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4:50am. Saturday.


"Ah Fuck" he sighed as he stretched, reaching for the vibrating cell on his bed side table adjacent a mostly full pint glass — he was late. “I don’t have time this morning” he sighed as he jumped to his feat and grabbed the glass. He had found flushing while emptying the glass was most effective, part of his morning routine, he cranked the hot shower and rinsed the glass.

5:00am.

In one of that fast paced not sure how you got it done mornings he was showered, dressed, and in the kitchen spreading jam on his toast.

"Morning Mom."

"Morning Walter." She said with a smile. She was the only person who regularly called him Walter and he liked it for some odd reason. It only seemed to be his name when she said it. Wally... Wal, that’s what everyone else would normally use.

"Have a good day at work.” he heard from behind him.

"Tha…..” by the time he turned she was out the door.

5:25am.

Click.. He pulled the key from his ignition and looked up at the Marson & Sons building – one of the last of its kind. Most stores like it lost out to the big chains or were bought up and renovated. Work. Or to be more accurate the thing a 20 year old still living at home does when he doesn't get into college. He strolled across the parking lot fighting the frigid wind. It was mid January and 15 degrees out, the best combination to make him remember he hated winter mornings.

He hung his jacket in his locker and placed his radio on his belt. "where?" he thought to himself.. "where the hell..." he dug around the pile of junk at the bottom of his locker.. "There it is.." he pinned his name tag on his shirt. Walter Flynn - Manager. He made his way past the other workers, giving each a smile and nod watching as they do their normal Saturday morning motions. He pushed thru the large oak door on his way to mens clothing and shoes.

6:08am

Mia stood behind her cash register. "My father can't do laundry" she thought to herself as she tried to stretch out her shirt. She didn't make the full transition to college student and finds herself living at home and going to the local community college. A community college that her parents are making her pay for on some moral high ground that just makes her annoyed with them and it even more. Pretty?, yes, and she knew it. She stood around 5 foot 5 with a lean build balanced by her front and backsides – both of which were full, firm, and gravity defying. Wavy red hair came to her shoulders and framed the most gorgeous face; green eyes pierced anyone who caught them. Out of the entire staff the only one not to make an ass out of themselves jumping all over her was Walter.

It isn't Walter’s lack noticing, he had, but his own lack of self esteem didn't help matters. He never dated, and if the idea of him dating was ever brought up to people he knew they would laugh and just echo 'Walter doesn't date'. This strange effect made him not see himself in a relationship and this internal feeling had a way of turning the ladies away. He once coined this as his own self-fulfilling prophecy. Now he isn't unattractive by any means. He is about 5-9 and 145 pounds. With that slight surfer guy messy black hair. Dark brown eyes sit on sharp features. Clean shaven, slightly nerdy, but with a crisp white smile. His body? Muscular but extremely lean, clothing hid his smooth cut frame from the world but jeans or dress pants flaunted his firm full ass. He was aware of things about himself, so under tight boxer briefs Walter’s true form sat, soft — eight thick inches. Hard? Somewhere north of eleven inches. He never got hard in public… he faked hating pools to stay out of swimwear.. and wore two layers in the high school locker room to hide his inches. In public he was embarrassed, in private, empowered.

He tried not to think what could possibly be wrong with himself to have such duality. Why when alone something deep inside himself awoke. He remembers the first time he “milked himself”, that’s what he called it… “his milking”. His two times a day ritual, which became the way he kept it under control. Mornings were important, his “morning milk” - it set the pace for his day. He used to perform in bed but cleanup became problematic forcing a move of his sessions to the shower, 10 of his 15 minutes showers where for his meat. “His meat” - he never had these thoughts around other people… but when alone it was the first thing to crept into his mind… “his milk… his thick horse milk…”. “Grow” it would be the first words he would say when alone, and he would, like some snake charmer commanding his pet his meat would expand and unfold at his command.

Night, that was his time, he learned to do all his homework in the den… so when he retired to his bedroom around 11 he would be left alone. His night session would take around two hours, three if he missed the morning. He once missed a night and morning commanding a four hour session, he filled all three glasses that night. His glasses, he ordered them online… clear pint glasses. He moved to the glasses when towels became problematic — it only took that one time his mother had mentioned an odd smell for him to double bag and trash them all.

4:45pm

"The store will be closing in 15 minutes, please make your way to the check out counters and thank you for shopping with Marson & Sons." Walter flicked the large intercom switch, hung the phone on the wall and sighed. Closing Fridays and opening Saturday's made him miss two sessions, he closed his eyes and leaned his head into the wall next to the phone… "Grow.." a small voice rang in his mind, his lips parted as a deep animalistic sigh escaped and a burning deep within began to form.

The ancient wall phone bell rang — silencing his inner voice. "Yes?"… "Men's department - pickup - register 4."
 
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Chapter 1 : A Slight Encounter

4:50PM

"I'll be right there." Hanging the receiver on the wall. "Damn it!" Walter thought to himself with a sigh. It had to have been that guy who had near $400 dollars worth of clothing in his cart — card must have been declined. He grabbed a cart and wheeled it towards the front of the store. As he rounded the corner he noticed Mia standing at register 4 texting. He walked up to her and cleared his throat. "eh... Hi Mia, pickup?" Her fingers paused for a moment and she glanced up "Declined card." and quickly gestured to the box under her side counter and then just as quickly returned to her phone.

Walter moved his cart to the side and bent down and began pulling apparel out of the box, standing and then folding them on the counter before placing them in his cart. Mia stood behind tapping on her phone until she was quickly brought back to reality with a wire basket being dropped down in front of her. "Good Evening" she darted her head up to see a woman in her mid 40s standing in front of her. Mia quickly placed her phone in her pocket and squeaked out a "Sorry" as she began scanning the woman's selections. Mia glanced up now and again to make some friendly eye contact while she scanned, folded, and then placed the woman's items in bags but noticed the woman looking around her, looking almost transfixed by something. "Rude bitch" she thought to herself. She did a quick look over her left shoulder only to see Walter's ass pointing up at her from under the counter. "What the fuck" she thought to herself as she glanced back at the woman who now must have noticed that Mia was on to what she appeared to be looking at. The woman quickly composed herself and gave Mia a sly smile. Mia finished the transaction and saw the woman off with a canned "Have a good night" The woman as she walked turned to Mia and said "You too" and gave her that same smile. Mia pulled her phone out of her pocket but had a hard time continuing the conversation. "Nasty lady" she thought, "Must have a thing for nerds” She glanced back at Walter to see him squatting in front of the returns box then standing. He continued this motion numerous times. "I don't get it".

Right before she turned back to her phone to place this entire event in the 'things I need to forget' section of her mind Walter squatted again and she noticed a large lump move down and under his ass and start down his right pant leg. Her brain went into over drive "What the fucking..." before she could complete the full thought he stood up the lump moved away from view. Her heart rate jumped a beat. "Did I? Was that? What? No... huh?" Her mind quickly tried to pull the image back but it happened so fast that she was doubting herself. She stood transfixed on Walter's back attempting to will him to bend down again. "Well that's it." Walter turned and faced Mia noticing her looking directly at his now chest. "What, oh.. Thanks" Mia smiled at him. Walter found this surprising and awkwardly smiled back. Mia darted her eyes quickly to his crotch. "Hmmm... nothing.." Unknown to Mia Walter's system of briefs and slacks kept his endowment from frontal view but not during his little squatting maneuver. "I think you missed a black sweater behind the box." Walter turned and in one full movement squatted down to peer under the counter." As he did the lump pushed its way back into Mia's view, down under his hard ass and down his right pant leg. "Fuck." She bit her lower lip. She was in that instant pulling every bit of the visual and her mind quickly filled the outline of the most amazing cock she had ever seen. And then it was gone. "Nope, nothing" as he turned to stand the sizable bulge pulled up from his leg into its resting place. "Oh, sorry. I must have been seeing things.". "No problem, have a good night" Walter pushed the cart off towards the back of the store. Mia stood there going over what she had just seen transpire in front of her. "That guy is a fucking...." The thought trailed off in her mind and in that instant she felt her self get aroused. "...horse." She found herself checking him out as he walked away from the register. "He does have a nice ass, and he isn't that bad looking" After 4 years of high school with him it just took the quick glimpse of a massive bulge to fully notice him. And notice she did, Mia now knew in this moment that she had to see what he was hiding all these years.

9:00pm that night

Mia lay in bed as her fingers slowly entered her smooth sex. Her eyes clamped shut tightly as she conjured up the image of that massive meat sliding under Walter's ass and down his leg. She savored every recalled image. All of the sudden her eyes opened and it hit her. "That fucking thing wasn't even hard!" Why such a simple fact only now had fully came to her? It was that thought, that image of cock bigger soft than anything she had seen hard to drive her into the most intense orgasm. Her back arched up as she plowed most of her hand deep inside herself. "Fuck" silently escaped her lips. She laid there smiling as she bask in the wake of her body.

She had never thought such a thing would provoke such a physical response from her mind & body. Her last boyfriend was good, if not pedestrian in his sexual appetite. She hadn't given much thought to his size, it had hit most of the right places… he was a great kisser… he was cute… he did cheat on her.. "asshole.." her mind cleared as the power of her orgasm thinned. But massive thick monster cock… she had never thought about that and never thought the words would conjure by looking at another person, but it had, and it was now all she could think about. With her non occupied hand she unlocked her phone and typed "horse hung" into a web search…as the results loaded her eyes widened as her other hand went back to work.
 

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Chapter 2 : A Plan

Monday, 10:00am

"I'm going to take my break now" Mia called over to her friend Jessie. "A little early, you feeling ok?" "Yea, just a lack of sleep" Mia replied. "I'll be back in 10." Jessie smiled and signed into her register. Mia walked off and made her way towards the mens clothing department. Lack of sleep indeed, her self induced sexual assault continued until sun rise. The lack of sleep was made up by the simple plan she concocted.

As she approached the intersection of men's clothes and sporting goods she saw him. Walter stood behind the main mens clothing counter looking at catalogs and checking inventory. The counter is only about 3 feet wide and behind it is a tall built in shelving unit with mens clothing catalogs from all their vendors. She looked him over letting the fact of his attractiveness wash over her. Why hadn't she noticed him before? She walked over to the counter and leaned forward — "Hey!". Walter jumped a little since he was completely transfixed on the spreadsheets he was reviewing. "Hello" he said with confusion in his voice. His eyes found their way to the most perfect set of breasts just sitting out on his counter. Mia's tight top pulled away from her neck and allowed at this angle a perfect vantage point. He swallowed hard. "What can I help you with?" as he resumed eye contact only to notice she too was looking down. She looked as if she was attempting to burn a hole in the counter. She glanced up at him with those green eyes. "My father was wondering if we carried a certain type of "casual slack" her hands making air quotes drawing Walters gaze back to her full chest. That's when he noticed them, her nipples, pointing at him, finding their way into his psyche… knocking on a door far at the back of his mind, a door with a tiny plaque that had one word on it. "Grow"…

"I just wanted to take a quick glimpse at a catalog." Walter locked eyes with her as she gestured behind him to the shelves full of vendor catalogs. "Thats no problem" He stepped back to turn as Mia jumped in "I think it's that one there, mind if I..." and with that she darted around the counter. Walter backed into the shelves and was now pinned up against them with about two feet of room between him and Mia. Mia played it cool as if she was looking for a specific catalog. She stepped forward and reached up. Her right leg slid between Walter's slightly parted legs. Two feet of space become one, one became inches and then inches became nothing as her right breast pressed up against his hard chest. She reached around him and plucked a catalog off the shelf. In that moment her inner thigh made contact with her goal. She could feel it. The soft but still lava hot feel of pure horse cock. The nerves in her legs traced the outline of jumbo sized balls and long thick shaft snaking its way down his right leg. She bit her lip "Fuck, and it's fucking soft, I can't imagine it hard" the words set a fire burning deep inside her. She then dropped back down to reality and with the catalog in hand she backed off and paged though the thick grouping of pages. Walter stood there attempting to process what happened. He had never been so close to a girl this attractive. His brain instantly shrugged it off.. "She wanted a catalog dumb ass, like she wanted to touch you or for you to feel her amazing body, she bumped into you, you worthless nerd." His father's voice rang into his mind. "Thin worthless nerd." He heard his father say that once to his mother when his parents were fighting, you see his father was a huge jock back in high school and hoped for a son to match his accomplishments after their two daughters. But he got Walter and he always made it very clear what great athletes Walter's cousins were and how Walter wasn't. His father's prime was high school and he had wanted a sun to relive it through. Walter snapped out of his depressed stroll down memory lane to hear Mia ask if she could borrow the catalog. "What?" Walter questioned. "Oh..OH.. sure, thats fine" As he tossed his feelings away and looked down at his inventory sheets. "Thanks" as she turned and walked away with a smile. "She wants your milk.." The words scrolled across his mind as Walter looked up to see her full ass bouncing out of view around the corner. "What?" He said almost out loud to himself… he felt the familiar urge for a brief moment, the urge to milk himself, to grow… he shook his head and glanced back down at his work… "No, not here… not now." He continued his work.

Heading back to her register Mia looked down at the catalog and smiled. "Baby steps." she thought to herself. Jessie saw Mia approaching and questioned the catalog. "Just looking to get something for myself." she smiled and bit her lip like she was somewhere else. "From a man's clothing catalog?" Jessie questioned. "Oh, no" Mia came back from her day dream of warm meat against her thigh… "..it's for my father he is looking for something so I said I would get this for him so he could look and see and possibly order some pants you know for work or something I don't know he just asked so I said I could get it for him you know from the men's clothing department because you know I work her and thats all why do you care."

Jessie looked at Mia glazed over from the run on sentence she just spurted out "Umm Ok, have lunch with me in a few..?" Jessie pointed at Mia's Starbucks "…and maybe cut back on the espresso?" Mia nodded and with that Jessie walked away. Mia laughed to herself "Way to stay cool Mia". While in truth she was dying to let her friend Jessie in on her discovery but she wanted to keep it to herself for the time being.
 

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Chapter 3 : Session

Monday, 10:10pm

Water unlocked the side door and entered the kitchen. "Hey son." his mom stood unloading the dishwasher "How was work?".

"Oh you know, typical Monday — not complaining. Just inventory time. But I'm beat, I'm going to go pass out. I have to open tomorrow.".

"No late dinner? There is ravioli in the fridge."

"No I grabbed a sandwich, I'm good." He lied - he was hungry, but the burning ache from his meat was stronger. The morning encounter with Mia kept poking at his mind, knocking. He had moved his work from the back counter to the men's wear desk, surrounded by customers and associates. It kept things, well, calm. But now, home, just a set of stairs and 10 feet from his sanctuary, his pint glasses… the burning ratcheted. He beelined past his mother.. "NIGHT MOM!" as he turned up the stairs.. "night honey…." he heard her voice fade out has he bound the stairs two at a time. Down the hall…. he knew this feeling it was like he was about to black out… the normal events of a work day faded and a door at the back of his mind began to crack. He closed his bedroom door firmly behind him and turned the lock. He stood, motionless, his back to the door as his shoulder bag slid to the floor. His breathing hardened as he walked slowly to the only light source in the room, his side table lamp. He slowly turned the dimmer from 5% to 50% filling the room with a soft glow. He turned and looked into the full length mirrors that covered his closet doors. He began.

Walter slowly unbuttoned his slim fit black dress shirt as it dropped to to the floor he stood transfixed by his image. Black slacks, shoes, and his skin tight black tank. He pulled the tank from his slacks exposing his hard stomach, even relaxed you could see the hard understructure of his muscular body. Smooth skin raised and fell with every breath. Two defined muscles vanished into the abyss of his slacks forming the top half of a V. He pulled the tank over his head and dropped it to the floor. His face stayed calm. Lowing himself to the edge of his bed he removed his shoes and socks, one at time, sliding them under his bed and tossing the socks to the corner. The burning ache deep within him strengthened, he could feel the burn building. His meat, still soft, grew hot confined within it's protective layers. He loved the build, the show of it all, his session.

Mia stared at the ceiling - fully naked she laid on her bed working her body. Two fingers clamped to a nipple while her others wet with spit and her own juices slid into herself. She hadn't been this horny, this often, in awhile. She needed more — the pictures on her phone she gathered from various forums and websites did nothing for the truth that something longer and fatter existed. Not just existed, but existed for 8 hours a day within feet of her. "Hey Jess, you up?" she found herself texting with the dry hand…

"Yea whats up?".

"You have Watler's phone number?

"Walter? From work?

"Yea - I need to ask him something about that catalog I took…."

"Oh, yea, uhh, hold on."
— Holding felt like hours —
"555-555-6969"


Mia glanced at the number, what was she going to do now?

"Thanks!"

She glared at the number. Her wet hand getting wetter, her pussy flooding with the fact that on the other end of those digits was what she wanted…

Walter sat looking at himself, he flexed his chest, his dime sized nipples raised and lowered, they grew hard. It was almost time… he squeezed both nipples as he locked eyes with himself. "This is what you are for." He said out loud to himself. "For milk, to give milk, to grow, to be worshipped." He squeezed harder, pain mixed with pleasure…" **BUZZZZZ**. His phone glowed from the side pocket of his shoulder bag, both hands dropped to his sides. "FUCK" He had forgotten to silence his phone. In one fast motion he plucked the phone from the side pocket and slid the silent switch. The motion illuminated the screen… "Hey, it's Mia from work". The screen faded to black. 5 words mixed with his current state caused the heat in his massive soft cock to burn. He was alone but, not, there was a person on the other end… the encounter from the morning burned into his mind… "Yo"… the sound of a sent text shocked him… he didn't even know he sent it let alone typed it. Dots of typing from the other end appeared and vanished.. two … three … four times.

Mia sat looking at "Yo" her one hand working her wet tight hole… her other typing and backspacing, over and over. Her horny mind fought her logical mind…. "I want what you have…" *DELETE* "Hey can we get anything from this catalog?" *DELETE* "I need your meat" *DELETE* "Just a quick question about that catalog for my dad." *DELETE* "Horse" **SEND**. "Fuck…!" her mind clicked as the phone whistled and the word slid up into the conversation.

The screen glowed at the lock screen. The word "Horse" under the new phone number burned into Walter's mind. He loved that word.. horse milk, horse cum, horse cock, horse hung. "She must have meant something else… a clothing line perhaps… an autocorrect snafu?" The embarrassed calm Walter moved to the front of his mind as he looked at the phone not sure how to reply. Maybe just a question mark… or what do you mean… several sentence variations raced past his mind. He looked up, his chiseled chest framed by the light from his phone reflected back at him in the mirror. **WOOSH** He looked down to see the word "Yes." slide up from his keyboard and settle into the conversation and his thumb deforming the glass over the word *SEND*.
 
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Chapter 3 : Session

Monday, 10:10pm

Water unlocked the side door and entered the kitchen. "Hey son." his mom stood unloading the dishwasher "How was work?".

"Oh you know, typical Monday — not complaining. Just inventory time. But I'm beat, I'm going to go pass out. I have to open tomorrow.".

"No late dinner? There is ravioli in the fridge."

"No I grabbed a sandwich, I'm good." He lied - he was hungry, but the burning ache from his meat was stronger. The morning encounter with Mia kept poking at his mind, knocking. He had moved his work from the back counter to the men's wear desk, surrounded by customers and associates. It kept things, well, calm. But now, home, just a set of stairs and 10 feet from his sanctuary, his pint glasses… the burning ratcheted. He beelined past his mother.. "NIGHT MOM!" as he turned up the stairs.. "night honey…." he heard her voice fade out has he bound the stairs two at a time. Down the hall…. he knew this feeling it was like he was about to black out… the normal events of a work day faded and a door at the back of his mind began to crack. He closed his bedroom door firmly behind him and turned the lock. He stood, motionless, his back to the door as his shoulder bag slid to the floor. His breathing hardened as he walked slowly to the only light source in the room, his side table lamp. He slowly turned the dimmer from 5% to 50% filling the room with a soft glow. He turned and looked into the full length mirrors that covered his closet doors. He began.

Walter slowly unbuttoned his slim fit black dress shirt as it dropped to to the floor he stood transfixed by his image. Black slacks, shoes, and his skin tight black tank. He pulled the tank from his slacks exposing his hard stomach, even relaxed you could see the hard understructure of his muscular body. Smooth skin raised and fell with every breath. Two defined muscles vanished into the abyss of his slacks forming the top half of a V. He pulled the tank over his head and dropped it to the floor. His face stayed calm. Lowing himself to the edge of his bed he removed his shoes and socks, one at time, sliding them under his bed and tossing the socks to the corner. The burning ache deep within him strengthened, he could feel the burn building. His meat, still soft, grew hot confined within it's protective layers. He loved the build, the show of it all, his session.

Mia stared at the ceiling - fully naked she laid on her bed working her body. Two fingers clamped to a nipple while her others wet with spit and her own juices slid into herself. She hadn't been this horny, this often, in awhile. She needed more — the pictures on her phone she gathered from various forums and websites did nothing for the truth that something longer and fatter existed. Not just existed, but existed for 8 hours a day within feet of her. "Hey Jess, you up?" she found herself texting with the dry hand…

"Yea whats up?".

"You have Watler's phone number?

"Walter? From work?

"Yea - I need to ask him something about that catalog I took…."

"Oh, yea, uhh, hold on."
— Holding felt like hours —
"555-555-6969"


Mia glanced at the number, what was she going to do now?

"Thanks!"

She glared at the number. Her wet hand getting wetter, her pussy flooding with the fact that on the other end of those digits was what she wanted…

Walter sat looking at himself, he flexed his chest, his dime sized nipples raised and lowered, they grew hard. It was almost time… he squeezed both nipples as he locked eyes with himself. "This is what you are for." He said out loud to himself. "For milk, to give milk, to grow, to be worshipped." He squeezed harder, pain mixed with pleasure…" **BUZZZZZ**. His phone glowed from the side pocket of his shoulder bag, both hands dropped to his sides. "FUCK" He had forgotten to silence his phone. In one fast motion he plucked the phone from the side pocket and slid the silent switch. The motion illuminated the screen… "Hey, it's Mia from work". The screen faded to black. 5 words mixed with his current state caused the heat in his massive soft cock to burn. He was alone but, not, there was a person on the other end… the encounter from the morning burned into his mind… "Yo"… the sound of a sent text shocked him… he didn't even know he sent it let alone typed it. Dots of typing from the other end appeared and vanished.. two … three … four times.

Mia sat looking at "Yo" her one hand working her wet tight hole… her other typing and backspacing, over and over. Her horny mind fought her logical mind…. "I want what you have…" *DELETE* "Hey can we get anything from this catalog?" *DELETE* "I need your meat" *DELETE* "Just a quick question about that catalog for my dad." *DELETE* "Horse" **SEND**. "Fuck…!" her mind clicked as the phone whistled and the word slid up into the conversation.

The screen glowed at the lock screen. The word "Horse" under the new phone number burned into Walter's mind. He loved that word.. horse milk, horse cum, horse cock, horse hung. "She must have meant something else… a clothing line perhaps… an autocorrect snafu?" The embarrassed calm Walter moved to the front of his mind as he looked at the phone not sure how to reply. Maybe just a question mark… or what do you mean… several sentence variations raced past his mind. He looked up, his chiseled chest framed by the light from his phone reflected back at him in the mirror. **WOOSH** He looked down to see the word "Yes." slide up from his keyboard and settle into the conversation and his thumb deforming the glass over the word *SEND*.
more please. very hot build up
 

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Chapter 4 : Yes

No faster then the word "Yes" appeared on Mia's screen she replied "Show Me".

The words sat on her screen… 10.. 20.. 30.. seconds… a minute? Was she too forward, she started to panic… her logical mind began to stir. What had she done? And then suddenly her screen changed, incoming FaceTime call. From Walter…

Her fingers stumbled to press accept… "connecting…" The phone chimed the familiar connection sound, her face appeared in the lower left corner, then Walter appeared. Shirtless, sitting facing her… He was sitting on the edge of a bed, lit from the warm glow of a bed side table lamp. Neither spoke.. they sat looking at each other… Mia now realizing the hard chiseled body that Walter possessed… the anticipation was killing her, her free hand pounded at her wetness. Walter finally spoke "Say it…"

Walter had broken the silence, he had pulled his iPad from his bag, propped it up and called her… he was almost about to disconnect but the almost life size view of Mia's face faded into view. Her face… those eyes… those lips, they took over… he wanted the words to come from that mouth.. in her smooth voice…. he needed to hear it out loud. Finally after all these years of porn and his imagination he needed to hear someone say it to him… "Horse" "Show me horse…" the words crept into Water's ear like warm honey, wrapping themselves around that special place in his brain. Walter stood, his fingers finding the buckle of his belt, his slacks slide off his thin waist and hit the floor. He kicked them to the side. He stood there, hands now on his hips, in gray boxer briefs, the thick soft outline of meat descend down his left leg.

The image caught Mia off guard, she was so close to seeing it… she wanted to wrap her mouth around the gray fabric.. to smell it… It was so thick it cast a dark shadow across his right leg as it curved down his left… "my god he's soft". Mia's fingers clamped down on a nipple… "please.." the only words that could escape her mouth… her hand holding the phone shaking… "Please what…?" Walter replied. Mia pulled the phone from her face exposing her firm breasts.. bringing one breast to her mouth her long tongue circle her firm nipple, she sucked it, never taking her eyes from the camera, virtual locked with Walters. She broke the suction and just repeated "please".

Walter knew what she wanted.. the sight of her mouth sucking on the most smooth firm breast burned in Walter.. it was time.
 

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Chapter 5 : Exposure

Stretching his boxer briefs from his thin waist with one hand he reached in with the other. Mia witnessed as he cupped the inches of meat with one hand, pulling them up and over the black waistband. The meat poured from his hand as it fell over the dark gray fabric. It was so thick, smooth, soft. Mia was transfixed. Grabbing both edges he pushed his underwear toward the floor and stepped free of them. His meat, soft hanging towards his knees bounced with a weight and power that Mia was not fully ready for.

Her mouth salivated, "Grow… please"… as she continued sucking her nipples.

Walter sat, and spread his muscular legs. His meat hung over the edge off the of bed the pale smoothness contrasting the dark sheets. Moving his hands to his thighs he sat motionless his eyes burning into the camera. Finally he moved, his left hand pulling something from behind him, a stick? A yard stick… cut down slightly.. painted? Mia couldn't make it out… Walter pressed the stick against the edge of the bed and nestled it up under he massive balls. The stick was a perfect fit, from under his body to the floor. Tic marks made their way down the custom measure along with small writing. The camera focused… measurements.. dates. It was a timeline of meat going back 5, 6, 7 years? It hung past 8" The marks showed the earliest at around 5" Mia was astonished, aroused, enlightened… Her mind wandered about how long he had been doing this, how he has known, how he gets off to himself.

"Again."… Walter spoke. Mia broke the flesh from her mouth to respond "GROW". Slowly the slab of meat inched closer to the floor.. thickening.. the tight flesh moved from the smooth pink head. Walter never touch it… he never even looked away. Like a snake charmer he commanded his appendage. Mia was transfixed. 9"… 10" 11".. 12?!".

It stopped. "Again." Walter command. "Grow" Mia replied as her voice shock from the pure sex of it. Who was this man, he was nothing of the guy from work. He was a horse hung stud who knew what he wanted and what he had.

Her eyes widened… where was it all coming from. Finally as the tip met with the 13" mark it began to pull up and away. Gravity was no match as blood pumped its way into the the object of both their desires.