The vendo mentioned a price that was hardly ethical, but Austin ended up buying a full can anyway. He wasn’t fond of them, but he was pretty sure Stacy was.
Unaware that his perfect girlfriend was currently sucking on her favorite nuts — two fat ones — Austin patiently waited for the line to move.
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“Oh, what’s this?”
Warren removed his knackers from Stacy’s mouth with a pop as he held her chin. His hand rummaged through her bag and pulled out… a yellow plushie.
Stacy flinched.
Shit.
“This is the Bob-guy, right? I haven’t watched it, but it’s everywhere.”
“Austin, he… won me that,” she said almost defensively.
He tilted his head innocently. “Really, that’s… cute.”
Stacy hardly thought it was innocent, however. Because as soon as he said the sentence, Warren’s cock started uncontrollably twitching.
She knew the head tilt — along with the glint in his eyes. She grimaced. His switch was on.
“Can you put it back?” Stacy asked, almost with a begging tone.
“Why are you talking? Stick your tongue out.”
Stacy closed her mouth.
“I said,” his eyes turned cold as he stressed every word, “Stick. Your. Tongue. Out.”
Stacy, unable to resist him when he’s like this, slowly gave in and did as he ordered.
“Thank you, Stacy,” he said before slapping his fat cock-head on her tongue.
“Besides, why should we put this back? Alvin worked hard for this…. toy, didn’t he?”
Austin, she groaned. “His name’s Austin.”
But due to her stuck-out tongue, her words came out jumbled and incoherent — not that it mattered as he ignored her.
“So I think he deserves to be a little honored, yes? It needs to be looked at — properly. Keep sucking.”
Stacy parted her mouth and feasted on the head of his huge cock once again. She was only starting to warm up when Warren suddenly grabbed a handful of her hair and swung his hips forward, burying more than half of his cock on her tight throat.
Worse is when he held up the spotless plushie beside her struggling, actually gagging face and silently looked — like they both awaited his judgment.
“I’m sorry!” she said with a mouth full of cock. Stacy didn’t know why she was apologizing — her boyfriend had the right to give her a gift.
But she figured only an apology could satisfy the demon’s anger.
As if he heard her, she felt his sadistic eyes — the same set of eyes that looked so much like her boyfriend’s — leer at the sight of her.
Burning with lust, she averted her gaze from him and instead looked at the symbol of her date with Austin, the cute little plushie she was ecstatic to receive, witnessing her degradation.
Ridiculed. Mocked. Tainted — by the undeniable fact that she was right under another guy’s big cock, worshiping him with the entirety of her body.
This was so wrong.
She couldn’t hold back anymore; her hand quickly slid in between her legs.
Noticing her trembling body — and the way she was moaning with his cock in her mouth, Warren finally spoke, “You’re so heartless, Stace…”
For once, she agreed. She was heartless.
Here she was, on her knees, feeling it from having the prize her boyfriend won for her completely debased.
The same way she was.
“You’re a fucking pervert, Stace, but I love you anyway….”
He gently patted her head and continued, “Will he? If he knew what you were doing?”
Even Stacy couldn’t say for sure. Will Austin still love her if he knew she was this nasty — this perverted?
Her heart panged.
“I’m sure you love Alvin too. So right now, I need you to be a good girl, look at the prize he won for you, and answer me — do you think you deserve this?” he asked, raising the plushie.
She didn’t have enough sense to correct Warren over her boyfriend’s name anymore.
Instead, Stacy went cross-eyed, trying to turn her eyes towards the plushie’s direction in close proximity. Meanwhile, her lips refused to unwrap around the base of Warren’s cock.
She remembered Austin’s joy when he won the toy from the crane machine. The way his lips curled. The way he looked at her. She remembered every second of that moment like a picture perfect movie.
Even the feeling of her mouth as it moved to praise him.
But none of those praises were on her lips now. All that remained were the sounds of her worship and a fat cock shoved right between her ruby lips.
She was going to cum. Stacy could feel her brain starting to prepare for a spine-tingling orgasm.
The sight that pushed her off the edge was Warren smiling at her as he waved the plushie right in front of her face.
Stacy groaned, legs outrageously shaking as her fluids dripped on the floor.
It took a minute before her orgasm subsided. By the time she regained her senses, the plushie was already on the floor, partially drenched from her squirting as Warren’s dripping cock similarly wet her face, resting on top of it.
She took in his scent. Nothing felt better than inhaling the scent of the man who owned you.
“I don’t,” she answered.
As if she wanted to prove further that she didn’t deserve it, Stacy took out the condom she brought, ripped it open, placed it on her mouth, and wore it on her senior’s fat cock with a blowjob.
The man clicked his tongue. Still his favorite party trick of hers.
Unable to wait any longer, the sophomore got up, unknowingly stomping on the plushie she was so previously happy to accept as she leaned on the stall and arched her back.
“Fuck me already, Warr! P-please! Fuck me up, baby,” she begged, pushing her ass up towards him for easier access. At this point, she barely cared which hole he entered, as long as fucks her terribly hard.
Warren grinned. He spread her pussy lips apart and cursed under his breath. She was so freakishly wet that it started dripping on his fingers.
Not much for a waiting man, Warren entered her in one fell swoop as he held her waist.
Stacy unconsciously went cross-eyed, finally feeling the familiar shape of his cock stretch her out.
Her whole body was in bliss.
“God, you’re stupidly tight. You’re always this fucking tight after you spend time with him. Does it adjust itself automatically to his tiny dick?!” Warren derisively chortled in laughter.
Stacy gritted her teeth. “He’s… not… fuck…. tiny…!”
“You sure? Tell me, where does the kid reach when he fucks you?”
Warren pinched her clit before using a finger to trace half of his cock’s depth on her pussy.
“Right… here? Does he reach up till here?”
Stacy was losing her mind. She could feel the familiar tingle of an orgasm washing over her again. The constant bombardment of her pussy as well as Warren’s demeaning insults were overloading her with mind-numbing pleasure.
“N-no! He can’t reach there…! He…”
Stacy weakly led the man’s fingers and pushed.
“Here! He… he can only reach up to here — oh, craaap.”
“Fuck. If I had a dick this tiny, I would never leave the fucking house. Haha!”
Warren lifted her up until her toes could barely touch the ground and started pounding her.
Stacy’s eyes rolled up as she shook in delight. Warren was hitting all of her spots simultaneously; she couldn’t even hear what he was saying.
Lost in this passionate fucking, Stacy’s entire world spun. Her toes curled as she forgot where she was — or what she was doing prior to this.