“All right. Drop ‘em,” I commanded. We stood in the foyer of my too damned expensive
place, the groceries still in bags on the ground.
“Woah, what if I don’t want to?” he said.
“Then you lose the bet and write me a check for the amount on this receipt,” I said,
handing him the $514.67 bill.
He sighed.
“I’m not hard yet. Do I at least get to be properly ready?”
“Sure, but I don’t keep porno mags around here or something. And you don’t get to see MY
tits unless you win, so what the fuck do you expect me to do?”
“I want you to say some stuff. Tell me what you’d really do for a man that size.”
I rolled my eyes into the next zip code. “All right. Fine. For a man that size I would
... I would get down on my knees and worship his cock.” I leaned in, talking more
intensely and softer.
“I’d polish the tip of his knob with my tongue until I could see my own whorish face in
it.”
Now I was whispering.
“I’d cradle his fat balls in my palms and tug on them while I drank every last drop of
his cum. That’s right, I’d be nothing but a jizz-jar for a man that size, a slutty little
big-tittied bitch with a gutful of spunk and a cuntful of cock.”
He groaned, rubbing his hands along his clad length, far, too far down his leg as I
spoke, whispering in his ear now as I watched with interest at the hardening schlong. I
was definitely beginning to get scared of losing. I couldn’t really afford that much! My
rent check would bounce!
He unzipped.
His pants dropped to the floor and my jaw followed right behind them.
Holy mother of God.
Trembling I held the French bread to the top of his hard cock, a little whimper coming
out of my cockstunned face. His cockhead was perhaps four inches LONGER than the
baguette. My brain fought to reject this reality, the fact that I was out 500 dollar only
the smaller shock. My knees were weak. My eyes just roamed up and down the thing. The
head was fat and spear-like in the way it bulged, but even that wasn’t as thick as the
middle of his shaft, which flared out like my thigh in girth.
His arrogant smile was now in full bloom, and I looked timidly, helplessly, in his
sparkling dark eyes.
“I’ll bet you regret having said those things,” he said
I nodded.
“I’ll bet you regret it ... because now you realize that they’re true,” he added.
Oh my God. He was right. My face flushed with my humiliation.
“If you don’t mind, I’d like my reward now. Who knows ... it might actually get me the
rest of the way hard.”
My eyes bulged and I stared down as he lifted the middle of his shaft, showing me how it
still drooped a bit; it was indeed only a semi.
I fainted.
When I woke up, I was a little colder. Looking down I saw that my top was off, and my
bra was next to me, HH cups you could practically fit my head into splayed on the ground.
Paul stood over me, hand slowly wanking his glorious cock with long majestic strokes.
“You’ve got a great pair, Holli.”
So did he. I stared at how his huge balls bounced while he fisted his prick, amazed at
the way his girth kept even his long fingers from really meeting around it.
“You-you can play with them ... if you want,” I said, still blinking awake at this
point.
“Yes. I can,” he said as he put his feet on either side of my hips and squatted down,
balls resting on my thighs like a pair of ripe cantaloupes, hands reaching up to cup and
squeeze my huge funbags. His touch was masterful, and my nipples stiffened right up in
response to his rough, skilled caresses. He pressed my knobs together, fondling those
hard little nubs in the middle now, jiggling my tits against one another with an almost
casual expression on his face.
I arched my back and moaned, body instinctively trying to find a way to offer more of
itself up to him. My boobs felt hot, tingly, and almost swollen with pleasure. He
lowered his huge cock onto my right breast, pressing his shaft into it, making flesh
conformed to his shape, titflesh wrapping up and around the sides of his thick love log,
nipple a button of enjoyment where it ground against the underside of his astounding
tool.
He swiveled his hips, grinding his shaft back and forth across my chest, giving my boobs
a thorough smooshing with each pass, then he let his thick fuckstick slam down between
them, making me grunt from the heavy weight and impact, his big hands gathering my tits up
to wrap around himself, fucking my bra-bombs like they were no thing to him. His cock was
so long and his balls so ponderous, that with every thrust the meaty nutsack raked across
my still-clad clitoris, the mass of his cream-crates pressing through the denim fabric to
really make my already overwrought clit sing with pleasure.
“Let me suck it!” I begged. “Let me cram your big fat cock in slutty mouth and lip-fuck
you. I want your cum in my tummy so bad! Your huge cock is so fucking long anyway, you
can keep right on balling my boobs!”
As if on cue, his huge prong’s slit opened and spilled a nasty wad of pre-spunk on to my
face. I slowly smeared a fingertip through it, then brought that finger to my mouth,
moaning my approval as I drank him in, loving the taste of his sweet sack syrup.
Then he tilted his hips down and plowed his thick head into my mouth, spreading my jaws
so wide that my upper lip almost completely covered my nostrils. My tongue vainly swatted
and slipped along the humongous invader, but he was in control of this blowjob, lustily
fucking my tits as he stuffed his length in and out of me. The sweep of his uncut cockead
was so vast it didn’t pop out of my mouth the way any normal cock would have, but rather
pulled my whole face after it, my lips getting stretched away from my face in a grotesque
mask of whorish slavery.
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