MassiveMonsterCock arrives

The black guy was even more intimidating in person. He was taller than you, broader, with a presence that seemed to suck all the air out of the room. He introduced himself as Marcus, but the name didn't stick. In your mind, he was just MassiveMonsterCock, a walking, breathing embodiment of the fantasy that had brought you all here.

You offered him a beer, your hands shaking so much you nearly dropped it. He took it with a casual nod, his eyes already scanning the room, his gaze landing on Alex with a predatory intensity that made your stomach clench.

Alex, for her part, seemed to blossom under his attention. She was wearing a little black dress that hugged her curves, and she was a vision of nervous excitement. She sat down on the couch next to you, but her body was angled toward him, a silent invitation.

After a lot small talk, he broke the bubble. "So," Marcus said, his voice a low, smooth rumble. "You two ready to have some fun?"

You looked at Alex, searching her face for any sign of hesitation, any last-minute doubts. But all you saw was a flicker of pure, unadulterated lust. She nodded, her lips parted in anticipation.

You took a deep breath and gave a small, almost imperceptible nod of your own. The die was cast.

Marcus smiled, a slow, predatory grin that didn't quite reach his eyes. He stood up, and it was then that you saw it, the tell-tale bulge in his jeans, a promise of the massive cock that was waiting to be unleashed. He held out a hand to Alex, and she took it without hesitation.

He led her to the center of the room, and you watched, your own cock a hard, aching presence in your pants, as he began to undress her. His hands were sure, confident, as he slid the straps of her dress down her shoulders, revealing the lacy black bra you'd bought her for this exact occasion.

You were a spectator now, a voyeur in your own living room, watching as another man claimed your girlfriend. And as her dress pooled at her feet, leaving her in just her bra and panties, you knew there was no turning back.

"You can take those off," Marcus said, his gaze fixed on your crotch. "And you can watch. For now."

You did as you were told, your hands fumbling with your belt as you freed your own hard cock. It was a pale imitation of the monster that was now pressing against the fabric of Marcus's jeans, a stark, undeniable reminder of what was to come.

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