Lance's Seven Sins 06: Lust

Author's Note: This is the sixth of seven chapters that will be exploring the sexual escapades of an extremely well-endowed cis bisexual male named Lance. This story is told in first person past tense from different perspectives, and it features semi-ridiculous proportions. Check the story tags if you want to avoid surprises, but spoiler warning on them.

Lance is out of college and has begun his professional, independent adult life in a big city. He is 6'3" tall (190cm), with a toned athletic frame, a 6 pack of washboard abs, light blue eyes, masculine facial features, short-length brown hair, and possibly the largest penis on any human being ever.

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LANCE

"I don't know, Lance. I'm used to dive bars; I never saw myself wearing something collared to try to get laid." My buddy Jeremy sat on a stool next to me at a multi-floor night club downtown. He sipped the cocktail I bought for him and scanned the room conspicuously. Jeremy scratched the back of his luscious head of golden curls as he spun back around to face me. I noticed his small patch of hair sprinkled along his chiseled chest beneath his brand new blue button up and smiled at him.

"Come on, Rem. You're not that chubby kid in high school anymore. You're a fit, handsome guy now, and you've got eyes as blue as the Caribbean. Just focus on hanging out with me, and a girl will make herself known to you eventually," I reassured him, slowly swirling the ice in my whiskey glass. I looked into those unfairly bright eyes to get him to stop swerving his head so awkwardly. He really was a great looking guy, and he was only a bit shorter than me.

"Yeah, until they get a look at your third leg," he jested. His eyes wandered to the liquor bottles stacked behind the bar. The ambience in the lounge was a relaxing elegance that was underscored by a palpable sexual charge; Rem joked when we walked in that it felt like people were here to put themselves on display. The walls were clad with a polished limestone that was mottled with streaks of a darker brown. Dim crimson light bordered every corner and vertex of the walls, couches, tables, and bar, faintly hinting at a sinfulness beneath the reserved luxury.

I couldn't help but smirk as I replied, "Come now, that was one time." I took a sip of whiskey, and as the glass left my lips I added, "And we shared her!"

"Look could you at least give me a shot at getting to know them before they're genitally hypnotized?" Rem pleaded. Before I could respond, a beautiful Korean woman in her mid-thirties wearing a black dress came up beside Rem and pretended to wait for the bartender for a drink. I motioned with my eyes for him to check out his 'chance' before she got impatient. I decided to take my whiskey and pretended to need the restroom, which wasn't even the direction I started walking. I heard Rem introduce himself and ask to buy her a drink as I walked away.

I strolled confidently but slowly, looking over the off-white couches and low chairs of the booths that lined the long wall of the lounge. I originally planned to just grab a seat at the other end of the long bar, but I stopped abruptly as slow jazz filled my head. I felt like a Hanna Barbera cartoon in that moment: I could swear my tongue unrolled from my mouth down to my chest, my eyes popped out of my head, and the heavens opened up from the ceilings to shine holy light onto an angel of a woman sitting with her friend at one of the lounge 'booths' towards the back of the room.

Her wavy brown hair shimmered, extending just passed her shoulder blade and sitting atop an oval head of honey colored skin. Her upturned hazel eyes blinked, and as they opened time slowed nearly to a halt. She was looking right at me, almost posing for me. I could swear that upturned nose wiggled at me, as if she were a witch casting a spell - a lust spell. Her almond bow-shaped lips formed a tiny smile, and for a second I could swear she blushed.

As beautiful as she was, what really caught my attention was her exquisite body. To call her curvy would be almost an insult; this woman was the picture of fertility. Her prodigious bosom, her child-bearing hips, her thick thighs and strong arms all gave me a new breeding fetish I didn't know I had. She leaned back and laid more into the couch, turning slightly sideways to give the most flattering and boastful view of her ample, shapely derriere and her plump, natural breasts. The emerald dress she wore clung tightly to her assets, revealing that her waist almost didn't match the rest of her body. My mind had been suddenly emptied of every thought that didn't have to do with ravishing this goddess.

I finally snapped out of my daydream, realizing that I had probably been staring at this monument to femininity for an awkward length of time. But to my surprise, she was still locking eyes with me too. It was now or never, I had to make my move.

I composed myself, walked over with a bit of bravado, and slowed my pace as I approached their lounge. My heart was already racing, and butterflies fluttered in my stomach for the first time in years. "Hi-" I squeaked out as my voice cracked. Immediately I curled my empty hand into a fist, cleared my throat, and unclenched. My heart sank as embarrassment overcame me. "Excuse me," I said as I did my best to regain my confidence, and then I started over. "Good evening, ladies. Would you mind if I joined you?"

The angel with no wings smiled widely and sat up at the head of the U-shaped sofa. Her friend, who I had forgotten existed, answered, "We'd be delighted.." trailing off as a way to ask my name. She was quite the looker herself, though in a different way. She was almost the picture of a runway model. She was skinny to a point where people in the old days would be make a comment, but people in the late 20th century would consider her lithe frame in-fashion for a girl in the big city. Her pin straight golden hair reached passed her mid back. Her ivory skin complemented the brightness of her hair, which seemed illuminated like the sun against her pure white dress. Her deep blue, downturned eyes lustfully beckoned me to tell her my name. Lustful images momentarily took over my mind, and I got a flash of her eyes closed, the nostrils of her button nose flaring, and her tongue sticking out of her small, bottom heavy lips with her diamond-shaped face covered in cum. My cum. For a second I could swear that it was a shared vision between the two of us, but I quickly snapped myself back to reality.

"My apologies," I said as I sat down close but not next to my new obsession; I didn't want her friend to feel left out already. "My name is Lance," I announced as I extended my right arm out for a handshake with the perfect woman to my side, "and it's a pleasure to meet you."

The brunette reached out her right arm and shook my hand. "Ashley," she told me in a sultry tone with an almost tenor voice. I turned my attention to the blonde as she extended her hand, which I shook with my own as she introduced herself. "And I'm Aubrey. We're delighted to meet you as well."

I set my whiskey down on the oblong marble table, and the glass made a soft 'clink' sound as it hit the irregular minimalist pattern of the stone. In front of Aubrey on the table was a crimson and yellow cocktail worked with dried tangerine slices. In front of Ashley was a martini glass that was almost empty but still extra dirty. "Would you like another?" I asked Ashley, gesturing palm up with an open hand at her nearly finished beverage.

Aubrey leaned forward and firmly grasped my hand. "One is on the way already, but your generosity is appreciated." The strength of her grip was surprising, as if she were trying to pull me to her side of the couch. Then I saw it. The hand gripping mine was her left, and her ring finger wasn't empty. She's married. However, the ring wasn't a typical female ring. Thick and broad gold wrapped her dainty finger, and small but impressive diamonds were studded along the center. My heart skipped a beat, and Aubrey must have noticed. "Oh, fancy yourself a principled man? Has the ring sullied your debaucherous reasons for joining us?" Her voice was simultaneously teasing and testing.

I had to make a move. I've been embarrassed plenty of times and once already in the last few minutes. I can handle rejection, even if this one would sting a little extra. I lifted myself slightly, followed her grip, sat next to her close enough that our legs just didn't touch, looked her deep in the eye and said, "I'm not one to judge." She couldn't resist smiling, though I could tell she made efforts to keep it to a grin.

"That's wonderful. We aren't fond of men who think themselves above certain lifestyles." She turned to Ashley, and my eyes followed hers right to the two rings on Ashley's left ring finger. Ashley leaned forward with both hands on the edge of the seat as the chasm of her cleavage deepened tantalizingly. It took everything in me not to stare directly into that chasm, and I instead met her eyes with mine. "Ashley, though, has a partner that indulges her every desire."

My heart sank. Aubrey was gorgeous, and if she wasn't going to be afraid of my endowment, then the night would still prove fruitful. But I wanted Ashley. Whoever was her husband was the luckiest fucker alive. I hope he knows that.

AUBREY

I could see the disappointment in Lance's eyes, but Ashley has her fantasies. I've got mine, and I could see it snaked down Lance's pant leg. It had taken more restraint than I care to admit not to just grab it and start jerking like a mindless teenager, let alone not outright stare at it. I couldn't believe he was erect like this, but Ashley does have that effect on guys. I could hope it was for me, but Lance has been too obvious about his deep attraction. Almost rudely so, but it's endearing to see him melt for her. His awkwardly confident mannerisms are so adorably amusing. It's mean of me, but I'm going to have fun with him. "But enough about us - we talk to each other daily. Tell us about you. What do you do?"

Lance's eyes shifted from Ashley's rings to my face as he said, "I'm in finance," in a practiced manner. I let a bit of disbelief show in my facial expression as I silently observed him. He nervously looked back and forth between me and Ashley, then he leaned back a bit. "What? Too many guys say that to you?" He looked at Ashley for some approval, and she just smiled. She knew for me that this was my fun: finding the reality behind the lies.

"Yes, but many of them are only half lying when they say that, unlike you. I can tell the difference between the actual finance guys and the ones that are trying to be them. The real finance guys are much more confident, and they're quick to offer generic but grand generosity. Say, a weekend trip to Europe." As I spoke, I kept an eye on his reaction. He was genuinely attentive, which was impressive seeing as how up to now he was straining not to bury his face in Ashley's cleavage. "The new ones, the guys trying to impress after their first couple of wins are much more brash, and they're quick to offer specific but tacky generosity - usually one of the most expensive bottles on the menu. So eager to show off."

Lance shivered. "And me? Which one am I?" he asked.

I couldn't fight off the grin as I said, "You're neither, darling. You're wearing nice clothes, but I'm willing to bet that you got them on sale. You don't strike me as the fashionable type, and those pants accentuate all your features far too well to have been picked out by someone other than a woman who's had that monster inside her."

Lance's eyes widened in surprise. "Eh- excuse me?" He backed up a bit.

"Don't act all surprised, stud," I retorted. "You must know what you look like sporting an erection that big. It's hard to hide. If I had a statistical outlier like that, I'd flaunt it too. The giveaway for who picked them out is your modesty. You don't want to show it off, at least not publicly..." My voice lowered to a mischievous level, "but she did." I sighed. "But back to the original point: no, I don't think you're in finance. You're successful in another line of work. Though in what exactly I can't fathom a guess." I curled a fist but left my pointer finger open and splayed vertically across my curled lips, then tapped them a couple times while letting my eyes wander in thought... And I wasn't exactly polite about where they wandered.

"Damn.. you're good.." Lance sighed. He looked back at me with a relieved calm.

Ashley put her hand on his knee and smiled. "Allow me to properly introduce her," Ashley chuckled and straightened her back with pride. "This is Aubrey Goldman, a prodigy of social analysis both micro and macro. She can predict the trajectory of various trends in markets by looking into everything 'human' about them and keeping a finger on the pulse of the consumers. She did this so well that she became a top investor on Wall Street by age 30. It didn't come without making enemies, though.." Ashley trailed off and left a couple moments of awkward mystery hang in the air.

"Ashley, thank you but that's already too much. You've flattered me enough. Plus, we were trying to find out more about our new friend, Lance." I leaned forward and let a bit of cleavage show, resting my chin in my palm with my elbow on my knee.

"Wow. I'm sharing in some interesting company here. I better make the most of it," said Lance.

Ashley laughed. "Well, you can start by telling us whether this woman with great sense for men's fashion is still in your life," she beckoned almost villainously.

Lance's face became a bit sullen. "No." He paused a bit. "No she's not." After a short and awkward pause, he perked back up, "But that's history. Right now, I'm sharing drinks with phenomenal people. Speaking of, that was amazing, the way you read me like that by just watching me for a few minutes. You were spot on about my work, and you only got one detail about me wrong. As for my occupation," he paused, almost purposefully for dramatic effect, "I'm a freelance videographer, let's say." He shrugged as he finished.

"Ohh," Ashley exclaimed lightly. "Do you mostly do weddings? I hear that's quite lucrative if you can get the right clientele base."

"No, it's not that," I interrupted.

Lance's eyes widened slightly, and he paused, mouth agape. A hint of anxiety in his eyes. His demeanor changed to intrigue. "Correct, it's not," he proclaimed excitedly. "But what then could it be?"

I smiled at him, then I gave Ashley a seductive look of hunger. "He utilizes his natural assets to make exclusive content for special people."

Ashley's eyes darted back and forth between me and Lance, and they narrowed as understanding sank in. "He's a camwhore," she said to me with a disapproving tone.

"No," I snapped.

"How do you know?" Lance questioned curiously, a hint of admission that I was correct in the upward inflection at the tail end of the inquiry.

"You didn't say you were a freelance model. You said you were a freelance videographer, which would imply that you don't have a public-facing profile. Instead you provide non-shareable content for specific people, akin to private commissions. Nothing you've ever done is meant for general public consumption. Am I correct?"

Lance's mouth was agape before he said, "You're starting to scare me with how good you are, Aubrey."

"Well, in that case, I'll leave you two alone and head home. I have things to take care of now that I'm feeling particularly..." I pause as I grab my bag and stand up. "Inspired."

Lance stands up to allow me a path out and apologizes. "I'm sorry if I've said something rude. I didn't mean to offend, truly."

I hold out my hand to shake his. "You didn't, I assure you. I think we'll see each other again quite soon, don't worry. Just one thing before I go. What detail did I get wrong?"

Lance stood up, took my hand and turned it palm down, lifting it to meet his lowering lips for a soft kiss. "I'm not hard." He sat back down, and pride visibly swelled in him. "It was a pleasure meeting you."

ASHLEY

I couldn't believe my ears or my eyes. I couldn't believe that he wasn't hard, and I couldn't believe Aubrey broke composure in public - even if only for a moment. She was as shocked by his reveal as I was. "Likewise," Aubrey said calmly after quickly collecting herself. She retrieved her hand and turned away gracefully, then she strode towards the exit.

Lance turned towards me and gestured towards the empty space next to me, asking silently if he could reclaim his spot. "May I?" I nodded with a smile and gestured similarly towards the spot. He sat down next to me and it became much too easy to see his protruding member stretch fabric, seemingly to its limit. "Did I say something wrong?" he asked with sincerity in his voice.

"Quite the opposite, actually." I say as my martini arrives with another of Aubrey's drinks. "I've known Aubrey for a long, long time, and you've made quite an impression on her." I take a sip, and offer Aubrey's drink to Lance by lifting it.

"Sure, why not." Lance sips the drink and asks, "So you're childhood friends or something?"

"Childhood friends, romantic fallouts..." My head droops and my eyes sink, then I pick back up and look Lance in the eyes fiercely. "... husband and wife."

Lance's pupils shrunk in shock, but his eyes narrowed in confusion. He put the drink down on the table. "You two..?"

I strained a smile. "Yes. Aubrey was born a boy. She has always had an effeminate figure, and she was bullied for it by the other boys in high school. I was a chubby girl, so I faced my own grade school challenges."

Lance was not subtle about checking me out up and down as he went, "Funny how that works out sometimes, huh?" He picked his drink back up.

I chuckled. "I'm glad you feel that way. Even today, many consider me unattractive." I took a sip of my drink and set it down on the table.

"Fools," he scoffed, swigging his own drink unceremoniously.

"You're sweet," I cooed, placing my hand on his. "Well, naturally we gravitated to each other. I was the initiator of our relationship, but Aubrey fell for me first, and hard. She's a bit older, so she went off to college first. Then she wanted to continue the relationship when I graduated high school, but I just.. couldn't believe in myself at the time. Aubrey is so smart, she went off to such a prestigious school, and I was stuck at State. I didn't want to hold her back so.. I broke it off. Good thing, too, because it forced her to branch out and hone her gift. I wouldn't see Aubrey again until after she transitioned, which was about the same time she made all her money. She found me, offered me a life I could only have dreamed of, and we eloped."

"Just like that, huh?," Lance sighed, showing genuine interest in my life's story. It felt good to be heard like that.

"Sorry. I'm not sure why I told it like a sad story. It's got quite the happy ending." I commented with jubilant energy to change the mood. I picked up my drink and crossed my legs as I took a sip.

Lance perked up. "Well, what is this happy ending then? What is the life you're living - the one you could only have dreamed of if Aubrey hadn't come back into your life?"

"To be frank, I live a satisfying, hedonistic lifestyle. I get to spend my days pursuing what tickles my fancy, and every now and again my husband lets me be pursued by those who tickle my fancy." I swapped my crossed legs over each other and gave him a sultry smile. I raised my eyebrow as well while I imbibed the last of my martini.

Lance didn't seem to flinch at the nearly blunt admission of why Aubrey left - and why I'm still here. He merely continued the conversation as though we were talking about the weather. It turned me on that he wasn't phased at all, despite being so obviously attracted to me. "And what's your latest endeavor?"

I sighed exasperatedly. "I've actually been quite unsatisfied lately. For the past few months I haven't been able to stick to a personal project, and Aubrey and I have been looking for something that brings us to this bar almost nightly, only to leave empty handed."

Lance raised an eyebrow. "Oh? And what might that be?"

I set my empty drink down on the table, and squeezed his hand that I was still holding. "Someone who isn't just worthy of being in a little.. movie.. but someone who's willing to make it and trustworthy enough to have what happens on the tape stay on the tape. Tough combination to find."

He tried not to smile like an idiot, he tried not to look at my cleavage, and he tried to hide it behind finishing his drink. He failed, but there's a charismatic goofyness to him that made it almost endearing. "And then I came along with my, let's say, unique profession."

"And unique anatomy," I growled, moving my hand from holding his hand to holding his knee, where the end of his unique anatomy was protruding.

"Some might call this serendipity."

"I call it a fortuitous coincidence for us, and an opportunity for you." I squeezed his 'knee' gently. "If this turns into an ongoing production, then Aubrey could very well change your life in ways you didn't even think about."

"I don't plan on charging, if that's what you're saying," Lance said defensively.

"Oh, that's not what I meant. Being friends with Aubrey has its perks - outside the bedroom more than inside of it."

"That's saying something, considering who her wife is." Lance's cock twitched inside of his pants.

"Such a charmer," I laughed. "So? Are you ready to leave this place and head over to our little home studio?" Lance turned his head over his shoulder and scanned the room, then he mumbled something to himself that I couldn't hear. "Looking for your friend?"

He whipped his head back around. "Yes, but he wouldn't be surprised if I disappeared."

"Well then," I said as I stood up slowly. "Let's disappear." I bent slightly to grab my handbag from the table, and Lance resisted the urge to glare directly down my dress. He offered his hand, and I took the lead with it. Lance followed me to the exit and down the stairs, and out of the main door. A large, burly Cayman man in a tuxedo stood at attention in front of a luxurious black town car. "Hello, Jacques."

He smiled and opened the back door. "Good evening, Mrs. Goldman," he greeted us with his stately French Cayman accent. "Our Lady stated you would be needing a ride to the Velvet Room. Is this gentleman accompanying you?"

"Yes, he'll be our guest for the night. Thank you, Jacques." I sat in, and the door closed behind me. Jacques led Lance around to the other side, opened the door for him, and I got to feast my eyes on his bulge without being caught for a couple of seconds. I picked up my phone and began to text Aubrey.

AUBREY

I stood naked in the kitchen sipping a bottle of water as my phone buzzed. "The timing is right. It's been about an hour since I left them alone." I said to no one. Ashley had texted me. A direct phone call would have meant she was alone, so I felt blood rush to my loins when it was just a couple of short vibrations.

Ashley: We're en route.

Aubrey: Paperwork signed?

Ashley: Jacques is finalizing everything with him now.

Aubrey: Good. The cameras are set up.

Ashley: This one has high potential. I got to put a hand on it at the lounge. It's real. I'm scared lol.

Aubrey: ♥️♥️♥️

I walked back to the studio room, phone in hand, and surveyed to make sure everything was set up. The standard size guest bedroom was dimly lit from a set of basic recessed lights in the ceiling. A builder grade closet had double sliding mirror doors on it, and the queen bed was placed with the head against the wall perpendicular to the mirrored doors of the closet. The bed sheets were an off-shade of white, four standard feather pillows, and a couple of useless throws of complementing colors and patterns. It's been over a decade since I ever slept in a room like this, but the down-to-earth everyday nature of the interior design is squarely where the audience of this genre likes to immerse themselves. Myself included.

Just then, I heard the front door click open. One voice distinctly male and another distinctly female were muffled through the walls. I went to each camera, hit the record button, and slinked into the closet. I closed it just enough that I could peek out, and as the sounds of uncoordinated footsteps grew - so did my erection. They came stumbling in, making out like teenagers and knocking the door against the stopper a couple of times as they fumbled into the room. Lance led her to the wall opposite the bed and pressed her up against it. Then I saw Ashley's face. She was enjoying this on a level I'd never seen before. Her movements were clumsy, her kissing wasn't her normal style - she was trying to follow his sloppy lead, her hands were frantically jerking as much of his cock as she could through his pants, and she was already moaning loudly. Lance was mauling her breasts through her dress, trying not to go too far too fast but failing to hold back his heightened desire. They had seemingly completely forgotten that they were on camera and were just experiencing each other. I reached down to satisfy my own need for touch as I started to slowly stroke my tiny dick.

Ashley was the first to get impatient - an exceedingly rare occurrence nowadays, and she started pulling down her dress. When finally her body was naked and revealed, Lance took a step back. He was speechless. Marveling at her up and down. "Like what you see?" Ashley teased.

"You're.." Lance paused to put a hand softly on her hip, "you're perfect. I've never been so in lust." His other hand was more adventurous and moved up to palm a breast.

"I've never been so nervous around a man before," Ashley admitted while reaching out to undo his pants. Lance took his hands away to remove his shirt as Ashley dropped to her knees while slipping her fingers into the waistband. Lance backed up a bit until his legs hit the edge of the bed. "Let's let the monster out of his cage, shall we?" Slowly she began to pull his pants and briefs down at the same time. The bottom of the shaft revealed itself, and I couldn't believe my eyes. It was an intimidating thickness. As more of the shaft revealed itself, a hefty, hairless, scrotum pressed against his legs, briefly distracting both me and my wife from the main event. Our eyes shifted focus back to it simultaneously as his waistband was halfway down his thigh. A little more, then, incredibly, she was at his knee - his fucking knee! - and the head still hadn't popped out. Ashley paused and ducked her head in laughter. "This.. is.. absurd! You might literally have the biggest penis on the planet."

Lance smiled from ear to ear as Ashley looked up at his face. "You might have the best body on the planet, and I'm begging you not to keep it so far from me for much longer." With that, Ashley yanked down his pants to his ankles. His full, immense length popped out and swung upward. It narrowly missed Ashley's face, slapped his stomach, and landed on top of her head on its way down. Ashley was dumbstruck, looking directly up at an unbelievably huge cock.

I had to let go of my own dick or else I'd have cum hard enough to pass out. The thought of my wife taking on that monstrosity of flesh turned me on like nothing else ever has before. It was magnitudes larger than my pathetic protrusion I call a penis. The expression on both my and Ashley's faces were the same - complete and total disbelief. To me, what was almost as unbelievable was how aesthetic and handsome his whole package was. The tan shaft was almost entirely veinless save for one big one traveling up the bottom from base to tip, and the thickness was uniform throughout - until it tapered just before a mushroom head that was slightly thicker and slightly pinker than the shaft.

Several moments passed as Ashley and I drank in the monumental beauty of this appendage- no.. this limb. The beauty of its form coupled with the size is what truly pushed it over the edge into possibly the greatest penis to ever grace a man. And it was about to demonstrate its superiority all over and inside my wife.

Ashley took a deep breath, then she stuck out her tongue just enough to poke the bottom of the shaft. She tilted her head upward and extended her tongue to get as much of it as she could, then she licked from where she was all the way to the top. When finally there was no more cock to lick, she let it fall. Despite how obviously hard he was, the immense weight of Lance's dick made it impossible to point upward. Impressively, it held horizontal, forcing Ashley to stare straight down the barrel of a canon.

"Careful," Lance warned, his voice a mix of pleasure and incredulity. "You've got me revved up. There's no controlling it once I'm like this."

Ashley smiled and grabbed the bottom of the shaft with both hands, which barely accounted for half the shaft - not including the head. "Aww, you flatter me."

Lance winced from the pleasure of her touch, clearly holding back a premature orgasm. "How far will flattery get me?"

"To Greece if you perform well this time and want to come back," Ashley said confidently before taking his head in her mouth and working her tongue.

Lance sucked in his teeth as I threw caution to the wind and pinched my cock between two fingers. Ashley started to work her hands along his length in motion, and I tried to match her rhythm. "Ashley, I-.. I can't hold it! You're too.." As I watched those balls contract and nearly smack the top of his scrotum, I too came all over the floor. Ashley pulled off as soon as I was done, but Lance wasn't finished. Ashley was choking, which shocked me.

This man is a sex god. If he can go three rounds tonight, my wife will be ruined for other men - including and especially me.

After we opened up our relationship, Ashley wanted to up her cocksucking game, and she was already quite good. She practiced on big dicks and heavy shooters, sometimes a guy was both if we were lucky. Eventually, she could take nearly any cock to the base in one or two tries and swallow the load without flinching. Lance's size intimidated her to not even try throating him while he came. And even though she only had the head in her mouth, the amount made her choke.

And he wasn't done cumming. Ashley released her grip on him but she did her best to raise her head as soon as she could and look up at him with watery eyes. He took charge of his own pleasure by grabbing his shaft and stroking. Lance threw a few more ropes onto her face before the rest dribbled on her ample cleavage. He let go, and Ashley started to chuckle. "Holy shit," she laughed. "You're amazing."

Lance let go of his cock, bent his legs slowly until he sat on the bed, his hands gripped the edge lightly, and he let his softening cock hang down the side of the mattress. "Right back at ya," he replied. Ashley wiped away the cum that threatened to get in her eyes, but she was careful to leave the rest.

Examining the mess that she had wiped with her hands, she opened her mouth and cleaned off her fingers like a hooker with a lollipop. Ashley took her time getting to her feet, rising up with Lance's cock sliding between her breasts on the way up. When her eyes were level with his, she asked, "Tell me, Lance, do you like the taste of your own cum?"

He reached up and held the top of her neck with both hands. "I would eat almost anything if it was on your lips." Lance pulled Ashley in close, and I watched my wife's cum-stained face get claimed by this sex god as they made out like teenagers again. Both Lance and I got hard again at the same time. I reached for the floor, cleaned up my own mess, tasted it, and a familiar salty sweetness hit my tongue.

ASHLEY

It didn't matter to me that Lance's kissing technique was juvenile; we'd have other opportunities to work on that. If anything, it took me back to a time when I would've been elated to be kissing someone at all. I followed his lead, and it wasn't long before our hands found each other's desires again. My hands clumsily jerked his growing cock. As experienced as I am, no one would know what to do with something this massive on their first encounter with it. Lance's hands found my chest, and I could tell he was more than happy just to be touching me.

Regretfully, I broke off for a moment. "How does it feel knowing that I belong to someone else?" I asked Lance, halfway out of breath.

"You won't belong to anyone but me after I've been inside you."

Fuck, Aubrey must've loved that. She's such a whore for humiliation.

"Is that right?" I teased, stroking his now fully hard cock.

"Last chance to back out," Lance offered facetiously while his hands moved to my back.

I smiled put on a lustful, challenging face. "Get up," I commanded. He obeyed immediately, letting me go. I moved around him and lay on my back on the bed. I pulled my legs up so that my knees were at my sides and my legs were spread. "Make me forget I'm married." I could see pure sexual hunger in his eyes as they scanned me. It was as though he was taking several mental photographs. He stepped forward and placed his cockhead on my waist, and then he pushed forward. It just kept traveling up my torso, until the head and several inches of his shaft disappeared into my soft, plushy mounds as his balls hit my pussy lips. "What the-" I lifted my head and strained myself to get a better look. "You're fucking my tits from my waist." We both smiled as a whimper escaped the closet.

Aubrey's going to goon to these videos for days as soon as she gets the time.

Pride visibly swelled in Lance as he withdrew just enough to keep his cockhead from departing my cleavage, then he thrust back in. "Squeeze them together."

I did as I was told happily, and Lance set a slow pace to start. I enjoyed his balls smacking my clit from this position more than I thought I would, and I realized something as his pace started to quicken.

I can feel his cockhead almost up to my neck. He's going to ram my pussy into my throat.

I took stock of how massive he felt on me instead of just in my hands. The thickness of it, the shape, the way the mushroom head was going to hurt so good when it finally breaches me. And with that, my first orgasm hit. I didn't hide it, moaning and writhing as his sack continued to smack my pussy through my shivering. He hastened, chasing his own release as my chest rippled through the impacts. Lance took in the sight of me like an enthusiast at a museum, and then I felt it. He pushed forward one last time, hard, grabbing as much of my mounds as he could with the nipples centered in his palms. Warmth built up near the top of my chest, some droplets splashing out from the force of his subsequent spurts firing. Cum pooled at my neck, and I watched him shake through a second orgasm.

Lance panted as his own orgasm subsided, releasing the grip on my chest and stepping back. I didn't have time to recover, because he apparently didn't need it. He never went soft. That giant head was like a battering ram, and it still needed a push despite how wet I was. Then, before I was really ready, the head popped in. "Oh my God, that's thick!" He was gentler now, letting me get accustomed to his size for a bit before moving only centimeters at a time. "FUCK, Lance! You're big. You're really big."

"That's just the head." He maintained his microthrusting, pushing only the tiniest bit as my pussy stretched beyond anything I'd ever felt just to accommodate him.

"You're gonna break me, you beast!"

"You had your chance to back out. You're the most beautiful woman in the world, and now you're going to be shaped for me and me only."

I had a mini orgasm as he said that, and I know Aubrey must have blown her own load hearing it too. "My husband could never compare, and you're not even halfway in yet."

Lance thrusted a few inches more into me, though it felt like a whole damn baseball bat just got shoved up my cunt. "The-e-ere we go. How about now?"

"Is that halfway?" I screamed, lifting up my head to survey the scene. Lance just smiled at me as my eyes grew wide. There was a lot of cock left to go.

"No." My eyes widened in fear. Another couple of inches made room for themselves on the next thrust. The most pleasurable pain jolted through me, like being fucked in the ass for the first time but better. A silent scream escaped my throat, and my mouth held agape. "Now, yes," he corrected himself conceitedly.

"Fuck 'really big'; you're too big! It's.. it's too much."

Lance held his cock there for a while, letting my grunts of pain and moans of pleasure fill the silence of the room. "It's not too much until I'm at your cervix. Let me know when I can keep going."

"Give me more before I go fucking crazy!" That wasn't even part of the script. I actually couldn't handle him, and I actually wanted him to break me. This has gone beyond just a cuckolding tryst. Lance was right. I was actually becoming shaped for him.

"Say it again." Lance pulled out, leaving me agonizingly empty, and then he thrust halfway back in. "Beg."

"Please fuck me! Please! I need that dick." I didn't even recognize myself in my words. I reached to grab at my own tits roughly. "But.. go slow.. at first. I just.. You're just..."

Lance pulled out again, then slowly sunk back in, further this time. "Too big. I know." He continued to pull out and slowly sink back in, and I grew wetter and wetter each time he did. He definitely knew what he was doing, feeling the exact moment my pussy told him it was too much and stopping for just a moment before pulling back out. Some guys with huge dicks just keep trying to knock at the palace gates, not knowing the portcullis will fall if you just give it room.

"How many girls have you broken in like this?" I asked to the ceiling.

"Not many. It takes a special kind of size queen not to quit at this depth."

"It takes a special kind of dick to make this size queen hurt so good like this. I've never been so full in my life."

Another mini orgasm rocked me as he continued feeding my pussy his tree trunk. This feeling of being incomparably stretched on his huge, thick, cock was unlike anything I'd felt before. Or since. On the next thrust, he hit my cervix. Then, with practiced measurement, he began to move. He would pull halfway out, then thrust back in just enough to not turn his cock into a battering ram that was seeking my womb. It was too expert not to question how he became such an expert, but I couldn't care in that moment. "Fuck, that's so good! Don't stop!"

His pace quickened slightly. "Your husband will never fit in here again."

"There's no way that pathetic dick won't notice. I'm going to be gaping for weeks after you."

"You're going to be leaking for weeks. Seeing you like this under me is enough to send me over the edge."

"Yes! Cum in me! Fill me up!" A real orgasm hit me like a brick as Lance set a brutal rhythm. My moans turned into incoherent babble, and he lasted longer than I thought. I couldn't help but cum over and over until his pace quickened to something I actually couldn't handle. Just as I was about to tap out, his cockhead hit my cervix, and I could feel his cumshot blast against the entrance to my womb. Spurt after spurt sex god nectar filled the small seams of my pussy that weren't clamped around his cock. I felt it spill out, but he still wasn't done.

LANCE

"Fuckin'-," I breathed out, then I collapsed on top of her. I rested my head on her chest - of course, and we lay together with her arms wrapped around me. I could tell she felt me softening inside her as our heavy breathing synced up. Our sweaty bodies began to stick to each other, but neither of us cared.

"Don't pull out yet," said a third voice as the closet opened up. We both turned to find Aubrey rising from the closet.

"Do I get to come back?" I asked stupidly and genuinely.

Ashley lightly slapped my face. "You better come back." I smiled at her.

I felt a hand cup my balls, and I realized that Aubrey was behind us. She leaned in and licked the seam where my cock met Ashley's labia. "Now you can pull out." As much as I didn't want to, I slowly unsheathed myself from Ashley's warmth. The head audibly popped out, and I felt it hit Aubrey's head as she drank the mixture of my and her wife's cum that came pouring from her wife's cunt.

"Aubrey, fuck! I'm- I'm too sensitive! Stop!" Ashley said, moaning and laughing, but Aubrey didn't stop. "Aubrey! I'm serious! I- ah!" Aubrey kept licking her pussy and sucking out whatever she could - like a dog at its last meal. I took the opportunity to suckle at Ashey's tits again. "Not you too! Fuck! I'm-"

I felt Ashley contract, and I heard more squirts. The squeezing of her orgasm must have pushed out the last of what was in there. Aubrey sucked in through her teeth, then exhaled like she had just finished a steak. "Delicious."

I was in a bit of an awkward position, so I maneuvered myself off the bed and looked at the faces of the most gorgeous married couple I'd ever see in my life. And both their faces were covered in my cum. Deja vu hit me as I recalled the vision I saw earlier at the lounge. Realizing how much time must have passed, I asked, "What time is it?"

"Late." Aubrey replied as she stood up. Then, I could really appreciate her body. She was indeed modelesque without her clothes on. Her lithe body and perfect tits betrayed her age and her gender, but the cutest little cock between her legs made me smirk. "Want a taste of your own?" Aubrey asked, noticing me checking her out.

"You have energy to go again right now? We heard you cum at least three times." I retorted.

"She's an insatiable gooner, and humiliation cuckold porn starring me could sustain her for so long she'd need to go to the hospital for a priapism." Ashley joked.

"I would happily provide as much content as you want." I stated like I had been offered a winning lottery ticket.

Aubrey walked toward me and wrapped a hand around the base of my cock. The other hand laid on my shoulder as she leaned close and whispered in my ear. "Be careful what you wish for." She squeezed, then she let me go, winked at me, and walked out.

"Where's she going?" I asked, turning to Ashley.

"To clean up, probably. We should, too." She got up and came over to me, pinning me against the wall by holding a light grip on my both my cock and my throat.

"Is this a threat or an invitation?" I jested, her face now right below mine.

"Both. You were dangerously good tonight." Ashley bit my lower lip, stretched it a bit, then let go and let it bounce back. "But I'll remind you that Aubrey can change your life in ways you didn't think about. Be honest and upfront with us, and you'll have nothing to worry about. Even if it disappoints us." Her hand on my cock squeezed to the point of pain. "Though, I'd rather you didn't." The death grip let up. "But still, you're free to if it comes to that. Just..." Her eyes locked onto mine, seemingly searching my soul. I stayed silent and waited for her to finish. All she did was chuckle. Then she let go of me and started towards the door. "Let's get clean. I'll show you the guest room."

"Wait." I grabbed her wrist and turned her around. I didn't mean to at first, but the movement was too perfect. She spun around, and I pulled her in. My other arm wrapped around to her lower back, and we dipped into a deep kiss. We both closed our eyes and held there. When it felt right, we pulled our heads apart, and her eyes peered into my soul again. "Just what?" I asked.

She chuckled. "Just try to keep your head on straight. You could have so much power in the sex world of rich people, and you don't even know it."

"Care to enlighten me?" I asked as we separated.

"Aubrey will," Ashley stated, "when the time is right." She turned and started walking down the hall, and I followed behind her. I watched those hips sway, that ass jiggle, and I could even see her tits from behind her. I could've definitely gone another round with Aubrey if Ashley joined in, now that I thought about it. But it's best not to eat the whole cake at once, I guess. I'll savor it for as long as I can.

*TWO NIGHTS LATER*

Ashley snuggled up to me as I lay against the headboard. I looked toward Aubrey, who was sitting naked on the chair in the corner of the small room. "This was undoubtedly the best weekend of my life," I said.

Aubrey wiped up the multiple loads of her own cum from her skinny thigh, brought her fingers to her mouth, and elegantly licked them one by one. She crossed one leg over the other, and that tiny package disappeared. "You have many best weekends of your life to look forward to, then."

"It gets better?!" I exclaimed, looking down at Ashley then back at Aubrey.

"Lance," Aubrey started sternly, "if you're not careful, the world I'm going to open up to you will swallow you whole."

"You make that sound like a bad thing. Not many people can take the whole thing down their throat. You couldn't." I smiled to cap off the defensive sarcasm and play off what I could have taken as an insult.

Aubrey leaned forward. "I don't mean this lightly, Lance. The sex lives of billionaires is an abyss. You can become a tool for your clients' downfall. Including mine and Ashley's."

My heart sunk. The default of witty optimism wasn't an option here; I needed to be serious and listen. "I will practice extreme caution and discretion."

"Exactly what I wanted to hear, thank you. But I'm afraid I can't let you leave until we review your security plan."

My flaccid cock was draped over one thigh, and I swung it over to the other - the side Ashley was on. "I guess I should call some movers, then." Aubrey wasn't pleased, and she didn't move a muscle. So I course corrected. "I know. Jacques went over the NDA clause in full detail with me in the car, and I gave some thought to it during our short breaks here. You can rest assured that I'm going to go above and beyond the bar for discretion that even the language of the contract sets."

"That's the sexiest thing you've said all weekend." Aubrey smiled as she leaned back in the chair. "Now I know you told Ashley you weren't charging, but I would be remiss if I didn't offer you something as a token of our appreciation. Name something you want. Call it a parting gift." Aubrey looked regal, which was a major feat considering she just got cucked and came several times to the humiliation for 50 hours straight. It's like she had a switch she could turn on to take over a space.

"Something?" I asked innocently. "As in anything?"

"Yes - within reason. Money is no object to us. When you're as wealthy as we are, power, security, and favors become the currencies of value."

My mind raced. I was too embarrassed to ask for anything life changing, but anything less would be insignificant. I looked to my side, and I eyefucked Ashley one more time before turning back to Aubrey. "I would like your wife's phone number."

Aubrey struck a look of genuinely pleasant surprise. "I'll make sure Jacques puts it in the folder of your copy of the paperwork. He'll give it to you as you enter the car."

My cock twitched. "I'm a happy man."

"I'm a spent woman," sighed Ashley as she separated herself from me. "I'm not going to walk straight for a long time." I hated that she was leaving the bed, but I loved to watch her do it. "Aubrey, baby, I'm going to call Karen off hours, so expect overtime from her. I'm going to need to book so many massages. Maybe I'll go spend a couple of weeks at a resort spa." Ashley left the room, but she didn't close the door behind her.

"Who's Karen?" I asked Aubrey.

"My personal assistant," Aubrey answered as she stood up. "Care to join us in the shower? You can have my ass again if you want it." I've only known this woman for two days, but I was already familiar enough to recognize that as a demand feigning as an offer.

The flesh snake draped over my leg began to straighten up. "What did I do to get so lucky?"

Aubrey crawled onto the bed and leaned her head over mine. "I'm not going to speculate on your past, but I'll ask this: What was your favorite part of the weekend?"

I couldn't believe she was raring to go again. Her eyes looked hungry, and I admired her stamina that rivaled my own. "Ohh, don't make me choose." One of her hands started caressing my abs, and I reached out to cup her small pecker and sack. "Let me think," I trailed off as her hand explored lower. When she found the base of my towering pole, I rattled off whatever came to mind. "When you first revealed yourself from the closet and ate the cum from Ashley's pussy. I'm almost sad that was the last round that first night." Aubrey rose to her feet, and her now-hard little prick escaped my grasp. "Maybe the morning after. Walking back from the bathroom to both you bent over the bed for me is something I'll remember forever."

Aubrey stepped over me and bent her knees to aim my cockhead at her pink rosebud. "I'll remember how it felt to have you balls deep in my ass for the first time forever."

She lowered, and I felt my head pop in. "So tight," I moaned. "Chasing that high again?"

"Keep talking about the weekend. I want to hear how good it was to fuck my wife."

I felt slightly embarrassed that she had to spell out what she wanted for me, but I didn't let it affect my performance. "It was heaven. Her body was built for breeding. Those childbearing hips, that crazy waist ratio, those huge milky tits that could feed a village. She should be worshipped as the fertility goddess that she is." Aubrey sank further and reached down to massage my balls when she got about halfway. "She's gorgeous, too," I added, lifting my hand to her small mounds to find a nipple and twist lightly. "She deserves so much more than that pathetic thing you call a dick. You aren't worthy to bed her." Aubrey started moving up and down, and I became more and more engulfed by her tight hole with each bounce. "Even if she could somehow feel you before, there's no chance now that I've been inside her. She'll think of me every time you go to be with her."

"You stretched her. Truly," Aubrey panted as she bottomed out. "Like you're stretching me now." She began to ride me, taking my endowment with an ease that surprised me as much now as it did when I first entered her. "When you made me look up close at your cock sawing in and out of her, she looked so beautifully widened. I couldn't believe she was taking you so well. But then I saw how wet she was."

"She's never been that soaked for you, has she?" I mocked, pinching her nipple harder.

"Never." Aubrey answered, speeding up and chasing another release. Her hand reached down to her crotch, and a few fingers started frantically jerking. "She moaned like an indignant whore when you had her bent over. She screamed when you fucked her on her side. She looked like she was in bliss when she was on top of you and finally took the whole thing inside her."

"She's going to feel me in her ass next weekend," I reminded Aubrey. Ashley had asked for it during one of our many sessions these past couple of days. Aubrey shouted various vowels out of pleasure as her cock dribbled out a few thick drops of her girljizz on my abs. I moved my hand from her nipple and started to massage her thigh. She fell to her knees with me still hilted in her.

"You still need to finish too." Aubrey observed breathlessly.

"I'll save it for next time." I promised, slowly withdrawing my cock from that tight ass.

"You'll last that long?"

"For Ashley, I would never touch my dick again. I meant everything I said. She has the body of a fertility goddess, and I'm ready to convert."

"She'll want to hear you say that." Aubrey cooed as I finally popped out of her.

"She gets everything she wants."

"Nothing less for my wife." Aubrey rolled over and lay next to me.

"So," I began, then paused.

"So," Aubrey parroted, turning her body towards me on the bed.

I turned on my side as well and looked into her eyes. "Do you want to go over security here and now or after the shower?"

"I need to show you things on your phone. Do you have a computer at home? a laptop? Maybe-" She cut herself off and peeked down. Despite a decent distance between us on the bed, my erection was poking her thigh. "That thing is ridiculous." Aubrey marveled at it for a few seconds. "Let's get cleaned up. Then we can talk properly."

We both rolled out of bed on opposite sides, and I waited for her to lead the way. She paused and smiled. "Speaking of security, I'm not comfortable walking in front of someone when they're pointing a weapon at my back."

"I'm not so keen on it either. Yours might be small, but it would still be very effective on me. Plus, I just saw that it can shoot just fine." I motioned for her to lead the way.

"You'd like that?" Aubrey asked. She could hide it from her facial expression, but her tone was laced with surprise.

"Would you?" I retorted.

She smiled widely. "I'll keep it in mind for next weekend." She walled through the door, and I admired her graceful gait that overshadowed the depraved gaping of her hole.

It's going to be a long five days.

Aubrey paused in the hallway. "If you'd like," she started, speaking with caution, "I can introduce you to people who would pay more for one night with you than you make in a year with videos."

I never thought providing that type of service would be safe, but what if my clients were billionaires?

"Let's add it to the list for next weekend."