Patreon Exclusive: Endurance Training Part 1!

Hello!

Sorry for the wait on this one!

I'm proud to present part one of a side story featuring Renee Cross: Endurance Training.

One aspect of Renee that I don't get to explore very much in the stories is her sexual satisfaction. She clearly gets off on corrupting people, but does she ever have sex? The answer is yes, but mostly her interactions with Kissy (who she won't have sex with until the time is ripe) and Daren (who she does not want to have sex with) are all that we see of her. One might even think that Renee is a lesbian based on her clear disgust for the only dick we see her interact with. That's not the case: just like Kissy, Renee is bisexual, although all of her relationships are characterized by cruel dominance.

I hope you enjoy the story! The next story will be part two of this, so no poll this time. Please leave a comment if you enjoyed the piece! Comments really make my day.

What Renee Cross needed was some good dick. 

She had been having a lot of fun with Kissy and her pathetic Daddy lately, and dominating losers was definitely sexually stimulating, but she wouldn’t be caught dead fucking her Puppy’s shrimpy wiener, and Kissy didn’t have one.

Sometimes there was just no substitute for a rock-hard cock, and with how busy she had been working on her corruption schemes, it had been a while. 

Renee scrolled idly through photos in her special folder. There were a number of guys that she had strung along the past few years for occasions just such as this. She used to just save their numbers in her phone, but she found it too difficult to match names with faces. So she found a solution that worked for her: Dick pics that they had sent her, labeled with the name and face in the corner.

Martin… no, he had talent, but she was craving something bigger. Felix was big, but he had an attitude, and Renee wasn’t in the mood to play with her food this time. She wanted someone with a big cock who would let her push him around. 

Someone knocked on the door. Renee looked up with exasperation. She was sitting alone in Ms. Chambers's office. In theory, Renee was in the middle of a counseling appointment, but she had told Ms. Chambers to fuck off so she could relax in peace for a while. The blonde bimbo of a counselor had better not be back to ask again if Renee was sure she didn’t want to get eaten out. 

But when the door opened, it was Mel instead of Ms Chambers. Almost as bad. Melissa Fontaine was the picture-perfect image of a hot, popular girl. Blonde, blue-eyed, and slim. Her breasts were just big enough to look big on her willowy frame without looking cartoonish, and her ass has the meaty, athletic bounce of a young woman who loved to exercise.  She was a decent right-hand woman, but she sometimes had a little too much independent thought. 

Renee suppressed an eye-roll and went straight back to her phone, flicking through a few more images of cocks. “What is it Mel?” she asked impatiently. “I’m kind of in the middle of something.”

“Homecoming game is next week,” said Mel innocently, pretending to inspect the university pamphlets that Ms. Chambers kept on her desk.

“Uh-huh,” said Renee with flat disinterest, pausing on the image of ‘Bass’ Rivera’s cock. Nah, he was more trouble than he was worth. Damn it, it seemed like guys either had a big cock, or a meek personality. She wanted both this time!

“We’re playing our big rivals, East High. It sure would be nice if we could win…” said Mel meaningfully, sneaking a sidelong glance at Renee’s face. 

This time Renee did roll her eyes. “Yeah. Sure. Gooooo Rams!” she raised a fist in a sarcastic cheerleader salute to their high school mascot. 

“Well, I was thinking,” gushed Mel with barely contained excitement. God damn it. Here we go with another one of her brilliant ideas, thought Renee sourly. “What if someone who was reeeeally good at manipulating people got into the head of East High’s quarterback? He’s their star player! They wouldn’t stand a chance!” Mel was leaning across the Counselor's desk, her face glowing with excitement, a big shiny smile on her face.

Renee set her phone down and pinched the bridge of her nose. “Mel, are you under the impression that I became a cheerleader because of my enthusiasm for Riverside High’s sports program?”

“Well, no Renee, but…” Mel’s smile became a little worn around the edges as she realized her idea wasn’t going to get the reception she hoped. 

“And even if I did give a shit about the homecoming game, I already told you, I’ve cut all side projects. My father and I are working on the Harlowe project exclusively. I don’t have the bandwidth for anything unrelated.”

But Mel had one more ace up her sleeve. “You know that East’s quarterback is Corey Hall, right?”

Renee looked up at Mel, who was now wearing an infuriatingly smug grin. How did she even know about Renee’s connection to Corey Hall? One day Renee would have to put Mellissa in her place. But right now, Renee just needed time to think.

“Get out,” said Renee firmly. Mel could be dumb sometimes, but she knew Renee well enough to know when not to push her luck. With a fleeting grin, the blonde cheerleader slipped back out the door of the office, clicking the door shut behind her. 

Corey fucking Hall. The list of people who had ever embarrassed Renee Cross was short, but Corey had handily earned his spot. 

Renee had always had a strong sense of her own importance. Her father had instilled it in her from a young age. She was an elite, a cut above the common people. Dominance and superiority were her birthright. So was it any wonder that when she got her first serious crush on a boy in middle school, she assumed that getting her way would be easy?

She had marched right up to Corey in the middle school lunch room and informed him that they were dating now, and she expected him to impress her with a gift the next day. 

Corey, a young man as mature and emotionally intelligent as most middle schoolers, surrounded by friends he was eager to impress, had been predictably cruel. Nothing too creative, but devastating for a little girl as proud as Renee had been.

“Who are you exactly?”

She could still remember his tone. Almost disgusted. Like she was nothing. 

The whole incident made her squirm to remember. Her poorly thought-out approach, Corey’s cruel rejection, the furious tears she had cried that night at home. Her father had gently explained that evening how manipulation and concealing your intentions was a much better way to claim your rightful rewards. It had been a valuable life lesson. But a painful one, especially for someone with very few other experiences with embarrassment. 

Corey Hall had gone to a different high school. Renee faintly suspected that her father had used his connections with the city government to make it so. And now he was their star quarterback. Renee was sure that victory at the homecoming game meant as much to him as it did to that sports-obsessed bimbo Mel.  Come to think of it, maybe crushing the spirit of a bad boy with a big cock would be even better than finding someone who was already mild-mannered. 

Maybe Renee had time for one little side project after all…

…

Run. Turn. Throw. 

The sun was going down, and Corey Hall was still out on the field after the other players and even the coach had gone home. Maybe it was excessive, running drills this much. But that was what put him ahead of all of the other quarterbacks in the conference. Sheer stamina. The other guys would get tired and give up, but he was used to putting in long hours. 

This upcoming homecoming game was crucial. He had heard there would be recruiters there. Not only would he lead his team to victory, he would secure his future at the same time. 

Run. Turn Throw. The ball hit the practice dummy squarely in the chest. Corey felt the burn in his muscles, but it was a good burn. Stamina. That was the key.

Corey was so absorbed in his drills that it took him a while to notice his spectator. But when he did notice her, his interest was immediately piqued. Corey might spend a lot of his time practicing, but he could always make time for a beautiful girl. 

And she was beautiful: long, toned legs, big round breasts, and smooth chocolatey skin. She leaned back against the bleachers, her tempting chest thrust provocatively forward as she watched him with dark, wicked eyes. 

Yes, this was definitely a girl he could make time for. Corey trotted over to the bench, using his water bottle as an excuse to get closer to the watching woman. After taking a swig, he called up with a grin: “You like what you see?”

The girl returned his smile with a naughty smirk of her own, “Absolutely. It’s a beautiful sunset,” she said in a teasing voice. 

“There are lots of places you can watch the sunset, but only one place you can see East High’s star quarterback,” said Corey smugly. Maybe he had a big head, but as a sports star, he was practically the king of the school. He had earned bragging rights.

“Ohhhh, is that what I’m looking at? I thought you might be the team manager picking up after practice,” said the mystery woman with mock innocence. Corey liked her. She had a sort of bratty flair that pulled him like a magnet. She was playing hard to get, but she wouldn’t be here watching if she wasn’t already intrigued by him.

“What’s your name?” he asked, giving her his best smoldering glare.

“Renee. And, of course, I know yours. ‘East High’s star quarterback’ hardly needs to introduce himself to a commoner like me,” she said with a wink.  Corey squinted at her for a moment. For some reason, he felt like he recognized her… But that couldn’t be, she definitely wasn’t one of the seniors from his high school: he spent enough time checking out girls in his class to be certain of that. Maybe she just reminded him of a celebrity… or a pornstar maybe; she was hot enough for it.

“Tell you what Renee,” said Corey with a smirk, “I’m finishing my drills. Let’s play a game. If I can hit the target five times in a row, you’ll give me your phone number.” Little bets like this were one of Corey’s favorite flirting methods. It introduced a little mild competitiveness while demonstrating physical prowess. When successful, it impressed the girl and sparked her interest.

Renee’s eyes flashed with enthusiasm and she giggled, responding, “Oh my! Are you sure you can? You’ve been out here all afternoon, aren’t you too tired to keep going?”

Corey laughed. “Trust me, Renee. I don’t get worn out that easily,” he looked her right in the eyes and said, “I could keep going all night long if you wanted me to.”

Renee snorted at the cheesy line, but her gaze held a little smoky heat as she raised an eyebrow. “Is that so? Well, let’s make this interesting then. If you can hit your target ten times in a row, we can go somewhere private and I’ll let you prove that bold claim.”

Corey gulped and felt his cock twitch in his practice uniform. Was this girl for real? True, he had been fishing a little with that last line, but he expected that Renee would act scandalized while laughing. But Corey was a teenage boy, and he wasn’t about to look a gift horse in the mouth. If Renee was serious, then he was going to get those ten fucking target hits in a row. 

And he did, smoothly and easily. There was a reason this was the bet he had made: he rarely ever missed in this simple drill these days. It was more about endurance training than accuracy at this point. As the last throw bounced against the practice dummy, he saw that Renee had already gotten up from her seat in the bleachers and was walking toward him with a sultry look of expectation.

“Looks like you win, big boy,” she purred, taking him by the arm, a large firm breast brushing against him. “Are you ready to claim your prize?”

Corey exalted in the feeling of victory. And this slut was eager to celebrate with him. “You got it,” he said with a cocky grin. “Just give me a minute to change and we can go somewhere a little more private.” 

“Everyone else is gone, Superstar,” said Renee with twinkling eyes, punctuating her statement by biting her soft, sexy lip. “Isn’t the locker room private enough? I don’t want to waste any time. I want you to show me how you “go all night long”.”

Corey seriously couldn’t believe his luck. This bitch wanted his cock bad.

“When you put it that way,” he said with a dopey smile, “How can I refuse?”

…

Men really weren’t hard to trick. 

Thrust out your chest, drop the slightest hint that they might get lucky, let them think that they were in the driver’s seat, and they were putty in your hands.

All it had taken in this meathead’s case were a few sultry glances and a little light flirting. Renee’s breasts and face had done the rest. Now he led Renee eagerly into the musty East High locker room, no doubt thinking that this would be an easy and straightforward fuck. Although he wouldn’t realize it until it was too late, he was already doomed. 

The only question was where to take things from here. Although Renee was normally a meticulous planner when it came to corruption schemes (a habit drilled into her by Victor), she had gone into this one improvising. She knew that she wanted to turn this cocky quarterback into a pathetic sub, but there were so many ways that she could do that…

But the most satisfying option was already forming in her mind. Yes. He was most proud of his physical strength. His endurance. His stamina. Renee often found that turning a victim’s strength into weakness could be particularly satisfying. The plan firmed up in her mind. The downside was that she wouldn’t get the dick that she craved tonight. But no matter, all would come in time. 

Renee crossed her arms to teasingly tug the tight shirt over her head, revealing her cute bra. She knew she would be showing it off to Corey tonight, so the bra had been selected especially to lift and present her gorgeous tits for his inspection. 

Corey looked like a little boy on Christmas morning, his eyes wide with delight as he clumsily unlaced and kicked off his practice pants. Renee felt a ripple of heat through her belly as Corey’s greedy eyes roamed her body. Renee was a sexual omnivore, but one of the things that turned her on the most was seeing the awe and desire that her looks inspired in others. It made her feel worshiped like the Goddess she was when her beautiful young body made her male prey stiff and her female prey wet. She supposed it could be considered exhibitionism in a sense, although most exhibitionists got off on the humiliation, and for her, flaunting her perfect body was an act of dominance. 

Renee’s eyes lit up as she saw the meaty cock between Corey’s legs, already pulsing with need for her. A very satisfactory size. Of course, she wouldn’t get a chance to fuck it tonight. She had to whip Corey into shape a little first. Renee swayed over to the gawping quarterback and firmly pushed him down onto his back on a locker room bench, straddling his legs, letting him feel the warm skin of her thighs and the dampness of her panties beneath her short skirt. 

“So, Superstar,” said Renee with a wicked grin. “You talked a big game out there about how long you could last with me.” She gripped his hard dick with a light, loose grasp, letting him barely feel the touch of her slim, soft fingers. “But I’ve heard it all before. Big strong guys, with big hard cocks, bragging about how they’ll make me scream their names all night long.” Her grip tightened slightly, feeling the hard, stiff length of Corey’s shaft. “Only to have them go for two minutes and be ‘too tired’ to continue. Frankly, it’s a waste of effort on my part. I’m not going to get myself all in the mood just to be disappointed.”

Renee smiled evilly as she reached behind her back with deft, practiced motions and unhooked her bra, letting it fall loosely down her shoulders. Corey looked up at her raptly, mouth agape, hanging on every word as she firmly gripped his cock. “So let’s play another little game. Like the one you played with me on the field, remember?” Leaving her tits still barely concealed, Renee retrieved her phone and set a timer for two minutes, setting it up facing them on the adjacent bench. “I just want to be sure that you aren’t all talk.” Renee gave Corey’s cock one long slow stroke before stopping again, drawing a groan of pleasure from the young athlete’s lips, and making her bras slide down her arms a little, revealing more of her big brown tits. “If you can last two minutes with my hand, then you get my pussy all night long…"

“... Good luck, hotshot.”

Renee started the timer, and in one smooth motion, discarded her bra, fully revealing her round tits and her big stiff nipples. The twitch of the big cock in her hand showed that the sight alone had brought Corey closer to the edge than he wanted to be. Renee suppressed a giggle. She hadn’t even started moving her hand yet, and Corey was already preparing to lose in a humiliating fashion.

Renee began moving her hand in slow, languid strokes. She was so sure of her victory that there was no need to rush. Why not let Corey think he had a chance at victory before crushing him? Making a man cum was easy; the hard part was getting him to last. This game was stacked against Corey from the start. 

“Mmmmm,” said Renee, biting her pillowy lower lip. “You’ve got such a nice cock, Superstar. It’s exactly the type I like. The kind that can fill me up all the way.” The look of stunned pride on Corey’s face was almost cute. But if he planned to win, he was making a grave error. He really shouldn’t be listening to Renee at all…

“And I’ve got a pussy that I think you’ll like just as much,” purred Renee, giving Corey a coy look through her eyelashes. “It’s hot… and wet… and tight… It's perfect for milking big fucking dicks like this one..” She rhythmically tightened and loosened her grip as she stroked faster now, giving Corey just a taste of what he supposedly would get to experience. The timer read 1:00.

Renee’s eyes flicked to Corey to see that he was checking the clock as well. Halfway done. He must feel like he was close to victory at this point. 

“You’re soooo close Corey,” said Renee with the hint of a moan in her voice, increasing the speed of her handjob and bouncing lightly on Corey’s legs to give her tits an enticing jiggle. “Imagine. In just seconds, you can hold me down and suck my big tits all you want. You can fuck my sweet little pussy til I scream for more.” Corey’s eyes and ears drank her in. His cock was swelling even further, and his balls were tightening up against the base of his shaft. Corey was feeling so good that he still hadn’t realized what was about to happen. By the time he did, it would be too late to stop.

Thirty seconds left on the clock. Time to end this game. Renee bent forward, giving Corey an eyeful of her luscious tits, and let a thick stream of drool fall from her lips onto his cock, suddenly sending his cock to slippery heaven in Renee’s experienced hand. “We don’t have a condom, do we, big boy?” asked Renee in a heated whisper, looking deep into Corey’s eyes. She read panic there, he had realized too late how close to the edge he really was. “A promise is a promise though. I guess I’ll just have to let you fuck me raw…” 

That was enough. Corey’s hips were bucking involuntarily up against Renee’s tight, slippery fist. With ten seconds to spare, Corey moaned in despair. Renee removed her hand, denying Corey a satisfying full orgasm as his cum erupted powerfully from his cock, splashing mostly onto his own belly.  His ejaculation was powerful enough to just barely hit Renee’s petite hand with one small glob, to her annoyance. 

Renee painted a look of disappointment on her face and sighed heavily, flicking the semen from her hand down onto Corey’s heaving chest. “Another boy who’s alllll talk,” she said loftily, and swung her leg over to disengage from the football star beneath her. 

“Wait!” panted Corey, desperation in his eyes. “Where are you going? I… I can go again, just give me a minute.” 

Renee put a hand on her hip and raised an eyebrow. She made no move to cover her naked tits. Let Corey obsess over this image in his memory. Renee: powerful, fucking sexy, and deeply disappointed in him. “And what, you’re going to fuck me in two-minute intervals with breaks in between?” She snorted. “Can’t say it's a tempting offer.”

Corey scrambled to get up as Renee turned to walk away, snagging her bra and shirt as she went. His deflating cock dangled pitifully between his legs as he desperately followed her. “Hold on! I… I don’t know what happened! It’s not normally like that!” Renee indulged in a little smile with her back turned to Corey. She was sure he was telling the truth: most girls he was with had a vested interest in making sure that he lasted as long as possible. Boys always underestimated how much influence girls had on that kind of thing.

“Please!” Continued Corey. “We also said that you would give me your number if I won on the field, right?” he said, desperately seeking a consolation prize. Renee was glad that he remembered that promise without her having to remind him. She let out a theatrical sigh. “Yeah, I guess, Corey.” She pulled out her phone with an expression of bored disdain. “What’s your number? I’ll call you.”

Corey looked visibly relieved as his phone buzzed from Renee’s test call. He might have lost this battle, but if he was in contact with her, he would have a chance to try again. He couldn’t wait for his next meeting with Renee.

Renee couldn’t wait either.

…

Corey stared down at his phone again. His message was marked as read. It was maybe the tenth message Corey had sent that day. 

[Hey beautiful. I was thinking about the other night. I was off my game. Would love to get the chance to show you what I can really do.]

“Hall, am I boring you?” asked Coach Jenkins stonily, pulling Corey’s attention back to the front of the class. Coach was going over the strategy for the Homecoming game in a few days, and Corey knew that he should be paying attention, but ever since that humiliating session with Renee after practice the other day, he just couldn’t stop thinking about her. “Sorry coach, I’m listening,” he lied. His eyes focused on the whiteboard coach was scribbling on, but his mind was replaying that night again and again. 

Renee above him, her eyes dark and hot on his, filthy words dripping from her plump, kissable lips. Her juicy tits, topped with big, hard slutty nipples. Shamefully, he found himself getting hard again at the memory. He had jerked off to Renee multiple times a day since then. He had even timed himself jerking off to prove that his quick ejaculation was a fluke. He had stopped timing after he realized that he never made it past two minutes. 

For some reason, he was developing some sort of complex over it. He would remember Renee’s dismissive look, her disdainful flick of her hand to clean off his unwanted sperm, and he would cum. Quickly. It had never been a problem for him before, lasting this short of a time. He just had to get Renee to give him a second chance if only to prove to himself that he had the sexual stamina he had always assumed. 

But Renee didn’t show the same eagerness. He felt his phone buzz and looked down eagerly. 

[K]

That was the only response. Corey wished that it wasn’t typical of his interactions with the sexy young woman. Renee had broadcasted her disinterest in bright blaring letters these past few days. If it was happening to one of his friends, Corey knew what advice he would give: stop trying man, she clearly doesn’t want you. But he couldn’t stop. There was something about her that Corey couldn’t resist.

The “now typing” bubbles appeared. Corey’s heart leaped to his throat. She had more to say? It would be the first time since Corey had started texting her that she hadn’t responded with “K” or “haha”. 

[U know what? I actually am a little bored. If u meet me at my place in 15, u can have ur second chance.]

Corey felt a wild leap of joy, followed by a plummeting feeling of disappointment. He wasn’t available right now. This practice was crucial, and the other team members were counting on him: without the starting quarterback, a lot of the drills would be worthless. His phone buzzed again.

[Are you in, Superstar? I don’t give third chances.]

“Hall! Are you serious?” asked Coach Jenkins sharply. “We need your head in the game!” 

Corey’s stomach roiled as his team loyalty clashed messily with his libido. 

But when has an 18-year-old’s libido ever lost?

“Sorry coach,” he heard himself say through numb lips. “I’m feeling real sick. I gotta go home.”

The coach looked stunned. He yelled and cursed at Corey as the star quarterback gathered his things and left the locker room, but there was nothing he could do if Corey insisted he was ill.

As the locker room door swung shut behind him, Corey could feel his dick straining against his pants already. He shot Renee a quick message:

[I’m in]

…

If there hadn’t been a personal element to this corruption, it would have been too easy to be fun. 

Renee kneeled in front of Corey, both of them completely naked. With a wide, predatory grin, she squirted a handful of thick fragrant oil into her palm. “Ok big boy,” she said, reaching over to tap her two-minute phone timer again. “You wanted another shot, you’ve got it. If you can go two minutes without cumming, you get to fuck me. Don’t disappoint me this time.”

As if he had a choice.

Corey was in a bad way, his cock already twitching before she even began. Just as she had planned, her taunts and jabs from their last session had wormed deep into his simple brain, making him weak and obsessed. But obsessing over being a quick shot wouldn’t help you improve. Quite the opposite. 

Just thirty seconds in, and Corey was already huffing and puffing, eyes closed, desperately trying to shut out the sight of Renee’s curvy nude body and the delicious feeling of her oily handjob. “Come on, Corey,” said Renee in a sweet voice. “I want you to feel your cock inside me sooo bad. I’m all wet just thinking about it.” 

“Renee, no…” whimpered Corey pitifully, his hips making little thrusts involuntarily. “D-dont… don’t talk… please!”

Renee ignored him. “All you have to do is not cum. Just don’t spray all of your hot sticky seed all over my tits. That’s all. Then you win!” she purred in mock encouragement. 

The timer was nearing one minute. How would Mr. Bigshot Sports Star feel about doing even worse the second time around? Renee wanted to find out. “Maybe this time…” she said in a throaty whisper, “...I’ll taste it.” and she poked her tongue out, running it swiftly up the underside of Corey’s cock. 

He gasped in shock. Renee disengaged, once again denying him a full orgasm as his cock bounced wildly, shamefully releasing the pent-up sperm he had been so desperately holding back. When Corey’s spasms stopped, Renee looked up into his mortified expression with a mocking smile and said, “You’re 0-2, loser.”

“No. No, No, No!” cried Corey petulantly. He put the heels of his hands into his eyes in a gesture of devastated frustration. Was he going to cry? Renee looked on in avid anticipation. “I… I don’t get it! This doesn’t happen to me! I don’t know what’s wrong with me!” he said desperately, his shining eyes pleading for Renee to believe him. 

Renee shrugged, and leaned back onto her hands, giving Corey yet another taunting view of her lush tits. “Trust me, Corey, I’m just as disappointed as you. I thought I was going to get fucked by a big strong man tonight, but instead, I’m wasting my time with a preemie.” 

Corey’s face twisted in horror. “A P-preemie?!?” he spluttered. “No! That’s not me. It’s just… It must be stress or something. Let me go to the doctor or something. There has to be some deeper problem. I’ll fix it, and then we can finally…” He trailed off, losing confidence in the face of Renee’s cool, disbelieving glare. 

Renee stared at Corey silently for a long moment, then sighed. Now for the turn. Renee would finally get what she wanted, and Corey would get what he wished for too… just not in the way he had hoped. “Do you really want to fuck me that badly?” she asked sharply.

“Yes,” said Corey confidently, both his cock and hopes rising at the prospect of being given another chance. 

“Well,” said Renee, getting up gracefully and opening her nightstand drawer. “I don’t normally give quick shots like you the time of day, but it would be nice to get fucked. You clearly aren’t able to last longer than two minutes on your own, so we’re going to help you cheat a little.”

She brandished an unlabeled bottle with a spray nozzle, the type you might buy cheap cologne in. “Ta-da, performance-enhancing drugs!”

“What? Drugs?” said Corey, his brow wrinkling as Renee advanced on him with a grin. “What is it?”

Renee giggled. “I’m just joking. It’s endurance spray. Lots of premature ejaculators like you use it. It just gently numbs the penis a little so that the sensations aren’t as intense. It will help you last longer.”

“Renee, I don’t know…” said Corey reluctantly. “Can’t we just… you know, do things normal? I’m sure that after cumming once I can…”

Renee cut him off definitively “No spray. No sex.”

Corey looked warily at the unmarked black spray bottle. Shit. He had come this far. He wouldn’t be able to look himself in the mirror if he went home after getting rejected by Renee again. “Sure,” he said in a voice that broke embarrassingly. “Yeah. Ok. Let’s do it.”

With a triumphant smile, Renee knelt in front of Corey again. She took his swelling cock between two fingers and sprayed a healthy amount of thick viscous liquid all over his dick. She hadn’t lied when she said that this was an endurance spray. But she hadn’t mentioned that it was quite a bit stronger than the varieties you could get commercially. 

He would discover that for himself soon enough. Corey had just been transformed into a human dildo. And the nice thing about dildos? They didn’t make any sort of mess inside your pussy.

Renee straightened up, pulling Corey into a sultry kiss, her hands running all over his muscular body. “Come here, Superstar,” she said with a giggle, leading him by the hand to the bed, “You might have had to cheat, but you got there in the end. Time to enjoy your victory celebration…”

...

“Mmmm,” moaned Renee in a deep, satisfied purr. Her long silky legs wrapped around Corey’s waist, drawing him deeper into her hot, juicy cunt. “You are a generous lover, Corey. I think that was number five for me. But it’s your turn big boy. Cum for me. Fill up my little pussy with your hot jizz.” She licked his ear seductively and added in a raspy whisper: “I want it.”

And Corey wanted it too. More than anything. But he was finally realizing with a spike of terror that it might not be possible. It had been over two hours of nonstop, frenzied sex. His muscles felt like water. Little cramps that threatened a larger explosion of pain twitched in his legs. Sweat covered his body in a greasy layer. 

He kept going doggedly. Renee hadn’t been exaggerating. Her pussy was incredible, it was tight and wet and gripped in all the right places. Her tits were firm and full, and she moaned and gasped appreciatively whenever he played with them. She was willing to do any position, and they had tried all of the ones Corey was experienced with. 

Everything felt amazing… but faint. As if someone had turned down a dimmer switch on Corey’s sexual pleasure. And every time he felt like he was building up enough momentum and rhythm to overcome the dullness of his nerves, Renee would happen to shift her position a little, or switch up the pace, or ask to change positions. And now he was a the end of his stamina. He gasped for air, jackhammering his hips into Renee’s welcoming pussy with everything he had. He was so close… He felt like he was reaching out, stretching towards the orgasm with all his might…

Renee’s hot little hand, which had been on his back, slipped down and gripped his thigh, pulling his body closer. 

That was all it took. His entire left thigh seized tight into a nasty cramp, obliterating any chance of an orgasm as his world exploded in pain. Corey collapsed to the side, off of Renee, massaging his leg desperately, his cock already shrinking.

“Aww, sorry,” said Renee, patting his shoulder in sympathy. “I think that was kind of my fault. The good news is, you did it! I’m totally satisfied, you stud!”

Corey desperately massaged his leg, trying to get his muscles to release their painful spasm. “N-no, wait Renee! I can go again. I didn’t cum, I can’t just leave!”

Renee just laughed. “Look at you, Superstar, you’re a wreck! Save it for next time, big boy.”

“Next time?” asked Corey hopefully. 

“Oh you know it, Superstar,” said Renee with a wink. “Making a girl cum five times in one session comes with its perks.”

When Corey left, he had the oddest mix of anticipation and deep sexual frustration warring inside him. 

…

With the meathead gone, Renee collapsed back onto her bed with a contented sigh. Now that was what she had been looking for. A good deep-dicking by a big, dumb, well-hung guy who was completely under her thumb. She felt refreshed and energized, no longer troubled by the sexual frustration that had hung around her like a cloud

But she wasn’t just in this for Corey’s big cock.

Now that she had sexually satisfied herself, it was time to crush Corey Hall completely.