I knew what the shirt meant the moment I walked in. He was sitting there waiting in only briefs, cigarette in hand. The prominent bulge and heavy smell of smoke told me he'd been waiting a while.
"Welcome home son," He mentioned, almost immediately rising to his feet.
As usual, my heart skipped a beat as I watched his height grow more imposing. His bulky figure stood over mine, it's silhouette one that would entirely cloak my own. I felt small. His arms were massive, veins bulging out from under the sleeves that could barely wrap his muscle. The widest point of his biceps couldn't be held by the seams. I had to look up at his wry smile as his hands wrapped around my wrists, his sharp eyes betraying the thoughts in his head of making me submit to his will.
"Come on boy" He said, his fingers wrapping under my shirt and grazing my stomach. I felt his exhale on my face as he lifted my shirt up, it's foggy aroma filling my skull and leaving me lightheaded.
There was only one way this was going. My arms naturally extended to allow the rest of my shirt to come off, and with one finger he managed to drop my already loose pants. The air was suddenly cold on my naked skin, but only for a moment. He began to walk into me, his body temperature tingling on my surface as he pushed me backwards into our bedroom.
The moment my legs were braced against the side of our bed, his hands moved down dropping his own briefs. A full thick mast sprung out, leaving a solid gap of air between us that was at least 8 inches wide. It only took a moment before a thick drop of precum began to fall from its tip. He rose a hand to spit into before bringing its wide grip down around his shaft, combining with the moisture from its head.
"I'm not-" I began to say, knowing I had just come back from being out. Still, I knew what would happen anyway.
His lips connected with mine, shutting me up as he flipped me onto my back. He didn't care about my state, his hands expertly bringing my feet into the air like they were so used to doing. He needed little of his body weight to bring my ankles up to my head, raising my ass right into his groin. The rest of his mass positioned his tip right at my hole. He was going to enter whether I wanted it or not.
There was no time to react as he filled my space entirely, my tight hole convulsing around him. I would have gasped, but our locked lips kept me silent, only a dull moan escaping my throat as he sucked my breath from me. I could only submit, relax as he began to move in and out, hitting my prostate over and over until my groin was wet with leakage.
I couldn't control my excitement as it grew entirely through his own actions. It was a losing battle, my body overcome with waves of euphoria. My muscles grew looser and looser, allowing him more control ove. My groin was on fire with an erotic buzz, numb to anything but pleasure. I couldn't stop it, every moment the tingling more and more intense. I felt myself begin to shake.
Finally I felt myself erupt, a burst of wetness leaving my member and covering our connected midriffs. It went everywhere, the pooled precum on my groin allowing it to easily spread across my midsection and stream down my sides. The white moisture combined with our sweat and served as a lubricant, making our bodies increasingly slick against each other and making it easier for him to flow in and out.
That wasn't the end however- my owner decided when he was done. Feeling my orgasm underneath him and the increased humidity only seemed to egg him on further, his breath growing more animalistic and instinctual.
The world spun as he continued to hit my button, the buzz of arousal suddenly working itself back into my body. I felt his breath on my neck sending electricity down my spine, his deep gasps telling me he was getting closer. His elbows had me pinned under him, his full weight trapping me as his prized possession.
I lost control of my breath again as he thrusted harder and faster, my ass beginning to shake and tighten as a second orgasm began. He roared this time, bringing his body up in one final thrust and sending his seed deep into my stomach. I felt a pool of warmth spread inside me as several jets of his fluid filled my insides, my own cock shooting a few lackluster shots from its empty tank while ripples of pleasure tore through my insides escaping in a moan from my mouth.
I couldn't feel my legs as they sank back to the ground, my Sir's body collapsing next to mine. I could feel his sweat still on me, a stream of cum slowly working itself out of my loose hole. The smell of sex hung strong in the air.
It took a minute for my senses to return, my stomach suddenly groaning from the additional load it briefly needed to carry. Now with my lower track relaxed, there was nothing to stop anything else from coming out. I struggled to make myself stand, taking short steps with stiff legs to the bathroom.
I heard a whistle behind me, and turned to see my sir wink.
"Waddle my luck duck" He said, blowing over a kiss before watching my ass continue to make its way out of the room. That's how it was every time.
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