Sex Pigs From Hell – Scene 9

Title: Forbidden Fruits: Taboo Tales from the Vintage Vault – Scene 9
By: The Vintage Vixen

*Ding dong!* The doorbell rang, echoing by the cavernous mansion. Marcus, the butler, straightened his bow tie and strode to the doorway. As he opened the heavy oak door, his eyes widened on the sight earlier than him.

“Well, well, well,” purred the leather-clad stud, a depraved grin twisting his chiseled options. “You must be the trusty butler. I’m’a gonna need you to summons the master of the house. This here’s an official inspection from the G.I.R.L.S. – we’re here to ensure his hefty inheritance is…safely…secured.”

Marcus gulped, his face flushing crimson. “O-of course, sir. Please, follow me.” He led the burly man by the opulent halls, his heartbeat quickening with each heavy, lustful footstep behind him.

The stud’s darkish, penetrating gaze by no means left the butler’s ass, his eyes hungry as a predator stalking its prey. Marcus might really feel the warmth of that stare, might virtually style the person’s want. It made him shift nervous, boots scuffing towards the marble.

Finally, they reached the grasp’s examine. Marcus knocked softly. “Sir? The gentleman from the G.I.R.L.S. is here to see you.”

“Send him in!” bellowed the voice from inside.

Pulling in a deep breath, Marcus opened the door and stepped apart to permit the leather-clad man entrance. As he handed Marcus, the stud leaned in shut, his scorching breath tickling the butler’s ear. “Don’t go far now, boy. We’ll be needing you soon enough.”

Marcus shivered on the promise in these phrases, closing the door on a quivering sigh. Leaning towards the wall, he strained to listen to what transpired.

Inside, the leather-based stud had the grasp bent over his desk, leather-clad fingers roughly pawing that plump, plush ass. The older man groaned, weak with want and age. “Yes, punish me, punish this bad old daddy!” he begged shamelessly.

The stud chuckled darkly. “Oh, you’ll get punished, alright. This daddy needs to be taught a lesson about holding onto his wealth, don’t you think?” His fingers parted the ultimately crevice, revealing the quivering pucker of the grasp’s rosebud. “Gonna have to inspect every inch, just to make sure you ain’t hiding nothing up in there.”

The grasp might solely whimper as he felt the new, moist stress of that stud’s tongue probing at his gap. The older man’s legs practically gave out on the decadent sensation of being rimmmed so totally and mercilessly.

When the stud lastly pulled away with a obscene slurp, his beard glistening with spit and the grasp’s juices, he smirked. “Aight, I reckon he passed that part of the inspection. But just to be sure…”

Reaching into his pants, he pulled out an enormous, veiny cock throbbing with want. The grasp’s eyes widened on the sheer dimension, and he drug-tongued to moisten these well-used lips. It had been so lengthy since he’d been crammed so absolutely…

The stud wasted no time, slamming his hips ahead and burying that monster deep into the keen gap. The grasp roared, arms scrabbling for buy on the desktop as he was cut up open and claimed. The stud set a brutal tempo, every highly effective thrust rattling the previous man to his core.

“Shit, take this dick!” The stud snarled, fingers digging into the meat of the grasp’s hips. “Gonna cum so deep in this greedy cum dump, this rich boy have no choice but to keep you around even after his dick’s gone limp and he’s drained your wallets dry!”

The vile, base menace solely served to undo the grasp additional. His orgasm crashed over him like a tidal wave, his withered sack drawn up tight as he pictain’d a scorching, heavy load splattering the far wall. The drive of his launch drenched the stud’s cock, and with a closing, vicious slam, he adopted swimsuit, empting these heavy balls deep into the grasp’s ruined gap…

Just then, there got here a tentative knock on the door. “Sir? Is everything alright in there?” Marcus’ muffled voice inquired weakly.

The stud pulled out with a moist pop, thick globs of cum and lube dripping to puddle on the ground. Wiping his cock clear with the grasp’s discarded swimsuit jacket, he smirked. “Cum in, Marcus! The inspection’s over – for now.”

Marcus entered hesitantly, eyes widening on the debauched show. The grasp slumped half-naked on the desktop, gaping, leaking gap bared for all to see. A vibrant purple handprint marred one pale cheek, doubtless lovingly gifted by the stud’s broad palm throughout their passionate coupling.

“Oh, Marcus!” The grasp croaked, purple lipped and eyelids fluttering. “I d-don’t feel so good…”

The stud snorted, lazily tucking his now semi-hard cock again into his pants. “Yeah, well, the G.I.R.L.S. don’t got time to be chasing after you when you kick it. Best put that will in order, rich boy, lest something unfortunate happen again. I’m’a hold you to that promise about taking care of me for the rest of your natural life, yeah?”

Marcus knew higher than to get between a intoxicated, half-dressed grasp and his new “lover”. He knew he’d simply need to smile and nod like a dutiful butler because the stud roughly hauled the aged man to his ft. As they staggered previous him in direction of the bed room, already starting to grope at one another with renewed fervor…

Marcus could not assist however fan himself on the considered all the longer term rigged “inspections” these two had been certain to conduct, of the sick lewdness that may certainly occur behind closed doorways… His cock throbbed with the beginnings of an aching hard-on. Maybe he would simply go clear up the, uhm, aftermath of their coupling for the foreseeable future…