Time for a hate fuck.

You climb onto Darryl's bed on all fours, presenting your rear to him. When he hasn't joined you after a few seconds, you turn your head back to see him still standing where he was before. "Well? Coming?" Darryl glowers at you, sighs, then approaches with the condom in hand. He doesn't get on his knees behind you, however. Instead, he stands next to your head.

"I'm going to need some help here after all that." It's true. The limp dick he has now isn't going to do the job. Still... "Really, you can't get it up after all? Fucking useless!" "Let me rephrase that. If you still want my help with all of this, then I'll need some help here. Otherwise, you can fuck right off and see how you're going to convince Mandy to do what you won't." Ugh.

You kneel on the bed in a slightly more confident position, then grab hold of Darryl's flaccid cock. For all your experience, this is not something you're very well versed at. Usually these things were already pretty hard by the time you got your clothes off. After some fondling, it has hardly grown at all. You give him another angry look, just to drive the point home, then lean in and take it into your mouth. As you suck on it and massage it with your tongue, it finally starts responding to you. In short order, he's as hard as he needs to be. You stop, then return to your original position. "Done," you say, "Now get this over with, please."

Darryl unwraps the condom and puts it on, then gets on the bed behind you. Despite still being slightly wet from before, it's hardly comfortable when he shoves it in. You probably wouldn't have gotten much out of it even if he was some sort of sex god the way you are feeling now anyway, so you don't really care. If it's uncomfortable for Darryl as well, he shows no signs of it. He immediately starts thrusting as hard and fast as he can. Whether it's because he knows it hurts you or because it will get him off the quickest doesn't really matter. Maybe it's both.

All in all, it's a rather uninspiring fuck. Made even less so by the fact the idiot keeps slipping out, having to reinsert every once in a while. At least your body is responding by providing a little more lubrication. Still, with the erratic and frequently interrupted thrusts, not even the mere thought of an orgasm can find purchase in your mind. You resign yourself to just wait it out.

And wait you shall, because with the combination of his earlier orgasms and less than ideal mental state, Darryl has actually managed to find some stamina. If only he could do the same when he was actually making an effort... You suffer thrust after painful thrust, until finally Darryl speaks out. "Cindy, I'm about to cum!" "Good. I was starting to think you couldn't manage it or something." In response, Darryl slams in as deep as he can go, sending a flash of pain radiating out from your battered pussy. "Don't worry about that. I should mention something else, though..."

Darryl brings a hand around by your head. In it, you see a crumpled up, empty condom. Oh, fuck! You try to pull away, but Darryl was ready for it and holds you by your hips. Unbalanced, you collapse onto the bed, and Darryl follows you down, landing hard on your back. He resumes fucking you with what you now realize is his very much unprotected cock! You try to wriggle out from under him, but it's too late. Darryl clearly wasn't lying when he said he was close. You freeze up as you feel him spasming against you, realizing it can only mean one thing.

"I'll fucking teach you something about exploitation!" Master says, as He grants you His seed. You can't do much like this, pinned underneath Him, but you still try to grind your hips against His as much as you can, to make sure He enjoys it as much as possible! Master grunts in your ear as He continues to fill you, and when it's over He rests His full weight on you. "Now," Master says between heavy breaths, "Let's see how this whole **** thing works..."