When she left, I’d run after her, trying desperately to catch her. But she was in her car and speeding down the gravel drive before I could blink. Gone. Just… Gone.

In a last ditch effort, I’d jumped in my own and driven after her. I had no way of knowing which way she’d gone, so I’d checked the places I knew she might go. I turned up nothing at her apartment or the house of the friend she often engaged with in her free time. I’d made sure of it too, searching the apartment, much to the young woman’s shock. So I Returned home. And drank, blind to the violence I committed against the objects I owned. I cried, screamed, pounded my fists on the ground till they ached. I’d done it all before I finally drove out to the bridge to clear my head. In the end, I was defeated, beaten soundly by the love of my life.

I gazed out to sea, the moon a dim spot in my eyes against the inky sky, slowly slipping beneath the waves on the horizon. How many hours had it been since she left? Four? Five? More? I’d lost count between our argument and arriving at the bridge. Longer now since I’d been lost in my thoughts since I got here. I looked down at my member in my hand, fingers gently stroking the half hard skin, and sighed, lamenting the fact I hadn’t finished together with Sally one last time.

I sighed, feeling the weight of my loss crushing down on my shoulders. She was gone, and knowing Sally, she wouldn’t be coming back.

For now I was… Alone. Again.

My fists clenched at the thought, my teeth grinding. It wasn’t the first time I’d found myself abandoned and alone, bereft of someone I loved. It probably wouldn’t be the last time, either. The world was a cruel place like that.

Sally had made her choice to leave me. I could either let myself wallow in depression, or pick myself up and move on. I never understood why people dwelled on break ups for months and years… So much time wasted. Already I knew I would not let myself fall into a pit of despair, and that left only one choice.

It was time to move on. Being alone again would hurt. It would be hard but… I would get harder, learn to guard myself against loss. After all… That which I did not allow myself to become attached to wouldn’t hurt me once it was gone.

Besides… I’d find another pet. Soon. More loyal. One that would do everything Sally had. Like the way she… I bit off the thought before it took hold of me, killing it before it spread its gangrenous infection through my mind. I couldn’t dwell on her anymore. I couldn’t let her distract me from moving forward with my life. Every little thought and emotion I could gather about Sally went into a dark little box in the corner of my mind. A box I slammed shut the lid on and kicked away into the dark.

“Goodbye Sally…” I whispered into the night, taking a shuddering breath as I squared my shoulders and settled myself against the bench

The night was coming to a close and I still hadn’t taken a moment to take care of the problem between my legs. A problem that had been swollen and stiff for most of the night. I smiled as I stroked myself with purpose, thinking of the people I still had at my disposal to enjoy. Marta, rubenesque and mature. Alejandro, strong and swarthy. The both of them had lain with me on more than one occasion, enjoying a night of mutual passion until the sun rose the next morning.

I groaned, thinking of their bodies pressed against mine, remembering the ways we had explored each other’s bodies. My sex squeezed, empty and waiting as my member throbbing, flexing hard in the cool morning air. I pulled it closer to me, sucking the tip into my mouth, nursing the stiff head like a pacifier trying desperately to sate my lust. The salty, sweet flavor of my precum exploded across my tongue as I drank deeply of my own juices. It filled my mouth with a fresh spurt with every flex of my shaft, my hand stroking from base to tip to ensure I received every last drop.

“Fwaak!” I gasped, the tip of my cock popping loudly from between my lips. Scooting forwards on the bench, my back sliding down the jacket covered stone behind me, I hunched up, spreading my breasts as I flexed hard. My cock sprang up heavily, swinging back to slap against the leather running between my breasts, and squeezed from both sides, hands cupping my sensitive flesh as my breasts swallowed my shaft. Staring at the tip, oozing a fresh gush of hot pre from it’s cute little slit, I couldn’t help but ogle myself, a fresh wave of desire rushing though my core.

“You’re all mine tonight…” I whispered, bending my head forward to kiss the tip, tongue lashing out to gather my essence.

My feet went up against the stone railing, bracing. With my back pressed against the bench, I thrust my hips up, delighting at the sensation of my jaw splitting open to receive my stiff sex. “Mmmnng fuugg…” I moaned around a mouth full of cock as I plowed my member between my lips. The smooth, saliva slathered sides of my breasts were a hot, velvet glove of flesh encasing the upper half of my shaft. I could feel the ridges and rings of the harness I wore rubbing against the top of my cock, grabbing and pulling in all the right ways.

“Ohhh more… Yes, more!” I screamed into the night as I lifted my hips off the bench and thrust again. I feel into a steady rhythm, almost violent with my need for release. The head of my cock battered the back of my throat with every thrust, gagging me till a heavy slaver hung from the corners of my mouth, trails of frothy drool running down my shaft. I was a complete mess, slobbering over my cock as I pressed my tit flesh harder around my shaft, pinching and twisting at my nipples.

“Ahhfuuk!” I screamed, gasping for air as I bent myself double against my shaft. Pressure rose in my balls as they slapped again and again against my empty lips. I could feel my release building, waiting to explode down my shaft and into my hungry maw. The familiar sensation grew, my balls tightening as my core flexed.

A sudden passion blazed in my mind as I released a nipple, dropping my hand down beneath my shaft. My upper arm pressed against my breast, keeping the pressure against my shaft, but my fingers had a new target. Sliding beneath my swinging sack, I found my mark and pressed inside, splitting my folds with as many fingers as I could fit at once. I squirmed on the bench suddenly too full and not full enough, wanting something longer and with more girth but having to settle for my thin digits instead.

I sucked hard, moaning my pleasure into the tip of my cock, tongue lashing at my slit and sliding around the tip as my orgasm built to a crescendo. I was almost there! Just a little more and I’d, I’d… My thumb strummed across my clit, nestled deep under my sack, pushing me the rest of the way over the crest.

I came, my body lurching, stuffing more of my fat cock between my scraping teeth. My arms squeezed my breasts tight around my shaft, leather digging into my sternum, one nipple clutched tight between two twisting fingers. Fingers jammed themselves into my body, flexing, trying to resist the crushing force of my walls as my thumb ground hard against the pile of nerves above, slowly dragging down the length of my hood.

My balls had contracted up to the base of my shaft feeding it with their sticky, white liquid. The first jet of cum erupted from my cock, blasting the back of my throat with hit’s briny, sweet juice. Caught off guard by the pent up volume, I nearly choked, struggling to swallow the warm syrupy strands of cum before they could overwhelm me. Again and again I came, each flex of my body delivering a salty surge of my viscous seed between my lips. I couldn’t keep up, each gulp taking in less than my body delivered. I coughed, choking, overpowered by the flow as cum shot out my nose and lips, trying in vain to keep a tight seal around my shaft.

“Ahh… Fu… Fuck…” My feet dropped do the ground, my shaft slipping from my lips as I coughed, clearing my throat of the flood of cum that threatened to suffocate me.

My body shook as my orgasm ravaged it, stomach muscles clenching, cock throbbing, spitting out the last of its release across my face and chest. Gobs of semen hung from my chin, gathered in the hallow of my neck and dripped down around my breasts, staining my body with its mark. My fingers slipped free from my quivering mound and I pulled them back, grasping the base of my shaft. The quakes inside me began to subside as I waited for the last flex of my sex, squeezing tight around the base a second later. I stroked up to the tip languidly, taking my time as I pulled the last of my seed from my shaft, sucking the remains between my lips. I swirled it in my mouth like a fine brandy, relishing the silky texture before swallowing.

Cum drunk and exhausted, my arms dropped to either side of me on the bench, flagging shaft bending low between my legs as it finally relinquished the blood it had been greedily hoarding for most of the night. I looked out to the ocean, head lolling to one side as I watched the first rays of light kiss the crest of the waves as it rose over the tops of the hills behind. Waves lapped at the shore as birds chirped, getting a head start on the new day before them. A new day. A new opportunity. A new beginning.

“To new beginnings…” I whispered to the dawn.

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