Date: Tue, 5 Aug 2014 13:09:17 -0700
From: John Black <blackhunk33@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Unapologetic Escort, Chapter 1
The Unapologetic Escort
In my line of work, you meet a lot of sexually repressed men. For
whatever reason, they don't think they're good enough to catch another man
for an evening of hot sex. They know that I'm a sure thing, for a price.
I do have my standards, although some would say that they're situational.
The company I work for has been around for more than 20 years. The
man who runs it, started it. He has his standards, too. He won't let any
of his stable of men be harmed or marked in any way. A good paddling is
okay, if the escort agrees to it. Bareback sex is discouraged, but
allowable if both parties are the same status and both parties agree to it.
However, even then, it is only allowed, if both parties have current test
results, and current results means within the last month.
As one of his negative men, I was required to undergo testing
monthly as were the others with the same status.
I'm now 23 years old, black (medium skin color), 6'4", 225 pounds,
muscular, bubble butt, and a 10" dick. My clientele keeps me very busy now
that I'm available nearly all hours of all days. When I was attending
college, I was only available on weekends, and then only when I didn't have
to study or complete a paper or project for Monday morning.
When I was 14, I was already six feet tall, weighted about 170, had
an eight inch dick, and had already developed a muscular frame that I
worked on improving almost daily. By the time I was ready to graduate from
high school, I was my current height, weight, and musculature. And my dick
had increased to 10" of thick, dark meat.
In high school, I had a couple of friends who enjoyed having hot
sex with me as much as I did with them. Both were white boys, but I didn't
care what color they were as long as I got to fuck their butts and they
fucked me. When we turned 16, we thought we could get into the gay bars
and clubs without getting "carded". As they had similar builds, no one
challenged us.
We met a number of men who were hot for new meat, so that first
night, we all scored well. But, we had curfews, so it did put us in the
awkward position of having to tell our "dates" that we had to be home by
midnight. I never told my dates that I had a curfew until after we'd had
some hot sex. Living at home wasn't an issue for them as they had friends
who had finished college and hadn't found the job of their dreams yet, so
they were still living with their parents. It was the parent's home;
therefore, they lived under the parent's rules.
Fewer than half a dozen times I was asked my age, before I turned
18. I didn't lie to them. They freaked out that they'd had sex with a
minor and I never saw them again. But, I think word did get around. I
didn't do so well after a couple of months. The men would chat me up, but
wouldn't take me home with them.
So, I began hitting the bookstores to get what I needed. That
worked out very well for me on some nights, but not on others. It was too
hit and miss. Consequently, my friends and I returned to fucking and
sucking each other until we reached our majority.
I went back to the gay bars and was still getting attitude, but I
stopped that by telling them right away that I was 18 and very legal.
That's when the men began flocking around me. I always had a date on the
weekends. And I had a lot of repeat customers. Some of the men would pay
me after we had a hot night of sex (curfew was lifted when I turned 18). I
thought it was odd and I felt cheap when I got paid, but I never turned
down the dollars.
One summer night during my 18th year, I went home with a guy whom I
thought was the hottest man I'd even been to bed with. He was in his 30s
and had the body, dick, and handsome face that any warm-blooded man or
woman would go for. He said that he worked for an escort service and that
I could make some serious money if I joined him there. I asked all kinds
of questions about what I'd be expected to do. He answered all of them
honestly. He added that this session we'd just enjoyed was gratis. And he
hoped that there would be many more just like it. I'd held back on fucking
and nutting in his ass more than twice. He did the same. Of course, we
both wore condoms, not knowing the status of our partner.
The following Monday, I was invited to meet the president of the
escort service for an interview. He was nearly slobbering over me before I
got my clothes off. He revealed that there was a big need in his firm for
men like me, someone with my talents (he liked my body and how I fucked and
ate his ass repeatedly), and specific attributes (tall, dark, built, big
dick, and versatile). He hired me on the spot.
I was billed out at $250 per hour or $1000 for the night. I got
75% of that and he got the balance. He told me that I was free to fuck
anyone I wanted on my own time. But, if the client came through the
agency, they were charged. I was paid weekly for my work in cash. All of
his men were "independent contractors", so there were no benefits, no tax
withholding, or Social Security. He paid for all testing which I was
expected to do every month. If I failed to comply with the monthly need
for testing, I would be terminated. If any of the clients got out of line,
they were to be reported to him immediately. The client would be "black
balled". As far as I know, that never happened.
After the interview, he asked me to wait in the reception area
where my picture would be taken and my HIV test administered. It was only
a portrait photo, no porn stills. That surprised me. I thought the
clients would want to know what they were getting, but I guess they trusted
the description that was posted for each man in the escort service.
A few minutes later, he came out of his private office. With a
smile and a wink, he said, "Your results are negative, and your first
client is eager to meet you. Here is his hotel address and directions to
get there. As usual, your services are prepaid. As this is your first
time with him, he has asked for only an hour. Treat him well. He's one of
our best customers."
I nodded, took the paper from his hand, and walked out. I checked
the directions and address. The client was in the downtown area of the
city. My directions suggested that I take the streetcar to the hotel. My
boss gave me a book of tickets that I'd use until they ran out. At that
point, if I were still part of the company, he'd get me a monthly pass.
Most of our clients were businessmen staying in downtown hotels. The
client would greet me at the door to his room and we'd start the clock
running.
The gentleman in question was at the hotel for a "nooner" as he
said. He hoped that I could help him ease the tension of a very stressful
morning. I assured him that I'd do my best to help him relax. I checked
him out as we walked into his bedroom at the far end of a large penthouse.
His age was a guess, but I settled on mid-40s. He obviously worked out,
probably had a personal trainer, and took good care of himself. He was
under six feet tall and weighed about 175.
He pulled me into the bedroom, helped me get undressed as I did the
same for him. He fell to his knees and eagerly sucked my expanding member
into his warm mouth. When I was completely hard, he pulled back and
whispered, "Clay wasn't kidding about your attributes. You're stunning."
I smiled nervously. "He also said that you are negative and enjoy
barebacking a deep ass." I nodded and smiled again. "Let's see if this
big thing will fit up my ass," he grinned. Turning around, he spread his
ass cheeks and climbed up on the bed, doggie style. He had a nice daddy
ass like I'd seen in some porno films. His deep hole looked inviting as
well as used. Big nutts swing below his hole. An average dick felt hard
in my hand when I cupped his jewels and stiff prick.
I knelt on the floor behind him and kissed both of his ass cheeks.
He pulled his cheeks farther apart. Subtly wasn't his strong suit, but I
was there for a purpose and it didn't involve admiring the scenery. He
needed to get fucked and bred. THAT I knew very well how to do.
My tongue dug deeply into his twitching hole and tasted a clean,
slightly soapy ass. He moaned with ecstasy as I dug deeper. Within a
minute, he was begging to get fucked. I stood behind him and pressed my
fat, long dick against his wet back door. "We'll need lube, I think," I
suggested. "I'm not tiny."
He reached into a nearby cabinet and retrieved a small bottle of
lube. I applied the lube to my dick and his hungry hole. Pushing forward,
I sank more than half way in before he winced. I pulled away, but he
grabbed my ass and held me. "Just give me a moment," he breathed. "You're
the biggest man I've had in a very long time." A few seconds later, he was
backing on to my throbbing phallus. Without pause, he slowly gobbled up my
10" of man meat. When I was completely buried inside him, I ground in the
last millimeters. My tight pubes rubbed hotly against his distended ass
lips. "Fuck! You're big!" he exulted. "Take as much time as you need
before you breed me."
"That won't take long, I'm afraid," I replied. "But, you needn't
worry. I recover quickly. In the hour you have of my services, I'll be
able to breed you at least four times."
He glanced over his right shoulder and looked me in the eye.
"You're serious?"
I nodded. "Count on it." I resumed a slow, deep fuck into his
upturned ass. His internal muscles were working my dick like no man had
ever done before. Truly, this would be a very short ride. "You ready for
your first load," I croaked out. It wouldn't have made any difference what
he responded. I'd already reached the point of no return. With furious
thrusts into him, my dick jerked and my heavy balls unleashed a torrent of
warm baby batter deeply up his love canal.
"Shit! I can feel you cum inside me! DAMN!! You're one hot
fucker. Pound that load into me," he bellowed.
The more I fucked him, the more pleasure I derived. This felt so
good. I'd fucked a lot of ass in my young life, but this was an amazing
ass I'd just bred. Continuing the thrusts, but at a slower pace, I asked
him if he wanted me to quit. He steadfastly refused my offer. Instead, he
wiggled his butt and encouraged me to plow him and my load deeper into him.
After a few minutes, I pulled out and licked at his hole, rescuing errant
dribbles of my load. He relished this with amazing gusto. The taste of
cum and ass on my tongue always restored my hard dick to full measure.
Once more, I mounted him.
"You ready to breed me again, so soon?" he wondered in awe.
I smiled and nodded.
"Take me on my back, then," he directed. He flipped over and
pulled his knees into his chest. His asshole gaped open, spilling a few
drops of my seed. I quickly slurped them up and replaced my tongue with my
renewed, hard dick. Once again, I buried my dick all the way up his rump.
"You are one amazing man," he praised. He pulled me down for a tender
kiss. It quickly escalated to an ardent one that increased my fucking
tempo in and out of his ass. I long-dicked his sweet hole, pumping faster
and faster until the dam walls burst again and I seeded him a second time.
I checked the clock. I still had 45 minutes of fucking to go. I
smiled at the possibilities. My high school friends would only take me a
couple of times each before they begged off, saying that they were too full
of my nutt loads. That was possible, but I didn't think it was likely. It
was more probable that I was too big for them to take me more than twice in
one day.
That definitely wasn't the case with my first client. I
power-fucked him three more times, finally stopping as the end of the hour
approached. He praised my incredible skills and promised that I'd hear
from him again. With five minutes left, he turned around and sucked my
dick, cleaning a great deal of cum from it. I slipped beneath him and ate
out his overflowing asshole. "It wouldn't be appropriate for you to go
back to your office with your ass leaking cum into your suit pants," I
smiled as the hour ended.
"I'll still need to abort more of your black babies before I head
back." He sighed. "I wish I'd asked for more of your time. But, this is
the agreement I have with your boss, and I do have to get back to work," he
added. "Perhaps next time, we can have a longer session?"
"That's up to my boss and you to negotiate," I smiled back at him.
"But, I certainly wouldn't be against the idea. You're an incredibly
talented man to take as much dick and sauce as I've fucked into you. I'm
only surprised that no one has snapped you up yet," I wondered.
"Several have tried, but they only wanted me for my money. And I
don't really have the time to go out looking for men," he said, "especially
as much as I travel."
"Their loss," I allowed. "Thanks for the good time," I added,
patting his ass. I put my clothes back on as he watched. When I finished
dressing, I turned toward the door.
"Wait a moment," he stalled. He dashed to the closet and pulled
money from his pants pocket. He slipped $50 into my hand. "You're well
worth it," he assured me. I noticed his ass was leaking cum again. I
turned him around and bent him over. My tongue slurped up more of my baby
gravy. With a towel, I wiped my face off and patted his ass. "Thanks
again for a great time," he added as I walked out of his hotel room.
Back at the escort agency, I went into to see Clay and told him
that the client was very good to me and was a very good sex partner. "He's
already called me and scheduled you for an all-night event in three weeks
when he's back in town. Are you okay with that?" I assured him that I
was. "Good. Are you able to go out again this evening?"
"Yeah, I guess I would be. Who is the client?"
"Another businessman in need of company and a big dick," he
smirked. "He has reserved you for the evening, beginning at 10 p.m."
"He's a repeat client?"
"Oh, yes, although he doesn't use us as frequent as your last
client does. You do have an ample supply of extra-large condoms for that
horse dick of yours, don't you?" he smirked.
"Uh, no, not really," I replied. "I don't generally use them," I
blushed.
"Not to worry. We have a ready supply of them here." He went back
into his office, rummaged around in a cabinet and handed me a box of
"magnum" size ones. "This should work for tonight at least. Your last
client told me of your prodigious quantities and frequencies of ejaculate.
Dealing with this client all night will probably use most of the box, if he
can keep up with you," he leered.
I arrived promptly at 10 p.m. at my new client's hotel room. He
greeted me cordially and I forced a smile. He wasn't someone I'd usually
fuck with, but the money was good. He had to be in his 50s or older and
wasn't in good shape. It wasn't like he had rolls and rolls of fat, but he
was soft everywhere. He reminded me of an older woman that I'd fucked for
money when I was only 16. She squealed and squealed as I pounded her pussy
and nutted deep inside her twice. I couldn't get out of there fast enough.
I was hoping this man wasn't a repeat of that dismal date.
Wanting to get his money's worth, he immediately helped me undress.
He pulled off his robe and revealed even more softness. This guy could be
a serious dick-wilter if I dwelt on what turned me off. But, he did have a
very talented tongue and soon had my dick rock hard.
After he blew me and I nutted in his mouth, he asked me to fuck him
as soon as I could get it hard again. However, he warned me that after he
shot his load, he wouldn't want any more sex for the evening. He asked
that I not touch his dick as a consequence. That wouldn't be a problem for
me at all. It was a small dick anyway.
I lubed up my condom-clad dick and his asshole and started to stuff
my resurrected dick up his ass. "You recover quickly," he smiled. I
nodded and shoved more inches of hard dick up his butt. Face to face, I
held up his legs and pressed deeply. With a slow, deliberate motion, I
long-dicked his ass. His little dick hardened and lengthened as I savaged
his prostate. He started leaking precum. "Damn, Man! You're hitting my
joy button so hard," he exclaimed. "Take it easy on me. I'm gonna cum
without touching myself."
I wanted the client to enjoy our fuck, but I also wanted to get out
of there as soon as possible. With a plan forming in my mind, I changed my
rhythm to short strokes against his prostate. Deep thrusts added an
element of difference without me seeming to purposefully make him nutt.
My brilliant plan succeeded only moments later. With a howl and
several curses, he unloaded on his flabby abs as I pounded a load into the
stretched condom.
"Geez! Sorry, Man!" I apologized, not meaning a word of it. "It
wouldn't be right to charge you for the night," I added as I pulled out and
stripped off the condom. Tossing the sperm-filled baggy into a nearby
trashcan, I suggested that I'd talk to the boss and have his charges
reduced to $250, instead of the $1000 he was being charged for the evening.
"It wasn't your fault that I shot off so quickly," he allowed.
"You have a very big dick that hit me just right. You couldn't have known
that would happen."
"Nonetheless, I think it only fair that you pay for the hour and no
more," I solemnly pronounced. "We want to keep you as a client," I added
with all innocence, again not meaning a syllable of what I'd said. I made
a mental note to tell the boss that I'd very much prefer never having to
deal with this client again. He could tell the client that I'd left the
business and was pursuing a college degree (the college degree I was
definitely going to do).
I bolted from the room and raced outside. Luckily, a streetcar
heading toward the agency had just pulled up. I flashed a ticket and
boarded, delighted to make my getaway.
At the agency, I told my boss (Clay) what I'd promised to try to do
for my last client. I added that I'd be grateful if I didn't have to
service that guy again. Clay smiled. "He's not everyone's cup of tea,
I'll admit," he said. "We have other men here who are into older
gentlemen."
The clock had rolled past 11:30 p.m. I glanced up at the door when
it opened. The man who had suggested I interview as an escort walked in.
"Quiet night," he said to Clay as he smiled at me.
"Yeah, not much going on, but it is Monday," Clay admitted. "We'll
close up at midnight like we always do during the week. Can you gentlemen
hang around for another 30 minutes, just in case?"
We nodded, but didn't even look at him. I could read my new
friend's mind. He had the same idea I had. "Please, no phone calls before
midnight. I want to have another sex session with this stud!"
"No charge," I whispered and winked at him.
He returned the wink and mouthed, "We'll negotiate terms later."
I wasn't sure if he meant that he was going to charge me or I
should charge him. Given his skills and years with the agency, I was
afraid he meant the former. He asked me to tell him about the client that
I'd just serviced. I gave him all the lurid details, including my desire
not to see that guy again.
Doug (my future sex partner) nodded knowingly. "I've had a similar
experience," he allowed. "He's definitely gone to seed since he started
calling the agency several years ago. He does prefer the younger men, so
I'm off his radar now."
"His loss," I beamed.
As the clock struck midnight, we said goodnight to Clay and left
for Doug's place. I still lived at home, you'll remember. Doug drove us
back to his house in one of the close-in neighborhoods. I remembered his
house as a craftsman style home, but the inside had been totally
modernized. Evidently, Doug made a lot of money as an escort. But, I did
have to wonder how much longer he could do this and what he'd do after he
"retired" from the business. However, that wasn't foremost in my mind.
"What did you mean when you said that we'd negotiate terms later?"
I asked as he closed the front door behind us.
He smiled as he pulled me into a warm embrace. He looked up into
my eyes and replied, "My terms are that we fuck each other to death all
night long. We are on our own time now, so there are no charges or
payments to the agency."
"Terms accepted," I grinned and kissed him. "Bareback?"
"Of course," he said breaking the kiss. "We're both negative. You
were tested today and I was tested Friday. Are you gonna be able to breed
me every 10 to 15 minutes like you did your first client?"
"Word sure gets around," I laughed. "Pumping out two loads for my
last client has no impact on my ability to breed and seed you," I promised
him.
"That's what I wanted to hear," he smiled. "I'll hold you to that.
As much as I love to fuck and cum in a hot ass, I've always wanted to be
gangbanged by an endless array of negative status men. It's that need to
be bred, not just fucked that hits all my fantasy buttons."
"I know you love to rim as much as I do; and you showed a penchant
for hot fucking, too. You still up for more of that?" I asked. "How do
you feel about felching?"
"I'm the poster boy for eatin' nutt from a butt," he rejoined. "I
love a clean ass to rim, fuck, seed, and eat out a load. Tonight, I hope
that's several loads, not that there is any way I can match the number of
loads you pump out. You're just not human!"
"It's the gift that keeps on giving," I responded. "I've always
been able to nutt several times a day since I could first squirt out a
load. I've never failed to perform. But, I need to shower first and get
the stink of my last client off me."
"I'll help," he leered at me.
We helped each other undress slowly. His lips on my nipples and
then on my dick nearly had me climaxing before I could get in the shower.
"Your dick tastes of dried cum," he observed.
"It was bagged when I fucked him and made him nutt without touching
himself."
"I hope that doesn't happen to me," Doug countered. "I want my
loads in your mouth or in your ass, not sprayed all over the sheets or my
abs."
"Just let me know if you're getting too close and I'll take care of
you," I promised.
In the shower, we couldn't keep our hands off each other. We tried
soaping each other up, but that lead to both of us getting fucked and bred.
That was followed by a good felching before we dried off and went into
Doug's bedroom. We resumed our need to breed each other again.
With a grin, he jumped up on the bed on all fours and wiggled his
ass at me. "I need another breeding," he said over his left shoulder.
"Make it another big load."
"That's the only kind I know how to deliver," I replied with lust
in my eyes. I knelt on the floor and speared his ass with my hungry
tongue. I could taste some of my load I'd pumped into him in the shower,
even though I'd felched out some of it earlier. The longer I ate his ass,
the more urgently he begged me to fuck and breed him. Eating out his
perfect ass had my dick jerking and leaking profusely. If I didn't fuck
him soon, I'd be spraying the edge of the bed. Never one to hold back when
a perfect ass needed another seeding, I rose to my feet and positioned
myself behind him. "Is this what you needed?" I whispered as my throbbing
dick slowly entered him.
"Fuck, YEAH!" he groaned. "Give me all those thick inches. Bury
that load deep, just like you did in the shower."
"You have the perfect ass," I praised him as I kissed his left
earlobe and then his neck. "I've never fucked one this perfect that was
able to take me without being hurt."
"I've been fucking with men for many years," he revealed. "Few of
them are in the same league with you when it comes to an amazing body, a
horse dick, and big loads. And none of them can match your speedy
recovery."
I slowed my pace. All that hot talk and his talented ass were
getting to me. My balls were sending me urgent signals to back off or
they'd empty their contents into Doug's ass too soon. "I don't think I can
hold back much longer," I warned. "You inspire my nuts to empty their baby
gravy again into that amazing ass."
"Don't hold back, Baby," he urged, wiggling his butt and working
his internal ass muscles. "I need as many loads as you can deliver." With
a strangled cry, I gave him what he wanted. I couldn't have held back if
I'd wanted to under any circumstance. "Yeah, Mike! Fill me up with your
creamy dick milk. Knock me up, Man!" I pumped harder into him and held
his ass tight against my crotch. "I can feel your dick jerk and your nutt
jet into me!" he exulted. "HOT!"
I continued to pound his hole, forcing my load deeper inside him.
His hands grasped my ass and held me tightly against his hungry ass. I
leaned in and kissed his left ear and nuzzled his neck as my climax
shudders slowly decreased. Pulling out slowly, I dropped to my knees and
ate his ass out, savoring the sweet, nutty flavor of my sperm and his
well-fucked ass. Doug moaned and wiggled his ass as my tongue wormed
deeper inside him. "You have the rest of the evening to stop that," he
whispered.
As was typical for me, eating out a well-seeded manhole always
revived my black dick. I stood up behind him and placed my throbbing
hardness against his dripping hole. "I think you need more of my babies
inside you," I said softly in his ear. "That'll require another hard
fuck."
"I'm not objecting," he said, pushing back against me and hungrily
swallowing more than half my dick. His well-lubed love tunnel eased the
way deeply into him. I made my dick jerk when I was all the way in.
"Yeah, just like that. I love it when you go deep and I can feel how hard
and thick and long you are," he sighed.
"You're one hungry fuck," I praised him. "Your hole knows just
what to do to get me to nutt again," I groaned. "I'm so close."
"I need more sperm!" Doug insisted, wiggling his butt and milking
me relentlessly with his love tunnel muscles. "Breed me!"
Unable to resist, I blasted out another load. My hard dick jerked
several times, coating his internal love muscles with another layer of my
creamy baby gravy. After my climax had subsided to infrequent spasms, I
gently removed my slowly deflating dick and flopped on to the bed beside
him.
"You're an amazing fuck," I sighed contentedly.
"And you are, too. So many loads in such a short time," he crowed.
"You're going to be very popular at the agency." He rolled over on top of
me, then turned around and sucked my cum-coated dick into his mouth.
Swinging a leg over my head, he wiggled his muscular ass over my face and
squatted directly over my mouth. As my tongue licked at his dripping ass
lips, he moaned, "Eat that ass, Mike! Go after those babies!"
We pleasured each other for several minutes before he turned again
and raised my legs and rested them on his shoulders. Face to face now, he
leaned in and kissed me. His hard dick pressed hotly against my asshole,
begging to be let in. I relaxed and pulled on his ass cheeks, welcoming
him. His previous load in the shower lubed his way deeper and deeper into
me. Once more, he kissed me tenderly as his pubes brushed against my
tender hole. His big dick jerked inside me as he set up slow stroking
action in and out of my ass.
I haven't been fucked by very many men. Most of them want my big
dick buried in their ass, so my butt gets groped, fingered, and eaten out,
but seldom fucked. This was the first time I'd ever had a man make love to
me. I liked it! Clearly, Doug liked my ass, too. His slow strokes and
tender kisses had me so hard; and very hungry for his big dick and eventual
load.
My hands moved to his ass and held him against my ass cheeks. He
kissed me again as my right hand slid down his hard butt cheek and fingered
his wet, cum-leaking hole. My other hand moved to his right nipple and
pulled on it. He moaned with pleasure and backed up on to my index finger.
I was massaging his prostate, knowing full well that this manipulation
would make him cum soon.
Once more, he kissed me. His need to breed was controlling him
now. Doug's thrusts into my ass sped up; his kisses got more needy and
urgent as he rode my finger. "I can't hold back," he croaked. I felt his
dickhead swell and jerk. Warm sperm jetted into me, spraying deeply,
coating my ass tunnel with more of his creamy baby batter. His body
spasmed above me, jerking wildly as his climax crashed over him repeatedly.
More sperm pumped out of his dick into my eager ass. I couldn't get enough
of this guy and his fucking skills.
I held on to his ass cheeks again, tightly pressing him against me.
Again, he kissed me as his climax waned. "Fuckin' awesome!" Doug finally
breathed. "You're an amazing bottom, but I'll bet that monster dick of
yours changes a lot of minds who wanted to fuck your incredible ass." He
withdrew slowly from my ass and smiled down at me. "And now for dessert,"
he grinned as he pushed my knees back into my chest and started licking
around my asshole. Within seconds, his tongue was darting between my
stretched ass lips and was eating out my hole. I doubt that he got much of
his load, because he shot his cream so hard and deep into me. But, that
didn't deter his zeal for eating out my ass.
I suggested that I sit on his face to maybe have gravity move some
of his load down my love tunnel far enough that he could reach it with his
exploring tongue. Quickly, he jumped up on the bed, flipped on to his back
and I sat on his face. Leaning over and spreading my butt with both hands,
I engulfed his deflating dick and savored the taste of my ass and the last
dribbles of cum seeping from his dick. His tongue raced deeply into me.
His moans told me that he loved the taste of my asshole and his loads.
For another five minutes, I sat on his face and wiggled more sperm
into his mouth. My tongue was just as busy, eating part of my three loads
out of his ass. We were total pigs and loving every second of it. "You
ready to fuck and breed me again?" he asked. I slapped my hard dick
against his chest. "Yeah! I need another load from that black horse
dick."
I moved behind him and pulled his legs up, resting them on my
shoulders. Leaning in, I kissed him tenderly, sharing the taste of his ass
and my loads and tasting my ass and his loads. As we kissed, my hard dick
slipped into his well-lubed hole and sank easily all the way into him. He
sighed contentedly. "I love a good fuck from a big dick," he moaned.
"Remember that the whole point is loading my ass up with another big dose
of your baby gravy."
Smiling again, I leaned in and kissed him more urgently. He
figured out quickly that my need to breed was galloping toward another
massive load into him. His hands held my black, bubble butt and pressed me
hard into his upturned ass. "Pound that load into me!" he urged. I was
trying to go for a love-making session, but his amazing internal ass muscle
had a different idea. Within another minute, I was spray-coating his deep
love tunnel with another of my juicy loads.
There was no point in holding back. His ass was winning and I was
along for another delightful ride, deep inside his white ass. With a croak
of pleasure, I unleashed another series of warm jets of my baby-making
juices into his ass. Fucking in a well-loaded ass was the best possible
sex. It made me cum too quickly, but I'm sure I didn't care. I know Doug
didn't, either.
He sat on my face afterwards and sucked the last drips of my load
off my dick. Several minutes later, we lay next to each other, recovering.
"Best fuckin' sex I've had in a very long time," he smiled over at me. I
turned my head and nodded.
Were we going to get any sleep? Perhaps. But, I doubted it.
Doug's as over-sexed as I am.