He led Donna through the store toward the back, very aware of how she followed close behind him, how
her eyes were fixed on him with hungry intensity. Other customers watched them pass, some with envy in
their eyes.
The office was spacious and well-appointed, with a large desk, a comfortable couch, and a door that
locked. Jason closed and locked it behind them, and Donna immediately transformed.
"Oh god," she moaned, pressing herself against him. "What are you doing to me? I came in here ready to
raise hell, and now all I can think about is..."
"Is what?" Jason prompted, his hands finding her waist.
"Is getting on my knees for you," she whispered. "Is worshiping every inch of you. I don't understand it,
but I need it. I need you."
Jason guided her to the couch and sat down, spreading his legs. "Then show me how sorry you are for
causing a scene."
Donna dropped to her knees between his legs without hesitation, her hands already reaching for his belt.
"I'm so sorry," she breathed. "Let me make it up to you. Let me show you how good I can be."
She unbuckled his belt with trembling fingers, then slowly unzipped his pants. When she pulled them
down along with his boxer briefs, his massive cock sprang free, already rock hard and pointing at her
face.
Donna gasped, her eyes going wide. "Holy fuck. You're... you're huge. You're bigger than the last three
men I dated combined!"
Jason's cock was indeed impressive—thirteen inches of thick, veiny meat that pulsed with his heartbeat.
His balls hung heavy beneath, full and potent.
"Go ahead," Jason said. "Touch it. Taste it."
Donna leaned forward, her nose nearly touching his shaft, and inhaled deeply. "God, your scent. It's
intoxicating. So masculine, so powerful."
She started by nuzzling against his balls, breathing in his musk, getting drunk on his pheromones. Her
hands came up to cradle his heavy sack, feeling the weight of them.
"These are incredible," she murmured. "So full. So heavy. I can feel how potent you are."
Then her tongue came out, and she began to worship.
She started with long, slow licks along the underside of his left testicle, her tongue tracing every ridge and
contour. The sensation made Jason groan and spread his legs wider, giving her better access.
"That's it," he encouraged. "Show me how much you want to make up for your behavior."Donna moaned against his skin, her tongue working in circles around his ball. She kissed it, sucked on it
gently, then moved to the right one and gave it the same treatment.
"They taste so good," she breathed between licks. "Salty and masculine and perfect."
She took his left ball entirely into her mouth, her lips sealing around it, and Jason felt her tongue juggling
it inside her warm, wet mouth. The sensation was exquisite—the gentle suction, the way her tongue rolled
it around, the heat and wetness.
"Fuck, Donna," Jason groaned. "That feels incredible."
She hummed with pleasure, the vibration adding another layer of sensation. Then she released it with a
wet pop and immediately took the right one into her mouth, giving it the same devoted attention.
Donna spent the next thirty minutes worshiping his balls with single-minded dedication. She alternated
between taking each one individually into her mouth, licking them together, trying to fit both in her mouth
at once (which made her jaw stretch wide and her eyes water, but she persisted), and nuzzling them with
her face.
The sounds she made were obscene—wet slurping, satisfied moans, humming vibrations. Saliva dripped
down his balls and onto the couch beneath them, but neither of them cared.
"I love how they feel on my tongue," Donna murmured, her words muffled against his sack. "So heavy
and full. I can feel how much cum is stored in here, waiting to fill me up."
She massaged them with her hands while her mouth worked, rolling them gently, feeling their weight and
heat. Her technique was expert—she knew exactly how much pressure to apply, when to be gentle and
when to be more aggressive.
"You're going to make me a mother, aren't you?" she said, looking up at him with worshipful eyes while
her tongue traced patterns on his balls. "These perfect balls are going to pump me so full of your seed
that I'll be pregnant before I leave this office."
"Keep going and find out," Jason said, his hand finding her hair.
Donna redoubled her efforts, taking both balls into her mouth and sucking hard while her tongue worked
frantically. The sensation was overwhelming—the heat, the wetness, the suction, the way she moaned
around them.
"I can taste your virility," she gasped when she came up for air. "I can taste how potent you are. Every
woman in this city is going to want you."
She went back to licking, her tongue tracing the seam between his balls, then moving lower to that
sensitive spot just behind them. Jason groaned loudly, his cock twitching and leaking precum onto his
stomach.
"You like that?" Donna purred. "You like how I worship every inch of you?"
"Don't stop," Jason commanded.
She didn't. For the full thirty minutes, Donna devoted herself entirely to his balls, learning every sensitive
spot, every texture, every taste. By the time she finally pulled back, his entire sack was glistening with her
saliva, and Jason was harder than he'd ever been.
"Please," Donna begged, looking up at him with desperate eyes. "Please let me taste your cock now. I
need it in my mouth. I need to feel it in my throat."
Jason stood up, his massive erection pointing directly at her face. "Open wide."Donna opened her mouth as wide as she could, her tongue out, and Jason gripped her hair with both
hands. He pushed forward slowly, watching his thick cock disappear between her lips inch by inch.
"That's it," he growled. "Take it all."
Donna's eyes watered as he pushed deeper, hitting the back of her throat. She gagged but didn't pull
away, her hands gripping his thighs for support.
Jason started fucking her face with slow, deliberate strokes, pulling almost all the way out before pushing
back in. Each thrust went a little deeper, stretching her throat, making her gag and choke.
"Breathe through your nose," Jason instructed, and Donna obeyed, her nostrils flaring as she struggled to
accommodate his size.
The pace increased. Jason's hips moved faster, his cock pistoning in and out of her mouth with wet,
obscene sounds. Saliva poured from her lips, dripping down her chin and onto her red dress. Tears
streamed from her eyes, her mascara running in black tracks down her cheeks.
But she never tried to stop him. If anything, her eyes showed pure devotion, a desperate need to please
him no matter the cost.
"Such a good slut," Jason praised, his grip tightening in her hair. "Taking my cock so deep. Letting me use
your throat."
Donna moaned around his shaft, the vibration making Jason thrust harder. He was fucking her face
brutally now, his balls slapping against her chin with each stroke. Her hands moved from his thighs to his
ass, pulling him deeper, encouraging him to use her even harder.
The sounds were incredible—wet gagging, choking, the slap of flesh on flesh, Donna's muffled moans,
Jason's grunts of pleasure.
"I'm going to cum down your throat," Jason warned. "You're going to swallow every drop."
Donna's eyes lit up with excitement, and she relaxed her throat as much as possible, preparing for his
load.
Jason slammed deep one final time, his cock buried completely in her throat, and came with a roar. His
orgasm was massive—rope after rope of thick cum pumping directly into her stomach. Donna's eyes went
wide as she felt the sheer volume, her throat working frantically to swallow it all.
But there was too much. Her belly began to visibly bulge as he filled her, the cum having nowhere else to
go. Jason held her in place, his cock pulsing again and again, until finally the orgasm subsided.
He pulled out slowly, and Donna immediately began suckling on his cock, her tongue cleaning every inch,
making sure she got every last drop. When he finally pulled free of her mouth, she gasped for air,
coughing and sputtering.
Then she burped loudly and laughed. "Excuse me! Haha, oh my god."
She patted her noticeably bulged belly, looking down at it in amazement. "Wow, I'm so fucking full! You
came so much!"
She looked up at Jason with a satisfied smile—and then her eyes widened as she saw he was already
rock hard again, his cock standing at full attention as if he hadn't just cum at all.
"How...?" she breathed.
"I'm not done with you yet," Jason said with a predatory grin. "Get on the couch. On your back."Donna scrambled onto the couch, hiking up her red dress to reveal she wasn't wearing any panties. Her
pussy was already glistening wet, swollen and ready.
Jason positioned himself between her legs, and she immediately planted her feet on his thighs, her legs
bent, essentially riding him from below. The position gave her leverage and control while still letting Jason
dominate.
He pushed forward, and his massive cock began stretching her open. Donna screamed—a sound of
pleasure and pain mixed together as she struggled to accommodate his size.
"Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh FUCK!" she chanted as he pushed deeper. "You're splitting me in half! You're so
fucking big!"
Jason didn't slow down. He pushed until he was fully seated inside her, his balls pressed against her ass,
his cock buried to the hilt in her tight, wet heat.
"Make me your favorite return customer!" Donna screamed, her hips bucking against him. "Use me
whenever you want! I'll come back every day!"
Jason started fucking her with deep, powerful strokes, and Donna's screams echoed through the office.
Her breasts bounced wildly beneath her dress, and Jason reached down to pull the fabric aside, freeing
them. He gripped them roughly, pinching her nipples, making her scream even louder.
"Lock me in your office and use me as your CUM DUMP MASTER!" Donna wailed, her eyes rolling back.
"I don't care about anything else! Just keep fucking me!"
The sound of flesh slapping against flesh filled the room. Jason's heavy balls swung forward with each
thrust, hitting her ass with wet smacks. Donna's pussy made obscene squelching sounds as he pounded
into her, her juices coating his cock and dripping onto the couch.
"You want my baby?" Jason growled, leaning down to bite her neck.
"YES!" Donna screamed. "Put a biracial baby IN MEEE! I want your seed! I want to carry your child!"
Her first orgasm hit like a freight train. Donna's entire body went rigid, her back arching off the couch, her
pussy clamping down on Jason's cock like a vice. She screamed incoherently, her hands clawing at his
back, her legs shaking uncontrollably.
Jason didn't stop. He fucked her through the orgasm and beyond, his pace never slowing.
"Turn over," he commanded. "On your hands and knees."
Donna scrambled to obey, her limbs shaky from her orgasm. She got on all fours, her ass in the air, and
looked back at him with desperate eyes.
Jason gripped her hips and slammed back into her from behind. This new angle let him go even deeper,
and Donna collapsed forward onto her elbows, her face pressed into the couch cushions.
"Fuck me!" she begged. "Breed me! Make me yours!"
Jason pounded into her relentlessly, his hands leaving red marks on her hips from his grip. He reached
forward and grabbed a fistful of her hair, pulling her head back, making her arch her spine.
"You're mine now," Jason growled in her ear. "Every time you come to this store, you're going to
remember how I fucked you. How I filled you. How I owned you."
"Yes!" Donna sobbed. "I'm yours! Only yours!"Jason felt his second orgasm building. He released her hair and gripped her hips with both hands,
slamming into her with brutal force. Donna screamed into the cushions, her pussy spasming around him.
"I'm cumming!" Jason roared, and he buried himself as deep as possible.
His cock pulsed, pumping what felt like gallons of cum directly into her womb. Donna's second orgasm hit
simultaneously, and she screamed so loudly that Jason was certain the entire store could hear.
He filled her completely, his cum flooding her pussy, her womb, until it started leaking out around his cock
despite him still being inside her.
When the orgasm finally subsided, Jason pulled out slowly. A river of cum immediately poured from
Donna's gaping pussy, running down her thighs and onto the couch.
But Jason wasn't done.
"One more position," he said, his cock still rock hard. "I want you to ride me."
Donna looked at him with exhausted, worshipful eyes. "Anything you want."
Jason sat on the couch, and Donna straddled him, lowering herself onto his cock with a long, satisfied
moan. She started riding him, her hips rolling, her breasts bouncing in his face.
"You feel so good inside me," she moaned. "So deep. So perfect."
Jason gripped her ass, helping her move, guiding her rhythm. He leaned forward and took a nipple in his
mouth, sucking hard, and Donna cried out in pleasure.
"I'm going to cum again," she whimpered. "You're going to make me cum again."
"Then cum for me," Jason commanded. "Cum on my cock while I fill you one more time."
Donna rode him frantically, chasing her orgasm, her pussy gripping him tight. Jason felt his own climax
approaching, his balls tightening.
They came together—Donna screaming, Jason groaning, their bodies locked together as pleasure
overwhelmed them both. Jason's third load pumped into her already-full pussy, and Donna's belly visibly
swelled from the sheer volume of cum inside her.
When it was over, Donna collapsed against Jason's chest, both of them breathing hard. His cock was still
inside her, still hard, but neither of them moved.
"I can feel it," Donna whispered. "I can feel your cum in my womb. I can feel it taking root. You got me
pregnant. I know you did."
"Good," Jason said, stroking her hair. "That's what you wanted, isn't it?"
"Yes," she breathed. "God, yes."
They stayed like that for a few more minutes before Donna reluctantly climbed off him. Cum immediately
gushed from her pussy, running down her legs in thick streams.
She hurried to put her clothes back on, though it was obvious what had happened—her dress was
wrinkled, her hair was a mess, her makeup was smeared, and cum was still leaking from her.
"I'm so sorry," Donna said, her voice sincere now. "I'm Donna Riddan, forty years old, and I'm so sorry for
how I acted earlier. That was completely inappropriate.""Apology accepted," Jason said with a smile, tucking himself back into his pants. "I hope this means you'll
be a regular customer."
"Oh, I'll be back," Donna promised. "Every day if you'll have me." She hesitated, then added, "Actually, I
have a daughter. Kiana. She's eighteen, just graduated high school. She's looking for work. Would you...
would you be interested in interviewing her?"
Jason's interest was immediately piqued. "Absolutely. Have her come by tomorrow."
Donna's smile was radiant. "Thank you. She's going to love working here. I just know it."