My Little Monster [F21,M23] [big cock] [squirting] [cock worship] [influencer]

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I couldn’t wait for this shift to end. It had been a super slow day at the shitty corner store I worked at. The few customers had been rude, plus my ex had been posting with her new guy all morning about some #fitnessdate trend they were doing. Her new attempts at being an influencer were so cringe, but it still got to me. Didn’t help that I had been on a dry spell since we’d broken up three months ago, and I had nothing to look forward to after I finally got done.

Scrolling through my exes page, I heard the door open, the stupid bell chiming. I didnt even look up, it was probably just another suit looking to sneer at me, or a bum.

“Hey there, um, you guys sell Monster Energy?” a young woman’s voice said. I looked up, about to jerk my thumb toward the drink cooler in the corner, when I saw her.

She was short, just over five feet, and dressed in a way I’d only seen while checking out e-girls on TikTok or browsing OnlyFans. She wore a black beanie with strands of dyed hair falling down to frame her face, which was cute as hell. Big brown eyes looked up at me above a button nose and a spreading, wicked smile as she caught me checking her out.

What really popped was her clothing, though. A leather choker circled her throat. She wore a cropped black tank top with a Monster logo, a tiny pleated skirt similarly branded, and fishnet nylons that disappeared into Monster-branded black sneakers. There was no sign of a bra under the cotton tee, but i could see the straps of a green thong or g-string pulled above the waist of her skirt. She was also holding a phone up, clearly recording my dumbfounded expression.

“Umm…yeah,” I stammered, unsure of what else to say. I’d never seen someone dressed like that in public outside of Halloween, and between my sudden arousal, her recording me, and being on the clock, I pretty much froze up. Luckily she giggled at my stricken reaction and came up to the register.

“Oh great!” she said with relief. “The last couple places didn’t carry it. Plus, they didn’t have a cute guy behind the register…” she smirked as she pressed her bare midriff to the counter, her phone still focused on me. I gulped and tried to regain my composure.

“You..like Monster Energy then, huh?” I managed, wincing internally. Laughing, she walked over to the nearby fridge and opened the door. She looked over her shoulder at me, catching my eyes locked onto the skirt struggling to cover her bubble butt. Turning back to the fridge she bent forward at the waist, pulling the skirt up over her ass, revealing a g-string and curvy thighs squeezed in the middle by her fishnets. She looked like a fucking anime slut and I couldn’t help but make a sound that landed somewhere between a gasp and a grunt.

She must have heard me, but she made a show of looking through the whole case, bending and twisting, her cheeks squeezing and rubbing, even showing glimpses of the thin green piece of cotton struggling to cover her pussy. Was she filming herself now? It looked like she was taking an angle that must have looked down her shirt.

At this point I could feel myself getting hard, and tried to quickly adjust my sweatpants as I glanced at the door. Luckily, no one was in sight.

The fridge door closed and I turned as she came back to the counter, holding a white can in her hand. My composure was fried, but I noticed she looked a little flushed as well, so I mustered my courage and looked her right in the eyes.

“Find everything you need?” I asked, standing up to show my 6′ height. She looked up at me and now her expression changed, like she’d made a decision.

“Oh yeah, my favorite, a big white Monster,” she replied, and I noticed she was slowly stroking the can, the condensation building up on her fingers in little drops. “Hey, you know I’m actually kind of sponsored by Monster Energy. Like an influencer thing. “

“You don’t say,” I said, raising an eyebrow and giving her outfit a long look. “Are you an…athlete?” I didnt mean to sound like a jerk, but she pouted a little and squinted up at me.

“Yeah, as a matter of fact I am an athlete. Not a normal one, but good enough to get sponsored!” She posed, hands over head in a sort of victory pose and the Monster tank pulled up. The hem of the shirt stopped just before revealing her nipples, but I saw her underboobs bouncing, a tiny Monster M logo tatted underneath her right breast.

“See, I do this thing where I go to stores that sell Monster Energy, and if there’s a hot guy working there, and he seems cool, then I make a video with him. An athletic video…”

At this point things were starting to click into place, and I looked out to the sidewalk again. Still no one.

“Ok, and then what happens with this video?” I asked, feeling my erection throb as I thought about her fat tits and tight ass. She stood on her toes and looked up, just a few inches from my face.

“Well I’m running this sort of contest, looking for a guy that can get sponsored with me.” She held up the can, as if there was any doubt about the brand. “But there’s a few tests they have to pass, and no one’s been able to. Not even close, honestly.”

“Tests? What kind of tests?” I asked, praying my voice wouldn’t crack.

“Like, performance tests. And the guy has to be…big. Like as big as this can.” She side-eyed the Monster, then looked back at me suggestively. A tingle spread through me from my balls to my scalp. I thought I knew where this was going, and I could barely believe it. “You think you have what it takes?”

“Uhh, yeah, I think I might. So if I pass your tests, what happens then?”

“When I find him, he’s going to get sponsored too, and we’re going to travel the world making…”

“Athletic videos?” I grinned at her.

“Monster content,” she finished.

We stared at each other for a long beat, my heart pounding. She still held her phone on my face, but her eyes slipped down to the bulge in my pants, eyebrows raising as she saw the outline. My sweats weren’t hiding anything and at this point I didn’t much care.

“And you want to make this content, like, when?” The whole situation was so unexpected and crazy, I felt like I was an actor in a prank show, trying to remember lines and keep a straight face.

“Like, now,” she said, rolling her eyes. “Unless you have something more exciting to do like staring out the window or stocking some shelves.” She made a good point.

Grabbing the store keys, I went around to the front door. I knew the security cameras were just for show, the cheap-ass owner hadn’t even bothered to buy real ones, but I couldn’t risk someone coming in. The Monster girl smirked as I walked past her. My boner was resisting my feeble efforts to hide it, tenting the thin athletic material.

“Holy shit,” she said. “We might have a contender here.”

I fumbled the keys, but just as I found the one, I saw my coworker Danny coming toward the door. Shit! He was early. Why today, I thought, this stoner is always 15 minutes late.

Redoubling my efforts to hide my erection, I cracked the door. He looked at me with an oblivious expression, a dumb grin on his face.

“Danny, look, I have a situation here. A brand rep that needs some…contest information.” He peered in the door to see the girl, who held up the can of Monster and posed suggestively, phone still out.

“Oh shit man, no problem.” He seemed a little confused, but he rarely said no to anything. “You need any help? I know where the-,” I cut him off.

“Nope, I just need to lock up for a few minutes, maybe half hour. Just go smoke a joint or something.” He seemed to think this was a great idea and tried to high five me, but I had already slammed the door and was turning the lock.

I turned and she was right there. She handed me her phone which I took without thinking, then reached to my waist and ran her fingers slowly down the outline of my cock, her black-painted nails causing waves of pleasure even through the fabric. She closed her hand around it and it was her turn to gasp. Her fingers were barely able to touch around my girth and I felt the power dynamic move a little bit back in my favor.

See, I have a big dick. Big enough it had actually been a problem in most of my relationships. Of course it’s fun at first, the surprise and delight, them telling me how I’m so much bigger than their last guy etc. But truthfully, most girls seem to prefer something more normal long term. I know my most recent ex had always needed to go really slow, could barely fit the tip in her mouth, and forget about anal. This Monster girl didnt seem intimidated at all though. In fact she was using her grip to pull me toward the door to the back office. I let her.

Once in I closed the door behind us as she surveyed the scene. An old computer sat at a desk covered in invoices, there was a microwave, and a ratty old futon against the wall for what passed as our breaks. She pushed me towards the futon.

“Ok,” she said, adopting a business like tone that was really cute. “You’re the videographer. You have one job, and that’s keeping me, the Monster Energy, and your monster all in the same frame. Think you can do that?” I nodded, remembering the phone and lifting it up to her.

“Good, now down on the couch and scooch your hips to the edge so I have..full access.” I complied immediately. As soon as I was in position, she struck a pose and started the show.

“Hey you little monsters! I have a new convenience store cutie here for you guys, and I think he might have what it takes to win the contest!” She held up the can of Monster next to her face, then licked it slowly from the bottom to the top. Holy shit.

“You guys know how we do it, time for the reveal and the first test!” I felt really nervous, but luckily my cock didnt seem to have any anxiety, it even pulsed a little as she knelt between my thighs, bringing her face and the can down next to my bulge and smiling at the camera. Using one hand to stand the Monster on my thigh, she used the other to grab my waistband and slowly pull it down. I could barely contain myself, but I had watched enough porn to know my job was to let her be the star of the show.

Oh god, I was making porn. My life seemed to flash before my eyes as I thought about all the possible fallout from this, panic rising. Then my dick popped out and everything seemed to drop away.

Her eyes went wide, and she quickly pulled my pants down to my feet. She reached out and circled the base with thumb and forefinger to hold it upright, then brought her face and the can of Monster forward to sandwich my dick. Looking from it to the camera in amazement, she compared the size of the can to my shaft. I was longer, and seeing her hands holding both made me realize I was just about as thick, too.

Making eye contact with the camera, she licked the can again, slowly gathering the remnants of condensation on it. Then she moved over and repeated it on the length of my cock. The cold dew and heat from her tongue made my eyes roll, and I almost dropped the camera. Managing to stay focused, I gritted my teeth as she circled her tongue around my head, giggling and continuing to hold the can next to me.

“Wow guys, I think he might be passing the size test! A little more work and I think he’ll definitely be thicker. And look at that length!” She grabbed from the base with both hands and squeezed. I groaned as my tip turned an angry purple, pulsing with arousal. There was still room for another whole fist where her hands ended. “Let’s see if I can get him nice and ready and see if he passes the second test.”

I was so turned on I felt light headed, but the novelty and risk of the moment seemed to put me in an altered state, plus watching through the phone made it feel like I was having an out of body experience. Through the screen, I watched her start to gently pump the base of my erection as she took me into her mouth. After a few moments of suckling my tip, her eyes looking directly into the camera, I felt the back of her throat as she tried to take me in.

I was impressed. She made it halfway down before she gagged, and she kept bobbing on it, starting to drool and moaning with excitement. She was already as far as anyone I’d ever experienced, and she was clearly determined to go farther.

“Oh my god you guys!” She said as she came up for air. “This is the first time I haven’t been able to deepthroat a guy in sooo long!”

She cleared her throat and hawked up a wad of thick spit onto my shaft, spreading it with both hands then gathering it up around the tip. Bending back down, her lips wrapped around me and she slowly forced herself down my length, swallowing and gagging as she did. Two thirds of my length was in now and it felt incredible. The huge amount of spit, her warm throat and her slutty appearance were conspiring to push me over the edge already, but that same sense of detachment helped me hold on. In fact my confidence was growing as I realized I actually wasn’t about to cum.

Reaching down, I took the can from her and held it against her cheek, the contrast of the white can against the length of cock down her throat very apparent. Even more spit flowed onto me as she pulled off, running down my thighs and over my balls.

“Fuccck thats a big cock.” She moaned, her hands moving to cup her breasts under her shirt. Mascara was starting to run down a face blushing with arousal. There was a familiar look of lust in her eyes, I’d seen it before with girls the first time they saw how big I was. But this girl was different, she was approaching blowing me like a sport. Well, I guess I know why shes sponsored, I thought.

“You’re doing really good. I think we should see how you look fucking my titties,” she said, finally pulling her shirt up and revealing a pair of full, firm boobs with big, brown nipples. She grabbed the can of Monster and sandwiched it between her tits, pouting at the phone and sighing as the cold brought those nipples to hard, taut points. Leaning forward, she wrapped her tits around my spit-soaked cock and started to pump up and down, squeezing and massaging her areolas while letting even more saliva drool between her cleavage.

It felt incredible, but I knew I needed more. I was so close to feeling a real deepthroat for the first time, I had to make it happen. Reaching out I caressed her cheek, her mouth quickly finding my thumb and sucking enthusiastically. Taking a chance, I used the rest of my hand to give her a light slap, then caressed her again. She groaned and I saw one of her hands reach between her legs and start rubbing herself, the green triangle of her g-string barely covering her fat pussy lips. I slapped her again, then moved my hand to the top of her head, grabbing the beanie and guiding her back down.

“Oh fuck, you really know-” the rest of her sentence turned to a humming moan as I helped her work down my shaft. Looking at the can again, I saw I had indeed grown thicker than the Monster Energy, every vein engorged as this little freak slurped and sucked on me.

It took a couple tries, but she finally relaxed and opened up, burying her nose in my pubic hair. Nothing I’d ever felt compared, her throat felt like heaven as she did her best to keep licking me. Her hand was moving fast now, and I struggled not to bust as I saw her twitch, then shudder, crying out as she came up and orgasmed. There was a splashing sound and I looked down to see a stream of squirt hitting the floor. Her left hand was wrapped around my thigh for support as the right rubbed her clit, milking her orgasm.

“Holy shit! You just came!” I said as she collapsed between my legs, panting happily.

“Yeah and I fucking sucked your whole dick, too. You’re definitely meeting my sponsorship qualifications so far, hardly anyone makes it past my head game. I can’t believe you didn’t cum.” Her hand left my thigh and cupped my balls, squeezing and rolling them. They were heavy, and she weighed them with appreciation as she moved up to the futon next to me. “Now we just need to check one more thing. We need to make sure you can give me enough cum. Fill me up and make all that work I did throating you worth it.”

She smiled, her hand massaging my balls and taint, keeping me excited but giving my sensitive cock a moment to recover. She reached for the can again, comparing its heft to my sack, playing it up for the camera.

I ripped off her shirt with one hand and pushed her down, kneeling over her as she reclined on the blue cushions. Next I helped pull off the tiny skirt and soaked g-string, the smell of her arousal intoxicating. Unable to resist, I leaned down to lick her pussy. Her taste was amazing, like gummy bears and citrus and…

“Your pussy tastes like Monster Zero,” I said, licking my lips and rubbing two fingers against her clit, feeling her writhe against my touch.

“Yeah, I’m not too surprised,” she replied. “Its like, the only thing in my fridge, they send me like 60 cases a month.” She was pulling me on top of her, and I handed her the phone back. I needed both to position myself, the thick bottom of my cock sliding along her pussy, spit and squirt mixing to make the ultimate lube.

Her free hand gripped my arm, legs spread apart, completely open, practically begging me to fuck her. Having another idea, I kept my dick between her wet lips, then held the can next to it again. Even to me it looked unlikely that either would fit, but it wasn’t going to stop me, that was for sure.

“You’re a real natural at this. You have a talent for branding,” she giggled, but she was also pulling me forward, her hips rising to meet mine, grinding herself along the ridge of my cock. Between her smeared make-up, flushed chest, hard nipples, and wet, needy pussy, there was no question she was ready.

Putting the can aside, I grabbed the back of the futon with one hand and my dick in the other. Slowly, I worked my head into her folds, careful not to go too fast out of habit. Nails dug into my lower back, and she growled in frustration.

“Come on already! Give me that fucking monster!” It was all I needed to hear. I pressed in, inch after inch disappearing until I bottomed out. I could just feel the back of her walls, and I gave a couple small pumps to let myself get used to the tightness She kept the camera focused on our groins, and as I pulled out the first time her lips gripped my shaft, rivulets of pussy juice running freely. I plunged in faster, then out slower, then in, quickly building to a pounding rhythm. She kept the camera pretty steady, but her eyes were locked on mine now, both of us completely in the moment.

Needing more leverage, I wrapped two fingers in her choker and used it to pull her up a little, getting a better angle. Her eyes rolled and she started whimpering.

“Oh fuck, yes, choke me daddy. Make me your little Monster slut.” I took my other hand and slapped her. She gasped and looked at me with desperation.

“Yes, daddy. Fucking make me cum like that. Make me squirt on your cock.” I started alternating between slaps and gentle touches, giving her deep strokes in the same rhythm. In moments I felt her pussy clamp down tighter than anything I’d ever felt and she was squirting again, phone almost forgotten to the side, body convulsed by waves of pleasure.

After the first couple pumps, I pulled out and knelt again, sucking and licking at her pussy, trying to drink as much of her cum as I could. It really did taste incredible.

She seemed speechless, breathing hard and smiling in a blissed out kind of way. I however, was not ready to rest. I needed to cum, and I knew just how I wanted to do it.

“Give me that phone,” I growled, grabbing it from her and simultaneously wrapping my arm around and lifting, bringing her up to her knees on the futon. Automatically she arched her back, presenting her fat cheeks and both holes. I tossed her the Monster Energy. “Hold that for me.”

I positioned the phone right above her ass, then grabbed her hips and lined up my dick. I could see she was still feeling her orgasm, her asshole and vulva tensing and relaxing as she rode it out. I wouldn’t last much longer, not in that pussy.

Placing my tip against her hole, I pulled her onto me in one long stroke. Taking a firm handful of asscheek, I started pounding with abandon, only one thought in my head. Face in the cushions, hands on a Monster, and her ass jiggling and slapping on my cock, she was the perfect fucktoy.

I could feel my orgasm approaching like a fucking freight train, my whole body tense with pent up need. My ex flashed into my mind, and I smiled maniacally, fucking even harder as I thought about her lame attempts at pleasing me. This girl I’d only know for 10 minutes had already blown her out of the water.

She must have felt how close i was, because she reached back and squeezed my balls, kneading and tugging as I gave her my full length over and over.

“Come on daddy, use me, fill me up like a little whore. I want all your cum deep in my little pussy.” Her dirty talk and soft hand pulling on my swollen nuts pushed me over the edge. I grunted and tried to keep the phone steady as I erupted Inside her, feeling wave after wave of semen shooting out of me. She squeezed me tight, her kegels milking out every drop as I came, my rhythm becoming jerky and animalistic as I lost my mind. It felt like I came forever, pumping my load deep and using my grip to keep her wrapped around the base of my cock

Finally I came back to earth. Looking down I saw her smiling up at me, still wearing her beanie somehow and swirling her hips, enjoying our post-orgasm glow.

I moved forward as she collapsed to the side and put my cock to her mouth, letting her lick it clean. Cooing with pleasure, she kissed and sucked at the head, then grabbed the phone. Holding it up, she took in the whole scene selfie style, holding the can of Monster up to my swollen erection, only just starting to soften. Thick white cum was spilling out onto her curving thigh, running down to stain the futon. My boss wasn’t going to be happy about that, but then again, at some point in the last quarter hour, I had decided I was done with this job. Fuck him.

Panting, I was still lost in the sauce as she continued lapping and nuzzling my fading erection. Her hand went to her thigh, scooping up some of my load and sucking it off her fingers contentedly. That right there was enough to get me ready for round two, but through my aroused haze, I noticed a banging sound from out front.

Fuck! I stood and grabbed my clothes, yanking up my pants. Gathering the ridiculously tiny pile that passed for her outfit, I thrust it toward her. She laughed and took it from me, raising both legs in the air and slowly pulling her g-string back on, her cum covered pussy on full display. Fuck, she was sexy.

“Get dressed quick, I gotta open up the store again!” I took a second to adjust my pants, looked at the obvious semen stain on the futon, then shrugged and went out front.

Danny was at the door, banging away with a couple pissed off potential customers. I put the keys in the lock and opened the door.

“Whats up, man?” Said Danny. “I gotta clock in!”

“What the hell is going on here?” Said an older guy next to him. “This is totally unprofess-” he cut off with a choking sound, and I turned to see the girl, whose name I didnt even know, emerging from the office. Technically she had gotten dressed, but I doubt anyone has ever looked more freshly fucked than her. There was no hiding what had just happened.

She gave all of us a beaming, confident smile, then cracked the can of Monster Zero and took a long drink, letting some of it spill down her chest.

“Whew, I was thirsty!” She exclaimed, letting out a loud burp. “So come on, stud. You won the contest, you ready to get out of here?”

Danny and the two other men stared at her, then turned to me, a mixture of shock, annoyance and a big heaping of jealousy on their faces. Danny recovered first.

“What kind of contest was it, man? Who is this chick?” Unsure of what to say, I stuttered, my eyes flicking to the girl who was finishing off the energy drink. She put it down on the counter and skipped over to us, wrapping her arm around my waist.

“He got sponsored by Monster Energy!” she said, pressing her curves against me.

“Sponsored?” Danny said with a befuddled look. “Sponsored for what?”

She held up her phone to the group of men, and their jaws hit the floor. I leaned over to look and grimaced in embarrassment. It was the selfie she’d taken, cum oozing out of her while she compared my hard penis to the can of Monster now sitting on the counter.

Sensing it was time to go, I handed the dumbstruck Danny my keys and shrugged apologetically. Then I grabbed her hand and we walked out the door, the bell chiming one more time. Once it closed I heard the men start talking again, but neither of us turned to look.

Once we got down a block and it was clear no one was coming after us, I stopped.

“Hey, I just have one question,” I said, turning to face her.

“What’s that?” She asked, looking up at me as innocently as you please, never mind her slightly red cheeks, hard nipples poking out through the O and E of her shirt, and streak of cum on her inner thigh.

“Whats your name?”

She laughed, squeezing my hand and pulling me forward to embrace her.

“Well, you can call me Annie. But my followers call me My Little Monster.”