Date: Fri, 10 Feb 2017 22:12:34 +0000 (UTC)
From: Rodney Hartfield <rodneyhartfield69@yahoo.com>
Subject: Yours...For Tonight, Pt. 2

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			YOURS...FOR TONIGHT...Pt. 2

       You jerk as I suddenly pull away. I climb up between your legs until
I am on top of you.

       I stare down at you. "Now fuck me. I want you to fuck me long and
hard. I want you to use me. I want you to abuse me. I want you to own
me. I'm yours...for tonight"

       You roll me off you and straddle my chest, locking my wrists above
my head in your steel grip.  The look in your eyes both scares me and
excites me. I try not show any fear, even though I am fully aware of what
is coming.

       You snarl. "Are you sure you want this?"

       Through gritted teeth I answer, "For tonight...I'm yours."

       I am pleasantly surprised when you lie down beside me in a 69
position. As you begin to tantalize my cock with your tongue, I again
caress your bulbous head with my lips and mouth. The size seems to grow
ever larger. My hole puckers at the thought of your monster tearing through
that tender opening to the depths of my being.

       I work more and more of your length into my slobbering mouth until
it is full. Without pulling out, you swing your leg over my head, your
muscular frame heavy on my abs and chest, the weight of your body forcing
your swollen sausage deep into my throat. I struggle to take it, fighting
the strong reflex to gag. Involuntary tears form in the corners of my
eyes. I couldn't protest if I wanted to...and I don't.

       You have devoured my shaft, taking it to the root, then pulling off
to graze my head not particularly kindly with your teeth. I can't help but
moan. At the same time, you knead my balls, gently at first, then ever
harder, grasping and pulling until you have them grinding into my ass just
above my hole.  The pain and pleasure is overwhelming. Between the lack of
oxygen with your log wedged in my throat and the throbbing in my groin, I
fight to remain conscious.

       You seem to sense my plight for suddenly you are gone. My chest
expands; my lungs fill with breath; the weight has lifted, yet I feel
deserted. My eyes slam open. You are standing over me, a glint in your eyes
and an evil grin twitching the corners of your mouth. You tear open the
package and hand me the condom. With shaking fingers, I struggle to work
the sheath over your pulsing shaft. You flex your pelvis so that your huge
tool splits the air above my face like a medieval ramming rod.

       You hover above me in a push-up position, ever so close yet not
touching me. Your lips touch mine. I open to let your tongue dive in where
your cock has been. I suck and bite and caress it. Slowly you withdraw.

       You work your way between my legs, pulling them up until they rest
on your shoulders. The head of that battering ram teases my puckered
hole. My heart is racing from the fear and anticipation of what is about to
come.

       It is your turn to look up between MY legs. That evil smile again
crosses your face. That humongous cone presses harder against the tender
mark. I long for it to crash through the taut portal, filling my fuck
canal. Yet I cringe at the prospect.

       To this point not a word has been spoken. Now you growl, "Tell me,
tell me what you want."

       I whisper, "Fuck me."

       "Not good enough. I want to hear you beg. Tell me what you
want. Tell me what you need."

       I glare at you and snarl through gritted teeth, "Fuck me, sir. I
want you to fuck me. I NEED for you to fuck me. Fuck me hard. Fuck me
deep. Please fill me as only you can. Please, Sir."

       You smile. I cringe as that hard mushroom begins its assault. I gasp
as my ass is stretched unmercifully open. I scream as that pulsing huge nob
crashes through the barrier of my sphincter.

       You hesitate. I open my eyes. You are staring at me. A sadistic
smile teases the corners of your mouth. I breathe deep, forcing my ass
muscles to relax.

       You resume your assault. Inch by inch you thrust deeper into my man
cave. I moan in pain/pleasure as your rod torments my prostate.

       That battering ram reaches the back wall of my cavity, yet I know
there are inches left of its length. You do not stop. I scream the second
time when that ram's head breaches my inner portal. Your massive man-tool
slips into my lower extremity. Finally, your coarse pubic hair grinds into
my sensitive balls. You are in completely. I am filled to capacity.

       I moan in painful pleasure, then cry out as you rip your exquisite
shaft from my trembling soul. I am left empty and wanting. "No," I whimper.

       You laugh. You savagely drill your entire length back into my
quivering hole. Again and again you ravage me. Your pelvis brutally buffets
my swollen balls. Your orbs slap my tender cheeks. I would plead for mercy,
but have no desire except to be filled. I meet each of your thrusts with
one of my own.

       You slam into me. You hold steady, buried deep within my being. You
contort my body, forcing my legs on either side of my head. My ass is
pointing to the sky. Your gaze is as one of a wild animal. We have both
lost all control. Our primal, male sexual natures have taken over.

       You slam into me like a crazed jack-hammer. The force of your weight
crushes me into the mattress below. Each crashing thrust pounds the breath
from my lungs. My entire being is lost in the ecstatic pleasures screaming
through my body. I can hold back no longer. My balls clench. From the
depths, my man-juice explodes from my pulsing rod. Stream after spurting
stream covers my face and neck and chest.

       I feel your manhood grow even larger within me. You pull from my
depths. You strip the rubber from your shaft. With one jerk, cum erupts
from your piss slit, mingling with mine in pools between my pecs.

       You slurp up a mouthful of our combined spunk. Like a robin feeding
her young, you dribble the mixture from your tongue to mine. I pull you to
me. I suck our combined man-juice from your tongue, savoring the pungent
flavors before feeding them back to you.

       I roll you over on your back. I massage your pecs with mine,
spreading the slime between us.  Slowly, our breathing returns to normal. I
kiss you with a long, lingering kiss. I look down at you with a sly
smile. I whisper, "I was yours...for tonight." I watch as your haughty
smile vanishes into a look of realization and concern.

       "Oh, shit," you whisper. My smile spreads across my face.

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