You have to have it.

As much as your mind tells you that it is a horrible idea, you can’t seem to help yourself. Crossing the room in a cum obsessed frenzy, you click your tactile boost to 10 without even a second thought and lick your lips as every wrinkle and vein of his massive cock seems to come to life in your slender, sexy hand. The owner of the shop walks around behind you and clicks the door locked as you drop down to your haunches and take just the tip into your mouth, savoring the musky taste, and giving it just the most gentile suck, as if priming some kind of machine.

“Well bitch, what cha waitin for?”

You look up at him not quite sure how you got to the point where you want nothing more than this great big cock inside of you, and open your mouth as wide as you are able, your tongue sticking out just past your lip as you give it every thing you have to engulf the massive log. Sadly all you are able to get in is the tip, positive that any more will surely dislocate your jaw. He senses your struggle as you work your hands over his shaft and grabs the back of your head and pushes you down on his cock as hard as he can. It isn’t so much that he is **** you, as you simply can’t get the massive head in. Finally after a few seconds of trying he lets go and your head snaps back and you wipe the spittle from your lips. “Fuck that thing is huge, I can’t do it.”

“Then what the fuck am I wasting my time here for.” He says almost taunting you.

The shop owner there, cock out and ready for action, “Awe she is good at this, just a little rusty I’d imagine. Here you can warm up with mine.” He nearly slaps you in the face with his cock causing you to lick at it almost like a cat reaching for a snack. With a nice slurping gulp you take his meaty shaft down your throat till his balls press against your chin.

“Well lookie there, seems she can take it. Why I am sure you can handle mine if you just try a bit harder now.” He grabs your hair and pulls you back, the cock exiting your mouth with a popping noise, and your sharp intake of breath audible as you suddenly hunger for more. He grabs your face roughly, pulling your jaw open wide and making you almost gag as you try to yell for him to stop. With his fingers brutally in your mouth he turns to the tattoo artist and asks, “Well what do you know, this mouth opens plenty wide, I don’t think she was trying after all.” He lets go of you suddenly, causing you to fall to your ass. You rub your sore jaw and for a brief second you are pissed off, but as you open your mouth to protest his treatment of you, his strong hand is on your hair again pulling you back up and forward till you are on your knees and his massive log is poised in front of your face. “So you gonna suck it or what, bitch?” He demands letting go of your hair.

“Fuck you.” Is all you say as you once again open your mouth as wide as you can and take in the massive piece of meat. This time however he isn’t simply content to see if you can do it. He is determined to make it happen, and god help you if you don’t want to also. His hand on your head forcing you down, you strain and gulp at the massive meal till impossibly it slips into the base of your throat causing your entire body to shudder with the effort. Then suddenly it is like a dam broke or something as your head descends onto him and your throat bulges noticeably as it finds a new home deep within your body. As your upper lip finally bumps into his torso you feel a mix of elation, satisfaction of a job well done, and sadness that there is no more.

He holds it like that for far too long, finally exclaiming as your inner air tank fills your lungs and he gets a slight cold tingle somewhere along his shaft, “Fuck yeah, I don’t believe it.” Pulling back in a long stroke he doesn’t let his head slip out of your throat. He does however begin fucking your throat like a cunt.

“I guess I will have to settle for a real pussy.” You vaguely hear the tattoo artist say as he hoists you into the air and pushes up your dress till your rock hard cock is plainly visible for all to see. “Or not.” He says confused.

“What the hell?” The man fucking your face for so long says as he reads the tattoo artist’s face and looks down. “You have a fucking cock. A fucking cock. Really?”

You can see the mix of anger and surprise on both of their faces.