Raging bull

[GTOK]

“Hey there, big fella,” the bright voice on the other end of the said. “How’s your day been?”


Brad Collins stretched and scratched his stubbled chin. “It’s been okay, Amy. How’s yours?” he replied, his big smile shining through his voice because he knew what was coming next. “Come on Brad! You know that every day is a great day when you’re running with the bulls!” she said with a high pitched giggle that reminded Brad of the way the little girls squealed back in high school. Brad knew next to nothing about Amy but figured her to be an older, very mature woman by the tone she’d often take. But most times, she was in the mode he was hearing now - all “ra-ra high school cheerleader and pom-poms." How she could maintain that youthful exuberance the way she did, Brad still hadn’t figured out. But he was glad she was working with him. He often needed that little boost of energy that talking to her provided.


“I assume you have another last minute? This is the third one this week,” Brad semi-groaned. He was appreciative for the work, but he wouldn’t complain for a little time off, too.


“Oh, this one is new but she specifically asked for ‘Big Bradley’,” Amy added with a bit of snarkish-sarcasm and a little girlish giggle. “You’re meeting her at 2356 West Palm Drive at the Monaco. Room 1411 at, well look at that - 7:11! Guess you won’t forget that one, huh?”


Brad couldn’t help but laugh at Amy’s antics. “I guess not,” he said, his deep baritone voice reverberating through his bedroom. “Mmmmmm I love hearing you talk, you know that?” Amy said. “Just hearing you say ‘I guess not’ with that Barry White thing going on just makes me so wet.” Brad was momentarily frozen - he didn’t know whether or not Amy was joking or being serious. She quickly interrupted the silence.


“Well, set minimum is two. Post no later than 10:30. Client requested that we let her know when you get there so text me as soon as you park so I can notify her. Go give ‘em hell, big boy! Later!” Amy said before quickly disconnecting the call.


Brad laid his cell phone down and stretched back out on his bed. He looked over at the alarm clock on the side table - 5:15. “A little over two hours,” he mumbled. “Guess I’d better start getting ready.” He reached down and patted the large bulge draped over his thigh. “Time to get you prepped big guy. Got a new one tonight so we need to be sure we impress.” Brad sat up and swung his legs over the side of the bed so that he was sitting with his feet on the floor. He looked around the room and sighed with a great sense of satisfaction as he looked around his exquisitely decorated bedroom. “I guess I could be doing a lot of other things for a lot less money,” he said as he stood up slowly.


The flicker and light hum of the fluorescent bulbs cackled and came to life as he walked into the large bathroom. Brad slowly took off his t-shirt and peeled off his sweat pants before turning around to face the full length wall mirror. He rubbed his big muscular arms and thick, broad chest, admiring the tone of his pecs and abs. But it was what hung from his groin that made him smile. “Oh how do I love being a Raging Bull!"


Brad had come to hear about the Raging Bull Escort Service from a friend of a friend whose wife’s friend had told her about. It was an exclusive membership that’s claim to fame was the type of men that it employed. Not only were these men considered to be the “best the human gene pool had to offer,” but they also separated themselves as being "the most well endowed men on the planet.” When Brad had applied, he went through very thorough and extremely rigorous examinations, both mental and physical. He was poked and prodded and "head-shrank” for nearly 2 weeks before he was offered induction into the club. He found that it was even more exclusive than he thought; there were only 487 members world-wide and only 32 were located in the United States. Although he had been a member for a year, he was still considered one of the Junior Ambassadors of the US Chapter, having an ID number of 31. Amy Fitzgerald was the US Coordinator and acted as the scheduler, supervisor, confidant and whatever else the guys in the states needed her to be. Brad often wondered when he would get a chance to meet Amy because all of their contact was over the phone or via email. But he never pressed it - he was just happy to be where he was with the opportunity he had. He made more in a month than most men would made in salary for a year and he wasn’t about to rock that boat. He simply took his assignments and went about his work and loved being "Big Bradley."


And it was the work that Brad found so thoroughly enjoyable. At 27 years old, not only was he one of the newest in the US, but he was also the youngest and the largest - which meant that he got a lot of work. When he wasn’t on a date, he was resting/recuperating or in the gym. He prided himself on keeping his body in tip-top condition and that included the maintaining the health and conditioning of the main star of the whole show.


As he stood in front of the mirror, Brad couldn’t help but admire the huge hunk of flesh hanging between his legs. His cock was enormous by any standard of measurement. His official stats were the stuff of legend within the membership: when fully flaccid, his cock was 27cm (10.6 in) in length with a circumference of 16.5cm (6.5 in) at mid shaft and a robust 18cm (7.25 in) at the base. At when he had a full, diamond-breaking erection, his cock ballooned up to a massive 32cm (12.5 in) length and the base reaching 19.5cm (7.5 in) in girth. Each testicle measured to be slightly smaller than a standard baseball at 24cm around. More than any of that, however, was the weight of his genitals, having been recorded at nearly 1Kg (a shade over 2 lbs). Brad recalled how the nurses that were sent to evaluate him reacted when they put his cock on the scale, they’d never seen anything close to what he had. Brad was "the" star among stars.


He lifted the massive heft and slowly traced the incredibly thick dorsal vein that ran the length of the top of the shaft. He turned around and grabbed a small black jar. He opened it and dabbed his finger inside, pulling back a large substance that resembled petroleum jelly. He smeared the substance all over his cock and across the full expanse of his balls, dipping his finger back into the jar several times in order to make sure his package was thoroughly coated. He put the jar back on the counter walked back into the bedroom to his closet where he pulled out a large plastic container and put it on the bed. He opened the top and pulled out a brass hand pump and a cylinder that looked big enough to house and elephant’s trunk. Brad bowed his legs and worked his cock and balls into the cylinder and pressed it up against his body as he started to work the pump. After a few seconds of pumping, he looked at the gauge - 15Hg. “Ahhh yeh, that’s good right there,” he thought to himself as he gave the tube a couple hard tugs to check the seal and another squeeze of the pump handle. He disconnected the hose form the tube and sat down in his recliner. He looked at the time on his phone - 5:30. “Good. Time for a quick nap before the festivities.” With that, Brad set the alarm on his phone and closed his eyes and quickly fell asleep.

 

[Jigajig]

Quite the introduction there I can tell I am going to look forward to this

 

[GTOK]

The soft hum of the alarm brought Brad out of his sleep at precisely 6:15. He stretched and looked down and the mammoth piece of acrylic tubing protruding from his groin. There was absolutely no need for him to use any type of pump or any other device and he knew it. But it was the rush of the sensations and the way it made his heavy baggage even heavier that turned Brad on so much. He stood up and savored the feeling of the weight pulling and digging deep into his groin. He reconnected the pump hose and pressed the small lever near the gauge, releasing the vacuum lock. He slowly pulled the cylinder out away from his body and watched as the gigantic salami dropped and swung back and forth like a wrecking ball. His testicles had ballooned nearly 25%, the hairless, smooth skin of his scrotum stretched to its limits. Brad loved that feeling of exiting the tube and he closed his eyes, relishing the tingle and twitch of his groin muscles as they tightened and strained to hold up the mighty weight.


After a few moments, he straightened up and walked to the bathroom. He turned on the shower and turned to admire himself again in the wall mirror. The big greasy appendage glistened in the soft light and Brad could see vast network of veins running along the shaft pulse and throb. He desperately wanted to grab his cock and stroke it to hardness and drop a load large enough to fill the bowl of his sink, but he had work to do. He hopped in the shower and went about his business of getting prepared for the evening.

 

[GTOK]

Gloria Taylor paced nervously in the large hotel room as she waited on her date to arrive. She’d gotten the text message five minutes earlier that Brad had arrived and would be on his way up soon. She quickly poured herself another shot of vodka (that made 5 in the last five minutes) and downed it in one hard, loud gulp and poured another.


She walked over to the large corner window and stared at the Chicago River below. Even though it was January, Wabash was still lit with holiday decorations. She jerked as she heard the knock on the door. She finished her drink, took a deep breath, fanned herself around her neck and adjusted her outfit. She looked over a the nightstand - 7:11. "Right on time,” she said to herself before slowly walking over to the door.

 

[GTOK]

Gloria nearly fainted in the doorway as she drank him in and had to adjust her stance in order not to tip over. Brad looked every bit the part of what she’d heard - tall, dark, ruggedly handsome and a physique like a Greek god. And the bulge in his pants was as obvious as it was lewd and perverted and hot - he didn’t make any attempts to hide or conceal it and it turned her on even more. A man with the confidence and self assurance to walk around in public like that was a man that she wanted. "Hi, I'm Brad," he said matter of factly, his deep voice rattling Gloria’s bones. She smiled hard. "I’m Gloria. Nice to meet you. Come on in."


Brad strolled past her into the spacious room and quickly looked around to get his bearings and find quick points of exit. He learned early on that not all clients have pure motives and he needed to make sure he protected himself. Over time, he’d learned how to do it so fast and so discretely that the clients had no idea of what he was doing. He took in everything - positions of the drapes, chairs and tables in the room, he looked for signs if there had been another person in the room, etc. He noticed the tall bottle of vodka that was nearly half empty. “Good. She’s pretty loose,” Brad said to himself. “Should make things a bit easier to get her ready.” After he was satisfied with what he saw of the room, he turned his attention to his client. His inspection of the room took all of 3 seconds - Gloria was never the wiser.


Brad looked her up and down and was quite pleased. It wasn’t often that he came across women that fit his ideal body type but Gloria fit the bill perfectly. She was tall, standing 5’8” but leveled out at generous 6’2” with her heels, allowing her to meet the 6’4” Brad nearly eye to eye. She had full, jet black shoulder length hair and eyes so blue that they seemed to shimmer. She wore very little makeup, which Brad appreciated, and she didn’t need it since her skin was nearly flawless - only the small lines around her eyes and corners of her mouth gave away her years.


She was a large woman, clearly in the 14-16 range, but the tone of her arms and legs indicated that she was very fit and wouldn’t have been considered fat or obese. Her breasts were bunched up in the corset and her cleavage sat up in a way that didn’t quite reveal just how big they were - but Brad's trained eye could tell that the woman carried a lot of tonnage on her chest. She wore a long, red chiffon robe over ruby-red and black bra. A very large bra. Her black thigh high stockings were topped with a red and black lace and was accented by her black platform heels. She was a stunner and Brad nearly asked why in the world did she require an escort - she clearly could have had any man eating from her hands.


“I’m glad I was finally able to get a chance to meet the Bradley that I’ve heard so much about,” Gloria said as she closed the door and walked closer to him. One of my friends is a client of yours - Sheila Gibson.” The name instantly registered with Brad and he smiled. He liked Sheila. While she was a bit thinner than he liked his women, she had a fire and feistiness about her that mad sex with her an adventure and always left him feeling as if he’d had a thorough cardio workout. “She says you are by far the largest man she’s ever laid eyes on - and knowing how Sheila like I do, I’m inclined to believe her,” she continued as she moved over and poured herself another shot. “Would you like one?” she offered. Brad held up his hand. “Sure, but only one. I like to keep a clear head.” Gloria smiled as she gave him the glass and quickly downed hers and let her eyes linger on the tremendous bulge in his slacks. “Yeh, I guess you have to keep this body in tip-top condition,” she said, the effect of the alcohol settling in.


Brad noticed and figured it was a good a time as any to get going. “No need to waste time on small talk and pleasantries,” he said, his voice thick and heavy. “Mmmmmm I like how you think,” Gloria said as she let her robe fall from her shoulders into a soft pile on the floor. Brad could feel the pulse in his cock as he looked at her body and how perfectly the corset lifted her big heavy boobs. “Turn around,” he said. "I want to look at all of you." Gloria smiled and slowly turned around so that Brad could get a good view of her ample backside. Brad smiled as he counted the bra hooks: five. “The more, the bigger and the bigger, the merrier,” he’d say. Her ass was big and fleshy and not as toned as he would have liked, but the wideness of her large hips more than made up for any deficiencies that her ass may have had.


Brad threw back his shot, letting it sit in his mouth for a moment and before letting it slowly slide down his throat. The warmth of the liquid slowly spread out from his stomach to his extremities and he took a deep breath. "Time to get to work," he said to himself and he began to unbutton his shirt.


He moved her over to the bed and she instinctively sat down and went right for his belt buckle. Brad smiled as he watched her hands move quickly to remove the belt and unzip his pants. She pulled them down and jumped back quickly on the bed, as if she'd been watching a movie and had been startled. She put her hand to her mouth and stared wide eyed for several seconds before finally looking up at Brad.


“Oh … ” was all her throat would allow her to say.

 

[Lurk11]

Very good so far!

 

[millionman]

GTOK, You haven't really told much of a story, but similarly to St. Valentine's Day and Lance Gets a Physical, you are able to entice the reader into your story without any instant gratification. I really don't know how you're able to build on simple sexual undertone, theme, and the promise of what is to come so beautifully, but I really appreciate your efforts and the resulting work. Write on, please.

 

[stustu]

genius.

 

[GTOK]

Brad stepped out of the shower and stretched until every ligament and joint in his body felt satisfied. He grabbed the thick, plush from the hook on the wall, patted his face and ran it through his hair. He walked over to the sink and stared at himself for a long time in the vast mirror. The cast of the halogen lights in hotel rooms always gave his skin an almost grayish appearance but these lights cast a softer glow that was more natural. He appreciated that and spent a fair amount of time watching the beads of water roll down his chest and stomach, then down to the massive phallus. He lifted the heavy appendage with one hand and with the other, he cupped his big left testicle in his hand, the breadth of it filling entirely filling his big palm. He grinned to himself in the mirror as he gently took his hands away and let is resume its impressive hang.


He finished toweling off and went back into the bedroom. Gloria was still sprawled across the bed, a sedate and extreme look of satisfaction on her face. The bed was a total mess, with sheets hanging off the bed onto the floor and pillows nowhere to be found. The stains and dark spots from the large quantities of bodily fluids expelled were quite evident; Brad was sure that when the maids came to clean up the room, they would’ve thought a pitcher of water was poured on the bed - Gloria had squirted that just that much. And Brad did his best to keep pace with her volume; his orgasms were enough to elicit jokes from Gloria. “On my gosh,” she’d gushed. “You come more than a fucking blue whale! Whatever you do to get your balls to pump so much come, you need to market that,” she’d said between ragged breaths after Brad had launched his third volley of jizz all over her and the bed.


Brad side stepped her heels and walked over to the bar and pulled his phone from its discreet hiding place and checked the recording. When he was satisfied with the footage, he went over to where he’d laid his clothes on the back of one of the large chaise. He put on his watch and checked the time. He pulled a business card from his sport coat pocket, found Gloria’s purse and slipped it inside.


Once he got to the door, he looked back to check the room for a final sweep and to make sure Gloria was okay. She was flat on her back, her huge breasts spread out on either side of her chest, each fat globe touching the mattress underneath. Looking at the big woman on the bed in nothing but her thigh high hose, streaks of thick cum covering her legs, stomach chest and face made Brad grunt. As much as he wanted to go another round, the set had been completed and it was time for him to go.


He closed the door behind him and pulled out his phone. It was 10:29 PM. He typed a simple text message: “Set completed.” When the time flipped to 10:30, he hit send. He provided himself on always being on-time and he knew Amy appreciated his punctuality. A few seconds later, his phone chimed and he read Amy’s standard reply. “Confirmed. Debrief in AM.” Brad smiled and pushed the call button for the elevator.

 

[GTOK]

* * * * *

The machine hummed and purred like satisfied cat after a big meal; the only sounds in the room other than the sound of his own breathing. The vacuum suction of the cylinder pulsed up and down the length of his cock. Pumping was an addiction - he certainly didn’t need it and often he thought if doing so was overkill, if he was somehow damaging his organ. But the way it made his brain swim was just too good of a feeling to let go of. Watching the large head flare under pressure, the large coronal ridge fighting against the interior of the acrylic prison … watching the large veins pulse and throb with each cycle of the machine as it increased the pressure in the cylinder ... the way the base of his cock ached as more and more of his meat swelled and swelled - he loved every facet of pumping and had no intention of stopping - no matter how much bigger he grew because of it.


He hit the quick release button on the hand controls to manually back off on the pressure. The small hum of the machine on the desk beside him gently whined and shimmied as it began its slow pull of space from the tube. Brad flexed and keeled as hard as he could, forcing more blood into the over-engorged chambers of his cock. The big 14” x 3” cylinder was completely full - only 1/4” of space was left near the top.


The satisfaction of knowing that he could pump and pull and additional two inches from his cock was nothing but an ego boost. He could’ve forced his cock to smash against the roof of the cylinder but didn’t for fear of damage from the hose connection. So every time he got close, he’d back off on the pressure. He’d been meaning to get a longer tube but it always slipped his mind. Again, it wasn’t like he needed to get any bigger.


Brad closed the laptop, not bothering to check the readout from the session, and flicked the switch on the side of the machine, cutting it off. The pressure instantly released from within the cylinder and he slid the big tube from his cock, letting it fall to the floor with a thud. He grabbed his cock at the base and started to gently massage and jelq, indicating he was at the end of his session. He noted that his testicles had swollen bit too, even though they were not in the tube. “I’ll get you guys on the next session,” Brad said as he massaged his big balls.


Just as he was about to stand up to go clean up, the chirp of the bluetooth earpiece alerted him of the incoming call. He took note of the time - 9:30 AM. Amy was right on time. He nudged the button with a clean, un-greased knuckle.


Hey big boy,” Amy chimed in, not giving Brad a chance to give a salutary greeting. He’d come to accept that as just the way she was. “Yet again, another satisfied client. “I know it’s Sunday but Ms. Taylor would like to schedule you again for tomorrow night. I know it’s a bit short notice, but she’s willing to pay 3 times premium. She'd wanted you again tonight but her body wasn’t going to let her; she said she needed time for her pussy to regroup and recuperate,” Amy added with a giggle.


“I’m perfectly fine with that. I thoroughly enjoyed Gloria,” he said as he wiped his hands clean of the lube he used during his pump sessions.


“Good, because she went on and on and on about how she really, really, enjoyed you. So let’s start from the top.”


Brad settled back and gave Amy the overview of the previous evening’s festivities. While she didn’t need to know the details of the actual sex acts, Bard was required to let her know the condition of the room, what the client wore, any toys or devices that were used, if any drugs were consumed, any fetishes or special requests the client wanted, etc. Brad could hear Amy typing away as she took dictation on the transaction. The whole debrief took 10 minutes, Brad going over the larger details and sprinkling in smaller items as needed to help bring color to the set.


“Okay, “Amy said as Brad ended. “Sounds good. Were you able to acquire footage?”


“Uploading now,” Brad replied. After a few moments, he heard the faint chime over the line that signaled the file had made it to Amy’s terminal.


“One moment,” Amy said as Brad head her click a few keys to bring up the video. The line was quiet with the exception of the grunts, groans and muffled screams from the footage Amy was viewing. Brad could hear the blips and clicks as Amy fast-forwarded through pieces of the file. Whenever it was possible and feasible, the company always requested the video footage of the set be acquired. Brad always wondered why they wanted video, even when he had to give the whole discourse anyway, but he never asked; he figured there was no reason to rock the boat. He did know that the clients had no idea that they were being filmed, but he didn’t really much care about it. As long as they paid, that was his only concern.


After a few minutes, Amy came back on the line. “Looking good and as big as ever there, Bradley. Very nice. Very nice indeed,” she said, Brad noting a slight change in her tone.


“Everything ok?”


“Uh … sure. Yes. Everything is fine. I was simply noting that way you two seemed to really hit it off. I keep forgetting that you like them a little on the big side.”


Brad smiled. Was that a hint of something he was finally hearing from Amy? Had watching enough footage of his expert cocksmanship finally break that hard, business-all-the-time exterior? He found is wildly erotic to finally be able to meet the woman that had set up so many dates with other women for him.


“Yeh, you know I tend to favor women a little on the larger side. But you know me - I aim to please no matter who it is. The consummate professional.”


The pause on the other end of the line was a bit longer than Amy had intended and she quickly recovered. “Yeh … well, as always, good work,” her tone back to her normal pace and tenor. “Transactions been cataloged, so expect payment by noon, as usual. Enjoy your day off. Talk to you tomorrow.”


Brad had gotten used to Amy cutting the line quickly at the end of the call, but it still felt harsh. He took the earpiece out of his ear and tossed it on the desk. He wiped his cock and balls clean of the lube and went to the bathroom to take a shower. He definitely was going to enjoy the well deserved time off.

 

[GTOK]

Chapter Two: Amy


She disconnected the line quickly and pulled the headset off of her head so fast that she thought she’d broken it. This was the part of the job she didn’t much care for yet at the same time, looked forward to more than any part of her job. After three years of watching what amounted to amateur porn every single night, she’d have thought she’d been desensitized to the videos, but the callous never formed. Or at the very least, on a subconscious level, it refused to.


Amy swiveled in her chair and rubbed her eyes with the butt of her palm until hundreds of tiny sparkles appeared behind her eyelids. Brad’s footage was always the worst, and the best. It wasn’t because he was the biggest, but his sexual prowess was unmatched. Of the 32 men in the US chapter that she had oversight of, Brad was a solid number one and the rest, with the exception of Pierre, were a distant second. They were all very very good and among the best lovers in the country - being a Raging Bull required it. But ranking them among each other, Pierre and maybe Carlo were the only one, in Amy’s opinion, that could come close to Brad’s level. Even though his cock was a solid 10.5 inches, he wasn’t built the same way Brad was. What set Pierre apart was his tongue. Amy had a catalog of hundreds of videos of Pierre and his talented tongue and she swooned every time she watched them. He was a world-class pussy eating machine if there ever was one and she had every intention of allowing that tongue to grace her moist slit. And Carlo was just flat out sexy as hell.


When the familiar chirp sounded form her computer, she turned back around and clicked the confirmation button. She’d always made her own copies of the digital files before sending them to the corporate mainframe. Selling sex, on any level, was a risky, risqué and dangerous game. Amy was no dummy; she figured corporate wanted footage of the sets for a reason and she wasn’t about to be left out in the cold should anything go down. After all, what she was doing, at its base level, was illegal, plain and simple. It was prostitution, no matter if the title of “escort” was slapped on it or not. But she knew the risks and was perfectly fine with it all.


When she completed packaging the data files, she stood up and walked over to the bar on the other side of the room. She always needed a drink after watching the footage and even more so after watching Brad's; with his, she always needed a double. The way he moved, the way he was able to handle such a large piece of machinery, always left Amy in awe. The majority of the biggest she’d had to audition and interview had the size, but the talent was nowhere to be found. It takes an almost otherworldly and decidedly skilled lover to handle a penis that size while bringing the client to the pinnacle of pleasure without hurting them. A lot of the guys she’d come across had been brutes, just a big cock and nothing else. With Brad, it was poetry in motion. And she felt the constant need to read more and more of it.


She caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror and smiled. In her line of work, Amy assumed that dressing the part, even if she was working from home, was essential to the feel and vibe she gave off to her crew. While most people wouldn’t have considered the leopard print catsuit she was wearing as standard business fare, Amy found it to be sublime. She turned from side to side, nodding with approval at the way the stretchy fabric hugged the curves of her robust, size 18 frame.


She had very full, shoulder length auburn hair that framed her slightly chubby face perfectly. Her big blue eyes and pouty lips were accentuated by a pair of large black-framed glasses she always wore, giving her the look of an hyper sensual and sexy yet very nerdy girl - albeit a nerdy girl with extremely large breasts and a very big, very nice ass.


She looked at her clock - her little mini break was over. She downed her drink but took the bottle back over to her desk. She sat back down at her computer and ran through the call list. She put back on her headphones and tapped a key on her keyboard, the autodial software making the connection.


“Hey there, Ames,” the husky, raspy voice on the other end said. Carlo Bagget was one of the Bull’s first inductees, and coincidentally, it’s oldest member. But even at 62, the old Texan had the body, libido and stamina of a man still in his 30’s. And the fact that he’s always treated Amy well wasn’t lost on her. He’d been a star in his native Texas, servicing clients as far east as Baton Rogue and West to to San Antonio. He’d fought with management over his move/transfer to Florida a couple of years ago and threatened to walk away. But after 3 months, he’d caught his second wind as his client list nearly tripled, along with his income. Turns out there are a ton of wealthy, old horny women in South Florida and he was right in his element. And being part German and part Latino and born in raised in cattle country in South Texas was a combination the women seemed to find irresistible.


“Hey there Carlo. How’s my favorite sexy old man doing?” Amy said, her words coming out in a thick southern-style drawl.


The old man laughed. “The old dog is doing just fine there, ma’am,” Carlo said trying his best to match the extreme drawl Amy had used. “I’m hopin' to do a bit better now since you called. Big Tex's gettin’ a little feisty since he ain’t been able to come out and play.”


‘Big Tex’ was the pet name Carlo had given his cock. And at a solid 9.5 inches in length and a fear-inducing 7.5 inch circumference that flared to nearly 8.5 inches at the base, Amy thought the name apropos. Carlo had a very robust client list and many of the women under Carlo’s column couldn’t take him vaginally at all - not only was the shaft entirely too large, but most couldn’t make it past the head - it was a true jawbreaker and womb-wrecker. Most of the footage Amy would watch consisted of lots of oral (just licking mainly), lots of hand jobs and other things like tit fucking, light bondage and sensual massages. There were a couple of women that could, amazingly, accommodate Carlo vaginally and they were always entertaining views for Amy (Olivia Dunbar happened to be one of those women).


Watching the women take such a beer can-sized dong was always a treat. And seeing Carlos’ wide grin as the ladies withered and squirmed underneath him made Amy jealous that she’d never gotten a chance to have the big hunk of meat inside of her. “I can take him,” she’d always say to herself. “Given enough time, I bet I’d take him to his balls. And one day, I will."

 

[bckformore]

so good, cant wait for more

 

[xyze99]

This is awesome

 

[GTOK]

"I think we’re feelin' all better now,” the twang in his voice made Amy smile. "I took the last of my antibiotics a few days ago and everything’s firin' on all cylinders again,” he said, a sense of immense relief evident in his voice. She could see him tip his hat back with his finger as he said it. "I sure do hope you don’t catch that nasty little bug going around.”


“I’ll be sure to stay pumped full of vitamins and I’ll eat a lot of oranges,” Amy quickly quipped.


Carlo laughed. “Well you be sure to do that, missy! So tell me - what you got good for me?”


“Well, lucky you - Olivia Dunbar is back on the grid,” Amy said with a hint of sarcasm. Dunbar was one of Carlo's most quirky clients. “She’s been anxiously awaiting your availability since she got back from her trip. Wants to schedule you for tonight but hoping that you’d be available for the afternoon. Five sets.”


“Five? Shiiiiiiiit - with Olivia, I’d be willing to go seven,” the big southerner drawled. “You have no idea how frisky I’ve been.Hot damn - she’s in for a treat tonight! And I won’t even mind wearing that silly fuckin’ hat!”


The both laughed at the joke. Amy made a note to go and watch an earlier video of Carlo and Olivia with said hat. She had to admit that the hat was a peculiar touch and lent quite a different slant to the festivities.


“Sounds good. And since I knew how much of a trooper you were and how anxious you are to give the outstanding services only a true Bull can provide, I already settled the account. You’re meeting her at 12:37 at Hustler Hollywood on East Sunshine down in Fort Lauderdale.”


Amy could feel Carlo's excitement through the phone. “Oh hell yeh! I like it when she wants to go there! I get to pick out a couple hundred dollars of nighties and toys for her and then go to town,” he ended with a big laugh.


“Well I have no doubt you’re gonna have an epic time,” Amy said. “Confirmation is at 11:10 PM. Remember, five sets but if you want to do a little more, you’re more than welcome to.”


"Guess me and Big Tex better go get ready for some fun,” Carlo said, drawing out every word in his heavy Texan drawl. “Call you later, sweetheart.”


Amy disconnected the call, poured another double and swallowed the amber liquid in one big gulp. Talking to Carlo about his kinky shopping spree made her feel happy and sad at the same time. She was always happy when the talent was happy - it meant more sales and a fatter commission for her. But at the same time, she wished she were one of the many list of clients she talked to on a daily basis, out there having those gorgeous studs ravishing their bodies and filling them to the brim with those awesome spectacles of sheer power and manhood.


She took a deep sigh, ran through her call list and found the next Bull to contact. Over the next two hours, much of the calls were the same as they’d been for Carlo. The usual greeting and banter, followed by the details of the next service. When she’s made her calls to all 32 bulls, Amy took off her headset and stretched. She looked down at the large expanse of leopard print from her thick thighs and smiled. She ran a finger over the ridge of the imprint go her nipple, down over her stomach and between her legs. She was tired but getting increasingly horny. She decided to go give Brad’s video a full viewing.


After a few clicks of her mouse, the footage was on the screen, in surprisingly high resolution for a camera phone. She watched Brad deftly place his phone on the bar that gave the best view of the bed, then followed them around the room as they engaged small talk. Amy preferred t watch the videos with no sound - something about watching silent porn made it even hotter to her.


On the screen, Gloria was shuffling back on the bed, her head covering her mouth and her eyes moving rapidly from Brad’s crotch to his face. Brad took a small bottle of lube from his pants pocket, laid it on the bed and shed the rest of his clothing. He turned slightly, so that the camera was able to get a full view of his cock. Amy had seen him do this hundreds of times and it never got old.

 

[GTOK]

Amy’s pussy throbbed as she watched the big meat slowly sway back and forth as Brad took off his shirt and nodded it somewhere off camera. His cock wasn’t erect - not even in the slightest, yet it was easily the largest cock that Amy figured Gloria had ever seen. The heavy, wrist-thick, 10-inch missile looked menacing as it swayed and flopped, even in its extreme soft state, the big head already leaking pre-cum as she could see the shiny long string hanging from the tip. His big balls made the shaft protrude slightly making the full arch of his cock seem even larger. He pointed and Gloria moved so that she was laying at a diagonal angle on the bed. Amy chuckled to herself. "He’d make a damn good porn director,” she mused.


Brad stood there for nearly a minute, talking to Gloria and giving his cock long, deliberately slow strokes. Sometimes Amy would wonder if Brad did that intentionally, knowing that the was being recorded. She gathered that his personality was one of a charmer, and that he played to the camera well. There were just too many little subtle things that she saw that gave her that impression; the way he would position himself in certain positions, the over exaggeration of certain moves and gestures, and like now, the way he played up and built up the anticipation of getting erect and the things he’d make the clients do as he got himself ready. It was different each time, but they all followed the same type of method. On the screen, Gloria finally moved and took off the robe and quickly slid off the black thong. She spread her legs wide and slowly fingered her wet slit in rhythm to Brad’s own strokes.


Brad continued talking to her and kept the same pace on his ever hardening cock, but Gloria’s tempo was increasing. After two more minutes, Gloria’s hands and fingers were a flurry of activity on her pussy, the thick lips read and puffy and shining with her juices. It was clear to Amy now that Gloria was yelling and cursing, probably begging Brad to finally fuck her. She watched the big woman buck and finger her wet gash repeatedly and furiously, all while Brad stood there and maintained the same pace of his strokes. Amy estimated that his cock had to be nearly fully erect, the angle was nearly up to 90 degrees straight out.


Amy peeled the spandex straps from her arms and down over the massive mountains of tit flesh. She stood up and quickly peeled off the leopard print material from her body and tossed it aside. She opened the bottom drawer of her desk and pulled out a rather large black box and a large tube of lube. “If I can’t have the real thing, I might as well play with something just as big,” Amy thought as she opened the box. Nestled inside the black velvet lining was an enormous dildo. The caramel colored dong was nearly the same dimensions of Brad’s own dong; in fact, it was an “almost-exact" replica of Brad’s cock. As part of the on boarding process, each Bull was required to have a plaster mold of their penis. Amy took liberties and had duplicates of a select few molds made for her own collection. She looked at the heavy silicone toy and laughed. It’d been a long time since Brad’s initial cast was done and he’d clearly gotten bigger since then. “I’m using old equipment,” Amy would often say as she lubed the big monster up. “Time for an upgrade."


Amy looked back to the screen and saw that Bard was now up on the bed in position between the bog woman’s legs. Her chest was heaving up and down and Amy could only wonder how she was feeling. “She’s going to hyperventilate and he hasn’t even touched her,” Amy thought. Brad grabbed the base of his cock and squeezed, making the big veins bulge even larger. The head of his cock was a deep reddish-purple and the shaft was only a couple of shades lighter, indicating that he was at full extension. He lowered the head to her slit and began to slowly move it up and down.


Amy mimicked the on the screen actions and slowly ran the head of the toy up and down her pulsing gash. After several seconds, Brad slowly pushed the head of his cock into Gloria’s puffy lips. The look of shock and lust on her face was palpable and Amy felt a tinge of jealousy course through her. The dong in her hand felt good as it spread and stretched her lips, but she couldn’t wait to have the real thing. Gloria’s breathing was labored now, her chest and forehead shiny with sweat. Brad slowly worked his the head in and out of Gloria’s overstretched pussy while rubbing a large amount of lube up and down the rest of the shaft. He shifted his weight so that he was now propped up directly over her, his hands outstretched on either side of her shoulders.


Amy saw Brad talking to Gloria while ever so slowly stroking the big head back and forth. Gloria’s face was flushed and she was breathing heavily but she was nodding as to what Amy only assumed were directions on what Brad wanted and what he was about to do. She could see the dual looks of apprehension and anticipation written all over Gloria’s face, a look she’d seen hundreds of times. Gloria reached down and grabbed fistfuls of sheets and braced herself. Brad sat back on his thighs and pulled her legs up into position on his shoulders. He grabbed her thighs rocked from side to side and drove his cock deep into her.

 

[BigIvyGuy]

Keep it coming amazing as always GTOK

 

[longwideride]

Brad/Bard? I think GTOK suffers from lysdexia

 

[GTOK]

Brad/Bard? I think GTOK suffers from lysdexia

LOL - I'm not the best spellchecker

 

[pgt21]

Amazingly hot story!

 

[GTOK]

GTOK, You haven't really told much of a story, but similarly to St. Valentine's Day and Lance Gets a Physical, you are able to entice the reader into your story without any instant gratification. I really don't know how you're able to build on simple sexual undertone, theme, and the promise of what is to come so beautifully, but I really appreciate your efforts and the resulting work. Write on, please.

Thank you. I've read this dozens of times and each time, I'm genuinely surprised. Thanks.