This was the first Brod story ever published, back on May 01 of 2015!
For the uninitiated, Brod is my most popular and most voluminous series. If you haven’t read any of it before, expect hentai physics to be in full effect, hyper-proportioned cocks and balls, cum inflation, and improbable sexual performance from the eponymous Brod.
I have a lot of stories about bulging. Some are funny, some are sexy, some are stupid. I remember one time I'd gone into JJ Raxx, a discount clothing store.
I'm just minding my own business. Of course, I was wearing red basketball shorts which highlighted every contour and groove of my cock and balls. You could hear the slapping as my nuts bounced against my thighs. Slap, slap, slap. A good number of people turned to see what the noise was. I could hear gasps. In my peripheral vision, I noticed a woman pointing. I saw a couple snickers from guys who probably thought I stuffed my pants. I mostly ignored them.
I went to browse the shirts. I could feel them rubbing against my bulge as I browsed. It sticks pretty far in front of me. My sack is just there sweeping aside discounted polo shirts as I looked for my size.
Then I heard a voice next to me. "Sir?"
I looked up to see a short, plump young lady with a mahogany complexion. "Hi there." I smiled. She was cute. Glasses, a sweet face. Heavy tits, soft belly. Wide, wide hips. I wished I could see her from the back.
"Sir, can you please ... you have to stop that." She pointed at my bulge, shoved into the rack of shirts.
"I. Oh. Sorry." I backed up, now holding the shirt I was looking at arm’s length.
"Are you some kind of pervert?" she asked. "Seriously, you come into a public store with your pants stuffed full of. What is that, even?"
"That's all me," I said. "I can't help it."
The girl shook her head. "Yeah, right. Okay. The biggest cock on record is 13.5 inches. You look about as big as him, but you're soft. There's no way that's real. Come on, guy." She reached forward and grabbed my balls, then frowned, looking up at me. I grunted.
"That feels good," I told her with a smile.
"What the fuck?" She started to bounce each nut up and down, squeezing them. I let out another groan. I could feel my sperm factories activating.
"I told you," I said. "Is there a room or something in back we can go to if you're gonna keep this up?"
"Okay ... wow. Here. I need to see this. I'm gonna go on the other side of this rack. If that's really you, take your cock out and like. You know. Hide it with the shirts! But don't touch them with it," she said before walking past me, giving me a full view of that huge ass of hers. Damn! The wobble was incredible. That wasn't helping ease my nuts any.
The shirts parted before me with a metallic scratching as the hangers scraped the rack. She looked at me, her face framed by her dark, poofy hair, and nodded.
I looked from side to side. Clear. I shoved my bulge between the shirts and pulled the waistband down. I needed my free hand to wrestle the bulk of my cock out. It first appeared as an arch of thick flesh, pulling ... finally, FLUMP. It flopped out.
The girl let out a gasp, covering her mouth with both hands. She squeaked something I didn't catch.
A woman was approaching, and I quickly pushed my cock back into my pants. The uniformed girl came back over to me, her eyes like saucers. "I've never seen one that big! Holy shit!"
I smirked at her. "Oh yeah? What's the biggest you've seen?"
"Maybe ten inches? But shit. Look. Um. They want me to kick you out. My boss told me," she spoke through a pout. "You seem cool. I like your shirt."
I looked down at my Torgue shirt and smiled up at her.
"Um. I'm not good at this. Do you want to. No, uh. Do you play video games?"
"Heh, you liked my shirt," I said.
"Right. Want to. Come play games? With me. I mean. On the PlayStation." Her eyes darted back down to my heavy bulge. I moved closer to her, smiling.
"Are you comfortable inviting a stranger to your house?" I asked.
"I'm in a dorm," she answered. "Lots of people around, including a scary roommate."
I raised a skeptical eyebrow. "Okay, then. Where, at UTB?"
She nodded. "Give me your phone."
I handed it over, and she put in her name and number before handing it back. "What's your name?"
"Really? Are you Chinese?"
I laughed. It wasn't the first time someone was surprised I had a white-sounding name. "Mostly Japanese."
She frowned. "Sorry."
"It's cool," I looked at my phone. "Jessica." I quickly texted her so she'd have my number.
"Shit. Don't look. My boss is coming," she nodded over my shoulder. "Sir, I'm going to have to ask you to leave the store, I don't care what you have to say."
Click, click, click. "Is there a problem?" The new woman was a bit taller than me due to some heels, and slender. Her features were sharp, her hair long and blonde, her outfit sharp and professional.
"This gentleman is insisting that he is not being lewd," Jessica said.
"Sir, I apologize, but you are making people uncomfortable with ... let's be frank. This prank is going far enough," she said, her eyes looking down at me. "Whatever you have in your pants should have stayed home."
"That would require castration, and I don't enjoy that," I answered. Her name tag said "Emily."
Emily shook her head. "I'm not stupid, sir. You need to leave my store."
"I've been here dozens of times," I said, frowning, feeling my heart rate rising. This wasn't the first time I'd gotten kicked out of a store because of what I was packing. "And this is all me."
"No, it's not. Leave. Now."
People were staring. Jessica was sloooooowly creeping backwards away from us. When she was behind Emily, she mouthed "Sorry!"
"I'll show you if you don't believe me," I told her.
"I can and will call the police," she responded. "Come to my office. If you are telling the truth, I will let you shop here. But if not. I'm calling the cops." She smirked, plainly knowing she was going to win this one.
She lead me to the back of the store to a small office. I looked at her ass. It wasn't that big, but it was okay. I like asses.
There was a desk with a few personal items on it, a couple of scuffed chairs like you'd find in any office building. A window showed the rear parking lot. She leaned back on the wall near the window before gesturing for me to take off my pants.
I complied. My stretchy pants slowly slid down, revealing, below my lowermost roll off stomach, a bare patch of skin, and the fleshy base of my organ. Thick as a Pringles can, but much longer. My pants slipped down further. Her mouth gaped. She took off her glasses. My melon-sized nuts were now bare. The shorts hit my sandaled feet.
"...Oh my god," she gasped, gulping. I saw her face flushing. Her fingers clutched the window frame tightly. Her knees rubbed together. "You're enormous!"
I chuckled, moving closer to her. She didn't back away. If anything, she subconsciously straightened up, her modest breasts accentuated.
"You can touch it if you want," I said, my voice lowering to a deep purring.
She nodded, moving forward and grabbing my warm cock with both hands. "It's real," she breathed, hefting the heavy cock, stroking it. It was beginning to grow in her hands. Wrapping all her slender fingers around it, she began pumping it up and down as it grew bigger and bigger.
I could smell her moisture building.
It wasn't long before I was at my monstrous full size, 19.5 inches of monstrous erection, rivaling her legs in girth. It began to pour precum, a stream of clear fluid splattering at her feet. My cock bounced slightly as it pulsed. Her slacks were soaked through, she was so wet. She unzipped her pants, wiggling her hips as she slipped them off. Her plain panties were saturated. Those came down, exposing her slender legs, knees pressed together. She put them on her desk. Her ass was a bit dimpled with cellulite, but I hardly cared.
"Do you still want me to leave?"
"If you leave, I really will call the cops," she quipped, rolling her eyes at me.
"Fair enough. Bend over your desk."
Emily nodded, turning around and hesitating before perking her ass up. I could see a tight little pussy, pink and peeking through her golden bush.
"Mmm, look at this nice little ass of yours," I growled, gripping the cheeks and kneading at them.
She seemed to relax slightly. "Thanks."
"Put your feet more apart," I told her. She did so.
I gripped my cock near its grapefruit-sized glans before pushing the tip up against her soaked entrance. She moaned and pushed back at me, spreading her lips. I began to rock her back and forth, grinding my cock against her, stretching her slowly around my domed head. Her fleshy lips stretched and stretched around me.
"Fuck, you're so thick!" She panted.
I grinned and pushed forward. Pop. The fleshy head was in. I gripped her hips and pulled her backwards, my hips pushing forwards as centimeter by centimeter, her silky tunnel stretched around my cock like latex.
I rocked my hips and started to thrust into her, pushing her body up against the desk. Her hot moistness was audibly around me. Squish. Squish. Squish. My precum was pouring into her body, adding to her dripping juices, rolling down her legs into a building puddle.
My fingers dug into her hips as I pushed deeper and deeper. The desk was actually starting to scoot forward from the force of my thrusting.
"Oh, god! Mmmphhhaaaahhh!" She cried out before I grabbed her panties off the desk and shoved them into her mouth. Her whole body clutched my cock, her cunt tightening as she spasmed. Hot juices gushed out around the girth of my member, spraying hotly on my stomach and legs, rolling down past my knees.
"Mmm. Mmm." She moaned through the cloth as I pumped her body. I looked down. She was only taking the forward third or so of my cock, most of the gargantuan thing still visible, looking gigantic in comparison to her small waist.
My grip pumped her up and down the desk, sliding her back and forth as I felt my cock butt up against her cervix. I began slowing to a grind, rubbing into it with my cockhead. My slimy precum poured against it, helping to soften the barrier. I could feel it beginning to dilate.
It stretched, buckling. She screeched, muffled by her own panties. Her fingernails clawed at the wood of her desk, her eyes clenched shut.
I lurched forward abruptly, several more inches of cock burying themselves in her as my crown stretched her womb out. The squishing intensified, each thrust spraying out droplets of her nectar and my pre as I filled her deepest depths. Looking down, I noticed that she was still taking only about ten inches of my cock. The woman's eyes fluttered as she collapsed briefly against the desk, her body once again pulsing around me as she came once more, another layer of pussy juice on my legs.
I couldn't see it, but I knew what her belly would look like. It was stretched out, the outline of my titanic cock visibly bulging her tummy out around itself as it made room inside her. She arched her back. I quickened my pace, her desk groaning as it slid back. My strong hands gripped her thighs, pulling her feet from the ground, holding her like a wheelbarrow as I pounded her body, her hands gripping the edge of the desk tightly, the side of her face lowering against cool wood, her eyes fluttering.
I kept pounding her, bouncing her against her desk, my cock's bulge showing exactly where it was, stretching her belly outwards as it pumped up and down. Hot liquid pooled on her desk, trickling off in streams to the puddle that was spreading across the floor. Steamy sexual funk filled the room, a thick musk that hung in the air, smelling incredible to me. We were both sweating at this point, the neck of my t-shirt darkened with dampness. Her juices were spattered darkly across the front of my Torgue shirt.
Her eyes closed completely as she twitched, her body bouncing, her pussy clamping down and holding me in place as she gushed another spout of steaming juices onto me.
I saw no point in holding back. I felt my nuts tightening, and sighed in relief. GLUUURCH. I felt it as my nuts contracted, my cock swelled in girth, a white torrent blasted down its throat. My jizz gushed deep into her womb, filling it on the first wad, her stomach bulging outwards visibly. SPLORT. SPLURT. I kept shooting, my cock bucking wildly as more and more jizz blasted her womb, squishing around my cock.
Her belly sagged lower and lower, jiggling as I thrust into her. It began spreading to the sides as it settled on the wood. Gush. Gush. My nuts contracted. Jizz gushed around my cock, spraying my body and leaking down my legs, running down her own, adding swirling stripes of white to the pool below.
I grabbed her thighs and flipped her body over, rotating around my cock to give her belly room. It wobbled like a water balloon attached to her. I groaned, feeling my nuts coming up on empty.
"Mmm," I sighed as I put my hands on her belly, pulling back with a long schluuurrrr-pop. My cock bounced slightly, painted white, dripping precum, Droplets of spunk splattered on the floor. This was exactly why I wore sandals so often.
I looked at Emily. Her pussy gaped open, and it wasn't long before my seed began to gush from between her spread thighs and into the pool below. She was still passed out.
I sat down in one of the guest chairs, sighing as I stared at my pulsing cock. Fucking once always just made me hornier. I had to wait for my erection to go down, jerking off would just make it worse.
I began reading at my phone. A little while later, there was a knock at the door.
“Ma’am?” came a female voice. Another knock at the door. “May I come in?”
The door opened, and I heard a sharp gasp. There was a shuffling as a petite girl with red hair from a bottle came in. I heard a deep breath being taken as the raw sexual funk we’d created in the room crashed into her like a wave. “Ma’am? are you okay?” She walked into the room. She hadn’t seen me yet. “Oh my god! Wh-what happened to you! How … is this cum?!” she asked her catatonic boss. She was small, with a nice bubble butt and taut calves … this girl worked out.
“Eep!” Abruptly, she slipped in the pool of sex and fell backwards, spinning around as she did so, reaching out with both hands. They gripped a sturdy column that kept her from falling—a sturdy column that was attached to my body.
The hands slipped down my cock’s slick surface and she planted her face directly between my heavy balls. I grunted, wincing, doubling forward. “Fuck!” That hurt! Not a lot, but … well, balls are sensitive.
“Mmmp!” She squealed into my sack as she knelt upright for air. “Hhhaaahhh!” She put her little hands on my thighs and righted herself, looking up at me. My eleven-pound cock was on her shoulder. She looked at it before scrambling backwards, falling on her ass in the puddle. “Oh my god! Oh my godohmygod!”
“Hi,” I grunted as I rubbed my nuts.
“You did this?!” she gasped, looking back at her boss, whose cunt was still gaping wide enough for the girl to shove both hands into. The waterfall of semen had changed to a slow trickle as her boss’s belly shrank.
“Yeah,” I said, leaning forward and smiling as my cock pulsed in front of her. A steady stream of precum trickled to the floor.
“How did you fit it in her? You’re like a Clydesdale!” the girl slowly got back to her feet, looking down at her soaked khakis and polo shirt, semen dripping from her hands.
“You’d be surprised how elastic a woman’s body is,” I answered. “Long as I take it slow enough. Listen to what her body says.”
The girl was breathing deeper, almost gasping. “It … it smells in here. It stinks…,” she panted.
“I think it smells good,” I said.
“Yeah,” she agreed. Her nametag said “Ingrid.” “I’m a mess,” she said. It was obvious she’d forgotten why she’d come in.
“My name is Brod. You got some nice legs. You work out?” I asked her.
She gave a little smile. “A bit, yeah.”
“It shows,” I said. Splat. A large glob of precum splashed on the floor. “I strength train. This thing used to give me back pain.” I said, nodding down at my biological battering ram.
“I bet. I can’t imagine.” She stepped forward and put her hands on the broad head. I can’t even get my own hands around my cock, and hers were smaller. Ingrid started rubbing the rubbery dome. “You just came so much, though, how are you still hard?”
I shrugged. “I’m pretty much always horny. Wanna fuck?”
Ingrid paused, turned away, and covered her face with her hands. Then she realized they were still covered in jizz. She removed them, and I could see her blushing, despite the fact that her face was now painted with two white handprints. “I-I…. I don’t think I can take a cock that big!”
“Yeah, you’re small, but we can do it if we take it slow,” I said, smiling. “You’re a mess, maybe you could take off your clothes and get more familiar with it? Before we try sticking it in you.”
Ingrid looked at her boss. “Guess I can hardly get fired if she let you do that to her….” Her brown eyes turned back to mine and she nodded. “Okay.” She wiggled out of her top, folding it neatly as she put it in the next chair. Looking around, it took a moment before she found a couple square feet of tile that wasn’t covered in liquid sex. She stepped to it, taking her shoes off, wiggling her toes. Next came the socks, then the slacks. It was all very ordered and stacked neatly. She looked over, remembering I was there. Redness returned to her heated cheeks and she gave a bashful smile.
“I don’t usually do stuff like this.”
I chuckled. “I won’t tell anyone.”
She shook her head. “This is so weird,” she muttered as she undid her bra and wiggled free of her panties. Soon she stood there, her body bare to me. Ingrid couldn’t have been over five feet or weighed much more than a hundred, hundred-ten. But she was toned—defined abs, lithe arms. I could see the grooves on her thighs. The firm quads. I also noticed her callused, tough-looking toes.
“Do you do ballet?”
She seemed a bit surprised, but a smile appeared. “A bit, some gymnastics.”
“So you’re naturally flexible, then?” I asked her. “Believe me, it helps.”
“Good.” She came towards me, her dainty feet squishing in my seed. Looking down, she wiggled her toes again. “It’s like yogurt.”
I nodded. “I’ve heard it tastes better.”
“I do want to taste it,” she said, kneeling down in front of me. With a grunt, she hefted my cock with both hands. “Fuck, this thing weighs more than my dog.”
“You did say you wanted the bone,” I chuckled.
She rolled her eyes at me. “I guess your pun glands are also pretty big.” I could feel her breath on my cockhead as she spoke.
“Is it a Dachshund?”
“No, I do not have a wiener dog. Shut up and let me play with your dick,” she laughed, running her hot little tongue up the belly, collecting the coating of thick jizz, kept nice and hot by my cock. “Mmmm!” She made a loud slurping noise as she started to roll her moist tongue up my member’s underside. “It’s so big. I can’t even get anything in my mouth,” she observed.
I sighed in pleasure as she reached the tip, letting the hot, slimy precum roll over her face for a long moment before taking a long, long slurp. I could hear her gulping audibly, her hands clutching the sides of my cock as she drank my natural lube. “Mmmph. Mmm. Ooohh.” Noises of pleasure filled my ears along with the lewd squelching.
Then she sighed, wiping a hand over her eyes before moving to the base of my cock and running her tongue up its side, scooping more jizz into her mouth with her tongue. I felt her moist lips moving over my flesh, tracing every contour of the thick veins pulsing on my organ. The little pulls of her sucking motions. Schllrrrrp. Her soft breath brushed my hot skin as she eagerly licked up ounces of spunk. She moved her face to the other side of my cock and moaned as she lapped up the last of my jizz.
It took her a few minutes, but my cock was shiny and clean.
She looked up at me and smiled. There was a slight bulge in her tummy. I chuckled. “You feeling full?”
She nodded. “But I want more.” Ingrid climbed up on my chair, putting her feet on either side of my hips. Her soft mound was completely smooth, and it was glistening with moisture. Feminine rivulets trickle down her powerful thighs. Her pretty lips were slightly parted, and her fleshy hill was almost pink in comparison to the rest of her skin. So inviting.
Below that delicate flower was a towering, pulsing, brutish thing. Near twenty inches of gigantic fuckrod that looked as big around as her thigh. Its head was ruddy, pulsing angrily. Precum gushed from it, clear, running down to a pair of swollen melons filled with seed.
Ingrid started lowering herself slowly. I realized what she was doing. Smart girl … in this position, she could control the penetration. I gripped my cock halfway up to stabilize it.
Her dripping pussy kissed my cock’s tip, our juices mingling as I felt her heat. My nuts were churning. I could feel them filling fast. She moaned loudly. “Oh, fuck!” she cried out. “You’re gonna break me!” But still, she lowered herself, her weight coming down on my cock.
“You’re in control right now,” I told her. “And don’t worry about hurting me, my cock’s held up bigger girls than you.”
She nodded and put her hands on my shoulders as she bit her lower lip and closed her eyes. Her pussy spread slowly, agonizingly slowly. Its lips were bright red, stretching as thin as paper.
“Mmmpphhaaaahhh! Fuck!” she cried out shrilly.
“Ssshhh. You’re gonna make people come in,” I told her.
She began rolling her hips, panting, her skin shining as droplets of sweat rolled down her toned body. That grinding was delicious, my rubbery head stroked this way and that, only stimulating more cum production, my nuts feeling heavier.
Ingrid started making squealing noises. “Eep. Eee…. little more!” she panted.
Then she dropped. “FUCK!” She cried, her body abruptly dropping till the head and several inches of cock stretched her out all at once, the bulge of my member visible in her lower belly. She shuddered and collapsed against me, sweat-slick breasts rubbing against my face as she came violently, her cunt spasming as juices blasted down my cock. I could taste the salt in her perspiration. Steaming nectar sharply contrasted the cool temperatures of the room on the slick surface of my glistening rod.
I began rolling my hips, pumping up into her, bouncing her up and down as she panted, sliding lower on my cock, mewling into my neck. My monstrous erection pushed deeper, stretching out her body, the bulge creeping upwards as she sank lower, her feet planted against the armrests.
Ingrid arched her back and looked up at the ceiling as she bit her lip and pushed her ass downwards, whimpering and gasping. “Mmm. Mmm! H-haaah. Haaah.”
“Are you okay?” I asked her, moving hands to her waist. “We can stop if you want.”
She shook her head violently and clenched her eyes tightly before abruptly lifting her feet. The gymnast rested her ankles on my shoulders, her hands clutching behind my neck as my strong hands held her steady, supported in turn by the column of my cock. She began slipping down more quickly, but not before spasming again, cumming once more, another gout of cunt juice spraying down my cock.
I felt pressure on my member’s tip. Cervix. Ingrid grunted and began to rock her body. At the same time, I gripped her waist tightly and began to bounce her.
“Mmmmmph!” She moaned as my precum gushed up against her womb’s entrance, hot slime loosening it. I could feel it dilating, stretching.
She arced her head back and shrieked before dropping another five inches. Her belly was tented out, my cock penetrating well above her navel, a good eleven or twelve inches deep. She’d taken even more than the taller Emily!
Tears streamed down her reddened face before I felt her pussy strangling my cock again. She clawed at handfuls of my hair, her nails raking my scalp as she came harder than before, pulsing and gushing. Glooosch. Gloooosch. Her pussy spewed waves of clear juice that coated my cock over and over again.
The door abruptly burst open. She was wearing a black polo, a shield embroidered on her chest. Security. Over six feet of curvy black lady scowling and looking ready for a fight.
A fight was not what she found. Her face went slack as she saw what was going on.
I just kept fucking Ingrid, though. I was really into it. I looked over and nodded at her. She nodded back, the door closing behind her as her jaw hung open. She sniffed the air. “Ummm…,” was about all she had to say about the matter.
My hands gripped Ingrid’s waist tightly and I began to pump her whole body up and down my shaft, grunting and growling at her. My cock’s distension slid up and down, her navel rising and falling.
The security woman shook her head, putting her hands on her wide hips, lifting one shoe from the floor and looking at the mess down there.
“Mmmph! Mph! Mph!” Came Ingrid’s enthusiastic grunts, even through the tears. Schlap. Schlap. Schlap. Her body bounced, my cock slamming upwards into her, rattling her little frame as I pumped her up and down like a doll. Our combined juices flowed down my cock, dripping off my nuts. Her feet were pressed against the wall behind me, her hands clutching my neck. My balls swung back and forth under the chair. The legs creaked as it rocked with our lovemaking. Over the next twenty minutes of furious thrusting and splattering juices adding to the puddle rolling out under the door, she came at least five or six more times. I barely even noticed it as the security girl sat down in her boss’s chair and texted someone before fondling herself. Emily finally came to, sitting up at the edge of her desk.
Then I began to unload. Ingrid had lasted a lot longer than Emily, probably due to her athleticness. I’d built up a much bigger load this time around.
GLOOOOOORCH. My cock erupted like a geyser. I felt my jizz blasting out of it, increasing its girth slightly, slamming Ingrid’s insides with a physical impact. Her belly started swelling immediately. SPLUUUUUURT. I leaned my head back and let out a long groan. The wad took several seconds just to leave my cock. Swirling spunk slammed her womb. She grew and grew, her belly now touching mine. The heat of my own seed surrounded my cock.
Load after load blasted her belly, now expanding out to the sides. She cried out. I wasn’t sure if she was cumming again. Her legs dropped from my shoulders, dangling past the sides of the chair. Pearly spunk rolled down to her toes. It was spraying down around my cock, rolling onto my sack.
Finally, I felt my nuts emptying. I sighed in relief as the tightness abated, looking down at Ingrid’s belly.
“Mmmm. I. Fuck it. Too much…,” she muttered.
I chuckled and stood up, wrapping my arms around her shoulders as I turned and sat her down in the chair. I pulled my cock out of her with a lurid, liquid, slimy sound. It popped free, flicking semen up on to her face. Jizz began gushing from between her legs.
The door opened and the other security lady stepped in, gasping at the scene. My cock bobbed in front of her as it pulsed. Her feet splashed through inches of spunk, leaking out the door. She gaped at the other security lady moaning and cumming all over herself.
“God, you weren’t kidding!” gasped the newcomer.
Her partner shook her head, grinning. “Nope. And now it’s my turn. I was here first.” She stood up, grinning as she wiggled her wide hips out of her pants. And it was just as well, because I still felt horny.
I looked up at the clock. Hours had passed. I grunted as I put my hands on Emily’s ass and pulled my cock out of her cunt. Schlrrrrrrk. Her belly wobbled back and forth as her eyelids fluttered, my cock dripping seed. She laid atop her desk between the two security ladies. Each one looked like she’d swallowed a beach ball, their legs dangling over the wood, gooey whiteness gushing onto the floor, splattering loudly. The tiles were now covered completely in jizz, squishing around my sandals. The desk was at a 45 degree angle to the wall. All the pictures had collapsed.
The cleaning lady that had come to investigate the pool leaking under the door was slumped into the chair next to Ingrid, her uniform torn, her belly filling her lap. I couldn’t even tell how the room smelled at this point. Spunk was leaking down the window and dripping from the foam tiles above. The sun had shifted quite a ways. I picked up an apron and thought about wiping my cock clean, but my semen was all over me, and gallons of cunt juice had marinated me and my clothing. While I was fucking the security girls, Emily had recovered enough that I fucked her a second time.
My cock was still pulsing and hard. I sighed in exasperation. I had to leave … I might have a date tonight!
Finally, I decided enough was enough. I’m just leaving. I took my cock, pulled up my shorts, and tucked the raging organ under my shirt. I held one hand over it to pin it to my chest. It was not hidden my any means. It looked like I had just robbed the deli! But no one would see my actual dick.
I left the room, my sandals squishing as I left white footprints. The pool had spread into much of the hallway. The entire area smelled like sex. I passed a mirror. My hair looked like I had slept with a gallon of gel in it, all matted to one side. I wiped some spunk off my face.
Squish-slaps-squish-slap. People looked up at the sound. Some gaped. A woman covered her son’s eyes. I must look a fright, cum splattered all over, shirt dark with splotches, reeking of sex. I took a look back. Yup, white footprints. I briefly worried about being stopped for stealing something, before realizing I’d left both security personnel in the back office full of jizz. A businesswoman looked at me like I was a ghost as I hustled past a couple of pop-collared frat looking boy. They elbowed each other and laughed at me. To be fair, I probably looked funny, my hair matted with white, swept to one side like an anime character, clutching a whole salami to my chest like I was hiding a toddler, my shirt splotched and darkened with white globs rolling down.
Finally, I made it out the door. A few minutes later, I was in my car, sighing in relief as I lifted my shirt up and let my cock out, turning up the air conditioning to try to get it to soften up. I leaned it against the steering wheel, covering most of the horn, the head poking up far past the upper edge.
I heard a tapping at the window and looked up to see the businesswoman I’d passed smiling at me. I rolled down the glass. She had her hair up in a neat bun and smelled subtly of perfume. Her green eyes were framed by rectangular glasses.
“I was wondering if that was your cock! You passed me in the store just now ... you smell good.” She inhaled. “Uh. Sorry. That must be creepy. Wait, is this really your car?”
“Yes, it is. And thanks,” I chuckled. “I like the smell, honestly. I just had a little meeting with the store manager.”
“ ‘Little?’ “ she asked dubiously, reaching in to put her hand on my cock. I don’t know what it is, but a lot of people will just touch my cock or my balls to see if they’re real. It can be pretty annoying, but when a comely lady does it, I don’t mind. “It’s real! Oh. Ooh. It’s real,” she whispered, rubbing the dome for a long moment, biting her lower lip. This was NOT helping to ease my erection. My idiotic cock just wanted more.
“Can I help you?” I asked with a smile, not wanting to sound sarcastic.
“Ooh!” She jerked her hand back. “Sorry. I uh. Listen, can you call me?” She handed me a scrap of paper with her number on it. Her name was Sandra. “I’ve never seen a cock that big! I’d, uh. Like to get to know it. Get to know you! Better. I mean. Not just your cock. Um. I may have. A thing for you to do.”
I laughed. “Calm down, I understand. I’ll call you later.” I nodded at her and tucked the piece of paper up in my visor mirror.
“Great. Um. Thanks. Yeah. Take care,” She waved and walked off. As I pulled out of the spot, I saw her licking her fingers.
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Written by Sarkopheros
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