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GTOK, Hopefully, this serves to motivate your writing, but more than anything I want you to know how much I enjoy your stories and the quality of your writing is appreciated in several regards. I look forward to the days that I check in Fictitious Stories and one or all of your stories have been updated. Definitely a bright spot for me, personally, and I am hoping that you continue to post as frequently as you are able.
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Chapter Three: Brad
"47 ... 48 ... 49 ... 250!" Brad exclaimed through gritted teeth as he pressed out the last rep before he hopped down off of the dip machine. He breathed deeply as he stretched his arms across his chest, loving the burn. It wasn't that he didn't enjoy working out, it was getting motivated to get to the gym that agonized Brad the most - especially after a day off. But once he lifted that first weight or did his first push up or sit-up, all of the anxiety went away and it was hard for him to actually stop once he got started. He looked at the clock on the wall - it was time to go. He grabbed his towel and wiped his face and decided that he was done for the day. After retrieving his water bottle and he left the gym and headed back to his apartment.
The condos were Brad lived was situated on the north side of town in a posh new development. The ten-story building was highly exclusive, it's residents having to meet extremely high income standards just to have the "opportunity" to fill out an application. Even though his income feel well within the guidelines of the requirements, it helped that one of his clients happened to be the wife of one of the developers of the area.
The building was state of the art, with all of the latest technology built into the fabric of the entire building. The gym occupied several hundred square feet in the corner of the 6th, 7th and 8th floors, each area open to the next, given get the feeling of an extreme open air gymnasium. Brad lived on the eighth floor and was grateful that he didn't have to take one of the elevators to get to the gym. There were times when his sizable assets were a distraction to the other patrons. Not that he much cared, but since he only wore nothing but gym shorts when he worked out, he was careful not to start any ruckus.
Brad started to laugh even before he got to her door, but like clockwork, the door to 8315 opened and Gwen Sisco stepped into the hallway beaming. "Hey there, sexy," Gwen said stepping out into the hallway to meet Brad. It had become standard fare over the last two months: Brad would finish his work out and on the way back to his condo, Gwen would step out into the hallway for flirtatious chitchat. The first time had been total happenstance as Gwen was leaving out of her place to go to the store as Brad was walking by. But ever since then, she made it a point to make sure she adjusted her schedule in order to get a bit of branch time.
"Hey there yourself, Gwen," Brad replied. "And how are you?"
Gwen was every bit the "single white female" stereotype. Single, mid 30s, pure yuppy, very successful career and every bit a social butterfly. She was tall with sandy blond hair and some of the greenest eyes Brad had ever seen. While her face had cover-girl looks, her thin frame didn't do much for Brad so there was never any physical attraction there for him. What she did have going for her though were a pair of absolute gigantic melons hanging from her torso. Her breasts were cartoonish in size relative to her thin frame. If Brad had to guess their size, he would have put them close to an F or G cup. Outside of her massive chest and drop dead gorgeous looks, Brad’s thing was more body centric and he simply didn't find her all that attractive, with respect to his own taste. He did, however, often wonder how those humongous tits would feel wrapped around his beefy cock. "Maybe if she put on a little weight ...,” he would often ponder.
Gwen sidled up to the doorsill and leaned against it, arching her back so that her huge boobs projected even further out into the hallway. She wore a thin grey cotton t-shirt that seemed as if it were ready to give up and split right down the middle. The move wasn't lost on Brad and his cock lurched slightly in response. "I'm doing just fine," she said in a lazy, obviously sexy drawl . "But I'm still waiting for you to ask me out on a date. I don't know why you keep putting it off," she said with a grin and a giggle. She nonchalantly glanced at her wrist watch but they both knew that she already knew what time it was. “It’s 4 o’clock - why don’t you go get showered and meet me down at the cafe and we can have an early dinner or something?” she asked. “Or you don’t have to get showered at all …"
"47 ... 48 ... 49 ... 250!" Brad exclaimed through gritted teeth as he pressed out the last rep before he hopped down off of the dip machine. He breathed deeply as he stretched his arms across his chest, loving the burn. It wasn't that he didn't enjoy working out, it was getting motivated to get to the gym that agonized Brad the most - especially after a day off. But once he lifted that first weight or did his first push up or sit-up, all of the anxiety went away and it was hard for him to actually stop once he got started. He looked at the clock on the wall - it was time to go. He grabbed his towel and wiped his face and decided that he was done for the day. After retrieving his water bottle and he left the gym and headed back to his apartment.
The condos were Brad lived was situated on the north side of town in a posh new development. The ten-story building was highly exclusive, it's residents having to meet extremely high income standards just to have the "opportunity" to fill out an application. Even though his income feel well within the guidelines of the requirements, it helped that one of his clients happened to be the wife of one of the developers of the area.
The building was state of the art, with all of the latest technology built into the fabric of the entire building. The gym occupied several hundred square feet in the corner of the 6th, 7th and 8th floors, each area open to the next, given get the feeling of an extreme open air gymnasium. Brad lived on the eighth floor and was grateful that he didn't have to take one of the elevators to get to the gym. There were times when his sizable assets were a distraction to the other patrons. Not that he much cared, but since he only wore nothing but gym shorts when he worked out, he was careful not to start any ruckus.
Brad started to laugh even before he got to her door, but like clockwork, the door to 8315 opened and Gwen Sisco stepped into the hallway beaming. "Hey there, sexy," Gwen said stepping out into the hallway to meet Brad. It had become standard fare over the last two months: Brad would finish his work out and on the way back to his condo, Gwen would step out into the hallway for flirtatious chitchat. The first time had been total happenstance as Gwen was leaving out of her place to go to the store as Brad was walking by. But ever since then, she made it a point to make sure she adjusted her schedule in order to get a bit of branch time.
"Hey there yourself, Gwen," Brad replied. "And how are you?"
Gwen was every bit the "single white female" stereotype. Single, mid 30s, pure yuppy, very successful career and every bit a social butterfly. She was tall with sandy blond hair and some of the greenest eyes Brad had ever seen. While her face had cover-girl looks, her thin frame didn't do much for Brad so there was never any physical attraction there for him. What she did have going for her though were a pair of absolute gigantic melons hanging from her torso. Her breasts were cartoonish in size relative to her thin frame. If Brad had to guess their size, he would have put them close to an F or G cup. Outside of her massive chest and drop dead gorgeous looks, Brad’s thing was more body centric and he simply didn't find her all that attractive, with respect to his own taste. He did, however, often wonder how those humongous tits would feel wrapped around his beefy cock. "Maybe if she put on a little weight ...,” he would often ponder.
Gwen sidled up to the doorsill and leaned against it, arching her back so that her huge boobs projected even further out into the hallway. She wore a thin grey cotton t-shirt that seemed as if it were ready to give up and split right down the middle. The move wasn't lost on Brad and his cock lurched slightly in response. "I'm doing just fine," she said in a lazy, obviously sexy drawl . "But I'm still waiting for you to ask me out on a date. I don't know why you keep putting it off," she said with a grin and a giggle. She nonchalantly glanced at her wrist watch but they both knew that she already knew what time it was. “It’s 4 o’clock - why don’t you go get showered and meet me down at the cafe and we can have an early dinner or something?” she asked. “Or you don’t have to get showered at all …"
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As much as Brad wanted to answer the mystery of the riddle of the softness of Gwen's chest, he really had no interest in ever doing anything with Gwen. Once he had become a Bull, his mindset on outside dating had completely changed and he thought that having sex without being paid for it was a waste. "Why waste time and energy on having sex with someone that takes away time from a paying customer," was his mantra. To a large degree, when he sat and thought about it, that frame of mind did bother him, but not enough to reverse course. He figured he would have plenty of time for a "real" relationship when he was older. For the time being, he was focused on his profession and making as much money as he could.
"Oh, just busy, that's all," Brad replied, which wasn't far from the truth. “I’ve got a meeting with a client in a bit and I still have some things to do before then.” He noticed that her eyes had moved away from his face and were slowly making their way down toward his crotch. He watch them linger over his broad chest, and then down to his chiseled abs. From there they made their way down to his crotch and lingered, just as they always did. And Brad responded in the same way he always did: he shifted his weight and adjusted his stance which caused the big sausage to sway back-and-forth. In the end, Gwen would respond in kind with a subconscious licking of her lips and hardening of her nipples which made the thin shirt stretch even more.
The whole thing was high school-ish on so many levels, but it did allow Brad a small release while expanding on Gwen's fantasy, which he saw no problem with. Every now and then, he would think about if Gwenn could take his size. Her pencil-thin frame told him that he’d probably break her in half, but still, something in the back of his mind wondered just how much she would be able to handle."I guess the only way we'll find out is if she becomes a paying customer," he thought to himself.
“A client, huh? Hmmm … seems like you are always on the go. All work and no play makes Brad a dull boy,” Gwen said in a mock pout. She sighed and straightened up, her big jugs bouncing and jiggling profusely with the movement. Brad’s cock lurched again, this time in genuine applause to the show. Gwen noticed and smiled. "Well I'm still waiting on you to clear that schedule of yours so we can … you know … hang out.” She gave her lips another lick before bringing her eyes back up to meet his. "I guess I'll see you later then, big fella," she said as she gave another flirtatious grin and wave as she stepped back into her apartment and closed the door. Brad smiled to himself as he turned and continue to head toward his apartment.
Bread pressed his thumb to the scanner on his door and let himself inside. He made a beeline to his bathroom and started the shower before tossing his sweaty shorts into the hamper. He turned and looked at himself in the vanity mirror and gave a satisfied smile. He loved the way that he looked and how well his body was defined, but he wished he didn't have to work out to do it. "Well at least the workouts provide a little comic relief with Gwen," he chuckled to himself. He reached underneath the vanity cabinet and grabbed a large cylinder and pump and stepped into the shower.
Brad let the hot water run over his body, massaging his twitching, aching muscles. After five minutes, he attached the hose of the plastic pump onto the cylinder and slid his thick cock into the opening. Brad had an arsenal of pumps and cylinders and this particular pump/cylinder combo was specific to his shower time.
Unlike his brass or electric pumps, the plastic pump was made for water usage and it's small size made it easy to handle in the shower. This particular cylinder had been custom-made for Brad to accommodate his entire package. The overall dimensions of the shaft of the cylinder was 15 inches long with a circumference of 8 inches. The bottom portion of the cylinder opened up into a sort of bowl shaped area, which accommodated his oversize scrotum. It was hinged at the intersection of the shaft and where the bowl started and it clamped back behind the testicles up near the base of his body. Brad wanted to have something that he could easily remove himself due to the weight of the water helped expand his size during his session so greatly.
Brad swung the bowl over his big balls and clamped the seal shit. After a few quick squeezes of the trigger of the pump, he felt the increased pressure apply the seal as the blood rushed into the mighty caverns of tissue of his fat dong. He turned on the multi-jet head of his shower and leaned back against the smooth, polished tiles. Every couple of minutes he would squeeze the handle on the pump, increasing the pressure, sending more and more blood to his engorged dong. He opened his eyes and looked down to see that the entire bowl section was completely packed and that the shaft of his cock was pressed tightly against the walls of the cylinder. There was nearly 2 inches left of space before he hit the top of the tube and as much as he wanted to try, he knew he didn’t have much time, nor did he want to overdo it before he went to work. After another couple of minutes, Brad released the pressure, opened the casing and let his cock slide out of the acrylic housing.
His cock and balls were heavy, bloated, and pulsing - and looked amazing. He turned off the multi-jets and left on the rain shower head on. He finished soaping up his body, taking great pleasure in washing the mighty slab of meat hanging between his legs. He turned the jets back on and let the exhilarating pulse form the water spray him clean.
After rubbing his body down with his daily ritual of oil and lotion, he dressed, fixed breakfast and grabbed his laptop. After checking his email to get additional instructions from Amy on his date, Brad settled in for his nap. Showtime was in 2 hours and he needed to get his rest. It was going to be a long night.
"Oh, just busy, that's all," Brad replied, which wasn't far from the truth. “I’ve got a meeting with a client in a bit and I still have some things to do before then.” He noticed that her eyes had moved away from his face and were slowly making their way down toward his crotch. He watch them linger over his broad chest, and then down to his chiseled abs. From there they made their way down to his crotch and lingered, just as they always did. And Brad responded in the same way he always did: he shifted his weight and adjusted his stance which caused the big sausage to sway back-and-forth. In the end, Gwen would respond in kind with a subconscious licking of her lips and hardening of her nipples which made the thin shirt stretch even more.
The whole thing was high school-ish on so many levels, but it did allow Brad a small release while expanding on Gwen's fantasy, which he saw no problem with. Every now and then, he would think about if Gwenn could take his size. Her pencil-thin frame told him that he’d probably break her in half, but still, something in the back of his mind wondered just how much she would be able to handle."I guess the only way we'll find out is if she becomes a paying customer," he thought to himself.
“A client, huh? Hmmm … seems like you are always on the go. All work and no play makes Brad a dull boy,” Gwen said in a mock pout. She sighed and straightened up, her big jugs bouncing and jiggling profusely with the movement. Brad’s cock lurched again, this time in genuine applause to the show. Gwen noticed and smiled. "Well I'm still waiting on you to clear that schedule of yours so we can … you know … hang out.” She gave her lips another lick before bringing her eyes back up to meet his. "I guess I'll see you later then, big fella," she said as she gave another flirtatious grin and wave as she stepped back into her apartment and closed the door. Brad smiled to himself as he turned and continue to head toward his apartment.
Bread pressed his thumb to the scanner on his door and let himself inside. He made a beeline to his bathroom and started the shower before tossing his sweaty shorts into the hamper. He turned and looked at himself in the vanity mirror and gave a satisfied smile. He loved the way that he looked and how well his body was defined, but he wished he didn't have to work out to do it. "Well at least the workouts provide a little comic relief with Gwen," he chuckled to himself. He reached underneath the vanity cabinet and grabbed a large cylinder and pump and stepped into the shower.
Brad let the hot water run over his body, massaging his twitching, aching muscles. After five minutes, he attached the hose of the plastic pump onto the cylinder and slid his thick cock into the opening. Brad had an arsenal of pumps and cylinders and this particular pump/cylinder combo was specific to his shower time.
Unlike his brass or electric pumps, the plastic pump was made for water usage and it's small size made it easy to handle in the shower. This particular cylinder had been custom-made for Brad to accommodate his entire package. The overall dimensions of the shaft of the cylinder was 15 inches long with a circumference of 8 inches. The bottom portion of the cylinder opened up into a sort of bowl shaped area, which accommodated his oversize scrotum. It was hinged at the intersection of the shaft and where the bowl started and it clamped back behind the testicles up near the base of his body. Brad wanted to have something that he could easily remove himself due to the weight of the water helped expand his size during his session so greatly.
Brad swung the bowl over his big balls and clamped the seal shit. After a few quick squeezes of the trigger of the pump, he felt the increased pressure apply the seal as the blood rushed into the mighty caverns of tissue of his fat dong. He turned on the multi-jet head of his shower and leaned back against the smooth, polished tiles. Every couple of minutes he would squeeze the handle on the pump, increasing the pressure, sending more and more blood to his engorged dong. He opened his eyes and looked down to see that the entire bowl section was completely packed and that the shaft of his cock was pressed tightly against the walls of the cylinder. There was nearly 2 inches left of space before he hit the top of the tube and as much as he wanted to try, he knew he didn’t have much time, nor did he want to overdo it before he went to work. After another couple of minutes, Brad released the pressure, opened the casing and let his cock slide out of the acrylic housing.
His cock and balls were heavy, bloated, and pulsing - and looked amazing. He turned off the multi-jets and left on the rain shower head on. He finished soaping up his body, taking great pleasure in washing the mighty slab of meat hanging between his legs. He turned the jets back on and let the exhilarating pulse form the water spray him clean.
After rubbing his body down with his daily ritual of oil and lotion, he dressed, fixed breakfast and grabbed his laptop. After checking his email to get additional instructions from Amy on his date, Brad settled in for his nap. Showtime was in 2 hours and he needed to get his rest. It was going to be a long night.
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Brad woke with a start form the banging on his door and the constant chime of his doorbell. He rubbed his eyes and looked over at the clock: 5:30. Not quite time for him to get up. “Who the hell is knocking on my door like that? And why did they kill my damn nap?” he said as he shuffled to the door. Normally Brad slept naked so he grabbed his sweatpants from the back of the chair and slid them on.
As he opened the door, Gwen pushed her way past him and into his apartment. “Hey there!” she said loudly and cheerfully as she moved into Brad’s space. “I figured you were still home and wanted to come down to have a little chit chat!” Gwen got a good 5 feet into the foyer before she turned around to face Brad. Brad instantly knew what was going on as she was wearing a knee-length tan trench coat and that revealed skinny, but shapely nylon covered legs ("most likely gartered thigh highs," Brad thought) and four inch black heels. He smiled to himself and slowly closed the door. “I really do not have time for this but if that’s what she wants, that’s what she’s gonna get,” he said to himself.
“First, I want to let you know that I’ generally don’t do this type of thing and I’m not that kind of woman, but you’ve left me precious little choice, ya know?” Gwen said shifting her hand from one hip to the other. “I’ve been dropping some pretty serious signals to you for the last couple of months and you can’t tell me that you aren’t attracted to me,” her speech had slowed but her tone had become more forceful. “Gwen Sisco generally gets what she wants,” she said as she opened the trench coat and let it drop tot he floor. Brad was right - she had on gartered thigh high nylons and precious little else. The bra she wore was hardly a bra at all, but rather a cupless frame that enhanced her massive chest spectacularly. Brad couldn’t help but be impressed. “She’s a bit thin for me,” he thought as he took her in from head to toe and back up again, “but that rack certainly makes up for it.”
“And I’ve wanted you for some time Mr. Collins,” Gwen continued as she took a step towards him. Brad took a deep breath and closed the gap between them quickly, startling Gwen and making her jump. He took her arms in his hands, right above the elbows and pulled her dangerously close. “Be careful what you ask for, Mr. Sisco,” Brad said bending his head down, his lips mere inches from hers. Gwen regained her composure faster than Brad expected and snaked her long tongue out to brush his bottom lip. He didn’t flinch but he was surprised by the move. “I imagine that you don’t encounter women as ... aggressive … as I am,” she said. She moved her hands so that they gripped Brad’s hips on both sides. He could feel her fingers clawing to draw him closer but he held her arms locked in place. “And I don’t scare easily, Mr. Collins,” she added, licking his bottom lip again.
Brad snickered and pulled Gwen closer, pressing her legs against his, allowing her to feel the feel expanse of his still flaccid but very long thick cock. He watched her eyes slowly grow larger with the realization of what she was feeling. Brad smirked and moved his head so that his mouth was against her left ear. He pressed her body against his tighter. He moved his right hand down, took hold of her wrist and placed it midway down the shaft. Gwen’s fingers instinctively closed around the shaft, feeling it pulse in her hand, the heat from his cock radiating through the heavy fabric of his sweatpants. “I wouldn’t be so sure of that, Mr. Sisco. Fear can be a tricky thing, especially when faced with something so … aggressive,” he whispered. Before she could register what he said, Brad pushed her back and turned her around. He picked up her trench coat, slid it around her shoulders. Gwen slowly slid her arms into the sleeves as Brad stepped around her and opened the door. “I really do have important business to attend to tonight, Gwen,” Brad said as he stepped back, “but I certainly expect that you and I will finish this conversation. Tomorrow perhaps.” Gwen tried her best to regain her composure as she stepped across the threshold and into the hallway. Without turning to look at him, she said “perhaps” and continued down the hall towards the elevators.
Brad snickered as he watched her walk shakily towards down the hall. After a few moments, he closed the door and went to his bedroom to grab his phone. He scanned his messages and saw one from Amy:
"Change of plans. Client required rescheduling. Will notify you once confirmed. Enjoy your night off.”
Brad didn’t like rescheduled appointments. With all of the preparation that he had to do, he always got a bit perturbed when a client pulled out. Occurrences like that were rare, but even when it did, it irked him greatly. Brad tossed the phone on the bed and looked around the room, a bit lost. “Well what’re you gonna do with yourself now?” he asked himself aloud. He took a deep breath and reached to grab the remote to his television when his doorbell rang. He walked back to the door and looked thru the peephole. It was Gwen. Brad smiled to himself and gave his cock a firm shake before opening the door.
Gwen stood there - trench coat wide open, nipples hardened and erect, her right hand on her hip and a look of steely determination on her face. She jabbed a thin finger into Brad’s big left pec and ceremoniously pushed him back into the foyer. She slammed the door behind her and slid out of the trench coat, nearly in one smooth motion.
“We will finish the conversation now, Mr. Collins. I have neither the time nor the patience to wait until tomorrow for something as urgent as this,’ Gwen said, the tone of her voice signaling that she clearly intended to not leave until she’d gotten what she’d wanted. Brad smirked and licked his lips. “Well, fortunately for you, my meeting’s been rescheduled. So I guess today’s your lucky day.”
Brad took his time inspecting her assets and had to reassess just how big they really were. “Yeh - they pretty big, huh?” Gwen said as she stretched her arms down at an angle to her sides. “J cups. Can’t buy anything in the store since my back is so small … all my bras are custom made. But for you, I figured I’d forgo the cups and let you get a full, unencumbered view. You like?” Brad grinned as he felt his cock shift. She knew that he liked them. And he knew that she knew. “Why do you ask such things,” Brad said, more of a statement than a question. He shifted his weight and turned slightly, allowing his fat cock to press firmly against his trousers. “IF you had any doubts, you wouldn’t be standing in my place dressed like that. So tell me - what exactly do you want?”
Gwen’s eyes had drifted down to the unmistakeable imprint of the fat cock head and let out a small gasp, barely perceptible but Brad heard it. He noticed Gwen’s big nipples harden and the faint sign of goosebumps making her their way across the vast expanse of skin. “I asked a question,” he said, breaking Gwen’s attention from his crotch. “What is it that you want?” Gwen tried her best to compose herself and stood up straighter, making her large, full, firm breasts protrude even more. She brought her hands up to her left breasts and lifted the big melon up to her lips, sucking the hard teat slowly between her lips. Brad was a little surprised by the move and his cock surged in response. Gwen noticed the abrupt shift in his pants and pulled her nipple from her mouth with a loud “pop” and grinned, her hair covering half of her face so that Brad could only see half of her mouth and those bright emerald green eyes.
“What the hell do you think I want,” she said in a low guttural growl. “I want you to suck my nipples till they hurt. I want you to slap my ass until its numb. I want you to make me cum until I pass out. What do I want? I want you to fuck me. Now. You’ve played this little game for far too long, Mr. Collins. Time to put up or shut up.”
As he opened the door, Gwen pushed her way past him and into his apartment. “Hey there!” she said loudly and cheerfully as she moved into Brad’s space. “I figured you were still home and wanted to come down to have a little chit chat!” Gwen got a good 5 feet into the foyer before she turned around to face Brad. Brad instantly knew what was going on as she was wearing a knee-length tan trench coat and that revealed skinny, but shapely nylon covered legs ("most likely gartered thigh highs," Brad thought) and four inch black heels. He smiled to himself and slowly closed the door. “I really do not have time for this but if that’s what she wants, that’s what she’s gonna get,” he said to himself.
“First, I want to let you know that I’ generally don’t do this type of thing and I’m not that kind of woman, but you’ve left me precious little choice, ya know?” Gwen said shifting her hand from one hip to the other. “I’ve been dropping some pretty serious signals to you for the last couple of months and you can’t tell me that you aren’t attracted to me,” her speech had slowed but her tone had become more forceful. “Gwen Sisco generally gets what she wants,” she said as she opened the trench coat and let it drop tot he floor. Brad was right - she had on gartered thigh high nylons and precious little else. The bra she wore was hardly a bra at all, but rather a cupless frame that enhanced her massive chest spectacularly. Brad couldn’t help but be impressed. “She’s a bit thin for me,” he thought as he took her in from head to toe and back up again, “but that rack certainly makes up for it.”
“And I’ve wanted you for some time Mr. Collins,” Gwen continued as she took a step towards him. Brad took a deep breath and closed the gap between them quickly, startling Gwen and making her jump. He took her arms in his hands, right above the elbows and pulled her dangerously close. “Be careful what you ask for, Mr. Sisco,” Brad said bending his head down, his lips mere inches from hers. Gwen regained her composure faster than Brad expected and snaked her long tongue out to brush his bottom lip. He didn’t flinch but he was surprised by the move. “I imagine that you don’t encounter women as ... aggressive … as I am,” she said. She moved her hands so that they gripped Brad’s hips on both sides. He could feel her fingers clawing to draw him closer but he held her arms locked in place. “And I don’t scare easily, Mr. Collins,” she added, licking his bottom lip again.
Brad snickered and pulled Gwen closer, pressing her legs against his, allowing her to feel the feel expanse of his still flaccid but very long thick cock. He watched her eyes slowly grow larger with the realization of what she was feeling. Brad smirked and moved his head so that his mouth was against her left ear. He pressed her body against his tighter. He moved his right hand down, took hold of her wrist and placed it midway down the shaft. Gwen’s fingers instinctively closed around the shaft, feeling it pulse in her hand, the heat from his cock radiating through the heavy fabric of his sweatpants. “I wouldn’t be so sure of that, Mr. Sisco. Fear can be a tricky thing, especially when faced with something so … aggressive,” he whispered. Before she could register what he said, Brad pushed her back and turned her around. He picked up her trench coat, slid it around her shoulders. Gwen slowly slid her arms into the sleeves as Brad stepped around her and opened the door. “I really do have important business to attend to tonight, Gwen,” Brad said as he stepped back, “but I certainly expect that you and I will finish this conversation. Tomorrow perhaps.” Gwen tried her best to regain her composure as she stepped across the threshold and into the hallway. Without turning to look at him, she said “perhaps” and continued down the hall towards the elevators.
Brad snickered as he watched her walk shakily towards down the hall. After a few moments, he closed the door and went to his bedroom to grab his phone. He scanned his messages and saw one from Amy:
"Change of plans. Client required rescheduling. Will notify you once confirmed. Enjoy your night off.”
Brad didn’t like rescheduled appointments. With all of the preparation that he had to do, he always got a bit perturbed when a client pulled out. Occurrences like that were rare, but even when it did, it irked him greatly. Brad tossed the phone on the bed and looked around the room, a bit lost. “Well what’re you gonna do with yourself now?” he asked himself aloud. He took a deep breath and reached to grab the remote to his television when his doorbell rang. He walked back to the door and looked thru the peephole. It was Gwen. Brad smiled to himself and gave his cock a firm shake before opening the door.
Gwen stood there - trench coat wide open, nipples hardened and erect, her right hand on her hip and a look of steely determination on her face. She jabbed a thin finger into Brad’s big left pec and ceremoniously pushed him back into the foyer. She slammed the door behind her and slid out of the trench coat, nearly in one smooth motion.
“We will finish the conversation now, Mr. Collins. I have neither the time nor the patience to wait until tomorrow for something as urgent as this,’ Gwen said, the tone of her voice signaling that she clearly intended to not leave until she’d gotten what she’d wanted. Brad smirked and licked his lips. “Well, fortunately for you, my meeting’s been rescheduled. So I guess today’s your lucky day.”
Brad took his time inspecting her assets and had to reassess just how big they really were. “Yeh - they pretty big, huh?” Gwen said as she stretched her arms down at an angle to her sides. “J cups. Can’t buy anything in the store since my back is so small … all my bras are custom made. But for you, I figured I’d forgo the cups and let you get a full, unencumbered view. You like?” Brad grinned as he felt his cock shift. She knew that he liked them. And he knew that she knew. “Why do you ask such things,” Brad said, more of a statement than a question. He shifted his weight and turned slightly, allowing his fat cock to press firmly against his trousers. “IF you had any doubts, you wouldn’t be standing in my place dressed like that. So tell me - what exactly do you want?”
Gwen’s eyes had drifted down to the unmistakeable imprint of the fat cock head and let out a small gasp, barely perceptible but Brad heard it. He noticed Gwen’s big nipples harden and the faint sign of goosebumps making her their way across the vast expanse of skin. “I asked a question,” he said, breaking Gwen’s attention from his crotch. “What is it that you want?” Gwen tried her best to compose herself and stood up straighter, making her large, full, firm breasts protrude even more. She brought her hands up to her left breasts and lifted the big melon up to her lips, sucking the hard teat slowly between her lips. Brad was a little surprised by the move and his cock surged in response. Gwen noticed the abrupt shift in his pants and pulled her nipple from her mouth with a loud “pop” and grinned, her hair covering half of her face so that Brad could only see half of her mouth and those bright emerald green eyes.
“What the hell do you think I want,” she said in a low guttural growl. “I want you to suck my nipples till they hurt. I want you to slap my ass until its numb. I want you to make me cum until I pass out. What do I want? I want you to fuck me. Now. You’ve played this little game for far too long, Mr. Collins. Time to put up or shut up.”
- GTOK,
She lifted the heavy tit back to her lips and sucked on the nipple hard, her jaws caving in from the pressure. She held the tit in place with one had as best she could while stretching and pulling the other one as hard as she could. Brad didn’t make a move, but instead stood there drinking in the scene. After a few more moments of watching her show, Brad untied his sweats and pushed them down. Gwen gasped with shock and wonder as the heavy flopper she was sucking fell from her mouth and smacked against her stomach with a thud. “What the fuck!” Gwen half screamed as she watched Brad’s heavy log sway gently back and forth. “This is what you wanted. This is what you asked for. So this is what you’re getting,” Brad said matter of factly. “Don’t get cold feet now,” he added with a cocksure grin. “How about you come over here and get a better look.”
Gwen wanted to move away from him but her feet felt like they were stuck in cement. She watched the long thick dong steadily rise and pulse until finally it was fully erect, as long and stiff as a flag pole, lightly pulling in harmony with Brad’s heartbeat. The massive head grew to a dark shade of purple as a large drop of pre-cum gathered at the tip. When it became large and heavy enough, she followed the drop as it made its way slowly down the floor, like a spider releasing its silky rope as it made its web. At that moment she felt like a fly, knowing that string would soon have her wrapped up and helpless. Her pussy throbbed at the thought and a low moan escaped her throat.
“If you’re wondering, 12 and one-half inches long and about 6 and a half inches around,” Brad said confidently, thrusting his hips forward. "But since I had a really good post workout pump a bit ago, I’m thinking those stats may be a bit on the low side,” he added with a small chuckle. “And I don’t have anything custom since I don’t wear underwear, so I guess you got me on that front,” he said with a hint of sarcasm. The joke went over Gwen’s head as she remained fixated on his pulsing cock. He reached down and cupped his massive scrotum. “And these big boys? Well last time I checked, they were about 8 inches around.” He stretched the long sac and lifted the big testicles up and to the side. They looked as large and as big around as two baseballs. “I’m still working on them though. Wonder if I gat can them as big as your tits, huh?” he said with a laugh.
“It’s so …. big,” Gwen murmured, as if in a stupor. Brad smiled. “Don’t worry your pretty little head about that,” Brad said as he stepped close enough to have the head mash against Gwen's gigantic, full, heavy right breast. “It’ll fit and it’ll be great. and you’ll love every inch of it. I’ll make sure that you do."
Gwen wanted to move away from him but her feet felt like they were stuck in cement. She watched the long thick dong steadily rise and pulse until finally it was fully erect, as long and stiff as a flag pole, lightly pulling in harmony with Brad’s heartbeat. The massive head grew to a dark shade of purple as a large drop of pre-cum gathered at the tip. When it became large and heavy enough, she followed the drop as it made its way slowly down the floor, like a spider releasing its silky rope as it made its web. At that moment she felt like a fly, knowing that string would soon have her wrapped up and helpless. Her pussy throbbed at the thought and a low moan escaped her throat.
“If you’re wondering, 12 and one-half inches long and about 6 and a half inches around,” Brad said confidently, thrusting his hips forward. "But since I had a really good post workout pump a bit ago, I’m thinking those stats may be a bit on the low side,” he added with a small chuckle. “And I don’t have anything custom since I don’t wear underwear, so I guess you got me on that front,” he said with a hint of sarcasm. The joke went over Gwen’s head as she remained fixated on his pulsing cock. He reached down and cupped his massive scrotum. “And these big boys? Well last time I checked, they were about 8 inches around.” He stretched the long sac and lifted the big testicles up and to the side. They looked as large and as big around as two baseballs. “I’m still working on them though. Wonder if I gat can them as big as your tits, huh?” he said with a laugh.
“It’s so …. big,” Gwen murmured, as if in a stupor. Brad smiled. “Don’t worry your pretty little head about that,” Brad said as he stepped close enough to have the head mash against Gwen's gigantic, full, heavy right breast. “It’ll fit and it’ll be great. and you’ll love every inch of it. I’ll make sure that you do."
- GTOK,
Chapter Four: Amy
Amy finished typing the text to Brad and tossed it on the bed. All of her assignments had been updated and now she had some time to kill until the first of the evening’s confirmation texts started to come in. “So that the hell are you gonna do with yourself until then, Amy?” she asked her self aloud. Cabin fever hadn’t fully set in yet and while she was sure that she didn’t want to get out and really go somewhere, she knew that she didn’t want to stay cooped up in her apartment either. She decided to go down to the lounge of her building to get a drink.
Amy was a big girl and she didn’t mind showing it off. With that in mind, she knew that her none orange catsuit would draw a bit more attention than she wanted. So took it off and put on her tightest pair of semi-opaque leggings and slipped her feet inside of a pair of high, ankle-strap black wedges. She had no desire to wear a bra but hefting around 44HH breasts made that, at times, a challenge. Her breasts were much like Gwen’s: large, full (at top and bottom - almost like watermelons) and firm. Amy was as proud of her chest as she was the rest of her body; she knew she garnered attention wherever she went. At times, she downplayed it, dressing modestly to conceal her very curvy size 18 body. But on days like today, when she was feeling frisky, she didn’t mind at all of the world wanted to gawk and stare. She put on a cherry red bandeau bra that did nothing at all but contain the jiggle. She slid the fabric of the band up underneath her breasts, giving them en even fuller appearance. She put on a sheer white blouse (leaving it unbuttoned, grabbed her phone, slid her apartment keycard into her bra, and headed down to the lounge.
The lounge to her building was always a place bustling with activity and tonight was no different. It had a club like atmosphere and was considered to be one of ‘the’ places to be for the 20-30-something crowd. She made was way from the elevator and through the main lobby. As she turned the corner behind the security station, she could hear the chatter and music. The place was looked like it belonged in Vegas - hard lines, modern and ultra hip. Amy sauntered over to the bar, keenly aware that she’d caught the eye of more than one guy, and gal. The bartender beamed when he looked up and saw her heading his way.
“There she is, ladies and gentlemen! The queen of all the land! How is her majesty Queen Amy doing on this glorious evening?’ the bartender quipped. Amy laughed. “Just fine Frank, just fine. How you been?” Frank Dallas grabbed a glass and poured Amy a double scotch. “Had better days, Ames, but no needa complaining, huh? Going bout as well as they do. How bout yourself? How things been with you. Ain’t seen you down in a couple weeks.” Amy took the glass and threw her head back, downing it in one gulp. She put the glass on the bar and nodded. “Yeh, things have been busy with work and all. You know how it goes.” Frank picked up the bottle and poured her another. “So you off or recruiting?” he asked as he started straightening up bottles. “Nah,” Amy shook her head. “Just taking a little time. Got a few hours to kill before I start getting anything.” This time she took a long slow sip. “You know, I could use you back in the field. You game? Once a bull, always a bull.” Frank laughed. “Nah. Elise would kill me. Besides, you know how I left things with corporate - those bastards hate my guts.”
Amy laughed. She knew he was right. Frank had been one of the top Bulls for nearly a decade and commanded top dollar for his services. After one particularly bad engagement with a client, Frank quit and burned a ton of bridges when he left, but he and Amy had kept close, seeing as how it was partly Amy’s fault that Frank had been terminated. But he didn’t regret it and Amy knew he was happy. “How’s Elise, by the way?” Amy asked, finishing the drink. Elise was, at one point, a staunch opponent of Frank’s line of work and had gone toe-to-toe with Amy during Frank’s employment. Close to the end, however, the two grew close as Elise came to understand that Amy was Frank’s only ally against corporate. The two developed a strong friendship over the years.
Frank poured another. “Oh, she’s fine. Getting another boob job in a few days,” he said with a hint of credulity. “She’s already packing tits like yours, but she wants more. I keep telling her she looks fine with what she has but you know how she can be. And after that, she wants one of those butt lift things done. I can’t tell her shit - maybe you can talk some sense into her.” Amy sat up tall in her bar stool and gave him a look as if to say “Really?” Amy laughed and Frank grinned sheepishly. “Well, then again, maybe you’re the wrong one to talk to,” Frank said as he got an eyeful of Amy’s deep cleavage. “She sets her eyes on those things again and she may want to go even bigger!” Amy laughed. “Bigger isn’t necessarily a bad thing, Frank. I mean you’re one to talk about ‘big’ with what you’re packing.” Now it was Frank’s turn to laugh. “Ha! Well like you say doll, once a bull, always a bull!”
Amy threw back her next double. “You should come on up after your shift. It’s been a while,” she said. Frank cocked his head to the side as if thinking it over. “Besides, you owe me from the last time.” Frank held up his hands. “Yeh, yeh, don’t remind me,” he laughed. “But I’m closing tonight and won’t be cutting out till close to 3. And we’ll be heading down to Florida. Elise wants to hangout out in Miami a couple days before the surgery.” Amy smiled. “Oh that sounds so nice. Tell her I’m jealous! I need a vacation more than she does!” Frank nodded. “I have no doubt that you do. By the way, how’s lover boy doing? I spoke with Carlo last week. Said that Mr. Big is really doing it up.” Frank gave Amy a sideways glance. Amy returned the stare, making Frank laugh. “I’m just sayin’, that’s all. Sooner or later you know you’re going to.”
Amy pushed the glass towards Frank, signaling another round. She looked around the room as if in deep thought before finally replying. “No, not yet. I don’t want to fuck him over, you know? When I’m done, then I’ll make that move.” Frank nodded. While he held no animosity towards Amy in any way, they both knew that it was their relationship that started Frank’s decline. Corporate frowned upon interoffice relationships in order to make sure the Coordinators did not take on the posture of having ‘favorites.’ Amy had been with the company from the beginning and saw several Coordinators come and go, especially in the overseas markets. Her tryst with Frank occurred right after she’d been promoted, which was the only thing that probably saved her job - that and the fact that corporate really liked her.
Amy finished typing the text to Brad and tossed it on the bed. All of her assignments had been updated and now she had some time to kill until the first of the evening’s confirmation texts started to come in. “So that the hell are you gonna do with yourself until then, Amy?” she asked her self aloud. Cabin fever hadn’t fully set in yet and while she was sure that she didn’t want to get out and really go somewhere, she knew that she didn’t want to stay cooped up in her apartment either. She decided to go down to the lounge of her building to get a drink.
Amy was a big girl and she didn’t mind showing it off. With that in mind, she knew that her none orange catsuit would draw a bit more attention than she wanted. So took it off and put on her tightest pair of semi-opaque leggings and slipped her feet inside of a pair of high, ankle-strap black wedges. She had no desire to wear a bra but hefting around 44HH breasts made that, at times, a challenge. Her breasts were much like Gwen’s: large, full (at top and bottom - almost like watermelons) and firm. Amy was as proud of her chest as she was the rest of her body; she knew she garnered attention wherever she went. At times, she downplayed it, dressing modestly to conceal her very curvy size 18 body. But on days like today, when she was feeling frisky, she didn’t mind at all of the world wanted to gawk and stare. She put on a cherry red bandeau bra that did nothing at all but contain the jiggle. She slid the fabric of the band up underneath her breasts, giving them en even fuller appearance. She put on a sheer white blouse (leaving it unbuttoned, grabbed her phone, slid her apartment keycard into her bra, and headed down to the lounge.
The lounge to her building was always a place bustling with activity and tonight was no different. It had a club like atmosphere and was considered to be one of ‘the’ places to be for the 20-30-something crowd. She made was way from the elevator and through the main lobby. As she turned the corner behind the security station, she could hear the chatter and music. The place was looked like it belonged in Vegas - hard lines, modern and ultra hip. Amy sauntered over to the bar, keenly aware that she’d caught the eye of more than one guy, and gal. The bartender beamed when he looked up and saw her heading his way.
“There she is, ladies and gentlemen! The queen of all the land! How is her majesty Queen Amy doing on this glorious evening?’ the bartender quipped. Amy laughed. “Just fine Frank, just fine. How you been?” Frank Dallas grabbed a glass and poured Amy a double scotch. “Had better days, Ames, but no needa complaining, huh? Going bout as well as they do. How bout yourself? How things been with you. Ain’t seen you down in a couple weeks.” Amy took the glass and threw her head back, downing it in one gulp. She put the glass on the bar and nodded. “Yeh, things have been busy with work and all. You know how it goes.” Frank picked up the bottle and poured her another. “So you off or recruiting?” he asked as he started straightening up bottles. “Nah,” Amy shook her head. “Just taking a little time. Got a few hours to kill before I start getting anything.” This time she took a long slow sip. “You know, I could use you back in the field. You game? Once a bull, always a bull.” Frank laughed. “Nah. Elise would kill me. Besides, you know how I left things with corporate - those bastards hate my guts.”
Amy laughed. She knew he was right. Frank had been one of the top Bulls for nearly a decade and commanded top dollar for his services. After one particularly bad engagement with a client, Frank quit and burned a ton of bridges when he left, but he and Amy had kept close, seeing as how it was partly Amy’s fault that Frank had been terminated. But he didn’t regret it and Amy knew he was happy. “How’s Elise, by the way?” Amy asked, finishing the drink. Elise was, at one point, a staunch opponent of Frank’s line of work and had gone toe-to-toe with Amy during Frank’s employment. Close to the end, however, the two grew close as Elise came to understand that Amy was Frank’s only ally against corporate. The two developed a strong friendship over the years.
Frank poured another. “Oh, she’s fine. Getting another boob job in a few days,” he said with a hint of credulity. “She’s already packing tits like yours, but she wants more. I keep telling her she looks fine with what she has but you know how she can be. And after that, she wants one of those butt lift things done. I can’t tell her shit - maybe you can talk some sense into her.” Amy sat up tall in her bar stool and gave him a look as if to say “Really?” Amy laughed and Frank grinned sheepishly. “Well, then again, maybe you’re the wrong one to talk to,” Frank said as he got an eyeful of Amy’s deep cleavage. “She sets her eyes on those things again and she may want to go even bigger!” Amy laughed. “Bigger isn’t necessarily a bad thing, Frank. I mean you’re one to talk about ‘big’ with what you’re packing.” Now it was Frank’s turn to laugh. “Ha! Well like you say doll, once a bull, always a bull!”
Amy threw back her next double. “You should come on up after your shift. It’s been a while,” she said. Frank cocked his head to the side as if thinking it over. “Besides, you owe me from the last time.” Frank held up his hands. “Yeh, yeh, don’t remind me,” he laughed. “But I’m closing tonight and won’t be cutting out till close to 3. And we’ll be heading down to Florida. Elise wants to hangout out in Miami a couple days before the surgery.” Amy smiled. “Oh that sounds so nice. Tell her I’m jealous! I need a vacation more than she does!” Frank nodded. “I have no doubt that you do. By the way, how’s lover boy doing? I spoke with Carlo last week. Said that Mr. Big is really doing it up.” Frank gave Amy a sideways glance. Amy returned the stare, making Frank laugh. “I’m just sayin’, that’s all. Sooner or later you know you’re going to.”
Amy pushed the glass towards Frank, signaling another round. She looked around the room as if in deep thought before finally replying. “No, not yet. I don’t want to fuck him over, you know? When I’m done, then I’ll make that move.” Frank nodded. While he held no animosity towards Amy in any way, they both knew that it was their relationship that started Frank’s decline. Corporate frowned upon interoffice relationships in order to make sure the Coordinators did not take on the posture of having ‘favorites.’ Amy had been with the company from the beginning and saw several Coordinators come and go, especially in the overseas markets. Her tryst with Frank occurred right after she’d been promoted, which was the only thing that probably saved her job - that and the fact that corporate really liked her.
- GTOK,
He poured another double and as she reached to grab it, he took her hand in his. “Listen, we both know it ain’t your fault. And like I told you time and time again, I’m good with being out. And I’m good with you. Hell, even Elise forgave you and now you two are thick as thieves!” The last line made Amy smile. She didn’t want to be sad and she was grateful that Frank was the way he was about the whole thing. “But,” he continued, “you and I both know that he needs an outlet. You think he’s found one yet?
Amy down half her drink. “I don’t know,” she replied. “Brad’s been pretty good about maintaining a strictly business sorta thing. If he is seeing anyone, he’s keeping it well off the radar - which I’d highly recommend.” She downed the remainder of the dark amber liquid and turned the glass upside down on the napkin, signaling to Frank that she was done. He took the glass and placed it in the sink. “I would be interested to know if he is seeing anyone …” she thought. She quickly shook her head as if clearing cobwebs and gave Frank a long stare. “But he’s not on my radar right now. You on the other hand …”
Amy stood up and ‘adjusted’ her bra by lifting up her massive chest and leaning forward, giving Frank an unobstructed view of her deep cavernous cleavage. Frank chuckled and licked his lips. “You sure know how to get to a fella. Been thinking bout you for a while now …” he said, trailing off. He grabbed the inseam of his pants in an effort to adjust and make room for the growing bulge in his pants. “I gotta take care of this,” Frank muttered to himself as he turned around. He looked down to the end of the bar to his coworker tending bar on the other end. “Hey Chris!” Frank yelled loud enough to get the young man’s attention. Chris turned and smiled, then froze as he got a glimpse of Amy’s massive bosom. “Need to go take care of something. I’ll be gone about an hour. Take over, will ya? I’ll be right back.” Without giving the flabbergasted bartender time to respond, Frank untied his apron and headed towards the side of the bar. Amy gave Chris a wave and blew him a kiss and Chris could only stare.
“Come on gorgeous,” Frank muttered as he slid up close to Amy to grab a handful of her big ass. “Seems we both got some itches that need scratching. Let’s go."
Amy down half her drink. “I don’t know,” she replied. “Brad’s been pretty good about maintaining a strictly business sorta thing. If he is seeing anyone, he’s keeping it well off the radar - which I’d highly recommend.” She downed the remainder of the dark amber liquid and turned the glass upside down on the napkin, signaling to Frank that she was done. He took the glass and placed it in the sink. “I would be interested to know if he is seeing anyone …” she thought. She quickly shook her head as if clearing cobwebs and gave Frank a long stare. “But he’s not on my radar right now. You on the other hand …”
Amy stood up and ‘adjusted’ her bra by lifting up her massive chest and leaning forward, giving Frank an unobstructed view of her deep cavernous cleavage. Frank chuckled and licked his lips. “You sure know how to get to a fella. Been thinking bout you for a while now …” he said, trailing off. He grabbed the inseam of his pants in an effort to adjust and make room for the growing bulge in his pants. “I gotta take care of this,” Frank muttered to himself as he turned around. He looked down to the end of the bar to his coworker tending bar on the other end. “Hey Chris!” Frank yelled loud enough to get the young man’s attention. Chris turned and smiled, then froze as he got a glimpse of Amy’s massive bosom. “Need to go take care of something. I’ll be gone about an hour. Take over, will ya? I’ll be right back.” Without giving the flabbergasted bartender time to respond, Frank untied his apron and headed towards the side of the bar. Amy gave Chris a wave and blew him a kiss and Chris could only stare.
“Come on gorgeous,” Frank muttered as he slid up close to Amy to grab a handful of her big ass. “Seems we both got some itches that need scratching. Let’s go."
GTOK, Great to see you updating, and quite impressively. This story has immense potential.
Any word on finishing up St. Valentine's Day?
Any word on finishing up St. Valentine's Day?
- GTOK,
The elevator ride back up to Amy’s apartment was fast and the couple were in Amy's room and naked in no time. Amy pushed Frank down on the oversized loveseat and smiled as his big dong whipped back smacked against his stomach with a thud. Frank had been one of the top Bulls for a reason - he was built like one. His body was much like Brad’s, Amy thought. Strong broad shoulders, his arms and legs rippled with muscles on top of muscles. The muscle between his legs, however, stole the show.
While he didn’t have the length of Brad’s monster, he certainly had the girth to be in the ballpark. Roughly 9 inches in length, the circumference was more than Amy could fit her fingers around. His testicles were nearly the size of tennis balls, sagging perfectly in their huge sac. “You’re not fucking me over this time,” Amy said breathlessly as she straddled the thick beef and felt it inch up inside of her asshole. “I want it all over me, you got that?” she said poking him in hie large left pec. Frank grinned. He loved how she got off on letting him cum on her. “Cum on her” was putting it lightly - he hosed her down. Her mouth started to salivate at the the thought of being able to taste his hot sweet punk again - it had been too long. Of all of the footage of the Bulls she’d watched over the years, no one besides Brad really shot as much jizz as Frank. His volleys were long and thick and heavy on the volume. As an experiment, she’d been able to collect all of his spunk during one of their sexual rendezvous. It took nearly three of the red plastic cups that they’d been drinking from cups to catch it all.
Amy slid her big bottom all the way down the thick shaft taking the full length of the thick beast in her ass. She loved anal sex with Frank and it happened that over time, that’s pretty much the only way they had sex. She braced her hands against his shoulders and started rocking back and forth while Frank lifted her ass from the bottom and thrusted his hips up and down in his own rhythm. The two sweated, panted and cursed each other raw animal lust for nearly 15 minutes, neither one breaking stride or stroke. Frank gritted his teeth and focused hard on not coming while Amy was doing everything in her power to coax that sweet juice from his balls.
Without giving Frank any warning, Amy lifted herself up and off of his cock with a loud “pop” from her puckered asshole. She moved over to the bed and got up on the side on all fours, her big ass waving lewdly at him. Frank followed her lead and move quickly up behind her, cramming his thick tool back into her anus. This position gave Frank more control and he took advantage, pumping Amy’s hot, tight, slick asshole for all he was worth. After a couple dozen strokes, he felt the flash boil of cum start to bubble in his balls. “Fucker’s bout to blow,” he grunted between strokes. Amy was nearing orgasm herself and didn’t want to get off of his cock but catching he release was more of a priority than her orgasm. “I can always use a toy,” she thought to herself as she fell forward, abruptly dislodging Frank’s cock from her ass.
She didn’t have to wait long. As soon as Frank gave his cock one hard jerk, the big penis let loose its payload. Stream after thick stream flew from the thick slit of Frank’s cock, sending ropes of his hot seed splashing down on Amy’s big tits and stomach. She watched his cock intently as it spewed the hot white lava. Another volley fired from Frank’s cock and Amy sat up and intentionally moved directly in the line of fire, the stream catching her square on the bridge of her nose. She yelped in excitement as she moved in front of another rocket, this time hitting her on her left cheek. The next one landed squarely on her chin with a splat.
Fully satisfied, Amy fell back on the bed and listened to Frank grunt and groan as he jerked more and more thick jism from his balls, drenching her body in the process. After a few seconds, he landed on the bed beside her with a thud, totally exhausted. “Fuck,” he groaned. “Haven’t had it like that in a while,” he said, the position of his face in the mattress nearly muffling his words. Amy didn’t disagree. She’d missed her trysts with Frank and it had been too long since their last foray. She patted his bare ass. “Yeh, big boy,” she said between licking her fingers clean of the big scoops of cum she wiped from her face and chin. “Don’t a stranger. You know where I live.” “And you know where I work,” he said quickly in reply. “Guess we both need to make sure we stay on schedule.”
While he didn’t have the length of Brad’s monster, he certainly had the girth to be in the ballpark. Roughly 9 inches in length, the circumference was more than Amy could fit her fingers around. His testicles were nearly the size of tennis balls, sagging perfectly in their huge sac. “You’re not fucking me over this time,” Amy said breathlessly as she straddled the thick beef and felt it inch up inside of her asshole. “I want it all over me, you got that?” she said poking him in hie large left pec. Frank grinned. He loved how she got off on letting him cum on her. “Cum on her” was putting it lightly - he hosed her down. Her mouth started to salivate at the the thought of being able to taste his hot sweet punk again - it had been too long. Of all of the footage of the Bulls she’d watched over the years, no one besides Brad really shot as much jizz as Frank. His volleys were long and thick and heavy on the volume. As an experiment, she’d been able to collect all of his spunk during one of their sexual rendezvous. It took nearly three of the red plastic cups that they’d been drinking from cups to catch it all.
Amy slid her big bottom all the way down the thick shaft taking the full length of the thick beast in her ass. She loved anal sex with Frank and it happened that over time, that’s pretty much the only way they had sex. She braced her hands against his shoulders and started rocking back and forth while Frank lifted her ass from the bottom and thrusted his hips up and down in his own rhythm. The two sweated, panted and cursed each other raw animal lust for nearly 15 minutes, neither one breaking stride or stroke. Frank gritted his teeth and focused hard on not coming while Amy was doing everything in her power to coax that sweet juice from his balls.
Without giving Frank any warning, Amy lifted herself up and off of his cock with a loud “pop” from her puckered asshole. She moved over to the bed and got up on the side on all fours, her big ass waving lewdly at him. Frank followed her lead and move quickly up behind her, cramming his thick tool back into her anus. This position gave Frank more control and he took advantage, pumping Amy’s hot, tight, slick asshole for all he was worth. After a couple dozen strokes, he felt the flash boil of cum start to bubble in his balls. “Fucker’s bout to blow,” he grunted between strokes. Amy was nearing orgasm herself and didn’t want to get off of his cock but catching he release was more of a priority than her orgasm. “I can always use a toy,” she thought to herself as she fell forward, abruptly dislodging Frank’s cock from her ass.
She didn’t have to wait long. As soon as Frank gave his cock one hard jerk, the big penis let loose its payload. Stream after thick stream flew from the thick slit of Frank’s cock, sending ropes of his hot seed splashing down on Amy’s big tits and stomach. She watched his cock intently as it spewed the hot white lava. Another volley fired from Frank’s cock and Amy sat up and intentionally moved directly in the line of fire, the stream catching her square on the bridge of her nose. She yelped in excitement as she moved in front of another rocket, this time hitting her on her left cheek. The next one landed squarely on her chin with a splat.
Fully satisfied, Amy fell back on the bed and listened to Frank grunt and groan as he jerked more and more thick jism from his balls, drenching her body in the process. After a few seconds, he landed on the bed beside her with a thud, totally exhausted. “Fuck,” he groaned. “Haven’t had it like that in a while,” he said, the position of his face in the mattress nearly muffling his words. Amy didn’t disagree. She’d missed her trysts with Frank and it had been too long since their last foray. She patted his bare ass. “Yeh, big boy,” she said between licking her fingers clean of the big scoops of cum she wiped from her face and chin. “Don’t a stranger. You know where I live.” “And you know where I work,” he said quickly in reply. “Guess we both need to make sure we stay on schedule.”
- GTOK,
Amy groaned as she heard her phone chime. “Fuck - they’re early. I’ve still got a half hour,” she grunted as she sat up on the bed, her big heavy boobs resting in her lap. “Sounds like you got some sets to confirm and clear,” Frank said with the confident tone of a man that knew exactly what was going on. He rolled over onto his back away from Amy and pushed himself up. As he stood up, they both noticed that his cock wasn’t quite yet soft. Amy reached for it and gave it a couple of hard yanks. “I didn’t even get a chance to talk to him. Been a while since we’ve had one of our nice chats,” she added as the ran her thumb across the delicate frenulum, causing Frank to shudder. He was about to move in front of her when they both heard the phone chime again. “Shit,” they both muttered simultaneously, causing them to share a laugh. “I’ll just go wash up a bit before I head back down,” he said leaning down to give her a kiss. “Mmmm I taste pretty good,” he said with a wink before grabbing his clothes and heading off to the bathroom.
The phone chimed again and Amy walked over to the desk to pick it up. There were 5 Bulls that had reported in. She responded quickly to each one and tossed the phone on the bed. By the time she was done, Frank was walking out of the bathroom, fully dressed and combing his hair. “Damn,” he said, stopping to admire the full figured cum covered woman in front of him. “That was nearly long enough.” Amy moved back over to the sofa and mashed her massive breasts together. “We’ve still got a little time left. Why not finish what you started?” she said lustily, hoping to entice Frank with one more round. Just as Frank started to make his way over to her, her phone chimed again. “Mother fucker!” Amy shouted in despair. Frank laughed as he bent down and gave her another kiss. “Take care of your work doll. I’ll be back up real soon.”
Amy playfully slapped him on the ass as he turned and left. “I’m holding you and that big dick of yours to it,” she said. Frank laughed, waved and closed the door behind him. Amy stood up with a grunt and groan, grabbed her phone and headed to the bathroom to clean up. She looked a that text message and froze:
“Lobby. 15 minutes. Greg wants to see you.”
“Shit,” she muttered.
—
The phone chimed again and Amy walked over to the desk to pick it up. There were 5 Bulls that had reported in. She responded quickly to each one and tossed the phone on the bed. By the time she was done, Frank was walking out of the bathroom, fully dressed and combing his hair. “Damn,” he said, stopping to admire the full figured cum covered woman in front of him. “That was nearly long enough.” Amy moved back over to the sofa and mashed her massive breasts together. “We’ve still got a little time left. Why not finish what you started?” she said lustily, hoping to entice Frank with one more round. Just as Frank started to make his way over to her, her phone chimed again. “Mother fucker!” Amy shouted in despair. Frank laughed as he bent down and gave her another kiss. “Take care of your work doll. I’ll be back up real soon.”
Amy playfully slapped him on the ass as he turned and left. “I’m holding you and that big dick of yours to it,” she said. Frank laughed, waved and closed the door behind him. Amy stood up with a grunt and groan, grabbed her phone and headed to the bathroom to clean up. She looked a that text message and froze:
“Lobby. 15 minutes. Greg wants to see you.”
“Shit,” she muttered.
—
- GTOK,
Chapter Five: Brad
“I expected it to be big but it’s just …. so damn big …,” Gwen stammered as she took the shaft in her hand. “Fuck! It’s so thick,” she said breathlessly as she struggled to wrap her long fingers around the shaft. Brad moved a bit closer, forcing his cock up and nestled into the long valley of her deep cleavage. “Damn they’re so soft,” he thought to himself as Gwen mashed her breasts around the hot pole. "A lot softer than they look. Fuck - to be this soft and this big … damn!” Gwen dropped her hands and Brad placed his own underneath them, testing their weight. “Fuck - and they’re fucking heavy,” he thought to himself as he lifted them gently up and down, trying to gauge just how much weight the small woman was carrying around. “There’s gotta be at least 15-20 pounds of tit here and they so full,” he said as his cock surged with a fresh inflow of blood, the head now firmly seated on her sternum.
Brad had encountered women of all colors, ages, ethnicities, shapes, and sizes during his time as a Bull. But he had never encountered a woman so grossly over-endowed as Gwen. Even though he saw her every day and was able to admire her gigantic rack every day, this was the first time that he’d been able to really look at her and touch her. He just couldn’t get over how her thin body was able to carry such a gigantic load.
Gwen was totally fixated on the giant phallus, still trying to wrap her fingers around the shaft. “Holy fucking crap … it’s … it's so long …. and soooo thick … this thing’ll never fit …” she said, almost in a whisper. Brad caught what she said and leaned down so that his lips touched her ear. He responded in the same whispered tone: “Don’t worry. I’ve got plenty of lube. It’ll fit. We’re gonna go nice and slow. And then when we’ve gotten it all inside, … I’m going to fuck the living shit out of you.” The measured, even tone of his voice was in stark contrast to the vulgar language he whispered in her ear and Gwen could feel her pussy throb in cadence with his words. Brad continued. "Your pussy, your mouth, your breasts and even your sweet little asshole - every hole you have will experience nothing they’ve ever experienced before. You’re going to cream more than you ever thought was possible and when I’m ready, I’m going to give your tongue the sweetest milk it’s ever tasted.”
Brad started a long, lazy thrusting motion with his hips, sliding his cock slowly up and down the depths of Gwen’s insanely deep cleavage. Gwen was shaking, almost uncontrollably, with anticipation now, she could feel her wetness slowly trailing down her inner thigh. Her knees were trembling and she could hardly keep the muscles in her legs under control; she braced herself against the back of the sofa for support. Her chest was heaving now, the massive balloons rising and falling at an execrated rate. She tried desperately to get herself under control, but she was in pure heat. The trickle of fluids that had run down her thigh had increased to a small river now, flowing freely down her legs. Brad slowly traced his finger from the back of her ass, around her waist, up her arm to her shoulder, then slowly worked his way in lazy circles down across her breast. “Shit! These things are so fucking massive,” he thought as he traced his finger lightly over the goose-bumped filled flesh. With his other hand, he reached down and ran a finger up along her inner thigh, coating his index and middle finger in her discharge. He traced one finger across her lips, coating them with her juice. She instinctively flicked her tongue out and licked her lips clean. Brad then sucked both fingers into his own mouth. “Tasty,” he said in a low drawl, making her cunt throb harder, sending even more juice down her leg.
Just as Brad began to kneed and tug on Gwen’s big nipple, his cell phone chirped. He gave Gwen a long stare before slowly dislodging his cock from between her breasts. He didn’t want to leave the warmth and softness of that delicious cavern but his phone chirping meant business, and Brad was always in business-mode. No amount of extracurricular activity was taking his mind away from that. Gwen looked flabbergasted as he stepped back, confused as to what was going on. He walked over to the table and picked up his phone. It was a message from Amy:
“maybe a change in plans - again. Just got text from Greg. On my way to meet him. Stand by."
“I expected it to be big but it’s just …. so damn big …,” Gwen stammered as she took the shaft in her hand. “Fuck! It’s so thick,” she said breathlessly as she struggled to wrap her long fingers around the shaft. Brad moved a bit closer, forcing his cock up and nestled into the long valley of her deep cleavage. “Damn they’re so soft,” he thought to himself as Gwen mashed her breasts around the hot pole. "A lot softer than they look. Fuck - to be this soft and this big … damn!” Gwen dropped her hands and Brad placed his own underneath them, testing their weight. “Fuck - and they’re fucking heavy,” he thought to himself as he lifted them gently up and down, trying to gauge just how much weight the small woman was carrying around. “There’s gotta be at least 15-20 pounds of tit here and they so full,” he said as his cock surged with a fresh inflow of blood, the head now firmly seated on her sternum.
Brad had encountered women of all colors, ages, ethnicities, shapes, and sizes during his time as a Bull. But he had never encountered a woman so grossly over-endowed as Gwen. Even though he saw her every day and was able to admire her gigantic rack every day, this was the first time that he’d been able to really look at her and touch her. He just couldn’t get over how her thin body was able to carry such a gigantic load.
Gwen was totally fixated on the giant phallus, still trying to wrap her fingers around the shaft. “Holy fucking crap … it’s … it's so long …. and soooo thick … this thing’ll never fit …” she said, almost in a whisper. Brad caught what she said and leaned down so that his lips touched her ear. He responded in the same whispered tone: “Don’t worry. I’ve got plenty of lube. It’ll fit. We’re gonna go nice and slow. And then when we’ve gotten it all inside, … I’m going to fuck the living shit out of you.” The measured, even tone of his voice was in stark contrast to the vulgar language he whispered in her ear and Gwen could feel her pussy throb in cadence with his words. Brad continued. "Your pussy, your mouth, your breasts and even your sweet little asshole - every hole you have will experience nothing they’ve ever experienced before. You’re going to cream more than you ever thought was possible and when I’m ready, I’m going to give your tongue the sweetest milk it’s ever tasted.”
Brad started a long, lazy thrusting motion with his hips, sliding his cock slowly up and down the depths of Gwen’s insanely deep cleavage. Gwen was shaking, almost uncontrollably, with anticipation now, she could feel her wetness slowly trailing down her inner thigh. Her knees were trembling and she could hardly keep the muscles in her legs under control; she braced herself against the back of the sofa for support. Her chest was heaving now, the massive balloons rising and falling at an execrated rate. She tried desperately to get herself under control, but she was in pure heat. The trickle of fluids that had run down her thigh had increased to a small river now, flowing freely down her legs. Brad slowly traced his finger from the back of her ass, around her waist, up her arm to her shoulder, then slowly worked his way in lazy circles down across her breast. “Shit! These things are so fucking massive,” he thought as he traced his finger lightly over the goose-bumped filled flesh. With his other hand, he reached down and ran a finger up along her inner thigh, coating his index and middle finger in her discharge. He traced one finger across her lips, coating them with her juice. She instinctively flicked her tongue out and licked her lips clean. Brad then sucked both fingers into his own mouth. “Tasty,” he said in a low drawl, making her cunt throb harder, sending even more juice down her leg.
Just as Brad began to kneed and tug on Gwen’s big nipple, his cell phone chirped. He gave Gwen a long stare before slowly dislodging his cock from between her breasts. He didn’t want to leave the warmth and softness of that delicious cavern but his phone chirping meant business, and Brad was always in business-mode. No amount of extracurricular activity was taking his mind away from that. Gwen looked flabbergasted as he stepped back, confused as to what was going on. He walked over to the table and picked up his phone. It was a message from Amy:
“maybe a change in plans - again. Just got text from Greg. On my way to meet him. Stand by."
- GTOK,
The pungent but sweet aroma of Gwen's gushing pussy scent was unmistakable and Brad smiled, knowing that he’d accomplished his goal.
“But,” he said as he stepped back a couple of feet from her, her hands now too far away to hold his now softening, semi-erect cock, “tonight just isn’t going to be the night for that. Seems as if my meeting’s back on, so I’ll need to get ready to go,” he said as he picked up his sweat pants off the floor and stepped into them. “I do still have a busy evening.” He was lying but the text message had given him a better out than the one he had planned. He never had any intention of fucking Gwen, at least not tonight. He had rules and he was one that stock by them - almost to a fault. He wasn’t sure of his much further he would’ve allowed things to go, but having sex with her, a non-scustomer, wasn’t going to happen - no matter how soft and delicious her bosom felt.
Gwen looked dumbfounded. Her eyes darted around the room as if she’d woken up from a bad dream. Her body was still shaking and her pussy was throbbing now, almost aching to feel Brad’s gigantic dong inside of her. She took a few deep breaths in and effort to calm down and after several seconds, she was able to at least stop trembling. Her pussy would take something else to appease, but she wasn’t going to beg. Gwen was a prideful woman with a massive ego and she wasn’t about to allow Brad see her broken - no matter how much she actually was. She wanted him inside of her so badly she could already feel him. But she was willing to play this cat and mouse game a little longer.
“Well, Bradley, “she finally managed to get out, almost in a hoarse whisper, “this has been a most enlightening experience. And one that I must say that while disappointing, it’s been highly educational.” Brad looked puzzled. “Educational?” he asked. Gwen hobbled over to where her coat was on the floor and picked it up, using the brief pause to get herself together. She straightened herself up and turned around. “Yes, educational,” she replied, this time with more strength in her voice. “I’ve learned just what the mighty Bradley Collins hides in those sweatpants. She paused as she walked closer to him, close enough to where she could feel his incredibly thick, but softening cock pressed into her upper thigh. “And I now I’ve learned what Big Brad likes.” Brad raise dan eyebrow. “So you get to finally see me naked and get to grope my cock and suddenly you know what I like?” he asked, his tone bordering on sarcasm. Gwen picked up on the tone and replied in kind. “Of course. These juggs know everything.” She lifted her tits and pressed the massive swell of her mounds into his chest, her huge, still rock-hard nipples rubbing against his own. “Everything.”
She gave Brad a long stare and abruptly turned around, headed towards the door. Brad didn’t bother to follow. She opened the door and stepped out into the hallway. She turned around, lifted her left breast up and took the large nipple into her mouth, sucking hard enough to cave in her cheeks. After a few seconds, she released it with a loud “pop” that echoed through the cavernous hallway. “We’ll be seeing you,” she said as she turned around and headed down the hall, leaving the door wide open to make sure Brad watched the whole time. When she got to the end of the hallway before turning to go down another one to her own place, she paused, turned around, and repeated the action, this time with her right breast. The pop-release was loud enough to reach Brad’s ears. He could see Gwen smile before she turned the corner and out of sight.
Brad smiled as he walked through the foyer to close the door. “She can do that to a nipple, sure, but let’s see what happens when she tries sucking on one of these puppies,” he said as he groped his huge testicles through the sweatpants. HE didn’t want to admit it, but Gwen had stoked his fire and he wanted - needed - to fuck. His balls are churning and cock was still on the verge of one good dam-breaking kegel away from a massive erection. He stood silently in the foyer, trying to clear his mind and concentrate on his breathing in an effort to quell the penny energy. He needed to release. He needed to fuck.
As he closed the door, his phone chimed again. He checked the time - 7:00. The foray with Gwen didn’t seem to go nearly as long as it apparently did. “Still early”, he thought to himself. “Hopefully I’ve got another call. After fucking around with Gwen, she got my balls churning. I’m going to need to drop my load real soon and I’d rather it not be wasted on a towel.” He looked at this phone and froze:
“Hey Brad. It’s Greg. Need to touch base. I’m at Amy’s building. Meet me at 8, please. Thanks.”
“But,” he said as he stepped back a couple of feet from her, her hands now too far away to hold his now softening, semi-erect cock, “tonight just isn’t going to be the night for that. Seems as if my meeting’s back on, so I’ll need to get ready to go,” he said as he picked up his sweat pants off the floor and stepped into them. “I do still have a busy evening.” He was lying but the text message had given him a better out than the one he had planned. He never had any intention of fucking Gwen, at least not tonight. He had rules and he was one that stock by them - almost to a fault. He wasn’t sure of his much further he would’ve allowed things to go, but having sex with her, a non-scustomer, wasn’t going to happen - no matter how soft and delicious her bosom felt.
Gwen looked dumbfounded. Her eyes darted around the room as if she’d woken up from a bad dream. Her body was still shaking and her pussy was throbbing now, almost aching to feel Brad’s gigantic dong inside of her. She took a few deep breaths in and effort to calm down and after several seconds, she was able to at least stop trembling. Her pussy would take something else to appease, but she wasn’t going to beg. Gwen was a prideful woman with a massive ego and she wasn’t about to allow Brad see her broken - no matter how much she actually was. She wanted him inside of her so badly she could already feel him. But she was willing to play this cat and mouse game a little longer.
“Well, Bradley, “she finally managed to get out, almost in a hoarse whisper, “this has been a most enlightening experience. And one that I must say that while disappointing, it’s been highly educational.” Brad looked puzzled. “Educational?” he asked. Gwen hobbled over to where her coat was on the floor and picked it up, using the brief pause to get herself together. She straightened herself up and turned around. “Yes, educational,” she replied, this time with more strength in her voice. “I’ve learned just what the mighty Bradley Collins hides in those sweatpants. She paused as she walked closer to him, close enough to where she could feel his incredibly thick, but softening cock pressed into her upper thigh. “And I now I’ve learned what Big Brad likes.” Brad raise dan eyebrow. “So you get to finally see me naked and get to grope my cock and suddenly you know what I like?” he asked, his tone bordering on sarcasm. Gwen picked up on the tone and replied in kind. “Of course. These juggs know everything.” She lifted her tits and pressed the massive swell of her mounds into his chest, her huge, still rock-hard nipples rubbing against his own. “Everything.”
She gave Brad a long stare and abruptly turned around, headed towards the door. Brad didn’t bother to follow. She opened the door and stepped out into the hallway. She turned around, lifted her left breast up and took the large nipple into her mouth, sucking hard enough to cave in her cheeks. After a few seconds, she released it with a loud “pop” that echoed through the cavernous hallway. “We’ll be seeing you,” she said as she turned around and headed down the hall, leaving the door wide open to make sure Brad watched the whole time. When she got to the end of the hallway before turning to go down another one to her own place, she paused, turned around, and repeated the action, this time with her right breast. The pop-release was loud enough to reach Brad’s ears. He could see Gwen smile before she turned the corner and out of sight.
Brad smiled as he walked through the foyer to close the door. “She can do that to a nipple, sure, but let’s see what happens when she tries sucking on one of these puppies,” he said as he groped his huge testicles through the sweatpants. HE didn’t want to admit it, but Gwen had stoked his fire and he wanted - needed - to fuck. His balls are churning and cock was still on the verge of one good dam-breaking kegel away from a massive erection. He stood silently in the foyer, trying to clear his mind and concentrate on his breathing in an effort to quell the penny energy. He needed to release. He needed to fuck.
As he closed the door, his phone chimed again. He checked the time - 7:00. The foray with Gwen didn’t seem to go nearly as long as it apparently did. “Still early”, he thought to himself. “Hopefully I’ve got another call. After fucking around with Gwen, she got my balls churning. I’m going to need to drop my load real soon and I’d rather it not be wasted on a towel.” He looked at this phone and froze:
“Hey Brad. It’s Greg. Need to touch base. I’m at Amy’s building. Meet me at 8, please. Thanks.”
- GTOK,
“First Amy texts me about Greg and now Greg wants to meet. Fuck,” Brad muttered to himself. He walked to the bathroom and opened his medicine cabinet. He grabbed a couple of medicine bottles: one of ibuprofen, the other of horny goat weed. He took two of each and swallowed. He caught a glimpse of the cylinder of his penis pump out of the corner of his eye and felt his cock lurch. “No time for that right now, big fella,” Brad said aloud to himself as he patted the huge swell on his thigh. “Gotta get ready to see what’s going on. Must be pretty big if Greg wants to see me in person.”
Brad walked over to the shower and turned it on to warm up. He took off his sweatpants and tossed them in the hamper before turning back to the full wall mirror and looked himself over. His cock was fully deflated now, but still hanging thick and heavier than normal. His balls felt like boulders and needed a release. When he noted the steam fogging up the glass of the shower, he stepped in and let the hot water cascade over his body. He wasn’t in the mood for a cold shower since he didn’t want to introduce any type of shock to his system. He loved the full feeling in his balls and relished how heavy his entire package was, but he wanted to get in under tighter control with regards to the strong desire and urge he had to fuck.
Brad quickly lathered up and scrubbed his body from head to toe, paying close attention to his big package. After washing off the soap, he stepped out of the shower, dried off and went thru his normal post-shower routine. He picked up his phone to check the time: 7:30. “On schedule,” he said to himself as he walked to his closet and to select his attire. He stood there for a moment trying to decide on what to wear. He’d only met with Greg once before and was woefully underdressed. Although the meeting went well, Brad left feeling that he’d lost a few point with Greg and he wanted to make sure that he got those points back and more when he saw him again. After a more than unnerving fretful ordeal in clothing section, Brad finally got dressed and made his way out of the condo.
As he approached the elevator bank, he saw Gwen coming down the hall. She was dressed in an ill-fitting one piece mini that didn’t flatter her much too thin frame. She had no hips to speak of and her legs, while seemingly a mile long, were skinny and without much shape. But with all of the things Brad found unattractive about her body, all of that was vastly overshadowed by the enormity of her breasts, and the way the lycra material encased the huge orbs, that was more than enough to compensate. It was readily apparent that she wasn’t wearing a bra as her fat nipples were clearly and plainly visible - even a blind man would’ve been able to know. She had on matching while heels that were way to high for her, the awkwardness of her gait was apparent and made he boobs jump and bounce almost comically. Brad had to fight every impulse he had not to kegel, knowing that doing so would entice a full blown erection.
Gwen smiled demurely as she came up next to him. “Well hello again, Mr. Collins,” she said with a hint of sarcasm dripping in what Brad took to be disdain. She looked him up and down deliberately, letting her eyes rest on his package several seconds longer than she should have. "You’re looking pretty dapper there - I assume that you’re headed out for your ‘meeting’?” the sarcasm a bit thicker as she turned to face the elevator. Brad smiled and nodded. He turned to over her side profile a once over and marveled again at just how freakish her boobs looked on her. They were even more accentuated form the side. He took in her legs and noted that he could see some slight definition in her calves, which was welcomed. She had barely any noticeable bump in her ass and her arms were equally as thin as her legs. But that chest of hers was mind-blowing - it was like looking at a tennis ball with a pencil stuck to it. “My cock would break her in half, he thought to himself. “But then again, she could very well surprise me. I hope she becomes a client so I can find out.”
“You are correct in your assumption, Ms. Sisco,” he replied, trying not to let his own sarcasm seep through too much. “You’re looking rather ravishing yourself. Hot date?” Gwen spun around a bit more forcefully than she intended and the height of her heels almost made stumble, at the same time as the elevator chimed to indicate it had reached their floor. Brad reached out to grab her to help just as she twisted awkwardly and flailed her arm, causing his hand to grab her waist right underneath her breast rather than her arm. Brad allowed the weight of her tit to rest on his hand a moment before helping her straighten back up. The urge to not kegel was almost unbearable. Gwen quickly disengaged from his grip and awkwardly stepped onto the elevator. Brad grinned to himself and followed in behind her. She quickly pushed the elevator for the lobby and to close the doors.
“For your information, Mr. Collins, I do have a 'hot date’,” Gwen said, this time not holding back on her tone. “Too bad he’ll get to see just how hot. Your loss.” Brad laughed. “Nah, I think it was you that lost,” he replied turning to face her thrusting his hips, causing his heavy dong to sway in his pants. Gwen’s eyes immediately darted to his crotch and watched the big meat thump against his thigh. The elevator chimed that the door opened. “Yeh, your loss a lot more than mine. You have yourself a great time with Mr. Hot,” he said as he smiled and walked out into the lobby. Once he got outside, he turned around, waved to Gwen and gave his cock a gentle pat before heading off.
Brad walked over to the shower and turned it on to warm up. He took off his sweatpants and tossed them in the hamper before turning back to the full wall mirror and looked himself over. His cock was fully deflated now, but still hanging thick and heavier than normal. His balls felt like boulders and needed a release. When he noted the steam fogging up the glass of the shower, he stepped in and let the hot water cascade over his body. He wasn’t in the mood for a cold shower since he didn’t want to introduce any type of shock to his system. He loved the full feeling in his balls and relished how heavy his entire package was, but he wanted to get in under tighter control with regards to the strong desire and urge he had to fuck.
Brad quickly lathered up and scrubbed his body from head to toe, paying close attention to his big package. After washing off the soap, he stepped out of the shower, dried off and went thru his normal post-shower routine. He picked up his phone to check the time: 7:30. “On schedule,” he said to himself as he walked to his closet and to select his attire. He stood there for a moment trying to decide on what to wear. He’d only met with Greg once before and was woefully underdressed. Although the meeting went well, Brad left feeling that he’d lost a few point with Greg and he wanted to make sure that he got those points back and more when he saw him again. After a more than unnerving fretful ordeal in clothing section, Brad finally got dressed and made his way out of the condo.
As he approached the elevator bank, he saw Gwen coming down the hall. She was dressed in an ill-fitting one piece mini that didn’t flatter her much too thin frame. She had no hips to speak of and her legs, while seemingly a mile long, were skinny and without much shape. But with all of the things Brad found unattractive about her body, all of that was vastly overshadowed by the enormity of her breasts, and the way the lycra material encased the huge orbs, that was more than enough to compensate. It was readily apparent that she wasn’t wearing a bra as her fat nipples were clearly and plainly visible - even a blind man would’ve been able to know. She had on matching while heels that were way to high for her, the awkwardness of her gait was apparent and made he boobs jump and bounce almost comically. Brad had to fight every impulse he had not to kegel, knowing that doing so would entice a full blown erection.
Gwen smiled demurely as she came up next to him. “Well hello again, Mr. Collins,” she said with a hint of sarcasm dripping in what Brad took to be disdain. She looked him up and down deliberately, letting her eyes rest on his package several seconds longer than she should have. "You’re looking pretty dapper there - I assume that you’re headed out for your ‘meeting’?” the sarcasm a bit thicker as she turned to face the elevator. Brad smiled and nodded. He turned to over her side profile a once over and marveled again at just how freakish her boobs looked on her. They were even more accentuated form the side. He took in her legs and noted that he could see some slight definition in her calves, which was welcomed. She had barely any noticeable bump in her ass and her arms were equally as thin as her legs. But that chest of hers was mind-blowing - it was like looking at a tennis ball with a pencil stuck to it. “My cock would break her in half, he thought to himself. “But then again, she could very well surprise me. I hope she becomes a client so I can find out.”
“You are correct in your assumption, Ms. Sisco,” he replied, trying not to let his own sarcasm seep through too much. “You’re looking rather ravishing yourself. Hot date?” Gwen spun around a bit more forcefully than she intended and the height of her heels almost made stumble, at the same time as the elevator chimed to indicate it had reached their floor. Brad reached out to grab her to help just as she twisted awkwardly and flailed her arm, causing his hand to grab her waist right underneath her breast rather than her arm. Brad allowed the weight of her tit to rest on his hand a moment before helping her straighten back up. The urge to not kegel was almost unbearable. Gwen quickly disengaged from his grip and awkwardly stepped onto the elevator. Brad grinned to himself and followed in behind her. She quickly pushed the elevator for the lobby and to close the doors.
“For your information, Mr. Collins, I do have a 'hot date’,” Gwen said, this time not holding back on her tone. “Too bad he’ll get to see just how hot. Your loss.” Brad laughed. “Nah, I think it was you that lost,” he replied turning to face her thrusting his hips, causing his heavy dong to sway in his pants. Gwen’s eyes immediately darted to his crotch and watched the big meat thump against his thigh. The elevator chimed that the door opened. “Yeh, your loss a lot more than mine. You have yourself a great time with Mr. Hot,” he said as he smiled and walked out into the lobby. Once he got outside, he turned around, waved to Gwen and gave his cock a gentle pat before heading off.
GTOK, I really like all of your stories, but this one might be my favorite of them all. I'm looking forward to future interactions with Gwen and most especially Amy. I hope you are able to continue to update this and your other stories with some regularity. I'd love to see ST. Valentine's Day updated, as it seems it's closest to a conclusion than the others. Hope all is well.
