Date: Thu, 9 Apr 2009 16:34:07 -0500
From: Jamie Lee <jamieontop@gmail.com>
Subject: hungryass 2.3

Disclaimer: If you don't like or aren't allowed to read man-sex, go away.
Otherwise, enjoy!  Let me know if you like it or what you'd like to see in
a future chapter or story.

From Part 2:

"On your knees, bitch, and suck me."  He quickly slid off the bed and onto
his knees and swallowed my cock.  Once again, it found its home in that
hot, wet mouth of my little bitch.

Part 3:

His mouth worked its wet, sloppy magic all around my cock, getting it
harder and harder.  He rolled his tongue around my sensitive mushroom head
and then under the shaft of my prick.  He pulled out, held my swollen dick
in his hand and licked all up and down its length.  I could feel it
lengthen in his hand as he licked.  He'd take the head in his mouth and run
his tongue all under and around it, swallow my dick down to the hand that
was still holding it, and then pull back, licking all the way til once
again only the head was in his mouth.  More licking, then his lips would
clamp down around my dick and he'd repeat the whole process.

It didn't take a whole lot of this before my dick got hard as a rock.  When
that happened, I pulled his hand off my dick, grabbed both sides of his
head with my hands, and started face-fucking my little slut.  I pulled his
head down hard on my cock, choking him a bit as I slammed his face into my
pubes.  I held him there until he started to gag, then I eased up and let
him back off a little and get a breath, leaving his throat slime all over
my shaft.  While he was recovering I fucked his mouth more gently, just
letting the tip of my dick touch the back of his throat, but not actually
punching my way in.  Then back out, with his lips tight around my prick,
making a nice vacuum around the rod, watching his cheeks cave in from the
air pressure as my dick pulled out of his clinging mouth.

Then slowly back in, with him now recovered enough to use his tongue on my
shaft as it slowly sank in.  A few more strokes, and on the next one I
punch my way down into his throat again, holding his face against my pubes
a long time, until he gagged again, when I let him ease off.  This time, I
pulled him all the way off and rubbed his thick throat slime up and down my
shaft, so much better than lube-warmer, thicker, and taken from my own
bitch.

I held my cock at the base and slapped his cheeks with it, getting them
slimy as well.  He knelt there with his mouth open, moaning every once in a
while, while I bitch-slapped him with my dick.  I pulled him up and threw
him over on the bed, face down.  His legs were still on the floor, with his
body draped over the corner of the bed.  I found a bandana on the side
table and pulled his hands roughly behind his back before tying them.  He
moaned again.  He was still wearing my collar around his neck.  I pulled my
belt out of the loops on my pants and doubled it over.

"OK, baby, you're entitled to have whatever feelings you want, but when
we're out in public" I swatted his ass with the belt, bringing a yelp from
the little bitch. "You will shut the fuck up" SWAT "and not embarrass me"
SWAT "in front of other people." SWAT "You got that, bitch?" SWAT SWAT SWAT

Each swat brought forth a yelp and left a new red mark on some part of his
ass or upper thighs. "Do I make myself clear, bitch?" SWAT SWAT "I'm the
top, and you're the bitch." SWAT "You will not" SWAT "act up in public"
SWAT "you little shit." SWAT SWAT.

By the last swat, he was blubbering a little but also moaning a bit.  I
pulled hard on the collar to bring his head back where I could see his
face.  He slid down the bed to his knees on the floor as I pulled him back
to me by his collar.  "Do you understand me, bitch?"

"Yessir," he said softly, his face damp with tears.

"Good.  Baby, you're mine tonight.  I understand your being jealous, and
you have a right to be if I'm flirting with someone and you don't like
it. But you do *not* have a right to say anything about your jealousy, let
alone make a scene like you did in the bar.  I will *not* let you treat me
that way.  Got it?"

"Yessir, I'm sorry sir.  I fucked up."

"Yeah, you did, which is why you got whipped.  Have I made my point?  If
so, get your ass up on that bed and prepare to get it fucked.  If not, lie
back down and I'll whip you until you get the message."

He scrambled quickly up on the bed and lay down on his back (probably not
very comfortable since his hands were still tied behind him), spreading his
legs for me.

The spanking had kept my cock hard, so it was easy to lube it a bit, put a
Magnum on, and get on the bed between the bitch's legs.  I lubed my
sheathed dick and then took his ankles in one hand, rolling my pussyboy up
into a ball.  I squirted some lube down his crack and threw the bottle
aside to rub it into his hot little twat.  Then, I took one ankle in each
hand, rolled him backwards even more, and put the swollen head of my cock
at his little cunt ring.  I left it there just a few seconds, pressing
forward enough for him to feel me, before I slowly pushed harder, past his
muscle and into his hot, hungry cunt.  I raised myself up on my feet so
that the weight of my body kept pushing my cock into his pussy, his hot,
clinging cunt that grabbed my dick like a warm, throbbing glove.

Once I had filled him up with my fat dick, I ground my pubes against his
ass, feeling my balls swing against his butt.  I once had a bitch tell me
that that was when he knew he was mine, that there was no more emasculating
feeling than another guy's balls hitting against your ass.  Except maybe
feeling your cock stiffen while he did it to you.  I wouldn't know, but I'm
happy to take his word for it.

I pulled slowly out, and pushed slowly back in, eliciting a moan from
hungryass each way.  When I pulled out until only the mushroom head of my
cock was inside his clenching pussylips, the redness of his ass was in
contrast to the light color of my own thighs.  Back in I went, alternating
short strokes with long ones, in and out, passing his prostate on every
trip, until my little bitch was moaning almost non-stop.  His dick was
rock-hard, leaking like a drippy faucet all over his belly.

I rolled him back on his shoulders as I fucked him harder and faster,
slamming his ass with my thighs on every stroke now, making that bitch know
who owned him, slapping his still red ass ever few strokes-hard-to remind
him who was in charge.

Back and forth I fucked that hot boy-cunt beneath me, listening to the
moans and the mewling of the pussyboi I was plowing.  "Oh god, fuck me,
fuck me, sir, slam your cock in me, make me your bitch!"

I pulled back again, and slapped his ass extra hard.  "Shut up, bitch. I
fuck you how, when, and as *I* " SWAT "want to.  Got it?" SWAT SWAT

"Oooohhh.  Yessir, I've got it, sir."

I went back to fucking him, now faster and faster because the whipping, the
moans, and his begging-not to mention the earlier blowjob-had gotten me to
the point where I wanted to cum.

"Fuck yeah, take my cock, you bitch.  Take your man's fuck, pussy boy" I
said as I kept plowing that hot cunt of his.  Finally, I decided not to
wait any longer and on my next plunge to the hilt, I ground down against
his ass and spurted several big shots in his cunt, grinding my hips against
his ass and keeping my dick as far up as his boycunt as I could.  He
moaned, and I felt his cunt spasm around my cock as his own load started
spurting out of his dick.  Yeah, his hands were still tied, so he never
touched his cock.  I had just fucked a load out of my bitch using nothing
but my cock in his cunt to bring him off, and he was moaning and thrashing
his head from side to side the whole time.

As my cock stopped its shuddering, I let him bring his legs down on either
side of me and wrap them around the small of my back. I lay down on him,
smearing his hot cum all over our chests.  I kissed him all over his face,
then raped his mouth with my tongue again, just the way my cock had just
finished raping his pussy.  When I pulled out of his mouth, I nibbled on
the other side of his neck from where I'd put my mark earlier in the
evening in the shower.  This little bitch was gonna have a lot of souvenirs
to take home with him!

When I got through marking him again, I shoved his legs apart with my hips
and pulled out of him.  I flipped over and lay on the bed beside him,
enjoying coming down from the sex high.  He was a good bitch and knew what
to do.  He sucked his ass juices off my dick.  Then he used his tongue to
lick up all his own cum that had smeared on my chest and abdomen.

When he was through cleaning me, I told him to turn around, and I untied
his hands.  Then I let him lie down beside me, while I looked at my hot
little bitch, naked except for my collar around his neck, reeking of the
smell of sex in the warm motel room.