Thirty-One Days A Bitch Chapter 2: The Masturbator - Sex Stories

Thirty-One Days A Bitch Chapter 2: The Masturbator

... left to do, and in his weariness and irksomeness, he makes up his mind and reaches a decision to masturbate inside here—a leisurely pursuit and pastime as he dubs it. Having unlocked and unfastened the zip of his fly, he tugs and draws his penis out, and out it stretches and unrolls, great and giant, extensive and immense in bigness and largeness. No! This is not the fruit and outcome of any surgery. He turns out to brag a huge dick naturally. How about playing some porn? Yes. This will aid him to masturbate well and successfully. He relishes the yielding and soothing screams whispered and soft-toned out by a woman during sex. This is sufficient and as much as is necessary to make his dick go up straightly upright. Shit! Young Preston is so large and massive. That is his name. Preston names his penis too without any speck of embarrassment and shamefacedness. For instance, in that very same meeting where he jacked off beneath the desk and almost got caught by the chairman, who was strong and an in-good-shape man too just like him, he went on to smile at him apologetically and openly confessed, “I was just monitoring on how Young Preston is doing down there. Hey dude, do you as well have a name for your dick?” While the porn video plays, Preston cuts and lets fall low its volume so that anyone standing or simply strolling out there will not overhear anything. The woman in the video has got giant, hulking breasts that are looking so arousing and kissable. Preston loves the ...

... manner and style that she caresses and has fun with them. If only Daisy can be able to do something like this. Daisy is his new bitch and wife at home. She looks great and irresistibly beautiful. But he hasn’t disclosed and coughed out all this to her. As much as he wants to fuck and spank her up in his bed, he wants to afflict and rack her first. Daisy is one such wealthy, spoiled girl who has got some bit of womanly satisfaction and pleasure in her. All this must be dealt away with. Only then will he charm and cheer and gratify her as she deserves to be tickled and humored. For now, he just wants to crucify and torment her snobbish and egoistical ways. He is the Man after all, isn’t he? Without taking the time or burdening herself to knock, Chloe Gonzales, his bitchy and barbed assistant, tosses open the door and swaggers and struts herself straight into his office, going on to shut the door behind her charily and discreetly. Outraged and wrathful, Preston leaps back in his present state of shock, but it is too late to feign or falsify anything. Chloe has seen and observed it all. He hurriedly stands up and drags his penis back into his trousers, then at last discontinues the playing porno video where this woman is all shrieking and squealing out in consummate pleasure. Chloe looks down at him with a bent, twisted smile. Her hair is all darkly red and far-reaching and extensive. She compassionately asks him, “Does your new bitch and wife make you die from lack of sex there at ...