Desire Gets Her Payment [pt. I]

The Big Top heeled beneath a vicious gust, hard enough to rattle the bottles in Buggy’s cabinet. Somewhere behind us, one of Loguetown’s shore batteries boomed through the rain. A few heartbeats later, a cannonball struck the sea off our stern and threw spray across the deck. Rigging groaned, canvas snapped, and boots pounded overhead while Buggy and Alvida shouted competing orders at the crew. Alvida’s voice won. She told somebody to quit screaming and get the torn sail tied down before she used him to plug the hole herself.

Getting us clear of the harbor was captain work. Alvida, Buggy, and everyone who actually knew what the ropes did were still on deck handling it. But Desire was owed her payment and I was wet enough to be done with the storm. I ducked into the captain’s cabin with both of my new minions close behind and bolted the door.

My shirt and trousers clung to me like cold rags. I was about to fuck Desire anyway, so I kicked off my boots, peeled everything from my skin, and left the whole dripping heap beside the door. My cock swung against my bare thigh, softened after the afternoon I’d already put it through but still long enough to draw Barto’s eyes. Desire only smirked. Her free hand closed around one breast and gave it a slow squeeze while she watched my cock sway. She’d spent enough time with it in her mouth to know what was coming.

Desire came up beside him with rain shining along the tall, flame-shaped crest of her red hair and her long pipe tucked between her enormous bare tits. The hair at her sides was held close around little blue-and-gold ornaments, then broke into a few thick, curling locks beside her cheeks and neck. Her coat hung open as usual, offering no help at all to the pierced nipples shifting with every breath. She looked around the cabin, taking in the wide bed, the red curtains, the ridiculous painted skull over the headboard and the scattered pieces of Alvida’s clothing.

“Damn,” Desire said, giving the room another look. “Isn’t this the captain’s cabin?”

“Was Buggy’s,” I said, leaning my bare ass against his desk. “I threw him out. Now it’s mine and Alvida’s fuck-den.”

Desire’s grin widened. Barto looked from the bed to me and barked a laugh.

I looked at the two of them standing there. My first real minions. I had hired them for the day, but that could be changed whenever I wanted. If Barto became too mouthy, I could fix that. If Desire decided she had gotten enough adventure and wanted to go home, I could fix that too. I could make either of them quieter, meaner, more loyal, or whatever else seemed useful once I thought of it. The possibilities were so large that I could not get my head around all of them yet. For now, I stood naked in my cabin with a tall freak thug and a redheaded bodyguard whose tits were almost as big as her head while Loguetown’s guns tried to sink our ship. That felt like a good start.

Before I told Desire to begin, I reached up and unhooked the earring that did the auto normal effect.

I had considered trying this back in Loguetown. The town had Marines around every corner and strangers close enough to cause trouble if one of my ideas went wrong. Here we were safely aboard the Big Top with the cabin door bolted. I set the earring in the shallow drawer of Buggy’s desk and pushed it closed. The other one stayed hanging from my ear. The things I had already said about Desire would remain. She was still my exhibitionist bodyguard-slut, and she had asked me to fuck her before we ever reached the ship. I wanted to see the little catches and surprises that the ‘I’m always normal’ effect usually smoothed away. If either of them took badly to something I did, I could still use the other earring to tell them what was normal and straighten the problem out instantly.

Barto’s narrow eyes followed my hand. “Ain’t those the earrings you were so mad that that hot ass Nami chick stole?”

“Yep. This one was pinching though… plus it’s normal for you two to never touch my earrings or even ever think about them, right?”

Barto nodded. “Right. Never touch your...”

He stopped. His eyes shifted toward the desk drawer, but whatever he had been about to say disappeared before he reached it.

“Your what?” he asked.

Desire frowned at him. “Why were you asking about Nami?”

“She stole something from him.”

“What?”

Barto opened his mouth, stared at me, then looked around the cabin as though the answer might be lying on the floor. Even the irritation drained from his face while I watched.

“Fuck if I know.” He scratched his chin. “What the hell were we talking about?”

Desire’s gaze slid past the gold still hanging from my other ear without catching on it. She shrugged, making both enormous tits roll against each other. “Me getting paid, probably.”

“Right.” Barto grinned again. “Get naked, Des.”

“Fuck off-” she started but I cut her off, “Nah, He’s right.”

I pointed at the open space between the desk and the bed. “You wanted your payment. Strip for it. Slowly.”

Her eyebrows climbed. With the other earring in place, people generally stepped straight into whatever I wanted as if I had asked them to pass the salt. Desire stood still for a heartbeat, pipe resting between her tits, while she decided what she thought of being ordered to perform before I even touched her. One hand rose to cup the underside of her breast, fingers sinking into the flesh as she pictured it. Then one corner of her mouth curled.

“Payment usually means I get serviced,” she said. “Now I gotta entertain you first?”

“You want the dick or not?”

“What do you think?” She took the pipe from her cleavage and laid it across Buggy’s desk. “All right. Sit back and enjoy having a woman work for your attention, skinny.”

I frowned at the moniker but that little bit of pushback pleased me more than instant obedience would have. Desire was still doing exactly what I wanted, and I got to watch the idea settle into her before she chose to play along. I folded my arms and let her make a show of it.

She started with the long coat, rolling her shoulders until the wet leather slid down her arms and dropped behind her. It changed less than a coat should have because her breasts had already been completely exposed, but the removal left her statuesque body bare from the waist up, her high red crest still standing while the curled side-locks bounced against her cheeks and shoulders. She planted her boots wide to compensate for the rolling deck, raised both arms over her head and let her hips find the rhythm of the ship. Her breasts swayed a beat behind the rest of her, too heavy to follow quickly, the pierced pink nipples tracing slow circles through the air as she turned.

Barto gave an appreciative whistle. Desire glanced over her shoulder and caught him staring.

“You’ve seen them before,” she said.

“Yeah, and they’re still fuckin’ huge.”

“Then make yourself useful.” I nodded toward her. “Get behind her.”

Barto’s grin widened, though he looked at Desire before moving. She answered with a small shrug that sent a deep ripple through both breasts. He stepped in behind her, his towering body closing around hers, and set his hands on her waist. The first squeeze was almost careful. Desire snorted and pushed her ass back against his groin.

“You planning to dance with me or measure me for a coffin?”

That was enough encouragement for him. His palms slid up her stomach and covered as much of her breasts as his big hands could manage. Even Barto could not hold all of them. Thick flesh bulged between his fingers as he lifted and kneaded, making her piercings bob. He caught one ring beneath a knuckle and Desire slapped the back of his hand hard enough to crack through the room.

“Watch the metal, dumbass.”

“Could’ve warned me.”

“You’ve grabbed them before.”

“Usually I’m busy with the rest of you.”

Their ease with each other was obvious, but so was the fact that neither of them had expected me to arrange them like this. I liked watching them figure it out. Desire rolled her ass over the front of Barto’s trousers as she worked open her belt, and he responded by squeezing her tits together until the nipples nearly met. She bent enough to push her pants down over her hips, showing me the full curves of her ass and the small black strip of her panties buried between her cheeks. Barto’s hands followed the movement, dragging her breasts upward before letting them drop. They struck her belly with a heavy double bounce.

Desire stepped out of her pants, kicked them toward the wall and hooked both thumbs beneath the sides of her underwear. Her eyes stayed on mine while she worked it down a little at a time. Dark red hair appeared first, followed by the thick lips of her pussy already shining between her thighs. She turned before the cloth reached her knees, bent over and shoved her ass back against Barto, making him grunt as she ground her bare ass against the hard shape trapped in his pants.

“He’s ready,” she said. “You paying both of us tonight?”

“He gets what I leave him.”

Barto laughed, showing every sharp tooth in his mouth. “That’s what I signed up for, boss. I got no pride when there’s a wet pussy at the end of it.”

“Yeah, we know,” Desire said. “Get your pants off.”

He blinked down at her. “Thought this was your show.”

“It is. Now get it out.”

Barto looked offended at being ordered around. That lasted until Desire turned in his arms, dropped into a squat and opened his trousers herself. His grin returned as she pulled the cloth down and freed the same cock I’d watched him use on the shopkeeper while Desire knelt between my legs. It was about seven inches erect, straight and normally thick, with a compact sack beneath it. After all the cocks I’d seen during the Buggy Pirates’ party at Kaya’s mansion, I knew it was perfectly respectable.

Desire wrapped one hand around him, stroked twice and glanced at me before taking the head into her mouth. Barto’s hips jerked. He caught the back of her head, then stopped himself from shoving when she narrowed her eyes up at him. She sucked at her own pace, drawing him deeper until the head bumped the back of her mouth, letting him out with a wet pop, then repeating it while her free hand worked his balls.

“Fuck, Des,” Barto groaned, his voice already roughening. “Since when do you put this much work into warming up?”

Desire released him with another wet pop. “Since I found an audience worth impressing.” She dragged her tongue along the underside of his cock and gave me a knowing look. “Try not to finish before the main act gets here.”

By the time I pushed away from the desk and walked over, my cock had swollen to full hardness. It projected from my groin at its usual downward slant, rigid but far too long and thick for the erection to lift horizontal.

Standing that close to Barto made the comparison even better. He towered over me, more than seven feet of broad shoulders, hard muscle and jagged teeth. Beside him, I looked more like his scrawny underling than his boss.

Once both cocks were out, the balance shifted hard in my favor. His respectable dick looked almost unfinished beside mine, like somebody had laid a sausage next to Alvida’s iron mace. My balls hung beneath the massive shaft in a loose sack, each one swollen enough to make Barto’s entire package look small.

Barto stared. His hand remained on the back of Desire’s head, forgotten.

“Up close, that is some bullshit,” he said at last. “Ain’t any reason for you to have that while lookin’ like you do.”

“Jealous?”

“Course I’m fuckin’ jealous. Look at it.”

He sounded genuinely aggrieved. I grinned up at him. He could probably fold me in half with one arm, but standing there with both cocks out, I had the part that counted and he knew it too. For once, looking up at a stronger man made me feel like the boss.

Desire let Barto’s cock slip from her lips and laughed. “Quit whining. You still get used.” She reached for me, needing both hands to lift my shaft comfortably, and pulled the two cocks together. My broad head rose past Barto’s navel while his ended well below mine. She pressed them side by side, stared for a moment and began laughing harder. “Fuck me, Barto. I know you’re hard, but beside him you look like you’ve barely started.”

“Oi.”

Desire gripped my cock in both hands and swung its broad head gently against Barto’s. The lazy slap bent his much shorter, thinner shaft toward one hip. When it sprang back, she cuffed it the other way, then pressed mine across the top and made his cock bow helplessly toward his balls. She kept bullying it from side to side, my arm-thick length barely shifting while his ducked and twisted beneath every blow like a little animal trying to stay out of a much larger beast’s path. Barto’s face tightened with outrage, but he couldn’t stop staring, and that only encouraged her to keep playing.

“Look at that,” she said. “Your whole dick disappears.”

“Keep laughin’. You’ll be beggin’ for mine after that monster tears your insides loose.”

“Begging? More like not mindin’ cause I’m not feelin’ anything.”

She looked from Barto’s cock to mine, grinned at the absurdity and pressed her thighs together. My cock jumped in her hands.

I reached for the thick base of her crest. Desire caught my wrist before my fingers closed.

“Don’t pull my hair.”

“I’m your boss.”

“Sure. That gets you my mouth, my tits, and pussy..” She removed my hand from the carefully swept crest and planted it against the back of her neck. “That doesn’t mean you get to fuck up my hair, you know how long it takes to get this style right? Grab me here.”

She said it like she might break my fingers if I made her repeat herself. The missing earring had left me with the real answer, and I found I liked that too. Desire wanted my cock without becoming meek for the rest of me. I’d take care of that in a bit.

I gripped the back of her neck and guided her toward the bed. She climbed onto it, then rolled onto her back when I tapped her shoulder. Her breasts spilled outward against the blanket, each mound spreading wider than her head. I straddled her hips and lowered my cock between them. My balls settled onto her stomach, the sack covering her navel and hanging toward the lower curve of her ribs.

Desire sucked in a breath. “Shit, even those are fuckin’ ridiculous.”

I dragged them down her belly as I pushed my cock forward between her breasts. The head emerged beneath her chin, wet with my precum and the fresh saliva she had smeared across it while comparing us. On the backward stroke, my balls rolled over her navel and the base of my shaft disappeared between the deep mounds. Her nipples scraped along my sides, the metal rings clicking faintly whenever Barto’s hands pressed them together.

He had climbed onto the bed above her head. His knees framed the backward sweep of Desire’s red crest while the shorter curled locks lay against her jaw, and his cock rested along her forehead with the tip pointing toward the bridge of her nose. He leaned down and took a breast in each hand, gathering their weight around my shaft.

“Fuck, boss,” he muttered. “Your cock’s so thick I can barely get her tits closed around it.”

“Squeeze harder then” I ordered as I snorted at the sheer novelty of involving another guy in my sexual adventures.

Barto looked up at me as if checking whether I really expected him to my orders in this situation, then glanced down at the sight between his hands. Lust won quickly. He mashed Desire’s breasts inward until they formed a tight channel around me. I drove through them, the huge head appearing and disappearing beneath her chin while Barto’s smaller cock bounced against her brow. Desire opened her mouth whenever my crown came close, catching it with her tongue before I pulled back. On the next thrust I pushed far enough for the head to cover her lips and nose. She laughed around it, the sound turning into a muffled grunt as my balls dragged over her belly again.

Barto gave his cock a few strokes over her face. “Gonna be great once you’ve got her all loose and sloppy.”

Desire turned her head enough to bite lightly at his shaft. “Keep calling me loose and you can jerk yourself off in the hallway.”

“Boss promised.”

“Boss ain’t the one whose pussy you’re trying to borrow.”

I liked hearing them argue over what I’d already decided. I kept fucking her tits until sweat shone across Desire’s chest and my cock had painted both breasts with precum. Barto followed every thrust with his hands, squeezing and lifting, sometimes losing his grip when the ship lurched under us. The shore batteries continued firing, though each boom sounded a little farther behind us. Somebody ran across the deck shouting about a loose line. Buggy screamed back that captains did not tie ropes, and Alvida called him something that made Desire laugh so hard my cock slipped from her cleavage.

That was enough playing.

I pulled Desire onto her side near the middle of the bed. She faced Barto while I fitted myself behind her. Her lower breast flattened beneath its own weight, spreading across the blanket, and the upper one piled on top of it in a thick mound. I caught her upper leg behind the knee and raised it until her thigh pressed against my chest, opening her pussy to both of us. Barto sat near her face, stroking himself and looking between my cock and the wet pink lips waiting below.

Desire reached down to spread herself. Her confidence held while I rubbed the broad head through her slit, smearing her wetness over a crown that covered most of her opening. When I pressed forward and her lips began stretching around me, her eyes widened.

“Hold on,” she said. “That feels bigger than it looked.”

“You had it in your hands.”

“Hands don’t have bones around the hole, asshole.” She took a breath, gripped the blanket and pushed her hips back. “I said I wanted paid. Give it to me.”

I drove in.

Her whole body jerked. The head forced her pussy wide with a thick, wet gulp, and my next thrust sent several more inches through the tight clutch behind it.

“Nnngh! Aah, fuck!”

Desire grabbed Barto’s thigh and dug her nails into the muscle. The cry held real alarm and hearing it sent another hard throb through my cock. I was straddling the leg she had stretched across the mattress, with my knees planted on either side of her thigh. I kept her other leg pinned against my chest and drove forward again, rougher this time, letting the roll of the ship throw more of my weight behind it. My balls dragged along the wet skin of her lower thigh as I pushed into her, and her ass shook beneath my pelvis with most of my cock still outside her.

“Fuck! Tsujo, wait, wait, you’re splitting me open!”

I stopped with my cock throbbing inside her and watched her pant through clenched teeth. Her blue eyes stared at the bed in front of her while she tried to get herself under control. Then she tightened her grip on Barto’s thigh, braced herself and pushed her hips backward another inch.

“I didn’t say take it out,” she gasped. “Just give me a second to figure out how the fuck I’m supposed to survive it.”

Barto barked a laugh, though it sounded thinner than usual. He leaned over her raised thigh to stare at the place where we joined. “Fuck, Des, look at your pussy! It’s so wide I could shove my fist in there. Shit, maybe my whole arm.”

“Then keep your goddamn arm away from it.”

I tightened my grip beneath her knee and started fucking her again before she had completely caught her breath. Desire called me an asshole, but her pussy only got wetter as I forced more of myself inside. Her cunt lips dragged down my girth and stayed stretched around it, glossy and swollen, while more of the shaft disappeared into her with every thrust. Her juices collected around the base and churned into pale froth, clinging to my cock and bubbling out around the stretched ring of her pussy. Every time I pulled back, that creamy foam smeared down my underside and over my hanging sack. My balls dragged it across the back of her thigh while she began pushing back against me in small, desperate rolls of her hip. Her tits slid over each other on the blanket, the upper one bouncing against the lower with every thrust of my hips.

“Oho! Get a look at this, Barto.” I pulled out far enough to show him the creamy froth coating my girth, then shoved it right back through those clinging pussy lips. “What a plump and juicy pussy! She was just screaming that I was splitting her open, and now she’s soaking my cock and fucking herself back on it. Bet I make her cum before I even get halfway in.”

“Uhn! Uhhhn, you bragging little shit!” Desire cried, the insult breaking apart when I struck deep again. “Ah! Ahhn! Fuck, fuck, right there! Nnngh!”

Her first orgasm hit while more than half my cock was still outside her, just like I said it would. Desire’s angry swearing collapsed into a long, rolling “Oooohhh, fuuuck!” as her pussy clenched around my shaft in hard ripples. She buried her face against Barto’s thigh and bit down hard enough to make him yelp.

I straddled her extended lower leg while holding the other against my chest. My heavy sack hung over the thigh trapped beneath me, dragging along her skin whenever I withdrew and rolling forward again when I pushed. I kept fucking her through every contraction, squeezing more wetness out around my cock until the froth ran over my low-hanging balls and painted a creamy streak along her thigh.

The orgasm finally released her. Desire managed two ragged breaths before I pushed another inch deeper and started the next one.

“You seeing this?” I asked Barto. “Toughest woman in your gang is creaming down my balls, and I haven’t even put half of it in her yet.”

“I’m fuckin’ seeing it, boss.”

I kept feeding my cock into her. I could pull back farther than Barto’s entire length without letting the head leave her, then drive forward and end every stroke a little deeper than the last. The distance between my body and Desire’s ass slowly narrowed, but plenty of shaft still separated us. My balls continued dragging along her lower thigh instead of striking her pussy.

“This is fuckin’ insane,” Barto said. He had stopped laughing. His hand worked his cock in slow strokes while he watched the exposed length disappear a little at a time. “Boss, where’s it all going?”

I could see the answer forming beneath Desire’s skin. Her stomach had begun to rise. At first it looked like a little lifting of the soft flesh above her pelvis. As I pushed deeper, that little movement thickened into a long bulge that climbed through her belly. It sank whenever I withdrew, then rose longer and higher with the next thrust.

Barto pointed with his free hand. “There! I can see the bastard. Des, he’s in your belly.”

“I can fucking feel him in my belly! Aah! Ahh, fuuu-uuuuckk!” Her voice had climbed higher than I had ever heard it. The hard, cool woman from the street was disappearing under the strain. She clung to Barto with both hands, eyes wet and wide as I drew back and drove the bulge upward again. “Tsujo, slow down. Nnnh, please, just slow down. It feels like you’re going to come out my mouth.”

Barto’s face lit with sudden recognition. “All the Way Through!”

“What?” I grunted.

“Heard about it from a guy down by the fish market. Said there’s some Fish-Man whose dick comes right out a human woman’s mouth when he fucks her. Thought he was full of shit.” He bent close to Desire’s face, excitement fighting with concern. “Open up, Des. Maybe we’ll see the head.”

“I’m going to bite you.”

“You’re already biting me!”

I laughed, withdrew several inches and drove deep again. My pelvis remained clear of Desire’s ass, but the bulge shoved higher beneath her skin, pressing into the underside of her ribs before sliding down when I pulled back. Her mouth flew open, though no cockhead appeared between her lips.

“Hear that, Barto?” I worked her on my cock again, watching a rope of foamy arousal stretch from her pussy to the underside of my shaft before snapping across my balls. “Your tough bitch is making all these pretty little noises for me.”

“Ahhn! N-no, I’m not!” Desire lied, then spoiled it with a helpless “Uhh! Uhh! Aah!” as three quick thrusts drove the bulge up beneath her ribs.

She tried to pull her raised leg down, but I kept it pinned against my chest. “Wait! Nnnh, slow down. Don’t stop, just slow the fuck down.” She gulped air and pushed her hips back, forcing herself onto a little more of me despite the panic in her voice. “I want it. That’s what I came here for. Just give me a second.”

“You wanted to find out what a cock this big could do,” I said, breathing hard through my teeth. “You’re finding out.”

Something hot and smug spread through my chest as I looked down at her. This kept happening. The first had been Alvida, back when she was fat and ugly. I remembered the first time I stuck my cock inside all that powerful flesh, how quickly the fearsome captain began shaking and moaning around me, and how good it had felt to discover that even a woman like her could be tamed once I had my great big dick buried inside her. That was where this had started.

Now another dangerous woman was stretched around me, begging me to slow down while pushing herself back for more.

I liked that thought. I liked it enough to make sure Barto understood it too.

“Look at her,” I told him. “All that muscle, all that mouth, and she’s still working herself onto my cock because she needs the last inch.”

I stopped pounding and gave Desire the steady pressure she had asked for. Her nails sank into Barto’s thigh. A continuous, trembling “Nnnnnnnh” leaked through her teeth while my cock pushed deeper and the ridge beneath her stomach climbed toward her ribs.

The exposed length shortened until barely more than an inch remained between my body and hers.

Desire went rigid.

Every muscle I could see locked at once. Her back arched, her lifted thigh kicked against my grip and her pussy seized my cock so hard that it stopped me before my pelvis could reach her ass. For one startled moment I thought something had gone wrong.

Then her whole body began to shake.
The first gush of fluid splashed over my thighs and soaked the bed beneath her. The next came harder. It sprayed forward from her stretched pussy, shot between her legs and struck Barto across the chest and face. He recoiled with a startled curse, wiped one eye and stared at the wet shine across his palm.

“She fuckin’ hit me!” he shouted. “Boss, she got me in the mouth!”

Desire heard none of it. Her eyes rolled toward each other until only thin slivers of blue remained. Her tongue hung over her lower lip. “Aaaaah! Aah! AHNNN!” tore out of her in high, broken squeals that sounded too small and girlish for her body. The noises dissolved into breathless little “uh, uh, uh” sounds whenever her lungs emptied. She dug her nails into Barto’s thigh, then lost the strength to hold on. Her arms flopped against the mattress while her massive breasts quivered and knocked together.

Barto stared at her.

“That’s it,” he whispered.

“What?”

“That’s a Big Dickgasm.” His whisper became a shout. “Boss, you really gave her one! That’s a fuckin’ Big Dickgasm!”

I had to mentally shake my head at this freak reacting with awe to something that I’d spoke into existence only a few hours ago, his head filled with all sorts of stories everyone else remembered hearing about this hilarious thing I’d made up. I just had to grin and push deeper as her pussy tried to crush my cock while she screamed herself empty, head thrown back and tongue lolling as her huge tits jiggled wildly.

The final length pushed through the frantic contractions one slow fraction at a time. Desire released another shriek as the remaining inch disappeared. Only then did my pelvis meet her ass with a heavy, wet slap. My balls swung beneath her pussy and struck the thigh I had been straddling.

“There,” I said. “Now she has all of it.”

Barto stared at the place where our bodies finally met. “You got the whole fuckin’ thing inside her.”

I pulled back several inches and drove to the base again. My hips struck her ass a second time, forcing another gush around my cock.

Desire screamed.

I kept fucking her through the Big Dickgasm, using full strokes now that the threshold had already triggered it. Each thrust drove the entire length through the violent clutch of her pussy and sent a hard ripple racing along the bulge in her belly. The froth around my base thickened as her contractions whipped my shaft through all the wetness I had beaten out of her. Creamy bubbles packed the stretched ring of her cunt and burst beneath my balls whenever my pelvis met her ass.

Desire squirted again and again, splashing Barto, the blanket and the painted wood beside the bed. Her face had emptied of everything except the orgasm. Saliva ran from the corner of her mouth. Her tongue stayed out. Her eyes wandered uselessly while the rest of her bucked around me.

“That’s it!” I shouted over her. I was showing off now and did not care. “Watch her take the whole thing, Barto. Watch what my cock does to a slut!”

“I’m watchin’, boss!”

“Aaaahhh! C-cock! Ohhh, fuuuck! Ah! Ah! AHHN!” Desire wailed back at both of us, whether she understood the words or not.

Barto stared as if he had forgotten how to breathe. His hand still moved on his cock, faster now, driven by whatever he was seeing. When I slammed fully inside again and Desire convulsed around me with a scream that cracked her voice, Barto’s hips jerked. Cum shot from his cock without warning and striped the upper breast piled in front of him. A second rope struck her nipple and caught on the silver ring. He looked down in surprise, realized he had come and kept stroking anyway.

“Holy shit,” he whispered. “You really did it.”

The grin had fallen from his face. He watched me over Desire’s twitching body with an open, hungry amazement that made him seem younger and stranger. He had called me boss all day because it amused him and because I was paying. The next time he said it, the word carried weight.

“Boss,” he said, louder. “That was one of those things assholes lie about in bars. Nobody can really do that.” He looked down at Desire, who was still squirting weakly around my cock, then back at me. “You did it.”

“Course I did.” I rolled my hips, drawing one last hoarse “Nnnaaah” from Desire and squeezing a fresh collar of froth around my cock. “Look at the woman I had to work with. Big tits, fat pussy and too much pride to quit. She was made to be fucked by a cock like mine.”

His sharp-toothed smile returned, wider than before. “That was fuckin’ incredible.”

The minute-long orgasm finally began to release her. Desire sagged into the bed, panting with her tongue still hanging out. Her pussy continued fluttering around me in small aftershocks. Barto’s cum ran down the curve of her breast, crossed the nipple and vanished into the crease between the two heavy mounds. She never noticed it.

I had barely begun to sweat.