9.2. Partner Trade: Morgan
Morgan Klein sits on Kendall's couch with her auburn hair tied back and her sleek, stylish glasses perched on her nose. She smiles at you, her petite frame wrapped in a loose green dress. The sleeves of her dress stop at her elbows, and a number of red and orange flowers are printed across the front. The dress stops at her knees and hangs low enough to show her collar bone and chest.
"Are you ready?"
Morgan looks at me off camera, her smile wavering slightly, and she nods. "As ready as I'll ever be," she says with a laugh. Her lips are glossy and pink and her teeth perfectly white and straight.
"Are you excited?"
"I'm more nervous than excited," she admitted with a polite laugh, leaning forward and showing a hint of her breast flesh as she moves. She is not wearing a bra, and you can see her tiny nipples below her dress. She notices this and adjusts herself while glancing at you before returning her attention to me.
"And what do you know about James?"
A hint of pink touches her cheeks as a small smile tugs at her lips. "Well," she says, pausing. "I've heard he's pretty big."
"That's true. He's about Chris' size, maybe a bit bigger."
"I've also heard that he's little rough."
"A little more than a little."
Morgan laughs again, but this time it is hollow. She looks around nervously and shifts on the couch before crossing her legs. She is wearing brown sandals that show off her painted, pink toenails and her dainty toes and feet. "Kendall and I have talked about him a few times, and I can never tell whether she hates him or loves him."
"I don't think she knows, either. Either way, you'll have to figure it out for yourself because here he is no. Without further ado, James!"
James joins her in a pair of baggy blue jeans that are faded with age. He wears a loose football jersey that hangs from his big, protruding stomach and jiggles as he steps. A tarnish silver chain gleams around his fat, thick neck. As always, he has his thinning hair greased back and wears an easy, crooked grin as he saunters over to stop in front of Morgan.
Morgan smiles back with a look of open and innocent disappointment. She is trying to be polite, but it is clear to you that she is already regretting her decision to be there. When he stops before her, her eyes lingers on his big, bulbous belly for just a fraction of a second before she looks him in the eye, and when she moves to stand, James stops her with one big hand on her shoulder.
"Nah. No need to get up."
The disappointment in her eyes grows more pronounced as her smile fades. The blush in the cheeks grows more intense as shame settles alongside it. "I thought it would be nice to introduce ourselves and shake hands," she says, and she allows her eyes to drift to his crotch. "But I guess this will work, too."
"You wanna shake hands? Shake hands with my cock."
Morgan glances up at him and grimaces, muttering to herself. "Charming..." She looks to be for permission and, getting no response, sighs. "Fine," she huffs, and she fixes her eyes on his crotch again with a look of resolute disgust. "Let's get this over with, then."
From there, Morgan wastes no time in exposing him. She undoes his jeans and yanks those down his fat thighs, first. Sweeping her gaze over him, her disgust grows as she takes in his hairy legs, but when she sees his bulging briefs, she hides her smile behind her hand as she laughs. "Ho...Holy cow!" Meeting his gaze, she bites her bottom lip and says, "You're huge!!"
James grins back at her and grabs her by the ponytail, tugging her head around like he does with Kendall. She mewls, and his smile grows. "Bet you wanna shake hands with my dick now."
Morgan laughs and allows him to move her. She looks at his crotch again, and this time her eyes don't leave him, not even as he guides her. She caresses his thighs and says, "I will admit, I'm curious." She runs her fingers through the hair on his thighs and brushes her fingers along the rounded heft of his balls through his briefs. Smiling up at him, she says, "I should have known from looking at you that you'd be hung like a bull."
James chuckles, holding her head back by her hair. "You ain't seen nothing, yet."
"No," admits Morgan, turning her gaze back on his crotch. "I really haven't." She runs her small hands up his thighs to the waistband of his underwear. There, she hooks his waistband with her fingers and peels his underwear off. His briefs slide smoothly down his thighs, and his heavy dick comes swinging into view. It lands heavily across her face, and Morgan freezes with James weighty member at rest on her forehead and nose as she stares in cross-eyed astonishment. "Oh my God!!"
James laughs. He isn't fully erect yet, but he does have steel. Taking hold of himself by the root with his free hand, James swings his dick about in front of her, tapping her across the cheek with it while she holds him by the briefs. "What do you think," he asks, slapping his meaty cock lightly across her forehead. "Big enough for you?"
Morgan pulls his briefs down and lets him step out of them before taking hold of him. She replaces his hands on his heavy cock and wraps her fingers around his root to hold him. Her fingers do not meet around him. She gasps. "You're huge!!!"
James winks at you while holding her by the hair. He feeds her his left thumb, jamming it into her mouth and holding it there while she holds him. "Bigger than your hubby?"
Laughing around his thumb, Morgan strokes him idly. "What's with big dick studs like you comparing yourselves to normal men," she asks, looking up at him past his bulbous belly. She no longer seems disgusted by his body and in fact caresses his hairy belly as she strokes him. "Yes, James, you're much bigger than my husband." She slurps his finger and stares down his shaft, moving it and looking at it from different angles while he keeps his fingers woven into her hair. She mewls. "You might even be bigger than Chris. You don't look much longer, but you're definitely thicker than he is."
Still sucking his thumb while he holds her in place by her hair, Morgan takes hold of him with both hands and strokes him from crown to root. James is fully erect in her hands now, and her big eyes are wide as she takes in his girth. "Gosh, James! You're so big!" Moving him, she giggles around his finger and mewls, "You're heavy, too, and look at those balls!" Smiling up at him again, staring him in his cold blue eyes, she says, "I bet you don't have any problems impregnating someone!"
"Knocking women up," James mutters, fingering her mouth with his thumb. "What? Hubby not man enough to knock you up?"
Morgan slurps his thumb while staring at his cock. By the look of her face, she seems to be in disbelief at his size. Like so many women before her, she uses her hands to tame the rising forest of pubic hair that obscures his root and marvels at his full, unobscured length. "Mm. No, he's really not," she admits, and leaning forward, she kisses James' fat, brutish cockhead. He removes his thumb, and she licks him. "So, I've got to have sex with you, huh?" She chews her bottom lip and whispers into his sticky urethra, "It's going to be a tight fit down there. Heck, I don't even know if you CAN fit."
James laughs and, thrusting forward, rubs his leaking cockhead along her cheek. Morgan mewls and kisses his rigid shaft. "Don't worry," he grunts. "You can. Women have a way of opening up for real men."
Morgan giggles against him and licks his pronounced veins as she holds him. "Oh, trust me, I know that we do." She kisses her way to his cockhead and licks him, tasting his precum with a throaty purr. "Even then, you're bigger than most, and I'm a tiny woman, James."
"Fuck year you are," James says, tugging her head again while she coos. "You're gonna be so fucking tight around me. I can't wait!"
Morgan laughs as he moves her, taking delight in the way he manhandles her. "I won't be tight for long, at least not after I'm done with you." She stands, and his big cock leaves a smear of precum along her dress. Touching him lightly, she removes his big hand from her hair and then gives his cockhead a gentle squeeze before stepping away from him. "Let me undress and show you what you're working with."
Morgan undresses quickly, revealing her toned, petite body. She is without a bra, and her white panties are floral and wet at the crotch. Stepping out of her panties, she shows her wet folds, smoothly shaven and slightly parted in her arousal. She stops to fold her clothes, setting them neatly on the floor beside the couch. Then, she stands before James with one hand on her cocked hips while she strokes his cock with her free hand, tugging him toward her flat belly.
"Gosh," she murmurs, eying him. "I just can't get over how big you are!"
James, staring in open hunger, gives a rumbling chuckle. "No one can," he growls.
Morgan flashes him a grin. "Oh yeah? Does Kendall love your big, hard dick, then?"
"Her and a bunch of other sluts."
"Sluts," Morgan asks, laughing, the smile never leaving her face. "My, my, aren't you proud." Holding him by the shaft, she steps forward, wiping his fat crown along her flat belly and reaching down to cup his balls. She looks impressed as she bites her bottom lip and stares down at his fat belly. "Are you going to make me your slut, too, James?"
