Getting Him to Sign

The table was set with the hats for a half dozen schools, one of them being his hometown school. The cameras were set up. But Desean was in the back, talking to Elizabeth.

"C'mon, Mrs. King, you can't expect me to sign without a taste," Desean said, rubbing the front of his trousers.

"Desean, we agreed to start that after you sign," Elizabeth said. Young men these days...

"I'm not going to sign if I don't get what I want," Desean said. Ultimatums, Elizabeth thought wearily. Always ultimatums. The leverage was totally out of whack. She reluctantly nodded. He smiled broadly, standing up and tugging off his belt.

He was gifted at more than just the hardwood, Elizabeth thought, her jaw open. It was over a foot long. Perhaps two inches over, though if she'd said that to anyone they'd judge her insane. How on each he'd fit that down his trousers was anyone's guess. He shouldn't even be walking around with this thing. She held it, jerking the length, inspecting it.

"We're on the clock. Suck, Mrs. King," Desean ordered. The brunette beauty clicked her teeth in irritation, then wrapped her soft wet lips around the ebony god's tip. He hissed out, and Elizabeth's big blue eyes stared into his as she took him, inch after inch.

She could deepthroat almost any man. But Desean was the exception. Her lips were spread almost comically across his pole, getting deep down on it, but not at the bottom. When he came, ten minutes before the signing ceremony, it was like a firehose. Elizabeth gasped and coughed, her mouth and throat wrecked.

"Looking forward to getting it on the reggy, Mrs. King," Desean said, smirking.