No, He Pounds My Prostate Into Submission

The drunkard zips up his flies and prepares to stagger away but the bouncer has other ideas. He continues thrusting into me. In a display of stamina he doesn’t hold back from pounding my prostate in his post orgasm, still hard state. I can’t hold back the floodgates anymore and my dick goes from drip dripping to pulsing as I shake violently. A body encompassing prostate orgasm washes over me. “ARGGHHHHH!!!” I whorishly shout instantly causing the drunkard to turn and watch as the bouncers cock forces cum out of my dick whether I want it or not. My dick spirts out long strings of viscous cum down the green bin whilst my whole body continues shaking through that mind wiping pleasure. The bouncer doesn’t stop ploughing me throughout, relishing the spasming muscles of my asshole milking his cock dry till he's painted every last corner of my walls with his seed. Thoroughly breeding me.

The stranger witnesses this display of total domination with an aghast expression, reaching up to rub his eyes with the back of his hands almost like he wasn’t sure if he was seeing things. My arms and legs go limp, collapsing onto the bin. True bliss overwhelms my brain, my tongue is unconsciously lolled out in a proper ahegao expression. I should be furious at what the bouncer did to me but my mind has gone completely blank from the overwhelming sensations.

“Enjoy the show?” The bouncer grins at the stranger.

“I… uh… think I drank too much” he replies.

“Or just the right amount” intones the bouncer with a rumbling chuckle.

At that the bouncer withdraws his softening member from my clinging depths making a lewd schlick sound when the tip gets past my stretched ring. The bouncer grins wider at the sight of my well-gaped hole. “Oh that’s a keeper right there” he comments whilst pulling out his phone. Without his meat to keep me well plugged sticky cum oozes out my anus and down my thighs. Before I can react he snaps a couple pics “mmm those’ll come in handy later” he comments then does up his trousers and walks off.

“He’s all yours if he’ll let you have a go,” says the bouncer as he passes the drunk stranger and heads for the backdoor into the club. I just about make out that he enters 4735 on the keypad before entering. That could come in handy.