Thread: Desperate Measures (darkest_fate & Rand)

Money likely changed hands as agents placed bets and handed over winnings regarding sizes. Not simply of the Hulk's cock, which had likely become something of a joking rumor for most of the agents who knew of the gamma creature, but also on Natasha's impressive breasts. It would take all the training some of them had not to simply start stroking themselves, both men and women, while watching the highly charged scene as instructed. At least one agent would subtly record the scene for private use, figuring that getting fired might be worth it to have such grade A fapping material. Not that any of this was known to the agent inside the room with the monster. She kept slurping and working the cock, drool sliding down from her gaping mouth, her jaw already starting to ache. The human mouth had never been made to open as wide for as long as Natasha kept at it. The skilled agent's discipline was all that prevented her from essentially biting down on the thick shaft that split her mouth and jutted into the upper reaches of her throat. That discipline wavered as she tasted the slimy precum jutting from the tip. The agent's constantly swallowing gave the liquids only one path to go. She could handle precum, even at the Hulk's hefty load. Hulk... feels good Natasha smiled, pulling her mouth upward, though she made certain to keep her mouth, and even a bit of her teeth, along the shaft all the way up. That's just what a girl wants to hear, she purred, before extending her tongue to play along the tip. she could feel it starting to spurt further still, and her eyes widened for a moment. Had she finally gotten close to the goal? Natasha knew she needed to act and act fast. The Hulk was likely to react very strongly to an orgasm, and if she denied, if she hesitated, things could go very wrong for her very fast. So the agent swallowed hard and slammed her head forward. She felt her throat closing tight along the head of the shaft, the urge to vomit actually rising even for the skilled agent. A spurt of precum shot nearly a human sized load directly into the Widow's stomach. She groaned as she felt that sliding all the way down, her clenching muscles taking it within. Natasha's eyes rolled as she forced herself forward, again showing discipline. Her jaw opened past the hurting phase, nearly to an extent where it might start to break. The Widow knew her own limits though, even when she was forcing herself past them. Something like seven to eight inches of bulbous, thick, green shaft disappeared into the Widow's hot mouth, down her pale throat. Natasha actually found herself nearly stuck at this point. Her mouth closed tight along the shaft, teeth pulled against the weight of it. The head nestled somewhere in her throat, which continued to convulse. Tears streamed from Natasha's eyes, smearing the dark eyeliner and streaking down that pretty face. Bits of drool kept escaping from about her mouth, and some exited through her nose, which struggled to keep air flowing into her aching lungs. The beautiful woman looked the mess, but she looked like an erotic, wet dream mess, with eyes that looked up at the creature and practically demanded that he shoot his hot, thick load right into her waiting stomach.