Got to start with the easy chicks

This seemed like the perfect way to bounce back after the rejection Lindsey gave you. If you were going to prove yourself a capable stud, you were going to need a warm-up. It was clear from the very fact that she had somehow gotten ahold of your number just to ask to 'meet' you that she had only one thing on her mind. Well, in any other city you might have been cautious about the possibility that she was some maniac looking to harvest your organs, but in Venusia at least there was only one thing that could be on her mind. You would have to actively being trying to screw this up to not end up in bed with her. With that in mind, you texted her back and gave her your address.

Half an hour passed before you heard a knock on your door. You sprung to your feet from the couch, as eager for this encounter as Danielle likely was. When you opened the door, you were greeted with quite the sight. The brunette stunner had amplified her beauty with stunning mascara and vibrant red lipstick. Her white shirt was deep-cut enough to offer an enticing window to her ample chest, and her short skirt offered a similarly exciting view of her legs. To top off her allure, the scent of intoxicating perfume emanated from her presence.

You could definitely cross out the possibility of her coming to harvest your organs.

"Hello Mr. Doe," purred your seductive guest with a mischievous grin."

"I think you can call me John now," you chuckled as you guided her by the hand into the apartment. "Unless you'd like to call me by something else later tonight."

"We'll see, John," she teased. You both sat down on the sofa beside each other. Her shorts gave you a tantalizing view of her crossed legs. She looked up at you intently. "But first, I'd like to learn a bit about you. What's so special about you? Why were you chosen to be a breeder?"
You were happy to answer. "I imagine that my height had a factor. I'm decently fit too." You playfully danced around the obvious answer on the back of her mind.

"I can see that of course. And it is really nice too. But I figured there must be something extra special about you. Something... extraordinary."

"You want to know how huge my cock is," you uttered with confidence that only a natural gift like yours could provide. "You like playing games, I see. That's fine; so do I. Why don't you guess, Danielle?"

"Oh, I wouldn't really know what to compare it to."
"So you've never had a big dick before?"

Danielle shook her head. "No, I've only slept with one guy before. He was about the length of my pointer finger."

"Guess how much longer I am than that then," you spurred her on.
"Oh, I don't know. Two inches?"

You shook your head.

"Three?" Again the response was the same, and she asked with further shock, "Double the size!?"

"Triple that."

Danielle could only stare at you with wide eyes and a parted mouth. In a word, she was awestruck. Wordlessly, she pressed her hand against your pants, feeling the monstrous bulge snaking halfway down your thigh. She whispered breathlessly, "Holy fuck," as she started rubbing her legs together and biting her red lip.