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"Banged at the Building Site - Part 2" Part 1: https://onlyfans.com/773106542/thegrizzlyden As the afternoon sun beats down on the construction site the men continue their work. They walk and drive around the yard, their muscles and body hair glistening sweat as they toil. Carrying bags of cement and operating machines they work their bodies hard for their wages. At the edge of the site sits the beige single-wide trailer that houses the office. Inside that office, back against the desk, you sit on the floor--your throat being assailed by my cock. You're sitting on your knees with my thighs on either side of your head. My fat, hairy body towers over you, my arms spread as I support my weight against my desk. My hips drive back and forth into your face, my thick dick sliding down your throat at an angle. I push in and out past your tonsils, pushing my cockhead into the tightness. The throat massage milks shots of precum out of my shaft, causing it to throb and bulge inside your mouth. "Oh, fuck yeah--take it!" I growl as I grind the base of my cock into your lips. "Fucking white collar bitch, suck that workingman dick!" "Mmrph--!" you groan, unable to vocalize a syllable as I disable your voicebox. "Fucking pencil pusher!" I say, "How's that cock smell?" You take a deep breath through your nose and inhale my scent. The musk of a huge working Joe overwhelms your senses. Your eyes begin to roll into the back of your head as your arms go limp. A massive amount of testosterone floods your nasal cavity and makes your mouth water. Your cock craving goes stronger and you subconsciously loosen your jaw, allowing me to push into you deeper and harder. The sounds of heavy equipment outside drown out the noise of our sex. Your throat makes loud glucking noises as my dick dives deep into your mouth, pulling out every so often to permit you to breathe in air from around my member. My deep strokes in and out of your throat obstruct your breathing, so I train you to breathe when I pull out--only to greedily push back in and relish the pleasure of re-penetrating your mouth. Each thrust is the turn of a wrench, my tool adjusts your esophagus to suit my size. Nailing you into the desk, my hips swing back and forth like a hammer--driving my nail into you and binding you to the furniture. You look up into my face, seeing my closed eyes as I lean over and pant as your face is drilled. The fat of my hairy belly eclipses my face, dropping you into a hairy darkness as my hips plunge downward. I don't retrieve my hips, instead driving my weight down into you and holding you deep in my groin. You're encased in body fat and feel the warmth as your face is absorbed into my flesh. Sweet precum coats my cock as it twitches over your tongue, letting you taste my essence as you're made to breathe through my sweaty pubes. The combination of warm darkness, musky sweat, and sweet precum triggers your primal psychology at levels you've never experienced before. You fall into a void where nothing exists besides me and my body, the surge of fat becoming your universe as you're pulled into my gravity well. The pressure in your head increases as you are compressed by the mass of my body, my dick pulsing in delight as you pleasure it with your face hole. "That's it, swallow that dick, boy! That's a real man's smell right there, I fucking work hard to smell that good!" Your brain releases waves of endorphins to encourage your submission to me. The detection of such a strong masculine odor activates a series of autonomic responses that alter your brain chemistry and turn you into my slut. You moan in pleasure as you're penetrated, your body melting into the tides of neurotransmitters. You become lost in time as our dance continues. Minutes become hours as my hips pull back and allow you to breathe, before returning to a series of punishing strokes--pushing the back of your throat to the limit as I attempt to locate your tolerances. The sounds of your throat drive my predatory impulses as my cock searches for pussy. Finally, after a final deep-throat hold that seems to last for eternity, you're released completely as I take two steps back and admire my workmanship. Your head hangs low, drooling spit and precum as you look up with red eyes and a smiling face--your office neatness ruined by my demolition, having turned your once corporate-friendly mug into a patchy mess of spit and joyful cocksucker tears. "Did you like that, slut?" "Yes, Sir!" you pant, "thank you..." "Don't thank me, boy, you're doing a fine job. It's time I remodel that other hole now--don't you think?" "Yessir!" you beam a wide smile and lick your lips. "How do you want me?" "Bend over the desk," I give you an arm and help you stand up. Your weak knees tremble as you rise and turn around, stealing a quick kiss from me before you bend over and lay your body on the cold surface of the laminated surface. You feel my sweaty hands grab your cheeks, spreading them open and confidently rubbing your hole with my fingers. You hear me open one of the side drawers and shuffle my hand around, followed by the tell-tale sound of lube being squirted out and the coolness as it is applied to you. My rough, hard-working fingers twist around your hole before gently pushing the tips in and out--stretching and gauging your tightness. "Been a while, hasn't it," I ask rhetorically. "No worries, I'll make it fit--" My index finger slides into your hole and wiggles around, the tip searching for your prostate. The tip of the finger finds your button and presses it, sending a wave of pleasure up your nervous system. "Fuck, yes!" you moan. Your body quivers from head to toe as you arch your back and look up toward the ceiling. My fingertip pressed your button again, this time holding down and adding pressure gradually. "Like that, pencil pusher?" "Yes! Thank you!" "Told you not to thank me, boy," I press your button harder to elicit a loud groan from you as you're pushed into bliss. "You're doing a good job. I always reward good workers, that's what bosses do--" "Yes, Sir!" you resist the urge to thank me again. My fingertip wiggles as the tip of my middle joins in and your hole is opened more. Gently I move the tips of my fingers in and out the first inch of your pussy, gradually stretching you out until both can dig deeper and reach your spot again. This time I press down with both fingers, doubling the pressure and your pleasure as your body shivers in waves of serotonin. "Fuckkk, Daddy!" you whimper, looking back towards me. "Please!" "Please, what?" I look into your eyes sternly, smacking your butt with my free hand. You cringe and whimper. "Please Daddy, fuck me!" "Yeah? You want my cock?" I tease you by pressing your prostate and wiggling my fingers as fast as I can--sending vibrations through your spot and up your lower spine. You gasp and close your eyes. "Yes, please! Please fuck me!" I grin, the whiskers of my mustache twitching as my tongue licks the back of my teeth. I keep the fingers inside you, release the pressure from your g-spot, and use them as a plug while my free hand grabs the base of my shaft and slaps it against your cheeks. My boner rekindles itself quickly, hungry for your guts. You feel the rigid wood smacking your butt, anticipating the upcoming pounding. Your body quivers as you arch your back, pushing your ass back on my fingers and stretching yourself out for me. "Mmm, Daddy, fuck me. Fuck my white-collar cunt." I growl and smack my cock hard on your ass, eager to take up the challenge. "Don't worry, I'm gonna show you how a professional handles heavy equipment." You turn your head back and look into my eyes wantingly. "Daddy--!" I rub some lube onto my shaft and rub it against my fingers, lining my dickhead up as I remove my fingers and present my cock with a slightly opened hole, winking and waiting for me. "You ready?" "Yes, Sir!" "All right then," I sneer, pushing the head of my cock into your hole, the first inch easily finding a foothold inside your body. "It's time for an old-fashioned demolition job." To be continued...