The Master...and the friends

This story is mostly fiction, although there are parts that have happened, are happening...or may happen soon.

Despite depicting unprotected sex to add excitement, please be careful. Health is very important.

Thank you very much for your comments. This is my first story

Dedicated to my Master, who with great patience has shown me what I am.

I have you in front of me, completely naked, displaying that hairy and mature body that seems to beg to be used. You look at me, waiting submissively, while I relax in an armchair, marking the territory and dominance from the first moment. You don't need orders: your attitude says it all, you know that you have no other purpose here than to obey and be manhandled like a toy that's no longer even new.

—Do you really think you're worth anything more than to clean my cock with those two hairy holes? Come here, bend down, put your mouth to work, I want you to feel it inside while you suck it, without haste, without complaining.

My cock rests on your tongue, heavy with desire, and you notice how the heat of my body clings to you, how the smell of adult sweat invades you. Your throat fills with my rough flavor, and each time you pull away, I grab your hair and force you to swallow it as if you were nothing.

I finish using that mouth and without giving you a break, I put you on your knees on the floor. I approach your back, my hands crush your hairy ass, and I spit on you twice—you don't deserve lubricant, only just enough for me to enter easily.

The pressure of my body falls on your back, feeling how my weight practically crushes you against the carpet. I push my thick cock into your ass, slow at first, enjoying how the muscle surrenders, listening to your agitated breathing each time I thrust more. I fuck you calmly, like someone using an object of no value: it only serves as long as it entertains me.

When I come inside you, I leave you pregnant and don't even bother to clean myself. I simply get up and open a beer while you remain on all fours, open, semen dripping down your legs. I smile and dial a couple of friends on my phone, mature, fat, pot-bellied, who know this type of submissive like you.

—Bring your desire to fuck, I have something here that you can take turns with - I tell them.

When they arrive, they enter laughing, stay in their underwear, bellies out, and don't even look at you straight: they just grab you by the waist and start lining up. Each one takes turns putting their cock in you, slapping you, calling you a cocksucker and a gut-slut, pressing their weight on you. While one fucks your mouth, another your ass, another simply leans on you laughing at how easily you surrender, and they all repeat that you only exist for mature men like them to enjoy your holes. The smell of male sweat and recycled semen becomes unbearable, dense, animalistic.

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