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Derek looked at himself in the mirror, admiring his body. Amazing how something can generate so much money! A few hours in front of a camera and boom: money in the account. It was too easy to earn money and privileges when you were hot. Biting his lower lip, the brunette smoothed his big breasts, his huge, round ass, his cock covered by the jockstrap. This was his definitive look now in the lives. Peter had discovered his nephew's antics, but instead of judging him, he chose to join the younger, smarter Hale's profession, showing off on the internet in exchange for money. Now they were both making close to ten thousand dollars a month, sometimes more when they worked together.
For a while now, Peter had become a little more hesitant about doing live doubles, after all he didn't consider himself gay and what happened in those sessions was anything but "real man" stuff. There was hesitation in Peter, and Derek understood and respected his uncle enough to let him be quiet (even though he already knew that his uncle always watched his nephew's livestreams). Taking a seat on his bed, Derek smiled and blew a kiss to his faithful followers. Peter had gone on a date, so tonight it was just Derek and his toys.
"Hi guys! Did you miss me?" Derek asked seductively, winking at the camera as he grabbed the lube, lying back and spreading his legs as he slipped his fingers into his already slippery hole. "Oh, it's still so wet! It's so horny! My ass is on fire!" Gasping, Derek slipped three fingers into his asshole, stimulating himself as he squeezed the bulge in her jockstrap.
He grabbed a 25-centimeter red dildo, lubricating it while showing off his huge phallus to the camera.
"Do you think my ass can take it?" Derek asked, smiling as he couldn't help but stare intensely at the big red cock. Fuck! It was going to hit there, right at the end of Derek's greedy ass, filling him up like he loved to be. "Jesus!", Derek thought to himself; "I'm turning into a hungry little bitch!", he realized, realizing that it didn't matter anymore. Derek loved fucking his ass! He would fuck his ass every day, no matter how or why. And he was male! Straight! He would never give his ass to another male!
•••
"Are we really going to give our asses to a guy?" Peter asked, staring at the e-mail displayed on Derek's computer, who was looking at the message with visible curiosity.
"It could just be a prank. Or not. These people are very strange, they once asked for a used sock, others have gone further and asked for urine and even excrement. There are all sorts of strange people on the internet, uncle." Derek seemed to really believe what was in front of him: an offer he couldn't refuse.
"That's a lot of money, Derek! Not even if we gave our asses every day for the next ten years would we come close to that amount!" Peter paced back and forth nervously. "We're straight! We promised ourselves that we would never give our asses to any man! Not one!" The elder Hale then leaned his arms on the white marble counter, looking Derek right in the eye.
"I know!" Derek replied, exasperated, beginning to get annoyed with Peter's desperation. "But think: a lot of straight men make gay porn. We're not going to turn gay just because a guy's going to eat our ass. We've given it to fake dicks before, it won't make any difference to a real one!" Derek shrugged, coming up with his own line of reasoning to justify the two Hale guys getting it on.
"Yeah, you're right," whispered Peter, filling his lungs with air and exhaling slowly, controlling his anxiety a little better. He held out his hand to his nephew, who shook it and then leaned in to kiss his uncle's lips, affectionately (and heterosexually, of course!). "We're men. Let's keep being macho!”
"Yes, Uncle!" Derek let out a laugh, amused, slapping Peter on the shoulder. "We're going to get our asses handed to us tonight! But we're macho!"
Peter burst into laughter, patting Derek on the shoulder and kissing him on the mouth once more. It didn't take long and soon the two boys were replying to the message, accepting the offer. They were going to make a lot of money after that. No one would be able to stop the two Hales.
•••
Derek and Peter went to the rich man's house and were greeted by a guard who led them to the mansion's large entrance gates. The security guard, a burly black man almost two meters tall, opened the door and announced the arrival of the two Hale men.
"The pigs have arrived for the slaughter, Mr. Whittemore!" The man announced, closing the large gates and leaving the two Hales in the huge, luxurious entrance hall.
Jackson then appeared, wearing a burgundy silk robe, his slender body was muscular in generous measures, but millimetrically well distributed. His thick cock was evident thanks to the light fabric, and the size impressed both online prostitutes. Would their first time be with a well-endowed boy? Whittemore had two cups in his hands, handing them to the two men, who accepted them a little shyly.
"Wow, it's a pleasure to meet you in person, I love you! I've seen you so many times!" Jackson dispelled all his bad boy pose as soon as he opened his mouth, proving himself to be quite effeminate (as well as being a tremendous fan of the two Hales). "My cock has wanted that ass of yours for so long!" Jackson went over to a dark mahogany cabinet to get a bottle of whisky, pouring himself the drink he had already offered the pair.
Derek and Peter looked at each other suspiciously, raising their glasses to each other and toasting before downing the whisky in one go. Jackson was surprised, noticing how tight both men's shirts were, highlighting their immense chests. Both boys' jeans emphasized their thick thighs and their hot, round, perky asses. Sitting down in an armchair, the rich boy opened his robe, touching his heavy member that reached halfway up his thigh. Understanding what the boy wanted, the two stared at each other, almost as if they were talking by telepathy. They then kissed, at first languidly and tenderly, but soon the kisses became intense, with gasping breaths and silly hands roaming their bodies.
"Yes! Get it!" Jackson was in heaven: the men he loved most were about to fuck each other right in front of him! What more could he want? The cock hardened until it began to throb, the fat balls filled with milk after days without releasing their precious semen. Jackson was going to take a week's sexual abstinence out on those two depraved cunts.
The jackets came off, and soon the shirts were removed by Hale. Their fingers fondled each other's chests, abdomens and nipples, while they continued to drive Jackson crazy, as he watched with a hard-on. It didn't take long and soon their pants were pulled down, exposing the dark jockstraps and big asses of the two whores. They fondled each other's asses, squeezing the firm buttocks, sometimes slapping them hard, marking the skin with red.
"Now come here! Come on! That's what bitches want, isn't it?" Jackson began to masturbate with both hands, jerking his huge cock as an invitation. The two approached, but Jackson frowned and held up a hand to stop them. "Bitches get on all fours!" Jackson said, then whistled and called the two men as if they were animals. This was degrading on so many levels!
Derek and Peter avoided looking at each other, as this was humiliating even for them who sold themselves on the internet for money. They did as they were told, getting on all fours and crawling over to the boy, who jerked his cock at the base to tease them. As annoying as the young man was, he had a big cock, 27 centimeters to be exact.
"You can suck it! Pay attention to my cock, but don't forget my balls!" Jackson ordered, and the two men obeyed.
Derek took the huge cock in his hand, feeling the heat emanating from it, and then his lips wrapped around the pink glans. Jackson snorted, leaning back in his chair as he received the talented blowjob from the younger Hale. Peter, who was much more inexperienced, chose to focus his attention only on the rich boy's balls, putting them in his mouth and sucking on them, trying not to get in the way of Derek's blowjob. It didn't take long, and soon the busty brunette was already beginning to accommodate more than half of the big, thick cock, his pink lips stretched by the invader.
"Fuck! You guys are so hot!" Jackson exclaimed, his eyes rolling in his sockets as he gasped, his hands stimulating his nipples as he received the most delicious oral sex of his life.
Derek pushed forward, taking more of the big cock into his mouth, his eyes watering as he tried his hardest to fit the whole monster into his mouth. He pulled back, red and sweaty, desperately searching for oxygen. Jackson grabbed his cock and slammed it repeatedly into Derek's face, spraying him with saliva and pre-cum.
"Your turn, big uncle!" Jackson turned his cock to Peter, who let go of his fat balls and moved to the monster cock, sucking it with erotic moans. He was faster than Derek, even though Derek could take less than his nephew, and Jackson got excited and grabbed Peter's hair, speeding up the sucking even more. The erotic sounds of oral sex were like music to Jackson's ears, as he slipped three fingers into Derek's mouth and sucked on them. Four fingers were shoved in, and the younger Hale remained sucking Jackson's fingers submissively.
Derek and Peter had been so submissive that it surprised Jackson. He knew that they both performed well, that they often pretended to be pleasured even though they were exhausted, but he could never have imagined that these two men could be so... slutty? Submissive? Sluts desperate for cock?
"Look at you! Two poor straight guys sucking cock for money!" Jackson sneered at the two, who remained focused on their tasks. Holding the two's heads, the young heir forced the Hales to suck his cock, his lips sliding up and down, making a sandwich with his cock. "I'm sure your parents would be very proud to see uncle and nephew like that, humiliating themselves for money. And you were so cheap! I didn't even have to spend much to get you two."
Derek and Peter had already read countless comments on their livestreams, from "what a hot man" to "I'm going to rape you and shove a baseball bat up your hole", so they were both used to hearing insults. However, hearing this kind of cursing out loud and in person seemed to have a different effect. It was stronger, in a way. More humiliating. And Jackson seemed to be aware of this.
"I should show you for everyone to see, the two of you shoving a bunch of dildos and vibrators up your asses for money. How much did you make on your last live, huh?" Jackson pulled Derek by the hair, slapping him across the face.
"A thousand dollars," replied Derek, submissively, his eyes on his cock as he tried not to look Jackson in the eye.
The rich guy pulled Peter away, and he didn't even have to ask again, as the older Hale soon answered.
"Seven hundred dollars, sir," replied Peter, much more submissive. His hair was let down, and he was soon sucking Jackson's big cock again, as always obediently.
"Ha! That's funny!" Jackson mocked the two, who were sucking and licking his cock. "I just spent a thousand dollars on a cell phone game! My allowance is like three times what you guys get!”
The two men didn't answer; they opted to continue sucking the spoiled boy's cock, so they wouldn't risk any reprisals from him.
"Stop it, bitches. Get on all fours on the sofa." Jackson stood up, pointing to the black sofa, which looked very expensive.
Obediently, the two big men did as they were told. Leaning their arms on the back of the sofa, the two Hale men stuck out their huge asses. Peter had very hard, smooth buttocks with a slightly jutting, pink hole that kept flashing. Derek's buttocks were rounder, softer and with a few hairs that were barely noticeable from afar. Derek's hole was redder, rounder and with a natural gape.
Stunned by the sight, Jackson approached and put his hands on both asses, feeling them. Peter's ass was tighter, a little darker because of the tanning he had done. Derek's ass, on the other hand, was whiter and also softer to the touch, although it wasn't flabby. In short: they were two monuments and Jackson couldn't decide what to do first. Kissing Peter's buttocks first, Jackson soon opened them up and stuck his face in there, roaming around with his tongue and finding the hole, where he stuck his tongue in and began to explore the older Hale's insides. Peter bit his lower lip, his hands tightly gripping the back of the sofa as he rested his head on it, flashing his hole uninterruptedly at Jackson's agile tongue.
As he devoured Peter's ass, Jackson took advantage and brought his fingers to Derek's hole, invading it and starting a languid penetration, always making a point of going deep and hitting Derek's prostate insistently, making him move his hips back and forth, impaling himself on the two fingers that invaded him.
"Fuck! That's it!" Derek moaned, his right arm resting on the back of the sofa, while his left arm reached out to squeeze and smooth his uncle's ass. "What a hot tongue!"
Jackson withdrew his face from Peter's ass, panting and grinning. He was fucking horny now. He slapped Peter's ass excitedly, emitting an excited cry.
"Wow!" Jackson exclaimed. "That ass deserves a ten!" Then Jackson turned to Derek's ass, slapping it while his fingers still remained in the soft, cozy interior of the younger Hale. "Now it's your turn, bitch! Ready to have your pussy eaten?”
Derek, who was sweating and still moving slowly to fuck himself on his fingers, smiled, nodding emphatically so that he could make it clear how much he wanted it. Jackson wasted no time; he spread the buttocks of that fat ass and fell into Derek's slightly eroded hole, who gasped and lost his breath with his long tongue invading him. Jackson definitely had a talent for eating ass.
Peter, who remained on all fours on the sofa, turned his face towards Derek and smiled, both of them panting from the intensity of the cunthole. Stretching out his left arm, Derek reached for his uncle's ass, slipping three fingers into Peter's slightly stretched hole, eliciting passionate gasps from the older Hale. Soon four fingers invaded Peter, making him thrust his ass out even more, showing how much he wanted to be fucked.
Jackson, who still had his face buried between Derek's buttocks, used his hands to spread the heavy buttocks, showing off the slightly reddened hole. He spat into the hole, slipping four fingers into the younger Hale. Derek, loving the intense stimulation in his ass, decided to move all four fingers inside Peter, fucking him harder. Uncle and nephew kissed, Derek's beard brushing against Peter's smooth skin, who reciprocated the caresses by slapping and squeezing his dear nephew's huge, fat ass.
"What a treat you two little cunts are!" Jackson exclaimed ecstatically, withdrawing his fingers from inside Derek and then slapping the brunette's ass. The older Hale was the second to receive a hard slap on the buttocks, making Peter moan as he thrilled to the young rich man's slaps. "Come on, little sluts. Let's go to the bedroom."
Naked, Whittemore began to climb the stairs, delighting the two Hale men with the sight of his delicate, well-rounded ass. The two men started to walk, following their master, but the young man just looked over his shoulder in a judgmental way, making them both swallow and get down on all fours on the floor, crawling as they had been ordered to do before. The young millionaire opened the door to his room for the two prostitutes, letting them in. Jackson's room was huge, all themed, with black sheets on the bed, a shelf full of dildos, vibrators and lubricants, as well as black leather suspenders, pants, boots, jackets and jockstraps. It was a BDSM paradise.
"You, on all fours," Jackson ordered, and then Derek obeyed and climbed onto the bed, getting on all fours and sticking out his huge ass to be enjoyed. Whittemore then went over to one of the shelves, took out two dog collars and put them on the two boys. They looked much better that way. Jackson took the lube, pouring it on Derek's ass and spreading it around, making the fat ass glisten under the white light of the room. "You too, little bitch!" Whittemore snapped his fingers for Peter to get on the bed too, which he did. "Ride him!" ordered Jackson, making Peter get on top of Derek. The position wasn't the best, but everything was perfect for the young millionaire.
Lubricating his own big cock, Jackson began to masturbate while admiring the way the two asses lay on top of each other, huge and caked with lubricant. He slipped two fingers into each hole, teasing them. Peter, in particular, kept his hands on the bed, his face glued to his nephew's. The young rich man added a third finger to both holes, teasing them and barely giving them time to get used to it; he already slipped a fourth finger in, opening wide those two holes that would soon get to know a real cock for the first time. When both holes were well coated, Jackson withdrew his fingers and then positioned his throbbing cock in Derek's hole, making him gasp as he felt the cock invade him deliciously. Jackson had lubricated well.
"Fuck, what a hot ass!" Jackson groaned as he admired his huge cock sliding past his fat buttocks, invading Derek's tight interior. When it was almost all the way in, Jackson felt his balls rubbing against Derek's buttocks, which made him gasp. Peter's ass then slammed into Jackson's abdomen, who laughed and slapped his buttocks hard, making them jiggle. "Yeah! Shake your hot ass for me!"
Jackson began to move his hips, fucking Derek's ass while he played with slapping and squeezing Peter's buttocks, as if he were testing them. The older Hale shook his ass, smearing Whittemore's abdomen and chest with lubricant, but this only seemed to encourage him to fuck Derek's ass harder. The rich young man's fingers invaded the older Hale's insides, pulling his anal lips open. With two fingers of each hand in the sloppy hole, Jackson stretched Peter's greedy, over-lubricated ass. It was 27 centimeters of cock, after all, surely the two whores wouldn't be able to take it all at first.
The anal invasion was superior to any dildo or vibrator Derek had ever experienced before. The sensation was completely different from what the younger prostitute could have imagined. There was discomfort, of course, but there was also a curious sensation of expansion in his anus, the titanic cock allowing his anal walls to widen, the head of the dick poking at the brunette's prostate, generating shivers and a sudden feeling that he was going to piss at any moment. He relaxed his anus, allowing his hole to remain open around the big cock, his anal lips stuck to the huge meat, not letting it escape under any circumstances.
"You fucking bitch! You're begging for cock! Look at that pussy!" Jackson grinned, slapping Derek's plump buttocks and making him blush. Whittemore's hands soon returned to Peter's big ass, and soon four of his fingers were already invading the older Hale's hole. "Look at that old whore! So old and selling his ass for money! You should be ashamed of yourself. How old are you, eh? 40?"
Peter, humiliated and reduced to nothing more than a piece of meat, fought the urge to punch the boy in the face. There was a lot of money at stake and he couldn't risk losing it all because he was hot-tempered. A strong slap hit the crown's ass, jolting it.
"I asked you a question, bitch!" Jackson complained, slapping Peter across the face, who was slightly disoriented by the force of the blow. He shook his head trying to get his bearings, planting his hands on the sheet and trying not to fall on top of Derek.
"I'm 47," Peter replied, feeling humiliated. Unlike the lives, where he acted under a pseudonym and could ban rude users, it was different here: Jackson was in control, so there was no option but to obey the money-grubber.
"Ha ha ha ha!" Jackson laughed, and even stopped fucking Derek, finding it funny. "Holy shit! You're old enough to be my dad! And you, huh?" Jackson, laughing his ass off, grabbed Derek by the chin and forced him to look him straight in the eye.
"I'm 37," whispered Derek, feeling more invaded by the question than by the cock fucking his ass.
"Fuck, you're like twice my age! You could be my dad and you could be my big brother, or maybe my mom?" Jackson pointed first at Peter, then at Derek, amused by the degradation of the two men. Pulling his cock out of the younger Hale's hole, the boy put his hands on his big buttocks, opening them up so he could admire the gaping hole in Derek's ass up close. "Fuck! Look at that! Look at the size of that hole!"
Derek felt the air rushing into his anus, showing just how fucked up he was at the moment. He tried to wink, but he couldn't close it, which amazed him. Air escaped from his ass, causing Jackson to laugh and Derek to blush with embarrassment.
"Fuck! Are you farting? Is your ass that loose?" Jackson laughed, putting three fingers of each hand in the crack, pulling it back and exposing even more of the younger whore's reddened cavern. Grabbing the tube of lube, Whittemore slammed it into Derek's ass, invading him completely without even giving the poor passive man time to react. The slippery ass did its job, pulling the object in, to the point where it was only possible to see part of the bottom of the tube.
"Can you take it out and fuck me again, please?" Derek asked, head down and wondering if all this humiliation was worth it. Jackson's fingers entered his hole, trying to pull the tube out, but the excess lubricant made it too slippery for him to grasp and pull it out. Realizing that there was no way to get it out, Jackson just shrugged, climbing onto the bed and squatting over Peter's fat ass, starting to rub his cock between his buttocks to find his hole. "Hey, wait!" Derek complained, alarmed. "The tube is stuck in my ass! You've got to get it out of here!"
"I don't give a shit," replied Jackson, finding Peter's hole and immediately shoving his cock in, sliding it through the lubricated anus and feeling the strong squeezes that seemed to 'chew' his cock, making it pulse uninterruptedly. "Fuck! What a tight ass, big uncle!"
Peter felt strange, but at the same time he could tell that his prostate was being poked insistently by the fat, red glans. Peter's own cock, loose and crammed between his abdomen and Derek's broad back, throbbed, stimulated by the tightness it received and drooling a lot of pre-cum. Stimulated by Jackson's thrusts, Peter began to enjoy it, receiving the virile thrusts that made his ass bounce, constantly crashing into the young millionaire's healed abdomen, who loved the fuck more and more every minute.
Derek, who had remained on all fours and was supporting Peter's weight, now had to push hard in order to expel the tube of lubricant stuck in his anus. He put his arms on the mattress, then his head on them and then pushed harder, pushing the object out with absurd pressure. Like a torpedo, the tube of lubricant was expelled far and wide, surprising everyone present, who stopped fucking to see what had become of the object flying across the room. The lube had been thrown far away, hitting the wall and knocking over a painting.
"Fuck!" Jackson laughed, still with his cock inside Peter as he turned his body to see the tube on the floor. "What a powerful ass, huh, Derek? Congratulations!" Complimented the young millionaire, then went back to concentrating on fucking Peter, ramming his anaconda into that tight ass.
Derek's busted ass winked, unable to close, and then the younger Hale pushed and his ass squirted excess lubricant inside. Apparently the oily liquid had leaked out of the tube and into Derek, filling him up even more. He bit his lower lip and put his hands back on the mattress, blinking his anus as he loved feeling the oil moving around inside him, sometimes squirting out of his ass.
Jackson wasn't able to see what was happening, as he was too busy fucking Peter's ass, which was constantly bumping into his abdomen. Pulling his dick out, he admired Peter's little hole, and then he shoved his big cock into Derek's slippery interior, feeling the pressure of the lubricant trying to expel his cock from there, which only made it even tastier. Jackson rammed four fingers into the older Hale's wet hole, fucking Derek relentlessly. Peter's ass chewed on his fingers, teasing him, leaving the young millionaire torn about which ass he was going to fuck.
"I can't choose which slut is better!" Jackson confessed, slapping Peter's ass and shoving four fingers back into his hole, opening it up even more. His thumb rubbed against the stretched anal lips, trying to force its way in. Unable to resist Peter's elastic asshole, Jackson decided to thrust into him again, and soon he was fucking the DILF once more.
The two Hale men remained in the same position for the rest of the time, at Jackson's whim, as he continued to fuck both men alternately. Covered in sweat, Jackson remained steadfast in his mission to fuck the two prostitutes, even if he had to push himself to the limit to do so. At one point he put his hands on Peter's shoulders, his breathing labored as he thrust into him, almost exhausted with fatigue. He wouldn't be able to go on much longer.
"Wait just a second..." whispered Jackson, pulling his cock out of Derek's ass and then lying down on the fluffy carpet at the foot of the bed. His cock remained hard, pointing towards the ceiling, but he was so exhausted that he could barely open his eyes. "I just need... a minute."
Peter got off his nephew, finally reaching out to him and helping him off the bed. The two of them couldn't help it: they grabbed each other, kissing right in front of the millionaire, who stared at the erotic scene right in front of him. He propped his elbows on the floor, taking a closer look at the two naughty prostitutes making out. Why were they so hot?
"Come here, sluts," Jackson called to the two whores, who got on all fours and crawled over to the young millionaire. The two took turns sucking the 27-centimeter cock that tasted and smelled like ass. "Oh, yeah! That's it! Suck my big cock!"
The two of them remained smeared with lube, but at no point did they stop sucking. They were very committed whores, Jackson had to admit that. He would certainly hire the two bitches again.
"I want you to sit on my cock, Peter," Jackson ordered, promptly obeyed by the older Hale. He positioned himself, squatting down and fitting his fat ass on the monster cock, starting to swallow it with his ass as it began to bounce. Every time he sat down, more and more of the big cock entered Peter. "Great! Derek, suck your uncle!"
Derek was surprised by the act. He'd already sucked Peter, obviously, and vice versa, but he'd never thought that Jackson would want to satisfy either of them. Whittemore had already made it clear that he didn't care much about the pleasure or well-being of either Hale. With his legs spread wide, Peter braced his feet and hands on the carpet, bouncing on the boy's cock and thrusting his cock simultaneously into his nephew's mouth.
"Turn your fat ass over for me, bitch!" Jackson commanded, promptly obeyed by the kid, who turned his big ass around to be slapped by the eccentric rich guy.
Jackson spread his full, heavy buttocks, slapping them, shoving two fingers from each hand into Derek's already gaping hole, opening it wide and stretching the whore's anal lips, forcing them open even wider. Punching four fingers into the younger Hale's anus, Whittemore gave his big ass virile thrusts. Derek, meanwhile, remained focused on the task of sucking his uncle's cock, deep-throating it and eliciting horny moans from the DILF.
"Okay, Derek, now sit on your uncle's cock!" The boy ordered, making Peter stop humping and Derek stop sucking, both turning their attention to Jackson. "What?"
Derek did as he was told, squatting over Peter and starting to accommodate his uncle's cock. His big ass faced Jackson, who could witness Derek's ass being fucked by his own uncle's cock up close. Peter closed his eyes, throwing his head back as he moaned hoarsely, bursting with arousal as his cock was swallowed by his nephew's greedy ass. Peter began to rock back and forth, sometimes sideways, his ass chewing on Jackson's cock and his dick pulsing inside Derek's pussy.
"Fuck! What a boner!" Jackson moaned, biting his lower lip as he got excited by the erotic scene unfolding in front of him.
Uncle and nephew kissed ardently, their arms wrapped around each other as they fucked and were fucked. Peter grabbed Derek's cock, trying to jerk him off as he rolled around on his dick. Derek's cock was slobbering and throbbing, and he soon started panting as he was fucked.
"I'm going to cum!" Derek announced, his eyebrows knitted together and his face bathed in sweat as he was fucked. "Holy shit!"
"Don't you dare cum, you bitch!" Jackson shouted, slapping Derek's big ass and making Peter stop jerking him off. "Get off me!" Jackson shouted, and was promptly obeyed by the two whores, who got to their feet and stopped fucking. Whittemore, still lying down, couldn't help but admire the two muscular men. They were like two Greek statues that had come to life, so perfect were they both. It took him a few seconds to come to his senses and stand up, imposing himself on the two dirty, incestuous whores.
"Forgive me, Master," Derek begged, ashamed. He hadn't known he was forbidden to cum.
"If I'm going to cum, let it be in a ass. Peter, lie down on the bed." Jackson pointed with his chin to the bed, on which Peter climbed and positioned himself as instructed. "You can get in there and cum."
Derek swallowed nervously. His cock throbbed at the idea, of course, but his mind insisted on telling him that it was wrong. Terribly wrong. It was one thing for the two of them to get it on together and kiss, but it was another for them to actually fuck each other. Jackson, as always, continued to show no appreciation for morality, treating the two prostitutes as if they were nothing more than toys for his amusement.
"What are you waiting for?" Jackson asked, slapping Derek on the ass and urging him to fuck his uncle right away.
Taking a deep breath, Derek grabbed his stiff cock, sliding it into Peter's sloppy hole and then shoving it in. Peter closed his eyes, holding his breath as he felt his cavern explored by the cock, and it wasn't long before the DILF began to masturbate, aroused by the constant poking of the glans into his prostate.
"Fuck! Get it in my pussy!" Peter cried out, covered in sweat as his body jerked with Derek's thrusts.
"Come in his ass!" Jackson ordered, grabbing Derek from behind and shoving his cock up his ass, fucking him and encouraging him to fuck Peter even harder.
Feeling spasms from the burning desire, Derek began to fuck Peter intensely, but in a disorderly manner. It was clear that he was at his peak. On his toes, Derek accelerated his thrusts, his breathing ragged as he reached his peak. With a roar, the younger Hale came profusely in his uncle's anus, making him roll his eyes in his sockets as his masturbation was accelerated by him.
"Fuck!" Gasped Derek, exhausted, still shaking and lying on Peter's body, reaching for his lips and kissing him.
Jackson, who was still fucking Derek, attentive to all the action, withdrew his monster cock from the busty brunette. He then pulled the younger Hale by the hair, stopping the incestuous kissing of the two cocksuckers. He pushed Derek roughly onto the bed, his ass in the air. Turning to Peter, Whittemore held out his hand to his nephew in a clear offer.
Peter, who was close to orgasm, got the message at first and then positioned himself on his knees on the edge of the bed, shoving his throbbing cock into his dear nephew's sloppy hole, starting to fuck him hard as he hugged the brunette's legs. Moaning hoarsely, the DILF gave one last rough thrust, ejaculating his load into Derek's channel, filling him full of cum.
Now only Jackson remained, but would his insatiable hunger make him cum? He clearly knew how to hold back an orgasm.
"Attention, bitches" Jackson clapped his hands, attracting the attention of the two exhausted men. He lay down on the floor, resting his head on his hands and smiling as he jerked his feet sideways. "I want you to sit on my feet. Get all your fucking ass out on my feet, sit on them and then clean up.”
Derek raised his eyebrows, impressed by his master's unusual request. Peter, for his part, seemed much calmer, and his only reaction was to shrug and approach Jackson, spitting on his right foot and licking his toes, lubricating them. The younger Hale, still trying to get used to the strange fetish, approached Jackson's foot and sniffed it, surprised by the pleasant smell. Trying to lubricate Jackson's left foot, Derek tried to focus on just lubricating his toes, since they would be the first part to enter him. Squatting down with his hands resting on the floor, Derek began to move his ass downwards, feeling the young millionaire's fingers rubbing between his buttocks, sliding along them as he searched for the anus that was already full of cum.
Peter, looking much more at ease, quickly began to lower his ass onto the boy's big foot, rolling his eyes in his sockets and emitting a low, pleasurable roar as he felt his anus being invaded. He moved up and down a little, accommodating his master's foot in his soft, slippery ass thanks to his nephew's semen inside. Derek tried to focus only on swallowing most of the foot, feeling his ring stretch so that he could fit the whole invader inside. The sensation was strange, it wasn't like a hand or a cock, it was... good? The younger Hale began to imitate his uncle, moving up and down on Jackson's foot.
"Yeah, sluts! Sit on my big foot! Look at you two bitches! Eager to be fucked! Not even my feet can escape these greedy pussies!" Jackson laughed, masturbating as he watched first-hand his two slaves humping his foot. Aroused, Whittemore began to masturbate vehemently, stimulated by the degrading sight of the two whores fucking themselves on his feet. They didn't even look like the same well-dressed, polite and imposing men who had walked through his door: they were now nothing more than a shadow of a real man. They were just two whores.
With their bodies bathed in sweat, Peter and Derek kept fucking themselves on Jackson's feet, who in turn could already feel his orgasm approaching. Squirming, Whittemore began to ejaculate profusely, hitting his entire torso, and a little even reached his chin, which he licked as he stretched out his tongue. Still sitting on the young millionaire's feet, the two prostitutes leaned over and began to lick his sweat-soaked abdomen and chest. Laughing, Jackson remained panting as his body spasmed from the naughty tongues of the two whores. As soon as they had finished their dirty work, uncle and nephew kissed excitedly.
The two prostitutes stood up, leaving their feet completely soaked with cum. They had to clean them up, of course, which they did without any complaints. By now Jackson didn't even need to give orders anymore; the two of them were more than used to being dirty sluts.
"You were excellent!" Jackson praised, biting his lower lip and sitting down on the floor, close enough to smell the two sluts' cum-scented breath. "You can leave now. My girlfriend arrives in two hours and I don't want to see any faggots here."
"Okay, we'll leave now," replied Derek, submissively. "We're just going to have a shower and then we'll..." Suddenly, Derek was interrupted by Jackson.
"I said you can leave now!" Jackson said impatiently, making the two prostitutes leave the room, looking for their clothes so they could get dressed and leave. The spoiled brat stared at the fat asses rolling around as the two men left, and it made him smile with pride that he had gotten those two.
Jackson would definitely want to repeat the experience.