Summary of this Story:
Jake hid in his boss’s office on the sixty-seventh floor of Deloitte Tower, phone pressed to his ear as Jesse demanded his location after her latest heroics near Union Station. Heart pounding, he watched her video of that massive, rope-veined cock straining spandex, her voice coaxing him amid wet slaps. She appeared at the window, towering muscle gleaming, her unyielding shaft throbbing against the glass until fractures spiderwebbed out. It shattered inward with a final ram. She snatched him, crushed him to her pecs and tits, fingered him to a spasming climax on her pillar. Inverted, he nursed her softball-heavy balls, tongue spearing his own hole as she prepped him for more. Vanilla Jake wrestled addiction to her horse cock, fragility battling raw craving in the windy night air.
Here is your Story: Her Unyielding Cock Shatters the Window
“Where are you?”
That gravelly voice hit Jake like a gut punch. Phone jammed against his ear, he checked the hall. Empty. He ducked into his boss’s office at Deloitte Tower and clicked the lock.
He’d stayed late again. Clocking overtime to shine at the new gig. Paycheck didn’t hurt either, sixty grand base plus bonuses. Sixty-seventh floor, Chicago skyline glittering past the floor-to-ceiling glass. Should’ve made him feel like a speck amid the traffic on Michigan Avenue. Just one more suit in the grind. Instead, he sat dead center under her glare.
“Jesse? What went down? Saw it on the Channel 5 alert. Eight blocks cordoned off near Union Station. You good?”
“Handled it fine. Cops have the scene locked. Speaking of locking things down…”
Jake’s phone vibrated. He paused. Tapped the video. Windy City lights smeared across the frame from rooftop height. Lens dropped low. A massive, girthy, rope-veined dick strained against spandex. Fist pumped it in lazy strokes. Girl’s voice purred from the speaker, breaths hitching. “C’mon, stud. Help your hero tame this monster!”
“I just started here. It’s going smooth.” He stuttered. Eyes glued to the screen. “Can’t… gimme an hour, I’ll hit that dive bar on Division!” Voice broke even as he forced steady.
“Babe, my balls ache blue after wrestling two dozen thugs and playing savior. C’mon. Mama needs her prize.” Silence hung a beat. Then a guttural groan crackled through. Wet slaps followed. Schlick! Schlick! Schlick! They ramped up. Breaths sharpened. “Need it now. Tell me: Where. Are. You?”
Jake’s dick stiffened. The nation’s top hero craved him. Skin prickled with gooseflesh. Four months ago, she’d busted him pinching comics from that newsstand at State and Madison. Quick fucks since. Every one left Jake glazed in jizz. Jesse ragdolling his mouth and gullet with her horse cock. Afterward, he always swore it was over. He was vanilla. Zero dick miles before her. Chicago packed with seven million. She’d find better holes for that slab. Yeah?
“Okay…” Her hiss sliced in. Squirt hit the mic. “Gimme a sec. I’ll text the address so we can…”
THOOM!
Boom shook the tower. Windows rattled. Jake stumbled. Butt hit the Berber carpet hard.
Hero at the Glass
“No sweat.” Knuckles rapped the pane. “Right here, short stuff.”
He gawked upward, jaw slack. Towering muscle heroine smirked through the glass. Fresh uniform gleamed. Spandex vacuum-sealed her frame. Huge oval cutout spotlighted pec shelves and the plump, overripe tits riding them. Gadget belt slung from one hip across to the opposite thigh. Knee-high black combat boots gripped her shins. Bare quads bulged thick above. Dead center, the legendary lump. More like a third leg. Balls hung heavy as softballs under it, no hiding that firepower.
Tonight the shaft stole the show. Raging stiff. Coiled halfway up her abs under the suit. Knob wedged in the ridges. Spandex ballooned over pulsing veins. Heartbeat flexed it wider. Precum oozed through, trickling along the bulge.
“Hi.” Phone voice dripped honey. She floated nose-to-glass. Like feeding time at Lincoln Park Zoo. Apex hunter caged by plexiglass. That barrier? She’d punch through if she felt like it.
“H-hey.” His words shook. Her dick flexed. Thick rope of precum bloomed dark on the fabric.
“Dunno why, but after pounding three dozen lowlifes and a few enhanced freaks, I get horned up bad.” Closer now. “Lately? You’re the fix I crave. My dirty little secret.” Palms slapped flat. Nails clicked. Tick tick tick pierced the office hush. “Get over here. Now.”
Jake rose. Shuffled close.
“Good boy. Strip.”
Clothes flew. Boxers last. Her stare drilled him.
“All of it! Mama wants every inch of that sweet bod.”
Face burned hot. “Sweet? Never heard that one before.”
“Don’t buy it? Check this out.” Nodded at her package. Dick jumped. Wet spot spread.
Jake’s mouth hung open. “Nobody’s ever made me feel… shit, I don’t know…”
“Pretty? Small-dicked? Puny?”
“Fragile.”
Jesse mashed flat to the glass. Rack and rod squished wide. Flesh mushroomed. Warmth seeped through the thick pane. “Precious boy.” Dick hammered. Pane creaked. “Next to me, you’re glass. Turn… show mama the goods.”
He spun. Ass to her. Thumbs hooked the elastic. Bent at the waist. Felt her eyes rake his crack as briefs dropped. Pale globes bared. Her breath rasped over the line. Growled how ripe it looked.
Weird thrill. He’d never paraded like this. Never teased. But he played along. Boxers pooled at his socks, he cupped his cheeks. Parted them. Tight hole flexed.
CRACK!
He jerked around. Fissure spiderwebbed from her cockprint.
Breaking In
“Damn, boy. That bubble butt’s prime. Gonna bite that peach. Mmmmmm.”
Fracture lengthened with each throb.
Jake retreated. Ass nudged the oak desk. Stapler tumbled. Pens scattered with clatters. She’d yanked her meat free. Gripped the root. Banged the glass. THWUMP! THWUMP! THWACK! Sticky globs splattered. New fissures starred out.
She dragged it up the slick sheet. Smashed cock and nuts flush. Hips bucked. Locked eyes on his shock. Groaned raw. “Mama’s dick hungers, shorty.” Sharp slam. Crack raced. “Tonight… mmm… you’re mine.”
Buck. Thud. Fractures webbed. Precum puddled as she rutted the shaft home.
Throat parched. She dwarfed him twice over. Hurricane in skin. Glass fracturing like ice on Lake Michigan. Gaze feral. Thought of her busting through, burying him under tits and meat? Blood rushed south.
“Goddess… need you wrapped…” THUD! “Tight…” THUD! “Around…” THUD! “My… DICK!”
Rumble built in her chest. Shaft bloated thicker. Final ram. Window exploded.
Jake threw up an arm. Shards whizzed past. Gusty night air whooshed in off the Loop. File folders whipped across the room.
She hung midair, three feet off. “Hey, shorty.” Boots hit floor. Snatched him easy. “C’mere!” Mouth slammed his. Arm banded his spine. Free hand clamped a cheek. Digits sank into the give. He yelped. She dialed back. Could snap him like kindling.
Frames crushed. Her pecs and tits swallowed his torso. Lats crushed air from his lungs. He melted into the heaving wall. Lips mauled. Fingers worked the globe. Rack smothered total.
That prick though. Hot, yielding battering ram wedged belly-to-belly. Pinned his lesser tube. Hers owned the friction. His shaft barely spanned half her girth. She trapped it underneath. Humped soft. Slick trails painted them both, python over gnat. Vein throbbed hot. Flare nudged his navel.
Grope stopped. She yanked a cheek wide. Ring gaped. Thick middle finger prodded. Tested the clench. Jake wriggled. Grip iron. Kiss swallowed his mmphs.
Nudge. Knuckle breached. Gasp choked off. Cheeks vise-gripped. Digit plunged. Corkscrewed. Rubbed walls. Inched further. Whines slipped free.
Second knuckle vanished. Buried full. He bucked. Hips chased the rub. Frotted his stiffie on her beam.
She swirled deep. He thrashed. Squeaked past her tongue.
Prodded the gland. Rubbed firm. Jolt lit his nerves. Arms flopped useless. Humps frantic against her. Finger churned deliberate. Pegged it every stroke.
Howls ripped free. Dick spasmed on her trunk. Hole spasmed. In-out churn. Guts milked the raider. Frame seized.
Lips sealed. Tongue crammed his mouth. Fucked his gullet. Yanked close. Crushed as he wailed.
Beefy muscle snaked. He blew. Dick fountained with every squeeze. Ropes lashed both lengths. Cream frothed in the gap.
Cries faded to mewls. Load trickled. Jesse? Rock rigid. Frame buzzed starved.
Sloppy suck. Tongue withdrew. Grin split over his chin nestled in cleavage sweat. “Mmm. Clingy but hungry, like I pictured. Your squirt lubed my girl nice.”
Reeled him in. Palm steered his softening prick atop her pillar. Whimper escaped. High-pitched. He craned past her rack. Gaped. His twig on her log. Half her beam. Scrawny to sequoia. Humiliation stung. Dick twitched eager regardless.
“Forget measuring up, tiny. Adorable, but not my jam.”
Whirled him inverted. Hips to cleavage. Limp dick smacked tits. Upside-down vista: quads splayed. Steaming ball sacks swung low.
Wrinkle twitched. Palm mashed his face in. Velvety, humid hide smothered nose, lips, jaw. Packed with softballs. Sniff hauled pure crotch tang. Groan hummed her core. He pecked. Nursed the factories.
Growl rumbled content. She’d pegged him cockwhore from jump. Glad to train.
Huff. He inspected close-up. Jake tongued the wrinkled hide clean. She hoisted his butt. Bicep crushed his torso. Locked head-down, cheeks skyward. Spare palm mauled the meat. Jiggle rippled perfect. Slaps bounced the halves. Cleft yawned. Pucker blinked.
Digit had probed before. Cock needed sloppier work. Hiked his pelvis. Smeared his mouth up the sack. Ass met her grin.
Mouth latched the star. Sucked vacuum. “Fuuuuck… holy shit!” Jake yowled into scrotum folds. Fresh spark raced his spine.
She feasted. Sloppy pecks. Vacuumed the rim. He jerked. Quaked. Cussed blissed-out. Hips ground sack over his face. Gurgles. Sucks.
Spit trailed his crack. Soaked the dangling pair. Tongue speared the ring.
Thighs clamped his ribs. Meaty auger burrowed. Her ace: tongue like a firehose. Lashed left-right. Inchwormed into the twink.
Jesse’s tongue hooked that walnut inside him and tugged once, the desk lamp’s cord still swaying from the bust-in. Jake’s toes curled against her belt buckle, every slurp echoing off the oak desk blotter slick with his own smear.
