Makes it grow.

He slowly starts to stroke his cock, spitting on his hand to get some added lubrication, he rubs the whole soft making it nice and shiny with his spit. He takes his time on the head adding some extra spit and working it onto his cock as it slowly begins to grow.

As it reaches the 13 inch mark he starts to shove it into my already agape mouth. I can do nothing but allow him to shove his cock down my throat as I lay there gagging on it. I ****, spit and gag all over his monster, which seems to continue to grow as he easily shoves 6 inches down my throat. Tears start to roll down my face as he rams his monster further and further down my throat.

I try to speech around his monster, asking him to stop, but all that comes out is a muffled sound as he laughs at my futile attempt to communicate. He rams further down my throat, shoving almost 10 inches down, but the amount still remaining outside my mouth seems to have been unchanged.

He finally starts to pull out. He is not holding a 20 inch monster in his hand, half of which is covered and dripping with my spittle. He laughs out load as he slaps me with his monster, a loud and wet smack erupting as he makes contact with my face.

He jumps off the bed and walks out the door as I lay there tied down wondering where he has gone. I lay there in terror and awe, with the image of his monster still vividly present in my mind, his cock in front of me dripping with my saliva, with veins protruding all around it. To my surprise the thought of his cock starts to make me wet.

He returns a few minutes later with a pair of scissors. He uses them to strip me of my costume. He cuts it off and leaves again leaving me in bed with nothing but my visibly wet thong on. He returns quicker this time and stares at me.

“What should we do with you next?” he asks smiling to himself.