“Only stipulation,” I said, drawing it out. “Is that there’s no chasing me down for child support, no calling me up in ten years begging for money for the kid’s shoes. Once I knock you up?” I said, letting the words hang, “And I will knock you up. That’s your responsibility.”
She nodded, her eyes never leaving my shaft.
“Oh, yea,” she purred. “I agree to that.”
All the while she had been fondling my dick, feeling the stiff, meaty shaft, the way it throbbed and filled her grasp. It was a big, meaty organ and having it out, I just felt more confident in general. I mean, hard not to feel like a big, in charge man when you’re jutting out a massive cock like mine and blowing the mind of a gorgeous super model.
“Give it a kiss then,” I told her roughly. “And beg for some virile cum, like your lil’ boy toy’ll never be able to give you.”
She made the sweetest noise I ever heard, the soft little pleading and whimpering. She shimmied towards me, still haphazardly dressed as her kittenish tongue prodded out.
She went for the head, first. Bringing her lips right to my tip, to the bit of precum that leaked out, that she could clearly taste the sweet tang. Hey, I liked my fruit, I knew I had to taste pretty good. And the way she cooed was absolutely wonderful.
She even said, “Yum,” as she licked it again, her eyes upon me as she kissed and licked.
I was putting on a stoic face, looking down at her with a hard gaze as I kept one hand upon the back of the sofa. But I can’t deny that I was moved by her display, my dick throbbing lewdly, my tongue running along my lips as I watched that shaft bulge out beneath her fingers and tongue.
“A little beauty like you belongs on your knees before a real man anyhow,” I muttered to her, reaching out my free hand to stroke along her hair. “Not these prissy lil’ girly men you always end up.”
She probably would’ve protested, if not for the fact that she’d just taken me fully into her mouth the second I spoke, a low hum trailing through my flesh.
It only took her a second though, before she moved again, rearranging herself so that she was there, rested between my knees and her chest resting on the couch. Her head bobbed down, hand working in tandem with it as she sucked me so desperately.
It’d been a while since I’d gotten a woman to suck my dick off. Not because of a lack of dates or girlfriends even, I’ve had those. But because the ones I did get this far with were too daunted to even take my dick into their mouths. Too big! They’d always say. Not this little model slut though.
I couldn’t help but groan, my eyes almost shutting as I got lost in the pleasure of that mouth working on my cock. She was young, much younger than me, but she knew how to work a man, even one of my size. My dick spurted precum onto her tongue and down her throat, and I knit my rough fingers through her hair, urging her on. Just to show her who’s in charge.
“Knew you could be a good girl if there was some dick and cum in it for you,” I growled out.
Her back prickled at that comment, I could tell. I was striking into her, getting underneath her skin, but it didn’t stop her. No, if anything, it encouraged her.
Maybe she just needed a nobody to treat her like nothing. Who knew? People were complicated.
But her speed picked up, though it wasn’t easy to squeeze that girth into her mouth, but she was a real trooper. Licking and sucking like a champ, even making those little noises I could feel vibrate along my skin.
“Yeah, that’s it,” I crooned again roughly, watching her bob along my dick again and again. Her long, curly dark hair bouncing around her head as she moved. The scent of my musk filling her nostrils as she would push down my thick shaft to the root, my dick making her throat bulge as I groaned.
“You’re gonna have to milk this brute right to the edge,” I told her gruffly. “I don’t stick this bad boy into a stuck up princess like you until you earn it.”
God, I thought I was laying it on pretty thick. I was certain she’d have slugged me for less — much less — but she just kept going, choking herself on my cock. Every time she had to move up for air, she coughed up some thick saliva, further lubricating my shaft.
I let loose a deep moan that set my barrel chest to rumbling, I grasped a hold of her hair after a long while and tugged her off my dick, leaving that big shaft to throb before her, glistening with her saliva which only enhanced how big and perfectly shaped it seemed.
“Gettin’ me close,” I told her, still holding her hair. “Now suck my nuts,” I commanded her, pulling her back in against that cum-laden sac, which was already starting to tense up a little with how close she was getting me to orgasm. “Show me you’re worth a load of my seed.”
She hesitated, and for a moment I thought that I’d gone too far. She looked at me with more confusion than anger, as if she’d never had to debase herself like that.
But then her hand squeezed my cock and her eyes went to my sac, and I wondered if she’d do it. If this little lingerie model would really suck my balls, all in exchange for me to knock her up.
It felt like a long time before she brought her head in, her tongue licking against the textured flesh, feeling out the strange sensation before pulling away. Her face was already red from sucking my cock, her eyes a bit watery, but she was determined, I’ll give her that.
She couldn’t fit both of those hefty nuts into her mouth at once, but she tried as much as she dared without risking discomfort to me. Instead though, she ultimately satisfied herself with suckling at one at a time. My dick spurting more precum that ran down its length, and over her dainty little fingers.
“Perfect,” I said with a big, hefty sigh that made my broad, hard chest heave. “This is how a beautiful vixen like you belongs. Now come here,” I told her, pulling her off my balls again. “Get out of those panties and beg for a real man’s cum,” I commanded.
With how silent and obedient she’d been, I forgot what a sass mouth she could have, and as she stood up in her high heels, she looked like she was going to say something. The look on my face, though, stopped her. There was that implicit threat that she wasn’t going to get what she wanted if she said a word, and so she brought her fingers to the back of her dress, unzipping it.
She tossed it aside, revealing her toned, perfect body. She’d just done a show, so she was at her peak, all lean muscle as she then brought her fingers t