Page 11 of Big Book Boss

I laugh again. "Well, you aren't sober."

"How drunk am I?" She asks.

"Like on a scale of one to ten?" I frown.

"Yes, where ten is —you don't remember the next day."

"You're not wasted, just feeling no pain."

"Oh, good," she says and removes her hand cover to peer up at me. "I don't want to miss out on you."

I chuckle, "You'll remember, I promise. Now, if you'll excuse me, I also need to piss."

Pushing off the desk and going into the bathroom, she tells me. "You have a nice ass…. Just so you know." Then she giggles again. "Of course, you know. It's your ass. Now, you know I know too."

I turn the light on, but I leave the door open. As I unzip my jeans to pull out my penis, she yells, "You left the door open."

"Yep," I answer. "I know."

Grabbing my boner, I pinch it tight. Pissing with a hard-on is tricky. You have to strain more than when you're flaccid. I grip my cock, taking careful aim for the middle of the bowl. I don't want an out-of-control fire hose making a mess. That would kill both our buzzes.

"Want me to close it for you?"

The heavy stream splashes the water in the bowl.

"Oops, too late," she says.

When I'm finished, I wash my hands at the sink, dry them on the towel, turn the light off, and walk out, wondering if she was adventurous enough to sneak a peek.

The look on her face clearly confirms she was. I smirk. I would have been disappointed if she hadn't.

6

Samaera

Talkingabout a shock sobering you up? My breath is trapped in my throat as a million thoughts flash in my mind, crashing with memories of all the dicks I've seen with four brothers, like a baseball bat slamming into a home-run ball. While modesty was paramount in our home, I have seen my fair share of dicks, but I had no idea they could get THAT BIG! And Bastian's wasn't fully hard yet!

DEAR LORD! The man is packing a super-size sausage.

Walking out with a smirk means he knows I was spying on him. But a girl needs to know before she gives it up, right? Nothing like finding out your pussy swallows his penis whole, and you don't feel a damn thing but fuckstration.

He stops halfway to me. "So, you did peek?"

I roll my palms over and shrug, knowing my face shows my deer-in-the-headlights expression. "I did."

He chuckles, "And?"

"My God! I didn't know a cock could be that big!"

He laughs, "It gets better, or it gets worse. Which one is it for you, Dixie Doodle?"

"Oh," I blush beet red. Thankful the lamp casts a dim light. I bite my lip. "I don't know." I lie. My first thought was how satisfying it would be to ride him like a cowgirl, making the headboard of the bed bang against the wall and shouting, 'Yeehaw!'

"I don't know, isn't one of the choices." He studies me, waiting for an answer. Then adds, "You're excited by my size, or terrified, but willing to try it on and see if it fits, or horrified, and want no part of it. Which one is it?"

"Well, to be honest…." I start to confess, but watching his arms fold defensively across his chest makes me catch myself. He's had this exact conversation with every woman he's had sex with. He's had to have. His size alone is a deal breaker, and the gender of a person doesn't matter where rejection is involved. It hurts. Period.

He unfolds his arms and sticks his hands in his pockets. Less guarded but still defensive. "Well, you aren't horrified because you're still here. So, you must be terrified but willing to try it on. Otherwise, we would both be naked by now."

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