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

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

... fuck myself up, so I pulled out and yanked Sam by the hair. “Suck my cock, bitch,” I told him. “Get it REAL wet for me.” As he started to move towards my cock, I suddenly had a better idea. “In fact, lay down on your back. I’m gonna fuck your face!” He lay down on his back, and I grabbed him by the hair again and dragged him so that his head was hanging off the bed. “Open that fuckin’ mouth,” I growled, getting off the bed and standing over Sam’s head. He opened his mouth and in no time, I shoved my dick in as far as I could, making him gag. He had never deep-throated me while we were in prison, so I figured now would be a good time to learn. “Come on, nigga. Swallow Daddy’s cock. Take EVERY FUCKIN’ INCH,” I said in my dangerous voice. “And you better not fuckin’ puke, bitch.” He started exclaiming, but I understood nothing through his mouthful of dick. I started moving my hips up and down, trying each time to sink myself deeper in his throat. He was gagging and spluttering even more now; my cock was so big and his mouth so small, and I was in deeper than when he gave me head. I could feel his throat protesting the thick slab of meat that was choking him. Of course I pulled out every now and then; I didn’t want to suffocate him. I could feel thick, sticky saliva coating my dick now as his gag reflexes kicked in. I just hoped I didn’t see any of his lunch on my dick, because then I’d have to fuck him up. Finally I managed to rest my ball sack right on his nose. All ten ...

... inches were buried in his mouth and he couldn’t breathe. I pulled myself out and he was gasping for air. Looking down, I saw only a thick layer of white slobber coating my cock, no food fortunately. “There we go,” I said. “Now it’s time to breed that sweet ass of yours.” Looking into his streaming eyes, I could see that he was thankful it was almost over. I lifted him up and threw his whole body back on the bed onto his back. I climbed up on my knees and lifted his legs so that they rested on my shoulders. Now I was ready to dish out my roughest pounding yet. “I hope you’re ready, bitch boy,” I said in my venomous guttural snarl. “I’m gonna fuck you so hard, you’ll feel it for weeks!” And with that, I viciously slammed all ten inches back into his hole. He gave a loud scream of pain; his asshole had puckered up while I was facefucking him, so now he was tight again. Didn’t matter. The tighter, the better. I took his feet off my shoulders and spread them apart, then leaned in and grabbed his arms. I dug deep inside myself for strength and rage, and then with all the force I could muster, I began fucking him. Hard, fast, and rough, just like I used to beat up my girl’s pussy. The bed was squeaking, our flesh was smacking, and he was yelling. I told him to talk dirty to me again, and he obeyed, even though I knew he was mostly in pain. But even so, I could look down and see his shriveled little dick trying to get hard; the submissive little fag boy liked it when I fucked him angrily ...