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Derrick grasped Megan's hand again, dragging her once more through the crowded store. Derrick's stride was quick and firm, not allowing any chance for Megan to wiggle away. To Megan's relief, she happened to see the clerk in the distance, still seemingly not aware of his missing item.
After a minute of marching, Megan found herself gently pushed into a small white dressing room with a small bench opposing a human sized mirror. "Face the mirror Meg so I can put this on," Derrick commanded. She complied and stared at the mirror, seeing her curvy form dwarfed by the size of the man behind her. He slid the necklace around her neck, clasping it in the back. "Your license said you are twenty one, is that right? Little young to be a criminal mastermind, aren't you?"
Megan turned away from the mirror and nodded. "Well, everyone starts somewhere," she chirped.
Derrick grabbed her chin and made her stare at the necklace in the mirror, which hung over her brown blouse. It shimmered wonderfully around her neck in the low light, looking pristine. "And most criminal geniuses also have skill. Or at least a death-ray of some kind. You look gorgeous by the way." His hand reached down and gripped her ass roughly, making her wince. He used his other hand to massage her side.
"I left all of my death-rays at home, sadly," Megan said, feeling the hand grope her flesh through her jeans.
"Well, I am actually in a merciful mood. Not only am I not going to turn you in, but I am going to help you smuggle this out," Derrick said with a sense of menace.
Megan looked at him through the mirror with suspicious. "Something tells me that there is a catch."
Derrick kept one hand on Megan's ass, but ran the other through her hair. "Well, not really a catch, but we do need to make sure people are distracted from your neck." Both of his hands moved to Megan's shoulders as he grinded himself into her behind, his bulge very pronounced by this point. "I have a plan, though."
With that, he pushed down on Megan's shoulders roughly, forcing the woman to her knees. She stared at herself in her pretty necklace one last time before being roughly turned around, face to face with the bulge in Derrick's pants. Her amber eyes glimmered as they looked up, his hands still on her shoulders. "I don't see how this is going to help me escape, quite frankly."
Derrick laughed as he grabbed her wrists again, bringing Megan's hands to the button on his jeans. "Don't worry, Meg, we both know I'm the smart one. I know what I'm doing." Megan's digits shook as they loosened the buttons. The pants cascaded to the floor, leaving the large bulge pushing against the thin fabric of boxers. With a slight grunt, she pulled the undergarment down. His cock flew out immediately, a good eight inches now, slapping her in the cheek. The musky smell of it floated into her nose. "Best get to it, Meg."
Megan couldn't help but roll her eyes before hooking her head back and grabbing the bulbous cockhead between her lips. She let it sit on her tongue for a moment, her eyes pointed up as she barely could believe what she was doing. What was worse to her was that Megan realized some excitement was brewing in her heart. She let the cockhead rest between her two lips for roughly twenty seconds, using her tongue to lick and lather the fleshy bulb. She then reached back and gripped her heels, rolling her head and letting two inches enter. She kept rolling her head and tongue in unison, swirling the start of the dick in her gullet and covering it with saliva.
Megan fell into a persistent rhythm, her head rolling consistently. After about half of the cock was in Megan's mouth, Derrick tilted her head back, placing a hand in her hair and coaxing her further. An inch slid in, unexpectedly, causing a gag to escape Megan's lips. She then readjusted her approach, scooping the dick from the side with a tilted grind from her lips. They slide up and down the veiny flesh, the throbbing intense on her tongue.
"I think we found something you are skilled at, Meg," Derrick groaned. Most of the penis was firmly in Megan's head as spit bubbled at the corners of her stretched lips. She became more proactive at pleasing it, bobbing her head in a dependable motion in a two inch span. The movement started slow with a total trip from point to point lasting about ten seconds. With each successive trip, the time lessened. Within a bit, Megan's head was flying on the segment, her hair rippling in the air.
- Derrick slumped down on the bench; an action that caused his hips to thrust upwards, forcing the cock fully into Megan's mouth. Drool leaked down her chin as she sputtered and gagged briefly, her hands squeezing her heels tightly. The balls beat against her drool soaked chin, her head gurgling as Derrick gripped her hair tightly.
"Ah, that is much better," he chirped as he started to pump Megan's head for all that it was worth. The cockhead wormed into her throat, the muscles there tightening around the dick, encasing it as it slammed back and forth. Megan's nostrils flared and hair bounced as her body writhed under the might of the shaft.
Derrick then felt a buzz against her ankle. With a bit of skill, he managed to reach into his pocket and grab it, happy to see Megan follow is downward motion and ascension back up. With Derrick's hands busy elsewhere, Megan pulled out to the six inch mark, slurping her head up and down the cock in three inch intervals. Derrick smirked at the phone before casually using his freehand to push Megan back down, fully impaling her once more.
"Oh, Meg sweetheart, looks like old man Rufus finally figured out something is gone. You are going to be in sooooo much trouble," Derrick taunted as he kept his dick fully sheathed in Megan's gullet.
Derrick held her head there for fifteen seconds, Megan's cheeks losing color slightly. He then suddenly stood up and pushed her head back on the mirror, slamming the cock in deeper. Megan's body bucked under the pressure. His hips drove the meat into her head again and again, her skull bouncing against the mirror. He was gullet fucking her against the mirror and Megan could not escape.To steady herself, Megan reached up and gripped his ass as he slowed his approach, pulling out nearly halfway and then slamming forward. Each time, her head hit against the mirror with the balls slapping her chin. Megan was being gullet fucked with no mercy; her head trapped against the mirror; and Derrick's cum snorted out her nose in big creamy globs.
The End
Derrick grasped Megan's hand again, dragging her once more through the crowded store. Derrick's stride was quick and firm, not allowing any chance for Megan to wiggle away. To Megan's relief, she happened to see the clerk in the distance, still seemingly not aware of his missing item.
After a minute of marching, Megan found herself gently pushed into a small white dressing room with a small bench opposing a human sized mirror. "Face the mirror Meg so I can put this on," Derrick commanded. She complied and stared at the mirror, seeing her curvy form dwarfed by the size of the man behind her. He slid the necklace around her neck, clasping it in the back. "Your license said you are twenty one, is that right? Little young to be a criminal mastermind, aren't you?"
Megan turned away from the mirror and nodded. "Well, everyone starts somewhere," she chirped.
Derrick grabbed her chin and made her stare at the necklace in the mirror, which hung over her brown blouse. It shimmered wonderfully around her neck in the low light, looking pristine. "And most criminal geniuses also have skill. Or at least a death-ray of some kind. You look gorgeous by the way." His hand reached down and gripped her ass roughly, making her wince. He used his other hand to massage her side.
"I left all of my death-rays at home, sadly," Megan said, feeling the hand grope her flesh through her jeans.
"Well, I am actually in a merciful mood. Not only am I not going to turn you in, but I am going to help you smuggle this out," Derrick said with a sense of menace.
Megan looked at him through the mirror with suspicious. "Something tells me that there is a catch."
Derrick kept one hand on Megan's ass, but ran the other through her hair. "Well, not really a catch, but we do need to make sure people are distracted from your neck." Both of his hands moved to Megan's shoulders as he grinded himself into her behind, his bulge very pronounced by this point. "I have a plan, though."
With that, he pushed down on Megan's shoulders roughly, forcing the woman to her knees. She stared at herself in her pretty necklace one last time before being roughly turned around, face to face with the bulge in Derrick's pants. Her amber eyes glimmered as they looked up, his hands still on her shoulders. "I don't see how this is going to help me escape, quite frankly."
Derrick laughed as he grabbed her wrists again, bringing Megan's hands to the button on his jeans. "Don't worry, Meg, we both know I'm the smart one. I know what I'm doing." Megan's digits shook as they loosened the buttons. The pants cascaded to the floor, leaving the large bulge pushing against the thin fabric of boxers. With a slight grunt, she pulled the undergarment down. His cock flew out immediately, a good eight inches now, slapping her in the cheek. The musky smell of it floated into her nose. "Best get to it, Meg."
Megan couldn't help but roll her eyes before hooking her head back and grabbing the bulbous cockhead between her lips. She let it sit on her tongue for a moment, her eyes pointed up as she barely could believe what she was doing. What was worse to her was that Megan realized some excitement was brewing in her heart. She let the cockhead rest between her two lips for roughly twenty seconds, using her tongue to lick and lather the fleshy bulb. She then reached back and gripped her heels, rolling her head and letting two inches enter. She kept rolling her head and tongue in unison, swirling the start of the dick in her gullet and covering it with saliva.
Megan fell into a persistent rhythm, her head rolling consistently. After about half of the cock was in Megan's mouth, Derrick tilted her head back, placing a hand in her hair and coaxing her further. An inch slid in, unexpectedly, causing a gag to escape Megan's lips. She then readjusted her approach, scooping the dick from the side with a tilted grind from her lips. They slide up and down the veiny flesh, the throbbing intense on her tongue.
"I think we found something you are skilled at, Meg," Derrick groaned. Most of the penis was firmly in Megan's head as spit bubbled at the corners of her stretched lips. She became more proactive at pleasing it, bobbing her head in a dependable motion in a two inch span. The movement started slow with a total trip from point to point lasting about ten seconds. With each successive trip, the time lessened. Within a bit, Megan's head was flying on the segment, her hair rippling in the air.
- Derrick slumped down on the bench; an action that caused his hips to thrust upwards, forcing the cock fully into Megan's mouth. Drool leaked down her chin as she sputtered and gagged briefly, her hands squeezing her heels tightly. The balls beat against her drool soaked chin, her head gurgling as Derrick gripped her hair tightly.
"Ah, that is much better," he chirped as he started to pump Megan's head for all that it was worth. The cockhead wormed into her throat, the muscles there tightening around the dick, encasing it as it slammed back and forth. Megan's nostrils flared and hair bounced as her body writhed under the might of the shaft.
Derrick then felt a buzz against her ankle. With a bit of skill, he managed to reach into his pocket and grab it, happy to see Megan follow is downward motion and ascension back up. With Derrick's hands busy elsewhere, Megan pulled out to the six inch mark, slurping her head up and down the cock in three inch intervals. Derrick smirked at the phone before casually using his freehand to push Megan back down, fully impaling her once more.
"Oh, Meg sweetheart, looks like old man Rufus finally figured out something is gone. You are going to be in sooooo much trouble," Derrick taunted as he kept his dick fully sheathed in Megan's gullet.
Derrick held her head there for fifteen seconds, Megan's cheeks losing color slightly. He then suddenly stood up and pushed her head back on the mirror, slamming the cock in deeper. Megan's body bucked under the pressure. His hips drove the meat into her head again and again, her skull bouncing against the mirror. He was gullet fucking her against the mirror and Megan could not escape.To steady herself, Megan reached up and gripped his ass as he slowed his approach, pulling out nearly halfway and then slamming forward. Each time, her head hit against the mirror with the balls slapping her chin. Megan was being gullet fucked with no mercy; her head trapped against the mirror; and Derrick's cum snorted out her nose in big creamy globs.
The End
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