Mason Gets Influenced

Mason gets influenced.

Mason

*Slap*

"Yes... Oh my God, Fuck!"

*Slap, Slap*

"That's right bitch." I grunt.

*Slap* *Slap* *Slap*

"Fuck yes Damian play with that pretty little brown taint," I growl as I continue to beat away at my greasy meat, fapping away uncontrollably as I watch the sexy man on my screen explore his hole and bite down on his bottom lip, obviously overcome with pleasure.

I'm ass naked in my office, reveling in my manhood, feeling like a primal beast in his den, and Damian, just wants to please me, I can see it in his glazed-over green eyes, his sweat dripping and glossing his curls that sit messily underneath his backward cap.

"Uhn, it's so tight" he mewls while greasing his hole with a generous amount of lube, eagerly slapping himself salaciously between his toned ass cheeks and sliding his pointer finger in and out his man cunt effortlessly.

The way he has his Valentine's Day-themed boxer briefs ripped and hanging around his hips for dear life literally has me drooling for him.

I am utterly salivating at the view of his thick curly bush, that, and the fact he is wide open for the camera, his legs propped up on the arms of his gaming chair, his gorgeous fuzzy hole staring right at me, starving for cock.

"Fuck!" I groan as I continue to brutally pump my meat, wanting to explode all over, wanting to imagine I'm deep inside him, on the edge of breeding him, filling him with all my goo, ultimately having my sticky sweet life source bubbling and dripping its way deep inside him.

"Bitch me out, Daddy, make me your whore." Damian moans as he contorts his body in his leather chair, his voice lightening from its usual deeper tone and transforming into something more delicate... something more... feminine.

This switch up from his usual personality sends me through the roof. It's like he's becoming more vulnerable than he's used to, and this time it's just for me.

Before I know it, the pumping of my cock is no longer coming from me, barbarically stroking myself mercilessly. My body completely takes over and begins to erupt uncontrollably.

I can't help but curl my toes and toss my head back as if by instinct, as my ball sack tightens and my entire body seizes in pleasure.

I can feel my eyes cross, my ass cheeks clench, my hole pulsates, and my muscles grow tense as my dick begins to throb and spurt out thick and creamy ropes of jizz all over my body, desk chair, and anywhere else my seed decides to glaze.

I can't stop shaking, I can't stop convulsing, my whole body is throbbing so viciously I can hear my desk chair repeatedly scrape against my hardwood floor as I continue to spray sticky warm splooge all over, completely painting my office with my essence.

I feel like I can't breathe, and my soul needs to reenter my body from the travel into ecstasy it just experienced.

As I'm slowly coming back into reality, I start to notice the globs of nut that have been flung across the various spots in my office by my violently spurting cock.

"Ha -ha, fuck, what a mess." I chuckle to myself maniacally.

I look down at my right hand and notice a creamy wad of my cock juice clinging onto my skin. I flick it to the floor, adding to the chaos of cum stains I've created, and try to focus back on my computer screen.

I see Damian still going at it, fingering his hole and moaning so needily, wanting to be filled, the sight of him makes my cock twitch, but I won't fall for it, I'm not going to spend the whole day cranking my meat to some random man on the internet.

I carefully navigate to the tip-your-creator option, trying extremely hard to not leave my keyboard or mouse gummy with leftover cock snot, and send Damian a generous two-hundred-dollar tip.

I was pretty backed up, and he gave me exactly what I needed for release. It was well worth it, in my opinion.

Just as I am about to close the window and get to cleaning both my body and my semen-drenched office, I notice a new message alert pop up on my screen.

Hmm.. this is different...

None one has ever directly messaged me on here before...

I curiously click to open the message, and I can't believe it, it's him, Damian, messaging me directly in my inbox, I've sent tips to guys before, and never had they ever even said a thank you, and this guy he is top-notch. What could he possibly want?

Damian: Hey

Damian: Thanks for the generous tip!

Damian: What are you up to now, bro?

I take a second to think if I should even bother replying, but hey it couldn't hurt, maybe he wants to give me a live stream for a decent price and I sure wouldn't mind getting off again and adding to the mess my cock has already spewed all over my office.

Me: Nothing much, I just exploded all over my fucking office because of your hot video, no problem for the tip it was well deserved. 🤤

Damian: Hot, I wish I could've enjoyed the show as well. My hole could definitely use a good pounding...

Something about talking to him is turning me on all over again...

It's not just his words, but something about chatting with him makes this all seem a lot more real, and I can feel my cock start to stiffen as I sit ass naked in my desk chair, funky and crusted in nut, anxiously waiting for the chat bubbles to stop dancing and reveal his next message.

Damian: Are you really from Morristown, too?

Damian: Or did you just pick a random location to keep your identity private? 🤔

I hesitate a bit before beginning to type my reply, my instincts are telling me I probably shouldn't be divulging my whereabouts to a stranger on some online porn site, but something about him is so compelling it's as if my body takes over and I begin to type my response, carefully but truthfully.

Me: Yes, I didn't notice we were from the same place actually...

Damian: Haha thinking with your second head I see?

Damian: No worries, we all do it from time to time. 🤣😂

Me: Why do you ask though?

Damian: I ask because that's one of the largest tips I've ever received, no pun intended 🤣😂...

Damian:...it made me curious to see who you were. Then I noticed we were from the same place... then... I had another thought...

My dick is at full attention again, the suspense and the way his words have me curious is turning me on beyond belief, I'm trying to resist the urge to start cranking my meat, but I know if I give in, this guy Damian might have me blow a load twice as large as my last one.

Me: Thinking what? I ask, wanting him to type faster.

I continue to wait, hoping he wasn't just leading me on, playing with me when I'm vulnerable and incredibly lust-driven.

Damian: I was thinking, maybe you might want to meet...

Meet?

Is this really happening?

He hasn't even seen me; he has no idea who I am, but is offering g to meet me?

This has to be a setup, but once again, my body takes over and I begin crafting my reply.

Me: But you don't even know what I look like. What if I'm not your type?

Me: I mean, what would you want to do, anyway?

Damian: You know, possibly check out a local porcelain shop, I need new china...

Damian:...I want to get fucked, obviously, and despite what you see in my videos, I haven't had anything inside me but a toy.

Damian: I'm not your typical guy. Looks mean nothing to me. I like anonymity, and you've been generous, so do you want to come get your money's worth or not?

I feel my stomach tighten and my dick twitch, which sends a little dribble of nut sliding slowly down my rock-hard cock and landing in my musky, full-on bush.

I know I shouldn't be doing this, but besides ferociously jacking my cock in various parts of my house, I never really do anything edgy, I think it's time to end that, I'm going all in, I'm going to fuck Damian into his mattress so barbarically, he'll never forget the experience.

Me: I'm in, when?

Damian: Tonight. 8 pm, or nothing.

Damian: Also...don't be late, this is a onetime thing. Miss your opportunity and it's gone. My roommate will let you in. I'll be... occupied until you enter my bedroom. 😈

He sends me the address and I'm feeling hornier than ever; I look at the clock and see I have a few hours until I need to get there, so I navigate back to his page and click the video I see of him with a purple dildo right at the entrance of his tight hole.

I turn the volume to maximum, fill my rough hands with a generous amount of lube, and click on play.

"I'm such a fucking whore, fuck me, Daddy!" He moans.

*Slap, Slap, Slap*

"Breed my little man pussy, cream your little slutty plaything. I want to get wetter, I want to be drenched in you..."

I watch as he bites down on his lip and whines, slipping that purple monster cock in and out of that beautiful hairy hole so sloppily.

Fuck, he's so hot, I can't wait to pound that tight muscle ass, thrust my hips repeatedly into that tan, slender Twink-like frame...

"I need that baby batter smearing my cunt, fuck it deeper into me, fucking breed me, Daddy, please, I need it so fucking baddd... uhh..."

*Slap, Slap, Slap*

I'm gripping my cock so hard as I pump it's throbbing.

My balls are tight and the veins in my dick look like they are ready to pop and explode at any given moment.

How the fuck is he doing this to me?

I'm jacking my dick so hard at his feminine moans and the way he arches his back as he fucks himself silly on my computer screen.

The way his body is so masculine and how he shifts his voice in pleasure just does something so fucking intense to my body. It feels personal to me, like he's showing me another side of him that not everyone gets to see.

That's it, it for me, just for me. Out of everyone he chose me...

"Fuckiinng Damian! Take this fucking load, you bitch!" I scream.

"Ugh! Take it, you fucking little cumrag bitch!" I can't help but yell out as my body starts convulsing again, pumping hot cream all over my chest and abs.

As I get lost in the fantasy about how I'm filling him up, breeding him deep, I can't help but toss my head back and force my cock to pump out more drops of sticky nut as I come down from my orgasm, making sure I load him up with all my sweet seed, the seed he was begging for while he fucked himself like a filthy little slut on my screen.

When the rush is finally gone, I linger in my chair for a moment, still high off lust, before forcing myself to get up and attempt to clean my home office that I just soaked in more of my steaming jizz.

I don't bother to get dressed because there's no point. I live alone, and the next step is getting this body perfect for my night with Damian, the horny fucker that wants my cock that he hasn't even seen.

He's in for a surprise. I'm not one to be cocky, but I take care of myself, and I do a damn good job.

My body is muscular and toned from all the time I spend in the gym, and my cock is beautifully cut, measuring in at a more than average ten inches. I hope he can handle what he's been begging for, because when I'm horny, it's full-on beast mode for me.

I push myself to get everything back in order and once I'm done cleaning up my mess; I head straight for the bathroom and try to keep the thoughts of Damian to a minimum. The last thing I need is to get horny in the shower and end up creaming my tiles in lust before I even get my hands on him.

Not again, this next load is for Damian, Damian, and that perfect little tight virgin hole...

I pull my shower curtain to the side, turn the knob to the center, get in, and stand directly under the stream of lukewarm water.

I begin to think to myself...

That man's pussy is mine tonight...

All fucking mine.