.. tend to my balls while I'm driving?"

At that point, John wasn't even surprised by her command, nor did he hesitate to get into position. The rest of his days would be spent doing such tasks, so it made sense for him to try and get use to it early on. It took him a moment to squeeze into position as his hand was sandwiched between her gut and the dashboard. Seeing his discomfort, Khloe was quick to move her seat back to give him more room to work. As her hand reached for the rim of her sweatpants, a thought popped into John's mind.

"Hey, is this really such a good idea to do this while you're driving? I mean... isn't it a bit.... distracting...?" John said softly, his voice petering off once as Khloe looked down at him with a blank stare.

"Nah, don't worry about it. Most of my time in the car is spent jerking off anyway. I'm good at multitasking" she said with a snicker.

John's attention was brought back to her crouch as her mighty phallus flopped onto his face with an audible slap. In all the time he had been **** to endure it, he still couldn't get over just how huge her cock was. Even if she managed to find someone who could get past her horrible hygiene and domineering attitude, he had a hard time believing that they'd stay with her after seeing the beast that laid between her legs.

A meaty hand grasped on the back of John's head, pushing him forward until his nose was buried underneath her sweaty ballsack, which somehow still looked as full as ever despite her claiming to have emptied them. Sighing inwardly, he placed his hands onto her plump thighs and went to work licking her balls. His work ethic and obidience earned him a smile and a caress on the top of his head as he head the van roar to life and take off. Khloe didn't do much to address as he pleasured her, save for the occasional derisive comment or meaningless platitude.

As he sat on his knees with her rancid nutsack in his mouth, John couldn't help but reflect on where his life had taken him. All the years he spent trying to keep his head afloat lead him to being violated by an obese hermaphrodite in an old apartment building while some crazy bitch filmed it for the world to see. What had he done to deserve such a fate? Sure, he wasn't the most pleasant of people and he'd done things in the past that he regretted, the most prominent of offenses being his lack of loyalty toward his girlfriend. Wasn't it enough of a punishment that she left him alone to deal with all these financial burdens by himself? Did he really need to get used like a life sized fleshlight to drive home the point?

His morbid thoughts were broken as Khloe smacked him upside the head. He didn't even need to look at her to know what he did wrong and he quickly went back to sucking. All things considered, it wasn't the worst experience in the word. Sure, the taste was just as repugnant as her dick, but at least he wasn't suffocating on them. He might've been doing a decent job because he could hear Khloe groaning above him. Thick drops of precum oozed down her shaft, dripping onto John's face and making his stomach churn as he envisioned her massive rod shooting it's load into his mouth again.

"S-shit... you're really good at this... mmph~" she groaned as her pudgy thighs closed in on his head, burying his face completely.

"F-fuck... I wish I had you around when I was going through puberty..." she joked as she gave her swelling cock a few strokes. John would've groaned at her poor attempt at humor if it weren't for the walls of flesh that cut off all sound. At that moment, all the only senses that were at use were his taste, touch, and smell, all of which were working against him; The taste of her unwashed balls swirling on his tongue, the feeling of his hands sneaking into her soft, doughy thighs, and the smell of sweat and sex that surrounded him at all sides.

Just when it seemed like it would never end, John was roughly yanked out of his fleshy prison, her balls exiting his mouth with with a wet *pop*. He looked up at was stunned to see Khloe furiously masturbating, her eyes trained on him with a look of feral lust. Before he could do anything, he was pushed forward yet again, only this time his mouth was greeted with her thick mushroom head.

"Open up slut! I've got a nice hot treat ready for ya!" She growled.

John knew it wasn't a request and reluctantly opened his mouth to accept his "treat". He felt her leaking head push past his lips, though was surprised when it refrained from going any further. He had little time to dwell on it as his mouth was suddenly flooded with her bitter, salty spunk. It was almost impressive how much cum she was able to produce, as he could see her dick thicken with each spurt it pushed out. He had **** but to either drink or drown, though the former proved to be rather difficult as she continued to unload more and more into his mouth while he struggled to swallow it all.

By the time it was over, his stomach was bloated with her cum with a small sliver dribbling from the corner of his mouth. He laid on the floor of the van clutching his stomach and groaning in agony while Khloe nonchalantly got unfastened her seat beat and got out.

"Hey. Get up. We're home now" she said gently nudging John until he began to stir. With his stomach as full as it was, he was in no hurry to move but managed to drag himself out of the vehicle. Khloe didn't seem the least bit concerned with him as she waited for him to get to his feet, a smug grin spreading across her face when she heard the faint sound of her seed sloshing around in his stomach.

"I gotta hand it to ya, you really took it like a champ. You didn't spill a single drop! For someone who claims to not wanna suck my cock, you sure do have a talent for it!" she said with a snicker.

"T-thanks... I think..." John muttered, too exhausted to be concerned with her taunting.

"So! What do you think of Castle Khloe?" she asked directing his attention to her home.

John's eyes widened as he looked upon it and saw that it was...