Phat ass brown boi x Hung white old man
Disclaimer:
All characters in this story are 18. I don't condone any racial hatred in any shape or form whatsoever. This is just fapfuel, nothing more.
As the slut lay bent over the opulent dining room table, his little bussy being pounded within an inch of its life, he wondered how he ended up here. The sloppy and loud squelching sounds of his Master's dick pumping in and out of him as fast as a train piston echoed from the high ceilings, and could surely be heard from every room in the mansion. The one who was getting his asshole wrecked couldn't believe how he was in this situation, in deep pain and pleasure all at once, and thought back to a few hours ago…
He had been approached while he was out and about that day, by an unusual strange man. This stranger wasn't his type– he was covered in shaggy hair and schlubby fat, and had a strange smell coming from him, as if he hadn't showered for a few weeks. The stench was ripe and almost distracting as he talked, and it didn't help that the man wore a robe in lieu of actual clothes. The stranger asked him if he was interested in a vacation. He said yes, he was.
"I can take you on the vacation of your life. On one condition," He laughed to himself, a hearty 'heh heh" rumbling from deep in his throat. "You just have to let me use you."
"Use me?" he blinked.
"As my toy." He explained. "My personal little fuck-slut. In return, you would have all the luxuries you could imagine– a mansion stay on an island paradise, being waited on, hand and foot by my staff, eating expensive meals and being treated like a king!... only except for when I treat you like my toy. I will widen your asshole with my cock, in the way only a white man of my size can..""
The boy was apprehensive, but not turned off of the offer. He knew that he was attractive– fat, meaty thighs and a delicious ass were two of his greatest attributes. He had gorgeous, deep brown skin and a good general disposition. It was about time he got hit on. But such a forward sexual offer caught him off guard. "What does that mean– you treating me like your bitch?"
The white man chortled. "Let me wreck your tight little asshole, of course. You look like you've never even had a pinky in that puckered hole of yours, I can just tell. I want to pound you forever, and destroy that ass, fill it with my potent white cum. Turn you from a man into my girl. Don't worry, I won't be cruel to you."
The boy was shocked to hear this being offered to him, and even more shocked that the stranger was right– his pert little asshole had never been touched. But that didn't make it acceptable. Why on Earth did this strange, hairy man in a robe think that he could go around saying these sorts of things to people? And yet, he was surprised to realize that he was actually considering it. If this stranger was telling the truth, then it was a very good deal. The benefits sounded nice, and he would enjoy some vacation time…
"How long?" He asked meekly.
"One month," The stranger licked his lips. "One month you'll get to spend in paradise, and one month I'll make you a slave to my meat. No contraception, no condoms– just that fresh little asshole being filled by my rod." A brief pause. He accepted.
From the moment they shook hands, there was no time to lose. The two went straight to the airport to board the stranger's private jet, not even bringing any luggage. On the way, the two discussed details.
The boy no longer had a name to be called by– the only words that denoted who he was were an onslaught of insults. "Slut", "Whore," "Pussy/Bussy", "Cocksleeve", "Sex Doll", "Bimbo", "Living Toy", "Fuckmeat", or even simply "Hole". The man who invited him onto the vacation would only be known as "The Benefactor"-- or by dominant titles, such as "Master", "Bull", or "Alpha Male".
Sitting in the stranger's– his new Master's– private jet, the future sex doll wasn't in a position to oppose any of the rules laid out. Any moment of any day, he would be fucked, whenever his bull pleased. His asshole would belong to him, and to only him, and by the time their vacation was over, it would become an exploded, prolapsed version of what it once was. The slut nodded, still meek, shrinking into his seat. It was probably good that he was already letting things slide– that meant he was already becoming more submissive.
In a matter of minutes, they landed. The mansion they would stay in was extravagant, a seaside vista with beautiful views, gorgeous architecture, and glorious amounts of space. The whore walked inside with awe, and the Bull smirked at his wonder. Out of all of this opulence, he wondered about one thing. When the whore asked his Master about his wardrobe choice, his master just laughed and said "You'll see."
With that, he shrugged his robe off and it flopped to the ground. The whore's eyes widened at the sight of the fattest cock he had ever seen, so large that it hit the ground with a thud when it was revealed. It was wrapped in folded layers of disgusting, fleshy foreskin. and now that there was no fabric barrier separating it from open air, he could confidently say that it was also the smelliest cock he had ever seen. It was caked with smegma under the hood, spilling out from the skin like cottage cheese. How could the slut be expected to take such a cock? Surely his little hole would be blown out if he accepted this…
"I can't wear regular clothes because of how enormous my cock is. And now, you'll get to experience it first hand. Bend over, my pretty brown fuckmeat." The Benefactor grinned, a tongue sliding across his lips while he stroked himself. Slowly but surely, he became more erect until a cock the size of his entire body was held out in front of him. There was so much smegma under his hood, some spilled out onto the floor. It was clearly unwashed, his ballsack was hairy, and it just looked rancid. "Be honored. It's your first time you'll have the privilege of being my little fuck sleeve, and having my superior virility pound you"
Shyly, the whore dropped his pants bent over after considering his options. He hopped up on the dining table and laid back so he could look at his Master while fucking. How bad could it really be? If he was being truly honest with himself, part of him was trembling with thrilled anticipation.
And that left him here, doing anal for the first time, his Master stretching out his fuck tunnel mercilessly. "Your ass looks so fucking good from back here," The Benefactor cackled, his tip already moving past his rim, the entrance widening to make way for the dick. Smelly dick cheese was already beginning to pile into the hole, only being pushed deeper by the hood. "Don't worry. I'll teach you how to handle my trunk. It's easy– all you have to do is relax, and take what I give you."
The whore gulped and nodded. That sounded easy enough– to just loosen his hole and submit.
"Now, spread wider for me, baby." The Benefactor didn't wait for his toy to shuffle his legs– he used his thumbs to part his massive brown cheeks and get a good look at his hole. It was pink and perfect, a bussy pulsing in heat and excitement. His future female was happy to be treated like this, to be owned, he just knew it. He stared at it hungrily, just imagining all the many amazing ways he was going to destroy it. Every possible idea of how he could ruin this untouched little pucker– he would do it at least ten times over.
There was no time for prep or lube– the male simply unceremoniously lined up his tip with the bimbo's little entrance, snapped his hips forward and penetrated him up to the hilt. His unnaturally large hog was housed so tightly, so snugly in the bimbo's virgin hole. He moaned in delight at the feeling of the unused passageway, knowing that he was breaking in a brand new toy for himself to use as much as he pleased. The stench of his musk exploded in intensity.
Instantly, the whore threw his head back screaming, tears streaming down his face while the joy of being stretched for the first time ripped through him. It felt like an unreal kind of pleasure that he had never experienced, both physical and emotional– of being fucked so mercilessly, and being used. The slut did admit that it did feel euphoric, this complete submission to this grotesque, smelly man was invigorating.
"Oh–!" The whore sighed as he got used to being filled up. "I can't believe– how far you're stretching me out! Feels– so good!"
The Bull let out a heaving breath and began to move, pounding away, focusing on giving the whore the pleasure he craved. He manhandled the slut's brown butt as he thrusted, the colossal mass shaking like oversized water balloons. The male loved a fat ass, and this was the fattest ass he had ever seen. "Fucking huge… is an ass this massive even natural?"
The living toy was too busy getting his pussy blown out to answer. The pure ravaging of the Bull's cock to his asshole made so many lewd sounds, the squelching of smegma and pre and slick all culminating into a cacophony of loud squishes. His tongue hung out of his mouth as he
got fucked, the tip of his Master's white penis slamming into his prostate over and over. He loved this, he realized, he loved being debased and fucked and used like a thing rather than a living man! The male was the perfect candidate to belittle him, someone with no limits on how hard he fuckd, but was tuned into what made him feel good.
His bussy was being ravaged in a way he never imagined. The fat handfuls of ass between The Benefactor's fingers stung from how hard they were gripped, and he could feel himself jiggling and bouncing with every movement. The relentless ramming deep inside of him grew louder.
Skin on brown skin was all that filled his ears, and the only feeling he could focus on was the shape of his asshole changing. It was terribly exciting in a shamefully deep way, his face turning a deep red and a loud "ah-ah-ah-ah" moan punctuating each thrust.
Sooner than he ever expected, the sex doll of a man came, impotent spurts of white seed shooting from his tiny brown noodle dick as The Benefactor continued to ram him. There was no pause from the loud clapping of his ballsack onto his toy's fat ass as he came– it was constant, hammering out his orgasm for as long as it could last. It was an incredible orgasm, unlike any he had ever had before. Fatigue washed over him, and yet his Master did not stop.
"Ah–! Master–" He moaned, each pound knocking the breath out of him. At this point, he was so exhausted, he was laying facedown on the table. "Master, I came– Master–!"
"You came, but I didn't." The pale-skinned man growled, never breaking his stride in his little slut's asshole punishing. He was exerting true manliness.
"I'm the one who decides when we finish. Not until I cum one hundred times, two hundred times, or maybe even four hundred times– only then will your hole gape in the way I need it to. I'm going to treat you right, and not give you any less than you deserve."
The slut, in his post-orgasmic glow, couldn't believe what he heard. Did his Master really say that? Was he serious? "F-four hundred?" He gasped for air, his asshole somehow becoming even tighter after his orgasm. "Did– did you say you want to come four hundred times?"
"A day. With a hyper-cock comes a hyper-libido." The old man guffawed wickedly, continuing to bang his property like a screen door in a hurricane. "These fat nuts that are pounding against your even fatter cheeks need to be drained many, many times a day, whore. And I'm going to drain them in that perfect boy pussy of yours. Don't worry. You'll love it."
The pure overstimulation that the bimbo felt made his mind completely blank, the only words that existed in his vocabulary were "fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, give me your cum". Soon, his wish was granted. Hot, thick jizz burst from The Benefactor's tip and overflooded his little cocksleeve's hole, the power and force of a hose being unleashed upon the man's tender enlarged prostate. The fluid was thick and came in such large quantities that the cocksleeve's mind could only imagine how potent his cum was, how if he were a girl, he would be impregnated immediately.
The stench infected the slut's senses within moments. The musk was strong enough before– his Master produced an excessive amount of precum and dick cheese– but the cum itself was randic and thick and stuck to the inside of his thighs in thick globs. Fat drops of viscous goo fell
from between his cheeks and onto the floor. The bimbo legs were shaking, almost unable to support his fucked-out body.
"That was a nice first part of our warm-up." The male purred, his hypercock somehow still engorged to its maximum.
"W-warm up?" He stammered, still not comprehending through his overstimulated haze. "My sweet whore, you're going to be a little cocksleeve that I get to use all day and all night.
Every single day of this month will be spent sucking and fucking. I'll teach you how to become a
sissy little manwhore, and this hole of yours…" The Bull teased his rim once more, his chafed and damaged fuck-tunnel friction-burned from the feeling of hanging forskin being rubbed forcefully inside it. The bimbo winced as he was pushed to his limits once more. "This hole is going to transform from a tight, skinny, narrow little asshole to my own personal cumdump.
You're going to love the feeling of becoming a girl, and your asshole will develop into an exploded-out pussy that becomes wet and craves my rod. I promise."
The slut couldn't deny his master. He could only submit shakily, realizing he was at the beginning of his transformation from a regular dude to a fat-ass with an overused hole. Covered in strings of cum and his skin beginning to stink of sweat, sex, and his Master's scent, he nodded breathlessly, and then winced once more when the Bull slammed his stinky rod inside of him, up to the hilt.
—
The beach was beautiful, sunshine and blue waves as far as the eye could see. Not as if the slut was paying any attention to it– he was too busy getting railed, again, by his Master, the smell of musk and pungent unwashed body odor penetrating the smell of salt of the sea.
It was the day after the living sex toy had his asshole smashed for the first time, and the second time, and the third time… and many, many, many more times after that. The bimbo slut had hoped that his Bull of a Master would have a longer recovery time– that after his first, or maybe his second jizz load, he would be too tired to bang him any more and go do something else. But that was not the case. He lost count after 82 times his Master came, blowing the juiciest and thickest loads that he had ever seen in his life. It was as if he was firing white paint from a cannon. When he went to sleep that night, all he could think about was his bull's jizz spurting deep into his boiwomb, how he cooed praise in his ear when he came, and how the thick stench of his body odor penetrated his nostrils. During his fantasizing, The Benefactor burst open the double doors of his room and made his dream reality once more, pounding him with a masculine and intense energy that could only be given by a white man
That night, when he tried to sleep, he couldn't rest on his back. Any pressure on his worn-out asshole resulted in awful pain. And in the middle of the night, when he was trying to sleep, The Benefactor burst into his room and demanded that his cock be sucked– after he had throated him as hard as he possibly could, the slut was then subjected to four grueling hours of his busy being blown out even further. His asshole was beginning to go through its changes– the whore could now easily slip two fingers inside with very little friction. The texture was turning different
as well- his walls weren't as smooth, and they were turning a little more puffy and wet from such frequent use.
It seemed as if his transformation had already started.
They were currently on their 15th round of the day, still warming up. The fuckslut had already cum 22 times. He was laid out in the missionary position, his dick and balls bouncing in tandem with each thrust from his Master. The wet slapping sounds being made were obscene, the humongous ass of the brown whore being mauled with an intense ferocity.
For a change of pace, his Master had pulled out of his hole in order to cum. He had already busted a load about 12 times inside of his bussy, and he wanted to paint him with his nut from head to toe. A wave of goo shot across the slut's face, and he opened his mouth in shock. A large dollop fell onto his tongue, and he instinctively swallowed.
This was the first time the toy had actually tasted his cum. It was like a liquid consolidation of his Master's scent, so powerful and wonderful that it overloaded any conscious thought that he could have. Salty, dirty, smelly– it tasted amazing, and put him on the doorstep to heaven. He was hypnotized by it. The white virility overloading his senses. He knew for a fact that no one could give him loads like this– his Master was at the top of the food chain when it came to his seed. "
"M-more…" The slave stammered, his eyes going fuzzy and his mind going blank. The cum was getting into his eyes, his nose, his mouth. The taste of it was everywhere.
"Hm?" The alpha male taunted playfully. "I can't hear you."
"M-more… Please, Master, keep using my body… this fat ass is all yours… I need it… please, I need you…I need your cum…"
"Oh, you like the taste of my jizz, huh?"
"More, more!" He wailed. "I need that cum, I need it so bad! It just tastes so good, it tastes just like you–"
"Of course, my gorgeous brown bimbo. I'll give you anything you want. Do you want more cum? I'll give it to you.."
"Yes, yes, yes–! I'm just your fuckmeat, a cocksleeve whore for you to use!" The cum on his face was being greedily licked off of his own face, swallowing it in large gulps as if it were musky ambrosia.
"You can have it– nut first," The fat, hairy man stroked his dick, a plume of musk rising with every movement. "But first, I need to see how your asshole is changing from being constantly subjected to my white fuckmeat."
He crouched down to look at it at eye level, and saw a lovely sight looking back at him. The hole was no longer completely closed as it was yesterday– it was beginning to widen, even without the white male needing to coax it open with his manhood. The rim of his entrance was starting to grow a little inflamed, slightly puffy and soft. One day, they would look like real pussy lips. It was a far cry away from where it needed to be, but a start like this wasn't bad.
"Oh, my." The white male purred. "We're only on day two, and your little hole is truly changing." "R-really?" The bimbo asked meekly.
"I'm so proud of you, accepting all of my smegma-addled cock the way you do." The Benefactor chuckled. "It's getting more open and accepting– but it isn't quite loose. You still have a long way to go before your boyhole is ruined. Open your legs, my little slut. Time to blow it out even more."
"Yes!" The brown fucksleeve did so without hesitation, eager for more progress towards an entirely transformed orifice.
—
It had been weeks since the slut had first arrived on the island, and he was well-trained in his daily activities. Wake up, fuck, eat breakfast, fuck some more, fuck fuck fuck until the evning came when they ate dinner and then fucked some more. It was a more than pleasurable arrangement, now that he had gotten used to the feeling of being filled to the brim. It was rare when his loose hole wasn't leaking with smelly seed, or when his ass wasn't being spanked. Sometimes, he would be woken up by his Master's smelly hog being draped across his face, and his thick bimbo lips would be instantly primed to suck and throat it until he had a protein load for breakfast… This masculine stench being the first thing to wake him up in the morning. He would be pumped by at least three potent loads before they got out of bed.
His hole was evolving even more as the days went on, a never-touched little passageway was at its later stages of being gaped and opened wide. The inside was widening so much that the slut could feel its differences when he walked around. The pinkness of the hole was beginning to turn a darker shade due to such frequent use. Any time that the slut even smelled The Benefactor's fat fuckmeat, he had the urge to lay down on the nearest surface and spread his massive cheeks. It was a Pavlovian response that on the rare occasion he wasn't being pounded, he would prepare himself to have his Bull's mighty cock completely wreck him. The musk hung heavy everywhere in the mansion due to their constant banging, so at any given moment, his libido would shoot sky high and he would spread his asscheeks, his now obliterated and opened up hole wetting itself, preparing to be fucked like the pussy it was.
"Yes! Yes, Master, pound that bussy!" The whore shouted as loud as he could while his alpha male did just that. He had his legs wrapped around his Master's wide waist, his dick pounding into him at an angle, hitting unique sweet spots he had never felt before so deeply.
"Look at that pretty asshole," Master marveled at the sight of his slave's hole stretching perfectly around his girth, the rim inflamed and puffy. "To think that you had never taken a cock before mine in your life. You look so sloppy like this, all fucked out and ruined by my gargantuan dick and my hot loads."
"Yes, yes!" He cried to the beautiful white bull. "Stretch my hole even more, make it gape and widen until only your cock can fit inside! Make it a mold of your dick!"
"Look at you. It seems you've learned how to be subservient." His Master watched him bear the brunt of his crazy pounding, his animalistic grunts increasing in volume and intensity as he ramped up the speed. The sound of slapping was like applause by a crowd of people with oiled hands, and pre-cum squirted off the sides of the fucksleeve's deliciously juicy ass with every pound.
"I'm such a sissy," He moaned, his cavernous orifice growing with the all-too-familiar feeling of an impending orgasm. "I'm your sissy slut cocksleeve, an Arab bimbo whose only purpose is to be slammed by your white sausage!"
The bimbo's orgasm milked his Master, the pulsating and quaking internal walls excreting every last drop of cum from his pendulous nuts. The male continued to thrust and pound viciously as his seed spurted out of his cockhead, holding his slut up to the base for the remaining ten seconds of his extended cumming. The slut's own small load was pitiful, a mere few drops in comparison to his Master's bucketloads of semen. It seemed like it wouldn't stop coming, the smell growing thicker and thicker in the air and in his mind.
When it was finally over, and his stinky cock was beginning to collect its own excreted cum under his foreskin, he pulled out of the loose bussy.
The smelly jizz, as per usual, gushed out of his slut in waves. His belly was swollen with the remainder he held inside of him, tender and sensitive and helping him come down from the high of his previous orgasm and begin riding the wave to the hext. He could feel his hole pulsating with need, still detecting that the thick musk in the air was a symbol that his Master was horny. It no longer stretched him too much when The Benefactor put himself inside– now it fit snugly, like a passage molded in his dick's specific shape and size. The rim was swollen and more tender, and they swallowed up the Master's white hog with very little resistance or complaint. It was a bussy that had clearly seen lots of use, and the inside only grew more sensitive as it continued to be used. The brown whore threw his head back with a moan and a smile, loving how thoroughly his sweet master was pounding his cock into his fucksleeve.
The bull noticed the change. He was keeping tabs on the transformation, taking note of how it began gaping wider and becoming slicker. He kissed his toy tenderly, sweetly. "This asshole," He said with wonder in his voice. "Is starting to look even more perfect. And you've stayed slick and lubed up for me this whole time… I didn't even use lube."
"You're in heat," The bimbo whined. "I know you are. So my manhole opens up to you, makes itself all lubed up, so it can accept you."
"My considerate toy." The alpha male stroked his face sweetly. "You've been working so hard for me, taking this dick day and night. I'm so glad I've been treating you so well."
"Yes, Master!" The whore breathed in bliss. "You have. You have treated me so well."
—
A month had passed. A month of assfucking, raw-dogging, spanking, banging, deep-throating, cum-drinking, and general servitude. And the results that the slut had to show for it were incredible.
It was after their 198th fuck of the day that the whore's master finally, for the first time in hours, pulled his dick out of his living cocksleeve. The sound of his cock leaving his engorged hole was similar to pulling the plug of a drain, a wet pop– only in this case, liquid poured out of the hole by the bucketful rather than being swallowed up by it. He hand blown dozens of consecutive loads into his cumdump and now finally allowed them to empty. The slut's tired hole expelled gallons of seed, deflating in size like a balloon being released. Once again, the familiar feeling of being filled up with virile white man seed overtook him. He let out a thick moan of pleasure and wiggled his pert cheeks teasingly to coax the last few drops out, and they fell like water from an open faucet.
"We're done." The male grunted. "That's it."
"What? We're just getting started!" The toy whined. "I haven't even cum in the triple digits yet!"
"It's the end of the month." He said. "It's reached the end of our deal, and I am a man of my word. Time for me to fly you home, and for our vacation to end."
The bimbo was shocked– had it really come so soon? He wanted to argue with his Master, to protest, to beg him to stay for longer– but he knew that was against the rules. He had to be subservient. Instead of getting on his knees and begging to be made his whore one more time, they boarded the private jet and took off for home.
The jet made quick work of their trip, landing back on the mainland in no time. It was far too fast, the slut thought. They barely even had any time to fuck on the plane. When they landed, something seemed to click in the slut's mind. "I need to… check something." Before he could elaborate, he scuttled off to the bathroom.
In the airport bathroom mirror, the slut looked at his naked rear, panties around his ankles. Blinking in disbelief, he stared at his asshole.
"Holy shit." He whispered.
After such a life-changing vacation, his hole was left totally wrecked. Where there once was a puckered and pert little asshole that hadn't even had so much as a finger in it, there was now a
gaping cave on his backside, between those jiggly cheeks. It yawned open like a cavern's mouth, so wide that from the right angle, one could see inside the passageway. It was so thoroughly used, like a glory hole in a public bathroom that was never left empty. The
blasted-out hole was so clearly and thoroughly worn out, that the bimbo couldn't believe there was a time where it had been virginal and untouched. His benefactor's cock had stretched it out so vigorously with his daily poundings that it now permanently held the shape of his fat, uncut dick. The slut couldn't believe that it only took a month to completely, permanently alter the geometry of his own body. He would never be the same after the Master was done with him.
All the times that his pussy was filled with his Master's smelly white-yellow cum, all those times that he had slammed him within an inch of his life, all those times he had been pounded multiple times a day by that stud bull… it culminated into this. Into a completely worn out asshole, exploded from thousands of hours of use. It no longer functioned as an asshole– it was truly a bussy, a passageway that was inside of him for the sole purpose of being the fuck-tunnel of his Bull Master. It had transformed into a real pussy, cavernous and wide and self-lubricating, the rim so puffy and blasted out that they looked like puckered lips of a real pussy.
He had been so powerfully fucked out and he had evolved to his final form. Even just imagining his Benefactor's cock caused it to grow wet and sloppy with need– from the bathroom, the familiar stench of his owner's musk hung onto his clothes and permanently marked the inside of his body, making him riled up and ready to accept a powerful white sausage. It had to be filled- that was its purpose. The obedient brown slut followed the rank scent back outside, to where his Master stood.
"Are you ready to go?" The Benefactor asked him kindly.
He completely ignored what his Bull had asked. "My hole," The sissy slut threw his arms around his shoulders. "Is completely obliterated. You broke me in like the fuck toy I am."
The alpha male's eyes lit up with delight. What shone in them was pride, pure joy at his own accomplishment and completed goal– and of course, lust. His wide hands snaked around his doll's hips, and he planted his pale lips onto his bimbo's swollen ones. They kissed deeply and obscenely, giving passerby the impression that they were a couple in love. How little they knew, that one was the Master, and one was a slave pig. His alpha male gripped his fat ass tightly, savoring the softness of his flesh, tempted to finger his newly-gaped orifice right there and then.
"My little sissy slut." He said, low, voice full of gravel. That face that the bimbo first thought was so disgusting, all pale-skinned and fat and hairy, was now amazing to him. The thick, putrid musk that previously clogged his pores and invaded his senses was now a sacred perfume. "You used to be a random nobody– a man who had never had a dick as perfect as mine up his as. But now you've transformed into the perfect cumdump girl I knew you would be."
"I know. I love it. I always loved the idea– and now I've become it. The perfect sleeve, fully broken in and owned by you. You're such a good Master."
"God, I wish you could stay. I have so many more loads left to blow all over those perfect cheeks." He made out with his toy loudly, spit trailing down his chin and lewd, high moans being drawn out of his girl.
"I promise I'll be back," He whispered between sloppy kisses. "I'll be back, and you can make me a slave to your musky, white, uncut manhood over and over again."
With a thick, vicious suck of his little brown bimbo whore's tongue, the Bull laid a final smack onto his thick thighs. The stench of his musk grew more powerful, signaling to his little fucksleeve that he was horny. "I know you will. That loose hole belongs to me, your alpha male. This won't be the last time that my massive meat will blow it out, you sissy. Our vacation will never end."
"No," His female giggled, sucking his tongue in return, between the words. His smelly spit tasted divine. "This is only the beginning of our vacation."
"Now, what do you say we have one last round in that bathroom, and I send you back home with a fresh load of my shameless seed in your pussy?"
His slut, his fuck toy, his personal living cocksleeve already had a hand down his robe. His blown-out, exploded asshole was already growing slick with anticipation, pulsing and ready to be penetrated by white meat. "No time for the bathroom. Give it to me now."