Beef Ass Before

That stupid mother fucker! Tony! I should know better than to go anywhere near someone named Tony. But for some reason, if you tell me your name is Tony, I want to fuck you.
He was one hot fucker all right. Tall dark and hung like an Italian racehorse. Just what this Lilly white farm boy from outside Chicago needed. My boyfriend at the time just wasn’t doing it for me. I needed to be ridden hard and put up wet. So when I got a hold of Tony on Spring Break I went for it. I knew my boyfriend would be drinking somewhere, so we went back to Tony’s hotel and he kicked his roommate out for a while. It turned into an all-night romp with him fucking my face and stuffing my corn-fed hole full of beef.
About midway through we ran out of lube. Tony fumbled in the dim light through his friend’s backpack for some more and went on spanking and manhandling me and tossing me around on his stiff cock. It was the greatest fuck experience of my life.
The problem became clear that next morning in the bright light of day when I looked in the mirror. The lube Tony had grabbed wasn’t lube at all, but self-tanning cream! There on my Lilly white body was a roadmap of my indiscretions with Tony. Brown hand prints on my ass. My nipples were as brown as a little island boy. My cock and balls were a deep mocha brown. All around my lips! My ears! My god, my asshole was as black as night! How, for fuck’s sake was I going to explain this??!! Tony felt really bad, but couldn’t stop laughing. He was already dark, so it wasn’t so noticeable on him.
Well, I had no choice. I had to just go back to my hotel and face the music. I lied and told him that someone drugged me and I just woke up this way. Oh well, that relationship wasn’t going anywhere. So not only did I have the fuck of my life but got rid of some dead weight in the form of a boyfriend a lot earlier than I would have otherwise.

Beef Ass After