Teasing Co-ed (closed)

[Felix80]

His wife had died five years ago. She was visiting her sister across the country and there was a car accident. It had taken Jack a while to recover. Let's be honest, he still wasn't fully recovered. But he was doing better.

Jack was a major league baseball player. Was. After a few years playing minor league ball, he'd finally made it to the majors and played in over a hundred games with one of the highest batting averages in the history of baseball, over .450, and was on the way to a great rookie career as, hopefully, one of the greatest hitters of all time. Then his wife died. Jack crawled in a bottle for a few years.

Which was how he found himself back at his old college working as an assistant coach. His old coach had dragged him out of the bottle, kicking and screaming, and gave him a job. Coach had gotten him back on track, back in shape, and if he could keep his head on straight Jack would be ready for any open try-outs the majors had next year. They were already in talks with a few teams, but the responses were skeptical at best. Players rarely came back from a problem like this. Jack was going to prove them wrong.

The job didn't pay a lot, Jack had to sell the mansion he had bought while he was in the MLB, but he had enough money to buy a little house near the school. He rented the furnished basement out to help the budget. He had the whole upstairs to himself, they shared the kitchen and the rest of the first floor like the living room, and the tenant had about three-quarters of the basement. The furnace and laundry room were shared. Last year he rented it out to a senior on the team, but the kid graduated and moved on to other things. This year it was a girl. A hot girl. A ridiculously hot girl.

Jack tried not to think about it too much. He hadn't dated since his wife died and if he did it wouldn't be with a college freshman with giant tits. Shit, he wasn't sure if he could lose his job or not from dating a student, probably not, but he didn't want to take the chance. It didn't stop him from fantasizing about her though. Especially when she walked around practically naked some days. Jack was concerned one of these days he was going to go nuts and fuck her brains out. Maybe that was her plan? He wasn't sure. Probably not. Who did things like that. She probably just always walked around that way and Jack had to respect her boundaries.

Then again...

The other day she came home from the gym. She was sweaty and the sheen from her wetness made parts of her gym clothes translucent. Not that the clothes needed any help. Everything was skin tight, stretched to it's limit over her over built body. Her tits were straining to break through her top with her rock hard nipples leading the way. Once one of them cut their way through, the entire top was going to be a lost cause. Her bottoms were just as tempting. Ridiculously tight yoga pants witha couple runs that were almost revealing. And when she wore them around the house she was always posing. "Accidentally" dropping things, like her car keys, and bending over to grab them, putting her ass on display for Jack. The very folds of her pussy were on for Jack, exposing every crack and crevise of her labia, pushed up against the thin, stretched fabric of her pants. With the sweat making the fabric see-thru Jack stared for a long, long while, then excused himself to his room. Whether she was trying to drive him up a wall, his tenant was succeeding beyond her wildest dreams.

Jack needed to find some kind of release.

 

[charitybimbo]

Gwen had been a little disappointed not to be living in the dorms her freshman year of college. Renting a room in town was so much cheaper, though. She really couldn’t afford not to, and the place she found was nice. She felt a little funny about living with a strange man, but in the dorm she’d have had a whole bunch of strange guys living on the same hall, so sharing a house wasn’t that big a deal. Besides, her brother nearly wet himself when he found out she was going to be renting from some old baseball player. She was more excited about the fact that she had almost a whole floor to herself. Sure, it was the basement, and she had to go upstairs to use the kitchen, but she had her own bedroom, a sort of den, and her own bathroom.

Basically her own bathroom, at least. Mr Jack never used it. It was off the laundry room, though, and like the second day she was there she came out with just a towel wrapped around her and found him loading clothes in the dryer. It was a little embarrassing, but the way he looked at her was kind of hot.

He looked at her like that a lot, and she kind of wondered what it would be like. She wasn’t exactly the campus slut, but she had been having her fun. The trouble was, after six weeks and as many hookups, she was starting to think college guys just weren’t all that. Sure, they were cool and cute and all that, but the sex just didn’t really do it. It was kind of like potato chips - they were tasty, yeah, but they weren’t a meal.

Still, she was going out with Dennis on Friday, and she got all dressed up in a tight, tiny dress that showed off her tits and left her thighs bare almost all the way up to her ass. She put on heels and did her hair and make up. She went to show Jack, and get his opinion. The look on his face told her she looked good, and it made her so nervous she knocked her purse off the counter. She turned to pick it up, and she bent at the waist.

She knew her skirt would ride up, and he’d see the silky pink thong stretched tight over her mound. She knew it wasn’t really cool, teasing him like that, but she just couldn’t help herself. She loved that hungry look he gave her when she straightened up and turned to face him.

“OK, Mister Jack,” she said, grinning. “I’ll be back late, so don’t wait up!” Not that he waited up for her, but there was sort of a Dad vibe that she was into, and saying it just fed into that fantasy.

 

[Felix80]

Batting a thousand! Sure it was only practice, but the kid throwing the pitches was the school's starting pitcher. Maybe not MLB level, but as close as Jack was going to get. He hadn't missed a single pitch and every hit had been a homerun! Well, most of them. When the kid got tired he accidentally beaned Jack. A fastball to the helmet pretty much ended practice.

Jack showeered at the stadium and jogged home. He lived about a mile from the school and the jog would help clear his head. He was wearing a pair of sweat pants and a white t-shirt he'd sweated through. He was going to need another shower when he got home anyway, so why dirty another shirt?

He got home and hit the kitchen for a glass of water before he hit the shower. He was sitting at the kitchen table in a wooden chair, not really considering how tight his t-shirt was on him or that he had his legs spread wide open in sweaty sweat pants when Gwen came up the stairs and called for him.

"In the kitchen!" he called back, taking another large gulp of water.

He almost spit it out. His first thought was that he wanted to wrap those titties around his cock, and ram the rest of his cock in her mouth. But that was his normal first thought when his tenant was showing off her body. Fuck, those were fuckable tits. Fuck. And the scrap of fabric she was wearing did it's best to show them off. And the bottom of the skirt almost didn't cover her ass. Jack stared for an eternity, vaguely aware of the slowly rising tent in his sweat pants, but not really considering that. His one track mind was on her body. Still, pausing for almost a full second was too long before he recovered and managed to say, "You look good."

Good enough to fuck. Jack hadn't fooled around in the pros. He was already married and quite faithful. But before the pros, in his high school and college days, if a girl showed up to a date dressed like that he knew he was going to be bottoming out his big ole cock in her that night. Maybe even push into her cervix. Fuck, that was the wrong thing to be thinkking about right now.

Then Gwen 'accidentally' knocked her purse over, did a one-eighty, and bent at the waist to pick it up. Her legs were shoulder width apart and her dress didn't just ride up, it drove itself up over the curve of her sumptous round ass. She had on a silk pink thong theat was stretched to the limit. It was enough to show him the folds of her pussy and even the nub of her clitoris poking against the material.

There was a very real part of him that was ready to fuck her right then and there. Something primal. Just grab the hips and plunge in deep.

No. He wasn't some rutting beast in the field. He wasn't going to rape her. If they fucked, he'd get her consent. Besides, Gwen was his tenant and a student at the school. He may be lusting after her, but a sexual relationship was unlikely at best. And she was damn near ten years younger than him. They weren't in love, it would just be pure animal rutting.

Which sounded good in his head, but he knew that wasn't what he really wanted.

She straightened up and turned to face him. Jack didn't realize it, but his cock was at about half mast, the monstrous thing putting on a show for Gwen. Normally he was wearing jeans and that tended to stop his cock from making little more than a bulge. Denim was a heavy material. But now he was in sweats, his legs spread apart. He was putting on as much of a show for her as she was for him. His was a bit less intentional though.

“OK, Mister Jack,” she said, grinning. “I’ll be back late, so don’t wait up!” Like he was her dad or something.

"I won't," Jack said, finishing the glass of water and then trying to stand up. That's when he noticed the erection in his pants. His face went red, but he didn't say anything, just sat back down, pushed his dick down with one hand, waved good bye with the other and she was gone. Good.

He took a cold shower and once he was calm down there, turned the hot water on and washed away the sweat from his run. Jack made himself a quick dinner, just a sandwich and some chips, nothing fancy, and went to go watch some TV on the couch. It was early yet, a little past seven. Jack was watching "Winning Time" on HBO in the living room on the big screen, smart, 4k, blah, blah, blah, he had gotten on a black Friday special last year. It was the scene where Dr. Buss was fingering a slut under the table. These HBO shows got pretty graphic.

"Fuck it," Jack said. He was horny. It was his house. Gwen was going to be out for hours. Time to wank one out.

He turned off HBO and turned on the internet. He went to a porn site and found a video of a girl who looked a little like his tenant. Same hair, same basic build, smaller tits, different nose. The character even had the same name as his tenant, but he didn't know that when he chose the video. The guy had a big cock, but not as big as Jack's. Jacks was about twelve inches long, but wide around as a coke can. Shit, even his massive athlete hands could barely fit around the uncut bastard. He sat there, the sound of sex filling the room, watching the little bimbo on the screen do all sorts of naughty, sexual things while he gently stroked his cock. Why hurry? He had hours before she came back.

Or so he thought.

 

[charitybimbo]

Gwen closed the door behind her and let out the breath she’d been holding. Her heart was racing, and she could barely think straight. She knew the outfit was sexy, and God, the way Mr Jack looked at her made her shiver. Then she had knocked her purse off the counter and taken advantage to show off a little more and when she had turned back to look at him….

There’s no way, she thought. It was a trick, the way the fabric folded or the light hit, because what it had looked like…. It had looked like porn-cock, is what it had looked like. So instead of chitchatting, she had made a run for it. And then she waited ten minutes for Dennis to show up. He pulled up in a shiny new Challenger, revved the engine so the whole neighborhood could hear, and grinned at her as she walked down the drive.

He didn’t get out to get the door, or even lean over to open it for her. When she got in, he gave her a once over and just said “Nice.”

They went to his place.

“What about dinner?” she said.

“Yeah, yeah,” he said. “We’ll go, but I figure we can get a little loose first.”

Thirty minutes, four shots of vodka and two gigantic bonghits later, she was under him, legs spread, as he kissed her sloppily and fumbled with her bra. She helped him off with it, and then he sat back to unzip his pants while she peeled her dress off.

His hand twisted in her hair, and she grinned as he guided her head down to his lap. His cock was a nice size, rock hard and already oozing precum as her lips slipped over the head. Then he went rigid, grunted, and started to spurt in her mouth. She gulped it down, moaning sweetly. He held her down until he was done, and then went limp with a dreamy smile.

“It’s ok,” she said. “You’ll last longer next time.”

“Next time?” he snorted. “There’s no fucking next time, bitch. You had your shot, but you had to start talking shit, didn’t you?”

“I didn’t mean….”

“Shut the fuck up,” he said, and shoved her off the couch. He laughed, and aimed a lazy kick at her. She scrambled to her feet, grabbed her dress and her purse. He was cursing her as she wriggled into the dress, and looked around for her bra, but he threw one of his shoes at her.

“Get the fuck out!” he said, and she did, her tits bouncing wildly under the skimpy dress.

She caught an Uber home, and paced nervously at the end of the driveway while she waited. The driver leered at her in a way that would have turned her on, but she was too confused and angry and hurt to enjoy it. She was almost crying by the time he dropped her off, and she went in through the basement door that led straight down to her room. She saw the light on in Jack’s room as she went inside. She stood inside the door, and she didn’t want to be alone. She went up, walked right in as his door was open.

The first thing she saw was the screen, a girl who looked a little like her bouncing on a great big porncock. She felt like she was going to cry - that should have been how her night went, instead of what she got. But then she saw Jack, two fisting his cock. It was unbelievable, bigger even that the tease she had gotten earlier. She gaped, mouth hanging open, eyes wide.

The room was spinning, and she put out a hand to steady herself. Instead of grabbing the shelf she had meant to, her hand found one of his baseball trophies. It was not heavy enough to support her weight, and it slipped off the shelf as she fell forwards. She screamed and landed face down, ass up as the trophy fell with a crash.

 

[Felix80]

Jack stood up at the sound of the crash. He spun around, cock out, but hands up in some sort of erotic boxing stance. He didn't see anything at first, but quickly noticed his trophy shelf was askew. He moved behind around the couch and there was Gwen on the floor.

He should have pulled up his pants. He should have shut off the TV. His first thought was to make sure that the girl was okay.

"Fuck, Gwen, are you alright?" he asked as he jumped the couch, landing behind her. Under different circumstances, a beautiful girl, decked out like a slut, face down, ass up, well, it would elicit a very different response. Especially back in his college days. But this wasn't then, it was now, and he was worried that Gwen might be hurt. Jack moved beside her, carefully, and knelt down to help her up, inadvertently poking her in the side with his throbbing monster cock, smearing a long swath of precum across her little black dress. He could apologize for that later.

Jack put one hand on her shoulder, the other took her hand to make sure she was alright. The sound of sex was still filling the room from the TV. The girl in the porno was getting louder in her cries of pleasure. He was aware of the highly erotic nature of the situation, and thoughts of taking advantage of the girl were finally starting to creep into his mind. His hand wasn't that far from the thong she had so shamelessly teased him with about an hour ago. He could slip his hand down the small of her back and give her a gentle rub. Gentle rub, fuck he wanted to plunge a finger into her cunt, or at least cop a long feel, push his cock into those mammoth tits of hers and fuck her like a slut, long and hard.

Jack took a breath, doing his best to banish those thoughts from his mind. That he was jerking off ten seconds ago and the sounds of fucking from the TV didn't help.

"I didn't expect you home this early, are you okay?"


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OOC: I was tempted to write more, but I didn't want to move your character.

 

[charitybimbo]

Gwen was drunk enough to fall limp and do herself no harm. She blinked and started to try to get herself upright when something thudded onto the floor beside her. She turned and saw the biggest cock she had ever seen bobbing over her, and then it was replaced by Mister Jack’s face. He looked worried, and then he felt his arm around her, lifting her carefully.

"Fuck, Gwen, are you alright?" he said, and she nodded, looking at him. They knelt side by side, and he had his arm around her waist, steadying her. The room was filled with the sound of slapping bodies and moaning. She looked over the back of the couch and saw the porno on the TV, and she smiled. Then she remembered the glimpse she had just gotten, and she turned and looked down.

It was huge. He took her hand before she could reach out for it.

"I didn't expect you home this early, are you okay?" he asked her.

“Yeah, yeah,” she said, too distracted by the sight of his huge cock to really register what he was asking her. She looked up at him. Why were they here? Then she remembered falling.

“I’m fine,” she said, giggling. “I didn’t mean to, um, interrupt.”

Her eyes fell again to the massive cock standing up between his legs. Her mouth fell open. It was as long as her forearm, and thicker. She didn’t even think to ask, but put her hand around it, at least, as far as it would go.

“Oh my God,” she whispered. “That’s insane.”

 

[Felix80]

Lifting her to her feet was easy. She may as well have been a pillow. Like the two, fluffy pillows on her chest being restrained by that sheer black scrap of a thing people might generously call a dress. He didn't mean to stare at her tits, but they were rarely this close to each other, and she normally wore more. At least a bra. Her nipples were trying to pierce through her dress. He could reach out right now and squeeze them.

Well, no, he couldn't. He wanted to. He was already in an erotic state of mind from the teasing and the porn and masturbation. Thoughts of fucking the slutty little co-ed all over the couch and coating the little beauty in his cum were raging through his head. She would probably love every second of it, probably enjoy being his sexy little fuck toy.

But no. She hadn't asked. He wasn't going to bring it up. Not that his dick wasn't anything but up right now, and she was staring at it more than he was staringa t her tits. He could smell the vodka on her breath. He should put his dick away, put her to bed and call it a night. Or rip or the dress, push her over the back of the couch and fuck her right there. That tiny piece of thread she showed him earlier, her 'thong,' that would push to the side and then...

No. Making sure she was ok, letting her sleep of the alcohol, that was the right play.

“I’m fine,” she said, giggling. “I didn’t mean to, um, interrupt.”

Jack watched the girl's giggle make her breasts dance. His cock throbbed in response, his half-hard monster cock, already pointing slightly up toward her, jumped without him touching it. The foreskin was still covering the head, but a drop of pre-cum was now glistening at the end of it.

"Well you can make it up to me by letting me watch you some time." Jack blushed a bit when he realized what he'd said. The words had just slipped out.

Before he could stammer out an apology or explanation, Gwen's free hand reached out and she wrapped it around his shaft. Pleasure shot through Jack's brain. Electro-chemical signals shot through his body at the first time a woman had touched his dick in five years. It was like a switch had been thrown in his head and all thoughts of putting her to bed took on a whole new meaning.

“Oh my God,” she whispered. “That’s insane.”

He was still touching her from helping her up. His left hand on her side, his right hand holding hers. His left hand moved down her body, caressing her, enjoying the feel of her taut, young, nubile flesh. He found her ass, his large hand encompassing an ass cheek and giving her a squeeze. His right hand brought her hand to his lips, giving her a kiss on the back of her hand, then letting it go, his right hand reaching out and grabbing one of her breasts. He squeezed it once, twice, thrice, squeezing her ass at the same time with his left. He shifted his grip on her tit so his thumb was on one side of her nipple, then, still caressing her breast with his fingers, he moved his thumb back and forth, batting her nipple about.

 

[charitybimbo]

Jack didn't do anything for a second, and then he grabbed her ass with one of his big hands. Gwen giggled, and he kissed her hand, then he grabbed her tit. She barely noticed him groping her, she was so awestruck by his cock. She gave a moan as he played with her nipple, and looked up at his face. Both her hands were wrapped around his shaft, and there was plenty of cock to spare. He looked as startled as she was.

He was almost old enough to be her father. He was a coach at the university. He was her landlord. The huge cock in her hand made all of that irrelevant. Something wet and sticky touched her hand, and she looked down. Pre-cum. The porno was still playing, and she looked over her shoulder. The girl was on her knees, getting her face fucked by a big cock - not as big as this one.

"You can make it up to me by letting me watch you sometime," he had said.

She moaned, and sank to her knees.

"Watch this," she whispered, and licked the precum off the head of his cock. He had a strong, musky scent and a salty taste, like any man, but somehow more. His cock was so hot it almost burned her tongue, and she sat back on her heels to pull her dress off, so all she had on was her little thong and her heels. She stared at his cock for a moment, wondering how she'd get the thing in her mouth.

The only thing to do was try, she thought, and she opened her mouth as wide as she could. Her lips pushed the foreskin back, and her jaw strained. She had to struggle just to get the head in her mouth, and already she could feel it against the back of her throat.

 

[Felix80]

Gwen moaned at Jack's gentle ministrations. Well, urgent caresses. Her hands on his cock encouraged him more. He moved his hand from her ass as she looked behind her at the porno, and grabbed her other tit, caressing them both, but only for a moment. She moaned and sank to her knees, whispered something and licked the head of his cock. Jack hadn't expected that, but he was happy with her initiative.

"Did you like that?" he asked as she stared at his cock. "Do you like the taste of my cock? Are you going to suck my cock like a good girl?" Jack almost said 'good slut' but he stopped himself. Soon. If she actually went through with it. Then he could start the dirty talk.

He wasn't thinking of her as his tenant anymore but as a hot, beautiful, wanton fuck toy. Less as a girl and more as a means for him to get off. The way he treated girls back in college. It wasn't the proudest time of his life, but right now he didn't care. He needed to fuck, to get off, to cum. Preferably all over her face and tits.

Jack closed his eyes as Gwen's lips touched his foreskin. She pushed it back expertly with far more skill than he expected. Clearly she wasn't a virgin. She stopped three-quarters of the way up his cockhead, taking a breath and then somehow stretching her jaw to get around the crown of his cock. She managed and his cockhead popped into her mouth, the bunched up foreskin pushing against her straining lips, his cock already pushing against the back of her throat. His cock throbbed, the cockhead pushing up against the roof of her mouth as his shaft lengthen and he felt himself hardening inside her mouth. She'd interrupted his masturbation and he was only half hard, though that was rapidly changing.

"What a good little slut you are," Jack said, both his hands now moving to her head. He positioned his fingers so they were behind her head, keeping her in place without holding her there. She could slip out of his 'grip' by shifting her head slightly to the left or to the right. With her head secured enough Jack pushed his hips forward gently, his cockhead already filling her mouth it now was pressing harder against the back of her throat, possibly even pushing down into her throat.

"So tell me, my eager little whore, are you ready for me to fuck your face, or do you want to worship my cock?"

 

[charitybimbo]

The way he talked to her seemed to set her pussy on fire, and she moaned eagerly around his cock as he rested his hands on her head. She couldn't answer him without pulling his cock out of her mouth, and she didn't want to do that. He wanted him to see she was a little slut, to use her. She pulled her hands off his cock, leaving his gigantic shaft bare, and she looked up at him, eagerly awaiting his next move.

If he wanted her to worship his cock, she would, and eagerly, but if he wanted to use her mouth, fuck her face, it would be something else. She hoped he would take the offer and use her. In the morning, they would have to figure it all out, but right now, that cock was in her mouth and that was the only thing she cared about.

She rocked her head, but he was so big, she could barely move her lips over the crown of his cock. She whimpered when it felt like it might slip out, but to her shock, it was growing... She clasped her hands behind her back, looked up and moaned softly.

 

[Felix80]

The hot little thot with the mega tits wouldn't take her mouth off his cock. She took her hands off his cock and looked up at him. She was begging him with her eyes, but wasn't willing to take his cock out of her mouth long enough to use her words. She rocked her head a bit, which got an involuntary moan out of Jack, then clasped her hands behind her back, presenting herself as the perfect eager little fuck toy.

"That's what you are, isn't it?" Jack asked as his hands stopped gently holding her head but instead he began to rub her head gently, his fingers intertwining her hair.

"A perfect little fuck toy. A wanton slut, so eager for my cock that you'll do any depraved fucking I want, as long as I keep my cock in you." His fingers curled into fists and now he had two handfuls of hair right up against her skull. She wasn't going anywhere. He pushed his hips forward slowly but unrelentingly, filling her oral cavity completely with his cock, a full intense pressure against her throat, letting her feel the enormity of it all while he continued his sexual tirade.

"Or is it my cum you want? Is that what you are? A cum slut? So eager to drink my spunk that you can't take your lips off my cock for even a second? Is that the dream, fuck toy, to live the rest of your life with my dick in your mouth? You want me to fuck your face, don't you? You want me to bury this half-hard meat stick down your throat until I fill your belly up with cum, don't you? It's what your good for. Being my little fuck toy. Or do you want me to pull out when I'm close and cum all over your slut face and those giant fucking tits? You want to be covered in cum, to be painted in my cum, to be marked as mine. You want to be my little sex slave, to devote yourself to my cock, worshipping it day and night. If you need it this badly, want it so much in your mouth, have you even thought about how good it will feel in that fuck hole cunt of yours?"

Jack stopped pushing his hips forward and started pulling her head down on his cock. Not much of a difference, logistically, but Gwen could feel the shift from him pushing to him pulling, using her to fuck his cock, like she was just a toy. And they had barelty started.

"Beg me. Beg me like the slut you are. Beg me for my cock."

Jack didn't pull his hips back at all. He ripped Gwen off his cock, suddenly making her mouth empty, depriving her of what she wanted so badly, bending her backwards so she was off balance and staring up at him. He held her there, off balance and backwards while he waited for her response.

 

[charitybimbo]

His cock was so big, she didn't think he'd be able to push it down her throat, but somehow, he did. It was agony at first, but there was something so amazing about it that she didn't even mind the hurting. She felt tears streaming down her face as he shoved it in, inch by inch, stretching her neck, going deeper and deeper, deeper than any man she'd ever been with by far.


Her pussy was quivering with excitement, and when he started talking dirty, she moaned. Other guys had tried it with her, and she had put up with it. She'd seen the same pornos they had, she knew it was part of the deal, but she'd never really liked it. She'd never had a cock like this filling her face, though. When Jack called her names, they didn't sound like put downs, they sounded like her dreams.

When he asked her what she wanted, she squealed with excitement, agreeing to every dirty suggestion. He was basically jerking off with her head and it was so hot. Just hearing him talking about her pussy made her pussy clench. Then it clenched again, spasming with pleasure, and her whole body started shaking. It was like fireworks going off between her legs and she screamed and shuddered helplessly while he fucked her face.

A few moments ago, she'd have said it was impossible for her to cum from sucking a cock, but now it was happening, it seemed the most natural thing in the world.

Then he pulled it out of her mouth and she gasped for air.

"I want you to cum all over me," she gasped. "Please, cum all over your little whore. Please let me feel your goo. I need it so bad, please. I'll do whatever you want, just please give me your cum."

 

[Felix80]

She was screaming on his cock, somewhere in the back of Jack's mind he realized that meant that despite the tears flowing down her face, she was breathing. When she started shaking and shuddering he got a little worried, but he was pretty sure she was cumming. Gwen was cumming just from his words and her face getting fucked. Not just fucked, but used, used as little more than a fleshlight. He mentioned her pussy, didn't even call it a pussy but a 'fuck hole' and she started to cum.

Fuck, this was going to be a lot of fun!

"Beg me. Beg me like the slut you are. Beg me for my cock." Jack had said before pulling her face off his dick, his cockhead less than a centimeter from her lips. He was holding his slutty tenant up by her hair.

She gasped for air, and while still gasping she said, "I want you to cum all over me." A shorter gasp and then, "Please, cum all over your little whore. Please let me feel your goo. I need it so bad, please. I'll do whatever you want, just please give me your cum."

Jack rammed her face back on his cock, pushing harder against her throat this time. His cock was fully hard now, not much thicker, but getting longer, more erect, and harder inside Gwen's mouth. He didn't say anything at first, Jack just fucked her face, both hands foull of her hair, pulling the little cocksucker's face on his cock. He was harder than before, rougher, gagging her on his cock, and loving all the noise she was making.

She had asked for it. That was a huge turn on. Not just asked, but begged. Seriously begged him for his cum. To be used however he wanted as long as she got his cum. He wasn't making love to Gwen. He was fucking a wanton whore. His wanton whore. Today wasn't going to be the last time they fucked. She was living in his house. He had a live-in fuck toy.

Jack wasn't sure how long this went on for. Him fucking her mouth with wanton abandon. His moans and hers competing in volume agains the sound of the porno playing on the TV on the other side of the couch. It could have been an eternity, but it was probably only a minute or two. Jack wasn't ready to cum when Gwen had come home, but he was getting there. Her sucking his cock, begging for his cock, and most of all begging for his cum had turned him on more then he had expected.

Jack felt his balls start to do that familiar twitch. He slowed down, shifting from using her head to fuck his cock to holding her head as his hips started to thrust again, fast and then slower.

"You want my cum, cum slut? You begged me for it, you came just from getting your mouth fucked, you really are a cock-hungry little slut. You asked for my cum and now you're gonna get it. Get ready, my beautiful little fuck toy, I'm going to cum all over you."

He pulled her off his cock with a loud pop. His left hand held her by the hair while his right hand moved to his cock. The large hand didn't fit all the way around the shaft. Two or three pumps and the tip of his cock, which was staring Gwen in the eyes, exploded. Cum didn't just spurt out, it exploded like a fire hose. The first blast coated her forehead. The second her nose and cheeks. Jack wrenched her head back and pointed his cock down, covering one of her mammoth tits and then the other. He fired a final blast between them, then pulled her face back close as the strings started pumping out, covering any parts of her face that were still clear. When the ropes died down and a trickle of white goo was barely flowing her pushed his cockhead back in her mouth, waiting for it to stop.

After he was done he pulled out of her mouth. He grinned down at Gwen. "Fuck. You are so fucking beautiful right now. Now slurp up all my cum, like a good little cum whore. Lick it all up and we'll see about fitting this beast in your fuck hole."