0 comments/ 99777 views/ 11 favorites Bank Dick By: E.NonnyMuse I arrived for my interview five minutes early. The receptionist, James Bolton according to his desk nameplate, buzzed his boss, and I was ushered in to see her with no waiting. The plaque on her door read: "Melanie McCoy, Vice President of Customer Relations". "Take messages for all my calls, Jimmy." "Certainly, anything else, coffee?" "No, Jimmy, thank you." She followed him to the door, locking it after him. Melanie stood about five-six, early thirties, light skin, on the slim side, small features, hazel eyes, and red hair that she parted in the middle and wore in a page boy. She wore a business suit with a loose A line skirt that stopped just below her knees. The light green color complemented her hair and eyes. She wheeled a portable clothes rack from a closet and sat back behind her high tech desk, opening a folder containing my application. I could see my name, Richard Dane, on the label of the folder. "Thank you for coming, Mr. Dane, and although it wasn't necessary, thank you for wearing a suit." "I want this job. The work sounds interesting and it pays well. And please call me Dick." "Okay, Dick, let's be informal. Call me Mel. Your application and photos seem to be what we're looking for. Take off all your clothes and let's see what we have to work with." With shoes, socks, tie, shirt, and suit neatly hung on the rack, I stood in the only underwear I ever wore, a pair of Jockey briefs, the color of the day being light blue. She looked at them and smiled. "What, the color is funny?" "No, I like the color. I was just playing a girl's guessing game, boxers or briefs. I guessed right." "There's really no choice. Boxers just won't do the job." "Oh? Why's that?" "I'll show you." I hooked my thumbs in the waist band and slipped off my briefs. When my package was revealed, I heard a surprised laugh. I looked up at her and saw that she had covered her mouth with her hand to stifle further laughter, had lowered her eyes, and was blushing. "I...I'm so sorry," she stuttered. "I don't mean to make fun of you. It's just that you have the smallest penis I've ever seen on a man. And in contrast, you have the biggest testicles I've ever seen. The combination just looks funny. I'm sorry." "Oh, that's okay. Don't be embarrassed. I'm not. You're not the first to find me amusing. I'm sure I've caused many inner gleeful laughs from other males in locker rooms and showers." "Guys really do that, check each other out? I'd like to see that." She'd regained her composure. "Oh yeah, but not by barking out a laugh and turning beet red. Furtive glances usually. It doesn't bother me. In those situations we are all flaccid, so it doesn't mean much. Erection makes everyone about the same." She raised her left eyebrow. "Well maybe so," she said with a little smile. "I'll have to introduce you to my husband sometime." She got back to business and opened my folder to look at my photos. The application had required front and side view color photos with a full erection. Mel was looking first at my small cock, its shrivel of foreskin ending before my ball sack barely got started, and then looking at my photos, shaking her head, probably thinking "false advertising". She put the photos down and removed a tailor's tape measure from a drawer, then came around her desk and knelt in front of me. The tape was made of some non-stretching synthetic and had precise markings in inches and centimeters. She unrolled it and measured down the front of my cock. "Well, not counting the raisin at the tip, you've got an inch and three quarters. That's got to be a record dick, Dick." She seemed pissed at me for wasting her time. She threw the tape on the desk and wheeled an armless, backless chair to the front of her desk, adjusting its height to a few inches less than the height of the desk. She kicked off her pumps and sat on the desk facing me. She propped her feet on the stool, spread her legs wide, and pulled her skirt up tucking it in the waistband to hold it up and free her hands. Mel wore no hose nor panties. Her pussy spread open for my enjoyment and stimulation. The hair along the sides of her outer lips was trimmed short, but on her mound grew a lush bush of reddish brown, curly pussy hair. A real redhead. Her bigger lips were white like her flawless thighs. Her inner lips and her meat in between were a light pink, glistening with a thin sheen of pussy juice. She wet her fingers in her mouth and started stroking up and down her inner lips and rubbing gentle circles on the skin covering her clit. At the same time, she flexed her fuck muscles, making her cunt opening wink at me. The air circulation in the room must have been from her toward me. I couldn't smell any perfume, but I did whiff a fragrance much more powerful; the clean, heady aroma of a highly sexed woman's fully aroused pussy. I felt my cock stretch and thicken as it engorged with blood. My heart didn't have to pump more than ten times to give me a full hard on. Mel no longer looked pissed as she stared at my erection. Now she looked surprised. She picked up the photos and compared them to real meat and blood, shaking her head, "I guess you never can tell." Mel kicked the chair away, pulled down her skirt, and put her shoes back on. She got a palm computer from her desk, retrieved the tape measure, and knelt before me again. Placing her tools on the floor, she massaged my balls, rolling them around in my bag to feel their size, and gently bouncing them to appreciate their weight. She smiled up at me, "With balls as big and hard as these, you should go into the sperm business. You'd be a millionaire." I smiled back, "Sounds like a great business idea, provided I got to make direct deposits into my customer's cunt. Unfortunately, there's no market. Too much free product. But now you know why briefs instead of boxers." "Well, I guess so! My god, they're as big as kiwi fruit! You must be very proud of them." "It's love/hate. I like it when you get wet from playing with them, even more when you make me pump their cum deep into you, but the rest of the time, packing them around is just a hassle. It's almost like a woman with big tits, except she gets to show hers off. If I did that, I'd get arrested." "Enough admiration. Let's get you measured and fitted." I wasn't sure what "fitted" meant, but thought it might be fun finding out. My erection had caused the foreskin to partly retract, exposing the mouth and lips along with half the head. Mel expertly peeled me, snapping the skin behind my shiny, purple acorn. She measured along the top of my cock and entered five and a half inches into her little computer. She then slipped the skin back over the head, gripped my shaft firmly in her fist, and stroked me, building up speed until my cockhead was a blur as it popped in and out of her tight fist. She released me from her grip leaving me once again peeled. My cock jumped closer to my stomach, becoming slightly longer, thicker, and harder. Mel re-measured and punched five and three quarters inches into the keypad. She kept jacking and measuring me until she had entered all my dimensions. "Well, what's the verdict? Am I qualified?" "You've got a nice cock. You're prow shaped, so even though you're under six inches dorsally, your bottom tube is almost seven inches from your balls to the lips of your cockhead. He's a thick little guy; over two inches wide and almost six inches around. And once I got his attention, he got very hard. I also like the widely flared, elongated head. Personally, I think the light brown color of your shaft is exotic. My hubby's is white. So, in a nutshell, pardon the pun, yes, you may be what we're looking for. Of course, I'll have to test it to know for sure." Test it? "What was all the precise measuring for?" "Oh, well you know you'll have to wear a condom?" "Yes, of course." "You'll like them. We have them custom made to exactly fit your erection. They're like a second skin. You'll hardly know you're wearing one. They're made of a new polymer, clear, ultra thin, and completely odorless. No latex smell." She pointed to the port where she had plugged in the hand computer. "They're being molded for you right now as we speak." * I had seen the ad in Wild Side magazine. It specified: (1) heterosexual male (2) penis five to six inches when fully erect, measured dorsally, girth of four to five inches, uncut (3)and in bold print, must be capable of satisfying five women per day, mounting them from the rear(doggy style), without coming. The pay promised was $500 per day, three days per week. I applied immediately. Except for my erection being slightly too thick, I qualified. I liked all kinds of women and loved pumping their cunts while I admired their asses. And for some reason, I had complete cum control when giving doggy. I'd plowed a lot of pussy from the rear and knew I could keep my sperm percolating in my balls until I gave my cock the green flag to squirt cum into a cunt. I'd even taught myself to have several mini-comes while holding my semen, oozing out clear precum until my cock and balls felt like they were ready to burst if I didn't finally shoot my thick, white load. I'm a natural for a job as a dogolo. Melanie explained that it had all started over lunch with a friend, who also happened to be one of the bank's customers. They got to talking about sex and her friend confided that she liked to be fucked from the back, but that her husband wasn't capable of controlling himself long enough for her to thoroughly enjoy it. "I wish I could find a stranger to service me," she had lamented. After lunch, back at her desk, Melanie wondered if perhaps her friend's wish was not unique. Maybe there was a wider interest out there. So she discreetly surveyed her female bank customers, promising anonymity. And yes, there was quite a large interest out there. The only problem was she couldn't ask a man to service strangers for free without getting to shoot his load. And women were uncomfortable paying for sex. Deeply ingrained in the female psyche was the fact that they controlled heterosexual males access to sex. Men pay for it, women never. Always been that way, always will be. End of story. * "So that's when I got my bank machine idea. What if a woman could tell herself she was just using a unique type of bank machine while a stud serviced her from the rear. Let me show you." She led me into a small room where one wall contained a bank machine of sorts. It had no slot for a bank card, but did have the usual small drawer to dispense cash. A large screen TV took up most of the space. Below it was the standard numerical keypad. Also below the screen were arrayed a row of buttons labeled front, rear, side, top, bottom, and zoom. In front of the screen stood a well upholstered, firm bench, adjustable for height. "The way it works is the customer gets on the bench on her hands and knees and enters the amount of cash she wants while you give her stud from behind. Notice there's no slot for a bankcard." I nodded and waited for her to go on. "What we've done is voice print each client's unique sounds she makes while coming, be they soft cries, guttural grunts, even if she screams like a banshee. The walls are sound proof. When she's satisfied that she's had her cunt well and truly reamed, she signals you and you finger her clit while continuing to plow her pussy with your hard cock until she comes. Bingo, her cash pops out, $100 is transferred from her account to yours, she gets dressed and goes shopping, you rest, get the blood circulating in your tool, and wait for your next customer. Questions?" "Well, yes several." "Shoot." "I've fucked a lot of women and know that a considerable number of them make no noise whatsoever when they come. What about them?" "Ah, we've thought of that." She led me back to her office. I sat in the side chair. She corrected me, "No, you'll have to stand up." I stood in front of the desk facing the door. She removed a small, gold chain bracelet from a desk drawer, then came around and knelt before me. She opened the clasp, wrapped the bracelet around the top of my ball pouch, and closed the clasp. She couldn't resist playing with my big balls and rolled them around in their bag and licked my cockhead as I continued my questions. "And how did you arrive at the cock size?" I asked. "That's what our customers wanted. We had them sample dildos from four to eight inches long and with girths varying from three to six inches." She wrapped her fingers around my shaft and squeezed as she continued, "You're a little too thick, but I'll bet no one will notice. This little fucker is hard, but not as hard as a dildo." She tried to get both my balls in her mouth, but finally gave up and enclosed one at a time behind her lips and massaged each with her tongue. "So did your women request an uncut cock?" She slipped my left ball out of her mouth and replied, "No, they didn't care one way or the other. It was my personal preference. I've found that a cut cock seems to have tougher skin on the head from the constant friction with clothing. A man with a cockhead that's protected except for when it's getting and giving pleasure has soft, velvety skin. I just think it feels better when he slips it into me. By the way, did you know your left ball is slightly bigger than your right. Is it because you pump more sperm from your right? Or do they alternate like my egg makers?" "No, I think they work as a team. Just before my cock jets, sperm is pumped from both simultaneously to mix in my cum. I don't know why my left is bigger. Probably for the same reason some people have brown eyes and others blue. Anyway, what's the purpose of the little ball necklace?" "Ah yes, the silent comers. You see there's an electronic motion sensor in the bracelet. When you fuck, be it fast or slowly, it senses the to and fro movement of your balls. I got the idea from that." She pointed to one of those office toys that is a series of hanging steel balls. When you pull one of them out and release it, it transfers the energy through all of them, making the one on the opposite side swing out. "Okay, go on." "Well, say you've mounted her and ridden her until she's ready to come, get her money, and go shopping. She'll signal you in a prearranged way that she's ready to come, and you'll touch her exactly as she wants to be touched. You'll feel her clit throbbing, and if she's tight enough, you'll feel her cunt milking your cock. You keep pumping her with your hard cock until she's completely done coming, then you ram your cock in all the way and stop moving. The sensor in the bracelet detects that your balls have stopped swinging. After five seconds of no motion, it sends an electronic signal for the bank machine to operate. Presto! She goes to the mall with a tingle between her legs and a sly smile on her face. You get a larger bank account and a much smaller cock with fresh blood coursing through it." "I'm impressed, Mel. You really put the relations in customer relations." "Speaking of custom, your custom molded raincoats should be here soon, and you can try one on and model it for me." As if on command, the intercom buzzed. She gave my balls a final bounce, kissed my cock, and answered the intercom. "Your package has arrived, Ms. McCoy." "Okay Jimmy. Put the phones on VoiceMail and bring it to the door. I'll meet you there." She crossed to the door, unlocked it, and because I was nude, opened it just enough to let Jimmy slip through. She re-locked the door, put the package down, and motioned him to the side of her desk. Jimmy didn't seem surprised to see me naked. He probably knew all about the new service. He gave my equipment the usual furtive glance and awaited his boss's next command. No doubt, having sized me up, he felt better about himself. "Take off your clothes, Jimmy. I want to conduct a little experiment." He did as ordered, finally draping his boxer shorts on the back of the side chair. My cock had relaxed and shrunk to about two and a half inches, with the skin slipping down and covering most of the head. Jimmy was also limp and as we checked each other out, he had that smug look I'd seen a thousand times at urinals and in locker rooms and communal showers. Mel took her tape measure and sized along the front of his cock. "Let's see, four inches. Is that as small as it gets?" Jimmy nodded slowly. "Well, Dick here can shrink his down to an inch and three quarters." As she said this, she glanced at both of us to see where we were looking, and for changes in our expressions. Jimmy glanced at my cock, then back at her with a smirk. She turned him side to me to give me a good view. Still kneeling in front of him, Mel grasped his shaft and brought it to her lips. She licked the head all over, slid it into her mouth, and alternately sucked and tongued him. Jimmy's cock stiffened quickly and Mel fisted his shaft and jacked him while slipping his cockhead in and out of her mouth, using her lips as a substitute cunt. His full erection stood up at a sharp, youthful angle. He was cut and his dark pink cockhead was about he same width as his white shaft. He was longer and thinner than me. Mel measured his hard on. "About six and a half inches along the top and three inches around. That's pretty good, Jimmy. From four inches to six and a half is a sixty per cent increase in length." She pointed to me, and in a lilting voice, teased, "Now Dick here, can change from an inch and three quarters to five and three quarters; an amazing three hundred per cent increase. And he swells to almost six inches of thick, cunt stretching cock. Watching the cocksucking had made me hard and peeled me, displaying my flared cockhead. As Jimmy looked at my tools, his eyes widened and the smirk was gone. In contrast to his ruler straight, chalk white, all one girth cock, he now stared at a thick brown brother, big at the base, thinning slightly as it stretched skyward, and capped by a big purple mushroom, whose pleasure rim flared out wider than the shaft. Instead of being straight, my boy curved upward from the base, like the battering prow of an icebreaker. "Are those the biggest pair of balls you've ever seen, Jimmy?" Mel asked. He gulped and nodded. If he could've read my mind, he'd have known that was the one thing I envied about him. His set were about as big as pecans, riding high against the root of his cock; neat, compact, and as potent as my kiwis. "Okay, Jimmy. I was just having some fun with you boys." The mental comparison had made his cock hang down, half erect. "At First National Bank, everyone gets to have some fun. So, right this way." She grabbed his shaft and led him into the bank machine room. Mel left the door open so I could watch. She sat Jimmy on the bench, adjusting its height so his feet were flat on the floor. She spread his legs, knelt between them, and started to massage his little nuts. Mel pulled the back of her skirt up, turned her head, and winked at me. In the middle of her lovely, white butt, I could see her tiny asshole and her major pussy lips smiling at me. It took all my will power to keep my hand off my throbbing cock. I went to the door for a better view. Mel encased his shaft in her fist, jacking him as she sucked on his glans. Impetuous youth didn't last long. A low moan mixed with the slurping. She withdrew her head, but kept him trapped in her fist to aim him. Jimmy thrust against her fist, continuing to moan, and started shooting his cum. His first squirt was small, landing in Mel's waiting palm, about two inches from the mouth of his tube. Then his geyser became full blown. He shot six or seven thick, copious spumes, jetting half a foot before filling Mel's waiting mouth. He finished by pumping several more thick dollops of creamy semen into her palm. With his ejaculation down to a drip, she milked him in her fist for five minutes, licking and sucking his softening cockhead to get every last drop. She swallowed all his cum(none leaked out of the corners of her mouth!). I had no way of knowing how virile his sperm were, but I had been right to envy him. Though just one of my balls was over twice as big as both of his, Jimmy's thin, white penis could shoot enough cum to make the most seminiferous wild boar in the jungle closely guard his sows. Bank Dick Satisfied that she had milked out all his cum, Mel got up, pulled her skirt down, and retrieved Jimmy's clothes, dismissing him when he was dressed. She returned to her desk, still slurping cum from her palm. Smiling at me as she licked her fingers, she looked at my hard on, then got up quickly and knelt in front of me. A clear thread of precum hung from the lips of my cock, with a droplet at the end. Mel caught it with her tongue, then kneaded my cum hose, milking it from behind my balls all the way to the mouth, licking off the crystal pearls as she squeezed them out. * With Jimmy back at his post, we retired to the bank machine room. Melanie slit open the package with her thumb nail, removed one of the condoms, and held it up to the light. It was so clear you could have read through it. She tore off the wrapper and noticed I was limp. "Oh, that'll never do. I can't try his coat on him when he's being shy. I've got an idea." She had me lie on my back on the bench and straddled me with her pussy in my face. After I hadn't done anything about it for a few seconds, she asked, "What's the matter, not hungry?" "No, I'm always hungry for pussy. I'm just admiring the taco before eating out the salsa." Her pussy spread wide awaiting my tongue. A faint floral smell was overpowered by the exciting aroma of her sexual arousal. I pulled her to me and lightly licked her inner lips. Her outer lips swelled and darkened and a small bulge arose at the top of her pussy. I smiled, and used the tip of my tongue to gently massage the taut skin concealing her clit. Mel had a hard on. I lapped her freely flowing pussy juices, savoring the delicate, sea salt flavor. Pulling her closer, I slid my tongue into her cunt, exploring its velvety walls with the tip. I flexed my tongue muscle and pushed in as far as I could. I kissed her pussy as I fucked her with my tongue. She fucked me back, rolling her hips while riding my face and using my impaled tongue as a pivot. Her breathing became shallow as she grunted and softly moaned. I made my tongue as big and hard as I could and drove it up her cunt. I gently massaged her erection between my thumb and finger. She tensed and shouted, "Oh yes!" Her cunt gave my tongue firm squeezes as her hard cockette throbbed under my finger. She drenched my face with her cum and I lapped her pussy as her orgasm subsided. Melanie rolled off me and lay on her back, still panting. "Whew! That sure improved his posture." She propped up her head and gazed at my twitching erection. A steady stream of precum oozed out of its lips. As she spread my clear juice over the unsheathed head, she winked at me and asked, "Think we should get him even wetter?" Staying on her back, she scooted so that her head hung over the edge, giving me an open invitation to deep throat her. I got off the bench and stood ready. Mel pushed buttons and electric motors whirred until her mouth was at the right height. I straddled her head and she licked and kissed my pouch before sucking each of my balls into her mouth, treating them to a warm, gentle tongue massage. She took my shaft in hand and slipped my skin over the head, then peeled me with her lips as she slid my cock into her mouth, biting my cockhead gently as she teased it past her teeth. She curled her tongue around me and I slowly slid in and out, going deeper, until her lips hugged my trunk and my head slid into her throat. My pouch draped over her nose and I felt her tickle me with her eyelashes as my balls rolled against her eyes. From the way she timed her breathing between thrusts, I could tell she was an experienced cocksucker. And from the mmming sounds she made, she either liked to suck or was a good actress. I fucked her mouth in full, slow thrusts, feeling the roughness of her tongue before sliding into her silky throat. I like face fucking as foreplay, but prefer pussy for the finale. A gal's throat just can't give my cockhead the same hug as her tight cunt. I gave her one final deep stroke, then popped out. She got off the bench and knelt before me. "Now let's see how his raincoat fits." Mel slipped the condom over my dripping cockhead and rolled it down my shaft. The fit was so precise that it snapped behind the rim of my cockhead, conforming to my exact shape. The bottom was longer, reaching my balls without an extra rolled up two inches, like over the counter rubbers. By contrast, the bead around the base of my shaft was thread thin, almost invisible. A perfect fit. And best of all, it was perfectly clear. My cock looked naked and coatless. "Well, if it feels as good as it looks..., why no pouch at the tip?" Mel slapped my hard on, making it swell and even hurting a little. "Not in your job description. No need for a sperm reservoir. You're not allowed to come on customer time. Now let's see how it does feel." Saying that, Melanie got on her hands and knees, positioning herself for doggy stud while she did her banking. We adjusted the bench so that we could fuck with my knees either locked or slightly bent and I could use my large leg muscles to thrust. Her pussy was still wet, so I slid between her lips, lubing my new, plastic coat. My cock found the mouth of her cunt and I pushed the head in halfway, then slowly, but firmly, stretched her until all my cockhead was inside. I like to come as much as anyone, but there's something about entering a new cunt for the first time that really gives me a buzz. I stroked deeper, filling her with all I had, my balls against her pussy, while we both savored the feeling. She turned on the TV, but the screen stayed blank except for a small clock in the corner with a digital hand that circled the face once per second. "Okay, let's make sure all the equipment works," Mel said. "See the little clock in the corner of the screen?" "Yes, I see it." "I want you to start fucking me at four seconds per stroke until I tell you to stop." After a few thrusts, I got the rhythm down so that I was taking two seconds to pull out to where just my cockhead remained in her, and two seconds to slide my whole shaft back in. I could do this for an hour; much too slow to make me come. Mel played with the TV controls, changing the picture. It showed a side shot of us fucking. She then switched it to an overhead shot, then a frontal. After she pushed another button, the picture changed to a shot from below showing the entire length of my bulging sperm tube every four seconds, my balls swinging slowly. The next image showed Mel's bare feet with me standing between them, my butt muscles flexing every four seconds as I filled her cunt. "The TV seems to work okay. Let's make sure the cash machine works. Increase your speed to two seconds before we both fall asleep," Mel ordered as she played with the keys of the cash machine. After a couple of minutes, she said, "Increase your speed to one second." She had set the TV to surf the various cameras. When the frontal shot appeared, her eyes were closed, concentrating. "Increase your speed to two fucks per second and fuck me hard until I reach under and touch your balls, then lightly massage the skin covering my clit and make me come." This was my favorite fucking speed, so I had to control myself and keep my sperm in my balls to get this job. The TV stopped surfing and displayed a rear shot, zoomed to a close up. It looked like a thirty five inch screen, filled with an image of the back of my balls. I'd never seen them in such detail, so highly enlarged. I keep the hair trimmed and they looked like two big melons in a brown, leather bag. When I rammed, they bounced against her pussy and my swollen sperm tubes bulged out the back of my bag. Melanie started breathing faster, then moaning softly. A giant hand appeared on the screen with the middle finger extended, as if she were flipping me off. She pushed her finger up between my balls and a well manicured nail tickled the ridge of skin between my balls and asshole, making my cock even harder. Having signaled me, she withdrew her hand to brace herself. I reached under and felt my cock slipping in and out against the front of her cunt. Her pussy juice had soaked the front of my balls. I wet my fingertips and rubbed them in her pussy. Her outer lips were swollen and felt like little sausages. Her clit felt big and hard. I gently drew small circles on her tight clit cover while giving her cunt a hard fucking. Suddenly she screamed, "Oh-h...", followed by a series of high pitched cries. Her clit throbbed against my fingertip as her cunt squeezed my cock. As her cries and contractions subsided, the cash machine beeped and spit out $20. "Whew!" Melanie gasped. "I like your cock even better than your tongue." When she'd caught her breath, she dismounted and knelt to snap the necklace around the top of my pouch. Her cum dripped off my balls. After examining my condom for holes and tears and finding none, she got back in position on the bench. Her pussy had that well fucked look, and I easily slipped back into her cunt, asking, "What speed?" "Build up to two thrusts per second to start." After a few moments, I was fucking her at my former pace. Mel punched buttons on the cash machine. "Now I want you to fuck me as fast and hard as you can. See if you can do it for five minutes. If you make it that long, when the stop watch on the screen reaches zero, ram your cock in all the way and stay there." I had her lower the bench so I could use my legs and save my back. To keep from popping out, I kept my entire cockhead in when I pulled out. I rammed her with fast, hard thrusts. When I reached three fucks per second, she started the clock. Before two minutes had passed, my back and leg muscles started to burn. The TV shot hadn't changed and my balls bounced off her pussy in a blur. As three minutes clicked by, I knew I'd never make it. My muscle burn was turning to pain. But then I saw the second reason for this exercise. Little Melanie was quite the kegel athlete. She gradually tightened her cunt around my cock, trying to make me come. She achieved the opposite effect, pissing me off. I pounded my cock and balls into her pussy so hard that I had to hold her ass to keep from lifting her off the bench. Her cunt squeezed me so tightly, I thought for sure she'd pull off the condom, but it stayed on. Ignoring the pain, I pounded her relentlessly. Lucky for her that I had a short cock and was doing doggy. If I had her on her back with her legs up, even my almost six inches would have battered her cervix. The clock finally reached zero and I thrust in and stopped fucking, gasping, my heart hammering. The necklace worked and the machine beeped and spit out another $20. Mel removed the bracelet and said, "Great control. You're hired. Your first customer will be here at 9AM. Remember, no fucking nor masturbating tonight. After all your customers are satisfied with their banking experience tomorrow, we'll have to think of a fun way to unload these poor babies." As she said this, she gently massaged the swollen sperm tubes on the back of my balls. My erection hung down and she peeled off the condom, holding it up to the light. Satisfied, she dropped it and massaged my balls while she sucked my cock. I asked her, "Does it taste like rubber or plastic?" She smiled up at me, responding, "Tastes more like fresh penis. Sorry, I just couldn't resist." * The next morning, my first client was Sally, who turned out to be Mel's luncheon friend. We met in the banking room, wearing white, terry cloth robes. We slipped them off and surveyed each other's nudity. Sally looked like she was in her early twenties, about five two, with the body of a centerfold model. Her pelvis was broad for baby making and she had large, round tits with silver dollar sized, brown moons, with flattened nipples in their centers. Shoulder length blond hair framed her symmetrical, high cheekboned face. Big, brown eyes bracketed her straight, medium sized nose. In two words, she looked "well tended". Except for where her bikini covered her tits and ass, she was deeply tanned. Her finger and toe nails looked professionally maintained and she wore a multi-carat diamond on her ring finger. She noticed me looking at the ring. "Wondering why hubby can't take care of this for me?" I wasn't really, but I played along. She seemed to want to explain. "Just a guess, he doesn't like doggy?" "Oh no, he loves it, but there are two problems. He likes it so much, he can't control himself and loses his load in less than five minutes." "And the second problem?" "Well, he's got a seven inch dick and he gets so excited that it feels like he's drilling for China, and he pounds hell out my cervix." As she explained, she looked at my completely limp penis and smiled. "We shouldn't have that problem with this little guy. Mel told me he triples in size. Come here and let's get him hard so I can hug him with my pussy." I took her in my arms and kissed her lips. Sally had thick, full lips and a strong tongue. I'd bet she could really suck cock and that she had a big pussy to match her mouth. I kissed my way down her neck to her chest and held her tits in my hands as I suckled her nipples, getting them aroused and erect. My cock stiffened and rose up between her legs, throbbing against her pussy. She trapped it between her thighs and reached under my ass and massaged my balls with one hand while working on my buttocks with the other. "I'll bet you can give a girl a really hard fucking with this tight, little ass. And Mel didn't exaggerate. You're hung with a mighty pair of nuts." She rolled them around in my bag and against the bottom of my shaft. I mumbled around a mouthful of swollen nipple, "And you're racked with a mighty pair of melons." "Ha! They should be. They sure cost me enough!" Breaking her embrace and stepping back, Sally stared at my hard on. My arousal had partially pulled back my skin, exposing the tip of the head, with precum dripping generously from the lips. "This will be a new experience for me." "Oh? How's that?" She wrapped her fingers around my shaft. "Until now, I've only had kosher wieners. Let me see how one with a full casing tastes." She dropped to her knees and skinned my cockhead with her lips as she slipped it into her mouth. I was right about her being a skilled cocksucker. Jacking my shaft in her fist, she held my cockhead in her mouth with her lips, alternately flicking my cord with the tip of her tongue, then butterflying across the top. Working my balls in her other hand, she must have felt them climb up against my crotch, and knew she was about to get a mouthful of cum. Sensing I was almost over the top, she slipped me out, but continued to slowly rub my skin back and forth over the head. Smart girl. "So how do you like a wiener with a full casing?" "I like playing with it. I'll bet it makes jacking off a lot of fun. And I love how the peeled head feels in my mouth; so soft. Anyway, the picnic doesn't have to be over. I've had my hot dog. Think you might have an appetite for fillet of pussy?" I answered by lifting her and laying her on her back on the bench. Adjusting it to the right height and getting on my knees, I held her legs up and apart with my shoulders and linged her cunny. I had guessed right. She had a large pussy. A thick, black bush grew on her mons, but she kept the business end shaved. I thought her major lips were already aroused, but as I lapped her slit, they doubled in thickness and darkened. When I licked them, they felt hard, and each looked as big as two of my fingers. Then I saw something I'd never seen on a woman. The junction at the top of her pussy swelled and her clit snaked out from under its cover, getting longer and thicker as it rose to an erection, looking like a little cock, not as dark as her outer lips, and about as big as her little finger. "Well, you're the best hung girl I've ever had. Just as my head skin was a first for you, yours is the first clit I've ever seen that comes out and wants to play. May I suck her, or is she too sensitive?" "It's okay as long as you are very gentle. Finger fuck me if you want me to come. It won't spoil my doggy banking. When I'm lucky enough to find a guy who can hold his cream, I usually come five or six times before draining his balls." I slid my middle finger up her cunt and wrapped my lips around her twitching clit. I licked her hard on all over and slipped it in and out of my lips. "You can be a firmer on the clit action, but you'll have to do better with your hand. I don't want to be fist fucked, but I like three fingers." I slipped her two more fingers and tightened my lips on her clit. After eating her for a few minutes, her hips started gyrating as she thrust against my mouth. Her clit grew bigger and harder against my tongue. Then she went ridged and her stomach muscles knotted. Her clit throbbed in my mouth and her cunt clasped tightly around my fingers. I gently licked the cum from between her pussy lips as I watched her clit disgorge and slip shyly back under its cover. My cock had leaked a small pool of precum on the floor. I wondered if I'd have enough to last all day. "That was a nice bonus. I owe you one. You sucked my clit just right. Now, let's see if you're a poon hound, who knows how to service a bitch." Sally rolled a condom down my cock and snapped the bracelet around my balls. She turned over and got in her doggy position, her knees at about shoulder width for firm support. Her well muscled, tanned thighs supported her broad, white ass, and her aroused pussy smiled at me, demanding service. The eye candy made me as hard and big as I could get. Looking over her shoulder, she said, "Put just your cockhead in my cunt. I want to show off." Sure, the customer is always right. I stretched her cunt entrance and pushed until my head was completely in. Her cunt muscles tightened and she milked me, gradually pulling my entire shaft up her cunt until my balls rested against her pussy. I was curious, "Is that a natural talent or do you practice?" "I learned it in college. We used to have cucumber parties. There was a Chinese girl in my dorm who could pull a Bic ballpoint up her cunt. The smallest I can snake is the big end of a Hi-Liter. You're nice and thick; piece of cake. Anyway, I'm done showing off. Time for you to earn your money. Doggy fuck me!" I fucked her in slow, steady strokes, leaving my head in when I pulled out, and bouncing my balls on her aroused pussy when I gave her all my shaft. Her cunt fucked me in return, squeezing me powerfully as I pulled out. Such talent might have pulled off a drugstore condom, but my custom raincoat wrapped me tightly and stayed in place. I built up speed and fucked her hard. She stopped the cunt action and fucked me back with her ass. We varied our speed, fucking slowly, building speed, then slowing, and repeating the cycle. The picture on the TV screen was from the front, showing Sally's closed eyes above lips drawn into a smile. Her big, white tits swung back and forth as she fucked me. Her brown nipples had grown as big as my thumb tip. Between her legs, my balls swung under her bush. We fucked until we were both panting and sheened in sweat. Sally entered an amount in the cash machine, signaling me that she wanted to come. I rubbed my fingers in her pussy juice and gently slid them around her remarkable clit, hard again as when I ate her. Staying in deep, I gave her short hard thrusts. Her whole body shook as she spasmed. Her orgasm took control, convulsing her abdomen. I felt her cockette jerk between my fingers, as if it were trying to shoot cum, while her cunt worked my cock like a hydraulic vise. This orgasm felt longer and harder than when I had licked her. When her contractions had subsided, I gave her all my cock and rested my balls against her pussy. After five seconds, the cash machine beeped. I pulled out my erection and she flipped over on her back, panting, with her eyes still closed and a smile on her lips. Her pussy looked happy, spread open, still swollen, her cunt dilated to my cock size, and drenched with her cum. I lapped up her salty pussy juice. Bank Dick Breathing normally again, Sally sat on the edge of the bench and rolled the coat off my partial hard on. Still fascinated by my head skin, she jacked me in and out of it, then knelt and licked her cum off the front of my pouch while massaging the backs of my balls. "You're worth your stud fee. That was one of the hardest orgasms I've ever had." She pulled my bag up and wrapped her lips around my sperm tubes, gently licking them. "It's gonna be some flood when you empty these boys." As she picked up her robe to go get dressed, she squeezed my cock one last time, winked at me, and smiled coyly, "See you later." * My eleven o'clock was Monique, an exotic looking beauty, about six feet tall. She was mostly African, but mixed with some Caucasian. I had fucked black girls, but never one this tall. Tallish white girls tended to have tight cunts in my experience, and my curiosity about her secret place gave me a full hard on. Her head and legs were cleanly shaved and large, gold hoops dangled from her ears. She smelled wonderful and I told her so. "It's a body wash called Island Breeze, mon." Ah, so an island girl from the Caribbean. She slipped my cockhead in and out of its skin with one hand while massaging my balls with the other. "Big coconuts, full of milk, and your banana still has its peel." She spoke with a lilt and big came out as beeg, and its as eets. "He's nice and hard. Come put him in my honey pot, " she invited as she climbed on the bench. Monique's tits were average and sagged a little too much for my taste, but she made up for it with a big, round ass. Ironically, despite being hairless elsewhere, she wore a full mane between her legs. Too bad. Black girls have such beautiful, dark purple pussies. I lowered the bench to the right height and rolled a condom down my erection. Parting her thick hedge with my fingers to keep from pulling her hairs in with me, my cockhead found the mouth of her cunt. Her pot flowed with honey and I slipped in easily. I fed her my shaft until she was taking it all and my balls nested in her bush. She wasn't as tight as a tall white girl, but still plenty tight enough to give my cock a nice, firm fucking. On her questionnaire she'd written that she liked it fast and hard, and that's what she'd get. I thrust into her slowly, but firmly to begin. She looked over her shoulder and smiled, "He's nice and hard and makes me feel full. Now, fuck me hard, mon." Taking a firm grip on the big, brown orbs of her ass, I gave her full, hard thrusts, building up speed until she got two to three fucks per second. She fucked back at me with her big, brown butt, getting more and more vocal as her orgasm built. "Fuck me, mon, fuck me! Faster! Harder!". I kept filling her as fast and hard as I could. She screamed, "Ohh...Monn.." and trembled. I gave her my entire length and stayed in. Her cunt squeezed my cock powerfully at first, gradually tapering off as she milked me about a dozen times. As her orgasm took control, she kept up the oh monning until her cunt finally relaxed. The cash machine beeped and dispensed her withdrawal and I withdrew my erection from her bushy pussy. Monique was a juicy girl. Her plentiful cum matted her pussy hair and dripped off my steaming cock. * "Wanna hear my definition of irony?" My boss was treating me to lunch at a nearby oyster bar. We were eating spinach salads and splitting an order of raw oysters on the half shell. Melanie chewed and savored her oysters before swallowing them. "Sure, tell me." "A woman goes out to dinner with a man she supposedly loves. He takes her to a place like this. Before they leave, she smokes half a pack of butts and swallows a dozen raw oysters. Later when they have sex, she refuses to go down on him because she's afraid he'll come in her mouth, and the taste of a man's semen grosses her out." She smiled as she worked an oyster around with her tongue. It reminded me of how she had enjoyed her receptionist's cum. "And I'll bet you don't have an ironic taste bud in your mouth?" "How right you are. They taste the same to me. The only difference is that the cream from a guy's balls is hot instead of cold like these raw oysters. But since I'm deducting this lunch from my taxes, we need to discuss this afternoon's business. I have a one o'clock and a three o'clock session scheduled for you. The first is with an old college friend of Sally's. She has some special requests, which I'll let her surprise you with. Do whatever she wants. You have my approval and I'm sure you'll approve of her demands." Her smile faded as she continued, "The three o'clock is with two dykes. Hear me out before you say yes or no. They want you to fuck one of them while the other one fucks you up your ass. The one on the receiving end has never had a flesh and blood cock in her and she's curious. Her lover wants to bugger you so she can participate and feel like she's fucking her partner through you. They'll pay $500. Are you game?" I thought it over a couple of minutes as I finished the last leaves of my salad. "The biggest thing I've ever had shoved up my ass is my doctor's finger during my prostate exam, and she has small hands." "She doesn't want to hurt you. You get to choose the dildo." As she said this, she opened a small case that I'd been curious about, since she'd brought it in addition to her purse. We were in a booth and she opened it next to the wall away from prying eyes. I scooted toward the wall and gazed at the selection. There were six dildos neatly arrayed on a velvet tray. The biggest looked like a twelve incher, ebony, and twice as thick as my erection. I definitely wanted no part of that. "See anything you like?" I pointed to the biggest one I thought I'd be comfortable with, "How about that one?" I thought the color was apt. It was shit brown, three to four inches long, less than an inch wide, and molded with a head at the tip to resemble a real cock. It curved downward and was made of hard rubber. The case also contained a tube of personal lubricant, which I tapped with my finger as I said, "If she'll use plenty of this, I think I can handle that little guy." Mel seemed relieved that I'd consented. I didn't say as much, but I thought it might be fun. As long as there's no pain involved, I'm usually open to new experiences. She paid the check and we returned to work. * After my mandatory, between-clients shower, I donned my robe and went to meet my one o'clock. A new piece of furniture had been added to the banking room; an armless lounge chair. My customer went by Christine. Instead of being robed like me, she wore a halter top, denim shorts, and sandals. She looked Chinese, with a very pretty face framed by long, luxuriant, black hair that Asian girls are blessed with. She stood five feet tall or less, slim and athletic. Looking me directly in the eye, she untied my robe and said, "Let's see if Sally was telling me the truth." After removing my robe, she dropped in front of me and took my resting penis into her mouth while she felt my testicles. Her tongue pushed my skin back, and in a few seconds my cock hardened to full size in her mouth. Still rubbing my scrotal sack in her left hand, she slipped me from her lips and wrapped her other hand around my erection. Smiling up at me, she cooed, "Sally gave it to me straight. You're thick and hung with big balls, just what I'm looking for." Christine picked up my robe and stood. After fishing a one hundred dollar bill from the back pocket of her shorts and stuffing the bill into my robe pocket, she draped the robe on the banking bench and undressed. Her body looked as gorgeous as her face. Her tits were so small as to be practically vestigial, resembling shallow cones with dark brown, quarter sized aureoles with little erect buds in their centers. Christine's small, slim body looked almost childlike except for her wide, womanly hips. Admiring her stunning beauty caused precum to seep from my cock. Noticing her effect on me, she remarked, "Ah, your little head likes me so much, he's crying for joy." I expected her to get on the bench and have me give her doggy, but she pushed me toward the lounge chair. "Lie on your back. After I suck your cock, I'm gonna fuck the brains out of your little head." We reclined the chair to horizontal and I lay on my back. Christine mounted me in sixty nine position, and I felt her fist encase my shaft and her hot mouth sucking my cockhead. Her pussy spread open over my face. Instead of the usual kinky sex hair, fine, straight, black silk covered her mound. Her brown pucker was hairless and her pussy had mere wisps along its sides. Like the rest of her, her pretty pussy resembled a small, pink flower. I spread her petals and tasted her nectar, which flowed freely, telling me Christine was a girl who liked to suck cock. I lapped between her pussy lips and found her cunt. Its mouth felt as big as my little finger and I opened her tiny pleasure treasure with the tip of my tongue. Her muscles rippled as she pulled my tongue up into her cunt. I was in luv. I found her clit an lightly touched its cover. It felt small and hard, and apparently very sensitive. She quit sucking my cock and shuddered. She didn't cry out, but her erect clit pulsed as her cunt gave my tongue an athletic, French kiss. After her orgasm had subsided, she dismounted and lay on me, trapping my erection between our bodies while she kissed me and whispered in my ear, "Now I'll tell you what I'm going to do to you. First, I'm gonna ride you until I come about five more times. That's six for $20. That's one thing I'm paying you for; sexual stamina. You see, I usually only fuck Asian boys. And, at least the ones I've had, have skinny, little dicks, and they are selfish. They're only interested in themselves. If I get to come at all, it's only once, and I like to come a bunch. When my pal, Sally, told me that you had a thick cock and knew how to give a girl a nice, long fucking, she got my attention. When she described your big, full balls, well, that was the clincher. Time to earn your fee." She sat up and straddled my hips, guiding my cockhead between her pussy lips until it pushed against her cunt mouth. Slowly, she sat down until my cockhead had spread her open and rested in her hot cunt. I'd never felt a cunt this tight, and it got even more interesting as she flexed her talented muscles and pulled me into her. When she finally sat on my balls, and her cunt was stretched to my size, she started to ride me in slow, full gallops. I sat up and sucked her little tits. After only a couple of minutes, she sat on me hard and ground her clit against me as she convulsed in a long, hard orgasm. When she'd stopped shaking, she said, "Whew! Those two took the edge off. Now, let's do some serious fucking." Her cum kept us plenty wet and lubed. She lifted up and starting fucking me again. She rode me for about a half an hour, starting slowly and then fucking me hard and fast. She came four more times, grinding her pussy into me and squeezing me in her cunt. The last come took a good fifteen minutes for her to build, and when it had ebbed, she kept me all the way in and lay on me, nibbling on my earlobe and whispering, "You didn't ask me why I didn't make you wear a rubber." It had crossed my mind, but I was having too much fun to bring it up. The heat of the moment. "You remember that I said your big, full balls were the clincher to make me part with $100 of my hard earned money?" I assumed this was a rhetorical question and waited for her to tell me more. "Well, the deal is, I've got one more orgasm in me and it's the biggest of all. I'm gonna empty those big balls you've got and when I feel your cock pump me full of sperm, I'm gonna milk you so hard you'll moo, while I have a brain buster orgasm." Christine pulled off me and reversed her riding position so I got to enjoy her lovely ass while she fucked me off. Watching my shaft slide in and out really primed my pump. She'd given my brain the green light so I could have come instantly, but I held back and enjoyed being fucked like a pro, except I was the pro in this case. She massaged my balls while she rode my cock. I let my mind go and concentrated on the hot, full feeling in my cock. A warm wave of pleasure rushed from my little head to my brain. The reason for her changing position now became apparent. She felt my balls climb up against my shaft, getting ready to mix their load of sperm into my cum. She sat hard and took all of me. I felt my cock explode and pump a week of stored up cum into the top of her cunt. I pumped at least a dozen times, and she sat still while she felt me fill her with hot, thick semen. Christine ground against me slowly, keeping her cunt filled with cock. I felt her lift up my balls. She fucked the skin of my sack against her clit and shuddered as she gave herself and orgasm. Her cunt milked my cock even harder than before, and I felt a light tickle on the tip of my cock as her cervix lapped up cum from the flooded pool at the end of her cunt. True to her word, the thought of my sperm filling her made her come even longer and harder than before. When she was over come, she swiveled on my cock to face me. I raised the chaise back and she straddled me. My erection began to soften, but she flexed her talented cunt and sealed my cream inside her. She nestled in my lap as we enjoyed a little post come kissing and cuddling. I whispered, "I'd like some more of that." "I've heard that one before. You fuck a Chinese girl and an hour later you're hard again," she replied coyly. "Will it cost me another $100?" "Let's make a trade. Your phone number for the $100 dollar bill in my robe pocket? How about it? Would you like more of me, too?" "Well yeah, you're my ideal man; thick, full, and long lasting. I can't marry you because you're not Chinese." She reached behind her and cupped my balls. "But let's call these your white man's burden, and I'd like to relieve them as often as you need it. So, I'll leave my phone number in your robe when I take back my money. But if you don't call me, I'll track you down, cut these off, and make pot stickers with them, or maybe cum bao. Don't make me have to decide." As she said this, she squeezed my balls. We were close enough that she could reach my robe without dismounting. She stretched back and retrieved her $100 bill from the pocket. I wondered what she was up to when she put it down between us and soaked it in her cum. After wadding it up into a compact ball, she released my cock and plugged her cunt with the wadded bill. "I want to feel full of your sperm for a little while longer. You can't object. After all, you gave them to me. Now they're mine." She smiled at me teasingly as she got dressed. Leaving her number in my robe pocket, she gave me the finger and said, "And you know I really mean it." She gave me a final, smiling wink and left. * I was kinda buzzed about my session with the dyke duo. Watching two girls going at it doesn't particularly float my boat, but supposedly a lot of guys really like it. Since I'd be an active participant in the lezbo fuck, well, that was an entirely different kettle of fish, or perhaps more accurately, pair of beavers. They met me in the banking room. When we were all nude, my fuckee turned out to be a small chick, closely resembling Winona Ryder, with small sagging tits and a slim body. Her lezzy lover was bigger, with a blocky body and thick legs. They both sported totally shaved pussies. They billed themselves as Celeste and Carla. Carla strapped on her tools. She wore the dildo I'd chosen. A pair of faux balls hung from nylon threads between her legs. They looked like golf balls; round and hard. Celeste got on the bench in doggy position. I lined up behind her and Carla positioned herself behind me. Carla lubed up her fake cock and applied a copious amount of lube around and in my anus. She braced herself and told me, "Okay boy, you get to befoul my beautiful Celeste, but first I'm going to make a woman out of you." I didn't have an erection yet, but when she slipped into my asshole and rubbed her faux dick across my prostate, I got a cock bursting hard on. I rolled on a rubber and donned my ball necklace and then slipped between Celeste's pussy lips and filled her cunt. She complimented me, "Oh, that's nice. You feel good." Carla didn't like this one bit and slammed her dildo up my ass. She fucked me hard, banging her hard, golf balls against mine, hurting them with each thrust. Her tool pressed down on my prostate, bringing me near the edge, so I concentrated on giving Celeste a good, hard fucking. When Celeste began to pant and sigh, Carla reached under us and fingered her clit, still banging my asshole with vigor. Celeste pulsed around my cock as she came. She was not noisy, but her whole body shook as her orgasm coursed through her. I finally slammed into her and the necklace signaled the machine to feed out cash. I pulled out of Celeste and Carla pulled out of my ass. Carla grabbed my balls and squeezed them painfully. "I oughta make you suck your own shit off my cock, you fucking male pig." Celeste hugged her and said, "Oh lighten up. That was nice and different, but I wasn't missing much. When you lick my clit, it's much, much yummier. Let's go home and fuck, okay?" Yikes! I counted my lucky stars that macho Carla was only packing a dildo and not a knife. Some people are dangerous. In the future, I'd have to be more careful where I put my dick. Words to live by. When I rolled off the rubber, a small quantity of cum was in the end. I guess my prostate enjoyed its dyke massage. * After taking a piss and showering again, I returned to my work station. Mel and Sally were nude and two fully dressed strangers accompanied them; a man and a woman. "This is my husband, Robert," Mel said. He had fair skin like his wife, but with sandy hair, which he wore banker short. He stood barely taller than Mel, maybe five-nine. Hubby looked like he kept himself in shape. He wore a close fitting, European style suit. His tight fitting trousers showed off an impressive bulge in the crotch. The woman looked about eighteen. She wore a pants suit and a name tag telling the world she was Angie. Mel directed, "Why don't you three lose the clothes and let's have some fun." We undressed. I was completely flaccid, my little penis hiding in its skin, giving the girls a good look at my balls. Robert had white skin and scant body hair. He kept his black bush trimmed and his balls looked almost hairless. Mel smiled at us checking each other out. The bulge in hubby's trousers was his dick. At first I thought he was partially erect, but looking at the tip proved me wrong. His foreskin completely covered the head with a small wad left over, showing he was completely relaxed. He was hung with about five inches at rest and looked as thick as my full erection. His white shaft matched his complexion. I noticed he had a birth mark on the side, oddly colored black, red, and brown. I thought it strange that he wore no underwear to rein in his big meat. As if she could read my mind, his wife said, "Yeah, he wears those tight pants so he can show off his big cock. Says it keeps the women employees motivated. We have a drawing every day, and after closing, the winner gets to fuck him. Angie is today's lucky girl. Who knows. He may be on to something. There may not be a dry pair of panties in the entire bank." She was right in at least one case. When Angie removed her pink, cotton panties, the crotch was soaked. She looked Italian, olive skin, small tits, about five-two, with a broad ass. Once nude, Angie lay on her back on the bench and spread her legs wide. Her pleasure palace was shaved except for a short, black bush on her mound. Her big, wet pussy asked to be fucked. Her outer lips were swollen with blood and looked like thick, purple snakes. Her erection formed a pecan sized bulge, its cover skin stretched drum tight. Pussy juice flowed down her crack, all prepared to lube a hot, hard cock. She was hung with a cunt that looked too big for me to properly service. The eye candy combined with the smell of her hot, young pussy made my cock fill to a full hard on. My swollen cockhead slipped back its skin and oozed precum as it pointed at the ceiling.