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Scott was a mean son of a bitch, but don't get it twisted (hehe), he was also a responsible mean son of a bitch.
So when the predictions of a massive twister started bouncing around on radios, and worst of all, YouTube and TikTok, his team was about to go and chase it, obviously, and so was their new intern.
The poor thing was tiny and a little stupid, even though it wasn't really her fault, she was here to learn. And worst of all, she had the prettiest face Scott has ever seen, even though he won't really admit (like, never).
Scott has seen her out with the team, and when the wind just picks up a little, she always looks like she's about to be swept away (he's being very dramatic). So there was no way, not a chance in hot hell is he going to allow her to tag along. It was simply too dangerous for someone so inexperienced like her. This was going to be a one a kind twister, like, dangerously one of a kind.
When Scott told her she wasn't coming, with a curt, "You're not coming," Her smile fell and she looked like she was about to cry. Scott turned around and promptly left with his heavy dick throbbing in his trousers.
Later, she cornered him in his motel room, she looked like she was on the verge of tears and trying to convince him to let her come with. About how she's been working very hard and learning so much. Which she was, Scott had eyes, but still.
Scott was staring at her like she was nothing more than a squeaking mouse, while she begged, hands clasped together, to be given a chance, how she'll do anything if he'd just let her come with them.
And that's how she ended up on his bed with her legs almost by her ears.
Here's the deal, if their sweet, adorable intern manages to take Scott's fist in her tiny pussy without crying, she can tag along, heck, he'll even let her drive (he actually won't). And by the grace of God she agreed??
Her eyes were watering still, but to be fair, Scott has yet to see any real tears falling down her cheeks, but he was just two fingers in, and she was tight.
Her thighs were a mess of lube, spit and her own slick, and Scott held her open with one big hand while his two long fingers slowly stretched her tiny pussy out. He didn't think she'll be able to take his whole fist without crying, but to be fair, she looked very determined, and Scott couldn't have that.
"Why're you so tight? I though you let the other guys fuck you? No way you'd be wearing a skirt like that otherwise," Scott was clearly lying, because if he even heard a whisper of someone from his team hooking up with her he'll probably explode with jealousy and fire them or something, but the look on her face was simply priceless.
"What? No!" She squealed, horrified.
"What do you mean no? Are you lying to me, little girl? You think I don't notice you flirting with my guys? Parading your tight, little ass around like a piece of meat?"
She's getting hot in the face, her jaw is clenched and she's angry at him. But Scott can feel her pretty pussy pulse around his fingers, and when she opens her mouth, to probably call him an asshole, Scott shoves a third finger in.
She screams and Scott slaps his other hand to her mouth, "Shut the fuck up,"
Her chest is rising up and down very quickly, and her skin feels hot under his palm. Scott can tell his fingers must be a lot for her, especially with how big and long they are. He can probably cover her whole head with one palm, the thought makes his dick throb in his slacks.
His brain grows fuzzy then, and his eyes focus back on her hole, stretched tight around his knuckles. Scott clicks his mouth shut and keeps on slowly thrusting his fingers in and out, in and out, because he'll make her cry, for however long it takes.
When Scott finally manages to get all of his fingers crammed inside of her, after two hours and a half and his phone on silent with five missed calls, she's finally crying, sobbing big fat tears while Scott is watching her with fire in his eyes. His eyes were a little wild, staring in awe at her puffy hole, at the wet mess of her thighs, that covers even her ass and Scott's bedsheets. Everything was so wet, she could piss on his hand and he wouldn't even notice a difference. And by some miracle, she somehow didn't even even bleed on him either.
Scott cups his bulge and squeezes, groaning at the relief while she cries and tries not to squirm under him. His fingers, all crammed in her small hole, a bit further than the second knuckle, and she was taking it like a fucking champ.
She obviously lost, and won't be going, but Scott already knew that before they even started.
So she cries and cries and Scott twists his fingers and starts targeting her little sweet spot. He got what he wanted and now was the time to get this done with.
It doesn't take long for him to get her to come. She does it so easily, that it brings a feral grin to his face, her own face scrunches up and her lips part open when she squirts all over his wrist. Her pussy violently pulses and throbs around his fingers, pushing them out all on its own. Scott lets his wrist fall limp in the mattress as he watches her hole tremble and try and fail to close back up. He made her gape.
Scott finally looks back up at her and she's got her eyes closed and her head is limply resting on the side. He chuckles at how cute she was, passing out because she came so hard.
He doesn't waste time then, pulling himself out of his trousers and tugging at his dick right over her wet pussy, and when he reaches his peak, he makes sure to aim straight at her gaping hole, hitting bullseye.