“Ok, white boy, do you want to try to get me wet by sucking on my cock first or do you want to take it up the ass dry right away?”“What the fu...k?” I repeated.“Ass or throat, bitch?” He growled, “which one do you want, or I should really say ‘need’ first?”“What are you nuts?” I was disoriented, but starting to snap out of it, and now that I was catching on to the basic situation, I would be lying if I didn’t admit I was intimidated and frightened. More, and a little oddly, now that I. He removed his penis from me and helped me to the floor, on my back facing him. He held my legs up and they rested on his shoulders. He inserted himself in me again and continued fucking me while stroking my penis. He started slowly but realizing I could take it, went faster and faster. He was fucking me and jerking me off at the same speed. After a few minutes, he moaned. "I'm getting close.. I'm getting close." Then with one last thrust, he erupted in me. I could feel the warmth inside. Now that he doesn’t work, he has completely taken over the housework and such, in addition to stud duties, which are not on a predictable schedule, after all. Can’t have him getting lazy, so I put him to work with chores and such.“Anyway, I really do love the guy. Honestly. I fuck him at least five or six times a week, usually more than that. I actually fuck him more now that he’s a slave, since I just can’t stand to see a nice, naked piece of man meat attached to a wonderful guy and not want. She grunted acknowledgement, but Scott was more interested in the game. Something had changed there as well. He squinted and looked at the teams closely. The players had odd-looking pads on the fronts of their uniforms. Almost as if... There was a close up of the Cowboy's quarterback. A woman built like a Mack truck."Scott?" He blinked at Peggy's voice. "As cute as your ass is, it makes a better door than a window. Move over so I can see the game!"Feeling a bit dizzy, Scott retreated from the.