Who is this oaf Francine brought? And what is that grotesque bulge?

Rosie grabbed Francine by the chin. The wrestler just raised an eyebrow in curiosity as Rosie drew her face near and glared into her sparkling eyes. "Even now, in your position, you think yourself better than me?" Rosie murmured threateningly. Francine just smirked. "You'll soon know your place." Rosie drew only inches away from Francine, her hot breath tickling her nose. Francine smiled. "Yeah, sat on your pretty face." Rosie narrowed her eyes. Kenny couldn't tell if she wanted to kill Francine or kiss Francine. Probably both considering how things were going. He just watched the intense scene mesmerised when Rosie suddenly snapped to attention and turned his way.

"And WHAT is that? Why did you even bring him?" Rosie remarked at the tied up nerd. Francine drew away as well. "Oh, that's Kenny. He's been helping me out on my way here. He's a BIG help. Like, a REALLY big help. Like, a huge fucking bull-hung help. Like, a-" "I think she gets it, Francine!" Kenny shouted out. "Gets what?" Rosie asked in annoyance. "What are you babbling about? Are you trying to say he's some kind of secret weapon of yours?" Francine blinked in surprise momentarily, then realised the fun she was about to have and faked shock. "W-what? No! He's...he's a nobody! He's not carrying any kind of weapon, so d-don't go check him out."

Rosie smiled nastily and chortled loudly. "HO HO! I've seen through your tricks, Francine. You may have the brawn, but I will always have the brains! Before I have my fun with you, I'll ensure your little secret weapon is disarmed." "Oh please don't!" Francine cried out. "No! Don't search him all over! You'll find it!" She mumbled under her breath. "Oh, you're gonna fucking find it..." "I will!" Rosie said as she walked over to Kenny, clearly hearing Francine muttering but completely ignoring the subtext. She placed her hands on her hips and leaned over, looking right into Kenny's eyes. He looked back for a moment before breaking his gaze in embarrassment. Rosie sniffed in annoyance at the weak-willed oddball tied up on the chair. "A hapless fool, caught in a web beyond his understanding. Whatever she has you carrying, I'll find it, and perhaps I'll use it on Francine herself." "Oh HELL yeah!" Francine shouted out in response. Rosie did not listen.

Rosie began to feel all across Kenny's chest. Her silky smooth hands ran along his arms, his chest, his neck, all over trying to find some wayward weapon hidden away. "Oh..." She mumbled. "Your skin is quite soft for a man." She said, her palm on his cheek. Apparently personal space just wasn't a concept to the rich. But the smooth motions of her hands were more than enough to start waking up Kenny's unique weapon. Out of the corner of her eye, Rosie noticed the movement."A-ha!" She shouted, and dropped quickly down to her knees. Francine was watching intently. "Oh shit! Kenny, she found your weapon already?" She shouted out. Rosie looked very smug. "Hmm hmm. Do not underestimate me." She replied, before reaching out both hands to grip the hardening shaft tightly. Kenny's eyes went wide as Rosie began to fondle and stroke at the monster cock still underneath his pants.

"My word, what is this?" Rosie asked with an open mouth of surprise. "Is it some form of club? It's so warm though...and is it pulsing?" She was intensely curious now. "What have you hidden down here, fool?" She glanced up at Kenny, her bright blue eyes looking deep into his. The position of having the rich cock-stroker kneeling between his legs made his rock-hard shaft ache all the more, which in turn increased Rosie's desire to squeeze it. "It's so hard, but there's a softness to it." She muttered. She sniffed the air while she stroked the huge rod in her hands. "And something is beginning to smell rather nice...what IS this? I must know!" She reached up and began to yank at Kenny's belt. "W-wait!" He tried to say as she tugged and heaved. "No! I demand to know what you're hiding, and claim it for my own!" Francine licked her lips at the sight. "Good luck, princess. You're really gonna need it." "What are you talking ab-" Rosie tried to respond as she finally yanked down Kenny's pants. Her mouth went slack, her eyes bulged like saucers, and she began to drool without meaning to.

What rose before Rosie was a monster cock of epic proportions, throbbing needily and pulsing out drops of thick pre-cum from its drooling tip. Rosie was not ignorant in the ways of sex education, but the concept that the hidden behemoth could be a mans thing was beyond her understanding. "What is that, princess?" Francine shouted out, enjoying every moment of this. "It's...it's a penis..." Rosie answered in a daze, her eyes scanning up and down the thick shaft. "Nah, it's a cock, princess. Say it." "A cock..." Rosie responded. Normally, she would refuse to follow orders out of sheer principle, but the sudden cock-lust rising within her made her susceptible to orders. "That's my weapon, right there." Francine grinned. "You still want it for yourself? You gotta make it yours the fun way."

Rosie managed to drag her gaze away momentarily to glare at Francine. "I-I am fully aware of what I need to do! Do not rush me!" In truth, Rosie did not HAVE to do anything, but the very concept of not stroking and sucking this monster cock was completely lost to her. She gripped tightly at the base, and began to work her free hand up and down the length of the shaft. She began to pant as arousal welled up within her. She licked her glossy lips, her blue eyes lidded, and the desire to be filled to the brim with thick, oozing jizz began to overtake her mind, whether she meant it or not.

Kenny began to realise something was weird as soon as Rosie began to work on his shaft. He thought of Francine, who handled his monster shaft like a total pro, and realised Rosie was the total opposite, but in a different way. As Rosie placed her hands together in a tight hold and began to pump long lengths of Kenny's cock with a gaze of adoration and cock-lust in her eyes, he realised he was already holding back a thick blast of cum. As a thick droplet rained down, Rosie reached forward, and it fell right into her waiting mouth. She swallowed, and her gaze went hazy. "It's...it's delightful..." She murmured. Even Francine looked amazed at the change from innocent heiress to cock-dazed slut.

Like a twisted instinct, Rosie realised she needed to fondle Kenny's huge, cum-filled balls. She knew deep down that this was the best way to generate more delicious jizz for her to gulp down. She also realised just how tasty the cock-head must be. So with a quick movement, Rosie began to rub Kenny's balls with one hand and lowered the tip in her eager, waiting mouth with the other. She suckled tenderly on the cockhead, sipping up pre-cum like Darjeeling tea, a look of utter satisfaction on her face. As she sucked away, she took both her hands and resumed her harsh pumping motions, like she was trying to milk the giant cock before her. She opened her eyes, and looked deep into Kenny's with a look of total submission on her face. Kenny realised what was going on as she did. Francine was an experienced cockwhore who had taken whatever dick she wanted many times. But Rosie was different.

Rosie was a totally natural cock-slut, and she was being claimed by Kenny's monster shaft right here, right now.