"I want your dick securely inside me."

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"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 leans in close to your ear.

"That secure enough?"

You laugh, a mix of nervous and aroused. "Yeah," you say, voice breaking a little. Mac laughs, and reaches under you to undo your pants. He tugs them down, taking your underwear with them, exposing your ass and stepping between your legs with one foot to pull your pants as far down your ankles as they'll go.

"Damn," he says. "You have no idea how often I've wanted to do this to one of the boys on my block." You turn your head awkwardly to look up at him. You can see the outline of his dick in his jeans - this is obviously turning him on. You can't help it - you rub against the bed a little, waving your ass at him a little, and he grunts. His thick hands go to his fly.

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 reaches into his suitcase, and pulls out a small bottle of lube. He tugs at your bound wrists, which burns your shoulders, but raises your knees onto the bed. Your ass up in the air, face pressed into the blanket on the hotel bed. He pours most of the bottle into your upright ass, and then roughly smears it around your hole and roughly plunges two thick fingers into your tight pucker. You moan.

"Fucking tight," the ugly stud says. He fingers you a little more, and then yanks your thighs until you once again lie bent over the edge of the bed. Then he presses that monster cockhead against your hole.

"Gonna fucking ruin you," Mac repeats, his voice low and rumbling, and then he grips your wrists and starts to push himself inside you.

You begin to panic as his thick cockhead pushes at your hole - his cock is way too big! There's no way you can take it's brutal thickness! You wince, and gasp out, "wait!" You try to wriggle a little, hoping to slow down the man's thick meat. Mac is unmoved by your pleas. Your hands twist behind you impotently as he roughly plugs his gigantic cockhead into your ring.

The sensation sets your ass on fire. Immediately, you start writhing and twisting, your breath thin against the onslaught his meat is delivering. "Slow down..." you whine, and then swear. "Fuck! Ahhh!" You can't help it as you try to crawl forward onto the bed, even though he yanks on your wrists and it hurts your shoulders. You twist your head. "Fuck!" you moan. "Ahhh! I can't..!" 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. "You're gonna fuckin' take that dick! Fuckin' worthless boywhores! Love makin' 'em twist on daddy's joint!"

Mac grabs your waist and begins pushing into you even harder. Your body arches as you try to escape the hot thickness of him - the first inch of his massive shaft feels like it's going to split you wide open, even with the lube, and your ass convulses as he pushes himself in without mercy. You start to cry out, louder and with pain. You're amazed that your dick is rock hard.

"Shut up," he growls. "Gonna get us fuckin' kicked out." He leans over you, and more of his dick pushes into you. You see stars, and desperately try to catch your breath between long low repeated cries.

From the man's jeans pocket, there's a ringing.

"Fuck," he says. He grabs your wrists in one hand and reaches down into his suitcase with the other - his dick pulls slightly out of you, the cockhead once again buried just inside your ass. The relief - and agony - of it makes you yelp out loud. He pulls out a sock, which he reaches around with and shoves into your mouth, then digs his phone from his pocket. You make a little noise into the sock, and he slaps the back of your head with one hand. You fall silent, ass still spasming on his dick.

"Hello," he says. He sounds pretty normal for a guy who has his animal cock in your ass.

"Yeah, I'm at the hotel," he says. "You don't have to check up on me every five minutes, woman."

His free hand lets go of your wrists, and rubs the small of your back. He pushes forward with his thighs, and starts to slide into you again. You moan.

"Yeah," he says again. "I know." He pushes again, and you moan into the sock a second time.

"Hang on a second," you hear him say, and he puts the phone down. His hand grips your hair and tugs hard, and you arch your back, biting down hard on the sock. His lips are right beside your ear when he speaks next.

"Fucking wife," he mutters to you. "Pisses me off," he hisses. You stare at him out of the corner of your eyes, stunned and prone, your cock hard out in front of you, and the sock growing wet in your mouth. His own massive ugly meat throbs inside you as he picks the phone back up. You collapse back onto the bed.

"I'm right here, woman," he snaps. "Don't fucking yell." He gives your hair another tug, and pushes himself a little further into you. You sob into the sock. "Yeah, I'm listening. I'm getting pissed off, but I'm listening."

He slaps your ass. You whimper. "You are, yeah," he snaps into the phone.

"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." His hand takes the back of your head and pushes you into the bed. He presses against you, hard, and shoves himself into you - it's only that you don't feel his jeans against your ass that you know he's not all the way inside you, but your ass burns and you've never felt so stretched open.

You cry out into the sock, but it's mostly muffled by the material. The man's cock is hot and rough as it pushes into your ass, and Mac lets out a little grunt in the back of his throat.

"What's that?" he says into the phone. "I missed that."

He gives your ass a short thrust. 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 yanks on your hair again, making you rise up to meet him. "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 pushes the rest of his meat into your ass with one long hard thrust.


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