And for a long time, she just stood, water running over her face, steam opening her pores. She brushed her long, tangled auburn hair, matted with cum. She scrubbed her chest and her face and her tits. Your outfit will be waiting for you when you finish.”Īnd so Omega did. A hawk circled something far below.Įlena was dead. It was your boss who said your old name.” “It was your boss who fucked you first last night. And your boss knows you won’t be returning.” “I’m yours, Sir, but I can’t just leave everything.” “The woman you were is dead,” Jack whispered. But Jack returned a gaze deep into her eyes. “I have to be at work tomorrow, Sir,” she said with a kiss on his neck. The morning after her rebirth, she prepared to leave the eighth floor hotel room at the Hilton and return to her old apartment. Since the night of her rebirth, she had spent three days at His service while her new home was prepared. That's what I need and crave.Omega woke to the sound of crooning jazz on Thursday in her new home, hornier and happier than she ever remembered. I wish they would invite me to move in with them, and make me their permanent slave boycunt. Once they even invited a couple of friends over, who also used my mouth and boypussy. Since then I have returned for several more weekends, to be fucked in my face and my boycunt by cocks and dildoes again and again. I spent the entire weekend with them, and they fucked me and used me many times. I eagerly complied, knowing I was totally ready to obey every instruction they gave me. I exploded in a violent orgasm a few moments later, and they instructed me to gather it up in my fingers and then lick them clean. Feeling their hot cum in me was the greatest experience of my life to that moment. They were experienced lovers, and they were kissing each other as they came inside me at once. Suddenly unafraid of consequences or anything else, I surrendered completely to their manhood, and wanted nothing more than to be used this way again and again and again. Then my prayers came true, and I felt two men inside me, one in my mouth and the other in my boycunt. Then he was talking to someone, and then I felt another man's hands on my ass and cock. Then I was on the floor between his knees as he sat back on the couch and I sucked him. He slowly guided me to a doorway and through it, and then we were in the adjoining apartment. I just hoped that included fucking my face and my ass with his lovely thick mancock. Then his fingers were probing my ass as he continued to stroke my cock, and I realized I would let him do anything he wanted to me. For the next few minutes the owner of the store teased my cock with his fingers as he pressed his hips into me and I felt his own thick manmeat on my ass. The best I could manage was a groan of pure raw lust. "I see you like our sculpture," the man said in a low sexy whisper. My eyes closed and I cared about nothing but the sensation of his fingers on my aching cock. Suddenly I felt a hand on my leg and then my bare cock. I stared at the scuplture and I wanted to be that boy. I stared transfixed at it, dimly aware that my engorged cock was now standing exposed from the leg of my loose shorts. One man's cock was in the boy's mouth, the other man's cock buried in the boy's ass. In the corner, on a small mahogany table, stood a bronze sculpture of two men and a boy. Eventually I found myself in a second room, off the main room, and suddenly realized that all the shelves were filled with gay porn - books, magazines and videos.
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I perused the shelves full of screenplays and books on directors, drifting aimlessly. I trod up the stairs to the second-floor shop huffing and puffing. I wore no underwear, and I was enjoying the sensation of my loose shorts against my cock as I pedalled.Īt long last I arrived at my destination, the film bookstore. Soon both my tank top and my shorts were sticking to me. It was a hot summer day and I bicycled downtown, slowly because of the humidity, yet I still managed to break into a sweat.