[FMK] 12 Hard Inches: Chapter 5 (Patreon)

CHAPTER 5

I made sure to close all of the curtains while she went to the bathroom to get herself ready. I hated the thought that she was just coming from Frank’s trailer. I hated to think that I was going to stick my cock into her ass and feel Frank’s filthy cum against the tip of my shaft—but I was going to give Bambi the benefit of the doubt; I’m sure she was a clean girl and made sure she was tidied up between clients.

My heart jumped when I thought about Bambi’s body; I obviously hadn’t forgotten about her big dick, but that wasn’t much of a bother; now, it seemed more like a strange quirk than anything, and there’s something sexy about girls who embrace their strange quirks—what can I say? I used to regularly fuck this girl named Sara, and she had long, flat tits that were probably huge, plump milkers back when she was a teen; but she had four kids and those kids sucked those things dry. The tits had no mass and drooped down beyond the bottom of her ribcage, and would flop around in every direction when she was on top of me. Tits like that would make just about any girl insecure, but she seemed to love them. She would randomly text me topless photos—and then I found out that she had an OnlyFans account, and her username was PancakeTits. Though I would say they were more like crepes.

Anyway, Bambi was kind of like that; she had that big, fat cock, but she sported it like it made her like a Playboy bunny or something. When she came out from my bathroom, it was already out, sticking out the side of her panties, half-erect and pointing forward, aimed right at me. It was throbbing: trying to lift higher into the air, but it was so insanely heavy that it just couldn’t seem to lift any higher. “I’m ready,” she said with a big smile.

And I could tell that it turned her on when I stared at it. As soon as my gaze went down to it, her fingers were curled around it. She gently pulled back her foreskin and began to massage her length. She was smirking, biting her bottom lip, playing with her cock as if it was like a toy: waving it from side to side, bouncing it up and down—and giggling slightly too.

“Want to watch me jerk off?” she asked—and she asked it casually, as if it was something her clients usually wanted.

“I think I’ll pass,” I said.

“You want to get right to sucking me?” she said, narrowing one eye, as if my answer took her by surprise.

“Maybe you can suck me,” I grinned.

“I’m not really into that.”

And then I was the one standing there, surprised and unsure of what to say. “You’re a whore who isn’t into sucking dick?”

“I’m not a whore,” she scowled. “I’m a sex worker.”

“Oh God, don’t give me that PC shit.”

“Don’t be so rude,” she growled. She stepped forward and put her hands on my shoulders. “Get down and suck my cock.”

“I’d really rather not.”

“Then why did you want to see me so badly, Raymond?” She stared directly into my eyes with that inquisitive look.

“You’re hot,” I said. “And I like the idea of fucking you.”

“I don’t like that idea,” she said.

“Then why the hell are you here?” I said, letting my gaze fall down to that cock, which was now poking me in the pelvis.

“To fuck you,” she said with a big grin.

“Whoa,” I said, backing away, shaking my head, holding out my hands as if she was a cop and I was trying to prove to her that I wasn’t holding a piece. “Look—I didn’t mean to give you the wrong idea, but I’m not into getting fucked. Is that what Frank likes?”

“Everyone likes it, Raymond. Quit being so insecure.”

“I’m hardly insecure,” I said, narrowing my gaze, clenching my teeth together. Maybe this was a mistake; maybe I shouldn’t have invited her over. But why did I invite her over? Did I really want to fuck her in the ass that badly?

“Just take it like a man,” she said. “Quit being such a loser.”

“Who are you calling a loser?” I gasped. And now, I was starting to feel like tossing her out of my trailer.

“Not man enough to take a cock—and I’m offering it to you for free; you have no idea how lucky you are.”

“Maybe you don’t know how lucky you are,” I said. “I didn’t have to invite you over.”

She just stared at me; she had no response. But she did have that grin on her face, and that grin wasn’t going away; it just lingered there as she glared into my eyes. She was making me feel strange: awkward and vulnerable. She was starting to make me wonder: was I not man enough to take her cock? She was good at confusing me. There was something about the confidence in her tone; she knew how to make me question what was up, what was down, what was normal, what was weird. Maybe I was the weird one.

I shook my head. “Quit it with your mind games. Are you going to spread your ass for me or what?”

She gasped. “You’re a pig,” she said. Then, she marched over to her purse, I thought she was about to snatch it to leave, but instead, she leaned down and pulled out a tall bottle of lubricant: enough lube to fuck for five years. She tipped it over and squirted a large amount onto her shaft. She used her fist to spread it up and down her long, veiny member—and then she squirted more, until her whole shaft was glistening with lubricant.

“What the hell are you doing?” I said.

“I’m going to fuck you,” she said. “If you’re not going to get me slippery with your tongue, then I’ll use lube.”

“That thing ain’t going in my ass,” I said.

“Bend over the bed, Raymond. Quit being a pussy.”

She marched over to me, erect and lubricated. She put her hands on my arms and spun me around. I have no idea why, but my body went submissive for her: I let her spin me around; I let her march me to the bed; I let her bend me over; I let her pull down my pants.

My heart was racing. “I don’t want this,” I said with my mouth, but my submissive body was telling a different story. I was just standing there, taking it, letting her rim my asshole with the lubricated tip of her cock. “It won’t even fit!”

“It always fits,” she grinned. “It’ll be tight—but it will fit.”

I looked back. I could feel that my face was bone-white. I was doing nothing to stop her—and she was going ahead. She pushed hard, jamming that fat tip into my hole. I tried to clench, but she was too slippery; she pushed through my anus. I felt my hole gaping wide. I gasped, letting my upper body fall down flat onto the bed. I groaned, clenching two handfuls of bed sheets. “It’s so big!” I shouted.

She replied by spanking me on the ass and laughing. She was too dominant. I couldn’t fight her. I kept clenching until I couldn’t anymore—then, she slid in deep, making me gasp.

She went all the way, refusing to spare me. She didn’t want to go easy on me. Twelve hard inches were pressed deep into my body. She gripped my hips with those gel nails; she shimmied her curvy body forward. Then, there was a moment of pause.

She wasn’t thrusting. She wasn’t even holding me down with her hands. It was like the scene had paused and time was standing still. I took a series of deep breaths, trying not to freak out at the fact there was a foot-long cock in my asshole, pushing up towards my lungs. Then, I heard a clicking, and then I smelled cigarette smoke. I looked back and saw that she was smoking a fresh cigarette. She grinned at me. “Sorry,” she said.

And then everything resumed. She gripped me with both hands, keeping that cigarette between her fingers, close to burning me. She started to pull back, sliding that veiny, bulging cock through my asshole before pausing with her tip at the rim of my anus. She moaned and then she plunged back in, using every single inch, pushing her shaved pelvis hard against my bum.

“Oh God,” I moaned.

And the next thrust was faster—and then faster and faster. Soon, her pelvis was slapping my ass hard. Cigarette ash fell on my back and she used her hand to brush it off, without stopping.

But she wanted to get deeper, even though I didn’t know it was possible. She got one heeled foot up onto the bed, getting higher above me. She pinned my lower back with one hand, and then she started thrusting down into me, pushing in at a whole new angle.

“Fuck!” I screamed.

It was a minute later when she suddenly pulled out. She dug her hands under me and flipped me suddenly onto my back. She looked down at my cock and giggled. “You’re so hard!” she said.

I felt my face turning red. Then, she pushed herself back in, making me groan again. I looked down and watched as her long shaft disappeared into my body. “Shit,” I muttered.

Then, she was back to work, thrusting into me. And I have to admit: I could see why Frank was so willing to pay her so much money; I understood why he wanted to see her almost every day. It felt good. It felt very, very good. I’d never felt anything quite like it: a euphoria that swirled through my whole body, making my arms and legs numb, making my mouth moan uncontrollably. It wasn’t like a normal orgasm, which only lasted ten seconds at most; it was like a prolonged orgasm that just wouldn’t end—and it just got stronger and stronger and stronger. I constantly felt like I was on the verge of exploding, on the verge of coating my own chest with my huge load, but it wasn’t coming.

“Holy fuck!” I screamed.

And then, with a small flick of her fingernail, she made me unload. She dragged that fingernail up the length of my dick, tickling my tip—and that was all I needed. Cum was bursting all over my abs, all over my pecs, pooling in my navel. She giggled while she watched, which was unfortunately humiliating, but it apparently got her off, because she was coming a minute later: deep in my asshole.

I gasped, feeling it getting fuller and fuller down there. Then, she pulled out, and it was like the plug being pulled from a drain; cum spilled out and poured everywhere. She giggled again, watching me as I stared down my cum-stained body with parted lips and a pale face.

“Now that’s what I call taking it like a man,” she said, covering her lips with the palm of her hand as she laughed.

I was still too numb to sit up; all I could do was remain still, vulnerable, used. I watched her as she marched across the room, grinning. She reached down and stuffed her long cock back into her lingerie, making it disappear mysteriously. Then, she dug a small dress out from her purse: it was hardly enough to cover anything, but it was cute.

Then she turned to me. “Maybe I’ll catch you tomorrow,” she said.

I winked at her, letting my own little grin slip.

She went to my front door and opened it, and the timing couldn’t have been worse. There, standing on my doorstep, was Frank. He stared for a moment at Bambi, and then he turned and looked at me. His bottom lip quivered. Bambi remained frozen. And I knew that this was bad, bad news.