Franco's Prison Bitch (An Epilogue to "Jerry In Prison") - Sex Stories

Franco's Prison Bitch (An Epilogue to "Jerry In Prison")

... left it there for a few seconds. I removed my finger and moved my hand down to his ass, which was quivering. I spread apart his cheeks to get a good look at his pussy hole and then jammed my finger in. “ARGH!” he yelled as my finger split his anus. “Shut the fuck up, bitch boy,” I said coldly. I wiggled my finger around in his ass for about twenty seconds, and after a bunch of high-pitched squeals, I heard a sensual moan escape from his lips and his hole gripped my finger; I had hit his prostate, and knew that no matter what happened, if that part was hit, he’d feel an uncontrollable pleasure. I yanked my finger out and quickly put it by Sam’s mouth, demanding him to suck my finger. He did and I wiped it on his bedsheets. “Now keep playing with yourself,” I told him, sitting back down in the chair, just as the blunt was passed back to me. He obeyed, starting to finger himself much more easily now as my brother and I smoked. By the time that blunt was gone, Sam had managed to stick three of his small fingers up his ass. This wasn’t nearly enough room for my cock, but I was getting impatient. I was just ITCHING to beat that shit up. “Get some good shots, Mike?” I asked. “Damn straight,” my brother replied. “Now comes the best part.” “Hell yeah, nigga!” I said, pounding his fist with my own. I got up and walked over to where Sam was playing with himself. “Stand up and bend over the bed,” I said. He obeyed. “Say ‘Your bitch is in heat and wants to get fucked, Daddy.’” In a ...

... shameful voice he said, “Your bitch is in heat and wants to get fucked, Daddy.” “Well when a bitch is in heat, it’s GONNA get fucked!” I said, and with that, I pressed my 10-inch cock up against his asshole. “Just like we always do, baby,” I said, and began pushing forward. He had lubed his hole up pretty well, but he hadn’t been buttfucked in nearly two months. His three fingers were not as wide as my cock, so I was stretching him out, causing him to moan in pain. But my bitch LOVED it rough and painful. “Come on, bitch,” I grunted. “Open that hole for Daddy.” He tried his best to push his hole open a little more, but his face was scrunched in pain, which made him squeeze. Deciding I’d have to take his hole by force, I began shoving myself in further, and a little faster. He began moaning louder as I stretched him out inch by inch. It was some work to do for me; his hole was squeezing against my dick, and the pressure was making me sweat even more. But I didn’t care. I dribbled some of my own spit onto my dick and rubbed it until it was nice and wet. Then I slowly shoved the entire thing up his pussy. “There we go,” I panted, slapping his ass. Then Mike had his phone focused on Sam’s face. “How does Daddy’s dick feel, boy?” I barked. “It hurts!” he exclaimed. Uh-oh, he forgot something… I pulled myself almost all the way out, and then gave him a hard jab in the back of the head. He whimpered in pain and his hole squeezed tightly, and at that moment, I gave as hard a thrust as I ...