Used by a married male

The profile was discreet. No face. Just a male torso, with hair, clean skin, no tattoos, and a brief phrase:

“Married. Straight. Looking for something one-off. I don't want complications.”
The chubby big-titted one answered first. His name was Dani. 43 years old. Soft belly, nice tits, big ass. He had posted photos where he was seen kneeling, tongue out, looking at the camera with that whore face that males like him knew how to recognize.
But it wasn't Dani who insisted.
It was him.

Two days later the 48-year-old male wrote to him:
“I want to use that fat whore mouth and that faggot ass tonight.”
Dani answered quickly, excited. The other did not respond to the enthusiasm. He just sent the address of a hotel, room 214, and a time.
“Arrive on time and clean.”

When Dani knocked on the door, the man was already inside. White shirt with rolled-up sleeves, dark trousers, leather shoes. Male body hidden under an executive facade, of natural athleticism, with no other vanity than that of being a male and being able to be one. Face of a married man who doesn't smile much. Cold, intense gaze, dark body hair with some gray hairs that ruined the aesthetic perfection, but made him more real.
“Come in and take off your clothes,” he ordered without greeting. “Leave the door unlatched. If someone comes in, let them see what you are.” Obviously, no one would come in. The phrase was said only to intensify the humiliation.
Dani obeyed. He undressed clumsily, excited. His tits rose proudly, provoking the male; his cock, already with threads of excitement, deliberately hid between his thick thighs. The man looked him up and down like one looks at a cheap object.

“Pathetic. A whore with tits. Kneel.”
Dani fell to his knees. The male came closer, unzipped his fly calmly, and took out a thick, semi-erect, rude cock, a real man's cock. He let it hang in front of the submissive's face.

“Open it. And don't look me in the eye as if you were people.”
Dani opened his mouth. The man grabbed his head and shoved it in to the hilt in one thrust, without warning. The chubby guy's throat closed, thick drool spilled from the corners of his mouth. The male didn't move. He just stayed buried there, breathing slowly, while Dani choked and slobbered.
Then he began to fuck his mouth with a dry, studied, violent, deep rhythm. Each thrust made his throat sound. Every so often he gave him a sharp slap on the cheek.

“Swallow, faggot. That's how a whore's mouth is used.”

When he got tired of his face, he kicked him to the bathroom and made him get into the shower.

He spread his buttocks with his big hands and spat on his ass. A thick, heavy gob of spit landed right on the pink hole and slid between the folds. He shoved a couple of fingers in with the conscious violence of someone who wants to degrade through pain.

Then he made him turn around and lie on the floor face u...