My Pick Up Artist System

Valentina's black sports bra had never been tighter as it welcomed its special guest. It was like trying to squeeze a 3rd fat person into the middle of a two-seater car, awkward and probably unsafe, and yet, there wasn't much to lose when anthropomorphic tits were driving...

'He really did it!' Valentina was shocked speechless at this turn of events. Somehow, what started as a normal grappling match became this, a thick pulsating rod between her breasts, inches away from her face and staring at her aggressively like she owed it money.

At this point, other things worried her as well, such as the fact that they were in public! Although they were in the corner of the training room, there were plenty of people nearby. Holding her breath, Valentina's eyes slowly turned to look at the rest of the space. When she saw half a dozen people staring at her with wide eyes, she felt as if her heart was about to stop.

Of course, she had nothing to worry about because Ben's shvontz was trained in CPR...

Still, this was bad. Then, as she was about to panic, one of the students watching her nodded his head in appreciation. "Wow, that was a pretty good mount from Ben. A smooth transition!"

The other brazilian jiu-jitsu students agreed.

"He passed her guard. Powerful penetration!"

"He slid right in there!"

...

Ben's d*ck was starting to turn slightly purple as Valentina squeezed her chest together in anger. She didn't know when these bastards had all teamed up to set her up in this horrible situation, but she already started to plan how she'd escape to Brazil after murdering all of them.

Then, she blinked in confusion, because they all turned away and got back to training themselves.

'Huh?' It took Valentina a few seconds to understand what was happening. 'They think we're training?' She then realized that from an observer's angle, it did look like Ben was just in a standard mount position. They couldn't tell that this particular position was Ben's special "variation..."

Still, it allowed Valentina to breathe a sigh of relief. At least things hadn't yet turned for the worse and she wouldn't die from embarrassment. She even started to think of how she could possibly get out of this crazy circumstance. The future didn't look quite as bleak as she imagined. At least, that was until Ben continued his "attack."

"ARARARA!" With his eyes still rolled to the back of his head, the unconscious animal Ben thrusted back and forth! His d*ck nearly poked Valentina in the face as it made its way through the creamy recess of her massive jugs, her sweat from training acting as the perfect lubrication.

'What the hell!' Valentina was at a loss for how to respond. All she could do was hold Ben's legs tight to her body so he wouldn't accidentally roll over, exposing their embarrassing state. Like that, Ben continued to thrust violently, and Valentina held on for dear life.

To the external observers though, it looked like a high-intensity match from two extreme competitors.

"He's really working hard to submit her!"

"Look at that defense though! Valentina's grip is no joke!"

...

Valentina wanted to curse but she didn't have the freedom to do anything but hold on tight, squeezing her tits around Ben's c*ck as it savagely f*cked them. She could barely think, and didn't dare take her eyes off the meat-snake poking closer and closer to her face, lest something even crazier occur.

Like that, this "tug-of-war" of a match continued for many minutes, with Ben pumping his d*ck into Valentina's tits, and her struggling to take it. Her cheeks turned red in embarrassment at the realization that she was working just as hard as he was, but what could she do? She just hoped Ben would wake up soon and this would all be over.

Yet, Valentina quickly learned that this situation she was in was not the match's climax. No, she was about to see the real climax. Ben's legs started to shake, as his thick member began to throb uncontrollably, and Valentina knew exactly what was cumming...

'Oh sh*t...' She realized that in this position, there was only one thing that could happen if she allowed things to continue this way. 'He's going to cum on my face!' Valentina gasped in shock. She'd ended up in the most embarrassing situation of her life by trying not to get seen by her students and co-workers.

If she had to walk around the gym with white man-cream all over her face, that would not only have wasted all her previous efforts, but be 10 times worse!

As Ben's shaking reached a crescendo, Valentina gritted her teeth and knew what she had to do. She only saw one way out. Opening her mouth, she leaned her head forward...and wrapped her mouth around the tip of Ben's c*ck. She needed to take it in her mouth!

"AAAaaaahhh! Ben shouted as his hot load shot out from his manhood and into Valentina's wet lips.

*Hhkkk!* She nearly choked as load after load of sticky cum entered her mouth. It was an unbelievable amount. In fact, her mouth was full. Yet, Ben was still cumming! Knitting her eyebrows, Valentina knew she had to double down.

*Gulp* She started to swallow to make room in her mouth, as Ben continued to fill it...

Soon, there was no more. And Valentina moved her head back, gasping for air.

At that moment, Ben's consciousness started to return, as he entered the magical state of post-nut clarity, the male's famous state of temporary enlightenment...

His eyes regained focus, and he looked around in confusion. 'Huh?' Feeling something soft and warm, he glanced down, where he saw an unbelievable but yet unforgettable sight--his manhood buried in between Valentina's huge tits in her sports bra, sticking out the top with a white drop at the end.

And there, nearby, was Valentina's face, with hints of white cream on her lips, as she laid there speechless, staring up at Ben with an expression he'd never seen before.

Valentina's eyes held a complicated expression, showing blame, unwillingness, and yet also something rare for her--vulnerability, and a rare interest and excitement at having done something crazy. She looked extremely sexy and alluring in this pose.

However, Ben didn't know what was going on, let alone how to respond. So, he just did his best to adapt. "Do you tap?"