Dion

« NO » he said out loud, his determination still strong as he vowed to never inflict this on his beloved Tracy. But as soon as he finished his sentence, his cock throbbed violently, making him gasp in pleasure, a reminder of his demonic curse.

Resting his back on a wall outside, he tried to calm down, thinking of anything unrelated to sex, but his tainted dick always reminds him of the depraved actions with Candice. Suddenly he heard a faint cracking noise coming from his pants. His massive boner was slowly tearing holes into the cheap fabric, filling the air with its smell. Snapping from his thoughts, he moved as fast as he can toward the nearest clothing store, hoping to find something to cover his cock.

The store wasn't very busy - with only one couple about to leave and the female clerk. Dion quickly grabbed the largest, sturdiest pair of pants he could find and a belt before entering an empty changing room. Removing the tatters of this pants and underwear, he noticed that his cock pulsed and almost moved of its own accord. Looking into the mirror, Dion looked the first time at his swollen set of balls. Again, he was boggle-eyed. They were both massive, looking like a pair of tennis balls. He ran his hand over the giant pair of balls and tapped them experimentally a couple of times, almost like testing ripe fruit. Slowly, he realized that they were full to bursting with fluid, making him groan with discomfort. Forgetting where he was, he grabbed his 10 inches staff with both hands and began to jack-off, desperately trying to relieve some pressure.

Meanwhile, Dion’s actions weren’t unnoticed. Brittney the store clerk was moving toward the changing room, cursing about this weirdo doing Gods knows what inside. Maybe he was a shoplifter, or a **** addict. Moving her ear against the door, she heard Dion’s groans as well as a rythmic noise. The determined woman wondered briefly if she should call for help but decided to do it herself. She wasn’t the kind of woman who let other’s take her job, she will kick this weirdo out of the shop herself. Using her key, she quickly unlocked the door and opened it wide, ready to yell at this man.

Brittney’s words didn’t leave her mouth, instead she let out a shriek as Dion’s sudden bolt of precum ended on her face and into her open mouth. Swallowing instinctively, she shrieked in surprise and turned her head only to have another bolt of rich precum coming towards her, this one splattering on her chest.

“Sorry!” Dion muttered as he frantically tried to put his cock into his pants. It was still hard and throbbing, showing no sign whatsoever of going down. He finally managed to put it into one of his trouser legs. With the trunk of his dick bulging from the right thigh of his trousers, Dion scampered out of the store, letting the stunned clerk on her ass, her face and chest covered with his fluid.

Running aimlessly as fast as he could, Dion’s mind was filled with only 2 things : fear and lust. But he couldn’t fuck his wife, al least a shrinking part o of his mind said so.