THE DISTRICT-16 reDUNNdidit behavior
Written by: Eugene Marvin (aka) NPhillydogg@aol.com
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WEST PHILLY
21 yr old Elliott McConnell pulled up outside the address given to him by his [former] best friend's mom, after visiting and pretending to still be friends. It was a 3 story walkup, Raheim lived on the top floor. Elliott climbed the steps to his apartment, then took a deep breath before knocking...
Continued in THE HOOD-15
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MANAYUNK
With the media reporting on Philadelphia mayoral candidate David McConnell's son's sex tape [hounding his Condominium Apartment day and night, hoping to get a story], he had to find temporary residence elsewhere, leaving the only home he's known since divorcing his wife and leaving his family. And to add insult to injury, David's ex-wife [Christina] went on camera discussing the intimate details of their divorce, telling reporters that she was "shocked" when he came home one evening after 20 years of marriage to tell her he was GAY. When asked if David McConnell's sexuality had any bearing on Elliott `acting out' on video, Christina responded: "Elliott moved out to live with his father a few years ago, and I haven't had much contact with either of them sense! I wouldn't be surprised if Elliott wasn't DIRECTLY influenced by his father!" When asked what she meant by that statement, Christina McConnell went on to say: "David is a deviate! He left his family, --his CHILDREN at a young age to fornicate with MEN! I raised Elliott on my own! I didn't raise him to be no GAY!"
"She's going to be the DEATH of me!" yelled McConnell [slightly intoxicated], throwing a pillow at the TV screen. "I MIGHT have to drop out of the candidacy...!"
"She definitely has it OUT for you...!" agreed Brian Dunn [McConnell's advisor], picking up the pillow. "But there MAY be a way we can salvage this..." he added, watching McConnell pour himself a series of drinks.
McConnell looked up at Dunn as if he'd just fallen off his rocker...
"If you have a way to salvage all of this..., I'd LOVE to hear it!" he said, turning the glass up to his lips [feeling at the end of his rope].
"Well..." said Dunn, building suspense. "...we could SPIN this as the `bitter, jilted, demented ex-wife jealous that her successful ex-husband's gotten along without her' syndrome!" he suggested. "It's been done before!"
"I don't want to drag my family through the coals..." declined McConnell, pushing the thought out of his head. "...they've been through enough already...! I've spent the last 10 years trying to make up for making them feel like they were abandoned...! I don't want to ADD to the drama by spreading stories about their mother!"
"You KNOW the media is going to be all over this if we don't address it...!" said Dunn. "We can't do anymore campaign rallies until we've made a statement about Elliott's tape and your wife's WILD comments...!"
McConnell collapsed in the chair, leaning back [with his legs spread], a new drink balanced firmly in his hand...
"If I drop out..." he thought aloud, staring directly at his advisor... "...it all goes away and become old news...! Right?"
"Is that what you want...?" asked Dunn, seeing defeat written all over McConnell's body language.
McConnell looked at a loss as he titled his glass to his lips...
"What else CAN I do...?" he asked, feeling the alcohol burn down his throat. "I can't comment on the video until I've spoken to my son, but my son isn't answering his phone...! If I don't make an official statement, my campaign's a bust! And to top it all off, my ex-wife stabs me in the back and twists the knife! I just can't win!"
Dunn actually felt sorry for McConnell. Everything reverend Holmes [McConnell's campaign opponent] wanted done, happened. A sex tape of Elliott McConnell was made by his request; then it was anonymously sent to the media and ran night and day to embarrass McConnell and force him to drop out of the campaign. Holmes knew McConnell had a solid background as a Veteran AND a respected captain on the police force. He knew running against him would be an uphill battle, unless there was some SCANDAL in his life.
Dunn watched McConnell [a once prominent male figure in Philadelphia] slowly crumble before his eyes. Reverend Holmes would be happy if he saw how distraught he looked right now [about to cash in his chips], but Dunn couldn't help feeling personally responsible for the man's life falling apart...
"When was the last time you got a good night's sleep...?" asked Dunn curiously, making McConnell a fresh drink.
"ugh..." growled McConnell, throwing his head back against the cushions. "...sleep..., what's that?"
"You NEED sleep...!" insisted Dunn, taking the empty glass from McConnell's hand, then replacing it with a fresh strong drink.
McConnell lifted the glass in Dunn's honor, then turned it up to his lips. There were a million and one things running through his mind [all at once]. He wasn't a big drinker. In fact, every time he drank heavily, he regretted it the next day with a horrible hangover. McConnell didn't expect tomorrow morning to be any different as he finished off the new glass, then found himself beginning to drift off to sleep...
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WEST PHILLY That morning...
24 yr old DeWayne [DMoney] Wright lay in his west Philly bed, after seeing his wife [Dedra] off to daycare and work. He had a little rendezvous planned for that morning, and played with his stiff dick [under the covers] in anticipation of what was coming.
His 23 yr old assistant (Kenneth [Kobe] Brown) parked outside the Wright family house, then used his spare key to enter without having to disturb the owner. He briskly jotted up the stairs to the second floor [his own dick rock hard with anticipation], then entered the master bedroom to find his boss waiting. "Wussup...?" he asked, stopping at the door, his dick imprint plainly visible through his slacks.
Money lay stroking his dick under the covers...
"Sup with you, nigga...?" he asked, ready to get started. "Get yur ugly ass over here!"
"Ugly, eh...?" said Kobe [sucking his teeth], slowly approaching as he unzipped his pants. "I ain't ugly when I'm ridin' that ass, am I...?" he joked.
"Yeah nigga, you ugly THEN too..." joked Money, "...that's why we fuck doggy style!"
"WHATEVA!" responded Kobe, whipping out his 8.5" hardon as he stood beside the bed.
Money laughed...
"Nigga, you know I'm jokin'..." he confessed, reaching up to stroke Kobe's dick. "...with yur Kobe Bryant lookin' ass...!"
Kobe stared down at Money's hand stroking his dick for him, then looked into the boss man's handsome face...
"E'rybody can't be as sexy as YOU is..." he confessed, touching Money gently about the cheek and jawline before rubbing his thumb over his bottom lip, seductively. The smiles quickly left both men's faces as the situation turned serious.
Money stared at Kobe's dick up-close for a moment, then licked his lips before leaning forward to take him in his mouth. Kobe was surprised when Money took his dick, sucking it for the first time. During all of their sexual encounters, Money had never submitted orally [only giving up ass].
Kobe held back a gasp when he felt his boss's lips wrap around his dick and start sucking. Just watching his boss give him head made Kobe want to flood his mouth with cum...
Money never intended to take his relationship with Kobe this far. He only intended to scratch the itch in his gut a few times [whenever necessary], and not submit to another man. Money saw firsthand what losing one's masculinity and self-respect could do when he took over the life of [and fucked] David Smith, the man he stole his wife Dedra from [My Woman's Lover series]. Money had David hook, line, and sinker, treating him like a total bitch after force fucking him for the first time. Money never wanted Kobe to feel that way, knowing one could easily get caught up from the power surge one feels when on top of another man.
He took Kobe's dick into his mouth totally on impulse, wanting to know how it felt in his mouth. He'd sucked Pooh's dick on occasion, as a result of his `probation' after stealing monies from the west Philly drug lord, so he knew what it felt like to have his mouth stuffed full of dick. However, Kobe's prick wasn't as big, thick, and demanding as Pooh's. Money had no idea how he survived all those months of being Pooh's bitch, but he was determined to make everything right between them after fucking up the trust in their relationship.
Pooh was on the verge of making Money his protégé when Money stole from him. It hurt Pooh more than anything else. He trusted Money with his life AND loot, and felt utterly betrayed when he discovered Money gone with his cash.
Money slid his mouth along the shaft of his assistant, believing him worthy a blow job after so many mouths of keeping the secret between them. He slobbered his lips back and forth, slowly see-sawing his mouth over the fat glandes of Kobe's manhood, painting the shaft wet with spit as he prepared it for his ass.
Kobe watched Money sucking his dick in disbelief, recording the scene in his mind's eye to behold forever. What kind of straight guy sucks another guy's dick, then lets him butt fuck him up the ass...? Money was starting to show his true colors, and Kobe wasn't sure he could go on respecting him after this...!
Pulling back the covers, Kobe caught Money stroking himself while he sucked. Kobe took Money's hardon as a sure sign that he liked servicing dick. He reached down below Money's balls, then felt for his hidden anus. Money instantly scooped down in bed, spreading his legs like a trained seal, so Kobe's finger(s) could probe him. Kobe spit onto his fingers, then returned them to Money's asshole before pushing in, inserting one.
"You ready for this DICK, man...?" he asked, loving the way Money's asshole pulsated around his finger.
Money pulled off from sucking his dick, only to reach for the lubricant he sometimes used when fucking Dedra's asshole. He anointed a generous amount to his own anus, then reached up and greased Kobe's dick for him before resting on his back in the middle of the bed.
Kobe peeled off the rest of his clothes before joining Money in bed, climbing up between his legs. Money lifted his legs voluntarily, then ran his hand over his anus before shoving a few fingers in to loosen the ring...
"Go ahead..." he said, removing his hand to grant entrance... "...fuck me...!"
Kobe aimed his greased dick up to the hole, then started to push in. Slowly he eased in through the anal ring, sinking into the rectum. Money's face scrunched in painful expression before calming down as Kobe began to ground his pelvic bone into his ass, stretching his meat around in Money's gut. "Shit..." moaned the drug master, his body adjusting to Kobe's dick faster than before [indicating his becoming accustomed].
Kobe stared down at the man who controlled his schedule, his dick lodge so far up the man's ass that he could feel his heartbeat. Money's eyes reopened with a glossed/glazed look, his dick still rock hard as he slowly stroked it with his fist.
Kobe pulled back with his hips [withdrawing his dick 3/4's of the way out before pushing back in], effectively fucking Money's asshole. Money grunted aloud [painfully], accepting the punishing strokes as he tried to relax his body and enjoy what was happening. Kobe thrust in and out of him gently, allowing his body to adjust to the fucking before letting loose. He knew from experience that it always felt better for the both of them, if Money could relax and get into it.
He leaned in over Money, placing his hands on either side of Money's body as he began to pick up pace. Money reached up with his free hand and grasped the side of Kobe's thrusting waist, slicing his dick through the gripping hole faster...
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MANAYANK
Dunn watched McConnell sleep [his head slumped forward as he sat back in a comfortable chair]. Reverend Holmes once accused Dunn of being soft', wondering if he was sweet' on McConnell...? Dunn lied when he told Holmes "No...", knowing full well that he had developed feeling for his newest boss. Unlike most politicians Dunn had worked with in the past, McConnell was the most genuine, in which he genuinely cared about people and had their best personal interests at heart. Dunn hadn't met a politician who thought of people before themselves, and couldn't help finding those redeeming qualities somewhat attractive in McConnell.
He paced the floor, watching the older man sleep. Like himself, McConnell was a mixed breed, with black AND white biological parents. McConnell was raised by his parents, who actually married and raised him and his siblings in one household. Dunn [however] was adopted into a white family, and lived in a predominately white community that he never completely felt welcomed in. His adopted parents often whored him out to their friends, particularly at parties where his father's male friends were allowed to visit his room while he was sleeping. A lot of the men that took advantage of him, made certain he knew how worthless he was as a mixed breed African American, telling him "no one will believe you if you tell them what happened...!". He cried himself to sleep many nights, his anus and throat often too sore to speak or sit for days after. Eventually Dunn learned to live with [and LIKE] what the men did to him, and even began introducing some of the neighborhood boys [he often played with] into the sex games, giving many of them their first blow jobs and/or first taste of anal sex. He grew up being abused by nearly every male in his life, even offering his special services to his superiors [i.e. teachers, coaches, etc,]. Once in college, he became `house bitch' for his frat brothers, and often got gang banged around the clock. If it weren't for Dunn's high IQ and easy studying practices, he might not have ever finished college at all.
Dunn walked over to McConnell, then removed the empty glass from his hand before getting onto his knees before him. "McConnell...?" he called, softly shaking his arm to check and see if he was awake? When McConnell didn't answer, Dunn reached in and began massaging the large LUMP in McConnell's crotch. He was immediately impressed as soon as he felt it. Something TOLD him that McConnell would be well endowed [Dunn had a knack for sizing men up].
Certain that McConnell was asleep, he began to undo his pants. With anticipation running wildly through his veins as he unfastened McConnell's belt and unzipped his pants, he reached into his employer's boxers and fished out his stiff [curved] erection, watching it tower from his shorts like the Leaning Tower Of Pisa.
Dunn smiled as he slowly stroked McConnell's dick. It was indeed how he pictured it might look. He peeled back the foreskin, then leaned forward and took the helmet like head into his mouth, polishing it thoroughly. The head filled his oral cavity to completion, like holding the head of a large sweet candy coated blow-pop in his mouth.
Dunn swirled his mouth around the crown for a moment [enjoying the taste], before slowly sinking his mouth down over the shaft, swallowing the entire dick like an Anaconda would a meal. Dunn nuzzled his face in McConnell's crotch, holding his thickly curved dick 9.5 inches deep in his throat. Dunn's lips nibbled around the base of the big dick before he slowly began to retreat, dragging his lips back up the slightly curved shaft until he was [once again] suckling sweetly on the helmet capped head.
Glancing up at McConnell's face, he noticed McConnell's eyes wide open, staring back down at him curiously...
"What'rrrr you doooin...?" asked McConnell, slightly inebriated [and obviously horny].
"Shhh...go back to sleep..." said Dunn, coming up off the dick for a moment to speak. "...I'm helping you relax...!"
"Noooo..." slurred McConnell, protesting when he felt Dunn's hot mouth return to his dick. "...doooonnnn'tttttt..." he sighed, pushing at Dunn's shoulders [rather weakly].
Dunn ignored McConnell's protests, and kept sucking as he bobbed his head up and down in his employer's lap. He loved the feeling of the former captain's fat dick in his mouth, and definitely loved giving him pleasure. He easily pushed the former captain's hands aside as he swirled his head in circles to give his famed corkscrew effect, causing McConnell's head fell back in absolute ecstasy.
Even in his drunken state, McConnell knew he was getting a first class blow job. He groaned [accordingly] every time Dunn's mouth plunged down around the base of his dick, taking him whole. He could feel the man's talented throat envelop him, then clamp down as Dunn practiced throat motions before retreating back up the head, corkscrewing circles around the cap.
"Shhhhiiiitttt..." moaned McConnell, no longer sure if he should interrupt this feeling...?
Dunn capitalized on McConnell's weakness/confusion by bobbing his head repeatedly, plunging his throat down around the thick slick shaft like a Fleshlight, making McConnell feel better than he had in weeks.
Up and down, up and down, up and down –he plunged his open mouth and throat, taking deep gasps of breaths on the upstroke as his saliva coated the entire shaft like a thick lubricant.
McConnell could feel himself getting close to climax as Dunn held his hands by his sides.
"uuhhhh...ooohhhhh..." moaned David, unable to decipher anything mentally except the exquisite feeling happening to his dick. Instinctively he started to thrust, fucking up into Dunn's mouth and throat as Dunn plunged down, impaling himself on all 9 and 1/2 inches.
Soon the rhythm between them was running like a well-oiled machine. Dunn could feel McConnell's dick thicken in his throat, just before it started to spit a copious mount of sperm straight down into his gullet, feeding him the seed he desperately needed.
"uuurrrrhhhhhh...!!" groaned McConnell, squirming in his seat as his dick unleashed torrid tides of semen directly into Dunn's hungry stomach.
McConnell collapsed back in his chair [completely exhausted], even before his dick finished draining. Dunn continued to suck, milking every drop from the long curved pipe. But McConnell's dick continued to stay hard, long after he seemed to drift back off to sleep. Dunn took that as an opportunity to explore their new relationship even further.
Standing up, he pulled a small package of lubricant from his wallet for emergencies, then removed his clothes and climbed up into the chair with McConnell. Straddling his thighs, he aligned his ass with McConnell's curved dick then sat down, feeling the dick sink into his rectum.
"Uhhh..." groaned Dunn [transfixed], sinking his ass cheeks into McConnell's lap and squeezing his sphincter muscles around the dick base.
McConnell stirred as his dick was suddenly plunged into hot wetness once more. He opened his eyes and looked up at his campaign advisor, seeing him up-close for the very first time.
Dunn ground his ass in McConnell's lap, churning his mighty manhood around in his gut before slowly lifting up, sliding his anus up the thickly curved shaft until his anal ring was sucking softly on the fat head. McConnell opened his mouth to protest, then Dunn suddenly changed directions and plowed his ass back down into his lap, quickly burying the dick back in his gut. McConnell's protests turned into groans as his dick throbbed wantonly in Dunn's bowels. Dunn instantly knew once he began bouncing his ass on McConnell's stiff dick, that he had him hook, line, and sinker.
McConnell groaned as his dick was fucked without his consent. He knew the man fucking atop his dick wasn't his boyfriend, but his judgment was compromised by the amount of alcohol he decided to consume. He knew he should push the man off of him, but his mind was spinning, his stomach was empty of food, and his dick felt too amazing to stop what was happening. He simply sat back and allowed Dunn to fuck his dick, painfully relishing the feel of his hot ass sliding up and down his dick, making him feel good.
Dunn understood McConnell's confused state of mind, as he had slipped a MICKEY into the mayoral candidate's drink. Dunn carrying a small vale of liquid FUC in his pocket, just waiting for the right opportunity to use it on his employer. He knew McConnell would probably have nothing to do with him otherwise [as he had worked for many shady characters: i.e. --Tempest Williams, Malcolm H. Holmes, and former mayor elect Anthony Edwards], so he slipped the drug into his drink, hoping it might INSPIRE him.
Dunn knew McConnell's erection would likely remain for hours, enabling him to ride it though dawn break. He couldn't help but squeal in delight every time he plunged downward, feeling the magnificent meaty rod fill him completely, invading his body like an hostile takeover.
Dunn bounced and bounced, until his legs began to clamp. Not giving up to defeat, his simply pulled off of McConnell's erection, then turned around and reinserted it, leaning back against McConnell's torso.
"Oh yesssss..." moaned Dunn, feeling full of himself as he began lifting and lowering his ass again, driving his asshole down on the dick standing up penetrating him. He could hear McConnell's manly grunts and groans behind him in his ear, and titled his head back until his noggin was resting on McConnell's shoulder. He could feel McConnell beginning to thrust again, gingerly sending his dick up into his gut with tentative thrusts.
"Yes...! Oh yes...!" moaned Dunn, liking any action McConnell gave him. He worked his hips up and down, rotating them counterclockwise to churn the meaty sausage around inside him. When McConnell's hands slowly started to move up his naked body [feeling him curiously], he knew the drugs were beginning to kick in.
Getting up, he dislodged from McConnell's thick curved, then got down onto the floor on all fours. "Fuck me...!" he insisted, looking back over his shoulder as he offered up his ass submissively. "Fuck me, McConnell...PLEASE...!" he begged.
McConnell looked down at Dunn's available ass [the brown cheeks spread miles apart, highlighting the deep indented (gaping) anus, which obviously saw a lot of battles in its time], and instantly felt a deep seeded LUST course through his veins...
Jumping up from the chair, he crouched down behind Dunn, then immediately speared him on the end of his dick, quickly impaling him on 9 and 1/2 inches of solid manhood. Dunn groaned like a wounded dog as he tried to lay flat on his stomach, but McConnell had other plans for that hot ass as he held Dunn's hips tightly in his grasps, then started to hot fuck that ass with all the strength he could muster...
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WEST PHILLY
Kobe held onto the backs of DMoney's legs as he got up onto his knees for better leverage, using the full of his weight to press his legs down against his chest. Money felt himself doubled in half as his ass was thoroughly fucked. His dick throbbed hard above his belly, pulsing like a sore thumb as his body was pounded by his top employee.
Kobe felt adrenaline rush through him, as he watched Money's reaction to his fuck. Indeed Money couldn't brag about being the TOP man anymore, not with the way he was taking dick. Kobe found himself fucking Money extra hard, putting some ZING into his stroke to see if Money would MAN up and make him stop fucking?
However the harder Kobe fucked, the more Money seemed to like it. He pressed Money's knees to the mattress, then started power pounding his ass with even harder strokes. The bed bounced and squeaked under the weight of their combined bodies, giving witness to their motion.
Money looked down between their crashing forms to watch Kobe's dick sliding through him. He could see the long length of the dark dick disappear just beyond his balls, slamming into his asshole with every stroke. He glanced up Kobe's slender/medium muscular build, watching his stomach crunch every time he thrust into him. Looking up into Kobe's face, he found the dark skin male staring back down at him, a lustful glint in his smoldering eyes as he seemed to look through him.
Kobe [of course] felt as if he COULD see straight through Money, seeing the faggot hiding within. Surely no gay guy enjoyed getting butt fucked more than Money. Kobe could see all Money's excitement, just by looking at his drooling hardon as it throbbed with a life of its own, pulsating thickly, even when left alone.
Money felt Kobe's thrusts becoming more and more aggressive, slamming into him with the power of a body builder. Money held onto Kobe's torso as he fucked, watching his muscles tense the closer he got to losing his load.
"Damn I love fuckin' this ass...!" admitted Kobe, alternating watching his dick penetrate Money's anus, and enjoying Money's facial expressions. As much as he enjoyed watching his dick disappear up his boss's ass, he also loved watching Money's expressions, registering everything from complete pain and discomfort, to simple joy and admiration. He loved looking down into his glossy eyes while pounding him hard, showing him [really] who's boss as their bodies beat together like a musical instrument.
Kobe could FEEL the shifting of power flowing through them as they fucked. Every time he fucked Money up the ass, a little more power flowed his way. Soon he understood he'd be leading the Underground, knowing they would need a REAL leader who wasn't compromised by his weaker side. Indeed any man who would allow himself to be fucked by another man, was weak! What strong hetero man would allow himself to be put in such a delicate position? Who could respect and FOLLOW a man who would give up his masculinity to be butt fucked up the ass like a bitch? Once word of Money's weakness got around, The Syndicate would be looking for a replacement, someone untainted by the lure from another man's crotch!
"Uhhh shit..., I'm about to cum...!" he announced, his eyes fluttering as his body went into overdrive. Money felt him picking up speed as his hips slapped fasted and louder, beating his dick directly through the elastic anal ring to bury itself [time and time again] deeper inside his body.
Money could feel the thrusts becoming more urgent as Kobe fought to hold back for as long as he could. He wanted the fuck to last longer, to feel more power transfer between them as he TOOK Money's manhood. Even with his eyes closed he could feel Money's hands roaming his body, pulling him closer, wanting [NEEDING] his cum to explode inside him, to fill his faggoty hole with the rich seed it needed to nourish from.
"AWWWW fuck...! I'm COMIN'...!!" yelled Kobe, slamming in one last time before holding himself in deep. Money felt the dick straining inside him for a moment, then felt it throbbing erratically as it suddenly burst a series of thick gobs of cum cream into him. "AAARRRRRRHHHHH YEEAAHHH...!!!" screamed Kobe, losing his load as all of his strength and essence excreted along with his semen.
Money could feel the warm flow of sperm filling his colon, flooding his innards with a deep surge. Kobe ground against him, too weak to continue pumping as he simply let his dick drain. Money lowered his legs around Kobe's waist [the spurting dick still embedded inside him], then started stroking his own erection. Kobe watched as Money milked his shaft in his fist, then hosed a half dozen spurts of cum over his own heaving chest and stomach.
"URHHH...URRHHH...UHH...UHHH...OHHH...OHH..." grunted Money, as the cum shot from him in quick succession.
Kobe watched as Money ran his fingers through his own cum, then lifted them to his mouth to lick clean...
"ummm..." he moaned, obviously liking the taste... "...we need to get dressed...!" he insisted, knowing they had a busy day ahead...
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MANAYUNK
32 yr old Brian Dunn clawed desperately at the hard [corporate style] carpet, as David McConnell fucked aggressively angrily at his ass.
It wasn't that Dunn couldn't handle McConnell [after all he'd been physically raped by some of the best aggressors in the city: i.e. –Tempest, Pooh, Marvin, Kane, etc], he just wasn't expecting the peaceable Captain to be an aggressive monster in bed. His body quickly adjusted to the change in technique, as his anus dilated, becoming more accessible.
McConnell had no idea his body was working off an illegal street drug. He felt completely energized and robust, his fat dick a harpoon as he used it to spear Dunn's blow hole head-on, impaling him deeply with every thrust.
He loved watching his dick penetrate the anal gap, bursting through stretched ring and plowing into the massaging rectum like a bulldozer, knocking down everything in its path. He slammed his hairy pelvis against Dunn's upturned ass with every inward stroke, burying his dick bone deep like a hound dog. Nothing [nor heaven or hell] could keep him from plowing that fuckable ass, his lust driven by the mere sight of the hallow hole needing filling.
Dunn rested his facial cheeks to the carpet, his ass hiked high in the air, making an excellent target. He could feel McConnell's curved dick hitting bulls-eye with every stroke, the fat curve thrusting in and out of him like a forearm, making his anus cream itself.
"Oh god...! Yes! Yes! Fuck me! Fuck me! Ooohhhh yeesssss..."
McConnell could feel Dunn's anus beginning to the throb uncontrollably around his thrusting dick, milking his shaft like a farm hand as it pumped and squeezed his plunging phallus like a hungry mouth.
Sensing Dunn's orgasm, McConnell reached down and pulled his advisor up by the chin, pulling his head all the way back as if he were pulling the bridle of a horse. Dunn grunted aloud as his back was extremely arches, bowing like a shoe horn as his ass protruded more for McConnell's use.
"URRRHHH...! URRHHH...! URRHHH...! URRHHH...!" grunted Dunn, after every new thrust. McConnell liked hearing the man grunt in pain as he jammed him with everything he had, hammering hard at the convulsing hole until his own orgasm suddenly came upon him...
"AAAARRRRRRRRRRHHHHHHHHHHHGGGGG...!!!" he roared like a lion, filling the ass full of his precious baby batter.
He collapsed on top of Dunn, who in turn fell face down on the floor, his ass completely impaled on his employer's pulsing manhood as it filled him with its second dose of surge.
McConnell panted breathlessly in Dunn's ear as he fought to catch his breath, his dick still hard [refusing to go down] as it stayed buried in Dunn's rump...
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