"Officer Mac, I've been very bad..."
From Create Your Own Story
"That so?" Mac grins, and comes at you with a quick rush that surprises you, given his size. He grips your wrist and spins you around, pulling your hand up behind your back with a jerk that makes you yelp. He reaches around with his other hand and pulls your second wrist as well, holding both in one rough hand while he pushes you forward. You land heavily on the bed with a grunt, and he chuckles, reaching down to where the suitcase is without letting go of your wrists.
A moment later, you feel him tie your wrists together with one of the plastic strips. His rough hands finish their work, then tug at your shirt, pulling it up and over your head and looping it around your arms at the wrists, further restricting your movement. With a chuckle, he rolls you onto your back, looking down at you from above with a mean smirk.
"Damn," he says. "You have no idea how often I've wanted to do that to one of the boys on my block." You can see the outline of his dick in his jeans - this is obviously turning him on. You lick your lips, and he grunts. He tugs your legs until you fall off the bed and land on your ass with a yelp. Then he presses his crotch against you face.
He actually has some trouble pulling down his zipper due to the pressure his dick exerts on the crotch of his jeans. You realize, from the explosion of thick, black pubic hair, that the man is not wearing any underwear. Finally, the pants are undone and the monster is unleashed.
You gasp.
Mac's mule cock is one of the biggest -- and ugliest -- you've ever seen. But rather than turning you off, the beastly appearance of his uncut meat is unbelievably arousing. The oversized shaft is gnarled with huge, raised veins and the bloated head is a bright purple and covered with dick slime. It looks more like some wild animal's throbbing organ than a man's! The raunchy odor of it fills your nostrils and makes your head swim with horny need.
The man roughly grabs you by the hair as you open your mouth to engulf the dripping mushroom head. The knob is so swollen and fat that you can barely fit in in your mouth. A squirt of pre-fuck oozes out the pisshole and lands on your tastebuds. The flavor is indescribable - raw, gamey, salty, masculine. You want more and begin sliding your tongue all over Mac's glans like a big lollipop.
"Fuck yesss..." The stud groans as he begins shoving his cock deeper into your mouth. His big paw presses at the back of your head, forcing you to take his hard-on into your throat.
You begin to panic - his cock is way too big! There's no way you can swallow it's brutal thickness! You whine and shake your head around the mouthful of dickmeat. Mac is unmoved by your pleas. Your hands twist behind you impotently as he roughly plugs the gigantic prick down your gullet.
Immediately, you start choking, your throat spasming around the invader. You can't help it as gobs of spit roll down your chin and snot comes out your nose. You look up pleadingly at the man's face, your eyes filled with tears.
"Yeah, cunt!" The man looks down at you with a mixture of lust and cruelty in his eyes. "Fuckin' choke on that dick! Fuckin' worthless boywhores! Love makin' 'em gag on daddy's joint!"
Mac grabs you by both ears and begins skullfucking you even harder. You're not sure whether it's the lack of oxygen reaching your brain or the sadistically rough way Mac is using you, but your own cock is hard as steel.
The man spits on your face and yanks his cock from your throat. His cock is soaked with mucus and spit, and he begins whacking it hard against your face. You cough and hack, desperately trying to catch your breath.
From the man's jeans pocket, there's a ringing.
"Shit," he says, and reaches into his suitcase. He pulls out a sock, which he shoves into your mouth, then digs his phone from his pocket. You make a little noise into the sock, and he shakes his head at you, annoyed. You fall silent.
"Hello," he says. He sounds pretty normal for a guy who was just plowing your throat.
"Yeah, I'm at the hotel," he says. "You don't have to check up on me every five minutes, woman."
He braces the phone against his ear with his shoulder, and then grabs you under your arms and lifts you back onto the bed. He undoes your pants awkwardly with one hand, holding the phone to his ear with the other.
"Yeah," he says again. "I know."
He yanks on your pants with one hand, tugging them slightly down, then says, "Hang on a second," and puts the phone down.
"Fucking wife," he mutters to you, and takes your pants and boxers all the way down to your ankles. "Pisses me off," he hisses. You stare at him, stunned and prone, more or less naked, your cock hard out in front of you, and the sock growing wet in your mouth. His own massive ugly meat bobs as he picks the phone back up.
"I'm right here, woman," he snaps. "Don't fucking yell." He reaches over and picks up the baton out of his belt. "Yeah, I'm listening. I'm getting pissed off, but I'm listening."
He winks at you, and reaches under your knees with the hand holding the baton. "You are, yeah," he snaps into the phone. He lifts your legs, rolling you high onto the small of your back, where your wrists are trapped beneath you, and then sort of slides his shoulders under you, so that your legs stay up in the air, balanced to one side of him, ankles braced on his hairy shoulder.
"I'll be back Saturday," he says. You can hear a shrill voice on the phone. He sighs. "You're really making me mad. I need a fucking punching bag for all the frustration you give me." Then he looks down at you, and grins. He presses the baton against your dry ass, and shoves it in, hard.
You cry out into the sock, but it's mostly muffled by the material. The baton is hard and thick as it pushes into your ass, and Mac doesn't go gentle, pressing it in hard and steady.
"What's that?" he says into the phone. "I missed that."
He twists the baton, and it fills your ass with heat. The violation makes you cry out again.
"Just a second. Gonna turn down the T.V." Mac says, and puts the phone down again. He leans over you. "You stay quiet," he growls into your ear, "and daddy will be off the phone sooner and give you what you need." He licks your ear. "But the more noise you make, the longer it'll take. You understand?"
You nod, tears in your eyes.
He picks the phone back up. "Sorry. Go on." He shoves the baton into your ass, hard.
You...
