Page 22 of Mister Prick

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Jessica

With legsincapable of doing much more than holding me up, I stumbled toward the front of the car while Vince walked around the other side.

“I feel like your cock is still in my chest.”

“Is that a good thing, or a bad thing?”

“Good.” I braced myself against the side of the vehicle. “I mean. It beats the alternative.”

“Which is?”

“You having a little dick.”

“I was cursed, that’s for sure.”

I reached for the door handle. “Blessed is more like it.”

I heard his door open and then close. After letting out a long breath, I opened the door and climbed inside. “I might have to take the rest of the day off.”

“Why’s that?”

I looked at my shaking knees and chuckled. “I can’t fucking walk for starters.”

“Is it that bad? The size?”

His cock was huge, no doubt. But, it was perfect. So much so that I feared he ruined me from ever enjoying being fucked by anyone other than him. I’d undoubtedly compare every other cock in my life to his. Never having him fuck me again wasn’t something I wanted to think about.

“No. It’s good. I just. I’m out of practice.” I pulled the door closed and then looked at him. “If we could keep doing this, I’m sure my pussy would be in great shape in no time.”

“I might agree to that.”

“I think I could manage to make time for a few more sessions,” I said with a laugh. “Just a few, though.”

“It might be that your pussy is too damned tight. Did you ever consider that you’ve got a small twat?”

“I hate that word.”

“Twat?”

“Yes. That and the c-word.”

“C-word?”

I sighed. “Cunt.”

“Oh. Yeah. I hate that one, too.”

“Did you like it, though? My twat. It wasn’t uncomfortable, was it?”

“A tight pussy is a good pussy,” he said. “Yours is fabulous.”

“I’m glad you liked it.”

He looked at his watch. “We’ve got eleven minutes. What do you want to do?”

“Take a nap?”