Chapter 17: Adventures On The Other Side Of Town - Gig Part 2
Jovan gulped, his heart pounding in his chest like a drum. He knew he was caught red-handed, and he couldn't think of a plausible lie to cover his tracks. "I-I was just looking for the bathroom, ma'am," he stammered, his eyes darting around the room, searching for an exit.
Nicole scoffed, a cruel smirk playing on her lips. "The bathroom? Upstairs? Don't take me for a fool, Jovan.
I know what you're here for. Were you giving my daughter the show that was meant for me?" Nicole Niples' voice was like ice, her eyes burning into him as she advanced towards him, her hips swaying with each step. She was close now, so close that he could see the faint sheen of sweat on her skin, could smell the faint scent of her arousal lingering in the air. "Answer me," she demanded, her voice a low growl. Jovan hesitated, his mind racing as he tried to come up with a lie, any lie to cover his tracks. But one look into her piercing blue eyes, and he knew he was done for. He had been caught red-handed, and there was no way out of this. "Yes, ma'am," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper.
He knew there was no point in lying to her, not with the way she was looking at him. "I was with your daughter. But, I swear, nothing happened. We just talked, that's all."
Nicole's eyes narrowed, her lips curling into a cruel smirk. "Oh, really? So, you mean to tell me that you snuck into my house, went upstairs to my daughter's room, and all you did was talk?"
Jovan shifted uncomfortably under her gaze, his hands clenched into fists at his sides. "Yes, ma'am. That's all it was."
Nicole let out a low laugh, a sound like velvet and ice. "I don't believe you," she said, her voice cold and hard.
She took another step closer, her body invading his personal space. "But I don't care. I paid for a show, and I'm going to get one." She looked him up and down, her eyes lingering on his crotch, a hungry look in her eyes. "You understand, right? No objections?"
Jovan gulped, his heart pounding in his chest. He knew he was in deep trouble, and there was no way out of this situation. He shook his head, his eyes locked onto Nicole's, his body already responding to her hungry gaze.
Nicole smirked, her eyes gleaming with anticipation. "Good," she said, her voice low and sultry. "Because I want to see what you've got." Nicole's voice was low and dangerous, her eyes locked onto Jovan's. She had become bored with her day-to-day life, her husband always away on business trips, leaving her alone with her daughter in their sprawling suburban home. One of her friends had recommended she hire a stripper to come to her house, to give her some excitement, some thrill. Nicole had never cheated on her husband before, and he was the only man she had ever been with. But lately, she had been watching more and more porn, becoming more tuned into her sexual being, her body craving something more, something different.
As she stood inches away from Jovan, she knew she had found it. Nicole Niples was a tall woman, standing at 6'2", her long, slender legs accentuated by the short skirt she wore. Her hourglass figure was even more pronounced than her daughter's, her waist cinched in at a tiny 24 inches, her hips flaring out to an impressive 48 inches, her ass jutting out behind her, even fatter and firmer than Natalia's. Her breasts were a sight to behold, even larger and more veiny than her daughter's, her RR cups heaving with each breath, her nipples visible through the thin fabric of her shirt. Her blonde hair was straight, cascading down her back like a waterfall, framing her striking, angular face.
Her makeup was impeccable, her features perfectly highlighted and contoured, giving her the appearance of a supermodel. Her lips were full and pouty, her eyes large and almond-shaped, her lashes dark and fluttery. But it was her cleavage that was truly breathtaking, nearly 16 inches jutting out from her dress like a showcase of perfection. Jovan's eyes were drawn to it, unable to look away as Nicole advanced towards him, her massive tits heaving with each breath, threatening to spill out of her low-cut dress. He could see the veins running through her skin, the nipples visible through the thin fabric, hard and erect. He knew he was in trouble, knew that he couldn't resist her, not with her standing before him like that, her body on full display.
Nicole's eyes flashed with a dangerous heat as she looked him up and down, her voice low and sultry. "You owe me big time, you know that?" she said, her fingers tracing the edge of the kitchen counter. "You were late, and you didn't even have the decency to tell me. You just snuck in here like a thief in the night, trying to get away with something."
She turned away from him, grabbing a nearby kitchen chair and pulling it out from under the table. She sat down, her legs crossed at the ankles, her back straight and her chest thrust out. As she leaned forward, the low-cut neckline of her dress plunged even lower, revealing an obscene amount of cleavage. Jovan could see the swell of her massive breasts, the skin stretched taut and glistening with a faint sheen of sweat. The thin fabric of her dress struggled to contain them, the veins running through her skin visible, her nipples hard and erect, threatening to spill out at any moment. He gulped, his mouth suddenly dry as he stared at the expanse of flesh on display before him.
"Strip," Nicole commanded, her voice low and demanding. "I want to see what I paid for."
Jovan hesitated for a moment, his mind racing. He knew he had no choice but to comply, not with the way she was looking at him, not with the way her body was on full display before him.
He took a deep breath, his heart pounding in his chest like a drum, his body tensing with anticipation. He began to move, slowly at first, his hips swaying to the beat of a song only he could hear. He rolled his shoulders, his hands running up his chest, his fingers brushing against the thin fabric of his shirt. He looked into her eyes, his gaze focused and intense, his body moving in time with the music. He could see the desire in her eyes, the hunger, the need. It spurred him on, pushed him to move faster, to put on a better show for her.
Nicole watched him, her breath catching in her throat as he began to dance. She had never seen anything like it, had never been so turned on in her entire life.
Jovan moved closer to her, his body swaying to the rhythm of his dance, his hands running up his chest, his fingers brushing against the thin fabric of his shirt. Nicole's breath hitched, her eyes locked onto his, her heart pounding in her chest. She could feel the heat of his body, could see the sweat glistening on his skin, could smell the raw, primal scent of him. She bit her lip, her eyes trailing down his body, taking in every inch of him.
He was even sexier than she had imagined when she was listening to him fuck her daughter. His body was a masterpiece, every inch of it sculpted and defined, a symphony of taut muscle and smooth, dark skin. She couldn't take her eyes off him, couldn't believe that he was real, that he was standing before her, ready to do her bidding.
He slowly and sensually removed his shirt, lifting it up over his head, his biceps flexing with the movement. Nicole marveled at his chiseled chest and abs, her eyes tracing the ridges and valleys of his muscles, the thin line of hair that trailed down from his belly button. She could see the sweat glistening on his skin, could see the definition of each muscle, the way they moved and shifted under his flesh.
She watched, mesmerized, as he began to gyrate his hips, his body moving in a sensual rhythm that was almost hypnotic. He swayed, his hands running down his chest, his fingers tracing the lines of his muscles, his eyes locked onto hers. He turned around, giving her a view of his back, the muscles there just as well-defined as the ones in front. He looked at her over his shoulder, a smirk playing on his lips, daring her to look away. She couldn't, she was too entranced, too turned on. She could feel her body responding to his, her nipples hardening, her pussy growing wet. She spread her legs slightly, giving herself some relief, her breath coming in ragged gasps. He turned back around, his body facing hers, his hips still moving in that sensual dance.
Nicole's heart was pounding in her chest, her breath coming in short gasps as she watched him. He reached for his belt, his fingers brushing against the buckle, and slowly began to unfasten it. Nicole's eyes followed his every move, her hunger for him growing with each passing moment.
"That's it," she purred, her voice low and sultry, her eyes locked onto his. "Show me what you've got, baby."
Jovan smirked, his hands moving to the button of his jeans, unfastening it with practiced ease. He could see the hunger in her eyes, could feel the desire radiating off of her like a physical force. He knew that he had her right where he wanted her, that she was his for the taking.
He looked into her eyes, a challenge burning in his gaze, as he slowly began to slide his jeans down over his hips, revealing the swell of his lower abdomen, the dark trail of hair that disappeared beneath the waistband of his boxers. He bent down slightly, his hands gripping the hem of his jeans, and slowly shimmied them down over his thighs, his calves, his ankles, until they pooled at his feet. He stepped out of them, his bare feet soundless against the cool, tiled floor of the kitchen.
He swayed, his hips moving in time with a silent beat, his hands running down his chest, his fingers tracing the lines of his muscles. He turned his back to her, his hips moving in a sensuous, hypnotic rhythm, his ass flexing and releasing with each thrust. Nicole's breath hitched, her heart pounding in her chest as she watched him. She could feel the heat between her legs, the wetness growing with each passing moment. She bit her lip, her eyes locked onto his body, her desire for him growing, becoming almost unbearable.
"You're a tease," she said, her voice a low growl, her eyes never leaving him as he danced. "You know what you're doing to me, don't you?"
Nicole's voice was a low growl, her eyes locked onto Jovan's, her heart pounding in her chest. "Don't play games with me, baby. Show me what you've got."
Jovan smirked, his hips moving in time with a slow, sensual beat. He ran his hands down his chest, his fingers tracing the lines of his muscles, before moving lower, his fingers brushing against the waistband of his boxers. He looked into her eyes, a challenge burning in his gaze, before slowly, deliberately, grabbing himself through the fabric of his boxers. He brought his hand up, his fingers curled around his flaccid cock, and placed it right in front of her face, teasing her with just how ridiculously large it was, even in its current state.
He continued to dance, his hips moving in a slow, sensual rhythm, his crotch brushing against her face with each thrust. Nicole's breath hitched, her eyes wide with disbelief as she took in the sight before her. There was no way his cock could be that long and thick, she thought to herself, her mind racing as she tried to picture it. It had to be more than ten inches in length, she was sure of it. She couldn't believe that something so massive could be hidden beneath his boxers. She bit her lip, her eyes locked onto the outline of his cock, her body responding to the sight before her. She could feel the heat between her legs, the wetness growing as she watched him dance, his crotch brushing against her face with each thrust.
Jovan's hands moved lower, his fingers brushing against the waistband of his boxers, his eyes locked onto hers, daring her.
"Come on, baby," he said, his voice a low growl, his hips still moving in that sensual rhythm. "You want to see what's underneath here?" He grasped the waistband of his boxers, his fingers hooked into the fabric, his body still moving to the beat of his unspoken song. Nicole hesitated for a moment, her breath caught in her throat, her eyes locked onto his. But the hunger won out, and she reached up, her fingers tentatively touching his, her eyes never leaving his. Together, they slowly began to pull down his boxers, revealing inch by inch of his muscular thighs, his thick, veiny legs coming into view.
Nicole's breath hitched as she caught the first glimpse of the banana hammock, the bright yellow fabric standing out against his dark skin. She looked up at Jovan, her eyes wide with anticipation, her heart pounding in her chest.
As she continued to pull down his boxers, the banana hammock came fully into view, and Nicole's eyes nearly popped out of her head. She gasped, her hand flying to her mouth as she took in the size of the lump hiding behind the fabric. "Oh my god," she breathed, her eyes wide with disbelief. "There's no way that's all you."
Nicole's eyes were wide with disbelief, her mind struggling to comprehend the size of the lump hidden beneath the bright yellow fabric of Jovan's banana hammock. Before she could utter another word, Jovan smirked, his hips moving in a slow, sensual rhythm. He grabbed his cock through the fabric, his fingers curling around it, and began to shake it in front of her face, treating it like a weapon. "You want to see what I've got, baby?" he growled, his eyes locked onto hers, a dangerous glint in their depths. "You want to see what I can do with this big boy?" Nicole gasped, her eyes widening as he shook his cock against her face, the fabric of the banana hammock rubbing against her skin. She could feel the heat radiating off of his cock, could see the outline of it, even through the thick fabric.
Jovan's hands wrapped around his massive member, his fingers curling around the base, and he began to shake it in her face, the banana hammock caressing her skin, his cock twirling in the air. The sensation was overwhelming, and Nicole's mouth began to water, her eyes widening with each smack against her face. The fabric of the banana hammock grazed her lips, her nose, her cheeks, each touch sending a jolt of desire straight to her core. Her breath hitched, her chest rising and falling rapidly, her body responding to the sight and feel of his massive cock, so different from her husband's. She had only given her husband a blowjob once, and he had come almost instantly, leaving her with a mouthful of warm, sticky liquid.
But as Jovan's massive cock twirled in the air, the banana hammock caressing her skin, she couldn't help but feel the urge, the desire to put that big black cock in her mouth. She pawed at the fabric, wanting to free it from its prison, her fingers clutching at it desperate to uncover what lay beneath. Her mouth watered, her tongue darting out to moisten her lips, her eyes locked onto the outline of his cock, her mind racing with the thought of taking it into her mouth, of feeling it fill her, of tasting him.
Jovan watched her, a smirk playing on his lips as he saw the desire in her eyes, the hunger, the need. "You want it, don't you, baby?" he growled, his voice low and deep, his hips still moving in that sensual rhythm.
"You're going to have to make it up to me, you know. Showing up late, sneaking around like that. I should have just sent you on your way."
Nicole's eyes narrowed, her voice dropping to a low purr as she leaned forward in her chair, her cleavage spilling out of her dress. "But now, I think you owe me, Jovan. You showed up late, and you snuck around like a thief in the night. You think you can just get away with that?" She reached out, her fingers brushing against the outline of his cock through the fabric of the banana hammock, her touch sending a jolt of pleasure straight to his core. "I think you're going to have to make it up to me, baby. You think I'm just going to let that slide?"
Jovan's breath hitched, his heart pounding in his chest as she touched him, her voice a low, sultry purr that sent shivers down his spine.
"What do you mean, baby?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper, his body on fire from her touch.
Nicole leaned forward even more, her massive breasts heaving with each breath, her eyes locked onto his. "I mean that you're going to have to make up for your tardiness, Jovan. You showed up late, and now you're going to have to pay me back for my time. With your cum."
Jovan's breath hitched, his heart pounding in his chest as he felt her words, felt the heat of her body so close to his. "I'd be happy to, ma'am," he growled, his voice low and deep, his eyes locked onto hers. He stepped closer, his hips moving in that slow, sensual rhythm, until his crotch was right up against her mouth, the outline of his massive cock pressing against her lips. He could feel the heat of her breath against his skin, could see the desire in her eyes as he ground against her, teasing her with what lay beneath the bright yellow fabric. "But first, you're going to have to help me out of this thing," he said, his voice a low growl, his fingers grasping the waistband of his banana hammock.
Nicole's breath hitched, her eyes locked onto the outline of his cock, her body on fire with desire. She reached up, her fingers tentatively touching the fabric, her eyes never leaving his. Jovan smirked, his hips moving in a slow, sensual rhythm, grinding against her face, his cock twitching with anticipation.
Nicole, unable to resist any longer, leaned in, her tongue darting out to lick the outline of his cock through the bright yellow fabric of the banana hammock. Jovan groaned, his head falling back, his eyes fluttering closed as he felt the wet warmth of her tongue against him. Slowly, she licked up and down the shaft of his cock, the banana hammock providing only the slightest barrier between her tongue and his skin. Nicole's hands grasped the fabric at his hips, her fingers digging into the soft material, her knuckles brushing against his skin. She could feel the heat of him, the hardness, the sheer size of him. She had never seen a cock so big, had never even imagined one could be so large. She pictured it in her mind, the massive length, the thick girth, the enormous head. She could almost feel it, could almost taste it, as her tongue continued to lick and tease him through the fabric.
Jovan's breath came in short gasps, each exhale a low, primal groan. He could feel the wet heat of her tongue, could feel the gentleness, the teasing strokes of her hands.
Her fingers tightened on the vibrant yellow fabric, nails scraping against his hip bones as she began to pull. The elastic waistband resisted for a moment before yielding, sliding down just enough to reveal the thick, dark root of him. A prominent vein, like a raised cord, pulsed along the underside of the massive base.
She dragged the hammock lower, her breath catching as inches of heavy, flaccid flesh were exposed. The long shaft unfurled, a dense weight of smooth ebony skin, right before her widened eyes. It lay against his thigh, impossibly thick and already stirring with interest.
She continued her slow, deliberate descent, the fabric whispering over his skin. The full, staggering length was unveiled, a fourteen-inch monument of dormant power. The monstrous cock rested heavily, its sheer size dominating the space between them.
The bulbous, purplish head emerged last, glistening faintly in the kitchen light. It was a truly shocking sight, even in its soft state, far surpassing anything she had ever imagined. Her gaze traveled from the thick base, up the veined shaft, to the formidable crown.
A drop of clear pre-cum beaded at the tip, evidence of his arousal. The low-hanging weight of his gigantic balls completed the breathtaking picture. Nicole simply stared, her mind struggling to process the sheer scale of him.
A soft, involuntary sound escaped her parted lips. "My God," she whispered, the words barely audible. Her hand trembled as it hovered near the heat radiating from his skin.
The air grew thick with the musky, primal scent of him.
Nicole's fingers, still grasping the banana hammock, hesitated for a moment before she gave a gentle tug, freeing the last of the fabric from his hips. Jovan's massive, flaccid cock sprang free, the heavy weight of it swinging slightly, the thick shaft resting against his thigh. Nicole's breath caught in her throat as she stared at the sight before her, mesmerized by the sheer size and weight of him. She had never seen a cock so large, had never even imagined one could be this big. Her eyes traced the length of him, from the thick base, up the veined shaft, to the formidable crown, the pre-cum beading at the tip. She could feel the heat radiating off of him, could see the gentle pulse of the vein that ran along the underside of his cock.
Jovan stood, completely naked before her, his massive body on full display. Nicole's eyes were glued to the sight before her, her body frozen in place as she took in the sheer size and weight of his flaccid cock, hanging heavy and low just inches from her face. She felt a primal, instinctive reaction deep within her, a raw, visceral need to take him into her mouth, to feel the weight of him on her tongue. She licked her lips, her mouth watering at the thought, her body quivering with anticipation.
Jovan watched her, a smirk playing on his lips as he saw the raw, primal hunger in her eyes. "You like what you see, baby?" he asked, his voice a low growl, his hips moving slightly, his cock twitching in the air.
She nodded, her mouth watering, she opened her mouth to take his bulbous head, still slick with her daughter's cum, into her mouth.
Nicole's lips parted, her tongue darting out to taste him, her eyes locked onto his. The tangy, salty flavor of her daughter's cum exploded on her tongue, and she couldn't help but moan, her eyes fluttering closed as she took him deeper into her mouth, her lips wrapping around the broad, mushroom-shaped head. Jovan groaned, his hands moving to her head, his fingers tangling in her long blonde hair, guiding her, showing her how he liked it.
"That's it, baby," he growled, his voice low and deep, his hips moving slightly, his cock twitching in her mouth. "Take it all, nice and slow.
Lick it like a lollipop," Jovan commanded, his voice a deep rumble, his fingers tightening in her hair. Nicole, her eyes locked onto his, obeyed, her tongue swirling around the bulbous head of his cock, her saliva coating his skin. She slurped and sucked, her mouth working overtime, her cheeks hollowing as she tried to take him deeper. She licked and lapped at the sensitive underside, her tongue tracing the thick vein that ran along the length of him, her fingers wrapping around the base of his shaft. She worked slowly, methodically, her mouth and tongue exploring every inch of him, her moans vibrating against his skin.
"Mmm, fucking delicious," she murmured, her voice muffled by his cock.
"You taste amazing."
Jovan smirked, his fingers tightening in her hair, his hips moving slowly, his cock sliding in and out of her mouth. "You love sucking this big black beef, don't you, baby?" he growled, his voice low and deep, his eyes locked onto hers. "You love feeling my massive dick in your mouth, don't you?"
Nicole's eyes widened, her breath hitching as she looked up at him, his words sending a jolt of desire straight to her core. She moaned around his cock, her tongue swirling, her mouth sucking, her eyes locked onto his. She couldn't deny it, couldn't deny the raw, primal hunger she felt for him, the desire to feel him in her mouth, to feel him fill her, to taste him.
So she did what he asked, what she wanted, her tongue licking a slow, wet trail down the length of his massive shaft, her eyes locked onto his, her mouth hungry for more. She reached the base of his cock, her tongue darting out, licking the sensitive skin there, tasting him, teasing him. She looked up at him, her eyes wide and innocent, her tongue peeking out between her lips, begging for more.
Jovan groaned, his hands tightening in her hair, his hips moving slowly, his cock sliding in and out of her mouth. "That's it, baby," he growled, his voice low and deep, his eyes locked onto hers.
"Now lick my balls, taste that sweet, dark meat." Jovan's voice was a deep rumble, a command that Nicole couldn't resist, her tongue darting out immediately, trailing down the thick, veined shaft of his cock. She reached the base of him, her tongue exploring every ridge and valley of his dark skin, before moving lower, her eyes locked onto his. She could see the dark, curly hair that surrounded his balls, the dense, wiry patches of it, the way it tickled her nose as she breathed in his scent. She moaned, the sound muffled by his cock, her tongue lapping at the heavy sac, tasting him, teasing him. She ran her tongue over the smooth, sensitive skin, her fingers cupping and weighing his balls, her touch gentle yet firm.
She took one into her mouth, her lips wrapping around the round, heavy weight, her tongue swirling, her breath warm and wet. The taste of him, the scent of him, it all drove her wild, a raw, primal hunger surging through her veins. Her pussy grew wetter than it ever had before, the heat between her legs intensifying, her clit throbbing with each pulse of desire that coursed through her body. She could feel the wetness soaking her panties, could feel the ache, the need, the hunger for more. She suckled on his balls, her mouth and tongue worshipping them, her eyes locked onto his, her body writhing with the pleasure of it all. Jovan groaned, his head falling back, his eyes fluttering closed as she took him in her mouth, her tongue and lips working their magic.