top half of his face is gently pushed up, and he cracks an eye open to see you peering down at him, neat brows drawn together in that irritated frown you always ran around the place wearing.
"Mm, well aren't you a pretty sight this early in the mornin'. I musta died in my sleep 'n gone to Heaven." He wiggles in his spot to get comfortable, or rather as comfortable as he can on the goddamn brick of a bed he's lounged on.
He's got no business holding out in a cesspool like this at his old age, and before he can go regretting the past choices and decisions that led him to this pissant town instead of to a warm meal in a warm home which housed a warm woman with an even warmer twat, you're rolling those plump lips into your mouth in that bashful way you do and taking a cautious step forward.
"You just gonna stand there and look pretty, or did you have something to tell me?" You let a moment of silence past by, hands fiddling with the ends of that short little skirt you've got on.
"Do we really have to play this game every single time? You know why I'm here, Bundus." You sigh again and add in an eye roll.
"That I do, but I still like to hear you say it all the same." He lays his hand in his lap, a smug little smirk playing on his lips. "It's something about a young pretty thing begging for a hard fuck that gets this old man going." You immediately bristle, hackles rising and temper rising but you quickly get a handle on it. "So go ahead, tell ole Bundus what you need."
"I need... I would like for you.. to..." You take in a deep breath and let it out slow, and it takes him alot of restraint to keep from guffawing in your face. "I want you to fuck me." You rush it out, eyes stubbornly refusing to meet his, and he hums out an old tune.
"Sorry, sugar, I ain't catch that. Won't you get a bit closer? C'mon, take a seat right here." He gives his lap a hard pat, and you give him a tired look. "I'll get you nice and warm while you tell me again, cause I know that skirt ain't doing a damn thing to fight this chill."
You seem to contemplate something and he waits, patiently, because he already knows how this ends.
It finally begins when you lose whatever internal battle you were having with yourself and park that pert little ass in his lap, posture stiff and rigid. He splays a hand on your thigh, head down turned to look at you as he gives it a firm tap. "As you were saying?"
"You're not the hot commodity that you seem to think you are." The words spill out from your lips and he licks his own in turn.
"I don't think anything. Last I checked, you were the one seekin' me out." You open your mouth to rebuttal and he tuts. "Your stuck-up, princess ass is the one that started this game that you claim to hate so much, yet you keep coming back to get this cunt pumped full of cum." He forces your thighs apart and cups you between your legs, corner of his mouth lifting up into a cruel grin when he makes contact with bare, wet skin. "So you can cut the shit and be honest with me - it's just us here. You and old Bundus, so c'mon and give it to me straight — you want me to fuck ya?"
He rubs two thick fingers against that cute little clit that's tucked away between those fat pussy lips that always hug his cock so nice. You drip all over him, teeth sunk down into your bottom lip as you tremble in his lap.
"You want me to fill you up and fuck this pussy raw? Hm? C'mon now, sugar, I need you to talk to me. I'm a real gentleman. I don't believe in forcin' myself on a woman, so I'ma need ya to—"
"God! Yes, please. Please just... please just fuck me."
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"Look at that face - you're havin' the time of your life, ain't you?"
You answer in the language of a fucked out woman, one he understands perfectly, and he grabs a fistful of tit and squeezes, admiring the way it spills between his fingers.
"'Course you are. Look at the mess you've made on me." He pulls his dick out of you, the fat, tanned shaft covered from tip to base in your cum. He plunges back in, your puffy pussy, the greedy thing, easily taking him back in. "That mouth of yours tells the cutest lies, but this girl down here is nothin' but truthful. Every time I get my hands on 'er she shows me just how much she loves me—goddamn."
You tighten up around him, walls quivering, and he flattens his hand down on your lower belly as he pushes in again, teeth flashing in a nasty smile when he feels that telltale lump. "Oh, it's deep in there. You feel me, princess? Huh?" You cry out, legs spreading wider and fat tits bouncing in tune with his harsh thrusts. "'M gonna cum deep inside, just like you love—you love it, don't ya? When I fill you up till you're fuckin' stuffed?"
His skin flushes red hot as he fucks into you faster, your squeaked out words not heard over the blood rushing in his ears. "...sweetest cunt. Never get tired of it." He slams in deep one last time, heavy balls pressed firm to the curve of your ass, and his whole body pulses as he gives you every last drop of cum he's got.
His body gives out a second later, and he has enough courtesy to fall on the bed beside you and not on top — a gentleman, he told you.
He huffs out a breath, hand absentmindedly rubbing at your thigh. He's never been the cuddling type, but he doesn't push you off when you roll over and curl into his side, your fingers gently pulling at the blonde hairs on his chest.
He gives your ass a firm smack and grips it in his meaty paw, finding pleasure in the sharp gasp you let out followed by the weak kick to his calf. "Careful now. You keep petting on me like that and I'll start thinking you give a damn about me."
"Hell would sooner freeze over." You mutter, cheek nuzzling up on his pec, and he loudly laughs, hand soothing the smacked skin, and lets his eyes slip shut, tiredness settling into his bones.
"Likewise, sweetheart."