"P-please, Jake... I can't!"
Darlene made one last, half-hearted plea to get out of the situation. But Jake just laughed.
"Sure you can, you're a little whore!" he said.
"I'm not... that," Darlene whined in a pitiful voice.
"You heard me, whore, shut up and get undressed!" Jake barked. "And do it sexy!" he added.
"O-okay, Jake..."
Darlene slowly, and a bit wobbly, got up from the couch. One part of her wanted to run for the door and drive home as fast as she could. Maybe he wouldn't use those awful pictures, maybe she could explain it if he did.
But our busty heroine didn't run.
Instead she placed herself in front of Jake, right between his parted knees and slowly slid the thin straps of her dress down off her shoulders. A surreal feeling overcame her, it was almost like she was watching herself from outside as she awkwardly rolled her round hips, simultaneously peeling her little dress down her incredible body and letting it fall to the floor at her feet.
"Come closer, get those titties out!" Jake commanded.
Darlene complied and lowered herself into his lap. She reached up behind her back and and unclasped her lace bra. Her huge breasts bounced free. Jake grabbed her shoulders and pulled her closer. He met Darlene's lips with his in a forceful, probing kiss. He grabbed her tits, kneading and groping her melons with rough hands while pinching her erect nipples, causing Darlene to squirm with pleasure and involuntarily moan into his mouth.
After a short but intense make out session, Jake placed a hand on Darlene's head and started pushing her downwards. Darlene got the hint and without any persuasion she slid down and dropped to her knees between his legs, letting her hands rub over his thighs and bulging crotch.
Her heart was pounding so hard she almost fainted. Like in a trance she watched as he unbuttoned his jeans, tugged down his boxers and let his monster of a cock catapult into the open just a few inches from Darlene's face.
She stared cross-eyed at the terrifying pole in front of her. It was even bigger than she remembered it!
"What are you waiting for?" Jake hissed "Come on, slut, suck it!"
Darlene wrapped her hand around his meaty prick. She marveled at how small her hand looked as she slowly stroked the hard, throbbing shaft. She closed her eyes, leaned in and gently grazed the underside of his fat cockhead with her tongue, then she parted her full lips and slowly started to engulf the huge member.
It seemed like he hadn't showered for some time, but Darlene liked the manly taste, and the feeling of having that fat cock stuffed in her mouth, throbbing against her tounge was just overwhelming. Darlene felt the dampness rising between her thighs, she let out a muffled moan and started bobbing her head.
Jake grunted with pleasure and ran his fingers through her blonde locks. "Yeah, suck it like the little slut you are," he hissed through his teeth.
The MILF was really trying her best as she kept sucking. But she felt nervous and a little awkward. She was eager to please – and scared of what might happen if she didn't. Despite his young age he seemed so much more experienced than her. Sure, she really enjoyed blowing Howard from time to time, but she wasn't really an expert. And this super-hung, testosterone filled monster was something completely different.
"Uhm, a-am I doing this right?" she asked. |