The Final Night

You make a clicking sound from the railing to get Bob's attention, much like you would do with a horse. You nod to his room and he grudgingly makes his way up.

"On your knees" You command.

"What? In here? But we just cleaned...."

"I said on your knees!" You shout.

He jumps with fear, getting down on his knees and starting his real workout for the day. The blowjob can't compare with the pleasure you felt the other day, but you know that it is necessary for tonight. As much as you would like to go in dry, part of you still clings onto the hope that Bob will let you fuck him in the future.

You're hard in no time, and you begin to piston your hips, fucking the slut's throat. He doesn't really do much, but that suits you just fine, allowing you to go at your preferred pace. You pull yourself out of his mouth from time to time to check on his progress, slapping his blushing cheeks with your manhood. When you finally see enough spit to drown a spider running down your cock, you push him onto his back.

Hiking his dress up, you pull down his panties and smile at the smootheness that greets you. You squeeze his cage as you begin to mock him:

"Do you know what puberty is? Puberty is when boys grow into men and they get these hairs down there called pubes. Now you know girls also get them, but because they're all such horny sluts, they shave everything off so that more men will fuck them. Remind you of anyone, Brittany?"

Oddly, enough, you think you can see his dicklet start to grow a little. Is he really enjoying this?

You line up with your wet cock, and push in much faster this time, though you still make sure to give him some time to adjust, if only because you don't want to hear that dreadful screeching again. His ass is wonderful! Everything is so much more clear - you can feel every muscle, every contour of his ass as it adapts to your seven inch monster. You had no idea condoms take so much pleasure away, and make a promise to yourself to never use one again.

A few seconds later, you're all the way in, but it hasn't been easy. Poor Bob is so tight you feel like a screwdriver drilling him open. He's so tense that all his muscles are flexing, trying their best to keep you out. Ironically, they only make you more determined to get in.

"So, feeling better the second time around, Britanny?"

"Oh yeah, you feel so good, daddy."

"Hmm, you don't seem to be very enthusiastic. I guess I must be going to easy on your slutty ass."

"NO!" He shouts, but there's nothing he can do as you speed up. Actually, you wish there was something of his you could slap. Why'd I choose missionary?

You pump his tight ass in and out, as fast as you can. He moans in pain, but it only encourages you. Faster and faster you go, lost in your primal rut as you bang the hole before you. Soon tears are flowing from his face, all the makeup coming off, making him look like a humiliating clown. It turns you on so much you think you're going to cum.

"Tell daddy you want his cum!"

"Oh yeah sniff daddy! Give me your cum!"

You groan as you shoot your entire load up his ass, blessing him with your seed of life. With heavy breathing, you pull out of his anus and turn your attention to him, getting a good look at your work. Actually - you want more pictures.

"Don't move," you fish out your phone and take some HD pics, making sure to get the creampie and Bob's face in one shot. He tries to cover himself, but a stern glance from you and he pulls back the dress.

"I wonder if I should send some to Angelina?"

"NO!" he jumps off the bed and kisses your feet, making sure to get each toe as you just laugh and snap up more pics. "Please? I'll do anything! You know I will!"

You smile and pet his head, telling him not to worry. Exhausted from the huge workout you've had today, you shut off the lights and fall asleep together.