Facefucked by a Mexican farm worker

After flirting with a hot Black woman at a sex shop, I suck off a Mexican farm worker.

Went and got my first ball gag today.

While I was at the sex shop, I was sitting in the parking lot after getting my stuff, and another car pulls up next to me with a black couple inside. It was strange though, that the man was driving the and the woman was in the back seat, right side. You don’t see that very often.

She was dark African, about 35, and lovely. I smiled at her, she smiled at me.
The man got out and went into the sex shop. Big Black nigga, buffed, attractive, had a street look about him. Early-to-mid- 30’s I’d guess. I fantasized about him mouth-raping me with his large Black cock.
I don’t know what compelled me other than her quiet African beauty, but I smiled at her and asked if that was her husband.

“My brother,” she softly relied. Demure. Sexy.

My dick was getting hard in my spandex/cotton yoga pants, the typical skin-tight, dull-sheen black yoga pants half the female population wears these days. I have a complete spandex and tights fetish. I have great legs, a nicely rounded ass, and a BIG cock. I was wearing a thong underneath, but even with that, my thick bulge, hard or soft, puts Superman to shame. Black people LOVE my big cock.

And I LOVE Black people.

I stood up out of the car, three feet from her face, and showed off my impressive round bulge, and blatantly looked down at her boobs, covered by a white cotton sports top. They looked to be maybe about 38C or D. If D, then on the smaller end. They were beautifully-shaped.
Her skin was dark mocha, high cheekbones and black, thick, nappy hair in attractive dreads. Wide nose, thick, kissable lips. Clearly her African lineage was nearly pure.

Although I’m a mixed-race light-skinned boi, as I said I have a huge cock, and as she saw my Negro-size package tightly straining against the nearly-sheer, rubber-dull black spandex, she smiled and stared for a moment, before meeting my eyes, smiling at me. God, she was gorgeous.

“You’re very pretty. You have beautiful boobs,” I stated boldly.
I secretly prayed her brother would not come out.

She smiled even bigger this time.
“I’d love to suck them. Do you like them sucked?”
Inside, I was quaking with fear and desire. It was rare for me to be sold blatantly sexual with a strange woman. At least not in the first ten seconds.
She nodded slightly, and said quietly, “Yes, they love to be sucked.”
“Cool. You’re totally hot, I would LOVE to fuck you,” I stated as I got back into my car, feeling time was short.
“Thank you,” she smiled shyly. “You have a nice cock.”
Sexy as fuck!
“See ya,” I said, a bit sadly. She smiled a nice goodbye.

After that, I went to Barrel Springs Hiking Area, with my new toy, a ball gag, although I left it in the car. I did take my new bottle of poppers.

After a while, I met a 30-something Mexican farm worker or laborer. Looked like he just got off work. Typical Mestizo-type, short, stocky, with rich, smooth brown skin and a certain thickness you see in Indians.

I managed to get him into a thicket, and sucked him off. He was wary, and clearly str8. He refused to touch me, and would not even take his clothes off, he was so homophobic. He insisted (in broken English and sign language) that I remove his clothes.
If HE did it, it would be Gay, and he could not let himself be Gay. He was a man, and I was a maricon, he made that clear.

I took his work pants down, and he was lovely. No hair at all beyond a tiny, thin dusting of his pubes. His ass was bulky and muscular, the crack tight with fear.
His cock was medium thickness, uncut, brown, and perfectly straight. Like he wanted me to know.
I took his fresh-smelling Mexican penis in my mouth, and suckled him with a LOT of tongue, and expert force. No hands to my blowjobs, my hands go on the other man’s ass, gripping him to let him know he can fuck my face at any time. My lips, tongue., and throat do ALL the work.
I can suck-start a Harley.

He put up a small amount of resistance. He kept pulling away, then allowing me to grab him and force his cock back into my mouth. Clearly, he was married and very macho, Mexican macho. But even Mexican machismo cannot stand up to an experienced Maricon cock-sucker.

His dick began to lengthen in my mouth, and suddenly he grabbed my head, locked my face against his smooth, muscular belly, and started raping my mouth violently with his Latino penis.

I love sucking homophobic str8 bois. As they cum, it MUST become rape of the maricon, otherwise they enjoyed it without resistance and they are a fag. Macho Latin men are allowed to use maricon faggots to get off with, and they love it because their women cannot give near as good a blow job as a boy. But, as natural as it is, they’re still embarrassed and ashamed of their own latent homosexual urges.

He began grunting in deep, penile need to shoot his young sperm into a willing mouth. His bucking against my face was rough and sexy, and I did not need any touching of my own massive cock to get off on it. He was holding my head with both strong hands, making sure I was held tightly in position to enhance his str8 orgasm. His tightening balls were plastered against my mouth. My nose was buried in his soft black pubes, his mound caressing my lips.

He made a final, deep plunge and embedded his 7” cock into my throat, and came. His legs and ass bucked wildly as his forbidden orgasm rocked his body, delivering a powerful, guilty, lust-filled load of fresh, hot sperm into my faggot mouth. His cum tasted salty and bitter, and I loved every drop.

I swallowed the whole load (which I never do) reveling in the idea that his potent, heterosexual Latino
sperm was invading my mouth and pouring down my throat, to stay in my belly tonight.
His orgasm was incredibly strong and copious, as he was both indulging his shameful and latent man- love, but he was also getting away with rape of a strange man, forcing me to accept his violently thrusting dick, and to drink his milky sperm as his orgasm ran its course.
Finally, he tried to pull out, but I begged him, “Urine,” and kept suckling. “Oh, no…” he mumbled, and pulled his pants back up, walking away.
As I drove home that evening, I wore my new ball gag. I’m such a slut.

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