Confessions of a Walmart Sloot as told to Mule
Women complain about being objectified, but hot guys like me get objectified all the time as this vignette will show!-Mule
The first thing I noticed about him was his ass, he has a great ass. Big, round and firm. Typically the asses of men you see at Walmart, especially on white men, are flat or flabby, so when a really great ass is there in front leaning over a cart of you attached to a tall, blond drink of water , you do tend to take notice. He had me at 'dat ass', but the broad muscular back, shoulders and neck, the narrow waist, the bulging biceps, they didn't hurt!!! He fully filled out his jeans with that ass, muscular quads and calves...but he also filled out his wifebeater in a way that had my brain exploding with endorphins. When he turned his head, he revealed a handsome profile that was icing on the cake of my desire.
Now, a lot of women will say to their friends and men when looking at a muscular guy like the one now in front of me, that they don't like guys that muscular. What they aren't telling them, is that in the time it takes them to say that lie, they are already fucking the muscleman in their mind. Sure most gals don't like some of the extreme blocky unaesthetic bodybuilder types, but these hot, athletic handsome musclemen like the one here at Walmart, hell pretty much ALL THE WOMEN want a guy like that to fuck them, even though some might be too shy to approach such a stud. But hell, I was NEVER shy.....
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| Dat Ass! |
His cart was atypical of the typical male Walmart shopper too, particularly in its complete lack of junk food and its preponderance of protein-based food items. He was scanning the peanut butter options at the moment, and I took the opportunity to approach him and ask if he could reach something on the top shelf for me. I really didn't want the item, but I did want to watch him stand up and display all those muscles to good effect. He obliged, and did more flexing of muscles than was strictly necessary, but I didn't mind, and he didn't mind and the fact that he was flirting in this fashion with me gave me hope that he found me attractive too. He must of been in his twenties, and given that I was closer to 40 than 30, I wasn't sure a hunk like that would go for me. When he retrieved my item, I planted a thank you kiss on his cheek, and then apologized, if he thought the gesture too forward. He just gave a big, handsome grin and said.
"Naw, I get that a lot."
He flexed showing off both biceps to good effect and then turned around to lean over his cart pushing it down the cart, his bubble butt wiggling as he moved away causing me to soak my panties. A woman knows very quickly if she wants to sleep with a man, and I knew with every fiber of my being I HAD to have this man....but how to re-engage without looking over eager?
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| His biceps were gigantic! |
I caught up with him by the rice.... I tried to start a conversation: "Long grain, short grain, brown, white, yellow...so many choices."
"I usually go by rice, bag and pounds. Brown is bettah for ya, long grain separates out, short grain is better if you like sticky rice." He said in a deep resonant voice that made me tingle all over.
"My name is Rebecca, by the way." I offered, extending my hand.
"People just call me Mule." He said, taking my hand and giving it an unexpected kiss rather than a shake, turning me into mush.
"Because you are stubborn?" I asked.
"Maybe, or because I can carry heavy weights, have quite the kick and am hung like one!"
"It would be nice to find out, which is the case..." I returned flirtatiously.
"Maybe all of 'em." he said with a greasy smile.
He looked me up and down appraisingly, and out of the blue said: "You up for fucking tonight?"
Now usually I would treat such bluntness with a snort of derision, but when a guy is as hot as Mule is, the rules don't apply and I found the words: "Sure, I'd love to" pouring out of my mouth as if on their own. He just smiled, as if he knew what the answer would be, even before he asked. He put his hand on my waist and pulled me in and gave me a strong hard kiss that left my knees wobbly.
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| The clerk checking us out, could of been his twin! |
The clerk checking us through, could of been his twin, I was definitely going to have to shop at this particular Walmart more! I found myself putting both his items and mine on my card and taking him back to my place. On the way he swung into a Walgreen's sliding into a handicapped spot and told me to run in and get some Plan B-as he wanted to "raw dawg the shit out your pussy." At this point I was putty in his big strong palm, and I readily obliged. When I got back he was admiring himself in the in car windows. and mirror ...checking himself out in the jeep mirrors and the windows on this Mini Van parked alongside... Side Chest, Back double, Most Muscular... and didn't even seem to notice or care that people were gawking at the show. He looked up and saw me, oblivious to all the others, and gave me a wink that had me moist again.
We walked into my house, and he looked around with a quick scan. "You got a kid?"
"He is at my Mom's for the weekend." I said.
"Perfect" he replied. Than he noticed the wedding pictures "Divorced?" he said with a cocked eyebrow.
"Out of town until next week", I replied, and he pursed his lips and said.
"Close enough."
"So you not going to judge me, eh?" I say coquettishly, batting my eyelashes.
"I have zero 'taller ants' when it comes to people spouting out hate in the name of moral righteousness. You just need to remember what 'cums around is all around', and when 'supply and command' fails you will be the first to go. 'Make my words', when you get down to 'brass stacks' it doesn't take 'rocket appliances' to get two birds 'stoned at once'. It's clear who 'makes the pants in this relationship', and sometimes you just have to 'swallow your prize' (he clutched his crotch when he said this) and accept the facts. You might have to come to this conclusion through 'denial and error' but I swear on 'my mother's mating name' that when you put the 'petal to the medal' you will pass with 'flying carpets' like it’s a 'peach'of cake'." he said with a goofy smile.
I had no idea what he was talking about, but I figured he was mocking me and my sudden nervousness about seeming too slutty in the middle of the process of dragging a hot, young thing into my bed after such a brief encounter, he had a valid point, and it should of pissed me off anyhow, but I wanted him so bad at this point, I didn't care!
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| DAT ASS!!!!!!! |
When he stripped naked, I got to see dat ass and those muscles in all their glory, and then he turned around and my jaw dropped when I got a look at his cock, I had never seen one in person that large, only in porn movies. Mule proceeded to fuck me like I have never been fucked before. He wasn't big on style, but for sheer athleticism, vigor and endurance, high marks.
He was amazingly flexible for a guy with such big muscles, and belied all the myths about musclemen having small dicks and testicles...We went three rounds before I was so sore I pleaded for mercy and he relented and allowed me to just suck his thick, long cock for round four.
I do have to say, every time I had sex with hubby after that, I pretended he was the Mule, although in terms of endowment, power and endurance, it was difficult for me to maintain this illusion for long with my five minute man husband, and I had to resort to finishing my Mule fantasies with a vibrator.
He didn't stay the whole night, and although I gave him my number so I wouldn't feel like a total tramp, I suspected he deleted it before he drove off in his jeep. That is o.k., my husband will be back next week, but the next time he is away for an extended trip, you can be sure I will be prowling the aisles of Walmart looking for a certain blond muscleman.
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