“Fuck me mister, fuck me, please fuck me,” I crooned as he bent to the task for a second round.It started earlier when I was working in the equipment room of our boat house. You call me Sir, do you understand. Gay sex …SIR!” with that another brutal slap.This slap was different then the ones my father rained on me, mixed with his closed fist beatings.. He gripped my hips in a death grip and began to jerk and spasm as the cum came up from the bottom of his balls through his long cock and blew into my belly, hot and burning fire, pumping hot cum into my very being… Finally, he slowly pulled out, with a popping sound from the sucking as I tried to suck out the last drops of his sweet cum.He stood back and surveyed his work, smiling. My long blond hair falling over my shoulders”Well, Well, Well..”he murmured, “what do we have here…a little slut girl whore with a hard cock of her own.” He stepped forward and reaching down, stripped my shorts off. “Now, he said in a firm voice. 8 Sharp! Even to this time, I secretly dressed that way, even developing a sultry girl’s voice…Because of my father beating me, I had been living in
