âHey, I see you just clocked out. Are you headed over to Rubyâs Bookstore after work? What the fuck are you looking panicked about? Itâs just us talking here. The guys are shutting down the site for the weekend. No one here knows that you are a bookstore whore, at least I havenât told them. Look, youâve blown me three times there, and last time you backed your pussy up to the glory hole so I could fuck it. Iâm looking for some more fun tonight, more than a glory hole can give. Wanna come back to my place instead?...
âItâs been one hot day, and most of the guys are shirtless. Iâm so fucking turned on right now, I would fuck your hole right here and now, and I wouldnât care who saw. I would say letâs go to Rubyâs, but Iâm needing an all-night fuck session. I can go several loads. I need to slam fuck a boyâs pussy one minute and skull fuck his head the next. I need to be in control. A glory hole doesnât cut it.
âYou wanna be used like that? I should say I am always in control, and once I get going I can get rough. Iâm gonna slap you, toss you around, and slam fuck you into next week. If you are up for that, letâs go.
âMy truck is over here. Weâll leave your car here. Itâll be safe. Donaldson wonât mind let alone notice. Get in. Strip naked. Pussy, I give orders and you fucking obey them. You just agreed to that not three minutes ago. Look, my windows are tinted, no one will see a naked pussy boy in the passenger seat. Good. Throw your clothes in back.
âSeatbelt onâŠ. Do you live with anyone? What about pets? No? Thatâs good. Are you taking any medicine? No. Well then, itâs settled, you are spending the weekend with me. Iâll bring you back here on Monday morning.
âI can see your pecker is pointing up. Thatâs all the yes I need. Speaking of which, that thing is off limits to you. As I said, I am in control of every aspect of you. I will tell you when you can beat offâwhich will be never, what you eatâmy hairy sweaty ass is on that list, what you drinkâmy piss will be primary, when you piss and shitâI will be douching you out, and so on.
âYeah, I clean out my pussyâs pussy. Itâs always a deep clean. When my arm goes in there, I donât want to encounter any fag mudâŠ. Whatâs that look for? Youâve never been fisted before? Well, youâre not going to be able to say that on Monday morning. Weâll do that tomorrow. Tonight, itâs about my cock and your pussy.
âHere scoot over and snuggle up with your daddy here on the drive home. Get used to the smell and the taste of my body. Rest your face on my chest. Feel the hairs on my arm. Run your fingers through them. They feel great hunh?
âWell tomorrow you will hate every single one of them. When my arm goes in deep, each one of those hairs will feel like tiny razor blades slicing into your pussy hole, perpetually throughout the night.
âSunday will be your pussyâs day of rest. You will be locked up under my rimseat eating out my hole. And if you thought my arm hairs felt like razor blades, wait âtil your tongue gets the same treatment from the hairs around my asshole.
âOn Monday you will stagger in, destroyed in every way. It will look fucking awesome.â
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