Collaboration with gunde
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The speaker was standing between two men, naked to the waist, their trousers open. Their bodies were impressively muscular and tattooed, though not to the same size or amount of definition as Nick himself. Both of them had a genuinely-sized monstercock jutting out in front of them, thick, slablike, wrist-thick protrusions roped with veins and capped with round, shiny heads. Each were looking at being around the fourteen-inch mark, fifteen if perhaps they really stretched.
Between them was a woman, who had each of her hands on the dicks to either side of her, stroking the glistening, veiny schlongs both expertly and possessively. She had already brought both to the stage where their massive bull cocks were leaking precum freely, and her strokes of the pair of meat pistons were long and luxurious, keeping them on edge. They were absolute beastcocks, but they weren't remotely in Nick's league.
Nick instinctively knew he'd found the underground boss.
'That doesn't sound like the code phrase I was prepared for,' he said, unseriously.
'I think we're past that stage,' said the woman. 'I think we're already at the "split me in two" stage.' Her voice was like honey sliding over gravel. It was thick, husky, and incredibly dirty.
'But we haven't been introduced,' said Nick.
The woman smiled. She increased her rate of her jacking of the cocks on either side of her, drawing gasps and groans from the duo.
'The name's St. Whore. Maxxxie St Whore.'
Maxxxie was wearing a long, floor length, shiny black PVC coat with a high collar that stuck up behind her. It was completely open, flung behind her almost like a cloak, and the only part that she was really wearing were the sleeves. Her hands had fingerless, skintight gloves of the same material, though it was impossible to see how far these went up her arms. She was tall, but even taller with the stacked heels of the platform-soled black shiny PVC boots that she wore, the wide brims revealing only a few inches of flesh. She was wearing neither a bra nor panties, and had refused both, instead wearing only a black PVC cutaway corset that revealed both her tits and her pussy, cut with silver metallic buckles and trim. She had a gold chain around her waist that was decorated with the words 'FUCK ME' which hung off it, and an accompanying piece of jewellery that hung from her bellybutton with the accompanying word 'WHORE'. She had large golden hoop earrings that stuck out against her long, glossy, black hair with the words 'SLUT' inside each of them and sported a gold choker with the words 'CUM SLUT' that ran around her neck. Tattooed across her clavicle in a crescent shape were the words 'I NEVER SAW A COCK I DIDN'T SUCK'.
So much for the accoutrements. What really stuck out with Maxxxie was her insane body and unbelievable face. Nick would have put her at a little older than her colleagues, possibly as much as thirty.
Her tits were an eye-popping set of perfect tanned spheres pumped up to basketball size that projected out of her chest like a pair of blimps. The absolutely monumental globes were flawlessly tanned with a deep golden colour that added lustre to the smooth gleaming skin, formed into a pair of bloated, jutting orbs with small, high-set nipples. Each tit on its own was twice the width of her waist, which itself was a different form of sculptured perfection. Dwarfed by the ballooning swell of the giant jugs above them, Maxxxie's waist was dramatically slender, sleek on the sides and ruthlessly flat except for the thick, deeply edged slabs of abdominal muscles that rippled in rows, etched with corrugated lines of striation which led down to her pubic mound and perfectly shaved pussy. Maxxxie's slit was leaking fluid, the perfectly shaped pink labial lips slightly parted as thick globs of white semen dripped out of it slowly onto the floor between her legs. Maxxxie's shapely, wide hips, and the topmost part of her quad muscles in her thighs led to a curved and generously swelling portion of glossy flesh that flared outwards into succulent and juicily thick assmeat that could be seen from the front, which on one side was decorated with a succession of small, intricately detailed tattoos that flourished over her pelvis and flowed down her right leg and over her hip onto her asscheeks and beyond. Looking more closely, Nick couldn't quite credit it, but it appeared that these small tattoos were a series of artfully drawn penises.
Her body was an architecture of wondrous proportions, superhumanly conceived. Her tits were the biggest and roundest Nick had seen in any galaxy.
'What should I call you?' asked Nick, 'Maxxxie? Or St. Whore?'
'You can call me what you like, Stud. 'Slut' should cover all eventualities. What should I call you?'
'I'm Nick Rayne.'
Maxxxie raised an eyebrow and pushed her plump lips together: 'Nick, are you a mutant?' she smiled suggestively.
'No, I'm augmented,' Nick said.
'I'll say,' said Maxxxie, grinning. Her dark, smoky eyes glinted, 'but I'd say you're more mutated than augmented. That is a mutant fucking cock.'
Nick wasn't sure whether that was a complement or not. Another blob of cum dolloped lazily out of Maxxxie's slit.
'Well I'm from off-world, as you know. Things are different out there.'
'You're not kidding,' said Maxxxie, not taking her eyes from the prodigious length that Nick was causing to bob up and down in front of him, precum absolutely sluicing out the tip as a testament to the way the massively stacked sexual goddess was looking at him. She let go of the cocks on either side of her and started forwards.
'Kiki, Dixxxie, take care of Kash and Nagan.'
At her words, the cum-dripping pair of sluts, who now had regained a modicum of decorum, made their way on their high heels to the duo of studs, kneeling down eagerly in front of them and immediately slurping messily and noisily on the pair of massive, pulsating dongs.
'We went through a lot to get you here,' said Maxxxie, sliding up to Nick. She stopped two and a half feet away from him, so that his mega schlong was hovering in the air, more or less horizontal, stretching between them. She put her hands on her hips, spreading her coat a little further behind her and revealing more of the tattooed cloud of stylised cocks that were scattered in a pattern over her flank and ass.
'So did I,' said Nick. He toyed with the idea of engaging his pc muscle and doing a kegal and levelling the drooling tip up to point at her face, but so far he resisted.
'We've got a lot to talk about,' said Maxxxie, 'but I don't think now is the time.'
