This egotistical bastard thinks he's all that? Prove him wrong.

"All right, you've convinced me. Get your sexy cock ready for me and wait upstairs ;)"

That was the text that Adrian, Captain of the Les Anna University Football Team, had received from Isabella. He smirked confidently. It had always been just a matter of time before this hot bitch finally got her ass ready for a fuck from his monstrous 4 inch shaft. No! Make that 4 and a HALF! He always got his girl, no matter how many dick pics he had to send, or rumours he had to create, or favours he had to call in. All the ladies loved Adrian, and Adrian loved all the ladies, provided they were a good 8/10 or above. Isabella, for that matter, was a solid 12/10, and as he poured a glass of (lowest price) wine for her, he smugly added his "special ingredient", a small pinch of a little **** that was gonna make this a real night to remember for him, but not for her. He sat back on his chair and waited, until the door slowly creaked open.

Isabella walked in slowly, her gorgeous long legs casually striding in to the room. She calmly closed the door, and looked up at him, her face partially covered by her cap, and her plump, glossy lips pursed in a kiss. She had her arms behind her back, her chest pointing out towards him. She looked like a model, like a bestselling magazine's cover had come to life and was stood right there. She gave a small smile, her white teeth shining bright, and with the one eye poking out from under her cap, she gave a wink. Adrian was a man accustomed to the ladies, but even he was taken by surprise at how insanely sexy this girl was.

"Hola." She said. Adrian grinned. "Finally come around, eh babe?" "Oh yeah..." She throatily muttered. "I got tired of playing hard to get. We both knew I couldn't say no." Adrian's face somehow, someway, got even smugger. "Hell yeah, it was pretty stupid to pretend you weren't gagging for all this." He flexed his muscles. He could have sworn he saw Isabella roll her eyes for a second, but was distracted as she started stepping forward. "I've been waiting for a chance like this, you know...to get you on your own..." He stood up out of his chair and started walking towards her, but she placed a hand on his chest and softly pushed him back onto the chair, sitting him down. Despite the fact that all known laws of smugness had already been broken, he still managed to make an even more irritating smirk. "Hey babe, why not take a little drink before we get down to the fun stuff." "Mmmm...later...." She placed her hands on his shoulders. "Right now, I want to get to know you a little better." She pushed up against him on the chair. "Just relax, and let's have some fun...close your eyes for me, baby..." He decided to play along, and closed his eyes, expecting something magical to come out of it. Instead, he heard a weird click. "Hey, what's..." "Keep 'em closed for me, baby. You won't regret it..." Adrian was suspicious, but the thought of that reward was too appealing. He waited patiently. Another click. Then another. "So...can I open my...." "Sure thing. I'm about done." He somehow managed to open his eyes in a smug way, then looked around at himself. He was handcuffed to his chair. His arms stuck behind him and each leg clamped to the seat. "Hey babe, I didn't think you liked the kinky stuff! Heh, I LIKE where this is going."

"You won't for long." Isabella said. Her face had changed. She wasn't smiling anymore. She was looking down on him like an insect. Adrian's smug smile nearly cracked, but he held firm. "Babe, come on, enough messing around. You know I'm the only man that deserves you. Quit the funny stuff and let's fuck already!" She walked back towards the door. "Alright Kenny-boy! Come on in!" Adrian's eyebrow raised as a dorky, thin, wobbling nerd came into the room. "The fuck is this loser? What the heck's going on?" Isabella glared at Adrian. "I told you to leave me alone so many times, you piece of shit. You just wouldn't listen. So me and my new friend came up with a plan." Before Kenny could say anything, Isabella grabbed the back of his head and kissed him deep. His and Adrian's eyes went wide as her tongue travelled around Kenny's mouth, the taste of gloss and Latina Goddess mixing together to form a seductive taste. Kenny went light on his feet at the intense kiss. She let him go, and started passionately kissing his face and neck, leaving her red lipstick all over him. Adrian felt his smugness wavering, but stood firm. "H-heh. You think making out with a piece of shit loser is enough to piss me off? What a waste of time. Bet that's the most action this loser has ever gotten, and it was all just to make me jealous?"

"Oh you little boy. If that was enough to make you jealous, this is gonna break your heart." While Kenny was still kiss-drunk she yanked down his pants. Adrian's smugness shattered to pieces.

Kenny's meaty shaft, finally released, pointed high into the air in clear dominance. Adrian's small pipette practically shrivelled up there and then. This dork had come out of nowhere and practically stomped his ego into the dirt with one fell swoop. The solid pole of dick wasn't just a good 3 times the size of Adrian's, it was already covered in bright red kiss marks, a clear indicator that Isabella had already met the drooling fuckshaft and made it her own...or perhaps it had made her its own.

"See, Kenny's such a sweetheart. When I showed him that laughable dick you kept sending me over and over again, he was kind enough to show me what a REAL cock looks like. He came up with the plan, and of course I needed some proof that he was able to live up to it...one thing led to another." She slowly knelt down on the floor. "You should have seen it, Adrian. He whipped this monster out of and placed it right across my face, from chin to hair." She gripped the throbbing meat in her hand and started jerking it. "Of course, I had to give him a reward for being so sweet and offering to help me deal with you...but when he'd cum three times and still was **** for more, I thought I'd take the chance to show you what a REAL man can do." Adrian gulped. Three times? And he was still like that? "We didn't like your yucky dick pic, but I think we got some real good replacements." She pointed her phone at Adrian as she started suckling at the colossal cockhead. The phone in front of Adrian showed a cumdrenched Latina slut, her naked body coated in thick pools of white jizz, from her well-fucked tits to her supermodel legs. She was facing the camera with a look of bliss and awe, and the lipstick coated cockshaft could still be seen in the photo. She cycled through to the next, showing Isabella giving a peace sign at the camera, taking a Point-of-View shot of the monstrous shaft lodged in her tight throat. Cum was dripping from her nose, and her eyes looked watery at the strain of swallowing so many inches of pulsing dick meat. Another picture showed her on her knees, another point-of-view shot, with both hands wrapped around the dangerous cock. Her mouth was wide open, and her long tongue hung out, eagerly awaiting the thick, gooey treat that was coming. No girl Adrian had been with had ever looked anything like she did there, with an expression of desire and awe like that.

"Mmm...mmmm...*pop*" The juicy cockhead, covered in red lipstick, popped out of Isabella's mouth. "Maybe he has a future as a photographer, hmm? What's up? You don't like being shown pictures of dicks? Didn't seem to have a problem sending them though, did you? Maybe now you know I'll be laughing at every one you send, you'll think twice before you hit send, you capullo." Adrian looked dizzy, his shattered ego barely holding together. This wasn't how it was supposed to go. He was the captain of the football team, for God's sake! Why did this nerd have something he didn't? "Y-you fucking whore! You slut! You cunt!" He started screaming insults at random, barely coherent. Isabella just rolled her eyes and turned her hat backwards with a sexy smirk. "You can..." She started speaking. "Don't call her that, you piece of shit!" Kenny yelled out. Adrian flinched. "Y-you wanna fucking go, nerd? You think just because you.....just because you..." Adrian's voice caught in his throat. Isabella looked up at Kenny with a smile, then looked back at the broken football captain. "Because he has a dick you could only ever dream of? Nah, that's not why he can talk to you like that. He can talk to you like that because you ARE a piece of shit." She turned her hat backwards and shook her head to let her hair flow down properly, a loose strand sexily landing across her face. "Say what you like, limp dick. Since you started spreading rumours about me, I've been used to being called a slut. Go ahead and call me whatever you like. I'm a little busy." With that, she positioned her mouth right on Kenny's cockhead, and started throating his entire shaft. Both Kenny and Adrian's eyes went wide. She was amazing, taking every inch of sloppy beastcock down her throat, swallowing loudly to let her throat massage the tasty dick. Kenny had a strange memory of HIM being the one who came up with this plan, but he didn't feel like he was in any control of the situation anymore. If Isabella kept doing this, he would be wrapped around her little finger.

*GAK* *GAK* *GAK * Isabella's wet throat hammered back and forth, sloppy throating noises echoing throughout the room. The nasty throat-fucking noises may have been heard all across the house, but neither Kenny nor Isabella cared, and Adrian's opinion didn't matter. Isabella took the monster cock out from her throat with a gasp, strands of spit and drool still keeping them connected. Lipstick marked the very base of Kenny's cock, a sign of Isabella's achievement and lust for cock. She licked her lips happily, savouring the taste. "God damn, this is a thing of beauty." She lifted her wet shirt over her head, her gorgeous chest bouncing free, and turned around to remove her skirt. "Adrian, there's still something we didn't get around to while we were planning to come see you." She spoke as she undressed. Her sopping wet panties went flying across the room as she moved onto the bed on all fours, wiggling her perfect ass. "I wanted to save it for you to see. Because I'm a real sweetheart." She smiled wickedly at him. His eyes went wide. There was no way that thing could fit...right? She would...she wouldn't be able to get it in, and then she'd realise how terrible this was, and then jump right into his arms and he would win. That was what would happen. He always won! He always got his way! Kenny lined up his shaft at the dripping wet entrance of the Latina cockslut. Adrian gulped. Kenny gulped. Isabella licked her lips. As Kenny thrust forwards, she pushed back, their hips slapping together with a hard, wet smack. Isabella's lips made an O shape and her fingers gripped the bedsheets tight. "Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck...se adapta a un guante..."

Kenny's head rolled backwards at the silky, wet coating around his cock. He let out a deep groan of pleasure, but it faded too soon. He gritted his teeth and drew his hips back, slamming back hard. Isabella gasped at the sudden thrust, letting out a soft moan that grew louder and louder as Kenny picked up his pace, slamming his hips into the Latina with a growing fervour. "Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck...this is...this is wild...t-this is what I needed..." Isabella started panting and moaning loudly. "Ohhh...yessss...fuck yes...monster cocked nerd...don't fucking stop...grind against me like we're dancing...shake those hips...make me yours..." She looked at Adrian. "He's gonna....make me his slut...at this rate...he's not gonna stop...he's gonna dump every fucking drop of jizz...deep...in....me...." She bit her lip as Kenny slowly his pace down, slowly sliding and grinding his cock into his precious cocksheath. "Ohhhhh....mmm....shit...wasn't...expecting it to be this good...damn it...he might do it...he might make me his woman with one cumshot...." Kenny grabbed her cap and chucked it away, taking hold of her silky hair. Isabella gasped passionately, her chest heaving up and down with heavy pants. "Oh fuck...taking control, Kenny? You wanna make me your personal cumslut? Bad idea, little man...you don't know what you're getting yourself into...I'll be all over you, every fucking day...I'll be slurping at your balls as you wake up, riding you at lunch, cumming on your dick in the evening, and at night, when we're dancing and grinding, just feeling that monster start to push against my ass will make me need your dick right there...yeah...you can't handle that...you'd better...pull out and call it quits...find a regular girl to make your cumdump...you won't want to have me leaving my mark on you all day, every day, right?"

Kenny repositioned himself, standing over Isabella, more dominant and powerful, and started thrusting heavier and faster. Her eyes went wide in delight and she grinned wide. "Oh! Oh! We have a fucking challenger...not letting me go, huh? You want Isabella as your fucking cumslut? Good luck, chico. You don't...gghh....don't know what you're getting yourself into...I'll make that gorgeous slutbreaking cockshaft my own personal toy, and you're gonna be thanking me for it...such a bad idea...you do this, and you lose...that cock won't be yours anymore, it'll be MINE! YOU FUCKING WANT THAT? WANT TO MAKE ME YOUR CUMSLUT? DO IT! CUM IN ME! MAKE ME YOUR WHORE!" Kenny roared out loud and complied to her request.

Spurt after spurt of jizz burst into Isabella, her back arching strong. She practically clawed the bedclothes into pieces and she let out a throaty groan, cumming hard over the raging monstercock. Ropes of thick cum were dumped into Isabella, and she practically licked her lips at the wild sensation. It was unknown to her, this intense feeling of fullness and fulfilment. Nothing like the sex she had experienced before. Splashes of white jizz dripped down onto the bed, and Kenny fell down onto the Latina cumdump, holding her close as they both panted in exhaustion. As the sweaty duo caught their breath, they looked deep into each others eyes, and the two kissed hungrily. They silently started deep through each other, each one claiming the other. They broke into a smile, and kissed more softly and lovingly. After a through kiss and clean up, the two threw on what clothes they could find in the room, held hands, and strode out of the room. They passed right through the sea of staring onlookers, clearly overhearing their intense session, and walked right out of the party and down the street towards Isabella's place. Kenny gripped her hand tight, and as she did the same, a strange thought went through Kenny's mind.

"Did we remember to untie Adrian?"

"Who?"

"Fair enough." Kenny shrugged as the two walked off into the evening.