"I'm ready," and get naked.
From Create Your Own Story
Mac watches you strip with a leer, enjoying as you take off your shirt and pants and underwear in front of him. He grins as he steps out of his jeans and pulls his sleeveless shirt over his head, revealing a wide chest and thick body that's covered with dark hair. The scent of him, already present in the room, grows stronger. He moves towards you, then puts one big paw in the middle of your chest, pushing you backwards onto the bed. You fall onto your back with a little yelp.
Mac reaches down and pulls a bottle of lube out of the suitcase, then grabs your waist and rolls you over. Mac raises your knees onto the bed. Your ass is up in the air, your shoulders and 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.
A cell phone rings. Mac glances at his jeans, and sighs. He pulls out the phone, and checks the number. "Fuck it," he growls, and tosses the phone aside, unanswered.
"Now where were we?" He slaps your ass hard with one hand, and you yelp. "Oh yeah! I was about to rape your slut hole, baby. Mmmm - that's why I love dicking cute little boys like you. Sweet, tight fuckin' pussy without all the bullshit. Only thing you care about is makin' daddy and his cock happy, huh?" He pushes a third finger in and out of your hole, with mean little thrusts.
"Yes!" you moan, quickly and genuinely agreeing with the nasty fucker. Your dick throbs.
"Don't need to worry about gettin' you pregnant, huh, boy? Though I'm sure gonna try like hell to!"
Mac rolls you onto your back, and grabs your balls, pulling hard.. Before you even have time to respond, though, the burly stud takes you by the waist, picks you up bodily, and brutally impales you on his drooling horsecock. Your arms fly around his neck, and you hold on for dear life and bellow with the sudden violent entry of his massive meat.
"Fuck!" you scream. Mac shifts your weight into one thick arm and presses his free hand across your mouth.
"Shut. The. Fuck. Up." He growls, each word punctuated by another piston fuck from his meat. Your ass is on fire, and you whimper and moan behind his hand. Tears stream from your eyes, and your ass clenches and spasms on his meat.
"Lean on me, boy," Mac growls, and you slowly put your weight against him, feeling his cock inch all the further up into your gut. You whimper and moan and press your face into his neck.
"Fuck," you gasp, a tiny noise. You can't catch your breath with his meat buried in you like that. "Fuck!"
"If you insist," Mac laughs. The man's sturdy legs are spread apart as he begins pummeling into you in a standing fuck. Your small body bounces up and down on his monster cock with bursts of white hot pain and a heat of a different kind spreading in your gut.
"Oh!" you yelp. "Oh, fuck.. oh fuck oh fuck oh FUCK!"
You've never felt so helpless - impaled to the hilt on Mac's truncheon, his massive arms wrapped around you, and your hands bound together behind you. You also realize you've never felt so turned on! His hands grip your sides so tight you know he's leaving bruises. Your head falls back in a mix of agony and ecstasy as Mac begins licking and biting your neck, leaving painful, raised welts. Your rock hard dick rubs deliciously against the kinky black fur covering the older man's abs.
Mac walks over to the wall and presses your back against it. You are trapped between his jackhammering dong and the cold, hard surface. You lift your head up and stare into his angry eyes. He smacks you roughly across the face. You moan in response.
"I think you like the rough stuff, don't you?" Mac growls and then spits in your face.
You nod wildly, not able to find words as his dick splits you wide, and he slaps you again, harder. Your cock erupts between the two of you, spurting cum across your stomach and his hairy belly.
"Fucking whore," he growls at you, and pounds you all the harder.
For an hour, it seems, the deranged prison guard batters your hole. He fucks you against every wall in the hotel room, and on the drawers as well. His furry body is soaked and slick with sweat. The room fills with his heat and his body odor. The smell is unbelievable - like a wild animal!
You've already shot three loads - every time you come before him, he slaps you a little harder. Your cheek is red and burning, but each time you come you can't help it. He throws you onto the bed, and then rips his dick out of you. You moan with need, feeling your ass unfold around the absence of his meat, and as you struggle to get up, he shoves you hard, rolling you onto your stomach, and a moment later he has pulled one of the plastic strips from his belt and bound your wrists tight.
"Always wanted to use one of the boys in my cell block," he laughs, panting for breath and sweat dripping from his hairy body onto yours. A moment later, he stuffs one of his socks into your mouth. After that, he sodomizes your ass with the police guard baton for nearly half an hour, twisting and pushing it in and out of your hole in rapid thrusts that make you buck against the blanket and whimper and writhe for him. When you come again, he rolls you over and slaps your face a fourth time.
Then, as promised, he lifts your legs onto his sweat-slick hairy shoulders, and he pumps his hot seed deep in your guts. Mac cums like a gorilla - huffing and puffing and grunting as he thoroughly inseminates you.
After he cums, the big ugly hunk is surprisingly tender. He undoes your wrist restraints and pulls you into the hotel bed with him him. Mac's rubbery dick is softening, yet it's still crammed up your ass. He wraps you in his big arms and pulls you into his chest. You nestle your face against the humid blanket of fur and sigh.
"I think I'm fallin' in love..." The man mumbles before falling asleep. His thunderous snores fill the room.
Against your better judgment, you realize Mac just might be the man of your dreams. Who knows what the future will hold?
Best Birthday Ever.
(The End - please send feedback to barratboy@yahoo.ca)
