"I can't. I need more notice ahead of time" I texted back to Kate, my hands still wet from the shower. I glanced in the mirror at my thick cock hanging between my legs. It looked big. Even soft. I smirked and thought of all the messages I received from my full-body photo I did. Many of my fans happy that I had another photo showing off my beard.
She was a longtime fan of my blog, having found it shortly after I started putting my photos up and writing. Her story was rather sad. She had searched for "big cock" on reddit and found one of my photo. She messaged me some very filthy compliments and we started chatting. I was shocked when I found out she was only 17. "Why is a 17 year old girl searching for big cock on reddit?" I asked her. She replied that the boys her age were all immature, repulsive idiots and that she was bored and wanted to see some big cock. That was two years ago. She is 19 now and living on her own. Her parents kicked her out of the house the day she graduated high school. She lived in her car for awhile. It may sound strange, but I'm glad I was in her life in some fashion as she later said that chatting with me really helped her though a tough period in her life. She always said she wanted to fuck me if I was ever in Dallas.
"please? it's her birthday,lol!!" she texted back. I read my phone and laid back down on my bed. Still naked, I stared down at my cock laying on my stomach. It was fuller from the hot shower and my soft-on peaked over my belly button. I thought I should reach for my phone and send her back a pic of my cock laying on my stomach but remembered I had already posted at least a couple of those on my website. I sighed and sat up with the phone in my hands.
"ok, if it's really her birthday I'll do it, but you know me, I don't work for free. This isn't a charity. I expect a nice pic for payment." I texted back. Within moments I was looking at her gorgeous C-cup breasts on my phone, her shirt pulled up, hiding her face. "Yes, that's a great pic," I texted back. "But you already sent me that one 6 months ago. I want a NEW one." A few moments later I received a pic of her in her car, one hand pulling up her shirt, her bra undone showing a single breast and her smiling face sticking her tongue out at me. "Perfect! I love it! So what's the birthday request?"
She proceeded to tell me that it was a bit of a last-minute surprise for her friend since she had recently complained about her unfulfilling sex life. Apparently her friend didn't have very good luck. Mostly pencil-dicked porn addicts that could only cum if they masturbated and preferred their hand to real pussy. She said it was all the worse because her friend was the horniest girl she had ever met, waking up soaking wet and regularly getting herself off two or three times a day. She thought the best birthday present her friend could receive was simply being sexually fulfilled if only for a day.
I was told to do anything and everything and not to leave until I knew I had a satisfied customer. "Have I ever left anyone anything but satisfied customers?" I texted her. I already knew she'd respond in the negative, so I put my phone down and pulled my jeans up over my cock and balls. No reason to put on underwear today. The sad truth was that after a few of my visits to wives, they had lost all interest in having sex with their husbands altogether. I felt bad, but it was nice having "regulars". Honestly the husbands didn't seem to mind too much, as it turned them on to watch me fuck their wives in front of them.
I drove my jeep over to the address she gave me and pulled up in front of the house. There was a car in the driveway and on the street which I assumed was the neighbors. I strode up to the house and rang the doorbell.
"Hello?" asked an older woman, a bit confused and confrontational.
"Cheryl?" I asked, assuming that it must be her.
"She's here. How does she know you?" she said.
"I have a birthday present for her."
"Oh!" she said, suddenly at ease. "I'll go get her and let her know the delivery guy is here."
A young woman with short hair walked to the door, glancing to her mom to see if she would get a hint on who I was. She walked up to me, and staring at my crotch instead of my face, said, "My mom says you have a package for me?"
"Um, I do. Did Kate tell you I was coming over?"
"She texted me about 15 minutes ago, but I didn't read it. Hold on," she said as she pulled her phone out of her pocket, swiped it and read her texts. Her eyes popped wide and she stepped forward, slamming the door behind her. "Not now! My parents are still home! Come back in half an hour!"