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Patreon Compilation – Fic#276 – Mauga/OC – sloppy seconds; intelligence shaming; fat ass; hot dogging – Testing Boundaries 7
🕑 Added 2024-03-13 06:37:57 +0000 UTCMauga/OC (Soldier76/OC) – Some backstory on Sonny is getting revealed through the fact that Mauga is coming to check up on the little whore and why he hasn't done any valuable reports to Talon yet.
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Mauga is carefully manipulating a tiny knife and a tiny piece of wood in his massive hands while he waits for Sonny to be finished with his… errands.
His loud errands. He can hear the meaty smacks of Soldier:76’s hips slamming against Sonny’s fat ass, as well as the slut howling like a bitch as he gets fucked within an inch of his life.
Minutes before he and Sonny are supposed to meet for a little… rendezvous. A little check in as to why the kid hasn’t put out the results that they were looking for.
Oh, he’s been putting out alright, though. A huge grin starts to stretch Mauga’s face as he thinks about that. The rusty, low grunt that is softly accompanying Sonny’s whorish screams starts to become louder, morphing into words. Mauga slowly lowers his whittling work to listen in to what kind of saccharine shit the erstwhile Strike Commander likes to whisper into his lovers’ ears.
“Goddamn fat-assed bitch, take my fat cock- yes! yes! Fuck you take dick better than any cocksucking-” he seems to choke on his own tongue or something. Or maybe he has an aneurysm. He’s fucking Sonny so hard, Mauga can hear the squelching of his dick in the kid’s pussy.
It’s inspiring, really. Also wildly fascinating what kind of nasty shit goes around in the man’s head. Mauga chuckles. He pockets his work and idly palms his dick through his pants. He had originally thought about getting this over with and then spending the remainder of the week in a few beach-side bars, drinking fruity cocktails and stretching out the holes of the local populace with his gargantuan cock, but… well… this sounds fun too.
The whole encounter lasts for maybe five or so more minutes with Sonny’s whining taking on a rather impressive pitch that gets Mauga’s dick dripping. He likes them loud and whiny like that.
He can hear the old Soldier’s orgasm, though mostly in the way he suddenly becomes very quiet as starts to pump out his load. Mauga bounces his leg, barely able to wait for the old stick-in-the-mud to fuck off so he can swoop in there and… take care of what needs to be taken care of.
There’s no doubt in his mind that Sonny has been planning this whole thing from the start. Why else would he let his cunt get stretched out right there, after all? Right where they’re supposed to meet; right when they’re supposed to meet.
He can hear the old stud muttering something and then the soft crunch of boots walking away.
Mauga slowly squeezes his dick. He counts ten pulses in the palm of his hand before he easily slips his dick back into his wide pants and starts to move around the edge of the dilapidated building.
He claps slowly, the huge grin on his face becoming, if possible, even larger when he sees Sonny lying on a slowly rotting table, his legs whorishly splayed and the fresh load of the old fuck slowly dripping out of his lewdly swollen hole.
The kid barely even flinches as he hears him approaching. He doesn’t even lift his head; he just stays lying there, breathing heavily, his dick lying on his belly in a pool of his own cum. He’s got all but heart eyes, drool shining on his cheeks.
“Enjoying yourself?” Mauga croons. “I thought the two of us had a date.” He curls a hand around one of Sonny’s knees and pushes his legs open even farther so he can peer at his pussy without any obstruction.
And while it looks absolutely great, he does get quite distracted by the sight of his ass. He doesn’t think he’s ever seen cheeks that fat. He’s seen the kid before, around the Talon base… but he’s never really paid him any attention.
“I… uh…” Sonny falters, voice shot from wailing like the whore he apparently is.
Mauga chuckles. “No need to explain yourself. I think the reason of your failure is quite obvious, right? How about we push that aside for a moment and focus on more… pleasurable matters.”
He slips between Sonny’s legs, hands petting up his thick thighs. He honestly expects him to try and explain himself – or try to close his legs and try to get away or some equally dumb shit, but… well… he doesn’t.
Sonny just finally starts to blink and lift his head to stare directly at Mauga for the first time, before just letting it thump back onto the rickety table, his lips mouthing something that could very well be ‘well, alright’ or something.
Mauga is about to lose his goddamn mind.
Had he known that Sonny was this much of a loose, fat assed whore, he would have used him as a cocksleeve way earlier than this.
“So…? You’re actually not doing your job because the dick is so bomb?” he asks as he shuffles even closer, pulling his dick back out of his pants and starting to drag the whore’s cunt. His cheeks are so fat, they feel plush around his dick, always rubbing up against his shaft even as he starts to wiggle the tip against the swollen pussy.
Sonny’s eyes open wider when he feels how big the dick is that is nuzzling up to him. There’s new energy visibly entering him as he struggles to look up once more and stare at Mauga. His blue eyes widen like he hasn’t even really seen him before.
Mauga starts to grin again. He lets his pectorals dance for the kid as he pumps a good few inches of cock into him.
Sonny’s mouth opens in what looks like mindless shock. Holy fuck the slut really is dumb as a bunch of bricks. But he fulfills the cliche at least – his cunt is phenomenal. Especially when he reaches down and hooks his hands beneath his knees, pulling his legs up and apart. Opening himself like a fucking present for Mauga who can’t help but to laugh.
He’s not expecting a reply to his question. The answer is pretty clear in any case. So he puts his huge hands on the backs of Sonny’s meaty thighs and… does nothing. His tip is getting desperately mouthed at by the whore’s pussy, and everything inside Mauga tells him that he needs to cram himself in there and root around in the mess thatht eh old Soldier had left earlier, but…
He doesn’t. Because he’s thought of something better. Seeing how desperate Sonny is for him; how there is a near visible electric current zipping through the whore as he lets his head fall back, blissful idiocy spreading through his already empty little head – well, it makes Mauga want to play.
So instead of fucking him, he pulls back a little and grabs his legs, pulling them out of the loose grip Sonny has on them.
The slut stares at him with a blitzed out, confused expression. His mouth opens in a little ‘o’ of surprise and dismay when Mauga lets his dick glance off of his whore cunt and instead slides it up along the crack of his ass. Sonny’s cheeks are so massively fat that they easily cushion his cock on both sides when he wraps his legs tightly around his hips.
Sonny is still staring at him, apparently not understanding what is happening. The thought that someone might not want to stick their dick into the sloppy cocksleeve that he’s got to offer might be so out of the realm of possibilities that he has trouble wrapping his dumb little head around it. Mauga just laughs. He hadn’t expected today to be this goddamn entertaining!
He moves his hips, fucking along the hot, plush crack, and noting how Sonny’s eyes keep gravitating to his chest.
“Don’t look like that, babe! You didn’t think I’d want to get the sloppy seconds of an Overwatch bitch, did you? Though you make a really fucking convincing argument, I give you that! Maybe next time I’ll give you some more. My arm, maybe? Want to get my big fat fist inside your big fat ass?”
Sonny’s pretty blue eyes widen in shock at that and flick up to Mauga’s face, staring at him like he has no idea what to think about that. He looks so genuinely shocked about the suggestion… like the thought of someone sticking something other than their dicks inside his cunt has never crossed his slutty little mind.
Mauga can believe it. Sonny looks like he has a thought a minute… if that. One doesn’t need to be clever when they got a body like that.
Mauga bursts out laughing again, shaking his head. He pumps his hips faster, not quite near an orgasm and not rushing there either. It’s way too fun to fuck around with the kid. Especially when he realizes just how fascinated he is with his pecs. He lets them bounce for him like one would their keys for a fucking toddler.
Sonny looks like he wants to be absolutely buried in them. He’s even starting to drool, forgetting all about the fact that he’s not getting speared on cock and instead is just getting his fat asscheeks used.
“You know what? I think I’ll start checking in on you more often! This is fucking fun!”
The kid just nods along enthusiastically, still no thought to be seen in those bright blue eyes.
What a perfect little fat assed whore.
Comments
Cyberrat
thank you so much.... I really like the shit I can get up to with this OC, he's so fucking hot
Clark
You always deliver. 😩😩😩
