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Chapter 6 by FauxBate FauxBate

Who do you choose?

The Asian waitress

Leaving Roger in his own puke, you confidently stride forth from the bathroom. Nothing has ever given you such a rush of alpha-maleness as the huge tool you now wield, and your eyes scan the lanes and benches with calm assuredness that your virginity will soon be a thing of the distant past, and so long as you're more careful than the idiot you left behind, a distant memory you'll drown in all the pussy, ass, and mouth you could ever want for years to come.

The lust enkindled by the thoughts of the debauchery that awaits you is cooled only when your eyes rest on Amy, still sitting patiently alone, playing on her phone. She hasn't yet noticed your return, and you suddenly realize you must succeed where Roger failed. You must use this power to sate yourself, yes, but your goal should be the love of the sweet young thing you've pined over for so long. If Roger could get so close with only his cock and jawline, surely your new dick and years of history will do the trick. But first to show off.

You walk casually up to Amy, standing with your impressive bulge mere inches from her head. As your shadow is cast over her, she quickly turns her head in your direction and accidentally brushes her cheek and lips against the straining hardness of your rod. Her cheeks color deep pink in an instant, a beautiful contrast to her pale skin, and her deep green eyes look up at you with wonder and...something else. Oh yes, there's that sparkle. You now know without a doubt that it was only the huge cock she liked in Roger; seems like this sweet Christian girl is a size queen deep down, whether she realizes it or not.

"I'm...uhh...sorry John." She replies, speaking your name with a new air of reverance. "I never noticed...I m-mean, I didn't notice you were back. Where's, uhm, uhh..." Amy's eyes still shine, and you see her hand subconsciously drifting toward your obscured rod. Then she notices her actions, and quickly pulls away, back to her phone, but with her face flushed a deep crimson. She shuts her mouth and apparently has nothing left to say, lest she betray her religious and moral principles. From your vantage point above her you can see the deep cleavage formed by her breasts pressed tightly together in the yellow dress enclosed in a thin periwinkle bra, only increasing your need to claim her. It seems she'll need some...motivation.

Whipping your head backwards and whistling to get her attention, you motion to the little Asian waitress behind the counter to come to your side with a 'come-hither ' gesture, making sure to squeeze your cock through your jeans with your other hand to emphasize its size. Why shouldnt you utilize her? She's tiny, cute, and you already know her itty-bitty pussy is free for the taking. Her eyes go wide, and despite the dicking she just received, shuffles quickly to stand in front of you.

"Wow," she breathlessly half-moans, "with something so big, and so hard you must desperately need some help." One small tanned hand begins to rub up and down your clothed length before she unzips your pants and frees your cock to the cool air of the bowling alley. "My name is Lin." She idly mentions. Politely, you give her your own name and step out of your pants and underwear, then remove your shirt, all while she ministers to the leaking length of your giant tool. The entire time Amy pretends to browse her phone while you catch her eyes glued to your lewd act, and a small string of drool falling gracefully from between her firm, plump young lips to land in the expanse of her full breasts.

The breasts you're now grasping through Lin's shirt are much smaller, in fact they're practically nonexistent, but much can be said for her hard little nipples. You know they're lighter than the surrounding skin, and they must be very sensitive, as she shudders each time you give them an affectionate flick or pinch. Lin has added her other tiny palm to her handjob now; combined with the feeling of her undeveloped chest in your hands and seeing as how this is the first time you've felt a woman's touch, you know you could pop off at any moment. The question is whether you should break in her little cunt first or let her hands bring you to orgasm.

What do you choose?

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