His Primal Urge - Sex Stories

His Primal Urge

... feeling!" "Oh Fuck!" Gerald muttered as he felt himself twisted, rolled and pulled up onto his hands and knees - like the bitch he felt himself becoming. "Oh, yes-yes...yessssss," he panted, feeling lips brush onto his arse cheeks, kissing, licking, searching and finally finding the red-raw ring between his cheeks with a primitive sound of satisfaction. "Oh! Yes, my God, yesssssss...I mean, yes, you the daddy," he amended as a stinging rebuke cracked on his left buttock. "Don't you forget it," the man growled, turning the other cheek and splitting them both with a violent thrust. "Now lemme hear you lewd an' clear!" "FFFUUUUCCCKKKK!" Gerald yelled, arching his back in a futile attempt to prevent the b**st rampaging through his bowels. "Fuck me, you...!" "Fuckin' bitch!" The Man hissed, viciously twisting Gerald's head back and clamping his mouth with a huge hand. "When I say beg...you beg, got it?" Gerald looked back in terror and nodded, wincing in pain as the b**st fucked his arse furiously. "Please cum," he whimpered, laying his head on the grass in an attitude of total submission. The hand moved from his mouth and slapped onto his upraised buttock with a loud smack. "Louder!" "Please! Please cum!" The b**st raged on without missing a stroke as the hand beat down hard and fast. "Keep goin'!" "O God, cum! You the fucking daddy! Give it to me...Cummmm!" "That's right bitch...I'm the fuckin' daddy...fuckin' your arse...makin' you beg!" "Fuck it! Please cuuuuuummm!" "Ahhhh, ...

... yeaaaahhhh...you gonna get it in that fuckin' hole..." "No! Daddy, nooooo-Ohhhhhh..." "...all over your arse, too, bitch!" "...Ohhh, yesssss!" "And right in your dirty mouth!" "Yes, daddy! Shoot it all in my mouth!" "Feel those big balls...full o' spunk...all for you, bitch!" "Give it me...want you...so bad...taste you...ppplllllleeeeeeeeaaassssssssssseee!" Gerald clasped his hands together in an attitude of prayer, fervently willing his assailant to finish what he'd started. Usually he could judge the moment by tasting the increased flow of pre-cum on his tongue and, sometimes but not always, pulling back to take it over his face. Since this option was unavailable to him, he relied on listening to the man's breathing which deepened with every beat, becoming harsh and ragged, interspersed with curses and groans and a feral growling that suggested the b**st had truly taken him over. Having never experienced such a brute before he had no idea how much longer he had to endure. He wondered if this was not a man at all, but some demon possessing him. An unearthly clamour rose and fell behind him, crushing his faint plea for mercy. 'I'll never walk straight again!' was Gerald's last coherent thought as the b**st slammed into his overwrought flesh and swelled like thunder before the storm. A hand gripped the back of his neck, pushing his face into the grass. A grunting crescendo assailed his ears, warning him of the imminent explosion, but in no way preparing him for the torrent of ...