The Giant

Slowly awakening, you realise you are in a bed once more, you'd grown tired of this now, waking up in a place, getting fucked, blacking out, waking up somewhere new, you just wanted it to end. But here you were, clearly not you again... not yet.

You weren't alone here tiehr, a man loomed beside you, sprawled on his back, his chest rising slow and steady. The sheet barely covers his hips, tented obscenely over the thick, half-hard length of him. Even soft, it’s massive, a heavy curve against his thigh, the flushed tip glistening. Your throat tightens, you'd heard this story.

The story of about how she'd searched out deliberately for a guy with a huge dick, one last chance to figure herself out... and here he was.

Your breath hitches as you shift closer, the mattress dipping beneath your weight. The dim light catches the sheen of pre-cum beading at his tip, the musky scent of him thick in the stale bedroom air. Your fingers hover, she had mentioned it was big, but not this big. Way bigger than she made it sound. The realization coils tight in your gut, bitter as the lie it unravels. His cock twitches against your palm, thick, nd heavy. Your hands grasp it gently, as if you're mesmorised by just how mindboggingly huge this was.

Your breath catches as his eyelids flutter open, bleary with sleep, then sharpen with recognition.

"Oh you ready this time" His voice is thick, gravelly, the same one that had laughed too loud over cheap beer while your girlfriend introduced him as an "old friend," at that party months ago. The memory hits you like a slap: her giggling as she introduced you, his hand swallowing yours in a grip that lingered too long. Now his lips curl into a slow, knowing smirk, his gaze dragging down your body.

"You really blueballed me last night" he murmurs, fingers tracing the dip of your waist, "How about we try again?"

You breathed a slight sigh of relief, the infamous night was behind you, the one you'd heard about, surely, there was escape, you just had to say no.

Your lips part before your mind catches up, drawn to the heat of him, the weight of his cock heavy on your tongue before you can think to pull away. His breath hitches, a rough, pleased sound, as you take him deeper, the thick head nudging the back of your throat. Saliva pools, dripping down your chin as you struggle to accommodate him, your jaw already aching. His fingers knot in your hair, not guiding, just holding, like he’s savoring the way you choke around him.

“Fuck, yeah,” he rasps, "Much better than last night!" The taste is bitter, musky, inescapable.

Your eyes snap open, what the fuck are you doing? The realization floods in like ice water, panic seizing your chest as his cock pulses against your tongue. You jerk back, gagging, strings of spit and pre-cum stretching obscenely between your lips and his tip. His grip tightens in your hair, yanking just enough to sting. You hadn't been told this, you'd been told that she'd just left after it couldn't happen, how it hurt, how she couldn't bring herself to finish.

"Whoa, easy," he chuckles, but it’s dark, edged with warning. His thighs tense beneath you, trapping you between them as you try to scramble away. The headboard digs into your spine.

You choke out a protest, but he just tsks, thumb swiping wetness from your bottom lip. His grip tightens, calloused fingers pressing into the soft underside of your jaw as he guides you back down. "C'mon, you got more in you than that," he rumbles, the thick vein along his shaft pulsing against your trembling lips. You whimper as the swollen head bumps against the roof of your mouth, the sheer girth stretching your lips white. Saliva drips down your chin in hot, slick trails as you manage to take barely a quarter of his length before gagging violently, throat fluttering around the intrusion.

You wondered if this was really what happened after all... or wether this was all you.

Your throat burned as you pull back again, your hands braced against his length. The taste of him lingers, thick and bitter on your tongue. His grip tightens in your hair, forcing your face closer to the angry red head of his thick cock, already glistening with your spit.

I don’t want this. The thought slices through the haze, sharp and sudden.

You gag as he nudges forward, the blunt head pressing insistently at your lips. "C'mon, don't be like last time," he growls, voice rough with impatience. His other hand fists in the sheets, knuckles white. You wrench your head back with a desperate gasp, strands of hair ripping from his grip as you finally break free,but not fast enough. His cock twitches violently, the swollen tip jerking against your cheek as thick, hot ropes of cum spurt across your face in sticky bursts.

The first shot paints your eyelid, thick and searing, forcing your eye shut. The second stripes your parted lips, the bitter-salt taste flooding your tongue as you gasp. You flinch, but he groans, fingers digging into your scalp to hold you still, dragging your forehead back against his throbbing shaft as the last pulses spatter your chin. Now was your chance, as he lay their relieved. The mattress groans beneath you, sheets tangling around your legs as you scramble backward. His cum drips hot down your chin, blurring your vision as you kick free, your heel catching his hipbone hard enough to make him grunt.

"Fucking, much better than last night, but needs word before we try use that cunt again" His hand darts out, fingers grazing your ankle, but you're already rolling off the bed, knees hitting the carpet with a thud that rattles your teeth.

The carpet burns rough against your bare knees as you lurch forward, scrambling toward the dim outline of a door. His laughter follows you, low, amused, as his fingers slip from your ankle.

"Where you think you're goin', huh, come on babe?"

Your breath comes in ragged gasps, throat still raw from him, the taste of salt and bitterness clinging to your tongue. The doorknob is cold under your slick palm, sticky with sweat or his cum, you don’t know, don’t care,as you twist it frantically. The hinges scream as you throw your weight against the door, stumbling into a narrow hallway. As you try collect your thought of this continuing nightmare. everything, once more, goes black.