The Room

From the Previous Episode:

“Well, hello Anton. I am sure this is a surprise for you…but not for me. I have been planning this little session ever since you walked into the bank looking for a job.  Look at my cock, Anton. Nice isn’t it. It’ll slide into you easy at first, then it’s going to stretch your little cunt and finally it will slip up into you. It will stay put because of that nice thick middle - you’ll be impaled and you won’t be able to pull off it until I shoot a ton of sperm into you and it begins to soften. Kind of like getting knotted by a dog! I am sure it will be painful, Anton, but if that means you just squirm like hell it will give me a lot of extra pleasure. I’d like you to think about that for a while…because first I am going to teach you a little trick that makes me harder and hotter than hell before I ram this cock into you.”

The Room: Episode III

Anton stood in front of Mr. Dothan, numb, starring at the big cigar shaped cock.

“Now, let’s make sure you are really, really clean!” Dothan steered Anton over to the washstand and proceeded to wash Anton’s ass, probing deep inside using soap and water and his long bony fingers.  “Excellent…now, stand facing the wall with your arms resting on the wall, legs wide apart…” Anton did as he was told, looking over his shoulder as Mr. Dothan kneeled behind him, his two hands grabbing Anton’s hips. Anton gasped as he felt a stubbled face press between the cheeks of his ass.

“Ooooh!, oh fuck!” Anton gasped again, loudly as a wet tongue licked across his asshole and then probed inside it. Dothan moaned as licked and probed, one hand stroking Anton’s stiffening cock. Anton moaned as he was flooded with waves of unbidden erotic pleasure. It was so intense his knees began to buckle and he came to the verge of an orgasm.

Mr. Dothan slapped Anton’s ass and stood up. “Wonderful, responsive and tight asshole, Anton. So delighted to see that I can make you come! So, now you know the pleasures of rimming and tonguing you will perform for me!”

Dothan pushed Anton down to his knees. He stepped across the room to pick a thin cane off there wall, then positioned himself against the wall in from of Anton. “Get started…hold back and I’ll use the cane to correct you!”

Anton gulps. Mr. Dotham tapped his right thigh with the cane. Anton took a deep breath…thankful he had washed his ‘john’ when the session started. He tongued the hair asshole, letting liberal doses of saliva run out of his mouth and down Mr. Dothan’s crotch. The ass squirmed as Anton tongued and probed. “Deeper!  Wetter!, Wriggle your tongue!” each time Mr. Dothan demanded some kind of action from Anton he stung his thigh with the cane. Anton quickly learned not to hesitate or hold back.

He knelt there with his face in Mr. Dothan’s ass for what seemed an eternity. His own ass still seemed to be buzzing the new erotic sensations he had just experienced. Suddenly Mr. Dothan pulled away, pulled Anton to his feet and stood him back against the wall. He kneeled behind Anton and again began to tongue his ass. In moments Anton’s knees were buckling again and his cock started leaking. Mr. Dothan chuckled. “Nice and ready…now let’s see if I can make you come…”

Anton felt Mr. Dothan’s cock pressing into him. It slid in easily for the first few inches and then began to stretch him. Anton gasped, moaned and then cried out as Mr. Dothan pressed inward, finally filling him completely. “Oh yesssss!, Oh nice!, tight!” Mr. Dothan rambled on as he breathlessly pumped Anton’s ass, finally making Anton come in a knee buckling orgasm that he caught in his hand and massaged into Anton’s balls. Then he came, forcing inward and upwards as he strained to spurt every drop of his own juice inside Anton’s ass.

With one last thrust he began to step backwards towards the bed - staying inside Anton as he did so. He sat on the bed, Anton impaled on his cock as he breathed heavily while pulling and tweaking Anton’s hard nipples. After a few moments he rolled Anton over onto the bed and began pumping again. He quickly had another orgasm, rested on Anton;’s back for a moment, and then reached for something in a bag by the bed.

He pulled out swiftly. “Knees on the floor, head and arms on the bed!” He pulled Anton to the floor, then straddled his back and sat over the crack of his ass. Anton felt one hand peeling apart the cheeks of his ass as a cell phone sounded off as it made a picture. “Nice cherry busted cream pie picture for my collection.” This is one I will be thrilled to post on the Room’s website…”