Traci was mad as hell when she opened her email. Nude pictures of her, in sexy provocative poses! Here was one of her in just panties and a bra, sprawled out invitingly on a bed. Another one showed her holding her large breasts up for view with a silly smile, and so on, including some close-ups of her tight pussy slit! They were attached to an email from her former boyfriend, telling her that if she didn't come see him soon at his apartment, he would post the pictures all over the internet, and give them to all his friends!
She had let Zane make the pictures of her when they were going steady, partly as compensation for the fact that she refused to have sex with him. She was saving herself for her future husband. A poor girl, Traci was determined to marry a rich man, and she had decided that she would be more attractive if she were still a virgin. Traci had broken up with Zane when she met Tim, who came from a very rich, old New England family with all sorts of connections in government and banking. Now these pictures threatened to screw her new relationship! She had to get them back! Her new boyfriend Tim was very image-conscious and he would never date someone who posed for pornographic photos.
Traci stood in front of Zane's door and knocked nervously, suddenly aware of her clothes, a short white tank-top that clung like a second skin to her large 38D breasts, the nipples sticking out through the thin fabric, and a pair of tight jean cut-offs that rode way up on her thighs. Her long blonde hair fell thick and loose down around her shoulders. She had a petite body, with smooth, milky-white skin that she cared for diligently. She worked out every day, keeping her trim body fit and hard. Her breasts were rather big for her small body, and men were always staring at them, which flattered her, but also frightened her a little. She was only nineteen years old, living away from home for the first time. She and Zane were both freshmen at a big state college. What could Zane want? She didn't understand, and she was so mad and scared that she couldn't think straight. Zane answered the door with a wicked grin on his face, and invited her in with mock enthusiasm. All he was wearing was a pair of boxer shorts, and she could see the outline of his long thick cock clearly through the thin fabric.
She stormed inside and told him, "You better give me those pictures right now Zane!" As she looked around the room, she was relieved to see that they were alone in the apartment. She didn't want word of these pictures to get around.
Zane held up a floppy disk, and teased her, "Is this what you want?" When she tried to grab it, he held it above his head where she couldn't reach it. Zane was much taller than she was, about 6' 2", while she was only 5' 5". He laughed at her feeble efforts to reach the disk. "You can have the photos Traci, but first you have to give me what I want, the way you never did when we were going out." With that, he put the disk up on a high bookshelf. He grabbed her, spun her around, and started rubbing his hard cock up against her small, perfectly rounded butt.
"But you know I can't have intercourse!" Traci protested, trying to pull away from him.
He held on to her and kept rubbing his hard-on against the tight crack of her ass; at the same time he reached around and started rubbing her large breasts through her thin shirt. "Well, if you won't let me sample your little virgin pussy, then you have to give me a blow job with your virgin mouth. Your choice baby," he said with a leer.
It was true that she had never given a blowjob either. She had a reputation as a real cock tease during her high school years, but she didn't care. It was gross! She swore she would never suck on some guy's hard sweaty penis! When they were dating, she had jerked Zane off a couple of times, when she got tired of him pestering her, but she never kissed his cock! What could she do now? It looked like she had no choice!
"How do I know you'll give me the photos if I do it?" she asked grimly.
"I promise I'll give you the disk with all the photos after you suck me off" he reassured her.
"And nobody will know about this?" Traci asked him.
"Nobody" Zane said.
Traci sighed and resigned herself to the inevitable. Zane let go of her, and she turned around to face him. Scowling, she reached out and pulled down his boxer shorts, releasing his enormous boner which poked straight out like a club. She had forgotten how large his penis is. She was so petite, how would she ever fit that monster in her mouth? She felt her small mouth watering involuntarily at the sight his huge slab of meat.
Zane insisted that she take off her top, "to make it better" for him. She agreed, thinking to herself, "anything to help him get off sooner so I can get out of here!" She stripped off her tank top, releasing her large and firm breasts to his eager view, and small pink nipples, erect and excited at the sight of her naked ex-boyfriend. She stood there before Zane with her hands on her hips, naked now except for the short cut-offs which were molded around her shapely ass. Her breasts were the size of large grapefruits, and with just the tiniest bit of sag. Even without a bra, they sat proudly on her chest, sticking out provocatively, begging to be touched, which is just what Zane immediately did. Hefting them in his hands appreciatively for a short while, he then pulled on her tiny nipples, exciting Traci despite herself.
He insisted that Traci massage his erect penis with her breasts first, and she reluctantly agreed, resigned to giving him whatever he wanted short of intercourse. Zane sat back on the couch smiling with his hands behind his head, while Traci got down on her knees between his legs, and then took her breasts in her hands, and starting rubbing them up and down around his thick cock, which responded by becoming even thicker and harder. My god! Traci thought. It must be 9 inches long and a full 2 inches in diameter! She nervously rubbed her soft breasts around his dick for a while, trying to be sexy and sensual in her movements in order to stimulate him to a climax quickly. She felt sexy too, with her breasts exposed, surrounding his hard penis, and a smile of pleasure played across her lips. She increased the pace of her movements, hoping that if he came on her breasts she wouldn't have to take him into her mouth.
"Alright you bitch," Zane commanded, "time for my blow job!"
Her mouth hung open in surprise and her blues eyes flashed in anger, but she obeyed him. Holding on to his strong muscular thighs, she started licking all over his penis. She was surprised that she enjoyed his musky odor and salty taste, like nothing else she had ever tasted. While she licked all around the base of his large penis, she felt his curly black hair rubbing against her soft cheek. She reluctantly took his penis in her hands. Her petite fingers were not long enough to meet around his massive throbbing meat. His cock was so sexy, she realized lustfully, so long and hard, with thick veins pulsing beneath the smooth silky skin. The head of his circumcised penis was like an oversized plum, purple and angry looking. She daintily stuck out her tongue to lick the drop of salty precome that oozed from the tip. He commanded her roughly to start sucking on him. When she hesitated, he grabbed her by her thick blond mane and forced her face down onto his huge hard-on. She stifled a gag, as she felt the thick tube of meat force its way into her tiny mouth, filling it to the max. Her lips were stretched to their fullest extent. She started salivating heavily, drooling over his cock like a young girl with a popsicle.
Zane looked down with appreciation at the sight of this sexy young cock-teaser with her tiny face impaled on his mammoth dick, her mouth stretched to its very limits. She had always been so snooty with her perfect blond hair, small upturned nose, high aristocratic cheekbones, but now she was forced to perform for him like the slut she was! He luxuriated at the feeling of her wet tight mouth on his cock.
Traci felt his cock bump against the back of her throat, and she knew she couldn't take another inch. And she didn't even have half of his massive cock in her mouth yet! Using two hands, she pumped his dick while she sucked noisily. With his hands in her hair, Zane moved her head back and forth, fucking her tight little virgin mouth. As he pushed her head harder onto him, she felt his cock-head start to fill her throat, and she suppressed the urge to gag. She couldn't breathe, and tried to escape, but his strong hands held her head firmly. With her eyes darting wildly, she tried to relax and breathe through her nose, and she finally succeeded. Slowly, his massive cockmeat forced its way deeper down her throat. Inch by inch it penetrated deeper. It seemed impossible, but somehow she was doing it! Finally she had the whole length of his cock down her throat, and Zane moaned with pleasure at the feeling of her ministrations.
She looked so sexy there, with her sweet young pixie face stretched around his dick, and he reached down with his long arms to fondle her huge tits while she obediently fucked her face onto his cock like some cheap whore. She felt her pussy start to moisten at the incredible feeling of his thick penis in her mouth. Back and forth, up and down, she fucked his dick with her mouth. With her hands, she fondled his huge balls, and started humming to stimulate his dick more. Her jaw ached with the effort to stay open so wide, but she worked willingly now, eager to bring him off. She felt strangely satisfied to take that huge dick in her mouth. With his hands on her head, he started pumping her mouth faster and faster, using her like some cheap fuck toy.
"That's a good little slut" he praised her ironically. "Keeping sucking, you cock-teaser. Now get ready for your reward, bitch."
Suddenly she felt his dick swell even larger, jerking wildly in her mouth. She didn't want to swallow his come, but he held her head firmly in place so that she had no choice. Desperately, she had to swallow his thick creamy juice just to keep from choking, but there was too much and it dribbled down the side of her mouth.
