Potency

The steel collar chafed on Carrie's neck, cutting into her if she moved too far the wrong direction. And with a foot long cock trying to find purchase into her sex, she really needed the room.

"C'mon heifer, stay still," Clovis ordered. His monster cock was pulsing. "I took a lot of Viagra to get to this point, but it just takes once..." He lined up shakily, and pushed the head into her. She grunted loudly.

"That's a good bitch. You're like an animal, you know," he said, already perspiring, his smell armpit perched right above Carrie's mouth. "You'll take my cum. I'll fucking milk you. If I want you to take my piss, you'll take my piss." She grunted again, as he pushed deeper inside her, far deeper than you. He was over nine inches in now, and he wasn't done. A drop of sweat from his pit slipped into her mouth, making her gag.

"That get you gagging? That ain't nothing, heifer," he said, and lowered his arm down, pushing his entire pit into her mouth. She gagged again, almost vomiting as he **** her to drink his foul juices, as his cock sawed in and out of her tight, swollen pussy. Then she went dumb and docile.

"That's it, bitch. Who is your Master?" She swallowed his foul sweat, but she saw ****.

"You are, Master."

"That's right, bitch." He took out his dentures, coughing up a loogie. "Open up."

Carrie reluctantly opened up her mouth, and he spit, theatrically into her open mouth. She looked at him, her big brown eyes leaking tears as she swallowed. Then he leaned down, forcing his tongue into her mouth, and fucking her hard now. And despite every inch of her wanting to resist him, she came.

"That's a real good heifer," he said, his motions growing more erratic, as he started to seed the bitch. She felt him cumming straight into her womb, and despite what she knew was happening in her womb, she rewarded Clovis with another orgasm.