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(EARLY DRAFT) - Pose
🕑 Added 2023-05-17 15:49:47 +0000 UTCHi all!
This one is only for Patron levels 2 and 3, early access to the draft for 'Pose'. Much of this (or all of it!) could be changed, and it may well contain mistakes/gaps etc.
Nonetheless, here is an early draft for some of the new story 'Pose'. In it, a young man waits for his first erotic photoshoot, but will find himself quite outmatched by his co-star...
Enjoy! - TSG123 x
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The photographer stared down at the digital camera, adjusting it so it was angled perfectly towards the black couch sitting in an empty white corner of the studio.
Phil watched from a small plastic chair next to the wall, fiddling with a hole in his jeans.
“So uh.. you been doing this long?”
The woman ignored him, something beeping on the camera as she wrinkled her nose.
She was sharp in body and mind, her eyebrows hawkish, figure stick-thin. Phil had barely got four words out of her.
“So uh…. Who will I be working with?”
“She iz coming.”
“Ah… right.”
The accent was French, but so far that was all he had guessed about her, and he decided he didn’t need to learn anything else. All Phil wanted to know was who he would be working with today.
He shifted on the cheap plastic chair behind the camera, placed in the part of the studio that was much more workman-like, cluttered with plywood, paint cans and half-finished props.
It felt crazy that he was even in this position to begin with; posing for an erotic shoot… his first.
Was this the tipping point to being a pornstar?
He glanced at the large halogen lights flooding the white corner of the studio with cold brightness, showing every groove and crease in the black leather couch.
It felt bare, and stark.
Exposed.
He bristled, fiddling with his robe and the long eyelashes that classmates had used to make fun of him for. Such pretty features were part of the reason he was getting such lucrative work, and Phil knew it.
Hey, uni isn’t cheap.
In terms of looks, Phil was touching 5’7, but his physique was healthy and slim enough that he apparently (according to his first photographer) possessed a ‘pleasant white-twink aesthetic.’)
The thought that someone somewhere wanted to see his naked body wierded him out sometimes, but for the money he was happy enough to let it happen. Especially for such easy work.
Get naked. Pose. Show them everything. Get paid.
But this time… This time was different.
His heart beat a little faster in his chest.
A partner.
Would she be tall? Short? Fun? Aloof?... A total bitch?
His imagination conjured up a stick-thin supermodel with a haughty expression that suggested everything around her smelt bad.
He pulled again at the hole in his jeans. Comfort was key, hence the shirt, hoody and comfortable dark boxers underneath. They would be fairly unimportant once the shoot got going.
He heard a car motor pulling up through the window.
Was that her?
He scratched short-shaven hair (the buzz cut had been at attempt to look a little more manly, but his friends had just laughed, and one of his lesbian friends even joked she would fuck him, ironically of course.).
The door banged open, rousing Phil from his thoughts.
“Ooooh I’m SO sorry, how is everybody?......”
Phil nearly fell off his chair at the most unique/eye-catching woman he had ever seen.
She stood at nearly 6’4, immediately banging her head on the door frame as she stooped to enter, shaking long platinum blond hair underneath a ridiculously wide-brimmed lilac hat complete with huge feather on top. Almost certainly fake breasts and huge butt-cheeks hit his eyes like gunshots, her chest so big that he couldn’t even guess at a cup size, jiggling in her dress as she ungainly hoisted herself into the room.
“OUCH… fuck that always hurts…”
Phil temporarily thought he was having some sort of fever dream as the giantess lingered briefly on the photographer who hadn’t said a word and simply continued with what she was doing, before turning to Phil. Her eyes seemed to sparkle, the edges of her mouth edging upwards.
“Welllll hello…”
Even looking into her face was an unsettling/eventful/uncompromising/insane/crazy/unusual/mind-bending prospect/experience
Her lips were huge, almost certainly botoxed, and her lashes thick, black and curled too, enough that they looked almost too heavy to blink. If that wasn’t outlandish enough, one side of her face bore a vine tattoo with red roses and thorns winding their way down to her neck and beyond, the blacks and reds contrasting with her milky white skin – she looked like epitome of a girl with daddy issues that Mothers warned their sons to stay the hell away from.
What caught him off guard however was the beaming smile that spread across her face as she eyed him up like a prize pig, and despite all the ‘enhanced’ features she still possessed an underlying beauty that money couldn’t buy…. In combination it was like someone had created a God-fearing father’s worst nightmare.
“Wellll HEL-LO….!”
“Uh.. hi…”
‘Who the hell is this?’
She was absolutely the opposite of what he had imagined.
“So, you’re my partner-in-crime today right?”
Her accent was English and well-spoken, although there was something subtly common about it, the ‘T’ in ‘Right’ forgotten, making it sound more like ‘rihe?’. Phil dimly recalling something about ‘Essex’ that he’d seen on some TV show somewhere…
“Uhh… yeah…”
His stare whipped from one eye-catching feature to the next, making him dizzy as she tottered on stillettos towards him until it almost felt like he was sitting under a cartoon character, her incredibly tight (and also Lilac) dress hugging huge breasts that smushed together like two spacehoppers aiming to take his head off, with an ass that rivalled a semi-truck. As she leaned in, a waft of expensive-smelling perfume bamboozled his nostrils with a rather acrid, yet oddly sweet smell.
“I’m Liza, call me Liz.. it’s SOOooo lovely to meet you, Phil right? (“uh yes-“) I’m sorry I’m late, traffic was awful, and well as you can see it’s not easy squeezing myself into a Mazda… My fault, I’m a sucker for pretty little things….”
The wide brimmed hat casting a shadow across him as she extended a hand down to Phil, whose body warmed from his core right out to his fingers and toes. Her handshake was strong, clasping him with taloned fingers, his hand lost within her palm.
“Speaking of pretty little things, you look lovely don’t you?…. You know, now I’ve seen you in the flesh, I know we’re going to have so much fun today.”
Phil let out a confused smile at the rapid-fire words coming from between the woman’s pristine white teeth as he continued to shake her hand, noticing the leaf and vine tattoos also wound their way all the way down her pale, smooth arms to the tips of her fingers.
“I-I ah…..”
For some reason he suddenly felt like he needed to swallow profusely, no longer sure if his legs were still working as the sheer presence of someone who truly filled the room with their both their presence and personality hit him. In terms of size alone she looked like a teacher standing in a first-grade classroom, all of the furniture, as well as Phil himself, hilariously child-like around her towering form.
He stammered out, “Wow, uh… good….good shake!”
Immediately her face switched to one of deep concern.
“Ooooh sorry, did I squeeze too hard?”
She put her other hand on his and rubbed it, softening her touch until she was almost caressing him, standing even closer to him which further drove home their height difference, her a good few feet clear, looking down upon him.
Her breasts were now manoeuvred into his face, a full horizon of cleavage presented with two smooth white mountains rising out of the front of the dress, screaming to be freed from their over-worked prison.
“I wouldn’t want to hurt you, we’ve got a few hours today so I think it’s probably best we don’t start off on the wrong foot…. Anything I can do for you? Back rub? massage?.... happy ending?”
She said it with a wink.
“Uhh…. It’s… it’s fine, just nice to meet you!”
“Oh I know, I’m just teasing!”
She bent over him, and the huge lips formed pockets of saliva on both cheeks as she kissed him unnecessarily long and wet. Phil felt a small strand of saliva from her mouth that was attached to his cheek break away and land fully on his chin as she did so.
“Mmmh….MMhh…. pleasure to meet you too.”
A voice came from across the room.
“You are ready?”
Phil jerked. He had forgotten completely about the photographer, too busy lost in the presence of a woman who seemed to be making his internal organs rearrange themselves in the wrong order, his heart and stomach switching places, chest expanding to try and get more calming oxygen into his body.
“Oh KATIE, it’s lovely to see you too….”
She laughed, a high-pitched titter at odds with her monstrous assets.
“Well I have to say, that you’ve made me feel outmatched… Katie LOOK at him, you’ve got the eye of an angel for finding such talent!”
‘Katie’ didn’t even register that she was being spoken to.
Liz turned and bent over so she was eye level with Phil again, and he tried and failed to avoid looking all the way down her cleavage, noticing a patch of sweat in the crevasse between them, feeling the warmth of her breath tickle his nose.
“Honestly, I feel SO bad for keeping you waiting… we’ll just pretend I was building your anticipation!”
“Uh.. yeah…”
Phil felt like he was struggling to keep up, heart hammering in his chest as she turned to the photographer and spoke louder.
“Katie! Do speak to me, how aaaaare you darling???! Oh pleeeease furnish us with a few words if you could?”
The woman sent back a clipped “Fine.”
“Fantastic!...”
She muttered to him, “… And that’s all the excitement we’ll be getting from her.”
He couldn’t help a chuckle, and then watched as she somehow squeezed herself into the chair beside him, making it look ludicrously small, glancing down at thighs that looked double the size of his own.
It was impossible not to appreciate her ass which was attempting to break the chair in multiple different ways, plus the incredibly long, thick leg which now was waving idly in the air, crossed in his direction so her stiletto extended out in front of him.
Phil was pretty sure she outmatched him in every department conceivable except looking natural. He didn’t know where not to look.
She fiddled with her handbag before pulling out some chewing gum and popping two in her mouth.
“Gum???”
“…Sure..”
She popped two into his hand.
“Just one thanks.”
“Take two, when we kiss you’ll enjoy it a whole lot more.”
“Oh… we’re going to… kiss?”
A note of excitement hit him. Whilst she wasn’t at all his type Liz was utterly unique, and she drew the eyes whether they wished to be drawn or not.
She creased her face in concern.
“OH… sorry, did you not want to!? That’s TOTALLY fine, I just… usually kiss all the other girls in my shoots… But then I’m naughty by nature!” she tittered.
“… Uh, right, no it’s fine!…. “
He paused before adding.
“…you think I’m a girl?”
She gave him a fawning look and placed a hand on his forearm, making him flinch.
“Oh Of COURSE not silly!… Give me a little credit, I’ve done some research… I saw some of your pictures in Craig’s portfolio!... Hot as hell…. I had to look over them a few times…”
She gave a perverted wink again.
“….. annnnd honey, just relax. I won’t bite…. Well, unless Katie asks me too and you’re okay with it, but I’m always gentle, I promise!”
‘She looked at my pictures? She… liked my pictures?...’
“Oh… it’s f-”
She seemed to read his face in a heartbeat.
“SORRY, was I rude to look at your pictures? (“uh, it’s fine, I-“) They’re soooo good…. I assumed you’d looked at me… if not I apologise, but I suppose you’ll get to see me soon anyway! Let it all hang out, etcetera! Sorry, did I interrupt you?”
“Ah…no.. no you didn’-.”
“Sorry… look, I’m a little energetic this morning….”
She took a deep breath, and for the first time spoke in a more measured way.
“..I saw your photos. They got me excited, but… I think that’s not a bad thing, right?”
Her eyes began to move up and down, scanning him.
He couldn’t help looking back sheepishly, still taking in this woman who seemed like the ultimate bodacious barbie doll had rolled through a tattoo parlour by accident, stopping by a toy shop on the way to collect some balloons for her front and back. Despite it all, it was hard not to enjoy her pure bottled positivity.
“Yeah… I think today’s going to be fun….”
Her beaming smile made him feel weightless.
“Great.. you’re totally right.. I think we’re going to kill it today.”
Phil smiled.
“Yeah… yeah me too.”
“Ve are ready.!
Phil jumped as he remembered that Katie was also there again, re-announcing her presence by snapping at them.
“Right you are darling!” said Liz with a smile, pushing off the chair which made a groaning, creaking sound like it had just had its spine broken.
“Oof… I never do well with furniture… always breaking the damn things…. Do I need the heels darling?”
Katie nodded.
“Damn, I was hoping to rest my feet, but style over comfort I suppose! Tell me Phil…”
She put an arm on his shoulder.
“…. How old are you?”
“Ah uh…. Twenty. Twenty one in June.”
She glowed.
“Ooooh that’s so cute. How old do you think I am?”
“AH uh…”
“You’d better answer smart here Philly,” she breathed.
Because of the fullness of her figure, the poufy lips, she seemed older, but it felt like her energy was youthful, and she retained prettiness underneath. But that tattoos….
Better to go young.
“Twenty-four?”
She smirked.
“Oh now you’re just being a simp…. Which I will take. I am thirty.”
“Cool… you look younger…”
“OHhhh simp harder for me!”
Something clogged Phil’s throat, and it felt like his blood had suddenly started flowing through his body faster than normal.
“Strip!” called Katie as she readied her camera.
Liz rolled her eyes, sighing theatrically.
“No rest for the wicked!”
Then she placed her hat carefully on the side, and pulled her dress off over her head in one fluid motion.
Phil, who was about to get out of his chair, fell back into it.
His eyes popped as he watched incredible lacy white underwear be revealed, almost see through with intricated designs which hugged so much fat and muscle, burgeoning under the weight of the humungous tits exploding from her slim body, and lost almost entirely inside the crevasse of her ass.
Now he could see the complete vine tattoos came to her whole right side, and spread across her chest, ending up to the nipples on her breast, and over to her left shoulder. To him, she seemed like a slutty angel, the white background adding to the effect, her skin clear and unblemished except for the black, red and dark green vines winding up her side, popping against the white canvas.
However, it was the object sticking out of her crotch that made him freeze.
Through white, crotchless panties, was hanging a thick, drooping cock.
His eyes bugged out. It was like a bulldog, the foreskin slightly wrinkled and hanging over the head, the pee-slit just barely visible.
“Hoh..”
‘It’s nearly reaching her knees….’
The exclamation left his mouth before he could take it back. Either Liz didn’t notice or she pretended not to, fiddling with the side of her panties.
‘Fuck.. if I had that cock… it’s got to be nine inches at least…’
It would have overshadowed everything else on a normal human being, but attached to Liz it was like a gigantic, throbbing nuclear missile on top of a cake, a threatening presence that now made Phil’s stomach shrivel.
Phil found himself unable to avoid stealing looks at the salami dangling between her legs, as if it would leap forwards and batter him to unconsciousness if he looked away.
“Uh… you…”
“Oh… sorry I’m not hard yet, honestly you’re making me a little nervous!”
He had to force words into his mouth.
“N.. no that’s fine… all good…”
‘She’s not even hard and she’s that big?’
It’s cool, I’ll just…. get myself going, unless you want to help which I’m TOTALLY fine with,” she laughed.
She wrapped a hand around her gigantic shaft.
“NO, no… that’s… you can do it,” he said, trying to smile, although the thickness and length of her dick was so eye-catching that he was having a hard time not being jealous comparing it to his own, even as his mouth was watering heavily.
‘She has a cock that women would lose their minds on, and mine is.. barely average… it’s not fair…’
“Hey… I’m feeling a bit lonesome… care to get out of those hot, silly clothes?” she said in a silly pornstar voice which made Phil chuckle, still nervously eyeing the thing she was now pumping slowly between her fingers.
*shhlick*
“Oh sure thing uh… ma’am.”
He fingered the waistband of his pants.
“See? Now you’re getting into it,” she grinned, winking at him, and despite his reservations he found himself slipping his clothes off more eagerly. When he had finished, it was only his boxers left.
A sharp voice came from the corner of the room.
“Strip!”
“Will you just let me do it!” he snapped back at Katie, who showed no discernible concern over his consternation, adjusting the camera a miniscule amount again.
“Just….”
A large hand came down on his shoulder.
“You okay?” said Liz.
“Yeah! Yeah….”
She leaned in.
“Hey… if it makes it any better, you’re already uh… helping me, if you know what I mean?”
He looked down at the cock which was hardening in her fingers, as she squeezed his shoulder.
“… but I could use a little extra… push…”
She winked/held his gaze whilst pumping her cock.
*shlick-shlick-shlick*
Phil suddenly felt a strong desire to be a good neighbour and help Liz get hard.
He gently pulled his boxers down, revealing a healthy five-inch penis, not large in girth or length, but what he hoped was adequate.
Liz stared at it for a long while.
“Mmmhhh.”
Phil shrivelled a little.
She grinned
“Hnn… It’s… beautiful…”
She stuck her tongue out.
“…almost as big as mine!”
He gave an embarrassed, emasculated laugh.
“Ha… y-yeah… almost….”
She eyed him with total, soul-deep hunger.
“It’s really turning me on.”
“Oh… g-great…”
Her fingers were digging into his shoulder know, the nails long and sharp.
“You know… what I really get off on is eye contact.”
Phil suddenly felt like he couldn’t move a single muscle in his body, her gaze boring into his soul, and he was sure she began pumping faster.
“U-uh-!”
His neck wrenched away, lip trembling.
*shlick-shlick-shlick*
The sounds were quite loud in his ear.
When he braved looking again she was stroking it, eyes roving up and down his body, and moaning, and Phil simply watched out of the corner of his eye as the huge woman pleasured herself, the cock rising on command. The hand released from his shoulder and came to cup one of her breasts, and she played with the nipple, thumbing around the edge of it, pushing against the lace bra before looking down and spitting a long line of drool down onto her cock.
She looked up and blushed, sucking a little back into her mouth.
“Oophh, sorry…. I’m a bit… dirty…. I’m just more comfortable to be open and relaxed… you know what I mean?”
“Uh, yeah, of course…”
“… want me to spit on yours?”
She spat on his before he could speak, and the warm gloop ran down his sides.
/“Ah n-no, I’m.. thanks..”
She looked at him, all the while gently pumping her cock which had risen to the point of looking like a small zeppelin, Phil’s stomach shrivelling so small it felt like he had a hole in his abdomen as he watched it grow like Liza was about to use it to knock down buildings on the end of a crane.
*shlick-shlick-schlick*
‘It’s fucking HUMUNGOUS...’
A mushroomed head began to emerged from under the foreskin, pulled back by the tautness of the shaft, and Phil, whimpered, beginning to sweat as the thing was fully revealed, like a pink torpedo about to detach and rocket across the room.
Warmth flowed south, and for some reason he found himself covering up a firm erection now pointing happily in the air in front of him.
“Hey are you dirty in bed? Sorry if that seems like a personal question but… you have the look of someone who knows how to get fucked, do you know what I mean?”
“Get fucked? Uh…”
Her expression loosened into one of shock.
“OH, you’re not a… a bottom? Oh my GOODNESS, haha, I’m so sorry, I had no idea!!!… Well, I bet the ladies love you anyway!”
Phil swallowed, shifting from foot to foot.
Her eyes seemed pretty interested in his ass.
‘That’s what she thinks I am… a bottom? She doesn’t think I’m manly enough to fuck people…’
“Huh.. something like that…”
Her look became sultry.
“Hey, listen… you’re the hottest guy I’ve ever worked with…”
Warmth collected in Phil’s groin as his cock throbbed.
“R-Really?”
“Oh hell yes…”
Liz’s eyes clamped to it.
“Oh… God stop it, or I’m gonna…Hnn….”
A small spurt of cum dribbled from her slit before her eyes bugged out.
“UH, sorry… that’s just.. so fucking hot… I gotta be honest, I like what I see..”
She gave a conniving smirk, eyeing his own mast rising up.
“Doesn’t seem like you’re complaining either?”
“No, no it’s fine….”
Blood was rushing through Phil’s ears, and somehow he just couldn’t stop staring at her.
Then she began to stare back (once more), and the silence was even more invasive, punctuated only by the loud *schlick-schlick-shlicks*, her huge, thick lashes making her eyes look far bigger, two amber headlights that were having a head-on collision course with the rabbit that was Phil, rooted in place.
‘She gets off on eye contact…’
She let out a whimper, pursing those huge lips.
“Uhn….”
His brain was getting hot…. Was that normal?....
An ooze began to emerge from her slit, and he watched, riveted, as it dripped down, still connected by a long tendril to her cock, before pooling on the floor in slow motion.
It looked like a half of his full load, yet it must only have been pre-cum…
‘That’s… inhuman..’
He whimpered as another dollop merged with the first, spreading it a little on the floor.
*CLICK*
Phil jerked as the camera shutter went off, and he turned to see Katie aiming it straight at Liz’s cock, following the long tendrils as they wove towards the floor, before nodding, satisfied.
“We are ready.”
Katie’s voice was sharp and unpleasant in Phil’s ear as she walked up to the pair of them.
“Boy, come here and kneel.”
His cheeks flushed at being called ‘boy’, but he decided it wasn’t important, and he didn’t need to talk to this woman any more than necessary as long as he did what was asked.
He walked over to his mark, and Liz joined him, both of them front on.
Kate’s voice was sharp in his ear.
“Step forward.” //Kneel down.
He looked down and whimpered.
It seemed like she had asked him to approach a tiger, the same fear in his eyes as his ancestors on the great plains when they saw a strong, hungry predator, except this was a hard, throbbing, veiny cock hungering for his body-heat.
Liz reached out and touched his face, and for a moment it felt like he had been plugged into the mains, more scared than he had been at almost any other time in his life… and then she stroked his cheek, and everything else fell away.
“You… okay?”
“… Yeah….”
His knees began to bend.
He knelt down, and as soon as his face entered the same zone as her crotch, suddenly his nose was invaded with a scent so masculine and pungent that his eyes watered.
“Ooh… sorry, it’s pretty full-on!” apologised Liza.
He could barely see straight, the brutal tang of cum and cock ripe in his nostrils, making him shiver with ill-disguised unease.
*CLICK*
This was not what Phil had signed up for.
‘Having a cock pointed straight in my face?’
*CLICK*
He tried to avoid looking at it.
“So uh… do we just-“
Katie snapped out a retort.
“FOCUS.”
Phil shut his mouth with a reluctant click of his teeth.
*CLICK*
“You smile,” she ordered.
Phil grunted and forced a smile, but as the camera clicked, Liza muttered something at him whilst remaining stock still.
“Areyoutiklish.”
“Huh?”
“I said are, you, ticklish?”
He paused.
“Ah… nn..No… HMMmM!”
He jerked as she tickled a finger on his neck, making him chuckle, jerking slightly.
He thought Katie would shout again, but she immediately began snapping pictures.
*CLICK-CLICK-CLICK*
When he looked up at Liza with an annoyed smile, the cock patted against the side of his face, and she grinned.
*CLICK-CLICK-CLICK*
“Oh I have to say you look fucking delightful nuzzling my cock.”
He couldn’t help but let out an emasculated, nervous laugh.
“Haha… well… you looked really nice until you started threatening to beat me to death with a meat hammer.”
“Oooh haha oh honey/sugar,” she enthused, “I reckon I could absolutely bash your brains out with this…”
She dropped her cock on his head as if to playfully confirm her point, and he gasped as a dull *thud* made his head jerk downwards, and then something warm trickled down the back of his neck.
“OOF!”
He put his hands up defensively.
“OHHH I’m so sorry… I was just joking!....”
*CLICK*
“Ohh.. C-can you STOP taking photos whilst-“
*CLICK*
“- I’m trying t-“
*CLICK*
Phil’s breath caught in his mouth/lungs as she began to rub the cock across his shoulder, using his other for support, the thing sliding against his neck, able to feel the tendons like steel.
“Y… you don’t mind if I keep myself at full mast like this do you?”
“No… it’s fine,” he whispered, trying not to look right where that utter monster was sliding backwards and forwards against his skin like a snake about to wrap around his neck and throttle him, “..part of the job.. r-right?...”
*CLICK*
He whimpered as he felt the thing pulse right next to his face. It felt hot, like some sort of battery or generator.
Katie leaned from behind the camera, her expression sharp.
“Put your mouth on eet.”
Phil snorted.
“Hn.. what?”
“Your mouth, on ze cock.”
“Wh.. I didn’t…”
“You said you do porn in email, right?”
Phil’s lip wobbled.
“I… said I did regular porn. This is… This is different…”
As he said it, he couldn’t help an embarrassed glance up at Liz, who incredibly furnished him with an understanding smile.
“Oh don’t worry sweet-cheeks, it’s a lot to process for first-timers…”
She removed the cock from his shoulder, and he breathed a sigh of relief.
Katie did not share their understanding. The woman’s face became very ugly, and she sniffed, lowering the camera.
“We not continue.”
“Does… does that mean we don’t get paid?”
The woman snorted, and continued to turn away.
He made to stand up, but then a long, purple nail grazed Phil’s chin, bringing his gaze upwards.
What he saw was a kind, warm expression on Liza’s face.
“Honey.. I don’t want to ask you to do anything you don’t want to.”
He melted a little as she stroked her long-nailed hand up and down his cheek.
“… But maybe…”
She bit her lip, nostrils flaring.
“…. You’d make me the happiest girl in the world for two minutes if you did this… Just put your lips on it… just this once.”
She winked.
“I won’t tell anyone… just imagine you’re sucking on a lollipop, and it’ll be over before you know it. Hell I’ll buy you a beer after!… I hope you don’t mind if I just have a wine though, I can only drink beer if it means getting hammered.”
Phil turned this over in his head, still on his knees.
‘That… doesn’t sound unfun….’
“… I… Guess.….. that sounds fun..…”
He managed a small smile.
“… and you better have that beer ready, because you drive a hard bargain.”
She cocked her head.
“That’s not the only thing here that’s hard.”
A belly-laugh left her.
“HAHA…sorry I said it, I had to, I HAD to!!”
He chuckled too, and for a moment the danger of being knelt with a hog swinging inches away from his face dissipated.
Of course Katie managed to puncture the calmness with all the bedside manner of an angry wasp.
“Fine zen, now put it in your mouth.”
Phil shot an ugly look at Katie, and even Liz looked a little exasperated, before stroking his cheek again.
“I’ll help,” she whispered.
For the second time in his life, he squared up to the cock pointing straight at his face, looking at the change in colours from pink to white below the flared helmet, able to smell the virulence of it.
The danger seeped back upon realising he was going to do it, a shiver whipping up his spine. His heart began pounding in his chest, and time seemed to slow, her cock bobbing in time with her heartbeat, as he watched the python staring angrily at his lips.
Liza gripped his chin and raised it so his head was tipped back.
“Hey… Look at me.”
He did.
Seeing her caring expression instead of the ugly, monstrous organ in front of his face made his heart beat a different kind of fast, a steady pounding rhythm of excitement replacing the rushed, scared flutters of before.
Then the fear returned as a huge, slimy object pressed against his lips, and the smell of cock filled Phil’s sinuses.
“Mmh-!“
Panic spread in his chest, but Liz sated him with a hushed “Shhh…You’re doing great… just keep looking at me…”
Two fingers gently pressed into the sides of his jaw, easing it open, and then the slimy object pressed between his lips which wrapped around them, her cock sliding fully into his mouth. He whimpered as the mushroomed head spread his lips wide, a bitter, tangy liquid leaking onto his tongue, making him splutter.
“GHK…glph!......”
“Oh sugar that’s perfect.. NOT down… yes… eyes up….” *spurt* “mmmhh sorry, that spurt’s for you-uuuh.”
Another string of cum unravelled in his mouth, and he swirled his tongue around whilst mewling, trying to swallow it as quickly as possible.
The stench of her fluid was unrivalled.
Liza’s eyelid spasmed as she felt Phil desperately sucking at her huge organ, long thick lashes fluttering as she let out the tiniest whinny.
Phil was struggling to keep himself together, whimpering, his hands automatically coming up to pull himself away, but something in the barely-contained excitement scrawled on Liza’s face meant he couldn’t quite bring himself to push off, hands hovering over her thighs, as if readying to escape.
They paused like that, both their chests expanding heavily, a few inches of her cock sitting in his face.
Liz said nothing, trying her absolute best not to spook Phil with murmurs of pleasure, the tiniest snort coming from her nostrils as his tongue moved under her helmet.
*CLICK*
“GPhl!”
A splutter escaped Phil at the sound of the shutter going off nearby, cheeks burning as he tried to breath through his nose and inhaled so much cock-scent that his brain nearly melted from the smell, the brutal tanginess and testosterone filling his sinuses, heart pounding in his ears, able to feel her heartbeat sitting in his head, pulsing against his lips, stretching them in time with her arousal, the thick spongy helmet pressing his tongue like a big, hard mushroom, enjoying the warmth of his mouth.
*CLICK-CLICK*
Liz couldn’t keep her appreciation for Phil’s mouth a secret, her eyes glassy, focused on so much of the sensations she was feeling wrapped around her cock-head that she wasn’t able to concentrate on keeping her moans in, her hands quivering as she stroked his head.
“Yeah… yeah amazing…hnnnn…” whispered Liz.
“Mh… mmph….”
Phil felt like his whole body had never been more taut than at this moment, the tendons in his neck so tight it felt like he was going to pass out.
*CLICK*
Katie nodded.
“Good.”
Liquid came to Phil’s eye as he jerked, still processing that he was being openly observed with a dick in his mouth.Quick as a flash Liz placed both her hands on his shoulders and pressed strong thumbs into the knots in his neck.
“mMMhhh!….”
He struggled for a second… and then whined in relief as the thumbs pushed through some of the tension and knots that had built up in his shoulders as she massaged him, closing his eyes, the threat of tears stopped immediately.
The thumbs were firm as they eased a knot on his left side.
“Mmnn…!”
He moaned in contentment over her shaft, saliva leaking over it.
“Mmmmmphhhhh-“
“HUH-“
Liz let out a ragged breath, trying to keep her hands steady as his lips made a long suckle at the tip of her cock, sensitive enough that she was struggling to keep her whimpers in.
“Hnn.”
*CLICK*
Phil choked at the sound of the camera shutter again, and his eyes snapped open, looking to the side just in time to see a lens pointed directly at his face.
*CLICK*
A small sliver of seed trickled onto his tongue.
“MMMMMPHHH…”
He pushed off Liz’s thighs, and the cock popped out of his mouth, saliva basting his chin as he spat it out.
“UGHHh..”
Liz helped him up.
“Ohh sorry! Sorry!”
He didn’t push her hand off his arm shoulder as she squeezed, coming to his side.
“A-are you okay? I didn’t mean it… it just… it sort of slipped out.”
She let out a nervous chuckle.
“Phil..?”
“I-it’s okay…”
He cleared his throat, the stench of cock thick in his mouth, feeling goosebumps on his arms.
“Uh… I’m sorry, it’s… I’ve never done that before…”
“I know, I know… you’ve done amazing…”
“Well….. you make it… easier..”
She smiled, and then pointed.
“You okay to continue?”
“Huh?”
He looked where she was staring between his own legs, and realised his cock was looking straight back up at them, five inches and weeping pre-cum.
“Uh…. I’m uh….”
Liz squeezed his shoulder again and put her head against his, whispering, “we can take it really slow… I know we can do this… you got this. Just do what makes you comfortable… yeah?”
“Oh… okay…”
She guided him back down to his knees with firm hands on his shoulders, and this time took a little bit more control, not waiting for him to ask as she pressed his jaw until it opened, and guided her cock back home into the warmth of his mouth, her expression a little more zealous.
Phil whimpered, saliva running freely from his mouth and onto her shaft as it filled his face once more.
“Yes, iz good,” said Katie.
*CLICK*
Comments
Thereshegoes123
Just an individual story! At least that is the intention.
I like Liz’s personality and figure. Will this have multiple parts or is it an individual story?
