The kid was not leaving me alone.
“Come on, just a quickie?” He looked at me with puppy dog eyes that betrayed the nice cock he was packing.
The problem is that it was just nice, and I’d already had it, and I wasn’t going to take a beating for the same cock twice if I could help it.
“No Michael. I’ve already told you, I thought it was your birthday, I’m not interested in doing it with you again.”
He gave his hard package a hearty squeeze. “Well… what about when it really is my birthday?”
“Then I’ll send you a cake. Now scram!”
Michael whirled and left, almost crashing into Tina as he made it through my door. She paused, a look of reverence on her face before snapping out of it and standing before my desk.
“His dick scraped my leg!” She said breathlessly.
“You can go have him all to yourself later, if you want.” I said. “What have you got for me?”
Since I had deceived Tina with promises of more money involved in the cock hunt, she had become my most avid huntress, trying extra-hard to score that money.
“Big Ben.”
“Big Ben?”
“Otherwise known as ‘Ben with the Ten’, he’s bi, likes to show off his dick to anyone willing at sex clubs. He’s got something of a reputation.”
“Well that’s not bad… but your boyfriend had more then ten.”
“Rumor has it, that he’s Ben with the Ten Soft, in some circles.”
“Now we’re talking!” I thought on it… Aaron Black’s was nine soft, this was a promising lead. “Give me the cock—Ab, ah, I mean--details!”
*** “Switch Hitters” Was an interesting club downtown. Couples and trios whirled around a crowded dance floor to swing music, while singles and couples cruised the bar for doubles and triples. A lot of people hit this spot to find threesome opportunities apparently.
I found a kind of nice looking guy and stopped in front of him, arching my back so that there was some firm FF-cup cleavage on display.
“I’m looking for Big Ben.” I said. “Sometimes known as Ben with the Ten.”
“I know him.” He said, losing part of himself between my breasts. “But why do you need ten when my perfectly acceptable for all your needs.”
I threw back my head and laughed.
“Eight inches? What are you, five years old?” I screamed with derisive laughter. He looked hurt, obviously not used to that kind of response. Eight inches would have been great before I became what I am, but now it was just a joke.
“Jesus bitch, he’s over there.” He said pointing towards a short man in a hat.
I just shook my head at him as I stalked off to the infamous Big Ben.
“You the one named after a British clock?” I asked when I stood before him.
“Yes I most surely am, ma’am.” He said, tipping his hat and helping himself to an almost unhealthy stare at my bulging boulders.
I looked him over. His face was kind of impish, with a big nose and thick glasses. He was not just poorly muscled, he was not muscled.
“Is it true what they say about your cock, clock?”
“You tell me!” He said pointing downwards.
I almost fell over when I got a good look. He was wearing latex pants; the red material stretching unbelievably tight a fat long log that he had pulled to one side and still almost went to the knee. Ten was a sore under-estimate compared to what I was looking at. This man was bigger then Aaron Black easily!
My quest was over!
I would be free!
“You are going to come and fuck me. Is that clear?” I asked.
“Pushy aren’t you?” He smiled.
“No. Psychotic with lust. Now come along quietly or I’ll just be bringing your cock without the rest of you attached to it.”
He looked a little nervous, his eyes darting.
“Uh, okay.” He said. “I guess I could go along.”
As he said these words, I’d already dragged him to the door.
*** I parked at the bottom of the hill, and then started up with his hand in tow.
“Nice place!” He whistled, looking up at Black’s mansion.
“Yeah.” I agreed, single-minded as I pulled him along.
“So what drew you to me?” He asked as we walked.
“Christ, your cock. Haven’t I made that clear?”
He looked somehow disappointed. Odd, most men don’t mind being a piece of meat. Maybe after all the years of people only acknowledging him for his pound of ground round he wanted to be loved for himself or some bullshit.
Well tough. I knew what I wanted.
I knocked on the door, and Aaron Black appeared, dressed in an evening suit.
“Veronica!” He said. “What an unexpected surprise. What brings you here?”
I pulled Ben in, triumph welling up in my belly.
“This guy is thicker then you hard while he’s soft, and he’s packing some length too!”
I pushed Ben in between Black and myself.
“Drop ‘em Big Ben, and I’ll harden you up!” I commanded.
“Well I…”
“NOW!” I screeched eager to rub it in Aaron’s face.
Heck, I was even eager to rub ‘it’ in my own face.
Ben fumbled with his tacky rhinestone belt and dropped his pants.
Aaron threw back his had with a hearty laugh.
I did a double take.
As Big Ben’s pants hit the floor, so did his cock. I stalked over and knelt down, pulling something from the discarded garment.
It was black, and floppy, and fake. “A dildo…” I gasped, looking up at Big Ben. My face flushed deep crimson with embarrassment as Aaron Black laughed and laughed.
I was looking at a pathetic little prong that barely stuck out from his pubic hair, like a gumdrop in a bird’s nest.
“What the HELL IS THAT?” I screamed, throwing the dildo far.
“Oh that is impressive!” Black said drolly between laughs. “I’ve never seen anything quite like it!”
“I, I uh…” Started Ben.
“I’m going to kill you!” I gasped, clenching my fists. The fact that I was going to get punished over a two-inch cock enraged me.
“No.” Said Aaron Black. “You’re going to fuck him. You came all this way to get satisfied, let him satisfy you!”
“No…” I whimpered.
“Both of you, strip.” He commanded, easing himself into one of his chairs.
I tried to resist, but I knew that this act was all that was between me and another cock whipping, or worse.
Soon we both stood in front of Black, our birthday suits all red from shame.
“Get him hard.” Commanded black.
“Erm…I already am.” Mumbled Ben.
