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

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

... could, driving myself in balls-deep. The smack of my hips against his cheeks split the air like a whip, and was instantly punctuated by his scream of agony. I grabbed him by the hair and pulled him up. “IT HURTS, SIR!” he corrected himself. “That’s right, bitch,” I growled angrily. “But you LIKE it when it hurts, don’t you? You LOVE it when Daddy fucks you hard and rough, don’t you?” “Yes, sir!” he gasped. “Tell it to the camera, bitch,” I demanded. Looking straight into the camera, he said “I love it when Daddy abuses my pussy. I love the way he fucks me rough. I love when Daddy hurts me.” “That’s FUCKIN’ right!” I said, accenting my profanity with another hard, deep thrust. “Now you moan like a good bitch, while Daddy beats your pussy up.” And with that, I finally began. I gripped his hips and started fucking him mercilessly, making sure each thrust made a loud smacking noise against his cheeks. He was half moaning, and half screaming as I tore him up, his head thrown back. “Talk to me, bitch!” I grunted. Then he started talking dirty. “Fuck me, Daddy! Fuck your little bitch boy! Fuck me hard! Fuckin’ hurt me, sir! My pussy is your property, sir!” I knew he wouldn’t say what he WANTED to say, for fear of me beating the fuck out of him. But he was obedient; I had taught him well in the joint. When Daddy wants his pussy, he gets it, whether the bitch likes it or not. After about five minutes of rough fucking, I pulled myself out. “Turn around and face me,” I ordered. He ...

... turned around, and I spit in his face a few times, gave him a few smacks, and for the hell of it, grabbed his head and rubbed his face in one of my sweaty armpits for about fifteen seconds. “Now get on the bed and lay on ya belly,” I panted. With a hoarse “Yes sir,” he obeyed. “Arch your back, bitch. Face down, ass up. You know how we do.” Arching his back, he stuck his ass in the air. I brought my hand back and gave each cheeks a few good hard smacks. “You ready for more, bitch?” I asked. “Yes, Daddy,” he whispered. With that, I climbed onto the bed and mounted him from behind. I spit on my dick to get it wet and slid it back into Sam’s loosened asshole. Then I reached down and grasped his shoulders, pinning them down hard. Balancing myself on my toes, I began fucking him again, putting as much force in my hips as I could. This time I was the one talking. “Come on, bitch! Take Daddy’s fuckin’ dick! You like that shit, don’t you, little bitch ass nigga! YOU’RE MY FUCKIN’ WHORE!” Between screams and moans, he was only able to yell “Yes, sir!” or “Thank you, Daddy!” while I plowed him. I could feel his hole burning against my monster of a cock. All the while, Mike was getting this brutality on video. After nearly ten minutes, I could hear Sam’s screaming subside slightly; it was slowly but surely turning into all moaning. He was starting to really enjoy Daddy dicking him down, just like I knew he eventually would… The friction was starting to get to me by now, and I didn’t want to ...