Johnny kept her pinned, short thrusts of as he deposited every last drop of his massive load into the whores ass. He could tell it was a big one, stars blurring his vision as his orgasm finally subsided.
Johnny collapsed on top of Stacey, still buried to the hilt, and released her hair. Stacey’s head fell dumbly onto the bed, unable to control her muscles. She shook with orgasm after orgasm, the dead weight of Johnny feeling good on top of her. She was safe here. This is where she was supposed to be. This is where his dick was supposed to be.
At length, Johnny rolled off, a triumphant smile on his face.
“Fuck that was good.” He said loudly, “Not bad for my first time fucking a girls ass.”
Stacey couldn’t reply, couldn’t even move. She just laid there, gaping and abused. It felt like something integral had just been pulled out of her. She mourned the loss of his dick, even if she couldn’t handle another second of Johnny’s imperious cock.
Johnny rolled off the bed and took stock of his two fucktoys. Both were barely conscious, dripping from every orifice, every hole thoroughly used and abused. It was the most beautiful sight Johnny had ever seen.
He had taught these whores what it meant to be his slave.
Johnny laughed, standing up on the bed. He had thought of one more indecency. One more reminder of what these cunts were worth.
Aiming his delating cock at his whores, who were too fucked out to acknowledge their Master, Johnny began to piss. They barely moved, even as hot stinking piss doused their flawless bodies.
Johnny was drunk with power, aiming the healthy stream from slut to slut, his bladder violating the stunning girls. Who needed cocaine when you could get high doing this?
The girls curled up into each other, still too hung over and fucked out to do anything but huddle together in a stinking mass of sex and piss. They couldn’t flee his violating stream, couldn’t even muster the will to block it. They just took it like the pair of fucked out whores they were.
Johnny laughed again seeing his piss-soaked sluts spoon each other, curling into each other’s bodies. They were barely conscious.
He felt like a God.
His piss finished, he got off the bed, leaving the cunts to soak in their filth. He was awake, sober, and ready for a shower and a coffee.
Perhaps he’d fuck his whores again after breakfast, he thought with a laugh.
It was good to be King.
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