My First Time with a Monster Cock: Nervous Thrill in Max’s Salon
In Max’s grand salon, my heart hammered like a drum. Black corset cinched tight, high heels clicking, stockings hugging thighs. Breasts thrust forward, pussy smooth and exposed. Four men lounged, eyes devouring me. Nervous sweat beaded my skin. This was it—showtime as Max’s sub. Michel first. Kneeled between his legs. His cock average, eager. Lips wrapped it. Tongue flicked his slit. He groaned, spurted fast. Swallowed quick. Jaw ached already.
Laurent next. Crawled over. Smaller dick, surprisingly sweet taste. Sucked deeper, fondled balls. He lasted longer, filled my mouth pleasantly. Good boy, Max said. Rested on knees, lips swollen. Then Jean-Paër. The giant. Two meters tall, massive frame. Max nodded. Your turn. Heart raced wild. Rumors of his size swirled in my head. No turning back. Crawled to him. Pants unzipped. Out sprang it—a monster. Twenty-five centimeters, thick as my wrist. Like a veiny arm. Eyes wide. Breath caught. First time ever facing this. Fear twisted with wet heat between legs. Pulse thundered in ears. Hands trembled reaching out.
The Approach
Gripped base. Two fists needed. Hot, throbbing. Veins pulsed under fingers. Looked up. His eyes hungry, gentle. Tongue darted out. Traced a bulging vein slow. Salty skin. Up to the head—purple dome flared wide. Lips stretched around it. Filled my mouth instantly. No deepthroat possible. Just the tip, tongue swirling. Hands pumped shaft clumsy at first. Awkward angle, too big. Adjusted. Sucked harder. Taste musky, strong. Ball one hand down—heavy orb like a plum. Rolled it soft. He grunted deep. Body tensed. Mine buzzed electric.
The Instant
Faster now. Mouth stretched sore. Saliva dripped. Heart slammed ribs. Unknown thrill—could I handle? He warned. Coming. Nodded, mouth full. First spurt hit tongue—thick, steady. Swallowed. Second. Third. Pulses kept coming, controlled bursts. No flood. Gulped it down, warm ropes coating throat. Last lick on slit. He shivered. Pulled free. Lips numb, chin slick.
Kneeling there, cum breath heavy. Something shifted inside. Innocence cracked wide. No more small cocks, timid games. This beast opened doors—craved the stretch, the overwhelm. Max’s turn next. Deepthroated him showy, but Jean-Paër lingered. Led to mall chase, cafe kiss, wild fucks under trees. His giant filled me total, wrecked sweet. Three men now owned me. Paul steady, Max playful, Jean-Paër protector. Sub life exploded. No regrets. That first monster suck? Birth of my deepest slut.
