The Butcher of Vegetables
It's a sad and boring day. It's drizzling outside. This unbearable gust of wind is driving me crazy and bored in the department. I need to get out, I need to walk and unleash my putz. I need a good cock in my ass. I need that pleasure carrot that fills my spaces craving a discharge of adrenaline and cum to overcome the boredom of a cold and solitary autumn.
I can't take it anymore, and I put on my most carved thong. I look at myself in the mirror and still feel unsatisfied. I put on a black garter belt that shapes my legs and marks my Booty. On top of that, I wear a well-fitted jeans pant. I put on some platform shoes that are neither for women nor men, something unisex... Above me, I put on a sweater, a slim-fit polar blue shirt with fuchsia and white details. A little camper jacket with sheepskin lining inside. Very tight, very very my outfit. I don't care, I'm used to being looked at, I'm immune to insults. I'm ready to go out and buy food because I almost have nothing left in the pantry. Food for my body, relief for my mind.
It's cold on the street, I walk and shiver with cold. I console myself by rubbing my arms with my hands, like hugging myself to warm up. The wind and drizzle touch my cheeks, moisten them, humidify them with the cold of the inclement autumn that takes away my bodily heat, external heat, but inside I'm still hotter than ever wanting a piece of meat that makes me feel good.
I walk quickly, with small steps like a putz, almost tiptoeing. I enter a gallery to protect myself from the cold and drizzle, but there's nothing new to see. I keep walking without direction, in a random direction without knowing where it could end. I find an open vegetable shop and almost go in without looking. It was full of yummy seasonal fruits, piled up on a wall like randomly. Carelessly, vegetables very aromatic made me feel their freshness and I inhaled deeply to feel a little purity amidst the concrete and frozen wind. With my eyes closed, I felt the aroma of the vegetables until a rough and masculine voice woke me up suddenly: What were you looking for?
I let out a cute startled cry and a small jump in place.
ME: -Ah! Sorry, I didn't notice there was someone!
A vendor-like man around 35 or 40 years old, bearded, black-haired, thin with a marked physique (visible through his lumberjack shirt), an inflatable vest without sleeves, and worn jeans with mud stains from handling potatoes, vegetables, etc. He looked at me fixedly with a hint of disdain.
VERDURER: -What were you looking for?
His voice was not very accommodating. I didn't care. His mere presence took me to a secluded spot where we could unleash our passion. That's how I imagined it, in a cabin in the mountains, wrapped up with a fireplace and only wearing our underwear. My imagination flew while he just waited for an answer.
ME: -I'd like some vegetables to take...
He interrupted me and didn't let me continue.
VERDURER: -Which ones?
ME: -No... I don't know, something for making soup...
My mind was trying to think under his insistence because I hadn't had a previous idea of what I wanted, and his hostility made me nervous and less able to think.
VERDURER: -What vegetables? If you don't know, I can't guess either
ME: -Oh, well, I don't know! Something green, leek, pumpkin, ancho, I don't know...
The guy started grabbing the vegetables I had named and putting them in a bag, weighing them, and assembling a larger package.
VERDURER: -What else?
ME: -But why so much hostility?!
His bad treatment didn't intimidate me. I felt a lot of enthusiasm inside, many urges to talk, and above all, I liked what I was seeing very much, so I wasn't going to let him scare me off like that anymore
ME: -Excuse me if you... Annoying, but do you have a problem? VEGGIE: -Let's leave it there. I: No, no. Tell me if something bothers you, and I can help you around here. VEGGIE: -What annoys me can't be said, less so today. So let's just leave it...
Insistent as few continued speaking to him to soften him up and get rid of his roughness, although I was already imagining what bothered him.
ME: -You can tell me anything, it's very difficult for me to be offended.
TRUE BLUE: -I don't like people like you.
ME: -Like me?
TRUE BLUE: -Let's leave it at that...
ME: -Do you mean... gay...?
TRUE BLUE: -Yes, I don't like them, I don't understand them, they don't suit me well
ME: -Well, many say that, but then they end up wanting something with me and even more, they start asking to repeat it.
TRUE BLUE: -Hahaha! That will never happen. Don't get your hopes up
ME: -¡Oh, why are you like this, so prickly?! -. I was talking to him in my most gay voice that could or make
TRUE BLUE: -I already told you, I don't like them.
ME: -And how do you know you don't like it if you've never tried? The only way to know if you like it or not is by trying.
While I was saying that, I had turned my back on him, pretending to review the vegetables, pulling my butt out and looking at him with a very seductive gaze, bringing my finger to my lips and licking myself making me a cat.
The vegetable vendor was staring at me fixedly, his eyes wide open, very concentrated on what I was doing, not knowing until the moment whether he wanted to give me a punch or eat my ass with kisses right there.
I: -The only way to know if someone likes you is by making them.- I was talking to him with a soft and very seductive voice. -You can only know if you're penetrating someone, if they really know how to make you come... If they seduce you with their smooth movements.... If they ask you to screw them one way and another and another time....
While I said all this, I was caressing my hips, running my hand over my chest and lowering it again, swaying my waist, softly moaning with my deepest promiscuous femboy voice.
The vegetable vendor didn't take it anymore and grabbed my arm, dragged me back to the local, took me to a storage room where he kept the vegetables. He threw me against a wall and I leaned on it with both hands, giving him my back. I didn't know if he wanted to screw me or if he was about to give me the beating of my life...
VERDULERO: -Now you'll see, you dirty piece of shit, what's good
YO: -Oh no! Oh no!
VERDULERO: -Shut up, you dirty piece of shit, shut up or someone might hear us!
YO: -Oh! I managed to say something and then I muffled my words by covering my mouth with my left hand while supporting myself against the wall with the other.
The verdulero started pulling down my elastic-waistband pants from behind, leaving my ass exposed and me helping him by unbuttoning and unzipping. He fully revealed my round, smooth, and hairless ass, totally tangled up, and let out a phrase that was meant to be hurtful but only made him hotter:
VERDULERO: -But what a dirty piece of shit! Look at your thong! How can you go out like this?
YO: -Yes, sir! Punish me, punish me! I'm a dirty piece of shit, do with me as you please!
VERDULERO: -Now you'll see what's good, that's how you'll learn to stop being such a dirty piece around here!
Immediately afterwards, he unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans, pulled down the zipper, and exposed a thick cock that was already very hard. A veiny, hot, burning cock like a volcanic stream, and he started sticking it in without lubrication.
YO: -Oh no! Oh no!
VERDULERO: -Shut up, you dirty piece of shit, if you like it! -. He covered my mouth with one hand while with the other he ripped off the black thong I was wearing. That thong cost me a fortune! But at that moment, I didn't care because the heat I had was stronger than any monetary reasoning.
VERDULERO: -Do you like it, dirty piece? Do you like it? Is this what you wanted, isn't it?
YO: -Yes, sir! I behaved very badly, don't have pity on me, punish me, sir verdulero!
I was whimpering like a slut in heat and melting with pleasure. My floppy body let itself be done and didn't resist the brutality of this animal that was screwing me with each thrust.
My butt was dilated by force due to that sinister cock that was forcing its way in without pity or saliva. Each thrust from that fibrous, furious, hot body made me delirious from fever and burning morbo. I couldn't take it anymore and my pre-seminal liquid was dripping down my small penis. The situation was heating me up so much that my little cock was dripping saliva. The vegetable vendor took me by the hip with one hand and covered my mouth with the other to keep me from making a noise, almost suffocating me already. Far from scaring me, this situation increased my orgasm to the point of coming at any moment.
VEGETABLE VENDOR: -Is this what you like? Promiscuous! Is this what you like?
ME: -Yes, yes, sir!! Punish me, I deserve it!! Yes, yes, ah, ah...
His body was like a shield that covered me completely. His arms hugged me from behind, preventing any movement of mine. He shook me with the thrusts of his pelvis and waist. He dragged me around like an unstoppable train without mercy or direction. He impaled me with his relentless lance until I felt it deep within me. Until he started to groan, started to breathe harder like a restless and thirsty stallion. He hugged me bringing me towards his body and lifted me up in the air with his male strength, filling me with liters and liters of hot cum, thick cum that had been waiting for months for the moment to come out.
The greengrocer had left my arse well open, dripping with cum. He sat on some bags that were around and I, without saying a word, not caring the slightest about the previous insults he had hurled at me, took the thong from the floor that he had torn off, gave it a kiss and threw it in his face. I walked out while lifting my tight-fitting jeans and before leaving the local left one of my cards on the counter of his greengrocery with my cell phone number.My phone rings every two weeks or so with a number I hadn't saved. It was the greengrocer who called me because he wanted to see me again...
It's a sad and boring day. It's drizzling outside. This unbearable gust of wind is driving me crazy and bored in the department. I need to get out, I need to walk and unleash my putz. I need a good cock in my ass. I need that pleasure carrot that fills my spaces craving a discharge of adrenaline and cum to overcome the boredom of a cold and solitary autumn.
I can't take it anymore, and I put on my most carved thong. I look at myself in the mirror and still feel unsatisfied. I put on a black garter belt that shapes my legs and marks my Booty. On top of that, I wear a well-fitted jeans pant. I put on some platform shoes that are neither for women nor men, something unisex... Above me, I put on a sweater, a slim-fit polar blue shirt with fuchsia and white details. A little camper jacket with sheepskin lining inside. Very tight, very very my outfit. I don't care, I'm used to being looked at, I'm immune to insults. I'm ready to go out and buy food because I almost have nothing left in the pantry. Food for my body, relief for my mind.
It's cold on the street, I walk and shiver with cold. I console myself by rubbing my arms with my hands, like hugging myself to warm up. The wind and drizzle touch my cheeks, moisten them, humidify them with the cold of the inclement autumn that takes away my bodily heat, external heat, but inside I'm still hotter than ever wanting a piece of meat that makes me feel good.
I walk quickly, with small steps like a putz, almost tiptoeing. I enter a gallery to protect myself from the cold and drizzle, but there's nothing new to see. I keep walking without direction, in a random direction without knowing where it could end. I find an open vegetable shop and almost go in without looking. It was full of yummy seasonal fruits, piled up on a wall like randomly. Carelessly, vegetables very aromatic made me feel their freshness and I inhaled deeply to feel a little purity amidst the concrete and frozen wind. With my eyes closed, I felt the aroma of the vegetables until a rough and masculine voice woke me up suddenly: What were you looking for?
I let out a cute startled cry and a small jump in place.
ME: -Ah! Sorry, I didn't notice there was someone!
A vendor-like man around 35 or 40 years old, bearded, black-haired, thin with a marked physique (visible through his lumberjack shirt), an inflatable vest without sleeves, and worn jeans with mud stains from handling potatoes, vegetables, etc. He looked at me fixedly with a hint of disdain.
VERDURER: -What were you looking for?
His voice was not very accommodating. I didn't care. His mere presence took me to a secluded spot where we could unleash our passion. That's how I imagined it, in a cabin in the mountains, wrapped up with a fireplace and only wearing our underwear. My imagination flew while he just waited for an answer.
ME: -I'd like some vegetables to take...
He interrupted me and didn't let me continue.
VERDURER: -Which ones?
ME: -No... I don't know, something for making soup...
My mind was trying to think under his insistence because I hadn't had a previous idea of what I wanted, and his hostility made me nervous and less able to think.
VERDURER: -What vegetables? If you don't know, I can't guess either
ME: -Oh, well, I don't know! Something green, leek, pumpkin, ancho, I don't know...
The guy started grabbing the vegetables I had named and putting them in a bag, weighing them, and assembling a larger package.
VERDURER: -What else?
ME: -But why so much hostility?!
His bad treatment didn't intimidate me. I felt a lot of enthusiasm inside, many urges to talk, and above all, I liked what I was seeing very much, so I wasn't going to let him scare me off like that anymore
ME: -Excuse me if you... Annoying, but do you have a problem? VEGGIE: -Let's leave it there. I: No, no. Tell me if something bothers you, and I can help you around here. VEGGIE: -What annoys me can't be said, less so today. So let's just leave it...
Insistent as few continued speaking to him to soften him up and get rid of his roughness, although I was already imagining what bothered him.
ME: -You can tell me anything, it's very difficult for me to be offended.
TRUE BLUE: -I don't like people like you.
ME: -Like me?
TRUE BLUE: -Let's leave it at that...
ME: -Do you mean... gay...?
TRUE BLUE: -Yes, I don't like them, I don't understand them, they don't suit me well
ME: -Well, many say that, but then they end up wanting something with me and even more, they start asking to repeat it.
TRUE BLUE: -Hahaha! That will never happen. Don't get your hopes up
ME: -¡Oh, why are you like this, so prickly?! -. I was talking to him in my most gay voice that could or make
TRUE BLUE: -I already told you, I don't like them.
ME: -And how do you know you don't like it if you've never tried? The only way to know if you like it or not is by trying.
While I was saying that, I had turned my back on him, pretending to review the vegetables, pulling my butt out and looking at him with a very seductive gaze, bringing my finger to my lips and licking myself making me a cat.
The vegetable vendor was staring at me fixedly, his eyes wide open, very concentrated on what I was doing, not knowing until the moment whether he wanted to give me a punch or eat my ass with kisses right there.
I: -The only way to know if someone likes you is by making them.- I was talking to him with a soft and very seductive voice. -You can only know if you're penetrating someone, if they really know how to make you come... If they seduce you with their smooth movements.... If they ask you to screw them one way and another and another time....
While I said all this, I was caressing my hips, running my hand over my chest and lowering it again, swaying my waist, softly moaning with my deepest promiscuous femboy voice.
The vegetable vendor didn't take it anymore and grabbed my arm, dragged me back to the local, took me to a storage room where he kept the vegetables. He threw me against a wall and I leaned on it with both hands, giving him my back. I didn't know if he wanted to screw me or if he was about to give me the beating of my life...
VERDULERO: -Now you'll see, you dirty piece of shit, what's good
YO: -Oh no! Oh no!
VERDULERO: -Shut up, you dirty piece of shit, shut up or someone might hear us!
YO: -Oh! I managed to say something and then I muffled my words by covering my mouth with my left hand while supporting myself against the wall with the other.
The verdulero started pulling down my elastic-waistband pants from behind, leaving my ass exposed and me helping him by unbuttoning and unzipping. He fully revealed my round, smooth, and hairless ass, totally tangled up, and let out a phrase that was meant to be hurtful but only made him hotter:
VERDULERO: -But what a dirty piece of shit! Look at your thong! How can you go out like this?
YO: -Yes, sir! Punish me, punish me! I'm a dirty piece of shit, do with me as you please!
VERDULERO: -Now you'll see what's good, that's how you'll learn to stop being such a dirty piece around here!
Immediately afterwards, he unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans, pulled down the zipper, and exposed a thick cock that was already very hard. A veiny, hot, burning cock like a volcanic stream, and he started sticking it in without lubrication.
YO: -Oh no! Oh no!
VERDULERO: -Shut up, you dirty piece of shit, if you like it! -. He covered my mouth with one hand while with the other he ripped off the black thong I was wearing. That thong cost me a fortune! But at that moment, I didn't care because the heat I had was stronger than any monetary reasoning.
VERDULERO: -Do you like it, dirty piece? Do you like it? Is this what you wanted, isn't it?
YO: -Yes, sir! I behaved very badly, don't have pity on me, punish me, sir verdulero!
I was whimpering like a slut in heat and melting with pleasure. My floppy body let itself be done and didn't resist the brutality of this animal that was screwing me with each thrust.
My butt was dilated by force due to that sinister cock that was forcing its way in without pity or saliva. Each thrust from that fibrous, furious, hot body made me delirious from fever and burning morbo. I couldn't take it anymore and my pre-seminal liquid was dripping down my small penis. The situation was heating me up so much that my little cock was dripping saliva. The vegetable vendor took me by the hip with one hand and covered my mouth with the other to keep me from making a noise, almost suffocating me already. Far from scaring me, this situation increased my orgasm to the point of coming at any moment.
VEGETABLE VENDOR: -Is this what you like? Promiscuous! Is this what you like?
ME: -Yes, yes, sir!! Punish me, I deserve it!! Yes, yes, ah, ah...
His body was like a shield that covered me completely. His arms hugged me from behind, preventing any movement of mine. He shook me with the thrusts of his pelvis and waist. He dragged me around like an unstoppable train without mercy or direction. He impaled me with his relentless lance until I felt it deep within me. Until he started to groan, started to breathe harder like a restless and thirsty stallion. He hugged me bringing me towards his body and lifted me up in the air with his male strength, filling me with liters and liters of hot cum, thick cum that had been waiting for months for the moment to come out.
The greengrocer had left my arse well open, dripping with cum. He sat on some bags that were around and I, without saying a word, not caring the slightest about the previous insults he had hurled at me, took the thong from the floor that he had torn off, gave it a kiss and threw it in his face. I walked out while lifting my tight-fitting jeans and before leaving the local left one of my cards on the counter of his greengrocery with my cell phone number.My phone rings every two weeks or so with a number I hadn't saved. It was the greengrocer who called me because he wanted to see me again...
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