Jock Spank Novels & Stories

I turned back to watch as the hot muscle jock ripped his beater from over his head, revealing hairy armpits that were literally drenched in sweat. "You can call me Rick" he said, and shed his shorts to reveal a jockstrap that was being swallowed by his large ass. "How much for me to fuck you up that tight little whore hole?" My cock instantly stiffened. As Hunter had recently discovered, being treated like this was a strange perversion of mine, but I was saving my ass for one person and one person only. "I don't fuck" I said, as he stepped closer and grinned. "You're lucky I'm a nice guy then" he whispered, and tugged the front of my pants down, "because some people round here wouldn't be so

who is known for his dong that hangs to his knee. Well, they can have fun, but... How could my Luna look at other men's dangles when she hasn't taken a proper look at my little guy? Although I am not as huge as Hugo is, I am big... I am not called Jumbo JJ (Triple J) for nothing...! Ten inches is not small, is it? Or is it a terrible size for a guy? I think I can make it a half more inch longer if I tried... Of course, he went to Bobby and told him to order Scar- his wife and the mother of his child, to not hire a stripper.

I was still marveling at the places we were passing by when they ushered us to a place that reminded me of a spa Ben often dragged me to for massages. It was at “the spa” that we were pampered, perfumed, and exquisitely dressed in gowns made of fine silk - the kind which I could only dream of ever affording. We asked several times why we were being treated so, and received no answers at first, until one of the women styling our hair got tired of the questions and replied.

So, just cut to the chase boy. ‘Well speaking of the devil herself,’ said Max Dwayne ‘the Snitch just happen to be one of its own co-founders, Melina Spanks.’ I just had the shock of my life and for ten good seconds, I kept staring at Max and the rest of the dance crew and really not knowing what to say in return, I kept my eyes focused­­­­­­­­­­­­ on our dance crew and then finally something jumped out of my mouth, since no one was willing to speak in my defence and it seemed everyone was already believing what they heard from Max.

An arm wrapped around my stomach and sharply pulled me back so I was pressed to a hard body. Jaxon’s palm pressed flat against my belly, holding me in place as he leaned down. “You will change now.” The low command vibrated through my body in a way that thrilled and scared me. “What’s your problem?” “My problem is that you keep disobeying me and that your skirt is far too short when I’m not around.” I laughed. I couldn’t help it. The miniskirt might be short, but the tights were opaque, and my sweater certainly didn’t scream sexy vamp.

She stared at Jocko and waited for the answer. Everyone is waiting. But Jocko suddenly stood up and ran to the quiet sea to do the dare. My jaw dropped in surprise. Almost everyone did not expect Jocko to do that. When he returned, he was shivering. Jeremy immediately handed him a towel. Samantha just stared at the wet Jocko and stared at him. “Okay, I’ll spin again!” Santino said. The bottle quickly spun as he confronted the quiet Lawrence. My back was straightened when I sat down because he immediately looked up at me.

, he said and spanked her hard, "You sound like a school girl. A sl*t like you can do better" "I want you to fill me with your big hard c**k and f**k me hard. I want to screem from pleasure. Please now." "Much better", he said spanking hard and entering her in one swift motion. Jackie gasped from pain and pleasure. He was spanking her and f**king her in the right rhytm, hitting her g-spot. . She gave in to absolute pleasure. She was sweating, and her makeup was melted. Her juices were dripping, and his dirty encouragements were bringing her even more to the edge.

He immediately flipped me onto my stomach like I weighed nothing, yanked my hips up high, and slammed his massive cock balls-deep into my already destroyed asshole in one savage thrust. I screamed into the pillow. Jake started pounding my ass with merciless force — no warmup, no mercy, just pure brutal ownership. His hips crashed violently against my reddened cheeks as he railed my shithole like he was trying to break me permanently. “Take it, you filthy fucking anal whore,” he snarled, spanking my ass hard with every thrust. “This is what you get for prancing around the house in tiny shorts. This tight little shithole is going to be permanently gaping and leaking my cum by the time Mom and

“You keep telling me that. You are right, as I choose reality, I choose being positive. As you already discovered I go off on my own. The picture always in my head, this little old lady with one big ass Harley Davidson all chrome monster of a motorcycle.” Jack burst out laughing, then stopped surprise about the sound. Jazz instantly reach out and touch his hand looking into his eyes. “Guess what Jack, I can see picture you also on a Harley. But at the moment I am a bit in conflict.” “About what?” he just had to asked. “I know I am cool and collected. You I still have to decide between raspberry grey or smooth silvery.” “Are you saying you can actually picture me already as an old man? I can’

She went too far to hurt me like this and she is happy seeing me getting embarrassed. Five guys from the squad enters and What Makes You Beautiful started playing on their background. They were flipping their hair, posing, and imitating Spitfire Strip. Oh my fucking god they're unbelievable! "Hi. I'm Jasper Brady. I suck at football but I still play for a team because I'm a famous Spitfire Strip!" "I'm Silas Cohen. I'm Irish and I act so cool because I'm in the band." "I'm Rowan Easton. I smoke marijuana and make a video of it because I'm the boss. Vas happenin?!"