Shaft
What Lily doesn’t know won’t kill her. At least I hope she won’t pass out from the shock because I’ve got plans for the beautiful brunette. She’s curvy and shy but with exactly the type of body and demeanor that make her a perfect opponent, in the ring and out of it.
But it would be premature to introduce her to Battle Bang right away without knowing more. Because what was I going to say? We run an underground club where men wrestle women, ending with sex? It’s dirty and illicit, but I’m sure you’ll love it? Besides, what the hell kind of club is that?
But in fact, it’s the best kind. The women are specially vetted and trained. They know what they’re going into the ring for. They’re put on birth control, their curves wet and ready to be penetrated.
And I fucking love it. I love wrestling with a struggling woman, pinning her to the mat. I love watching her face as she tries to push you to the ground, placing her arm around your torso. Because it’s futile but fun. Inevitably, the women are about a hundred pounds less than me, and there’s no way they can win the match. Instead, every contest ends the same way. My cock in their pussy, spraying sperm as we both come, the spectators watching hungrily.
Because Battle Bang isn’t a private thing. It’s a club, after all. We have some exclusive rooms, but the biggest matches take place in front of an audience, the crowd hooting and hollering as a sweet girl is taken. It’s just the way these things work.
But at least the females get paid big time. After a match, they get a six figure payout, along with bonuses for performance. So the longer she’s able to stay unpenetrated, the bigger her bonus. We had one female walk out of here with a seven figure check once, she was that good.
And somehow, I knew that Lily would be perfect for Battle Bang. She had all the curves, the right kind of hefty flesh for throwing around the ring, as well as the personality. Because the shy ones are best. The ones who look innocent and nubile are deceptive. They look like they’ve never fought a day in their lives and wouldn’t know what to do during Battle Bang. But once you get them in the ring? They’re dirty as hell, their pussies evading penetration until the very last moment.
And shit, but I wanted to own Lily’s sweet folds. I wanted to lick them and kiss them before tearing that pussy apart. I wanted Lily to scream and moan my name as onlookers watched before submitting to my monster cock.
Because hell yeah, I was going to knot within that tiny cunt. I was going to grow so big and hard that she’d never be able to get off me. We’d be locked together in a clinch so tight, my dick so far up her pussy, that she’d never be able to pry herself off my form.
That’s the beauty of my cock. Call it a blessing or a curse, but the knotting mechanism is a genetic anomaly that sets me apart from other men. My glans enlarges so much that it literally gets stuck in a woman even after I’m done ejaculating. Her sweet pussy is jammed on me, unable to separate.
And it’s good and bad, depending on whom you’re with. If you’re banging the wrong chick, it’s an absolute curse. Then you’ve gotta get that female off of you asap, and sometimes the knot doesn’t go down fast enough. But when you have a goddess on your hands, then the knot is sheer pleasure. You’re stuck together, her pussy locked on your cock until the bulb goes down and she can pull away.
But back to Lily. How was I going to do this? How was I going to induct the brunette into Battle Bang without scaring off the poor female? The usual girls we have lined up for this shit are slutty and voracious, nothing like the innocent female before me.
And right now, the brunette had no idea what I was thinking. We were lifting weights in the anterior room, a couple guys milling about as I helped my girl achieve perfect form. I knew what these jerks were thinking. They were waiting for me to slip so that they could step in on the beautiful brunette.
Try it, motherfuckers. I stared at them with a threatening manner, literally baring my teeth when Lily couldn’t see.
And they got my message. The men acknowledged the alpha male in their presence and backed down. That’s right assholes. This girl is mine, and nothing’s gonna take her from me. First dibs now … and maybe forever.
Because shit, Lily was sweet. She was asking me all these questions about myself, instead of the usual self-centered shit that a lot of females go through.
“Where do you work?” she asked with a sweet smile, gazing up at me as I loomed over her, steadying her wrists. “Or are you at the gym all the time?”
I grinned.
“This place is my second home, but no, I have a job,” was my smooth reply. “I’m a trader at a bank.”
She laughed merrily.
“You work at a bank? I can’t see it,” she said mirthfully, a tinge of pink staining her cheeks. “Mr. Shaft, in a suit?”
I grinned myself.
“First, I don’t go by Shaft at the bank obviously. My real name is Mike Miller,” was my wry reply. “They just call me Shaft around here as a nickname.”
“But there has to be a reason for the name right?” she asked coyly. “So tell me. Why do they call you Shaft? What did you do to deserve such a moniker?”
I didn’t answer for a moment because the truth was fucking rancid. I’m called Shaft due to the huge size of my cock, and the incredible pummeling I give the girls during Battle Bang. When we fight in the ring, the females always succumb, locked on my dick as they shriek with pleasure.
But that was too much, too soon. So instead, I feinted.
“It’s just some dumb thing,” I lied. “You know, guys being guys.”
She smiled again.
“But there has to be a reason,” Lily pressed. “Like I used to be called Marshmallow because of my shape,” she said, a little shy all of a sudden. “In fact, there are still some folks who call me Marshy.”
That made my temperature rise.
“They shouldn’t,” I said roughly. “You’re perfect just the way you are. Besides, marshmallows are one of my favorite foods. Fluffer Nutter sandwiches, ever heard of them? I ate dozens back in the day.”
That made Lily throw her head back and laugh.
“Oh Mike,” she giggled. “Marshmallow sandwiches? How unhealthy.”
I nodded.
“Well when you’re a growing boy you can throw down tons of food without worrying about calories,” I rumbled. “But seriously. As I said before, Michael is my given name and I work at a bank. The desk job is for real, complete with suit, tie, and wingtips.”
“And a handkerchief in your breast pocket?” Lily said mischievously. “Like those guys in the Men’s Wearhouse commercials?”
“Exactly like those guys on TV,” I said, grinning despite myself. “But even better because they’re just actors wearing costumes. I’m the real thing.”
And the truth is, I am the real thing. I’m not the teller at a bank. I’m not the manager. I’m not the person who hangs your coats. Instead, I’m the fucking owner of a bank. Yeah, think Citi or Bank of America, whatever floats your boat. I own a business just like that, millions pouring in every second of every day.
But that was too much information for the sweet female. Lily was young, and deserved to go slow. Or at least as slow as I could manage given how fucking aroused I was.
Because she was so beautiful here in those tight shorts and stretchy sports bra. I wanted to plant my face between her curves and motorboat in that shadowy valley to my heart’s content, enjoying all sorts of creamy treats.
And to Lily’s horror, suddenly the sports bra snapped. Yeah, my girl’s got huge boobies, and all the stretching and flexing put the material to the test. So one second she was lifting weights, and the next, there was a rrrripp! sound as the pink fabric tore.
Immediately, the girl leapt into motion, her hands trying to cover herself.
“Oh!” she gasped, eyes wide as smooth flesh bounced and swayed, her tiny palms doing nothing. They barely covered the areola, her mounds were so luscious. “Oh!” she gasped again.
A couple guys stepped forward, bulges already visible in their shorts but I warned them off with a harsh look. This is my girl, motherfuckers, and ain’t none of you gonna step in. So in one movement, I swept Lily into my arms and stalked off towards the women’s locker room. A couple dudes started to follow me, but again, the laser beams from my eyes froze them in place. Ain’t no one gonna touch my woman.
Because Lily belonged to me. I could smell it in her scent, and the way her curves bobbled against me as I strode down the hall had me on edge. Fuck. I was ready to do her now.
Kicking the door closed behind us, I locked it.
“Shaft,” she gasped as I gently placed her on the floor. “Oh my god this is so embarrassing,” she cried out, still trying to cover her breasts with those small hands. Lucky for me, Lily was wholly unsuccessful. The creamy curves slipped and jiggled, giving me an eyeful of luscious flesh.
I stepped back for a moment, an amused grin on my face.
“What’s wrong sweetheart? I’ve seen boobies before.”
Her face, which was already bright red, went even more scarlet if possible.
“No, I mean, yes,” she gasped again, eyes wild and curls bouncing. “It’s that I need to get this under control and my stuff’s in my locker.”
I grinned.
“Tell me your combination and I’ll get your stuff for you,” I drawled. “No problemo.”
She nodded hastily.
“It’s that one over there,” she said, indicating the direction with her chin. “Second one from the left, over in the row by the door.”
To be honest, it wasn’t hard to identify her locker because it was the only one with a lock on it in the entire room. Petey’s doesn’t have many female members and I wasn’t surprised that the women’s locker room was deserted. Hell, females don’t come to Petey’s to work out. They come for Battle Bang, and those are invite-only events held late at night.
So right now during my mid-morning work-out, there were no other women in sight. Perfect. I ambled over to Lily’s locker without a care in the world.
“Combo?” I asked, voice relaxed.
By contrast, Lily was beet red, practically jumping from foot to foot while covering her curves, she was so embarrassed.
“14-32-17,” she said hastily. “You know how these things work, right? You turn to the left once, then right twice, and then back to the left once.”
“Sure,” I said noncommittally, my big fingers slowly spinning the dial. “No problem, I had one of these when I was in junior high.”
But lo and behold, the lock wouldn’t open. I tugged on it experimentally.
“Try again,” she begged with a gasp, eyes wide. “My spare sports bra is in there, plus my t-shirt.”
But that’s the thing. I didn’t want Lily to get a hold of her sports bra, much less some t-shirt. I wanted those curves open and creamy for me to touch, lick and kiss.
So I tried again, pretending to concentrate. My brows lowered as I stared at the lock while slowly turning the dial.
“Fourteen,” I muttered. “Then thirty-two …”
“No it’s thirty-three!” Lily gasped, futilely trying to catch her curves in her hands. “Sorry, I told you the wrong thing.”
I shot a lazy grin her way.
“No worries sweetheart. We’re alone in here. There’s no one in the shower, it’s just us. We’ll get you out of this jam in no time.”
She nodded, blushing again.
“I guess I’m just so nervous that I told you the wrong number,” she rushed, biting her lip. “Sorry.”
“Not a problem, honey. Let me try this again.”
I spun the dial once more, eyes fixed on the lock. But actually, I was watching the beautiful brunette from the corner of my eye and appreciating everything she had to offer. Because Lily was absolutely mouthwatering, standing there in nothing but a pair of tiny gym shorts, the outer curves of her breasts visible beneath tiny hands cupped over her nipples.
Shit, I was such a dog. But the best thing is to go with it, so I pretended to try the lock again. My hand tugged down on the metal, but nothing happened. The locker rattled with the force but the lock stayed firmly closed.
“Sorry,” I said casually, turning back to face Lily. “This thing has to be broken. Should I ask the janitor for a lock cutter? Or maybe you have a hairpin and I could try and jimmy this thing?”
Lily was dumbfounded.
“Maybe you could turn your back and I could try the lock?” she said hesitantly. “Just look the other way, and I’ll open it.”
“Good idea,” was my smooth reply. “But I have an even better one. Here sweetheart,” I said, whipping my t-shirt off and handing it to her. “Since you’re obviously a little shy, why don’t you put this on in the meantime? I’m a guy, so it doesn’t matter if I don’t have a shirt on.”
She looked at the t-shirt with wide eyes but then took a deep breath and grabbed it, struggling to pull it over her head. It was one of the most beautiful sights I’ve ever seen. Lily was all jiggly curves and luscious flesh, and in the one second when her breasts were bare, I saw more than enough. Those pink nips were hard as fuck, like candy waiting to be tasted. The white sacks of cream were giant, hanging in huge, perfect ovoids, begging to hug my cock.
And after Lily’s head popped out of the neckline, she pulled it down awkwardly.
“Thank you Shaft,” she breathed. “I so appreciate it, and I don’t know why I didn’t think of that before,” she said, her voice trailing off.
It was no problem. After all, I get it. I’m a guy who works out twice a day. I take care of myself, eating well and lifting weights on a regular basis. So even though I’m in my forties, the years have been kind. My physique is ripped and equal to that of a bodybuilder, every muscle perfect and balanced.
“Shaft,” she stammered, eyes dropping to rove over my chest and then lower. “Shaft.”
A chuckle escaped my lips. I get it. My torso’s a work of art, each ab delineated, my pecs heavy and powerful. All of this tapers to a narrow waist before flaring into thick, tree-trunk thighs.
“A little too much for you, sweetheart?” I said in an amused voice. “You’ve never seen a guy built like me before?”
She nodded, eyes still staring at my form.
“Yes,” she stammered. “But … but it’s more than that. You’re poking out, Shaft,” she said in a hoarse whisper. “Down there.”
Oh shit. I knew what she was talking about. Because I have a giant monster and for sure, these gym shorts are snug. Wrestlers wear tight clothes to keep things from flopping around when we grapple. The spandex is protection against injury.
But the thing is that my shaft is fucking enormous, and there are times when the nylon gives way. The material’s just not strong enough, the same way Lily’s sports bra couldn’t hold her in.
So I look down, expecting to see the worst. My monster breaking free of the fabric, or something else just as rancid and obscene. But thank god, it’s not that bad.
For sure, Mr. Stiffie’s there. But he’s not jutting out at ninety degrees or anything like that. Instead, just the head is poking over my waistband, the purple helmet slightly wet.
“Oh shit,” I drawl, making no move to stuff myself back in. “Goddamn shorts. I’ve gotta talk to Petey about getting better wrestling uniforms.”
Lily can’t speak for a moment, eyes wide and immobile, just staring at the puffy head.
“Shaft,” she murmurs weakly, eyes flickering up to mine before dropping down again. Her pink tongue darts out for a moment, licking her top lip. It’s enough to do me in.
“That’s my name,” I say in a growl, fixing her with blue eyes. “Sweetheart, have you wondered why people call me Shaft and not Mike or Michael?”
She shakes her head, barely able to compute. I can tell that Lily can hear me, but the words take a moment to sink in.
“No?” she breathes, big boobies heaving under my t-shirt. “Why-why?” God, this is so fucking delicious. The thin cotton material is so old that it’s practically transparent and I can see the way her nips poke out, hard and begging to be sucked.
“Because there’s more to this monster than just this,” I said, gesturing at the leaking head of my dick. “There’s so much, in fact, that it’s hard for the average female to take. That’s why they call me Shaft. Disgusting, I know, but that’s guys for you.”
Lily can’t answer for a moment, her gasp ringing out in the locker room. Those caramel eyes are saucers now, her pupils dilating as the dirty story sinks in.
“That’s right sweetheart,” I say silkily. “It’s just guys being guys, and you look pretty surprised. But don’t be scared. Do you want a taste? Would that make you feel better?”
I keep my voice calm and soothing, like I’m working with a skittish mare.
“It’s not going to bite,” I say smoothly. “In fact, if you touch it, I think you’ll really like it. Wanna try, sweet thing? Again, I think you’ll get over your fears if you give it a try.”
By now, Lily’s trembling like a leaf. And why not? She’s locked in the women’s locker room with a giant of a man, and I obviously want her. But that’s not it. My penis is dripping hard now, the need undeniable. It’s more than just a bead of pre-cum at the top, this shit is leaking like a faucet, the tip gloriously shiny and wet.
“Come on,” I say soothingly, coaxing her to come closer. “It doesn’t bite, I promise.”
For a moment, I’m afraid Lily’s going to run screaming. I’m afraid the brunette’s going to take off like a rocket, shrieking some bullshit about sexual harassment or the like. I wouldn’t blame her. The situation’s unbelievable, and shit, we just met yesterday.
But instead, my girl’s a good one because her mouth opens and closes silently for a moment, the shock evident in her eyes. But then slowly she approaches while breathing hard, her boobies heaving up and down.
“Shaft,” she murmurs, her voice a little dry. Lily swallows heavily, stepping even closer. “Shaft.”
I’m rock steady, willing her to breach my personal space.
“That’s my name, sweetheart,” come the low words. “Come on, it won’t bite.”
And finally, Lily’s standing only about a foot away. I can feel the heat coming off her form, she’s like a furnace. Her cheeks are flushed and she swallows again heavily, that slim neck visibly moving as her eyes stay fixed to my glans.
“Touch it,” I say in a rumble. “Come on, sweetheart.”
Slowly, her hand extends until she has one finger pressed to the head of my dick, right on the rim of my helmet. Oh fuck, it feels good. But I need more.
“Stroke it softly, sweetheart,” comes my low rumble, both of us staring at where her hand meets my cock. “Experiment a little.”
She swallows again, her eyes flickering to me for a moment, and then slowly, tentatively, that forefinger makes a circle around the helmet which makes a groan escape my chest.
She draws back immediately, eyes wide.
“Did that hurt?” is Lily’s whisper. “I’m so sorry, Shaft.”
The anticipation is practically killing me. But this girl is so sweet and beautiful that instinctively, I know I have to go slow.
“No honey, that didn’t hurt,” I say reassuringly. “The opposite. I liked it. Do you think you could do that again?”
She nods, still staring at my cock. And then slowly, her finger traces the head again, the touch so light yet so tantalizing that my cock jerks this time under her digit.
“Oh!” she cries out. “I’m sorry, that must have hurt!”
Shit, Lily is so naïve. So I go with it, instead of trying to play it off.
“It didn’t hurt exactly,” is my rumble. “But you know what would make it feel even better? If you licked it a little. Would you do that for me, baby girl?”
She gasps, eyes round. But then slowly, the brunette nods.
“Yes, I’m sorry for hurting you,” she mewls. “Just tell me how to make it up to you.”
She’s playing right into my hands. With a swift motion, I pull the waistband of my shorts down, letting my cock pop out to its full glory. And shit, but it’s fucking intimidating. Ten inches long, the pole’s veiny and hard, pulsing with a deep pink color.
But Lily’s not scared. Instead she takes another deep breath before dropping to her knees in front of me. Her curves quiver as those big brown eyes look on hungrily.
“Like this?” she says, leaning forwards, about to take the head in her mouth.
But at the last minute, I pull away so that the glans grazes her cheek.
“Naw sweetheart, not quite yet. I like where you’re headed but I have a rule for all girls who move down this path.”
She rocks back on her knees, looking up at me.
“What is it?” Lily asks, biting her lip. “What do I have to do? Did I do something wrong?”
“No, you’re fine,” I say soothingly. Shit, the ache in my balls is so fucking painful now that it’s surprising that I’ve even lasted this long without blasting. But a lot of work goes into training a new girl, so I look her straight in the eye, imparting the seriousness of the matter.
“Honey, all girls that taste my dick have to be nude,” I say matter-of-factly. “Or at the very most, in their panties only.”
She gasps, cheeks flushing wildly once again.
“I’m sorry?” is her refrain. “D-do you really mean it?”
I nod solemnly.
“Oh, I mean it baby girl. Believe it. So if you want some of this,” I say gesturing to my bobbing cock, “Take it off sweetheart.”
She colors.
“But this is wrong,” she whispers, looking at me before quickly looking at the floor again.
“It is,” I agree amiably. “But honey, we’ve already come so far. Why don’t you take it off and let those curves get some air? The spandex is tight, gym clothes can be uncomfortable sometimes.”
And I can tell she agrees. After all, Lily is a big girl, and this stretchy shit can be fucking annoying sometimes. So she bites her lip, just thinking for a moment. But then those small hands reach down to grab the edge of the loose t-shirt, slowly lifting it.
“That’s it,” I say encouragingly. “Take it off, sweetheart. I’ve already seen what you’ve got there, and it’s beautiful. Take it off.”
With slow motions, she lifts it over her head, shaking those brown curls free once it’s finally off. God, I’ve never seen anything so beautiful. Her boobs jiggle and bounce naturally, the bright tips a cherry red now from arousal.
Unable to control myself, I lean forwards quickly and lick one, biting it before standing up once more.
“Oh!” she cries out in surprise, hands flying to her cheeks. Oh god, that felt good!”
“I know,” is my low growl. “But we’re not done yet. No gym shorts, sweetheart. Take those off too.”
And slowly, she gets up and begins pulling the spandex material down. It’s like watching the curtains draw open over heaven. Lily wiggles and jiggles, struggling to get the fabric over her hips.
“Sorry,” she pants, “they’re a little tight.”
I sit back and watch, my cock appreciating the sight. Because the little filly’s literally doing a dance in front of me, her boobs flying up and down as she jumps, trying to get the tight material off.
“No worries, sweetheart,” I manage to choke out. “Take your time.”
And finally, it’s off. Oh shit, she’s gorgeous. Lush and big everywhere with a huge rump, the white cheeks bisected by the tiniest strip of purple silk.
“G-string hmmm?” I say, slowly fisting my cock as I take in that beautiful body. “You like teasing guys, don’t you?”
She flushes once more, the red running down her neck to spread beautifully over her breasts.
“No, it’s not that,” she protests breathily. “They’re more comfortable, I swear. Especially when you have tight shorts on. I don’t want there to be a panty line.”
Maybe that’s true, but it doesn’t matter. Because at the moment, I can’t rip my eyes away from the crotch of her panties, an obvious wet patch growing right in her sweetest spot.
Following my eyes, Lily blushes.
“Do you want me to take these off too?” she murmurs, running her finger along the tiny, flimsy waistband.
I think for a moment.
“Naw, leave them on, honey. But pull the crotch to the side for me, will you? I want to see what you have down there.”
She gasps.
“Wh-what?” is her stammer.
“You heard me,” I growl, my eyes gleaming. “Pull your panties to the side sweetheart, so I can see what’s underneath. Just stretch the fabric nice and tight over one butt cheek, and show me what you’ve got.”
The girl gasps again, about to protest. But then common sense hits her square in the head, and she nods obediently, reaching one finger down. Slowly, she pulls the pink satin aside, hooking the tiny bit of fabric over one giant buttock, stretching it so that everything’s bare.
And to my gratification, I can see that Lily’s aroused. Not a little bit, but a lot. Her pussy lips are pink and puffy, gleaming with female nectar. Not just that, but her clit’s so stiff and big that it literally pokes out from between her labia, erect and ready to be stroked.
I can’t resist. Leaning forwards, I reach one hand out and lightly rub a fingertip along the bottom of her clit, teasing ever so slightly.
“Oh,” she moans, eyes falling closed as her head tilts back. “Ohhhh, yes.”
“That’s right sweetheart,” I rasp, pulling my finger back to take a look. Sure enough, it’s coated with tangy female juices, and I pop my finger in my mouth for a taste. Delicious. Lily’s been eating healthy, and her vaginal tang is sweet yet slightly salty, making my mouth water for more.
But this isn’t the time. I train all my girls a certain way, and that means oral first.
“Sweetheart,” I rasp, eyes commanding. “Get down on your knees again and taste me. Just a little lick at the top to get everything going. You ready to try?”
And this time, the girl nods, dropping to the floor immediately. Oh yeah, this is the way I like it. I like getting sucked by nude females, their boobs out, jiggling this way and that. And Lily’s perfect. She knows exactly what to do. Her knees spread until her head’s exactly at cock level, pink pout parting with anticipation. Oh shit. This girl’s a natural.
“Like that,” I growl encouragingly. “Take a little taste sweetheart. I think you’ll like it.”
She nods, unable to tear her eyes from my cock before slowly leaning forwards. And then it happens. Her tiny pink tongue swipes my tip and I shudder.
“Oh fuck baby,” I grind out. “Oh shit, just like that.”
Hearing my praise, the sweet brunette lifts her eyes to me for a moment, mouth open and trembling.
“Like this?” she mewls sweetly. And then it happens again, but this time, things start getting rancid because I’ve been leaking like a faucet. When her tongue swipes delicately against my head, she pulls back, and a long line of semen connects her tongue to my glans, the long, gloopy string bouncing in mid-air.
But Lily’s not turned off at all. Instead, slowly she pulls back, stretching the strand of semen out until finally, it breaks, the wetness hitting her chin and forming a perfect pearl necklace.
“Oh fuck baby,” I grind out, staring at the beautiful nude girl on her knees before me, licking my semen from her lips. “You’re perfect honey,” is my refrain. “Absolutely amazing.”
She mewls softly, eyes open and a bit dazed.
“I’m so glad you’re happy Shaft,” she whispers softly. “Can I do more?”
More? Oh shit, yeah. I can’t wait, in fact. So I gesture to my cock, the huge pole gleaming and pulsing under the lights.
“Help yourself sweetheart. I’m at your command.”
And a shy smile creeps over her lips before the girl leans forward once again. This time, she licks up one side, tracing the bulging vein. Unnh fuck, it feels amazing. I let out a low growl, but Lily’s used to those now. She swallows hungrily before leaning in for another kiss to the tip.
I throw my head back, eyes closing. Shit, this girl is a natural because suddenly, she’s got her lips around my shaft, sucking the head while slowly drawing it into her mouth. The wet heat is almost too much. My balls raise, thighs and abs clenching as the pressure increases.
“Oh fuck, baby,” I pant. “Fuck fuck fuck.”
This is unreal because shit like this doesn’t happen to guys like me. Sure, we get head in all sorts of off-limits places, but that’s not what I’m talking about. It’s my reaction to Lily. She hasn’t been tasting my dick for more than thirty seconds, and yet I’m ready to shoot already. Usually, I’m able to hang on for ages, sometimes even hours as a girl gives me head. But there’s something so sweet and naïve about this virgin that I’m losing control far faster than normal.
“Baby,” I gasp harshly, trying to pull my dick back a little. “Go slower.”
But this is where I’ve underestimated the little filly. Because Lily’s headstrong in her own way, and her eyes sweep up to look at me with a naughty gleam, before shaking her head imperceptibly. And then against all odds, she pulls my shaft even deeper into her mouth, the tip making its way visibly down that swan-like neck.
Oh fuck, oh fuck. This is out of control.
“Baby,” I grind out, catching her eyes with my own. “Go slower, go slower, you’re pushing me over the edge … AH FUCK! Fuck fuck fuck!”
Because Lily’s too powerful. Her small hands reached up to milk my balls, and that combined with the powerful suck force of her mouth forced me over the edge. Like a fifteen year old boy, I’m ejaculating after a few precious minutes into her mouth, giving up my man milk like I’ve never had sex before.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” are my roars, ringing out loud and proud in the locker room. “Shit!”
And Lily has a weird effect on me. Because sure, I’m a guy who has a lot in storage. But this time, it’s unreal. Literally gallons of cum pour from my dick into her mouth, spraying that warm wet throat with blast after blast of creamy jism. To her credit, Lily never shies away. She gulps and swallows hungrily, one small hand milking my shaft as the other squeezes my balls.
Finally, I’m done. Absolutely wrung out, pumping my male essence into the sweet girl’s mouth, and she hasn’t let one drop get away. As my dick shudders and squirts its last dribble, the girl finally pulls off, that massive length reappearing between her lips like a glistening pole.
Lily smiles at me before licking her lips again.
“Sweetheart, are you okay?” I rasp, my entire body drained and exhausted like I’ve run a marathon. Shit, this tiny girl did this to me? A huge, two hundred and sixty pound mountain of a man? But it’s true. Lily nods but she doesn’t say anything. Instead, the brunette stands, big boobies swaying, her cunt wet as hell. In fact, I can see the moist folds pulsing, the insides of her thighs gleaming from pussy cum.
But still, the girl doesn’t say anything. Instead, she pulls my head to hers for a kiss, and when our lips touch, her mouth opens and oh shit! The girl deposits a load of semen into my mouth. Surprised, I swallow at the unfamiliar flavor. Of course I’ve tasted my own cum before but just droplets here or there, or from the inside of a woman’s pussy. So this is altogether different. The snowball in my mouth is my own jism, hot and nasty, and I swallow in surprise.
Lily’s prepared.
“Do you like it, big guy?” she purrs while rubbing those big breasts against my chest. Her legs part and slowly, she lowers her pussy so that it presses against my thigh. “Do you want more, big guy?” she asks again. “Because I’m happy to do it again.”
And right then, I know this girl is perfect for me. She’s vivacious, playful, and slutty as hell, offering me this dirty snowball in the women’s locker room. So I pull back for a moment, looking deep into her caramel brown gaze.
“I’m ready sweetheart, but the question is … are you?”
Lily titters, trailing a small finger down my neck and over my chest, slowly reaching my groin again.
“I’m ready whenever you are, Shaft. So, so ready.”
And it’s on again in a flash. Because this girl isn’t just perfect for me. Her sluttiness and willingness to play makes her perfect for Battle Bang, our dirty sex wrestling club … and it’s just a matter of getting her into the ring.