Big Kelvin

"Listen up, girls," Elizabeth said minutes before opening. "We got a big player coming in today ... name is Big Kelvin. He's tight with the owner of this place."

"What's he look like?" Faith asked, a little too excited.

"No one has told me," Elizabeth lied. "But if his name is Big Kelvin ... I'd be on the look out for the biggest man around."

***

Two hours in, Elizabeth settled down next to Big Kelvin. He was barely five feet tall, Elizabeth thought. Small feet, small hands ... something on him had to be big. The diminutive man looked up at her as she settled down with two glasses of rum and coke.

"Hey handsome," Elizabeth said, her voice a little husky. Kelvin smiled, looking into her blue, seductive eyes.

"Damn, you the hottest thing here," he said, his own voice a little hoarse. She had ten inches of height on him, a pert round ass and large D-cup breasts. Her skin was alabaster white, a rarity indeed in this part of town.

"Ditto, baby. I brought you a drink, I'd love to get to know you better," Elizabeth said seductively.

***

Elizabeth peeled back Kelvin's foreskin, her soft hand moist with lotion, tugging on Kelvin's eight and a half inch prick. He was big where it counted, she thought, pursing her plush lips and wrapping them around the tip of Kelvin's big black cock.

"Fuck, that feels good," Kelvin murmured, his hands in Elizabeth's raven locks, pushing more of his cock into her mouth. Elizabeth started to bob her hand up and down, and Kelvin rested his legs on her back. It was odd, pleasing a man so much smaller than herself, her soft palms rubbing his chest. She pushed down hard, Kelvin disappearing into her throat, her hand sliding down to firmly grip his large nutsac, tugging and squeezing them as her throat massaged his prick. After twenty minutes of gagging, his cock drenched in her spittle, as he started to shoot thick ropes of potent seed onto her face. He laid back on the bed, hidden upstairs in the club, falling asleep. Elizabeth cleaned herself up, then curled up next to him. One part done.

***

Downstairs, Faith looked around desperately. She whispered to Devonte.

"Who could he be? We need to get this done now," she said frantically. She spied a large, barrel chested older man in the corner, getting a lap dance. Him. It had to be him. She strode off purposefully.

"Why don't you let me entertain this gentleman," she told Shanequa, who shrugged, climbing off the man.