Kevin's cock pulsed pathetically, hearing about his busty girlfriend being dominantnly seduced by another man. A bigger, much better man.
Chrissy jerked him faster.
"He was wearing black boxer briefs, so, pretty tight- it didn't leave too much to the imagination. Now, he wasn't hard yet, but it was this... this massive bulge. It was crazy. Like he had stuffed socks down the front of his pants, but of course, since I've been on top of it, I knew it was very real. It was right in front of my face- in fact, it seemed like it was the size of my face. My mind was going wild, like... imagining how big his balls must be in there. How thick that cock must be to make a bulge like this. I mean, you wear boxer briefs too, but I never see much of a bulge. So how fucking big is this thing?"
Kevin squirmed, humiliated, but loving the comparison.
"I really wanted to finger myself right there in front of him, kneeling before him. I wanted to play with my clit with my face in that bulge, totally giving into being a slut for him. Somehow I resisted, though, but I was... panting. I must have been pretty flushed. And the way he was looking at me... he knew. He knew he had me.
"He asked me if I liked what I saw. I nodded. At this point, you know, I'd have told him the truth about anything. I'm still rubbing my hands over his legs, but... the massage is over. We both know it. It's become something else.
"He started talking about what a shame it was we had to keep our underwear on. But why didn't I just... put my mouth on it? He'd keep his underwear on- so we'd still be following The Rule- but since we could touch each other, why not try that?"
"Holy shit," said Kevin.
"I know. And I'm a little hesitant to cross this line without talking to you- but he keeps talking to me, saying stuff like. 'Don't you want to make me feel good?' and 'Don't you think it would be so nice, to see what it's like to touch it with your lips?' And I just couldn't resist. It wasn't against the rules, so I... opened my mouth, ever so slightly..." She mimed this for Kevin before continuing. "And just pressed it against his bulge. Rubbing my lips against him, rubbing my face in it. Feeling his shaft against my nose, letting the smell invade every part of me. Just giving in and... well, acting like a complete slut."
"Oh my god," said Kevin, feeling like he would cum.
Chrissy squeezed his cock to slow him down. "Hold on there, Tiger," she said with a smile. "You're going to want to wait till the end of this one. I have a surprise."
Kevin nodded, trying to hold on as she resumed jerking him off.
"So of course he started to get hard. But it's not like when you start to get hard... you know how yours just sticks straight out, and makes a little tent in our underwear? As his cock is growing, it's like, growing down his thigh. It's too big to just stick out, so it has to go, like, down his leg.
"As I'm watching it grow, he's saying stuff like, 'Look at how good you're making me feel,' and 'You see me getting hard for you?' and 'Are you getting wet for me?' And of course I'm going, yes, yes, yes to everything he's saying, just kind of lost in it. And he says, that doesn't sound quite right- why don't you try calling me Daddy?"
Kevin thought he might pass out.
"So then I started saying... 'Yes, Daddy.' to all his questions, and it just felt so hot. I don't know why the fuck that is, because I never thought I'd be the type to love calling someone Daddy, but I'm melting at this point, calling him Daddy, rubbing my lips on this huge, growing cock.
"That's when he starts asking me questions about you. 'Is your boyfriend's cock this big?' And I say, 'No, Daddy.' And he says, 'Does your boyfriend make you wet like this?' and I say, 'No, Daddy.' And he says 'Who you want to fuck more- your little boyfriend, or me?' And of course I said, 'You, Daddy, of course you.'"
"Oh god, I'm-"
Chrissy squeezed his cock, hard. "I said not yet!" Her voice was a little bolder, a little more demanding and slightly annoyed- a hint of the way Beth would talk to him.
Kevn groaned in pain, so close to the edge.
"So I'm moving my whole head left to right, up and down, moving along his massive shaft, which is getting harder and harder. It's still growing down his leg, and I can't believe how much bigger it's gotten. But my lips are still just barely touching him, and we still have his underwear between us. He takes a hand, grabs my head, and slowly guides me to the tip at the end, on his thigh. He asks me if I like that, and I nod. And he asks if I want it in my mouth, and I nod even more eagerly. 'Yes, Daddy, I want that in my mouth' I said, like a complete slut.
"So he put his hand on my cheek and pressed my whole face against his thigh. My face is... sandwiched between his big hand and his rock-solid thigh. I'm looking up, and just millimeters away is the tip of his big dick, still contained by his underwear. It feels so good to be handled like that, to be so firmly put in my place. I stick out my tongue so I can start licking the tip, desperate to make him feel good. He groaned, he was loving it, he was calling me his good girl.
"And the more I did it, the bigger his cock got. And the bigger his cock got, the more it was pushing into my mouth. He was anchoring my face against his leg, you know? So the harder it got, the bigger it got, the more it would push into my mouth. The wider I would have to open my mouth to contain it. But there was only so much I could get since it was still against his leg, trapped by that stupid underwear I was beginning to hate.
"He pushes me off, and reaches down to readjust himself. He grabs his cock, his big hand still outside of his underwear, and pulls down on the shaft so his cock is completely wrapped in the material. You know what I mean? Like he's holding his cock at the base and the material of the underwear is completely stretched over his fat cock. So I can see the whole shape, even though it's still technically contained in the underwear. I can't believe his underwear didn't tear when he did this, honestly.
"When he does this, he's finally able to actually stick the tip of his cock in my mouth. It's still in his underwear mind you. No Rule broken here. But his first inch or two is in my mouth. And I'm slobbering over the tip, filling my mouth with his cock, slobbering all over his boxer briefs. Tasting him and loving it. Feeling him get bigger, harder. I couldn't believe how much I had to open my mouth for him. I loved it.
"Then he says, 'You look like such a dirty slut,' and I say, 'I'm a dirty slut for you, Daddy' He says, 'Not for your boyfriend?' And I say, 'No, I'm a good girl for Kevin, but I'm a slut for you, Daddy.' And he says 'Poor guy- lets give him something so he can see what he's missing out on.' And then he says: 'Give me your phone.'
Oh, god, Kevin thought. Please, please tell me they took a picture.
She pulled up her phone out of her pocket, and opened the photos app. She looked at Kevin seriously, turning the phone away from him. "Don't cum yet. Okay?"
Kevin nodded. She turned the phone and there it was- an actual picture of what she was describing. Proof it was all real. A massive cock being stuffed into her mouth while it was still in underwear. Somehow the fact that they were being so completely naughty without actually breaking The Rule turned Kevin on even more.
But far and away the most erotic thing was Chrissy's expression. It was not the face he knew when they fooled around, all teasing and erotic. It was the face of someone completely out of control, drunk with lust. Her eyes were slightly rolled into the back of her head, and drool was coming out the side of her mouth as she desperately slobbered on the tip.
It was just as Mark said: this was what Kevin was missing out on. He'd never seen her like this. He felt himself shiver, so close to cumming.
"There's three more pictures you have to see, okay, sweetie? You have to hold on for me so you can see them all. Okay? I promise it's worth it."
Kevin groaned, seriously unsure if he would make it. But he nodded. Chrissy was not helping- she was jerking him off even faster now as she spoke.
"So Daddy- I mean..." she said, mischievous eyes saying she made that mistake on purpose,
"So Mark took one look at the picture, and said it wasn't quite right. Sluts don't wear baggy sweatshirts, he said, do they? Sluts should at least be in their slutty underwear, shouldn't they? And he was right, of course. I knew it immediately. I took off my sweatshirt and pants immediately, throwing them on the floor so I was in my underwear, showing off my body for him. And he took another picture..."
She swiped with her thumb, revealing a second picture. Much like the first, she was clearly overwhelmingly obsessed with the massive cock in her mouth, but now you could see her big tits spilling out of the bra trying to contain them just below. Even further below, Kevin saw her own hand stuffed into her panties, pleasuring herself uncontrollably.