AUTHOR = Lusty
E-MAIL = david_s_t@hotmail.com
Early on I knew I was special. I was always smaller than the rest of the guys and didn't show the same interests as they did. At 18 when I moved out, I really started to explore the things that made me feel so different. At 5 feet 6 inches tall and 130 pounds my body seemed more feminine than masculine, except for one thing, my cock was 10 thick inches with a very defined head. Although I occasionally do like sex with girls, I often find myself in sexual situations with other guys. When I started to dress as a female I found I thoroughly enjoyed overpowering men, and that is where my passions drew me.
Now I'm 20 years old and can thoroughly pass as a female. When I put on make-up and dress the role, I surprise even myself sometimes when I look in the mirror. I'm one quarter Korean and seventy-five percent black. My skin is a smooth dark brown color; the only features of my Korean side is my long straight black hair and my eyes. However, my most impressive feature is my cock. And what's important about my cock is its size, pure and simple -- its long, deep black, thick, enormous size. And, of course, what's also important is what my mind-blowing cock-size can do to other guys. I'm not one of those that wants to change into something else, I love being able to look like an innocent young girl while having a huge hunk of man-meat between my legs and the insight to how the weak male mind works. By the time most women usually figure out the power they can have on men, they are older and have lost their sweet young look. Not me, having intimate knowledge at my age gives me great power.
I just love shopping and experimenting on which outfits will best show off my body and what turns guys on. I especially enjoy teasing a "straight" married guy as he is sitting on the chair outside of the ladies dressing room in a department store while waiting for his wife. The macho straight guys are the funniest to watch. They look bored like they would rather be watching a football game, or anything else on TV. Anything but sitting there waiting for their wives. Then there is the purse thing. Their wives leave the purse with the husband, and his body language is hysterical. Or they are trying to get a cheap shot of some chick's ass or tits as they try on clothes.
Yesterday there was a guy sitting out there looking real bored and uncomfortable until I came out. He was a good-looking white guy in his early 30s, dressed in a pair of shorts and polo shirt.
I'm trying on a white fluffy sweater with a plunging neckline and a short denim miniskirt. My white 4 inch pumps and bobby socks finish off the look. I smile at him in a kind of innocent, friendly way, and since I'm only 20, and look even younger, he smiles back, probably thinking what a cute babe I am. Then, as I'm looking in the mirror just outside of the dressing room, I open the neckline of the sweater exposing more of my chest, and check out how the material contrasts with the smooth dark skin of my breasts being pushed up and out by my padded push-up bra.
He is staring at the reflection of my cleavage as I see him licking his lip. With my back to him, I see the reflection of him running his eyes up and down the back of my legs. The guy is so focused on the erotic image before him he is losing the perspective of where he is.
Turning around as if I'm innocently looking at how my back looks in the mirror, I change his focus to my nice round bubble butt. As I bend down and adjust my shoe straps, the back of my skirt raises and exposes even more of my tight bubble butt. When I look at his face he looks like a guy who has just started to recover from an orgasm, and I've just started to fuck with him.
When I stand back up, I take my hand and slightly lift the front of the jean miniskirt, reach into my panties and adjust my cock from between my legs. Since no one else can see us, I leave the skirt hiked up so he has a clean view of the front of my panties in the mirror. When I look at the reflection of him in the mirror it is confirmed, he took the bait, and is hooked. That's always such a great moment -- when I first reveal my surprisingly, stupendous, outlandish, unbelievable black cock to an unsuspecting victim. His eyes immediately lock onto the biggest, hugest, most gargantuan cock he's ever seen. He's straight, though, so he's embarrassed to even look at another cock. It was one thing to have a fantasy of a woman other than his wife, but another to fantasize about a guy cross-dressed!
But he can't help it, of course. And he doesn't just look, he stares. His jaw goes slack. He tries to look away, but he can't. He's hooked. He's shocked at my surprise. And he's also shocked at how it's getting to him. And it is getting to him all right, and bad. Real bad. His shorts are already starting to show a little wood growing. He doesn't really understand it, maybe he doesn't really believe it yet, but he can tell that I'm turning him on. Straight as an arrow his whole life, and now he's hardening up over a cross dresser -- a cross dresser with a huge cock! The thought of it makes him sick to his stomach. But he's helpless.
My cock is not naked, of course, but it's stretching out the thin material of my panties so tightly that it might as well be. The shape, the proportions, and the beautiful head, are all clearly showing. But it's the stupefying size on my petite feminine body that makes him mine. After a bit, he tears his eyes away from the awesome sight, and looks up at my face. I smile back at him, just as sweetly as before, pretending nothing is happening. And why not? After all, I'm just trying on some clothes. I can't help it if the image of a young black girl with a protruding hard-on is the most lust-producing thing he's ever seen in his life. It's not like I had a hard-on or anything. Oh no, I'm completely soft. I'm just standing there in front of the mirror, minding my own business. He looks back down at my humongous meat. He's so funny -- he licks his lips without even noticing. I know he realizes that as huge, as massive as my cock is, it still looks soft. It seems impossible that something that gigantic could be soft, but he can see it's true. He imagines how fucking big it must get when it hardens up. I see the tent in his shorts really lengthen out.
I reach down and push my incredible mass of man-meat to a slightly new position, as if it's uncomfortable, squeezed into my panties and all. The obscene show makes the guy harden up all the way. Now he really feels it, and he looks down at himself, hoping his boner's not noticeable. But of course it is. He just has an average dick, but by now it's harder and stiffer than it's ever been, so the boner-tent it's making is very obvious. It actually begins to twitch. His face turns red, and he tries to will his dick back down. But there's no way it's going to soften up with what I'm showing off. My beautiful pussy stick has him captivated, but he takes a quick peek up at my face to see if I'm watching him. I'm not, though. I'm just looking over my image in the mirror, casually. That gives him the chance to do what he wants to do. What he needs to do. What my humongous monster bulge in my skirt is making him do. And that's rub himself.
The image of me standing there with my dark beautiful legs, short denim skirt, and protruding bulge is driving him into a lustful haze. So he starts to rub it through his shorts with the back of his hand. He has to. I see this in one side of the mirror so, just to really get to him, I lean forward and adjust my bobby socks. That shoves my bubble butt towards him, and the hem is exposing the contrast between my white panties and dark skin right at him, putting his dick just that much more into hot, helpless, jerk-off need. So he rubs harder. He's scared as hell someone will see him, but he can't help it. I'm simply showing him way too much visual stimulation.
When I hear his wife opening the door to her dressing room door, I figure that it is a good time to take away the most erotic vision in his life. I look back at him over my shoulder to see a lost and confused look on his face. His anguish is evident because he fears he will never see me again. His wife is coming down the aisle of the dressing room. Not bad looking for an arm trophy. Nice body with nice legs and big tits; I'd bet they are bolt ons! She looks like the kind of snooty bitch you want to pull out right before she is ready to cum and blow a big wad on her face to put her in her place. As I walk by I throw her a cordial smile that she ignores and continues out of the dressing room area. As soon as she is in front of him she asks his opinion of the outfit she is presenting. Although she looks and feels good, he can't get my image out of his mind and his wife notices his disinterest in her.
"Where the hell is your mind?" she confronts him.
"Uhh... sorry honey, you look great," is all he could muster as he shifts in his seat trying to conceal his aroused state.
As awkward tension permeates between the two of them, I start to undress and put my clothes on; which is going to completely break down the poor fool. After I undress down to my panties, I check the image before me in the mirror inside. I slide my butt forward a little, because I just love making that obscene gesture while my cock is thinly covered with my panties. I look in the mirror, and it really looks good. There stands a skinny young lady in panties. She's got a cute baby face, thin arms, a supple, slightly-muscled, nearly bare torso, and a pair of long thin hairless legs with just a little definition. And, sticking out from below her waist, stretching way out in front, then bending way down in between her legs, is one huge, enormous cock-bulge.
This is the look that makes straight guys suck cock -- a thin, cute, young, innocent-looking black girl who just happens to have an obscenely defined, un-fucking-believably thick, long, huge cock-bulge running horizontally all the way out to the side of her body. And the thing is so God-damn wide that the tent it's making starts right at the waistband and stretches way out in front of the female body. That is, the cock-tent takes up the entire right side of the panties from the leg up. And the cock behind the thin fabric is so clearly visible -- the shaft, the ridge around the bottom of the head, the shape of the head itself. Just nothing but big, huge, gigantic, totally out-of-proportion male meat.
I don't care who the guy is, or how hard he tries to fight it, when I show him what I'm looking at in the mirror right now, his jaw is going to drop, his balls are going to ache, and his dick is going to spring up into the stiffest boner he's ever had. But while he's reduced to helplessly perving over my cock, I, of course, will remain cool -- and soft. I'll just be innocently standing there, minding my own business. Letting my size destroy some stupid jerk. What fun.
I hear his wife inform him she is going to a different department, and he tells her he will wait there for her. Maybe he fooled her, but he and I both know he is waiting for me. He wants to have me so bad he could just about taste it. I put back on my short white miniskirt and tight pink cotton top to completely break him. I decide not to put on my push-up bra so my dark puffy nipples would be clearly seen poking through thin translucent material of the top. I pinch each nipple to make them even more pronounced. Then I apply a fresh layer of red lipstick on my full lips and brush my hair so it is flowing over my shoulders. Straight guys are weak in resisting the temptations of a female and think it somehow allows them to remain straight if the cock they are sucking is on a woman. Prick teasing and mind-fucking like that is always fun, but it's almost a little too easy when you have the package I do.
I always pick the room that can be seen from the "husband chair" and now it is time to reel in my target. I love having the power to turn guys on so bad they'll do anything I want. Which is why the straighter they are, the more fun it is.
From the lack of sounds in the dressing room, I know we are alone in the department. When I slightly open the door to allow him to see me he tries to fight the desire consuming him. He still is holding onto the delusion he is being drawn to a young black female that he thinks he can conquest, and not a size queen. When I make eye contact and flash him a sweet smile he is driven in his lustful bliss to his feet and he enters the female changing room without any thought of the consequences. At that point he isn't thinking of her purse he left behind, he is being driven by pure lust.
As he stands just outside the door of the dressing room he still is trying to hold on to control. So, just for fun, I hike up the skirt, pull my panties to the side and start to stroke my cock. I start growing, and so does he. Yeah, I am making his cock grow just by showing him mine grow. It isn't long before I am all the way hard. I turn sideways to him, hold my hands together behind my back, and shove my pelvis forward, to give him a really good show of my 10 thick inches. I turn my head over to look back at him. I look down at his crotch, and it is real obvious that I had made him totally hard. My looking down there makes him look too, and he just about dies of embarrassment when he sees how obvious his hard-on is.
He looks back up at me, and I give him a really big smile. He turns bright red. Just to tease him some more, to make his balls really churn, I lean back as far as I could, which rotates my skinny hips up, and lifts my big, beautiful shaft as far as possible into the air. Sticking up from my little feminine body like that, my huge man-meat must have awfully looked good to him, because he absent-mindedly licks his lips and gives his demanding little hard-on a rub with his hand. When he does that, I give a big stare down to his crotch, and another one at my own shaft, and then I look back up to his face and smile again. That way I make sure he knows that I had seen him give himself a rub, and that he knows that I know that it is my enormous boner that had made him do it.
The thought of touching another man's cock, even with just his own hands, had previously seemed revolting to him. So, when he realizes that, totally against his will, he is in uncontrollable lust for my gigantic slab of meat, he tries as hard as he could to resist. But while I'm showing off a cock that's so much bigger than anything he ever imagined, it didn't matter how revolted he was. Before that day the thought of actually sucking on another man's cock may have made him sick, but my monster is simply so big, and it's simply made him so hot, that he just got to have it. My massive size makes it all so easy. Oh yeah, showing off as many mouth-watering inches as I have always turns men's dicks into wood, their brains into mush, and their mouths into my own personal little cum buckets. It sure is fun doing that to guys. First seeing how shocked they are with themselves for getting turned on by another guy's cock, and then watching them fight their increasing lust as I show off, and finally proving my control over them when my teasing, and mind-warping size, breaks them down and they beg to suck me off, but this guy hadn't given in yet.
So, I stand there right in front of him -- he's stroking up and down on his hard-on through his shorts, staring at 10 inches of bare, naked, hard man-meat that's going to warp his mind forever. It's young. It's smooth. It's beautiful. It's gigantic. I keep pulling up, inch by inch. With each inch, more thick, massive meat comes into view. It's just sooo good-looking. So smooth. So hard. You can see how young it is. And it's so big. Just so big. And it's right in front of his face. He can see how smooth and hairless my young legs, stomach and crotch are. Fine, thin dark skin. Smooth, slightly-defined muscles. No fat at all. And an incredible, gigantic, cock-shaft running right out the side of my panties. His eyes are fixated on my enormous mushroomed head, which is about 2 1/2 inches from cleft to pisshole, and 3 inches wide. It's a wonderful, gorgeous head. My whole cock flexes and jerks a little at the knowledge of what it's doing to this "straight married guy". I just love conquering and destroying a man. And it's always so easy.
So, the monster is pointed right at his face. His mouth slacks open, and he licks his lips. For the first time in his life, he's actually thinking about sucking on a cock. Oh yeah, he has to think about it. There it is, so beautiful, so big, and so black. But what's really killing him is his own dick. It's killing him just too much. He's staring right at a howitzer of man-meat. He caves in. He breaks down. He pulls his meat out the side of his shorts.
"Oh, God," he says. His whole head turns beat red, but he pulls his boner out and starts jerking. He uses both hands, stroking his shaft with his right hand, and kneading his head with his left. As he strokes, he spouts out, "Oh God you're beautiful! Your cock is so huge!" He strokes up and down, up and down. "It's just so huge!" he shouts.
"Yes, of course," I say. "I know. And now you can see what a cock with some real size does to you. It makes you jerk off. Yeah, it makes you take your stiff dick out of your shorts, right here in public. Isn't that great? My gigantic cock simply makes you do it. The mere sight of it puts a jerk-off need into your little dick that hurts so bad you just have to jerk off. A few minutes ago you were a man. Now you're just another one of my little jerky boys."
"Oh, no. No, no," he says. He's kind of incoherent. But, of course, beating off to the most beautiful cock he has ever seen doesn't leave him much brain to use for figuring out how to talk.
"Oh, that's good," I say, sounding a little relieved. "Because, you know, there are some men out there who like to look at penises. You know that, don't you? Of course, they're not really men, exactly. They call them, um... I guess they call them homosexual. Or sometimes they call them fags."
With that, I run the tip of my index finger up and down the side of my cock, just to make sure I'm being clear as to what I'm talking about. I start at the base, just above my big balls, and run my finger slowly up my shaft, past the top of the skin-tight stretch material, and then on up the exposed cock-flesh, to the top of the head. It takes a while, because I'm so long. Then I retrace the path back down to the big ball-sack.
"I sure hope you don't like looking at it. I mean, you're not one of those queers, are you?"
With that question, he tears his eyes off the object of his lust, and manages to look up at my face. He shakes his head back and forth, and says, "No, NO!" but then he looks back down at my cock. It's so young and smooth. It's perfectly formed. Perfect shape and perfect proportions. It's just a beautiful, young, smooth, teenage cock. The only thing is, it's over 10 inches long. He keeps beating his dick. He keeps wishing he could be gagging on my manhood.
I'm just standing there, all pumped up to the max, with this big macho guy jerking off to me. It sure is great having the kind of size that can break a man down like that. Reduce a big, muscular he-man to a little, jerk-off fag-boy. He then moves forward and is completely in the dressing room, and kneeling down in front of me in a hypnotic state.
"There now, you like that, don't you? I can see you really like jerking off to my big cock. You're just my little jerky-boy, aren't you?" He just keeps staring at my monumental 10 inches and keeps jerking, but I know he can hear me, so I go on. "Yeah, my gorgeous man-meat really turns you on but good, huh? Gets to you a lot better than any real chick, huh? I just know no real chick ever got you to beat off like that before. I guess that makes you not just my little jerk-off boy, but my little FAG jerk-off boy, doesn't it?"
He grunts, "Oh yeah... oh, yeah... oh, yeah."
He's giving into my words as well as into the extreme need of his over-packed balls and his over-stiff dick. But, mostly, he's giving into the hugest, most gigantic slab of man-meat he ever could have imagined. So far, this is fine, but I'm not through with him yet. Oh no, not by a long shot.
"Yes, my little pansy fag. Jerking and jerking to my big cock. I guess that means you love my cock so much you want to pay homage to it with your mouth, too."
At that, he stops jerking and looks up at my face for the first time in a long time. He can't say anything, but the fear is all over his face. He shakes his head back and forth, but then he looks back down at my monster meat and starts jerking again.
I tell him, "Oh yeah, you're goin' to be sucking on it all right. There's no way a little pansy fag-boy like you is going to keep your mouth off a cock this beautiful... and this huge."
His face is bright red, but he just keeps staring at my unbelievable cock and jerking off. There's no way he can stop. When I move it to the left, he turns his head with it. When I move it to the right, his head turns with it that way, too -- of course. It's really a lot of fun to do that with a guy -- move my gigantic cock back and forth, and make his face go back and forth with it. He's my little toy. My little, drooling, cock-starved toy. He manages to lick some of his spit off his lips, but most of it falls on the floor. I stop waving my monster back and forth and hold it still right in front of his eyes.
"Why don't you give it a kiss? A nice, big kiss for my nice, big cock? You know you want to," I say.
He looks up at my face again. There's tears in his eyes, and he shakes his head back and forth again. The mere thought of touching another guy's cock with his mouth turns his stomach. It just about makes him throw up. But what's really fucking him over is that he knows he wants to. Wants to real bad. But as revolting as the idea of putting his mouth on my cock is to him, I know my stupendous size has such a hold on him -- on his balls, on his cock, on what's left of his brain -- that there's no way he'll be able to keep from doing it. I tilt my giant forward so that the underside of the huge head almost touches to his lips.
He's really drooling, and I just ask, "Now, how about a kiss?"
He caves in, just like I knew he would. He stretches his neck forward, with his lips puckered. But just before he can touch the underside of my massive head, I tilt my cock back a little. He stretches forward more, but I pull it back.
"Tell me what you want," I say. He can't quite bring himself to actually ask for it, so I tilt it forward again, but when he makes another try to kiss it, I just pull it back again. "Ask for what you want," I say.
"OK, OK," he says. "Let me kiss it."
"Kiss what?" I ask.
"Your cock, your cock! Please, please let me kiss your incredible black cock!"
"Well," I say, "if you really want to, here. Give it a kiss."
I then tilt it forward again, and hold it still for him. He kisses the underside of the head. That feels pretty good; I kind of like having him kiss me there. He plants a couple of more kisses, then moves his head up over the end and kisses the very tip of my cock, at the piss hole. That's nice too, but I pull away in a few seconds. I'm not done mashing up what used to be his big, straight, macho brains, and turning them into little, fag, pansy brains.
So I tell him, "Now you're going to suck on it. Oh, yeah, you're going to give me a great big blow-job. And you're going to swallow all my thick, yummy, girl/boy-cream, too."
He looks back up at my face and stares in horror. He's terrified at the idea of actually sucking on a cock. Of what it would mean. But he knows I can make him do it with my size. Then he looks back down at my gigantic black shaft and stares in lust.
"Beg for it!" I say.
He looks back up. The tears are coming out of his eyes again. He shakes his head more desperately than before, silently pleading with me not to completely turn him into a total fag. But he's such a silly boy, why shouldn't I get my kicks? And it's all so easy for me. And he knows it.
All I say is, "Look at it."
He looks at it. He stares at it. He drools. And he keeps jerking off like mad. And he wants my gigantic cock stuffing his mouth. He just wants to suck it down so bad. But he won't, he can't, he tells himself. He just won't become a total fag! But my super-cock is just too long, too thick, too massive... too huge! He just has to have it! What's left of his brain is telling him, "No way! Don't do it!" But his blue, aching balls, and his iron-hard dick, and his cock-craving mouth are telling him, "Suck!"
I can see all this so plain on his face, I almost laugh. It's so much fun. I don't have to do anything. Not a damn thing. I just hold my gigantic column of man-meat in front of his face, and I know there's no way he's going to keep from going down on it in a few seconds. And then he surrenders, making a lunge for my huge beauty.
But I tell him, "Stop!" He stops, teetering just a couple of inches from his desire. "Beg me. Beg to suck my cock, shit-head!"
Just having him surrender to my size and suck me off might be enough fun by itself, but I really want him to beg for it. I want his own words to prove to him that he's given himself to me, and that now I own him. Words that will stick in his mind forever. I want him to always remember how he begged me to let him suck my cock. That way he can never again think he's straight. No, no. He'll always remember begging to suck my cock! I guess he somehow senses this, because he just stops. He doesn't say anything, although he keeps jerking off like mad and keeps drooling over my cock. This is fine with me. I'll have him begging quick enough.
"Just look how big it is," I say. "Just look how fucking big it is. Usually they only get about half this long, and, oh, maybe a quarter this massive. But this one's special. Real special, don't you think?"
Then I slowly run my right index finger up and down the length. His eyes are bugging out. His tongue is hanging out. His mouth is drooling. He keeps jerking. Then I loosely wrap my fingers around my huge shaft, only it's so thick that my fingers can't quite make it all the way around. I started to move my loose hand up and down, in a parody of jacking off.
"And just look how thick it is. It's so thick I can't get my hand around it. Can't you just imagine this monster filling up your mouth?"
That does it. He breaks. There's nothing left of him.
"OK, OK. Please let me suck it," he begs.
That makes me happy. Now he's my slave. But I still want to twist the knife some more. Make him really beg for it hard, just to prove even more how bad he needs it. To prove how I'd turned him into a little fag slave-boy who lives to suck my magnificent manhood.
"It's nice to hear you beg for it, but I still don't know if you deserve it yet," I say. "Now, beg."
He pleads his best, "Oh God, please! Please, PLEASE let suck your cock!"
There's absolutely nothing left of his mind at all. He's nothing but a little piece of shit totally enslaved by my cock.
"I think you need to beg just a little harder."
"PLEASE, PLEASE! Let me suck your cock! I've just got to have my mouth on your huge beautiful black cock! PLEASE!"
I own him. I can make him say or do anything I want. I decide to toy with him just a little longer, just for fun.
"And what about my cum? Don't you want my cum?"
"Yes, Yes. I want your cum."
"Beg me to shoot my cum down your throat."
"Please, please! Please shoot your cum down my throat."
"Say, 'I'm just a little white pansy fag shit who wants to suck your great big black beautiful cock'."
He repeats, "I'm just a little white pansy fag shit who wants to suck your great big black beautiful cock."
"Say, 'I wish I could gulp down your wonderful man-cream more than anything in the world'."
"I wish I could gulp down your wonderful man-cream more than anything in the world."
I decide I've had enough fun with that. My monster cock has, once again, proven that its unbelievable size has the power to completely, totally destroy any man I want it to, and turn him into my little cock-sucking fag slave-boy. And besides, by now I really am feeling kind of horny myself, and it would be nice to empty my balls. So, I finally let him worship the 10 inches that have destroyed him.
"OK, my little fag suck-slave," I tell him, "I'll now allow you to put your mouth down over my cock and start gulping on it."
Whenever I finally let a guy get his cock-starved mouth on my meat, the guy always goes crazy trying to suck as much of it as he can into his mouth as fast as possible. This guy is just like any other, and he goes down on me like he's been starving for a huge cock all his life. He takes in as much as he can, about four or five inches, and then starts sucking like crazy. He's jacking his own cock harder and faster than ever. I just lean back against the wall, with my hands behind my head, and enjoy the service. Of course, it's his first time down on a man, but his sucking, because he's so crazy for it, still feels pretty good. It's not a great blow-job, but it's not a bad one either. His lack of experience is partially made up for by his desperation to suck in as much of my manhood as he can, and to suck as hard as he can. He's also using his tongue as much as he can too. Of course, I'm stuffing his mouth so full that there's not much room for his tongue, but in his need for my cock he does his frantic best. So, all in all, it's an OK blow-job.
Since I'm done completely destroying every last ounce of his being, shredding forever any idea he ever had about not wanting his mouth filled with cock, I figure now I'll just relax and wait for the pleasure of emptying my balls. Which will, of course, be down the little shit's throat.
Just then, though, as he's frantically jerking and sucking for all he's worth, and I'm leaning back relaxing, I hear a couple of voices outside the dressing room. It's his wife and one of the sales ladies.
I say to him, "Hey, little faggy, guess what? I hear your wife coming. Yeah, she's headed this way. So, if you don't want her seeing you sucking off my black cock, you better get off me right now."
He doesn't do anything except keep sucking and jerking off, of course. He's now just a little suck-off slave to my gigantic cock. His entire universe is my giant cock in his mouth and his hard-on in his hand.
"Oh yeah, it wouldn't be a very pretty picture: you down on your knees, with your little hard-on in your hand, jerking off, while you've got your white mouth stuffed full of my black cock, sucking as hard as you can. No, no, not a pretty picture at all."
He looks up at me with just his eyes, so I know he hears and at some level understands, but he's helpless. All he can do is jerk and suck. His body and soul belong to my huge, gargantuan, cock-shaft.
"Oh well, it looks as if you just love sucking on my big beautiful cock too much to stop, doesn't it. Well, enjoy."
As he sucks and sucks, I turn my body so that my back is up against the door, and I open the door. He moves with me like a baby sucking on its mother's tit. All that the ladies are going to see is the back of a young black woman, with him on his knees, freely and openly jacking off his cock, and with his face buried in my crotch. I'm now just about ready to shoot my load, but I hold off until the two ladies are about ready to come into the dressing room, so they can take in my choreographed image. Another ten seconds, and they come into the dressing room aisle, which is my cue. I start shooting loads of cum into his mouth and down his throat. I generally pack a lot of spunk, so I shoot for several seconds. The two ladies just stop in their tracks and stare at us. Meanwhile, the humiliation of my jism pouring down his throat makes him start to shoot also. It has to be the biggest, baddest, cum of his life, too. The kind he'll never be able to forget. The kind that'll keep him from ever being satisfied with his wife again. Oh no, after a cum like that he'll be spending a lot of years cruising for another enormous cock, desperate to find one that can measure up to mine.
His wife starts shouting something, and he looks over at her out of the corner of his eye, but he keeps jerking off his dick and shooting all over the place. He is so blinded by lust he can barely see her. And, of course, he keeps sucking and sucking on the 10-inch object of all his lust until I'm completely empty. He swallows as much of my cum as he can, but a lot of it still leaks out around his lips and runs down his chin. It's a pretty good cum for me, better than average anyway, so I let myself enjoy it before I go back into my little act.
I pull out of his mouth and spread my remaining cum across his face, all the while shielding the scene from the two women with my body in the doorway. Before anyone can say anything to me, I pull my panties over to cover my cock and the skirt down. Then I run past his wife and the sales lady, and out of the room.
When I'm just outside the door, however, I can't resist stopping to look back into the room. The guy is still on his knees, with his cum on the floor in front of him, and my cum on his face, dripping off his chin. The two women are just looking down at him, shaking their heads. Since they can't see me behind them, I pull the skirt up in front of my crotch and, with my other hand, I lower my panties down past my beautiful cock. It's now down to a nice, soft, after-cum 7 inches, still thick and juicy. So I wiggle my hips a couple of times to get it swinging back and forth, just to implant one last beautiful vision of huge cock in his pathetic little brain. Then he looks back up at my face, and we make eye contact. I give him one last sweet smile. A knowing smile. Then I turn around and walk away.
If you like this, drop me a note at david_s_t@hotmail.com. If there is enough of a response, I'll finish part 2.
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