Totally Innocent 2 (Patreon)

Steve pushed the plated sandwich away. Darcy looked at it longingly. She knew what would happen. She’d finish it for him, she’d compliment Steve on his cooking even with inferior 2010s-ingredients, they’d get married…

“Darcy…” Steve paused a moment. Probably wishing he knew who her father was so that he could ask for his blessing. Yeah, right. “Could I bring up an assumption about you, that I’m not saying is true, and even if it were true, there’s no judgment attached to it?”

Darcy tried to parse that. “Okay…” she said, wondering if he was going to ask about her being part German or something.

“I get the impression that you’re experienced,” Steve said. “With men.”

“Oh.” Is he calling me a slut? God, I wish he’d call me a slut…

“I’m not, repeat, not judging your behavior… just wondering if that’s a fair assessment.”

Darcy’s ears burned; Grandpa Hottie was calling her a slut. And in almost a good way! “I’ve… been around the block a few times.”

“And you’re familiar with male anatomy?”

Not as much as I’d like to be, especially right now. “Familiar would be a good way to put it,” Darcy said, trying to play it cool while her heart was racing.

“And you’re single?”

“I’m very single,” Darcy said, before wondering what Steve would think of a girl who looked like her, put out, and still couldn’t keep a man. “Not that single. Single.”

“Then could I ask you a personal favor?”

“Yes!”

“I should stress how personal this is—it’s really private. Even asking you is probably out of line…”

“Hey, you saved the world. You should at least be able to ask for what you want… need… would enjoy?” Darcy hinted, trying to be tantalizing, mostly tantalizing herself.

Steve held his hands up. “It’s not… like that. If it were like that, I’d ask you out for dinner.”

And I’d be an idiot and tell you I’m not hungry. “So you’re saying it’s more of a need?”

“Exactly.”

“Medicinal.”

Steve gestured agreeably to her. “Just the word for it.”

“I mean, I don’t have a PhD yet, but when I do, I will technically be a doctor.”

Steve nodded. “You know my story, right? I used to weigh 96 pounds. Then I took a serum, I was bombarded by vita-rays… now I’m this. I’m supposed to be in perfect health, only…”

“Only?” Darcy prompted, now picturing herself tending to him, mopping his sweaty brow, giving him a sponge bath—

“I’m wondering how it looks.”

“It looks?”

“My hands are bigger,” Steve said, holding them up. “They’re not deformed or anything. Just bigger. But you can see everyone’s hands. You know what a hand looks like. They’re not private.”

Darcy blinked. “Are you talking about… a part of your body people can’t see?”

Steve nodded. “Uh-huh. And I know that nowadays, you can see that in any movie… I haven’t been able to bring myself to watch one… I clicked on a link by accident and the computer said I almost downloaded a virus…”

Darcy blinked again. “Okay, are we… are we talking about your penis?”

Steve looked at her evenly. “We are unless you don’t want to.”

“No. No! I’m fine talking about it… doesn’t it just look like before? Only bigger?”

“What if it was deformed before?”

“Was it?”

“I had a lot of health issues. And not a lot of money for doctors.”

“And you didn’t want to ask any of the guys whether you could compare penises with them.”

“No.”

“And now you can’t ask Pepper. Or Natasha.”

“Nat’s part of the team. It would be… awkward.”

Darcy crossed her arms. “Do you think it’s deformed?”

“Do you want to see it or not?”

“You’ll show it to me?”

“I could just take a picture of it, if you’d rather.”

“No, no,” Darcy said quickly. “I need to see it… in proportion. I mean, I’ve seen a lot of… not a lot of… I know what they look like. Most of them look pretty different. It’s not like there’s one perfect cock.”

“I’d just like to know that you couldn’t pick it out of a line-up or anything.”

Darcy thought of suggesting that they see what other Avengers were home and test out the line-up idea, but if he wasn’t showing Pepper, Steve probably wouldn’t go for that.

“Well, let’s just go ahead and get it happening,” Darcy said. “It’s not going to get any less awkward the longer we wait, so whip it out and—”

Steve unzipped his fly.

Darcy had been wrong.

There was such a thing as a perfect cock.

In fact, the only thing she could say was wrong with it was that it was too much of a good thing. Twelve inches of a good thing. God, that champagne bottle of his had to be enough to ruin a girl’s pussy. Darcy wondered if he ever had. He had to have used that thing, right? Traveling around the country with a bunch of showgirls, then liberating one grateful village after another… she would’ve heard if Captain America broke anyone’s pussy, right? So, theoretically at least, it was perfectly mostly safe.

His prick started to rise. Darcy revised her opinion of how safe it was. That thing was a weapon.

She stared, enthralled, as the huge bludgeon came up with steady escalation, growing hard and fast, the cockhead bulging outward. It came upright, standing before his belly, the huge knob reaching almost to his sternum, only he was too damn tall. Darcy thought she heard humming, like a tuning fork.

“It looks pretty normal to me,” Darcy said breathlessly. For a porn star. A black porn star. Oh, sweet white chocolate…

“Sorry about that,” Steve said, precum beginning to fall from his tip. “It’s just the circumstances. A beautiful woman… all the interest you’re showing… I can’t control it, obviously… Darcy…?”

“Yes?” Darcy practically moaned.

“I hate to ask for more from you after you’ve already done so much.”

“No, please, ask away!”

“I understand there’s a way to… take care of a problem like this… I’m sure you can imagine how embarrassing it would be for someone to see in a state like this… and with Natasha around, and Wanda, even Sif stopping by…”

“Yeah, let’s not bring them up,” Darcy said quickly, still staring in absolute fascination at the huge tool.

“I know it’s ridiculous that I can’t even look up what I need to know in a book, but you’re so easy to talk to, Darcy, so good just to look at…”

Wrapping his hand around the girth of his prick, Steve’s arm shook with the hot throbbing shooting through his manhood. His bicep bulged as he tightened his grip. He stroked it once, then a second time.

“Is this right?” he whispered to Darcy, beginning to lightly rock his hips, to fuck his cock through his pumping hand. “It feels right… it feels good… oh yeah, really good… I want to look at you, Darcy… your face, your tits, the look in your eyes… you like being looked at, don’t you? Do you like looking at me too?”

Darcy was blushing fiercely, but she was still burning with desire. Her face was hot, her pussy so wet that her panties had to be ruined. She knew she had to feel his cock up in her sex.

Dazed, thinking of nothing but his rock-hard erection, Darcy walked up to Steve. His bloated purple knob looked ready to burst as he stroked it. Her mind didn’t seem to be working. She felt like she’d dropped into a trance.

“That’s right, Steve… that’s what you’re supposed to do… but you shouldn’t… no, you shouldn’t—”

“I shouldn’t?” Steve asked, and stopped stroking himself.

Darcy wanted to cry out to him to keep going, to pump it for her some more, but another part of her spoke quicker, more vehemently. “No, it’s—it’s bad for you—didn’t anyone ever tell you how bad that is? You’ll get hair on your palms and stuff.”

The words came quickly, frothing out of Darcy’s slack lips. Without intending to she put her hand on Steve’s chest and felt his racing heart. It stunned her to think of how excited he must be. It would only take a little for him to lose control.

“No, you should… let me show you… what you should be doing with that… with that big, beautiful cock…”

Darcy knew that she called herself a slut… that it was one of the major vocabulary words in her wardrobe (that and HARDCORE DYKE for when she didn’t want to be hit on)… but she really hadn’t intended to suck Steve off. No matter how hot he was, he was still a virtual stranger and she had promised herself no sex with strangers after the New Year.

But they hadn’t had Chinese New Year yet, so it wasn’t like she’d gone back on her word.

Besides, this was charity. He was a war hero. She was repaying Steve for all his service to their wonderful country. So it wasn’t like she was sucking him off. It was like she was sucking America off.

God, did America ever have a tasty dick.