Arrive home from work to find my live-in cashpig on his knees in my spotless kitchen. He's wearing a fresh jock and thigh high socks. He's staying for the week, and he knows his hole is mine the moment I step through the door. He's tucked two $20s in his strap.
A fag so eager to serve gets me rock hard. I approach. The sound of my footsteps makes him tilt his hole upwards – to heaven, to his god.
I tease his hole with the tip of my cock. He begs for it. He's clutching poppers. I tell him to take a sniff and count him down from 5 ... 4 ... 3 ... 2 ... I drive my cock deep into his slave cunt as he inhales. He whimpers like a bitch. He's here to serve.
I leave his hole gaping, my alpha seed poking out of his cunt. It drips. I help myself to both $20s.
