Wondering

Driving all day along I-40, I had reached Arkansas, where I decided to stop in Little Rock for some food and some sleep. A quick search of AI for entertainment districts sent me toward the River Market. I found a local pub for that bite to eat and a hotel, part of a national brand where I frequently stay. While I ate, I checked and saw they had a room with a river view available, so I reserved it for the night. I headed there after eating. 

I checked into my room, which turned out to be a corner suite on the top floor with an amazing view. Windows facing the river stretched the whole length of the back wall, and a couple of panes wrapped onto the wall to my left. I unpacked what I would need for the night: my toiletry kit and a change of clothes. My luggage went into the closet. Then, I hopped into a steaming shower to refresh myself after driving all day. 

Driving alone along any stretch of interstate always makes me horny. The business men in their starched shirts with ties drive beside me in their company cars or rentals. They are immaculately groomed and look ready to dominate whenever they see an opportunity to seize power. The leisure travelers drive along in their coupes, pickups, and SUVs. They are comfortably dressed and look very relaxed. They are ready for whatever comes along. The commercial drivers haul their loads to the next dock on a tight schedule. Some wear the uniforms with company logos. Others ride so high up in the cab of their trucks that I can barely see their faces much less what they are wearing. The drive to and fro is rushed but boring, so I imagine that they are eager and ready for some quick release. Seeing so many different men, each hot in his own way, driving alone gives my imagination a lot of fodder for fantasies. So, my shower included some manscaping and deep cleaning in hopes of living out a fantasy or two tonight. 

With a plush hotel towel tied around my waist and another draped on my shoulders, I walked from the bathroom to the windows and admired the twilight view of the river. I reclined onto the sofa and opened a couple of hookup apps to see who was nearby and if any of them piqued my interest. 

My profile was pretty basic. My profile pic showed my face and upper body. I was wearing a navy blue collared casual shirt that fit well. My brown hair was cut short, and my brown eyes were framed by a trendy pair of glasses. The picture was from the late summer, so my skin was darker than now. My profile stats included that I was a bottom standing 6’0” tall and 180 pounds, single, HIV-, and played safe only. My description read: “If I am online and nearby, I am looking to play, so HMU.”  

Several guys were online and looking, but none of the profiles really caught my attention. Putting my phone aside, I turned my attention to the television and found something that held my interest for a few minutes. Then, I returned to the apps. I had received a couple of messages: “hey,” “looking,” “sup?”. Politely, I replied to each and asked what they were looking for or what they were into. I wanted to see if they could keep up their end of the chat. They could not. 

Back to the television for a while, I clicked it off when the credits began to roll. Outside, the sky was completely dark now. The clock showed that a couple of hours had passed. It wasn’t especially late, but I had another day full of driving tomorrow, so I could use the sleep. I considered just going to bed, but I saw a few more messages had shown up on the apps, so I read them. One stood out. 

“Hey man. Looks like we are really close. Maybe the same hotel? How’s it going?”

I looked at his profile, and it showed that we were less than 100 feet from each other. Since my room was on the top floor of the hotel, I looked out the windows and saw nothing remotely close to 100 feet to the west, and the river was to the north. We might be in the same hotel. If we were, that would be convenient. 

“Maybe so. I’m good. Just horny. You?” I replied. 

“Same,” he replied pretty quickly. He told me his hotel, and I replied that we was right. We were in the same one. He asked what I was into. 

“Very oral bottom here. On the sub side. Can go mild to wild.”

“Hot! Total top here. Can be dominant, but not really my thing. Just need my cock sucked tonight. You game?”

I looked at his profile again. His stats put him at 6’5” tall, with black hair and brown eyes. No weight listed but his headless, shirtless torso picture showed a slim build, dark skin, and smooth body. His cock length was listed as “ask me.” So, I did. 

He replied, “9 inches. Can you swallow one that big?” 

“Haven’t ever tried, but I’m game to find out, sir.” 

“Great! One more thing. I am married, so if that’s a deal breaker, I understand.”

“Thanks for telling me. I don’t usually play with married guys, but I don’t usually have a chance to suck 9” either. I’m game, sir.”

“So where do you want to do this: my room or yours?”

“Well… I am wearing a towel right now, so are you dressed, sir?”

“Yes, I am. Don’t get dressed. I’ll come to your room.”

“Aye, sir.” I sent him my room number and put my phone on the nightstand. Even though he said he was just looking to have his cock sucked, I grabbed a couple of condoms and some lube from my luggage. I put them on the nightstand—just in case. The knock was less than a minute later. 

I walked to the door and looked through the viewport. While the lens distorted the view, I could see a man who appeared to look like I expected. I opened the door and said hello. 

“Welcome, sir.” I gestured for him to step inside and then I closed and locked the door behind him. 

He took a couple of steps past me, and even though I was seeing him from behind, I could tell he was opening his belt and pants as he walked into the room. His 6’5” frame towered over my 6’0” body. He slim build was average instead of athletic, and his vibe felt a little nerdy. As he turned to face me, I saw that he had pulled out his cock. It was already growing. My eyes were fixated on it. 

Without looking up, I gestured toward the foot of the bed, so he could sit down. I stepped toward him and knelt into the space between his legs. He leaned back, propping on his hands. My eyes were fixed on his cock still. It was long, uncut, and a little thicker than average. His balls were smooth, and his bush was trimmed. 

He chuckled, “See something you like?” 

“Yes, sir!” I sounded giddy. Damn it. I didn’t mean to sound so excited. Oh well. “May I get to work on it, sir?”

“Go for it!” 

I dove onto his balls, sniffing his musk, flicking them with my tongue, licking his sack, and taking turns sucking each ball into my mouth. Then, I worked my way up his shaft and made sure every inch of it was slick and wet before my lips reached his foreskin. I slurped at the foreskin and slipped my tongue inside it. I rolled my tongue around the head inside his foreskin and heard him moan nice and low. 

He pushed his hips toward me, “Do that again.” 

I did, and as I rounded his cock head, I felt a generous burst of warm precum coat my tongue. I savored it for a moment before swallowing it. “Hot, sir. I like precum. Thank you, sir.” 

“Plenty more where that came from. You’re doing great!” 

With my right hand, I slipped his foreskin back to expose the head of his cock. I rested the head on my tongue and then curled the sides of my tongue around it. Sealing my lips on his shaft, I gave his cock a few strokes with my hand. I could feel his upper body moving as he worked to get out of his shirt, but I was focused on his cock. I did not offer to stop. With each stroke, his cock drooled more precum onto my curled tongue. I was salivating like mad. After a few strokes, my mouth felt full, so I stopped and swallowed.

“I wondered if you would like swallowing my precum.”

“I do, yes, sir.”

I released his cock from my hand, and he pushed his hips into the air to slip his pants past his hips. While his cock was thrust toward me, my mouth enveloped it. As I lunged forward onto his cock, I inhaled. Once his cock entered my throat, I knew I would not be able to breathe. I gripped his shaft with my lips and started bobbing forward and back. He slowly lowered his hips to the mattress, so he did not slip away from my mouth. My tongue and throat stroked his shaft, and each stroke built suction. 

I felt the belted waist of his pants loose in front of my chest. Since my hands were free of his cock and balls at the moment, I grabbed the pants and slipped them from his legs. I felt him sit forward and grab me by the pits of my arms. He lifted me off his cock, turned, and pushed me backward onto the bed.

As soon as I was on my back, he settled beside me and kissed me deeply. His tongue darted into my mouth. I kissed him back. His hands roamed all over my chest and arms. I maneuvered him on top of me, so I could feel his chest and stomach against mine while I felt his back with my hands. 

After a very satisfying series of kisses, he pushed up and smiled. For the first time since he entered the room, I saw his face. He was nice looking. His black hair was cropped very close on the sides of his head and slightly fuller on the top. His cheekbones were pronounced, and his face was more oval than round or square. His skin tone was darker than my own, and his face was dotted with small freckles across his nose. His eyes, though, were amazing—definitely attention-getting. They were  golden brown, shimmering, inviting, disarming. I had rarely seen eyes of this golden hue. His lashes were long, and his dark eyebrows were full, lush, and well shaped. They accentuated the golden allure of his eyes very well. 

He raised my legs to his shoulders, “I wonder what your knees would feel like on my shoulders.”

I laughed a little. The phrasing seemed so odd but also funny. “One way to find out, sir.” I lifted my legs and rested them on his shoulders, but to be silly, I held my legs straight at the knees. 

Taking a moment to look at my legs raised and feet above his head, he chuckled. “That can’t be comfortable for long. I wonder if it would feel better if you let your legs relax.”

I snickered and relaxed my legs. My knees rested on his shoulders, and I interlaced my ankles so they rested on his back. “Like this, sir?” 

He grinned, “It’ll do.” Holding my gaze with his eyes, he asked, “Isn’t that better?” 

Playfully, I answered, “Oh yes, sir. Much better.” 

He smiled, “Now, tell what you are wondering right now?” 

Unsure what he wanted me to say, I said what came to mind. “What is it like to kiss you while I’m in this position?” 

His eyes widened a little before he grinned and leaned down to continue kissing me. I felt his cock rubbing against my cock as his hips rested against mine during our kisses. Sliding along and against each other, our cocks soon felt slick and slippery. Finally, he pressed up and adjusted his cock. He angled it downward, so it hit just behind my balls. As he leaned toward me, his cock slid between my glutes. 

I noticed that my cock felt wet everywhere his cock had rubbed. “Oh wow! My cock feels… wet!” I raised my head to look down at it. 

“Yeah, it is. You’re so hot. My cock was drooling all over your dick. Hope that’s okay.”

“Ok?! No, sir. That’s impressive. Wow!”

“You actually like that my cock leaked precum all over your dick!” he noticed with surprise. I nodded. He leaned down and continued kissing me. 

He lowered his hand to my cock and brushed his thumb against my shaft. Then, I felt him press this thumb into my left nipple. He smeared his precum on it like lube. I squirmed. He pressed more firmly. I groaned. He eased up and teased my nipple with the tip of his thumb. I gasped through his kiss. 

“Seems that your nipple likes the feel of my precum too,” he said softly. 

“Yes sir. It does.” 

“Your tongue likes my precum.”

I nodded.

“Your cock likes my precum.” 

Again, I nodded. 

“Your nipple likes my precum.”

Once more, I nodded. He moved his thumb to his cock and then raised his thumb to my lips. He wet my lips with his precum. “I wonder if your lips like my precum.”

I gasped softly as he held my gaze. For a total top who said he wasn’t really into being dominant, he was pushing my buttons really well. I could feel myself slipping into a deep submission. I pressed my lips together and then ran my tongue along them to lick them clean. 

I heard his voice very soft, very low, “Hmmm, good boi.” 

The sound was seductively subjugating. I felt something stir inside me. A craving. A need. An imperative. I could not tell what it was yet, but I knew that his eyes were so inviting. I did not want to look away. 

He moaned softly, “I wonder if your hole would like my precum.” 

He shifted to move his mouth to my neck. I could feel his breath warm on my ear. His lips brushed my skin of my neck. A lick. A light nibble. My body suddenly tingled with ecstacy, and my abs crunched reflexively as my fingers pressed into his back. I felt the head of his cock at the rim of my hole. His precum was copious and slippery. 

“Um, sir, your cock is leaking precum on my hole.”

He did not seem to hear me. He just kept teasing my neck and my ear with his mouth. Panting, I closed my eyes and pressed my fingers into his back. His cockhead rubbed against the rim of my hole, coating it with more of his leaking lubricant. The pleasure was enticing. 

Panting, I repeated myself more loudly, “sir, your cock… leaking…my hole.”

“Yes, it is. I was wondering if your hole likes my precum.”

“Definitely, but I have condoms if you want to fuck me, sir.” 

“Where?” he asked with hot breath against my neck.   

I pointed to the nightstand,”Here…” I tried to reach for one, but he did not yield. His body stayed on top of mine. 

“Not just yet. Let’s just make out a little while longer,” he whispered against my ear. As I opened my mouth to answer, he slipped his tongue past my lips. My tongue entwined with his, and my body melted under the heat of him. 

He lifted his face from mine and gazed into my eyes. His golden eyes seemed to shimmer as a warm smile spread over his lips. “You are so beautiful. Thank you for letting me come here tonight.”

I was surprised at the tenderness and genuineness of this moment. “Thank you, sir, for coming here. You are incredibly hot.”

His smile beamed for a moment as his eyes traced my body beneath him. “You are very relaxed now, aren’t you?” he asked. I nodded slowly and grunted affirmatively. 

“I thought so,” he said as he rubbed more of his precum on my nipple with his thumb and then licked it. With his mouth against my nipple, he spoke seductively, “You are enjoying yourself with me.” 

I whimpered in agreement. His leaking cock pushed against the rim of my hole. I felt the rim yield slightly. I gasped in a whisper, “condom!” 

“But you like the feel of my cock drooling on your hole,” he said right before clamping his mouth onto my nipple and making my back arch in ecstasy. 

“Fuck…” I gasped. “Yes, sir. I do.” His mouth did not stop tantalizing my nipple. I shuddered in delight. 

He released. “I’m glad.” Then, he raised his eyes to mine with a more serious expression. His eyes bored into mine. “I wonder how deeply we can enjoy each other.” 

His eyes traced my face and then settled into my eyes. His hand cupped the side of my face tenderly. I felt like he had just opened his soul to mine, and I fell in. I felt light headed. The room seemed to fall away, but I could not look around because I could not take my eyes from his gaze. He moved his face closer to mine. He held my gaze. 

“I’m going to slip a finger into your hole now. Relax and let me in.” 

I nodded as his finger began to penetrate. It slipped inside me very easily. “Ohhhh, sir.”

He smiled softly again and nodded. “Good man. You like the feel of me slipping in and out of your hole.” 

Mesmerized by the gaze of his golden eyes, I nodded. “Yes sir. Feels so good.” 

“Yes, it does.” He withdrew his finger for a moment. “And now?”

“Sir?” I didn’t understand what he meant. 

“Does it feel good when I am not inside you?”

I chuckled, “Well, it feels better when your finger is inside me, sir.” 

He slipped it back inside me. 

“That’s better, sir.” 

He began to smirk a little as his finger slid in and out of me. “Feel that?”

“You fingering my hole, sir?”

“Yes. Notice how smoothly.” 

My attention was focused on his face, his eyes. I had to concentrate on my hole for a moment. I felt his cock head just above my hole. “So slippery…”

“Yes. That’s right, boi.” He nodded without breaking his gaze. 

Abruptly, the realization hit me, and I felt a sense of alarm. I tried to push up and away from his finger. “Your fingering precum into my hole?” 

“Shhhh. Shhh..” His eyes widened as he shook his head. Abruptly, he removed his finger. “You wondered how I would feel in your hole. I just wanted you to find out.” 

I relaxed. “What do you mean, sir?” 

He spoke softly, seductively, deliberately. “You like my precum on your tongue,” he paused and subtly nodded. Staring into his eyes, I felt my breathing slowing, steadying. My eyes fixed on his. I nodded in unison with him, and he continued, pausing after each part so I could nod. “You like my precum on your cock… your nipples… your lips… and your rim…. You wondered if you would like it IN your hole.”

I noticed myself nodding again. Fuck. He was right. I had wondered. 

Seeing my nod, he smiled and slipped his finger covered with more precum inside me, “Good boi.”

I squirmed and whimpered. “Condom…”

“Shhh. Shhh.” He stared deeply into my eyes. “It’s okay. I’m just letting your hole get a feel for my precum, boi. That’s all.”

My eyes fixed on his. My breathing calmed, and my body relaxed. “That’s all, aye sir. Just getting a feel.”

He withdrew his finger for a moment. “Your hole likes when I’m inside you,” he said as he slipped his finger inside me again. I nodded. 

He fingered my hole for a while, and then, he pulled out again. As I felt his finger leave my hole, I whimpered disappointment. 

He smiled and made a sound that reminded me of a low, satisfied growl. “You feel empty when I am not inside you.” I nodded. He slipped a freshly lubricated finger inside me, 

As his finger entered me, I squirmed, “and so good when you are inside me.” 

He continued to finger me while his cock leaked precum for him to press into my hole. His eyes held mine. “Now, where is that condom?” He tilted his head back as if daring me to answer. 

Words were hard to muster, but I spoke. “Night…stand.” I pointed with my hand. 

He reached and got one. Then, he reached for the lube. He laid both on the bed beside me. Then, he looked into my eyes again. “You wonder what my cock will feel like inside you.” 

Losing myself in his beautiful golden brown eyes, I nodded, “Aye, sir. I do.”

“In that case,” he said without breaking my gaze, “you should find out—just for a moment.” His eyes widened and his head subtly nodded. 

I gasped as my eyes widened too, and my head nodded, “Aye. Just for a moment, sir.” 

I felt his cock slide to the rim of my hole. He withdrew his finger and pressed his cock head to the rim. “Good boi. You should find out how good my married cock feels inside your hole.”

Mindlessly, I nodded, “should find out how good your married cock feels…” and then, the word married replayed in my head. I tried to look away from his eyes, but I could not. I opened my mouth to speak, and as I did, I felt his cock push through the rim and into my hole. One word of protest escaped my lips before I grunted in pleasure, “Married…” 

“Oh yes, boi,” he spoke softly, seductively, dominantly. “You’re opening your hole bare to a married man.” He pushed his cock deeper. My jaw dropped as I felt him slipping deeper and deeper into me. 

I felt the stretch of my hole as his cock penetrated further and further. I inhaled slowly and exhaled quickly before inhaling slowly again. His cock was not the thickest ever to fuck me, but it was still thicker than average, so I had to breathe through the stretching until my hole had adjusted. 

“You feel my bare married cock deeper and deeper inside you…” he said gently while staring deep into my eyes. 

Nodding, I panted, “Deeper and deeper, but…”

“You want me deeper still.” He said without breaking my gaze. 

My head nodded, but I stopped and shook it instead. “Yes, Sir…But not what I meant…” I felt his cock slipping deeper into my hole. “Condom… please…, sir.”

Holding my gaze and focusing his stare, he slowly nodded and even then, very slightly. “Of course. I just want to get a feel for your hole first.”

“Get a feel first, sir?” I saw him gaze into my eyes and smile. He nodded reassuringly, and I felt myself relaxing. I nodded in unison with him. 

His head moved in a slow nod as his body began to withdraw his cock and slide it into my hole again and again. He was coaxing my hole to open deeper and deeper to take all of him. 

Losing myself in his eyes again, I heard myself echo his last words again, “Get a feel…” My breathing steadied, and my body submitted. 

Feeling this shift in me, he smirked and cooed softly, “Good boi.” 

With each slide forward, his cock went a little further, opened my hole a little deeper. I couldn’t look away from his eyes. When I felt his balls reach my ass, I didn’t want to look anywhere else but his eyes. I didn’t want to be anywhere else but his eyes. 

“Good boi!” he said, sensing my shift. “There you are,” he smiled and leaned his face very close to mine. He held himself balls deep inside me for a moment as his gaze drew me into him more and more deeply. 

I smiled as he finally began to rock his hips. “Oh fuck, sir. Your cock… feels so good.”

“Yes boi, it does. Your hole likes the feel of this bare married cock.” 

His words reverberated through me as he rocked his hips. “Oh fuck, sir. It does.” I moaned reflexively to the pleasure he inflicted. Then, I sighed, “I shouldn’t be doing this…”

His expression showed concern and compassion. “Doing what, boi?” His hips, however, were drawing me deeper into his sway. He looked pleased that I had trouble answering.

I managed to utter, “bare…married…cock.”

His expression changed. He looked like he was consoling someone gently. “My married cock is just getting a feel for your hole…bareback.”

His words soothed my worries, and I basked in the wave of pleasure his cock sent through as he slid back and forth inside me. “Your cock…getting a feel…for the hole…aye, sir.”

Flexing his cock inside me, I gasped. He smiled smugly and repeated, “My married cock is just getting a feel for your hole bareback.” His voice emphasized two words. 

I heard and obeyed the correction. “Your married cock…just getting a feel… for the hole…bareback…aye, sir.” 

He began to glide his cock back and forth. As he gained momentum, he was long dicking my ass. He pulled all the way out and dove back inside. He did this over and over until he had a look of urgency in his eyes. “My married cock has leaked so much precum inside your bare hole. It’s so slippery and wet.”

“So slippery…” I echoed. 

“This bare married cock just pops right in and slips right out.”

“Oh fuck, sir. You’re making my hole feel amazing, sir..” I was lost in the gaze of his deep, mesmerizing, golden brown eyes. 

“The rim of your hole is sticky with my precum, boi,” he said before continuing with a super seductive, an almost hypnotic tone. “My bare, long, thick, married cock is making a mess of your hole. Does your hole like?” 

His words fired my blood. “Yes, sir,” I whimpered. I felt a hunger, a need for his cock inside me. The need made his cock feel so good. 

He spoke quietly as he gazed deep into my eyes. “Your hole wants my full load.” He paused to make sure my eyes were attentively focused on his before continuing, “you want my married cock to breed you.” 

I felt my body tingle with exhilaration so intense my back arched. I gasped, “Breed?!”

He grinned and nodded even as he continued, “Oh yes, boi. Once your hole got a feel of these 9 inches of married cock sliding bare inside you, lubing you with precum, you couldn’t help but feel the need to breed. You wondered what the need was, the craving, the imperative.”

“Oh fuck, sir…” I whined even as I knew he was right. I couldn’t help it. I wanted his full load. “Feels too good. Please. Don’t stop.” I felt my face distort with a pleading expression. My words, quiet but clear, begged him, “Please. Breed. Please. Breed.”

“Good boi. My married cock is not pulling out until I am done.” He pinned my wrists to the mattress. His gaze intensified, “I am going to fill you with my load.”

I heard myself gasp. Looking up into his beckoning golden brown eyes, I felt my mind emptying.

“Your bare hole loves the feel of my married cock lubing it with precum.” 

In my peripheral vision, I lost sight of the room. Everything seemed to fade away except his face. I heard my voice, “Thank you, sir.” 

“Good boi. I am so deep inside you. You are so open to me. You will do anything to obey me.” 

I felt myself nod and smile as I heard my voice, “Oh yes, sir, anything. So open… to obey.” 

“Good boi. Cum for me. Show me how good my bare married cock feels inside you.” He teased as he began a steady rhythm of fucking me. His rhythm was unrelenting, seductive, domineering. 

I felt a wave of lust wash over me and flood my thoughts. My body was drowning in it. He thrust to his full depth and began to drill. His cock did not leave my hole as he rebounded. He just shifted angle slightly and plunged forward again and again. He did not look away from me but held my gaze. 

“You are so close now, boi… My bare married cock is inside you… breeding you.” He sneered at me in a way that felt deeply erotic. From the look on his face, he knew exactly what he was doing. “You’re close, boi.”

I could feel my own load building. I would not last much longer, and I nodded, panting, unable to form words. 

“Good boi. Keep your eyes on me. Stay here with me while I fuck you over the edge. I want to see your eyes when you surrender your load.”

“Aye, sir… your eyes… when you make…me…,” I gasped for air as he fucked me over the edge, “CUM!”

I forced my eyes to stay open and held his gaze. I felt my toes curling. My jaw dropped, and my breathing staggered. Pleasure seized my whole body. His cock did not stop drilling me as my load exploded from my cock. The first rope struck my face. So did the second. The third landed on my neck. The rest reached my chest or my stomach. He did not slow down. He did not look away or let me look away. His eyes held mine, and the thrusts from his cock into my hole were erotically excruciating. 

As my orgasm subsided, I noticed that he now looked more determined. The thrusts felt more aggressive, stronger, harder. My hole was taking whatever he angle he thrust. After his next drive, he drilled deep and held for a couple of seconds. Then, he pulled back and thrust forward again and held balls deep. He groaned as his body shook. My hole could feel his cock pulsing and flexing inside me. His body shuddered, and he gave me a few more thrusts before he blinked hard and exhaled. 

His eyes were still on mine. Seeing I was still enraptured, he smugly smiled a full open-tooth grin. “Your hole just became a cum dump for a married man, boi.”

I felt a wave of lust mixed with regret, “oh fuck…Fuck!”

Nodding, grinding his cock in my hole, he continued, “You will never ask a married man to wear a condom to fuck you again, cumdump.”

“Aye, sir. Never again. No condom. Nothing between this hole and married cock. Nothing to block married seed.” 

He looked deep into my eyes, and curiosity spread across his face. “Damn, cumdump,” his voice sounded surprised. “You are in deep, aren’t you?” His eyes examined mine and my face. 

“Yes, sir.” I whispered remotely. “Too deep.” His face and eyes were all that I could see. Even though my load was spent and I knew his filled my hole, I still felt the hunger, the need. His cock was still hard and slowly grinding its new cumdump. The hole was trying to milk his cock. Seeing his face, I saw his expression as he studied me for a few minutes. He looked pleased. 

“Good cumdump,” he said as he reached for my phone. He held it in front of my face so it unlocked to the app. “I wonder,” he mused as he began to look through the app on my phone. A smug, almost evil grin spread over his face. “I wonder what it would feel like to fuck your hole again… after a few more married men come over and breed it.”