Thread: Just a Little Porn Video {darkest_fate&Jack Stalker}

God, he radiated raw power and masculine energy. Hayden had worked with a few confident men in the past, even some black men, but this tower of masculinity radiated a powerful confidence that even she hadn't anticipated. The perky blonde wondered for a few seconds if she weren't woefully out of her league. She was suddenly acutely aware of the massive size difference, of just how big he was in comparison to her. Blue eyes dropped, taking a quick measure of what appeared to be a truncheon smuggled into a pair of swim trunks. It had to dwarf anything Hayden had inside her by several levels hell, she didn't think her arm would be quite so thick as that. It terrified her. It aroused her. Thank you, she replied, keeping the tremble out of her voice. Delicately manicured fingers wrapped about a drink, the coolness a sharp contrast against Hayden's already warming skin. She took a sip, already tasting the liquor as it slid down her throat, spreading a little more warmth from the inside. Though she couldn't say with anything resembling certainty whether that warmth came from the drink or the proximity to everything this man represented. The blunt compliment caught Hayden a little by surprise. She pulled from her drink, an instinctive urge to toss its contents into his face nearly overwhelming her. There was that moment of tensed muscles, of a hardened expression, but it proved fleeting. So I've heard, Hayden replied coyly, though generally not so... bluntly. Did she like that? Maybe a little. Maybe just the confidence, or the raw appreciation of her body as a sexual construct, from which to wring out a primal pleasure. The possessive comment nearly made Hayden shiver. Those words laid some claim to her lush tan body, sliding over her and circling her like chains. That's why we hired you instead of the other way around, she offered teasingly, trying to regain a little footing. That and my partner said you were one of his favorites,' she took another sip, smiling around the drink. Hands let the green wrap drop, fluttering around Hayden's feet. She felt an iron grip possessively encircling her waist, the contrast of their sizes again brought to crystal clarity. Again blunt rawness followed. Hayden could feel a little warming at the sheer filth that poured from his mouth. Was this what her partner had asked for? To listen as the pretty blonde took raw sexual commands from someone who spoke them like promises? Hayden shivered again, and the mention of hardness had her eyes dropping. Terry started before she could even find words to comment, all but insisting that he was going to rape her. Surely he was... overstating things? Exaggerating for the camera? They were scheduled to fuck but... he made it sound as if he intended to wreck Hayden. No one had dared think to do that to the tiny blonde. She had that nearly wholesome look, even when she played the bitch that admittedly felt all too natural. Oh really? she offered as he finished. You're so confident in your big cock, are you? A hand guided hers, and she felt it stiff, hard, and impressively large. Hayden set her drink down, looking down the man's body. Her hand snaked along his front, seeing no reason to delay if Terry wasn't about to. Should she be looking to a camera? the girl absently searched for a few moments while her fingers played against the waistband of the shorts. Soon delicate tan slid against ebony flesh, darting underneath. Hayden's nails just graced the dick, and she froze, stiff. Frowning, Hayden stopped searching to look. No way, she said. Her hand traveled further, fingers questing around the ridge. The girl shifted to get a better grip. Down, down, down, there, there was the end. Hayden could feel most of the cock resting against her forearm. Holy shit, you weren't kidding, she breathed, surprise slipping through her facade. The other hand went to push aside the shorts, and blue eyes widened as she beheld the thing bounding free from the shorts for the first time. Oh my fucking God, she breathed. A hand drifted toward her mouth while her eyes looked at it. That's---how big are you? Fuck! she brought her hand up, fingers attempting, and likely failing, to circle the dick. This has to be the biggest dick I've ever seen! How do you even function? her hand began stroking it, head tilting slightly. She reached down with both hands, feeling the huge girth of it. One hand traveled up to the top, palming the rounded head. Nails dragged against flesh, possibly pushing some aside, possibly teasing. Yeah, I'm not sure this is even going to fit, Hayden said. She gripped the base of his cock and pressed her abdomen, taking measurements, trying to estimate the size. I mean, I saw the pictures, but... damn, a hand reached up to brush back hair as she marveled, still gripping, still judging. She could feel her body reacting to it warmth pooling to erotic regions. Nipples had started to poke, tenting white fabric. A little moisture had gathered at the apex of her thighs, slickening what lay inside as if that could offer some relief from what was inevitably to come. All while Hayden took measure, stroking and judging and estimating, mind reeling with the actuality she simply hadn't been fully prepared for.