Totally Innocent 3

Darcy stared hard at his cock. She wanted every bit of its length embedded in her mind—to remember exactly how it looked at she wrapped her lips around it, buried it in her throat, pumped her gullet on it. She knelt down before Steve; the feel of cold linoleum under her knees turned her on. This wasn’t something nice girls felt. This was a feeling just for naughty, nasty gals like her.

“I am a slut,” she said softly, looking at Steve through a web of lowered eyelashes.

“Yes, you are,” he agreed, and settled back in his chair.

“Say it.”

“You’re a slut, Darcy Lewis.”

Her heart pittered and pattered at the thought that he knew her last name. She was still turned on, but she also wanted to have his babies a little. And fuck, did he have a big dick.

“Be a slut for me, Darcy,” Steve said, his voice deep and husky, and if he sounded like that before she even touched him, Darcy knew she had to find out how he sounded with his dick down her throat.

Quivering with lust, Darcy stretched her lips wide and stuffed Steve’s fat cock into her mouth. It tasted salty and musky and utterly satisfying. And his member was so thick that she had to open her jaw to the limit just to hold so much girth in her mouth.

Darcy forgot that she wasn’t Steve’s girlfriend, that she was letting a guy get way too far with her way too fast. All that mattered was how much sweet cock Steve was packing and that, at the moment, it was all hers. Feverishly she sucked him, as hard as she could, noisily slurping and sputtering as she tried to get even more of his hardness down her throat.

“That’s good, Darcy,” Steve groaned, his hands on the back of her head, exerting the gentlest of pressure—like a promise that she would take it all for him. Darcy should’ve felt threatened, but given how much she wanted to sheath his prick, all she felt was relieved that he was taking charge, making sure she throated him even if she gagged. “I know you can handle this big dick, so just suck on it, taste it. Yeah, enjoy being my little cocksucker while I go just a little deeper… your hair feels so soft, Darc… I can’t believe I get to pet it while I’m fucking that gorgeous face.”

Darcy needed more of him. Despite his words, his evident satisfaction in just having her on her knees and sucking, she could not listen to Captain America rizz her up and not need to overdose on what she was already mainlining. She’d touch herself, but if she gave away how hot sucking him off was making her, then he’d really think she was a slut.

So instead she wrapped her hand around the base of his prick and jacked off what she couldn’t mouth. Her tongue swirled all over his bloated shaft, wishing she could taste his precum, but his cockhead was halfway down her throat and she could feel the liquid heat of his impending orgasm dripping into her gullet. Rhythmically her cheeks caved in and puffed out, pulling at his fat cock, wanting more of his precum to warm his belly even if she couldn’t quite taste it.

Steve laughed disbelievingly. “You’re too good at this, Darcy. I’m gonna come for you. I can’t hold back when you’re down there sucking me like a whore who wants every last dime I’ve got!”

It’s not your dimes I want, soldier-boy, it’s every last drop of your cum—and you can feel free to put it wherever you want, I bet super soldier jizz is great for the skin.

Darcy wasn’t psychic, so she couldn’t let Steve know that with her mouth (and most of her throat) full. But she thought she got the message with how she looked him in the eye with his cock swallowed almost to her stomach.

Then she realized that as desperate as she was to have a mouthful of his seed—there was no way she was slutting it up with Captain America and not taking that majestic dick in her pussy.

She popped his package out of her mouth and wiped the drool from her lips with the back of his fist, then went a little cross-eyed staring at his cock. That stony pillar of manhood was thrust up in the air, throbbing between the cobblestones of Cap’s six-pack.

“You wanna come for me, Gramps, you do it where I need it!” Darcy struggled out of her jacket, her top, her pants, her bra—shit, why did she go around wearing so much shit, didn’t she know Steve might want to take advantage of her fertile body at any moment?

Darcy had gotten the notion that Steve wasn’t exactly the innocent virgin he put himself out as, but he still gaped at the sight of her voluptuousness nakedness. Staring at her big, stiff-tipped breasts, her sleek legs, the darkened fan of her pubic hair.

“All yours, big boy,” Darcy moaned. Her voice had a faraway quality to it, like she’d been drugged. “You went and seduced me. Now you’ve got to do something about this wet pussy I got.”

“You’re the experienced one,” Steve said, his voice thick with irony. “I’ll happily follow your lead.”

“Yeah, yeah, I guess if I wanted to be dommed, I should’ve gone to Bucky,” Darcy muttered. “Get down on your back. Momma wants a ride.”

As soon as Steve was on the ground, Darcy mounted him, straddling his groin, reaching down to grab hold of his throbbing manhood. With how thick it was and how much it was throbbing, she could barely grip it. She fit its tip to her slit and dropped down, grunting as she felt him travel, inch by inch, into her sopping-wet cunt. But no matter how much it hurt to stretch for him, she had to have more. She kept going, moaning at the pain, but needing to hold all of him inside her. It felt so nastily good.

“Unh! That’s it, Darc! Take all of it! You need to fuck all of it!” Steve reached up to her chest and took her huge breasts in his big hands. He squeezed and massaged, adding to Darcy’s pleasure, taking away her pain, so all she felt was the throbbing of his arousal like a vibrator between his legs. Then he bucked his ass off the floor, thrusting himself into her quivering sex, and she came a little, just feeling his girth rake her inner walls. “I love how wet your pussy is. It really turns you on, getting to fuck me. Show me. Show me how much you want me to come inside you!”

Darcy could do nothing but obey. She worked her ass like a machine, gasping and moaning and riding—sure she was titillating every inch that Steve had buried up inside her. She felt her snatch pulsing rapturously, filled to bursting by how hard she’d made Captain America.

Darcy leaned forward, letting her full breasts hang over Steve’s face. He immediately lifted his head and grasped one nipple between his teeth. He sucked hard, chewing and licking, and Darcy could only go deeper under his erotic spell. She rode his cock as hard as she could.

“Oh GOD!” she shrieked. “It’s so big! It’s so fucking thick! Fuck me with it, fuck that slut pussy, you can do anything you want with me, just—hnn! Gh! Please say my name! Say my name in that dirty fucking voice, you evil big-dick motherfucker!”

Steve tried to work his hips in time with her strokes, but Darcy was moving too frantically. Whipping her hips in a blur, slamming herself up and down on his burning flesh, able to focus on nothing but her orgasm getting closer and closer.

“I’m going to come in you, Darcy. This fuck only ends with my cum dripping out of you.”

Darcy’s cunt was wetter than it had ever been in her life. It seemed to actually be sucking on Steve’s manhood, obscenely squelching and squishing with every pump Darcy made on him.

“Yeah, you’re so wet, so tight, so fucking ready. Sweet little Darcy’s just jerking me off with her pussy, isn’t she? Fuck me, Darcy. Fuck me with that dirty cunt until I’ve had my fill.”

Steve tightened his teeth on her stiff nipple and, hands on her hips holding her in place, pistoned hard and fast into her cunt. Darcy wasn’t riding anymore, she was carried away, forced along by Steve’s superior strength. She felt on the verge of breaking; she had Steve’s cock in her belly and she was sure she’d be able to see it bulging if she didn’t sneak a donut hole now and then.