Handling EmilHandling Emil


(All Characters are 18 or older, All participants have given enthusiastic consent, all sizes are ludicrous, all sex acts are over-the-top and fantastical.)


The phone rang once.

I groaned, stirring from dreams as deep as the blue eyes I had been dreaming about.

The phone rang twice.

I sat up and gave the phone two middle fingers.

The phone rang again.

“FUCK!” I shouted, lunging myself across the silk sheets to pick the damned thing up.

I didn’t say ‘hello’. I said, “Whoever this is, if this isn’t an important call, I’m going to drive to your house and slam this phone down RIGHT on your fucking ball sack.” I paused, blinking, and then added, “And if this is a woman, I’m going to surgically graft a pair to your body somehow to make that possible.”

I heard breathing on the other end. I had scared someone. I rolled my eyes.

“Speak.” I encouraged.

“Ms. Savich.” A quavering male voice finally piped up. “We need you. It seems there has been a situation.”

I rolled my eyes. “Who is she?” I asked.


After the weasel little campaign manager had gotten his story out, I jumped up, grabbing one of my specially tailored t-shirts, a thong, and some shorts. It was a bright, hot day so I added a pair of mirrored sunglasses to the ensemble and some sandals, finishing it all off by tying my dark hair into a simple pony tail. I paused to look at my reflection and shook my head.

My god I’m a hot bitch.


I shifted the throttle hard as my silver corvette hit 120, eyes barely flicking as I passed yet another car. A cop hit his sirens and was on me. I stopped quick and glared over my sunglasses as the bastard swaggered up.

“Is there a problem, officer?” I asked sweetly, pursing my lips a little as I batted my green eyes at him.

“You might say that ma’am. I clocked you doing four times the speed limit there.”

“I’ll bet you did. Guess I must have a pretty good reason, huh?”

“Look ma’am, I don’t want to—”I cut him off. “I’m Sonia Savich. You get on your little walkie-talkie and speak to the Chief of police. He’s been briefed. Then, when you’re done cussing yourself out for being such an idiot, you can give me escort. Assuming you can keep up. Bye.”

I hit the gas again, shifting the stick through several positions as I picked up speed.


The first part of my mission was going to be simple. I just had to get inside. I got out of the car and walked quickly, braless breasts threatening to break my tight top with each bounce. My humongous udders got stares from the crowd that was gathering, mostly reporters, many of whom snapped pictures as I breezed between them, dolling out middle fingers to each and every one of the perverts as I moved.

Finally I reached the two big cops at the door, keeping the reporters out.

“Sorry miss. No one gets in. Official orders.” One said, putting a hand up as he and his partner shamelessly used their eyes to devour my tits in their top.

“I’m Sonia Savich. I’m here to address the problem.”

The two seemed a little shocked; they had clearly been briefed to wait for me, but one looked to the other slyly as he blurted out, “Look miss, we can’t let every double-D cup who claims to be Sonia Savitch in here just because she says she is. For all we know, those are implants.”

“Double S cups.” I chided. I breathed heavy sigh, wishing as I often do that I were super strong, or some kind of martial arts badass instead of being good at what I’m actually good at. I couldn’t hope to overpower these two fuckwits. After this incident was done, I’d make sure they were forced to eat their badges, starting from their asses and working up.

“I will flash you my…credentials, if you agree to let me in.” I spat, bobbling my humongous mammories in my palms to entice them.

“Good enough for me!” Said the one on the left. I had already lifted my shirt to let them bask in the splendor and glory of my behemoth bombs when the other one spoke up, fighting to keep his eyes in his head.

“Not good enough for me. You could be any busty bitch. I heard Sonia Savitch could get any man off in one minute. Get me off like that and I’ll let you through.”

Greedy Bastard! I thought, mulling it over. The one on the left whispered to his friend as I did, “You fuck! You just want her to see what a big one you’re packing!”

The other sneered back, “Sure do. So what? Jealous?”

“Hell yes.” Muttered the first, hanging his head.

Now I chimed in. “You got your information wrong. I can’t do it in a minute.” He looked disappointed, but seemed to take delight as he started to chastise me. “I knew it, you’re not the real Soni—”

I cut him off, taking off my sunglasses so that my bright green eyes could capture his, showing all the seriousness and smolder they could as I spoke.

“I can do it in fifteen Seconds.”

“WH–!” He started, but I was already on my knees.

It was on.

1: My hand glides down the front ankara yabancı escort of his pants, a single motion skillfully unbuttoning his fly and pulling the zipper down before it has begun to tug those pants down.

2: I smirk at the dick that flops out. His buddy is right, he is a big boy, but even though I’m looking at six inches dead soft, I don’t look impressed. And truthfully I’m not. I’m used to much bigger.

3 With a skillful motion that can only come with the kind of training some put in to athleticism, I seize and wag his cock, smacking both my own cheeks with it and pressing the head to my pursed lips in a staccato of motion

4 I slurp him in, dick already getting semi hard as my tongue glides around his head and my hands find his hefty, yet forgettable nuts bulging in their hairy sack

5 Skillfully shaping my mouth around his girth, I spit, tagging his nuts with a gobbet of drool that I just as quickly plunge forward to met, his semi-hard cock burrowing into my check as my tongue reclaims the saliva dripping from his dangling sack.

6 As he hardens I let him easy enter my throat, his 11 inches or so threatening to harm a normal girl. But I am not normal.

7 My throat clamps to his head, making a perfect vacuum seal without even needing my lips. My isolated throat control is so great that I can ripple it over his cock in hundreds of specific points, an act that is only magnified as I start to bob my head, threatening to pull his cock with me every time I go back.

8. I make his balls my bitches, soft delicate hands moving to massage and mash them against my drool-covered chin, tongue flicking out past the throated cock to lash away at them.

9. For the next second I power-swallow, letting my throat muscles ripple on the whole length of him rapidly, nasty glucking noises audible to all.

10. His eyes were already beginning to glaze over as I went face first into his crotch, this time latching my thick, strong lips to the base of his meat, clamping them into place with such strength that when I pulled my head away again his whole body tried to come with me.

11. I released the pressure for just a second, a noisy slurp coming from my lips at the same time as a peeled sheen of glistening saliva and precum. I was giving his cock such a thorough sucking that I’m fairly certain some of this mess was just getting vacuumed straight from his balls.

12. Speaking of those, I could see them tensing and I helped them along with a skillful massage, varnishing his sizeable sack with all the juices running down his cock.

13. With his man-marbles marinated, I kicked up my pace, hair launching back and forth so fast my pony tail almost cracked like a whip against his thighs. First came the tell-tale groan….

14. Then the hangs clenched against my head, the toes could be seeing curling in the shoes, the fat testicles swelling fatter and pulling fast against his member, the groan intensifying into a broken-breath shudder and….

15. It was an impressive load, sure, but what might have choked your average porn-star was like a sip from a straw to me. I held his prick deep for the whole thing, feeling his head swell against the interior of my throat.

That was that, time seemed to return to normal. “There you have it. Fifteen seconds.” I giggled as I looked to the other guard, his pants stained with a massive stain, “Oh, and about four for him. Glad you enjoyed the stud.”

I didn’t wait for them to give me permission to pass; I just walked past, tits still out, ass swaying for their appreciation in parting.


The building was a symphony hall. It was a few hours before the concert. I didn’t know all the details, but there were definitely some deductions I could draw about the situation.

The Governor, a strong candidate for being the next president, was expected to be attending the concert. It is my assumption that his daughter—famed for her devotion to the arts and a cellist for her college orchestra—had come at this early hour to commiserate with the musicians and director, only to be met by my “problem” who was clearly up to his usual tricks.

How could I tell the latter? Because of the NOISE. It was unending, a non-stop stream of grunts, moans, screams, and gibberish half-words. While this space had been built to magnify sound, no group of instrumentalists could hope to match the sheer level of volume being reached by the loan female tone piercing through the very walls of this place.


These were the words I could make out as I rounded the corner and opened one of the double-doors.

I’m very professional, and time was of the essence, but despite these things I could help but stop and just stare for a moment. There was a hulking form on the stage, gorgeously layered in thick sheets of bahçelievler escort muscle, ripples and cavers showing the strength of his back that tapered down to a magnificent pair of magnificent buttocks. This perfect ass was tensing in one position or another as it thrust and thrust, fast and hard. A pair of spectacular arms were curled around a pair of long smooth-shaved legs, the latter kicking in random direction at each sturdy thrust. The most incredible sight of all though, was the humongous nuts, each a sturdy cannonball of densely packed meat. These slid along the stage or pounded against it mistily with each thrust, a wet smack echoing alongside the hoarse-throated moans.

I shook off my head from being so dazed at the site of him, clearing my throat. Oblivious, the viciously reaming stud just gouged away. Even though I couldn’t see it from this angle, I knew what she was getting and couldn’t help but think she was quite restrained in all her wailing; he’d gotten me to be much louder than this before.

Finally I seized my tremendous ta-tas and stepped forward, wrapping my humongous hooters around the sides of his head, making the nipples meet in the front so that his eyes were completely covered.

“Guess who?” I asked.

“Sonia!” He exclaimed, though it was muffled beneath titflesh to sound more like ‘Phonna’

“That’s right.” I said. “Now you get off the young lady, she’s clearly had enough.” Now that I was closer I could see what was going on in front of much better. The Governor’s daughter was perhaps a foot-and-a-half in front of us, impaled on almost that much cock that arched inside her, making her belly swell up with a visible bump. The lips of her bare little pussy were spread wide, hugging the thick circumference of his dick for dear life as a shiny coat of her glistening juices spilled steadily out around it. Even with his motion stopped, she seemed to be shuddering through little orgasms.

“Aw, I didn’t even cum yet!” He whined. I pulled back, withdrawing my tits from him so he would feel their absence.

“Emil! Off! Now!” I commanded. His shoulders dropped a little, but he obeyed, slowly pulling inch after inch of cock out of the coed, her whole body sort of shivering with relief when his thick head finally broke free. She looked as though she might be so gaped open that if I just took a flashlight to her I’d be able to see up into her brain. Poor thing.

“We should go home, Emil.” I pleaded.

Emil shook his head, folding his ludicrous arms, their rippling muscles growing a little taut as they folded across his perfect Pecs. “No. I’m not going anywhere until I blow a load. I’ve been walking around with full balls for HOURS, now.” He reached down and cupped his hefty sac. Even his enormous hands weren’t up to the task of fully encasing one of his testicles.

I sighed. “All right Emil. I’ll get you off ONE time. Then we leave. Deal?”

“Deal.” He smirked.

Thus would begin the eternal struggle between us. I, she of unprecedented sexual skill would do my best to get off he, of unsurpassed sexual endurance, before the police would be forced to relent and allow journalists onto the scene. If that happened, then a man’s political career would be destroyed by Emil’s gigantic cock.

Speaking of which, I stared at the huge ramrod, half-dipped in snatch-syrup that arched out in front of Emil like a damned telephone pole, and licked my lips hungrily. Yes it’s a pain-in-the-ass having to babysit Emil, making sure that his libido doesn’t destabilize society and ruin the world for all the other men out there… but it does have its benefits.

Slowly I bent at the waist, flicking my tongue out to slap at just the head of him, slurping it all around, cleaning girl-juice wherever I could find it, taking extra care to get the inside of his cumslit and the crease of his glans, steadying myself with my hands on his hips as I spiraled and licked lower, working his shaft from every angle to thoroughly clean it off.

Finally I pulled back to admire my handiwork; all the juice was replaced with slobber now, his shaft gleaming in a slightly different way.

“There, all clean.” I grinned.

“Nah-ah,” Said Emil, putting his big hands on my shoulders and guiding me to my knees, “My balls are totally sweaty. You’re gonna clean those too!”

“Em-ULMPH!” I said as he batted his massive scrotum against my face, using one hand he trapped my head from behind by grabbing a fistful of my hair, the other he used to manipulate his huge nuts against me, making sure each part of my face was smeared with his massive balls.

“Come on, Sonia, suck ’em. Suck my huge nuts!” He taunted. Sometimes I think the only thing Emil likes better than having the world’s biggest cock is bragging about it.

But who was I to argue? I Slurped and sucked and snacked, and smacked my lips, feasting and feasting on his fat fuck-buckets. He responded by starting to buck his hips… he was letting the huge balgat escort orbs swing forward like a pair of demolition balls, bucking a little faster each time as his nads knocked into my horny face. I knew the game here: He meant to ball-bludgeon me until I was stunned so he could go back to fucking miss tiny-tits over there.

Well I wasn’t going to have it. I stood fast, (well kneeled really) taking the abuse, letting the gigantic cum-boulders have their way with me, head rocking back a little further with each nut-punch. Finally he pulled back twice as far and abruptly swung forward, the weighty cock-cantaloupes hitting my chin with all their weight. Here I had miscalculated, for even as I tried to stand my ground, I couldn’t beat physics; the sheer size of them and the torque they generated slapping my chin carried me up and onto my back with an abrupt “THUD”.

I blinked and fought to keep my wits about me before he went back to pussy-punishing the Governor’s daughter, but it became clear I didn’t need to as he walked over to my face. A lesser man would need to squat to accomplish what happened next, but Emil just sat down next to my head, one leg above it and the other crooked over my chest.

Now his preposterous ball sack was free to drape out over my face like a big burlap bag, he leaned back on both hands, just smirking arrogantly, so casually you’d think he got his big nasty nuts sucked every day.

Well he did. Usually several times. But still, he didn’t have to be so SMUG about it.

I moaned and whimpered into his sack, really letting him enjoy his moment as I feasted on him, letting gravity carry a huge orb to the back of my throat, the other big ball resting rudely on my chin, bloated and slobbery where it sat.

“ULPH! MGULLPH! GLLLLAAGHGHGHL!” Was all I could say as the gargantuan gonad ground away in my gullet. Finally he seemed to need a switch, pulling his huge ball from my mouth he slapped it down right between my eyes, smearing my face with my own deepthroat slobber as he crammed the other one in its place, gigantic ball pressing on every part of my mouth from my tongue to my tonsils.

“That’s right sweet slutty Sonia…choke on it” He sneered. I hate it when he talks to me that way, and yet it makes me endlessly wet at the same time.

Finally he’d had enough and pulled out, scooting to position himself at my top, his huge cockhead dicktapping my forehead as he aimed it for my mouth.

“Open wide!” He commanded, spearing his humongous shaft right inside, impaling my lips and oral cavity, blowing right past both to jam his endless cock-cannon into my throat. I’m good. I can take a foot long cock to the balls without blinking, but Emil’s was no foot long. I had never encountered anything that was nearly as thick as his absurd rod, my gag reflex began to kick in around inch thirteen or so, my throat convulsing harshly on his shaft.

“GLLLLLLLLGHGHGHGHK” Was my only retort to his punishment. Perhaps this was what I really deserved for sleeping in.

Emil’s huge paws moved to my tits, the twin fires that always drew him back to me. I’d like to think my unmatched sexual skill, my willingness to be nasty and raunchy, my endurance for fucking, my unmatched capacity to worship a huge cock like Emil’s (Though there is no such thing as a cock like his!) meant something, but at the end of the day I know I’d never be able to keep him without my SS cups.

My own hands of course were locked under Emil thighs, helpless to do anything but grab at them slightly, unable to preventing his huge nuts from hammering the top of my head as he managed to shove more cock inside me. His throat-fucking thrusts were so strong and his balls so heavy that each time they swatted the top of my cranium I saw stars a little, throat involuntarily gurgling on his cock each time.

Emil was making a mess of me! Thick nasty sheets of precum and slobber joined the already nut-smeared streaks that coated my face, yet the stud only continued to use me for his selfish pleasure, humping and pumping away, indifferent to the giant puddle of ooze my features were becoming.

Finally he seemed to have enough of my throat, or at least saw something he wanted more. Emil pulled out, dragging my head off the floor for a moment with the arch of his shaft as it burst free, my lips slapping together in a nasty smack when his glistening head emerged. Emil scooted up, repositioning himself at my tits, his slobbery scrotum parked right on my face as he whipped his weapon against my wobbling melons.

He ground down, I think deliberately smothering me in sack as he began to smack and slap my breasts around with his behemoth beef bat; only a cock like his could toss my heavy tits around like they were nothing.

Once he had sufficiently tenderized his target he squeezed them together and began to hump away, plowing his enormous dick into my cleavage canyon, fingers tweaking my big hard nipples as he worked.

His balls of course were out of control, bouncing and bashing away at my features, thumping my nose one moment or filling both eyes the next. They waggled and whomped away on me, keeping me distracted from the sensation of almost three feet of cock angling in and out between my tits.

This is the effect Emil had on me! I could own any sexual situation, except those that had him in them, and then I became nothing more than a fuck doll.

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