Step inside the room, and try to go down on the Bull's massive dick.
From Create Your Own Story
You step into the room and the Bull shifts his massive thighs, making room for you. You approach slowly, stunned at the size of the man - he's all muscle, his thick neck hitting muscular shoulders, his wide chest dusted with black hair that grows thicker down his ripped stomach as it approaches that monster cock. You lay down on your stomach at the bottom of the cot, and the Bull looks down at you with a mixture of arousal and disgust.
"Ain't got all night, fucker. I've already been let down, and I don't take that well." You shiver.
You put your face into his crotch, and slobber on the Bull's dick, licking his thick meaty shaft and - at first - concentrating on the man's heavy hairy balls, licking and sucking at them while your hands rub along the man's rock hard stomach and chest. His heavy hand settles on the back of your head and with his hands, he shoves and guides your mouth on his meat.
"Fuck," the Bull's voice is deep. "Eat my dick, you stupid cocksucker." You glance up, and see he's glaring at you, obviously impatient. The massive man's pecs flex as he reaches down and takes your head in both hands, and yanks your mouth to the top of his cock.
You decide to give it a shot, and take the Bull's meat in hand, opening your mouth as wide as you can, and lowering your face onto his dick. His cockhead slips past your lips with effort and you make it about half-way down his cock before his flesh hits the back of your mouth and you have to pause, breathing through your nose, trying not to gag.
"Fuck yeah," the Bull's hand tightens in your hair, "that's how it's done, cocksucker."
He pushes on your head, and you struggle desperately not to gag as his cock hits the back of your throat. Tears stream out of your eyes, but you literally start to swallow his meat, unable to breathe on the full ride down his shaft, feeling his pubic hair hot and sticky with sweat against your face before he relents and you can back off his cock, moving up enough that you can breathe furiously through your nose.
"That's it," the Bull's voice vibrates through his chest. "Worship that dick."
It's worthy of worship, that meat. You go down on him again, feeling his cock hit and pass through the back of your throat with that same sensation of panicked suffocation, and this time his hand relaxes a little, letting you set your own pace. The Bull growls in his chest, a vibration that you can feel through his cock. You start to suck the massive dick a bit faster, never quite getting used to the girth, but finding a rhythm that you can manage without gagging or passing out.
When you bottom out on his cock once more, his hand tightens in your hair, holding you there for a moment.
Suddenly, a voice sounds, startling both of you. "The Midtown Spa is now closing," the voice declares. "Please gather return any keys and gather your personal belongings before you leave. Thank you for your patronage." You hadn't noticed a speaker before, but there's apparently one around here somewhere. The Bull's dick comes out of your mouth as you sit up. His hand lets go of your hair.
"Fuck!" the huge man growls, and his hand curls into a fist and hits the wall beside the cot - the plaster on the wall cracks. You flinch. "Now how the fuck am I supposed to get off?" He gets off the cot, his muscular body flexing with anger, fists causing his biceps to tighten. His cock doesn't soften in the slightest. He's beyond masculine, you think, and very angry. Maybe this is a lucky stroke - he seems more furious than horny, though the two are obviously part of the same package in this muscle stud.
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