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

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

... snapped, slapping his hands away. “Bitches don’t use no hands.” He put his hands behind his back and reached up with his mouth. It took him a minute to undo the button on my jeans with his teeth. Mike passed me the blunt, coughing, as Sam clenched his teeth around my zipper, pulling it down. I took a hit as he then bit down on the elastic of my underwear and pulled it down, revealing my semi-hard dick. I was seized by a brief fit of coughing, but quickly recovered; I was a champion weed-smoker and Mike had scored some dank shit. “Yeeeeaaaahhhhh,” I drawled. “Now get to work.” “Yes, sir,” Sam muttered. And he began to lick my cock up and down, trying to get it hard. My brother and I passed the blunt back and forth several times as my cock was licked. Technically, I was straight, not even bi, so I was thinking about lots of hot girls as the weed kicked in and my cock was played with. In about five minutes, I had a great buzz going and my ten inches of meat was standing straight up. “That’s a good little bitch,” I said, exhaling smoke as I looked down. “Now start sucking that mothafucka.” “Yes, sir,” he said. There was envy in his voice, probably because Mike and I were smoking a fat, tasty blunt of chronic, and there he was on his knees, having nothing to smoke but a big cigar of man beef. Even so, he started sucking. “Oh, fuck yeah,” I groaned as my cock slid into his mouth. “Yeah, suck that dick, bitch. Suck it like it’s ya last meal.” I was feeling great. The weed had me ...

... soaring, and Sam’s wet mouth on my cock was euphoric. I demanded him to suck harder and deeper. Eventually I had him pull my pants down around my ankles so that he could suck my balls. “Suck those fuckin’ babymakers, bitch boy,” I growled, my voice deepened from the weed. “Take ‘em right in ya mouth.” He obeyed, opening his mouth wide; he took one of my nuts into his mouth and sucked, working his tongue around it. I winced a little as he closed his mouth around my balls, but I found that it gave me a little pleasure. “Yeah, you been practicin’ huh?” I snickered. “I think you been cheatin’ on me, AND ya girl over here.” “No never, sir,” he said. Mike was recording the blowjob as we smoked. So I said “How does Daddy’s dick taste, bitch?” “Your dick tastes good, sir,” he said. “Look at the camera and say how Daddy’s dick tastes.” He looked into the camera and said “Daddy’s dick tastes great.” “Yeah, now suck the nut outta Daddy.” He lowered his head back down and started sucking again. After about fifteen minutes I felt my insides start to burn as I was getting ready to bust my nut. “Come on boy, suck harder!” I growled. “Please ya Daddy.” He sucked vigorously for another minute and I started moaning. My dick swelled up and I felt like I was about to explode. I stood up and held his head in place, and stoked my cock for a few seconds. I told him to open his mouth and I let out a deep, guttural roar as I pushed, and finally, several jets of hot sperm came shooting out into his mouth ...