Early Draft - Late pt.7

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This is an early draft for patrons levels 2 and 3. There may be mistakes, plus the story is not completed and anything could change for the final story. That being said, please enjoy this draft of 'Late pt.7'

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        TSG123 x

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Mo shifted from side to side, his eyes lowering to Terry’s slim, but firm ass.

“Wouldya stop staring,” muttered Zoey, “you’re gonna start drooling.”

“What?? It’s slim pickings without Coach here.. I need something to rest my eyes on!” he hissed back.

“Hey, I’m right here,” muttered Claire, pushing her large butt out so it pressed through her shorts.

“You told me to stop looking at yours.”

“Yep… I expect you to understand that the pickings are NOT slim, but that you should avert your eyes at all times regardless.”

“That’s literally torture!”

They nattered away at the back of the group of gathered players, many of whom were trying their best to put on a brave face in the face of a rather un-inspiring speech.

“Come ON!” Dean snapped, “It’s not that hard, we went through this!”

Some of the heads lowered. Friends and family continued to clap nearby, but their excitement was tempered by the clouds overhead slowly devouring the summer sun, patters of rain hitting their foreheads, bringing with it an unshakeable malaise.

“Go Wildcats.”

“Come on Charlene!!”

She smiled, waving at a man sitting with two young children, but then Dean’s voice rose, and it was quickly wiped from her face.

“We just have to make sure that everyone is actually getting their head in the game, RIGHT BOB?!”

Bob’s eyes never left the floor.

Terry looked over at him and then at Dean, watching him with his hands on his hips as he pointed at people, in his happy space of dictating facts. She had to twist her bat tight in her grasp to stop herself throwing it in the direction of his nose.

“Right, I expect everyone to be on their toes and ready… bases are there to be stolen, so if we aren’t on our toes, how can we expect to get there???!”

He spoke at Kevin who looked statuesque.

“Toes, toes, toes!”

The man said nothing in response, and Dean nodded as if they understood each other. Terry also tried to catch Kevin’s eye, but the previously jocular figure seemed too lost in his own thoughts to acknowledge either of them.

She clenched her fists, the muscles across her body tightening.

Behind her Mo spluttered as Terry’s ass tensed aesthetically, and received a sharp elbow in the ribs from Claire.

***

Miles away in her living room, Jane pirouetted around her bedroom.

It had been years since she’d danced. Of course when people had suggested as a child that she should stick to that and not sports because she was a girl, that was the end of that. It had been sports from then on.

She balanced up on her toes and arched to the side, using the edge of the sofa to manoeuvre across the room to the window where she tried to spread her arms before she was reminded her left arm was still in a cast, stopped abruptly as she ached, gazing out at the overcast day that couldn’t possibly dampen her high spirits.

‘This is silly… I can’t be this happy just because I got a blowjob yesterday…’

Jane then span, throwing her right arm out to an invisible partner before racing after him, pushing into a long skip with her legs out front and back. As she did her dick flopped odiously through the front of her jogging bottoms, making it look like she was kicking a secret third arm out in front of her as she spun.

The moves were sloppy, but it didn’t matter, the joy clear in every lithe and imperfect twirl.

Jane landed athletically, her knees bending easily to support her, breathing fast as she slowed to a walk back towards the living area again.

A glance at the clock made her frown.

A game was taking place right now. With her team…. or rather, not her team.

She sighed.

Not exactly as perfect a day as her mood suggested…

Just as she was thinking of easing off the interpretive dance, a text popped up on her phone.

Instead of running straight to it, she threw herself forwards dramatically, then away from it, her smile unabashed as she attempted to balance on her toes like a ballet dancer, managing a few game steps before her calves and the arch of her foot began to burn, and she stumbled the final few steps, eagerly grabbing the phone off the table to read the bright blue message that had appeared.

*Can we meet?*

Even though she had expected it, her eyes went wide like a cat that had rediscovered its favourite toy.

Across town, Freddie placed the phone back on his desk and began shuffling back and forth. He tried not to stare at his phone expectantly, but found himself glancing at the desk every few seconds.

‘Was I too forward?.... No, don’t start all that again…. just wait…Maybe I should play some games to occupy some time….’

Uninterested fingers picked up and fiddled with a controller that he could no longer be distracted by.

‘Don’t think about it… do something productive…’

He considered going downstairs and maybe cleaning the dishes or doing the rubbish, but frankly it excited him less than anything he could imagine other than searching for a job, and that was definitely not in his short or medium-term list.

There had to be SOMETHING to do other than wait for Jane to-

*Bzzt*

Freddie lunged for the phone, jumping onto his bed and opened the message with his head on the pillow, and the other hand nervously fiddling with the bedsheets.

*Sure. Where would you like to meet up?*

His heart pounded as he considered the question, mind already racing.

‘Where to go…?’

A little voice in his head suggested probably not going to her place… because if that happened, they would probably just get straight down to-

The feeling of her cock bulging his cheek made his heart palpitate, and he could barely contain the adrenaline coursing through his body, his fingers slipping as he typed, and then untyped a message several times.

His thumb circled the phone.

‘Just say somewhere…’

An image of Terry storming off made him sigh.

‘….not burger-town though..’

His fingers began to blitz across the screen.

*The Coffee Café in the town square tomorrow? 1pm?*

After a less than a minute a response came back.

*It’s a Date*

***

Steam rose from the coffee machine as it whistled in the background, a few tables of the colourful coffee shop occupied by an older couple, a businessman on his laptop, and some student types discussing what might have been a group project. The rest were empty save for one small, unassuming Freddie as he tried his best to look cool without looking like he’d made a lot of effort to try and look cool, brushing his brown hair forward slightly despite it still being too short to place into a quiff.

The young man glanced at the neatly ribboned chocolate he had bought, placed carefully on the table, and checked his appearance in his phone camera for a third time. Unsatisfied, he glanced at his watch.

She was usually bang on time. It was nearly five past…

Then it happened.

Like a dream she strolled into view behind the window, and Fred had to blink a few times to make sure he was in fact awake.

She marched with a soldier’s gate, although the sassiness of it had been dialled up to ten, large sunglasses making her look like she had just sashayed straight off a catwalk. The bell above the door tinkled as she entered.

Heads turned, the businessman glancing up from his corner, the students far less reserved about their sudden astonishment at the supermodel who had just entered, one of them buffeting the other hard, wheezing as their compatriot’s face went scarlet.

Fred had to stop himself glancing left and right just to make sure she wasn’t walking towards someone else.

Jane looked jaw-dropping; skin bright and effervescent, like the sun had kissed it. Her ass was somehow contained within skin-tight jeans with a smart golden belt-buckle, and her top was so revealing it looked like something out of a lingerie catalogue, her breasts carefully pushed up and out front by a combination of black silken straps so there was no possible way to avoid ogling the healthy showing of soft, plump mounds shouldered between them. The cast still sat on her left side, subtly covered by a large black handbag, and her hair was razor-edged at her shoulders. She entered with the air of someone who knew exactly how good they looked, so smouldering that Fred’s vision was going hazy.

‘…God and I thought she was hot in coaching gear…. Is it humid in here….?‘

It turned out that his brain didn’t care, eyes flitting everywhere across her front, before automatically following the path of least resistance to her crotch once, and then twice to make sure. A limp feeling of disappointment hit that there was nothing there to see.

Jane could see his confusion written on his face at the lack of bulge, chuckling internally.

‘No bulge for baby to suck on.’

Nearby, one of the students looked like his brain was dripping out of his ears, staring at the underside of her breasts which were open for viewing.

Pride and panic flared within Fred as she came and sat in front of him.

On the outside, she smouldered, fixing him with a steely gaze.

“Hi.”

“H.. H-hi… Miss M… Jane.”

She leant forwards, giving him a full view of her cleavage.

“You look good.”

One of Fred’s knees almost gave way.

“MmI?… I… you look…. good too…”

“I know,” she responded tersely.

“N..yeah…..”

She cocked her head at Fred’s inability to create human words, looking him up and down, taking in his rather loose semi-smart jacket and shoes combo and enjoying the rather gallant effort he had made to look manly. It was incredibly cute.

Fred opened his mouth then closed it again.

He noticed she had a glossy pink lipstick on that she usually didn’t use, making her lips look even juicier as they pursed.

“Is this for me?”

She picked up the chocolate, turning it over slowly.

“Y-Yeah… just-”

She unwrapped it before he could talk, and placed a small piece in her mouth.

“Mmm… Ohhhh that’s delicious..”

He gave a hopeful smile.

“Yeah… it’s.. I really like.. I thought you might too.”

“Oh I do…”

She proffered a piece on her hand.

“Why don’t you eat some.”

He smiled and made to take it, but she pulled back.

“Ah, ah.”

She held it just out of reach.

‘Oh…’

The atmosphere developed a layer of tension that had threatened to emerge the moment Jane walked through the door. Fred could feel a few eyes nearby watching, but ignored it, focusing instead on the chocolate. He knew what she wanted.

Freddie hesitated, then leaned over the table, mouth open.

Jane smiled, outstretching her arm, and allowed him to take the chocolate carefully from her fingers with his teeth. She stroked across his chin as she did so, a suggestive smile on her face.

“Good boy.”

He felt exactly the same way the chocolate did in that moment as it melted in his mouth. The flavours had never tasted so good given from her hand, the sweetness and creaminess of the chocolate rolling across his tongue as Jane watched, satisfied.

“Mmff-… Th-Thanks.”

A heeled shoe nudged his foot.

“You’re welcome, bitch.”

Fred’s back straightened, senses heightened. It felt like the air was solidifying, like he was struggling to breath, as if something heavy were sitting on his chest.

After a moment of unbearable tension she spoke in a sharp tone.

“Have you ordered?”

“N… No… would you like a coffee-? How are y-?”

“Quiet.”

He fell silent, saliva already filling his mouth. It had little to do with the chocolate he had just consumed. The fact she hadn’t even taken off the silver lensed glasses made it feel like she was sitting even taller than usual.

She leaned forwards, and her jaw tightened, something in her neck pulsing.

“Freddie…. before you go asking questions….. I don’t care what the weather is like. I don’t care what you’ve been doing this morning. I don’t care what you’ve been watching on tv. I don’t need the small talk. You will be allowed to speak freely only once I am balls deep inside you, understand?”

He could barely get a response out of his mouth.

“Y….yes.”

Her nostrils flared, lowering her voice as she leaned across the table so even more of her cleavage was open for him to salivate over.

“Good. Now, we’re leaving….You can either stay here and finish your coffee alone…. or you can come and get fucked.”

He glanced around the shop where almost every pair of eyes were flitting between their coffees and the gorgeous blond and her pet. Behind him, the coffee woman dropped a metal stirrer on the floor, which clanged as it bounced, too busy staring with molten jealousy at the young man speaking to a demi-Goddess, trying to pick up each word being spoken.

His mouth moved, but his throat felt like it had tightened up.

“….”

Jane raised an eyebrow, a smirk on her face.

‘That’s it… play this out like you don’t want this dick.’

Freddie felt a hot flush come to his cheeks, managing a bashful smile.

“Yes… uh, yeah...”

Jane licked her lips.

She took his hand and pulled him up from his seat, away from the disbelieving faces of the businessman and students who eyed Jane’s ass as it walked away with longing.

The glances they gave to Freddie were less than savoury.

‘I wonder what they’d think if they knew what being closed with Jane really meant…’

Once again he searched for any trace of her bulge, but found only bruising thighs and quads.

Her hand was firm, and Freddie felt demure excitement coursing through his veins as the door tinkled, and then they were walking through a beautiful, sweltering summer day.

He watched her ass swaying, making the jeans she was wearing worth every last dollar that she paid for them and more, eyes from all sides of the street straying to her and the young man being led like a child down the sidewalk.

It was embarrassing, and yet he clutched her hand like it was leading him to the promised land.

‘Why do I like it so much when she takes control?’

Making their way across the square, they stopped beside a shop ringed with vines, proudly displaying rich tapestries of colourful flowers arrayed in buckets.

Jane observed some for a moment before picking out a simple red rose, and Fred squeezed her hand.

“Oh.. would you like-?“

Jane pressed a finger up against his lips.

“No. Not for me. You got me chocolate… I want to buy you something.”

“Oh, well you don’t-“

“I will not allow my bitch to out-spoil me.”

The way she said ‘bitch’ so snappily had something gooey in his spine melting, and she walked inside and returned moments later with a full bunch of bright red flowers, handing them to him.

“Here bitch.”

He took the bouquet, bashful.

“Oh J-Jane.. you didn’t have t-“

She leaned in, teeth bared in a rather terrifying smile.

“What do you call me?”

The breath left his chest as he struggled to deal with the wooziness clouding his head.

“S-sorry….Thank you, Mommy.”

He could barely keep his head together as she stood far closer than necessary, forcing him to look up past her breasts.

“You’re damn right boy…. You’re gonna give Momma everything tonight, right?”

Fred’s knees were doing their utmost to collapse, his brain working overtime to keep himself upright.

“Well.. how do you.. mean?...”

Her face became lined with furious passion.

“Ev-ery-thing,” she whispered.

As he felt his blood accelerating in his limbs, Jane reached out and grabbed his junk, the large hand enveloping the package between his legs easily.

“Ouf!”

“And I mean…. everything.”

He managed a pleasured mewl as she squeezed.

“Un! Y-yeah….”

“I’m going to work you hard tonight boy.”

“Yuh,” he whimpered, loving the feeling of her lips grazing his cheek, wishing she would clamp them across his own and tongue him to death.

“…..You’re going to be screaming my name.”

She pushed him back against the side of the building, snorting into the valley of his neck, licking it.

“Mmm… Mmmmhh… I’m gonna give you everything you deserve, and you’re gonna love it.”

Her lips brushed his, and he felt the excitement of the kiss that was about to happen threaten to overwhelm him. His mouth opened… and just as he was expecting the kiss to land, Jane pulled back, her face malicious in its twisted grin.

“Follow.”

She turned and gestured with two fingers, not even looking back as she strode away on a catwalk that didn’t exist. The sidewalk had never looked so good under her heels as they clacked.

*Clack-clack-clack*

His eyes lowered unabashedly to her buttocks swaying side to side, before fingering his roses nervously and skating to catch up. Freddie’s pride would have forbade him from following such an order to any normal person… but Jane? Jane was special.

He’d found out the stupid way what potentially losing her felt like, and didn’t want to go anywhere near a repeat.

For a few blocks(?) they walked, sweat beginning to dapple Fred’s brow as he managed to insert his hand into hers and be led onwards, until they stopped outside a sports bar – ‘Macey’s’with various bats and balls surrounding the entrance.

“Here.”

She yanked him inside along with her.

When Fred stumbled in, he was greeted with a round bar in the centre of a sea of empty tables and sports televisions all showing re-runs of last week’s games. Two pool tables sat down one side, and various beer pong, darts and drinking game tables were set up opposite, with booths further on.

Fred made an effort to compose himself.

Jane paused and grabbed him, pulling him close to where he could feel a harsh but enticing perfume invading his nostrils as the silver panes in front of Jane’s eyes reflecting his own desire back at him, her own gaze inscrutable. It made her seem like her stare was inhuman, unblinking, cold.

She grabbed his junk again, and Fred wheezed.

“Careful bitch…. I don’t want you getting too big for you tiny little balls.”

“S-sorry…” he squeaked.

“Sorry what?”

“S… Sorry mama…”

She gently kissed his cheek, barely touching his skin.

“Good boy.”

With that she squeezed his rock-hard package, begrudgingly letting him go before dragging him by the arm to the bar, the bartender looking up in disgruntled surprise at the odd pair.

“Two Chalkston beers please,” Jane said.

“Ch-chalkston?” Fred managed, finding it hard to pull his eyes up to her face having stared at her ass the entire way to the bar.

“Tut tut… It’s the best local beer for miles around… did your parents teach you anything at all apart from how to look cute?”

Fred felt his cheeks flush profusely, his hand still locked in hers.

“Um… yeah…”

“IDs.”

Jane looked up in surprise.

“Excuse me?”

The authority in her voice and incredible physique of the woman in front of him made the man do a double-take. He’d seen twenty-year-olds this hot, but definitely not twenty-year-olds with this much command of a situation, and upon closer inspection realised that the woman did in fact show the slightest signs of aging around her eyes.

“Ah.. ID….. for him,” the bartender managed, rubbing his beard awkwardly.

He peeled his eyes at the gormless young man alongside her. Why was she hanging out with this clown?

Jane smirked.

“Of course…”

She held out her hand. Fred’s cheeks hot as he fumbled for his wallet, extracting his driving license.

Jane handed it over, and once the man had peeled his eyes long enough, checking it over, he grunted, giving it back.

“Two beers, comin’ up.”

Jane pocketed his license instead of giving it back.

“I’ll be keeping this.”

“O… okay…”

Whilst they waited, she turned into him so her leg was making contact with his crotch, not enough that it was uncomfortable, but enough that it rubbed just a little against the erection he had been carrying since roughly two minutes after seeing Jane enter the coffee shop.

“I’ll be keeping that, and in fact… why don’t you give me your wallet. No sense in letting my little bitch lose his things, or buy something silly without Mommy’s say so.”

A shiver ran down him as he quelled the urge to hump against her leg.

“Yes Mommy.”

He could feel her stare undressing him beneath the glasses, and didn’t know whether to act demure or excited, overwhelmed by her sheer presence.

‘She’s playing games with me… and I think I love it…’

She leaned forwards to pick something from his hair, and in doing so filled his vision with those glorious breasts. He could see a few freckles hidden away at the top of her cleavage, the same cleavage he wanted to bury his face into.

“I think you like my outfit, don’t you?”

He nodded whilst trying not to stare at the twin sunrise of cleavage filling his vision at eye-level.

“Y-yes…. yeah it’s great..”

“I think your attempt at dressing up for me is…. adorable….. But then, I prefer you to be naked and all on fours for me anyway.”

He whinnied as she butted her leg a little more firmly between his legs, up against him like he was the woman being pleasured instead of her.

“Y-yeah but.. I’d… I’d be pretty cold in here if I was naked,” he managed.

Her tone grew threatening, even as her smile extended wide.

“I could warm you up.”

He swallowed a river of saliva.

“Two beers.”

Fred jolted as the man reappeared, Jane smoothly un-pinning him with her thigh as two perfectly poured beers were placed on the side.

“Thanks.”

Jane flashed her card and paid, taking the two drinks and walking off without another word to a booth hidden in the corner. Fred’s legs just about managed to follow whilst his brain was occupied by the images being drilled into overworked eyes.

Her ass was so peachy it was making him salivate, a bonfire melting his brain into soup.

He knew she was going to fuck him. He wanted her to fuck him. A small part of his brain briefly wondered how the hell she had managed to hide her penis, before settling back to its default setting of daydreaming what she would inevitably do to him with it later.

Fred made to sit down on the opposite side of the table, but a small tutting noise made him pause, Jane gesturing him to slide into her side first.

It seemed baby was getting put into a corner.

He could barely hold himself together as he wiggled into the space, closely followed by Jane who shoved him to the furthest corner, well out of view of the bar, butting him with her side before seating him roughly.

“Yeah, stay right there,” she murmured, sliding his beer in front of him.

A hand came to his thigh and squeezed, before holding up her drink.

“Cheers Freddie.”

“Uh.. cheers,” he managed, clinking her glass as her hand began to rub up and down, moving closer to his already rising crotch.

She stared at him, and for the first time he saw a slight mirth in her smile. Her glossy pink lips seemed to melt into each other every time they met as she added, “to us.”

He met her eyes, and beheld the aura of devilish desire on her face.

“….To us.”

She took a long draught, and Freddie did the same, enjoying the rather citrusy overtone and rich flavour of the beer, licking a little bit of foam of his lip.

“So… looking forward to sucking my cock today?”

He coughed on his drink.

“Oh Yeah… yes.. Mommy…”

She took a long swig of her beer, thoughts impenetrable behind the silver lenses which remained locked on him, before slipping her hand back onto his thigh.

“You wanted to meet up with me so you could get bent over like a little slut?”

He near choked this time.

“H.. Hn… yes…”

Fred felt a warmth in the room that seemed to have followed them all the way from the coffee shop, a hazy excitement as his hands turning clammy, and he had to grip the beer tighter as she squeezed his leg hard enough to begin cutting off circulation.

“Then show me how much you want this dick.”

Her legs went a little wider, her mouth hard and straight.

He placed his drink down and puffed his chest out, putting a hand firmly on her powerful thigh, enjoying the firmness of it, the warmth underneath the rough denim texture of her jeans.

“I missed you.”

She growled.

“Good boy… finish your beer and prove it.”

“Oh yeah? How much did you miss me.”

“Very much… I think… I think right now I’m the happiest man in the world.”

She bared her teeth.

“Man…. a strong word for you, wouldn’t you say?”

“I…”

“You’re not a man. You’re a bitch.”

“I’m… I’m a bitch.”

“Say it again.”

“I’m a bitch.”

“Again,” she snarled, a trickle of saliva appearing at the corner of her mouth.

“I-I’m a filthy little bitch who loves your cock in all my holes….!” he whispered frantically, hoping it wasn’t too loud that the bartender would notice.

A smile appeared on her face like that of a virgin princess meeting her prince charming for the first time.

“I think that’s worth a cheers…. drink.”

She picked up and shoved her glass against his, and they drank.

After a long draught, she placed her empty glass down, before grabbing his and putting it firmly on the table as well, almost spilling some in the process.

“You’ve got some foam on your lip.”

Fred licked his lips.

“Where… Here-?”

Jane leant in and swept him up in the deepest and most saliva-filled kiss he had ever experienced, so sloppy and uncoordinated that she was almost falling on top of him. The glasses hit his face awkwardly and fell away, revealing two eyes scrunched tight as Jane enjoyed his face. Warm spit sloshed between their mouths as her tongue buried itself between lips which were already sucking on the returning invader, eager to invite it inside for a warm bed and some enticing activities. Fred himself closed his eyes, and the only sounds were tiny, muted whimpers and sighs as they explored each other once more, her lips enveloping his.

The moment she broke the kiss was merely to adjust to a better position, almost too afraid to stop in case it ended forever, no thoughts of teasing present as she forced her way back into his mouth, her tongue a swirling tornado, devastating all in its path, bullying his own aside.

It was all heat, and wetness, and relief; a mountain of fears, harboured doubts and awful memories sinking into the background.

The moment she began to climb on was the moment he was reminded how much bigger she was than him. The weight made his thighs ache.

Fred let himself be cast off into the storm, hands coming to guide her on top of him.

It was tricky, but he tried his best to avoid  pressing or touching her cast as she mounted him, his arms wrapping around her hips as she ended up straddling him, towering above. The moment she broke the kiss she saw the proximity between her strapped-up chest and his face, her tits at Fred’s eye level.

She shrugged. Why even bother asking?

Jane mashed them straight into his face, pushing the joyous, sweaty mounds up and around him so he could smell her, taste her, feel her. Fred moaned into the wonderful crevasse of pure woman. He kissed to his right and left, and felt her sweaty, bouncy glans push back against him, the black strap preventing him from sucking on her nipple, but nonetheless reaching a tongue out to lick her breasts regardless, enjoying the soft texture of her skin, the warmth of her.

‘Yes..…’

A hand gripped tight in his hair and began manoeuvring him up and down, side to side, violently smooshing her breasts against his face.

Losing himself in her aura, he reached forwards to squeeze a cock bulge, and found only smoothness between her legs.

His hand slid up and down, but found nothing.

When he managed to extricate some of his face from her bosom and open his eyes, his chin still wedged in her tits, she had a grin on her face.

“How… are you hiding it?” he mumbled into her sternum.

“… Painfully,” she whispered, leaning back to unbuckle her jeans, awkwardly fumbling with one hand in her panties before letting out a moan as something was unfurled from its tucked position, a small piece of tape thrown aside.

Like a magic trick, the rapidly expanding cock appeared like a whale cresting a wave, a pink mushroomed head sitting atop a giant shaft like a lighthouse in his vision, the only thing that he could see for miles.

He stared for a long while.

“… Well?”

“..Hn?..”

His attention was wrested by her expression.

Now her gaze contained a roaring fire, wider than mountains, deeper than oceans, and hot enough to bring a little fear into Fred’s heart.

“… Suck it,” she hissed, her expression near-rabid.

He barely managed to spill the words “Iloveyou,” from his mouth before he was leaning forwards to the cock coming to meet him.

Jane’s eyes bugged out.

“Wait, what did you s-HNNNUHHhhhGGGG-“

It slid quickly through his open lips as Fred pushed to the back of his throat before the wet bands sealed tight to her shift, Jane stopped in her tracks as she was hit by suction and a tight throat at the same moment, barely able to hold in a girlish whimper as Fred began to blow the living daylights out of her cock, the sounds coming from her groin like something out of a swamp as Fred sucked as if his life depended on it.

“GLHGH-GLHGMph-GLH-glhgmph-“

“Ohhh Gggooooddd…”

It was odious.

Disgusting.

Filthy…. and utterly delightful.

Jane felt like she was about to have a heart attack, the control of the situation ripped from her as Fred’s fervent plunging of his face onto her cock sent her straight to the very outer reaches of bliss as she tried to contain her growing moans.

“HNnn..”

She leant forwards, grunting as her cast pushed against the booth wall, using her free hand to support herself. It was rather annoying being in the way, but then considering Freddie was sucking her cock, beggars couldn’t be choosers. She’d take a Freddie blowjob with no limbs at all if she could get it.

He slowed, and for a little moment it was just Freddie getting reacquainted with her hardness, and Jane enjoying the sensations provided by a small, warm mouth, her dick engulfed in eager lips.

*Glh-glh-glh*

It was quiet. Pretty almost, watching him work.

She gazed down with love in her heart, chest fluttering like a hummingbird’s wing as he let out little utterances of need and affection. It only made her appendage harder, angrier… hungrier.

“That’s it,” she breathed, trying her best to keep steady.

‘You’ve got one arm and one Freddie Jane, just stay cool…’

“HNNGUh-!”

She lurched as he increased suction, slathering more greedily up and down her shaft, all the way from base to tip and down again. His lips began to vacuum inwards, and a whole host of new sensations opened up on Jane’s shaft as her legs began to quiver.

“Wha-hhHn-“

Already she could feel herself getting close.

“W-wait… wait….. shit!….”

Her balls tightened, and Jane immediately knew that she was going to blow a serious load, one of many that she had been frustratingly storing within her.

Jane glanced over the booth, nervously checking the bartender whose head was down in his phone, occasionally glancing at a sports game on a TV and looking bored.

She breathed out slowly, trying to compose herself.

“Okay.. okay wow…HNNNNNNn-“

Fred’s tongue was like whirlpool over her crotch, all wetness and lewd sucking that felt like he was trying to detach her womanhood from her body. Jane slumped down on top of him, trying to wrest some sort of control back.

“-HHNNn…. wh-what did you say just n-HHHUHhh-“

Fred felt a healthy dollop of salty, bitter cum spurt onto his tongue, and whinnied, a shiver of submissive delight zipping up his spine as he swallowed down her semen. He enjoyed having an appetiser before the main course.

He began to work the shaft with his hands, swirling the nasty mushroomed head weeping cum into his mouth like a leaky faucet whilst tucking one hand under to play with her balls.

Any words that Jane tried to form were ripped from her by a teasing squeeze of her bollocks, a feisty moan around her shaft which sent ripples of delight through her body, and quickening jerks of his fists around the base of her monument, every inch of her package savoured and salivated over.

She grunted.

Well… he asked for it.

Jane thrust her crotch into his face, the stubble from her pubes (where she hadn’t quite managed to shave everywhere in the rush to get ready) rubbing against Fred’s forehead as she pressed her cock into his throat harshly, Fred spluttering and coughing as she began to fuck his face.

“Think you can *hn*.. control me?” she grunted, her expression fervent, then unravelling into total shock as her Freddie whined into her facefucking and began to push into it.

“OHH SHI-“

Her balls tightened. The pleasure raced up her shaft before she could even think.

“-GUHH-!”

Fred tightened up his throat, lips and fists, squeezing for the freshest, dirtiest woman-juice in the entire world.

Jane’s body went taut, and a tight gasp popped from her mouth as she came.

“-HUH.”

Her cock exploded.

It spurted into his mouth and engulfed his tastebuds in a riot of manly flavours. Salty, tangy, musky cum filled his sinuses, and he whinnied whilst beginning to quaff pints of her baby batter, gulping down thick spoonfuls of her seed as load after load shot all over his tongue.

“MMMmmm… MMMHHGHHLlh-“

Jane trembled as the world blurred.

Her cock throbbed eagerly, depositing a tsunami in his mouth… and his ugly moaning into her insemination pillar was the sexiest thing Jane had ever experienced.

Fred was like a broken animal. He ate her cum like it was the cream filling of a donut, still swirling across her piss-slit as it exploded again and again, loving the pressure of trying to keep up with her moment of ecstasy.

[add something here?] She juddered, and he whined, and more and more exploded into his mouth, each spurt another round of dressing on his cum salad.

He barely spilled a drop.

Finally Jane’s quivering legs slowed.

A single spurt of white liquid sloshed from Fred’s mouth, dripping over his chin as he let the cock slide from his lips.

His jaw ached. His throat felt slightly raw. The smell of a penis was all around him, inside him.

And it was perfect.

She was perfect.

He smiled, kissing her cum-spattered shaft as he looked up into the eyes of the most beautiful woman in the world

“You missed a spot,” she breathed, watching raptly as he gave an apologetic smile and licked his tongue downwards to clean up any tasty morsels remaining from her load hanging off the side of her cock.

“Good boy.”

With that she slumped down, straddling him, and collapsed into his embrace. Their arms came around each other, and for a moment it looked almost like an ordinary, boring pair of lovers hugging, albeit her superior height meant he was more buried in her breasts than her neck crevasse, and Jane leant down for a moment so Fred wasn’t simply speaking to a pair of tits.

“You okay?”

“Hnn… hnn…..”

Her dick was still flopped out in the open, still semi-hard instead of softening as it patted against his shirt leaving a few wet marks on his sternum.