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King Vincent Parts 1 and 2
Date: 6/29/2024, Categories: True Story Anal Blowjob Domination/submission Drug, Gay Role-playing, Transvestite, Author: Katie_Johnny, Source: sexstories.com
... said, “I’m gonna keep it in you, but I need you to find your way to your knees.” I did what I was told. He moved with me, as I got on my hands and knees. He pulled his cock back to where it almost exited, then rammed it in as far as he could go. I was barely able to catch my breath, as he began rhythmically pouncing in and out of me for about 2 minutes solid. He pulled all the way out, and I heard him puffing on his vape pen, as I was face down, ass up. “Remain in that position,” he said, “present that pussy to daddy. Get it up higher, arch that back, roomie.” I did as I was told. I was swaying my ass back and forth, and I could feel my pussy hole winking at King. He complimented me for my ability to arch my back so well. I really appreciated his kind words. He tossed the vape down on the bed by my head, and told me I could hit if I wanted to. I didn’t want to hit it again, but I did want to sniff those poppers, and I did so, pulling two big sniffs into each nostril. As soon as I screwed the top on that bottle, I felt him grab my hips. Nothing turns me on more when I’m fucking than feeling a strong man grab my hips like I’m his bitch. I was holding my breath for as long as possible, and he was resting his cock between my ass cheeks, twitching it with his pelvic muscles, making it plop up and down as he did so. I could hold my breath no more, so I exhaled. As soon as I did, he plunged his cock inside of me as far as it could go, and held it there. I began ...
... spurting again from my clitty, and couldn’t see straight from the high I had achieved with the poppers. He began pulling his cock out slowly, all the way to where the tip was just barely inside of me, then thrusting it back in as far as it could go. Wash. Rinse. Repeat. I was moaning each time he would enter me again. As he intensified his thrusts, I intensified my moans. After three or four pumps, each one harder than the last, he rammed his cock into me really hard, and I yelped in pleasure. “Hey, don’t be getting so loud, bitch,” he said to me as he was balls deep inside of me, “I got neighbors, and don’t none of them know my business. Understand?” he said, as he pulled back and barreled into me again, causing me to yelp again. “Bitch, what did I say?” he whispered, angrily, “if you can’t control them noises then bite a fucking pillow or something, but don’t scream.” I told him, “Yes, King, anything you say, baby,” and grabbed a pillow to bury my face into if necessary, and he continued. He began grunting and whispering words to me with each thrust he made. His rhythm was one word per thrust, so it went something like this: “You” (thrust) “Gonna” (thrust) “Take” (thrust) “This” (thrust) “Dick” (thrust) “Like” (thrust) “The” (thrust) “Thirsty” (thrust) “Cumslut” (thrust) “You” (thrust) “Are” (thrust) It was very effective, I felt sensations from head to toe, and my entire body was tingling nonstop. As I found my footing, I began ...