Stuff Me With Your Fat Cock

Adventures of Stallion and Bunny – Episode 250

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With a growl, you shoved me onto my side, your massive body caging me against the couch. Your feet planted on either side of my hips, pinning me down like I was nothing. I loved it.

The fire crackled like it had something to prove, casting long shadows over the couch where we were tangled together—me, your little freckled slut of a boyfriend, and you, my hulking, hairy stallion of a man. The matching hoodies we wore were just for show, really, because the second we got home, I was already squirming in my seat, my tight sissy panties doing nothing to hide how hard I was for you. You smirked when you noticed, that thick moustache twitching like you could already taste how desperate I was.

“Fuck, look at you,” you growled, your voice rough like gravel under boots. “Already leaking through your panties like the needy little whore you are.” Your hand—big enough to palm my entire ass—slid up my thigh, fingers hooking into the waistband of those flimsy scrap of fabric. I whimpered when you yanked them down, my cock springing free, already dripping at the tip. You didn’t even have to touch me; just the way you looked at me, like I was your favorite toy, had me trembling.

You weren’t any more patient. Your boxers tented obscenely, that thick, veiny monster of yours straining against the cotton. When you finally pulled it out, I nearly came on the spot. Uncut, heavy, the head already glistening with precome, the scent of you—musky and male—filling the air between us. My mouth watered. “Please,” I breathed, my voice high and needy. “Let me touch you.”

You chuckled, low and dark, but you didn’t stop me when I wrapped my fingers around your shaft. Fuck, you were *hot*, the skin velvety over steel, the weight of you making my wrist ache in the best way. You groaned when I stroked you, your hips twitching like you were already imagining fucking my tight little hole raw. But you weren’t about to let me have all the fun. Your hand closed around my cock, your grip firm, almost punishing as you started jerking me off. “Such a pretty dick,” you murmured, thumb swiping over my slit, spreading the wetness. “Bet it’d look even prettier with my come all over it.”

I moaned, my back arching off the couch. You were *everywhere*—your scent, your heat, the way your hairy chest brushed against my bare skin when you leaned in to bite my nipple. I gasped, my fingers tightening around your cock, precome dripping down my knuckles. You were leaking too, your cock throbbing in my grip, the head swollen and dark. “Fuck, *Daddy*,” I whined, my voice breaking. “I need you inside me. *Now*.”

That did it. With a growl, you shoved me onto my side, your massive body caging me against the couch. Your feet—fuck, those *feet*—planted on either side of my hips, pinning me down like I was nothing. I loved it. Loved how small you made me feel, how *owned*. Your cock dragged against my ass, the heat of you making me shudder. “Beg for it,” you demanded, your voice a rough purr in my ear. “Tell me how bad you want my fat dick stretching you open.”

“I *need* it,” I sobbed, my hole already clenching, empty and aching. “Please, *please* fuck me. Split me open. Ruin me.” My words dissolved into a scream when you finally pushed in, your cockhead breaching me with one brutal thrust. You didn’t go slow. You didn’t *have* to. I was yours, and we both knew I could take it.

“Fucking *hell*,” you grunted, your hips snapping forward, driving that thick length deeper. I could feel every ridge, every vein, your cock dragging against my prostate until my vision whited out. My own dick was trapped between our bodies, leaking like a faucet, my balls drawn up tight. You *owned* me. Your hands gripped my hips, your feet keeping me locked in place as you fucked me like a man possessed. The couch creaked under us, the firelight flickering over your sweat-slicked chest, the hair there damp and clinging to your skin.

“Look at you,” you panted, your voice rough with lust. “Taking my cock like you were *made* for it.” Your fingers dug into my flesh, bruising, marking me. I loved it. Loved the way you used me, the way your cock *filled* me, stretching me until I couldn’t tell where I ended and you began. “Gonna fill this tight little ass up,” you promised, your voice a dark rumble. “Gonna breed you so good you’ll be dripping me for days.”

I came with a broken cry, my cock pulsing between us, ropes of come painting my stomach, my chest, my fingers where I clutched at your forearm. You didn’t stop. You *fucking* didn’t. You flipped me onto my back, my legs splayed wide, my hole gaping and wet from your cock. “Show me,” you ordered, your voice a whipcrack. “Show me that pretty little slut hole.”

I obeyed without hesitation, reaching down to spread myself open for you, my fingers pulling my cheeks apart. Your cock twitched, precome dripping onto my thigh. “Fucking *perfect*,” you groaned, lining yourself up again. This time, you watched. Watched as your cock disappeared inside me, watched as my hole stretched obscenely around your girth. The sight of it had you snarling, your hips pistoning, your balls slapping against my ass with every thrust.

You edged me again, your hand wrapping around my oversensitive cock, stroking just enough to keep me on the knife’s edge. “Not yet,” you growled, your voice raw. “Gonna make you wait….”