Victim’s Perspective: Do Some Pumping

Cradling his massive tool, head purple with sinful desires, John decided to do what every red-blooded horny male did when blessed with world altering powers: blow some bitches up...

— Victim’s Perspective —

It was a hot scorcher of a day, a perfect day to NOT go to the store, but I had ****. I’m out of popsicles, and there was no way in hell I’m going to suffer through this heat without something cold and fruity to suckle on.

Thus my sojourn to the store, and already I’m suffering for it. I should be in a bikini right now, not this tank top and yoga pants getup.

I’m grumbling to myself so much that I practically walk right into a wall of muscle and sinew.

“Whoah there, little lady,” a deep voice fills my ears and big strong hands reach out to steady me.

I’m in the breath of my apology when all of a sudden, those strong hands start moving, shamelessly measuring and squeezing me all over, as if judging a prized cow. I could almost feel the disappointment radiating from the prick.

That actually pissed me of more than the blatant and casual sexual ****. So what if I wasn’t blessed like a proper woman? Yeah, I didn’t have a chest so to speak. Yes I was as flat as a board back there, but I had my brains. I had my education, I had my short cropped hair that couldn’t be held for fucking, and I lived in a world that was supposed to respect women.

That should be all that mattered.

Gathering my rage, I looked up to give this mass of male douchebag a piece of my mind, only for my words to die in my throat…

For one simple reason : Hunky Dreamboat.

He must have been over six feet tall, a giant of a man with broad shoulders and thick chest barely contained within his polo shirt; honestly, it look like it was about to give any second, and those jeans looked practically painted on him, especially around that...

“See something you like...” he teased, catching my current gaze.

I blushed despite myself, trying to redirect my gaze back to his own. My little self pep talk seemed to been completely rejected. I wanted that bastard, but knew that my genes were inadequate to pair with his own. “Sorry,” I whispered, accepting my failings as a woman, just wanting to leave so I could cry myself to sleep, “I wasn’t watching where I was going.”

“S’ no problem,” the bull brushed off, both my words and my actions, judging by the fact that his massive muscles still firmly remained on my person, with no obvious intention of letting me go. “You can’t blame yourself. It’s not your fault that you were born with a bimbo-like IQ.”

“Yeah,” I beamed, feeling better as my valley girl accent became much stronger, “I’m like, always bumping into things. I’m sooo klutzy!”

What was I so sad about again?

“It’s not surprising,” the big man nodded sagely, as he started to lead me over to a nearby motel, “with long silver hair like yours, it must get in the way all the time...”

“I know right!!” I gushed as his big strong fingers started running through my locks as they became silky smooth all the way to my butt. “It grows like so fast that I sometimes can’t keep up with it! You’re like sooo smart!!”

“I just tend to notice things,” he smiled, as he drew me in closer to him, “like how those heels of yours might also be causing some balance issues...”

“Yeah, but they’re like sooo pretty,” I justify, thrusting my hips out to show off my new pumps. Of course, since I’m like soo clumsy, I end up tripping right into my beau’s embrace.

“Easy there doll face, I got you…” he grinned, cupping my porcelain face, completely blemish free, with one hand, while his other got busy downstairs.

“Such big pouty lips you’ve got sweetie,” he groaned, as one of his fingers traced said lips. I like, couldn’t help myself; I started suckling his finger with my big juicy lips. “Mmmh…” I moaned around his digit as it sunk into my mouth. “Perfect for sucking lollipops. That’s what I’m like doing out here right now!”

“I can see that,” the Adonis agreed, as his other hand lowered down to my yoga pants to cup my cheeks, “and down here?” He gave me a squeeze, “I bet ‘lollipops’ were made for that ass of yours. How wide are those hips? 45 in?”

“OMG!! How did you guess?” I moaned, swinging my ass from side to side, as the extra flesh ballooned out. “I don’t know how I like managed to squeeze into these yoga pants.”

Which was like no joke. They looked as painted on as my new friends shirt.

“I’ll say,” he nodded, and I whimpered a bit as he withdrew his exploring fingers from my mouth in order to open up one of the motel room doors. It was like soo crazy it was empty and unlocked and ready to go.

Almost like magic…

“I still trying to figure out how you squeezed those M-cups into that tank top.”

“Oh silly! Positive thinking and elbow grease!” I moaned, as his free hand joined mine in cupping my enormous tits as they bursted out of my chest, a mere whisker away from disintegrating my fraying top.

“Right,” he grinned, playing with my uber sensitive nipples. They were like as hard as diamonds. “So what brings you and your tight clothes to a motel like this?” He gestured around our current billet. “Looking for a bull to breed you?”

I gulped and my pants felt dampen in response to his molestations. How did he know? My eyes were locked on to that massive bulge down there, pulsating with each breath the virile man took. He just kept leering at me with those laughing eyes and wandering hands.

“Well sweetheart? Don’t tell me you don’t you get all hot and bothered once you see a man that can reach your trigger button deep within your crevice?”

I started panting, and my hand joined his in twerking my nipples. It’s been so long since I’ve cummed, no one and no toy could make the 24” journey. But that bulge certainly looked like it was up for the job.

“Especially after learning about... your condition...?” He winked at me.

“How…?” I gasped, giving in as this bull’s hands continued to grab handfuls of my tits and ass, pulling me close enough so that bulge of his was pressing against my wet entrance, “like how?”

I couldn’t even finish, given how he was slowly lowering me down to the pulsating bulge…