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“Oh my God, look at that woman; she’s incredible,” I thought to myself as I approached the figure standing next to the freeway on-ramp, her right arm extended, thumb pointing up.
I’d just finished four days of sales in this city, meeting with more corporate reps than I cared to remember. Business had been good, with some existing contracts extended, plus a couple of new ones I was glad to land. I was only 27-years old and had started out on this business venture of mine about three years ago, and yeah, things were coming along even better than I’d hoped. It would keep this Mercedes of mine filled with gas for the next year or two, that’s for sure.
Happy but exhausted, I was just getting ready to head for home. I’d called my wife after the last meeting and told her I was on my way. Leaving in the late afternoon like this, I’d probably make it home by midnight, if I just grabbed some drive-thru on the way, kept the speed up and didn’t have any distractions along the way. But as I spotted the statuesque figure standing next to the curving road leading to the highway, I quickly realized this was a distraction I definitely had no objection to.
I know all the things I’m gonna say now were burned into my brain in just a few seconds after spotting her; but with a woman like this, that first impression is something you never forget.
The first thing that entered my mind was how tall she was; she had to be at least 6’. And considering that I’m only 5’-6” tall myself, I’m pretty good at judging things like this; especially when it comes to women. I mean, my wife is only 5’-1”, so I definitely notice women who were the height of this one. Not only was this woman tall, but she was big, and I mean BIG, everywhere; and what she was wearing definitely showed off that voluptuous buxom figure of hers to its best advantage. A woman like this was something that had inhabited my fantasies for years; big powerful busty women who knew what they wanted, and how to get it. A shiver of excitement ran down my spine as my eyes hungrily roamed over her.
I’m gonna start at the ground and work my way up, much as my eyes did as they were drawn magnetically to her incredible lush form. She wore a pair of strappy high-heeled sandals, with light-colored straps running over her painted toes with another slim strap around her ankles, sufficient to hold the sexy pair of heels in place. I could see that although she didn’t need the extra height by any means, those delicate sandals had what looked like a nice slim 4” heel, the added lift making her legs look fantastic.
Speaking of her legs, she stood next to the road with her legs spread more than shoulder-width apart, her right arm extended for a ride while her left hand carried a big black duffel bag. I guess standing with her legs fairly far apart like this helped her to distribute the load from the duffel bag, but I didn’t care, looking at those spread legs had my cock twitching already. My eyes instinctively followed the narrowing V of her spread legs upwards, the gap between them getting smaller and smaller when all that was left was about an inch before those strong full alabaster columns disappeared beneath the hem of a faded black denim miniskirt.
With her legs spread amply apart like this, the skirt was drawn taut across her full thighs, the soft-looking fabric seeming to strain against the pressure her body was putting it through. It caressed her upper thighs in a tight embrace before it too disappeared under the bottom of her purple sweater, the overlapping garments flowing enticingly over her wide womanly hips.
The sweater hugged her ample body invitingly, molding itself to every lush curve and flowing contour. From the bottom up, it narrowed nicely as it formed to her full hourglass figure, her wide hips giving way to a sensually-indented waist. What really set her waist off was a wide brown leather belt, cinched tight over her sweater. The warm-looking leather band circling her waist looked incredibly erotic for some reason, seeming to hint at the pleasures this women’s tremendous body was capable of if that sexy belt was untethered.
My eyes continued upwards over the sexy wide belt, but not very far before the snug sweater almost overshadowed the belt, a truly spectacular pair of tits thrusting forward in a gorgeously voluptuous shelf. The sweater was sleeveless with a deep V-neck that showed an incredibly deep dark line of cleavage. The outsides of the V flowed outwards as they rose to her shoulders, amply displaying a generous amount of soft-looking tit-flesh, the impressive swells threatening to spill over the plunging neckline of her top.
Her tits were huge; there was no doubt about it. They were remarkably round, and massive, the sweater stretched almost to the bursting point as her two voluminous orbs filled the soft fabric with more than it could take. At first glance I had thought her sweater was kind of a maroon-purple color, but as I got closer, it seemed to be of some iridescent fabric that shifted in the light, the area right over the front of her big round tits taking on almost a deep bluish tone in the late afternoon sunlight.
My eyes followed the inviting line of her cleavage upwards over the smooth creamy skin of her chest to her face, which was rapturously beautiful. She had full sensual lips, which looked unadorned with lipstick, but her wide full mouth and pouty lips looked made for cock-sucking. She had a slim aquiline nose which gave her a regal look. Her eyes were dark and mysterious, shadowed by long dark lashes and accentuated by dark curving brows and high pronounced cheekbones.
Her dark hair shone in the sun, the shimmering tresses flowing like black silk far down over her shoulders. She wore it parted slightly to one side, the lustrous flowing curves of hair framing her sensuous face attractively.
Her skin was creamy white, and there was plenty for me to see in this strangely bizarre outfit she was wearing. It stood out boldly against the dark colors of her clothes, yet looked incredibly soft and touchable, just calling for a hand to reach out and explore the wonders lying beneath.
Like I said, all this shot through my brain in milliseconds after I first saw her. All in all, she was breathtakingly beautiful. What made her so impressive was not just that she was a nicely put-together package; it was her overall size that made her all the more attractive; at least to me. This wasn’t some little skinny waif, like my wife; this was a full-bodied woman; an Amazon no less. She was definitely a BBW, but not a chubbette. She looked like someone who had always been big and full-bodied, one of those women who always seem to retain just that alluring bit of baby-fat throughout their entire life. She looked as if she could easily go over to ‘the other side’ though if she didn’t take care of herself. She might gain that weight and get that real chubby look someday, but right now…..she was just really big…..and absolutely perfect. I thought of all those fantasies I’d had since I was a teenager; the countless number of loads I’d pumped out of my throbbing cock while picturing what a woman like this would do with me. Yes, a woman like this was definitely the things that dreams were made of.
A truck in a rush hurtled past me with his horn blaring as I slowed to a crawl. It shook me out of my trancelike fog back to reality. I couldn’t believe she was actually standing here hitchhiking. I was shocked that a gorgeous woman like this hadn’t already been picked up by some lecherous horny bastard just like me. I had a very conservative nature, and had never picked up a hitchhiker in my whole life, but seeing this woman with her thumb stuck out changed everything. I immediately put on my blinker and pulled over, edging completely off the road as I came to a full stop just past her. I hit the button and rolled down the passenger side window as she stepped up next to the car.
“Hi, can I get a lift?” she asked, her low purring voice cutting right through to my stiffening prick. As she leaned into the open window, I got to see her face close up. Fuck….she was beautiful. Her dark hair, dark eyes and full sensual mouth gave her an exotic look that made her look incredibly hot and sultry. Yes….sultry was definitely the word to describe the warm sexuality that seemed to just ooze from every luscious pore of that large magnificent body of hers. She leaned on the side of the car looking at me, a playfully suggestive glint shining in those smoldering dark eyes of hers. I felt a lurch go right to my swelling dong as I struggled to reply.
“S….sure, just….just throw your bag in the back,” I stammered, my thick tongue catching in my throat as my heart beat rapidly. She opened the back door and slung her duffel bag in before moving to the front. I looked over as she opened the door and climbed in, her large frame feeding my hungry eyes as I watched her long muscular legs slide in, one after the other. My eyes were drawn to the insides of her full creamy thighs as one leg came in first, then the other as she settled herself onto the leather seat. With that short little skirt, I was able to catch a glimpse all the way up to the cockpit, a nice pair of white panties barring my view of what I’m sure was a succulent fleshy cunt.
“Nice car,” she said, her large imposing body and warm feminine scent filling the inside of the car bewitchingly. All of sudden I felt embarrassed about my own slim form, knowing I only topped out the scales at about 140 pounds, and that would have been soaking wet. Looking at her closely, I pegged her for somewhere between 30 and 35; again, she fit the picture of my older fantasy woman perfectly.
“Thanks,” I replied sheepishly, pulling the car back onto the road and swiftly merging onto the freeway. “How….how long were you waiting there?”
“Oh, I just got there about thirty seconds before you showed up.” That figured; with a killer body and pretty face like that, I knew she couldn’t have been waiting long. “Thanks again for picking me up. Where are you headed?”
“Chicago. What about you?”
“I don’t know,” she answered with a big sigh, “anywhere but here.”
“That doesn’t sound too good. Is everything okay?”
“I guess you’d say finding out my drunk of a boyfriend had blown most of my savings gambling isn’t really what you’d call ‘okay’.”
“What? Really?”
“Yeah, I should have seen it coming. I thought of leaving him once before, but now I’m totally done with that asshole. The problem is, the house we were living in was his; left to him a couple of years back after his mother died.”
“Oh my God, I’m so sorry.” I didn’t really know what to say; she was in a spot, that was for sure. The least I could do was give her a ride somewhere. I saw her look down at what she was wearing, and then she turned to me and spoke, a note of exasperation in her voice.
“Oh geez, I must look ridiculous. I just got out of the shower when he showed up drunk and I found out what he’d done. I pulled on the first things I could find, threw some clothes in my bag and took off out of there. I’m sorry, nothing in this outfit seems to match at all.”
“N…..nonsense; it looks great.” Fuck, did it ever. I had to agree that nothing really matched, but on her spectacular figure, the whole bizarre outfit looked fantastic.
“Thanks, that’s very sweet of you to say that, even though I know I must look ridiculous. My name’s Stacey, by the way.”
“Gil,” I replied, “my friends call me Gil.”
“What’s your real name?”
“Uh…..it’s Gilbert.” I’d always felt embarrassed by my nerdy-sounding full name.
“Gilbert; I think that suits you better,” she responded with a nod of her head. “I’m gonna call you Gilbert.” She extended her hand towards me.
“Uh, okay,” I said, taking her big warm hand in mine. She could call me whatever she wanted, and for some reason it felt special that she was not going to call me what everybody else did.
“Nice to meet you, Gilbert.” Her large mitt almost enveloped my own small hand as she gave it a single powerful shake before letting go, a dazzling smile brightening up her lovely features.
“Nice to meet you, Stacey.” I paused for a second as she turned back in her seat and settled in, obviously relieved to be getting away from an unpleasant situation at home. “So, you’re not sure where you’re headed?”
“Right now, on a nice day like this, I’m just happy to be out of there. I guess I’ll end up wherever the wind blows me.”
“No family or a friend’s house to go to?”
“Nope, free as a bird. I’ve got nobody to report to, I can do whatever I want, whenever I want; just the way I like it.” The seductive tone in her voice gave rise to a myriad of swirling images as I wondered at all the things she might be capable of doing. Feeling a surging twinge go through my rising pecker as I looked at her tremendously heavy tits in profile, she continued speaking, her words bringing me back to reality. “This is a pretty nice car. Did Daddy buy this for you?”
“No, I bought it myself.”
“How old are you?”
“I’m 27.”
“You’re 27 and you have a car like this. What did you do, win the lottery?”
“No, no such luck. Actually, I started my own business in software distribution just a couple of years ago, and, touch wood, things have been pretty good so far. That’s how I can afford a car like this.”
“Well, congratulations. Good for you. I’m 34 and I’ve never been anywhere close to being able to have something like this.” She paused for a second and looked all around the interior of the Mercedes before continuing. “Any room in your company for an administrative assistant?” she asked, looking at me coyly. Her question shocked me, coming totally out of the blue. I had a small staff of two women and two men, and I knew the way the company was taking off, things were improving and there would be a need for more, eventually. I then thought of what it would be like to have this woman as an employee, and how I’d try explaining that one to my wife. She knew I did all the hiring, and one look at this delectable Amazon and I’d be in deep shit for sure. Fortunately, before I could respond in any way, Stacey bailed me out.
“Hey, I’m just screwin’ with you.” She said with a little chuckle that broke the tension in the car. “Looks like my question kind of caught you with your pants down, so to speak.” The suggestive expression was not lost on me, and I felt myself blushing, from both embarrassment and at being tongue-tied from trying to come up with some form of response.
“No….no, it’s not that,” I stammered, trying to recover some dignity. “It’s just a small company right now.” I couldn’t get the idea of seeing her every day at work out of my head though. “Administrative assistant, is that the kind of work you do?”
“That, amongst others,” she replied, looking at me with a mischievous little glint in her eye. “You’d be surprised at all the things I can do.” Oh fuck….as I listened to her sultry soft voice say those provocative words, I felt another surging pulse go right to my cock, the swelling cylinder throbbing in the confines of my underwear. Again, she seemed to sense my discomfort and broke the mood with another question.
“So, what about you? Got a wife or girlfriend back home?”
I felt a huge lump appear in my throat. I thought about lying, but I didn’t want to start going down that road. “Yeah, a wife.”
“Have you been away on business?”
“Yeah.”
“How long?”
“Most of the week.”
“I bet she misses you,” she said, a bit of a teasing look in her sparkling dark eyes.
“Why do you say that?”
“A handsome man like you, well, I’d miss you if it was me.” That devilish twinkle was definitely there as I looked over at her, another pulsing throb going right through my midsection. I could feel myself flushing with embarrassment as she looked at me, the upper swells of those huge tits moving up and down invitingly with each breath she took. Seeing me struggling to keep myself under control, she lifted her hand and fanned her face. “It’s kind of hot in here, would you mind turning up the air conditioning a little bit?”
“Yeah, sure. No problem.” I was happy to move, shifting slightly in my seat to relieve the pressure from my aching cock as I reached forward and cranked up the air.
“That’s better,” she said, reaching forward and adjusting a couple of the air vents on her side. I noticed that she turned the louvers of the one near the console downwards and towards the middle of her seat, until it was pointing right at her crotch. She then adjusted the one on the other side, directing the flowing air right at her heavy thrusting tits. “Is it okay if I sit back and cool off for a few minutes?” she asked coyly.
“Uh, sure. Do whatever you want,” I replied, anxious to see what she’d do. She sat back and closed her eyes as she settled into her seat. Watching her close her eyes gave me free reign to look at her, my eyes flicking back and forth between the road and her lush Amazonian body. I almost gasped out loud as her creamy thighs started to roll open to each side. My eyes opened wide as the gap between her legs widened; more and more of the soft creamy flesh on the insides of her large milky thighs coming into view.
“Oh yeah, that feels much better,” she said softly, her voice a throaty little purr as she sat back and let the cool air wash over her sumptuous form, a soft smile of contentment on her face. I was going crazy looking at those widely spread legs of hers, my eyes flicking back and forth between the freeway and the gorgeously lewd display going on right next to me. A minute or so passed quietly as she sat there, enjoying the feeling of the cool refreshing air washing over her in flowing waves….and then it hit me….the wickedly alluring scent of warm cunt. As the scintillating fragrance wafted into my nostrils, I almost lost control of the car in my initial shock. Was that what I was really smelling? I breathed deeply, wondering if my senses had been deceiving me, but sure enough, that’s exactly what it was. I felt a tremulous shiver of excitement run down my spine as I continued to inhale, reveling in the musky womanly scent of this gorgeous creature next to me. As I sat there and breathed deeply, totally mesmerized by the alluring bravado of this magnificent sexy woman, my pecker had become a thunderously hard cylinder of flesh, straining against the confining fabric of my underwear.
“So,” she said suddenly, her voice startling me once again, “are you driving right on through to Chicago, or were you going to stop somewhere for dinner?”
“Well, my original plan was to just grab something quick on the way and drive straight through,” I admitted. She nodded, and I could see a bit of a disappointed look on her face. It suddenly dawned on me that if she’d taken off out of her place in a hurry, she likely never thought to grab anything to eat. In all likelihood, she was probably getting hungry. “But on the other hand, it might be better to stop somewhere and have a nice bite to eat.” I still didn’t know where I stood with this woman; maybe she would just want me to drop her by the freeway so she could be on her way. “What do you think of that idea, would you like to get some dinner?”
“I have to admit, I am getting kind of hungry. And that sounds really good, but I have to admit something.”
“Uh, what’s that?” I asked curiously.
“I don’t really have very much money on me,” she answered matter-of-factly.
“Oh well, I….uh….I guess that would be okay. Look, it’ll be my treat. How’s that sound?”
“That’s very nice of you. But really, I don’t want to be any kind of burden.”
“Look, it’s no problem. Hey,” I said with a little chuckle, “I can write it off as a business expense.”
“Okay, I can go along with that,” she replied, laughing along with me.
It wasn’t too much further before I spotted a turnoff that lead to a town situated next to the freeway. I knew a good steak house on the main commercial strip and headed straight there. I locked up the car and we headed into the restaurant. I found myself enjoying the feeling of having this large powerful-looking woman next to me. She loomed over me, her incredibly lush body dwarfing my own slender form as we walked side by side. I felt I could have stood in the shade beneath the projecting shelf of her tits, which were just slightly below my eye level. Fuck, were they ever big.
“Can I start you two off with anything to drink?” the waitress asked after seating us in a booth and handing over the menus.
“What would you like?” I asked, looking across the table at my new Amazonian friend.
“A beer would be great. A big glass of whatever’s cold and on tap,” Stacey replied.
“Got it. And for you, sir?”
“Uh, just bring me a glass of the house red.”
“Excellent. I’ll be back shortly with those.”
“Order whatever you’d like, Stacey,” I said as we perused the menus.
“Are you sure?” she asked tentatively. “Most of this stuff is pretty expensive.”
“Like I said, I’m gonna be able to write it off as a business expense. What the government doesn’t know won’t hurt us.”
“Okay,” she replied with a big smile just as the waitress arrived with our drinks, setting a big frosty mug of beer in front of Stacey before handing me my glass of wine.
“Are you ready to order,” the waitress asked, pulling out her little pad.
We nodded at each other and Stacey went first. “I’ll have the Porterhouse steak, and the baked potato with sour cream.”
“And how would you like that done?”
“Rare.”
“And for you, sir?”
“I’ll have the filet mignon with just a side salad instead of any kind of potato.” This kind of meal was pretty standard for me. I knew it would be more than enough. I was interested to see how she’d do with the size of the meal she’d ordered. I knew if I’d ordered it, I’d be taking more than half of it home with me.
“Would it be okay if we split an order of chicken wings to start?” Stacey, asked, obviously excited to be eating in a place like this.
“Okay, that would be fine.”
“How hot do you like ‘em?”
“I…uh….I have to admit I can’t handle spicy food too well.”
“Okay,” she replied, turning to the waitress. “Just bring us an order of mild. How many are in that?”
“There’s ten wings to an order.”
“That’ll be fine, thanks.”
The waitress disappeared and Stacey took another good-sized slug of her beer as I sipped at my wine. We talked freely, she telling me about the various clerical jobs she’d had over the years and asking me questions about my business. She seemed genuinely interested and was surprisingly easy to talk to. I noticed many of the male clientele in the restaurant staring at her as they walked past. I didn’t blame them, I would have too. And I was staring myself, actually. Whenever she’d look away or take a drink of her beer, my eyes would automatically go to that spectacular chest of hers, the massive orbs all but resting on the table.
“Here you are,” the waitress said, setting the plate of glistening chicken wings between us as Stacey chugged the last few ounces of her beer.
“Uh, could I have another beer?” she asked, looking from me to the waitress and back again.
“Sure.” I motioned to the waitress that it was okay, kind of surprised that Stacey had finished it so quickly. I had the occasional beer myself, and I knew I would have had to nurse a big mug of that size all night in order to finish it.
The wings were great, and Stacey admitted that she usually ordered them spicy; but she obviously had no problem with these. Of the ten wings, I was quite satisfied with three. Meanwhile, she quickly polished off the other seven. Just as we finished, the waitress arrived with our main courses. My small filet looked great, as did the garden salad with a light vinaigrette dressing. I looked over at Stacey’s plate, all but obscured by what appeared to be a slab of beef next to a huge baked potato just lathered in butter and sour cream.
“This is fantastic,” she said as she stuck a forkful of bloody meat into her mouth and washed it down with another big gulp of beer before showing me her near-empty glass. “Uh, would it be okay of I had one more?”
“Uh, sure. Aren’t you afraid of getting drunk?” I asked curiously.
“Oh shit, on a few beers like this? This is nothing. No, I’ll be fine.” Man, she could definitely hold her booze better than I ever could. The waitress spotted her nod and returned with another frothy mug, just as Stacey carved off another chunk of beef. “Mmmm, I love a nice hot piece of meat in my mouth,” she said teasingly as she closed her mouth and drew her fork away.
I almost dropped my own knife and fork in surprise as her provocative words seared themselves into my brain. I could feel myself turning red with embarrassment, aghast yet tremendously excited by what she’d just said. Fuck, my pecker had kind of settled down once we’d gotten into the restaurant; now, after hearing what she’d just said, it was approaching the on-deck circle, eagerly wishing it could take a turn at bat. She seemed to be waiting for me to respond, and I panicked and stupidly said the first thing that came into my head, “Yeah, me too.”
“What?” she asked, a quizzical look on her face.
‘Oh fuck, now she thinks I’m gay,’ I thought to myself, wondering how I could be so stupid as to say something like that. I immediately tried to recover. “Yeah, I like a nice piece of steak too.” She sat back and smiled like a cat who’d just eaten the canary, knowing she’d caught me trying to save my ass. Fortunately, she didn’t punish me on the topic and we finished our meals with no further asinine remarks from yours truly. And yes, she finished every savory morsel of her heavy meal, with only a few scraps remaining on her plate.
“So Gilbert, what’s your wife like?” she asked as the waitress walked away with our dirty plates.
Her question caught me totally unawares, and I wasn’t sure what to say. “Uh, she’s pretty nice, I guess.”
“No, I mean what does she look like?” She kind of wriggled around on her side of the booth, my eyes dropping instinctively to her huge tits as they wobbled slightly beneath the deep V of her tight sweater.
I looked up at her, ashamed that she knew where I’d been looking, but she met my eyes with a warm steady gaze and a knowing smile. “Uh well, she’s pretty small; petite, I guess you’d say.”
“So she’s not built anything like me?” she asked calmly, that devilish glint in her eye once more.
“No….no,” I replied with a dismissive wave of my hand.
“I’m kind of surprised.”
“Uh, why?”
“Well, I guess someone whose petite would seem to fit nicely with someone like you,” she said as she nodded to my slim 5’-6” form. “But I’ve noticed how you’ve been looking at me since you stopped to pick me up. I figured you’d actually end up marrying someone more like what you really want.”
Now a felt myself turning beet red, the blood rising to my face in a warm flush as she sat there with a wry smile on her face, having nailed me perfectly with her observational assessment. Once again, I was totally flummoxed by her candor and oozing raw sexuality. “Well, I….uh…..I…..” I stammered, totally fucked now. I was babbling like an idiot trying to save myself, and once again Stacy spotted my discomfort and threw me a lifeline by speaking.
“So what’s her name?”
“Uh, who?” I answered stupidly, still totally fucked-up.
“Your wife, silly. The person we’ve just been talking about.”
“Oh…..uh….Heather. It’s Heather.”
“Heather, hmm,” she replied, as if the name conveyed pretty much what she was; a boring white-bread girl-next-door. “How tall is she and how much does she weigh?”
“She’s just over 5’ and weighs about 105 pounds.” I felt kind of uncomfortable talking about my wife like this, but I was curious to find out where she was going with this discussion.
“Hmm, that’s pretty small.” She paused for a second and looked me straight in the eye. “What size bra does she wear…..and please tell me that she’s at least a B-Cup?”
I felt myself redden again. “Uh, no. She’s a 32A.”
She looked at me and shook her head in dismay, clearly seeing right through me. “32A, well that’s too bad. Would you like to know what size I wear?”
Oh fuck, my prick lurched in my pants as my eyes flicked down to those heavy round globes, the upper swells of tit-flesh all but spilling over the top of her sweater. I looked back up at her and simply nodded, gulping with anxiety as I did.
“40G,” she responded. Oh man…….40Gs…..what an impressive set of tits. My eyes immediately dropped back down as she sat forward, pulling her elbows back slightly to allow me to blatantly ogle her imposing guns. “Listen, Gilbert. I appreciate everything you’ve done for me; picking me up and driving me, buying me dinner; I think that’s great. And now, I’d like to kind of pay you back.”
Now I was totally confused, but I’m sure my stiffening cock had a lot to do with my confused state of mind. “Uh, you don’t have to do that. Really, I’m fine.”
“No, I want to.” She sat back on her side of the booth, a subtly teasing look on her face as she looked right at me. “You’ve fed me, now I want to feed you.”
“Uh…..I…..I…..feed me?” I stammered again, lost in those sexy eyes of hers.
“Since I first got in your car, you’ve been looking at me like you’ve wanted to just eat me up.” She paused, a smoldering look of raw sexuality in her piercing dark eyes. “So now’s your chance; if you want, I’ll let you eat me all night long.”
I think my jaw almost hit the table as it dropped. I felt my heart flutter with excitement as her words registered in my lust-addled brain. I couldn’t believe this woman was offering to let me worship her; to use my mouth for her pleasure. I felt like I had to pinch myself to make sure this was real.
“I think from that look on your face, I know your answer already. Let’s go. I saw a motel just a little ways back.” I nodded quickly, almost waving frantically for the waitress to bring our bill. I hurriedly paid with my credit card, leaving a bigger tip than usual. I was so excited; I could feel my heart racing as it pounded in my chest. My cock had become rock-hard, throbbing within my pants.
“Okay, let’s go.” Stacey beckoned with a crook finger and I obediently followed her out, like a little puppy with its master. She moved confidently, striding purposely back to the car. I followed closely, as if worried that she’d change her mind. When we got to the car, she stopped behind it and held out her hand. “Give me the keys, I’ll drive.” Without questioning her at all, I handed them over before she spoke again. “Good. Now I think you’ve got a phone call to make.”
“Oh yeah,” I said as I got into the passenger seat and pulled out my cell phone. I called home as Stacey adjusted the driver’s seat well back before smoothly pulling the Mercedes out of the parking lot.
“Oh, hi Honey,” I said as Heather picked up the phone.
“Hi, Gil. Is everything okay?” my wife asked, concern ringing in her voice.
“Yeah, everything’s fine, Honey. There’s been a big accident somewhere up ahead on the freeway. Traffic’s been just crawling for about an hour now. Look, I’m pretty whipped after all those meetings this week; so I’ve decided to just grab a hotel room and spend the night. I have no idea when the road’s gonna clear, so I’ve pulled off and I’m just trying to find someplace now.” I looked over at Stacey, a satisfied grin on her pretty face as she listened to me lie to my wife.
“Okay, Sweetie. If you’re pretty tired, that’s probably safest. Why don’t you call me before you go to sleep?”
Jesus, not knowing what Stacey had in store for me, I didn’t want to risk forgetting to do that. “Uh, I’m probably gonna hit the sack as soon as I get there. I’m just bagged.”
“Okay then, dear. You have a good night, and I’ll see you tomorrow. I love you.”
“Uh…..I love you too,” I replied, looking over to see how Stacey would take that little exchange.
“That’s so sweet,” she said as she looked at me, a playfully mischievous spark in her eye. “I told you she missed you.” She turned off the road into a motel we’d passed on the way to the restaurant. “Now I’m gonna show you how a real woman should treat a man like you.” A shiver went down my spine as my eyes roamed over her magnificent body, wondering what the rest of the night had in store for me.
“We need a room for one night,” Stacey said coolly to the old guy manning the desk in the motel office; enquiring with the confidence of someone who had done this sort of thing many times. His eyes flicked from Stacey to me, wondering what a mismatched couple like us was doing here. I looked around the office while Stacey dealt with the guy. The whole place looked kind of seedy to me, which actually made it that much more exciting.
“What kind of room would you like?” the guy asked her.
“What have you got?” Stacey asked, seemingly surprised that they’d have more than one kind in a dump like this.
“Well, we’ve got some with two beds, or some with just one.”
“You got any with king-size beds?”
“I’ve got one left, but it’s a little more expensive.”
“That’s no problem; I need a lot of room to operate.” I don’t know whose eyes opened wider, the guy’s or mine. Stacey turned to me, a sly smile on her face. “Gilbert, get out your credit card and take care of this; I’ll be waiting in the car.” We both watched her large ass sway seductively as she made her way out the door, that little denim mini shifting smoothly across her lush behind as it hugged her body enticingly.
“Good luck, buddy,” the guy said with a wink after I’d filled out the registration and he’d taken my credit card info. “I think you’re gonna need it.”
“Thanks,” I replied sheepishly as I exited; the key to unit 19 clutched eagerly in my hand.
Stacey quickly maneuvered the car and parked in front of our unit, taking the door key from me as she got out. “Bring my bag first,” she instructed, striding over and opening the door as I reached for her duffel bag in the back seat. She flicked on a light switch as she entered, the switch activating a lamp on the bedside table which threw a warm amber glow over the large bed. I set her big bag down and hurried back to the car to grab my own travel bag before locking up the car and returning, locking and putting the security chain on the door to our seedy little room.
I watched as Stacey walked over in her high strappy sandals and stood at the foot of the big bed, her body seeming in perfect scale with the king-size mattress. She reached down and patted the bed solidly with the flat of her hand a couple of times. “Yeah, that’s good; nice and firm. This’ll do just fine.”
I stood stock-still as I watched her turn around and sit on the end of the bed, my heart hammering in my chest. She ran her hands through her long black hair, brushing it back and away from her sultry features. “Take your clothes off, Gilbert.”
“Well….I…..uh….” I mumbled, totally out of my element and unsure of what to do, yet still terribly excited by this unexpected turn of events.
“GILBERT!” she said firmly, taking me by surprise. “For the rest of this night, when I tell you to do something, you do it. Do you understand?”
I felt myself swallowing with trepidation at this unfamiliar situation, but I knew I was willing to do anything to please her. I nodded in agreement as I spoke, “Yes.”
“Yes….what?” she asked, a cool look of authority on her face.
I still wasn’t exactly sure what was expected of me. “Uh….yes, I understand?”
“Yes, MISS!” she corrected me emphatically. “You shall refer to me as Miss for the rest of the night; got it?”
“Yes…..I mean, yes Miss,” I responded, correcting myself immediately.
“That’s better,” she replied coolly. She remained sitting at the foot of the bed but leaned back, her straight arms supporting her upper body. “Now, where were we?”
“You….you asked me to take my clothes off, Miss.”
“No, that’s not right, Gilbert.” I looked at her curiously, wondering if I’d missed something. “I didn’t ask you to take your clothes off; I TOLD you to take your clothes off.” She paused for a second as I nodded in agreement. “So……what are you waiting for?”
“Nothing, Miss,” I answered as I kicked off my shoes and started to undress.
“That’s a good boy,” she said, sitting back calmly as she watched me disrobe. When I got to my underwear, I hesitated; but by the look on her face, I knew better than to stop. I pushed my underwear down to my ankles and kicked them aside, standing naked as the day I was born, but with my hands covering my privates.
“Let’s see what you’ve got for me to play with, Gilbert.” She nodded towards my crossed hands, so I slowly drew them away, knowing my previously hard dick had shrunk right down in my present discomfort.
“A little nervous, are we?” Stacey asked as she looked from my shriveled member up to my frightened eyes.
“Uh….yes, Miss.”
“Just relax, Gilbert. Trust me. You do want to please me, right?”
“Yes, Miss.”
“Then just relax and I’ll make sure you get to do just that. But first, I want you to stroke it and get hard for me. Will this help?” I looked over as she let her legs roll open to each side, just as she’d done in the car earlier. Her tight little denim mini rode well up her strong thick thighs, bringing the shadowy V beneath into the light until I could clearly see her white panties.
“Yes, Miss,” I replied, the excitement of the situation returning as I wrapped my hand around my dormant pecker and started stroking it.
“That’s a good boy,” she said coercively as my dick started to harden under my pumping grasp. With my eyes roaming hungrily over that exquisite large body of hers, it didn’t take long until I’d achieved a full erection. “That’s good. Now bring it over here. Let me see what you’ve got for me.”
Obeying immediately, I stepped over until I stood right next to her, my heart all aflutter. She reached forward and pulled my hand away, both of us watching my throbbing prick in full erection bobbing up and down with each pulsing beat of my heart.
“It’s a little smaller than I’m used to,” she said evenly as she wrapped her hand around my 6” member and gave it a slow smooth stroke, “but it’s nice and hard. I like that. Don’t worry; we’ll take care of this later. Right now….” She looked up at me with an authoritative look on her face as she nodded towards the floor in front of her, “I want you down on your knees right there.”
“Yes, Miss,” I said compliantly as I quickly dropped to my knees between her spread legs.
“That’s my boy,” she said as she reached out and tenderly stroked my cheek before putting her arms back behind her and nodding downwards. “Now let’s see you use that mouth for what it’s supposed to be used for.”
She didn’t have to tell my twice; I moved forward between her spread legs and started kissing my way up her full thighs. Oh man, I was in heaven. The insides of her big thighs were milky white and as smooth as silk on glass. My lips kept moving upwards, gently kissing her warm skin that was as soft as sin. I could smell her now, the same warm musky scent I’d smelt in the car when she’d let the flowing air wash up between her legs. It smelled wonderful, like a woman should smell. It wasn’t offensive or overpowering, just the intoxicatingly delicious fragrance of someone who was all woman.
“Mmmmm,” I let out a little groan of contentment as I breathed deeply, the scent of her womanly nectar settling on my taste-buds and firing my rapidly surging libido. I had gotten over my initial nervousness, now that I knew she was in control. I was eager to do anything she wished, knowing deep down that this is what I had always wanted in my life; to serve and worship a big powerful woman like this.
“You like that, eh?” she asked. My eyes flicked up to hers, a look of wicked desire shining in her rich dark eyes. “Just bring those lips of yours a little higher and let me feel you lick my panties. I want to make sure you’re worthy of getting to eat what’s beneath.”
Her provocative words sent a shiver of wanton lust right down my spine, her challenge only spurring me on to please her even more, which I’m sure is what she wanted. I moved closer and she spread her legs even wider, that little miniskirt rising high on her hips, the hem stretched tautly as her legs were splayed well out to each side. The front of her white satin panties was clearly visible, and I could see a large damp spot rising in a vertical line where it fit snuggly over her fleshy mound. I inhaled deeply again, the warm intense scent burning right into me with a flicker of desire.
“Ohhnnn,” I groaned loudly as I leaned right in and pressed my tongue against the front of her panties, the tip tracing upwards over the alluring line of her hidden cleft lying beneath.
“Yeah, that’s the way,” she beckoned encouragingly as I really started to go to town. I kept my mouth pressed firmly against her warm panty-covered flesh, my lips and tongue sucking and licking at the sodden material, drawing as much of her warm cream through the delicate fabric and into my mouth as I could.
“Oh fuck, you are an eager one, aren’t you,” she said happily as I closed my mouth over her fleshy mound and sucked ravenously. “Yes, I definitely think you deserve a reward.” She pushed my face away from her and reached beneath her little skirt. I watched, totally enthralled and anxious to continue, as she lifted her hips, whipped off her panties and tossed them aside. “There you go, now get back to work.” She resumed her position, sitting back with her arms supporting her upper body, her big thick legs widely spread to each side.
I sat between her legs and just stared in awe at her exposed pussy. It was totally clean-shaven, as I had expected, and wonderfully fleshy and full-bodied, just like the rest of her. Her labia were vividly pink and looked almost swollen with need, the shiny petals seeming to be beckoning my lips to them. They looked like the kind of pussy-lips you could just chew on all night long. I only hoped she’d find me worthy of giving me that chance. Both inner and outer lips were shining with her warm juices, as was her whole hot fleshy cunt. My eyes looked upwards, where I spotted the biggest clit I had ever seen peeking out at me from its protective sheath. It looked almost as big as one of my fingertips, and it was a darker pink than any I had ever seen. It seemed to almost twitch and throb as I looked at it, the erect spire like a beacon, drawing me in like a sailor who’d been lost at sea for years. “It’s so beautiful,” I muttered under my breath as I looked at her whole juicy snatch. I leaned in close, pressed my tongue against the bottom of her long hot slit, and licked slowly upwards.
“Mmmmm, that’s it,” she cooed as I felt her flowing nectar gather on my probing tongue. I moved closer and feathered my tongue deeper, rolling it teasingly over the soft folds of flesh deep inside her. She moaned again, and I was rewarded with another warm gush of her creamy honey. I drew it further back into my mouth and swallowed; the delicious slimy goo feeling like silk as it slid down my throat.
“Oh Jesus, you’re good. This isn’t going to take me long at all,” she said as I pressed my probing tongue against the sensitive tissues on the roof of her vagina, the tingling nerves there barely separated from her big throbbing clit. I wanted her to see what I could do with my mouth working on her bubbly snatch for her first climax; leaving her tantalizingly inviting clit for what I hoped would be many more opportunities to pleasure her tonight. With that in mind, I pressed myself tight up against her, her warm labial curtains almost covering my face as I tried to get my tongue as deep into her as I could.
“Oh fuck….that’s it….get that tongue way up inside my cunt.” Her erotic words only fired my efforts even more as I rolled my tongue in slow stimulating circles as far up inside her buttery trench as I could get. “OH FUCK……OH FUCK…….AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH,” she bellowed as my probing tongue triggered an intense orgasm deep inside her. Her big wide hips were bucking powerfully up against my face as she came, her big body shaking and twitching through a nerve-jangling release. I grabbed her wide flared hips and held on as I continued to suck, wanting to bring her as much pleasure as I could. She moaned and groaned as my tongue kept working, rewarding me with a sizable mouthful of her creamy discharge at the same time as she sprayed my face with her cum. I felt my cock throb with excitement and knew if I touched it; it would go off in my hand. She had said she’d take care of that for me later, and as much as I wanted to cum right now, I knew better than to disobey her by touching myself.
“Wow, you really do know how to use that mouth of yours, don’t you?” she asked as she slowly started to come down from her intense climax. I remained between her legs, gently nursing at her oozing box. I gave it one more long slow lick from the base to the top of her slit before sitting back and looking at her, glad that I seemed to have met with her approval.
“Thank you, Miss. I’m glad you liked it.” She looked so beautiful, that magnificent large body of hers looming over me, her massive tits heaving beneath her tight sweater as her breathing slowly returned to normal, a look of blissful happiness on her pretty face. I loved eating her, it had been the most exquisitely erotic and satisfying experience of my entire life; even if I hadn’t cum. I felt like I could be happy forever if she’d let me worship her like that for the rest of my life. “Can I….can I do it again?”
She looked at me, a big smile spreading slowly across her pretty face. “That’s what I like to hear.” She reached down, put her hand on the back of my head and pulled me back against her. “Go ahead.” I didn’t need any encouragement as I eagerly went back to work, my flushed wet cheeks pressing once more against her hot damp flesh as I feathered my tongue back inside her.
For the next fifteen minutes or so, I drank from her beautiful twat what seemed like an endless supply of her warm cunt-honey; the silky fluid almost flowing onto my tongue. I took my time, using every oral trick in my playbook to give her as much pleasure as I could. A few times I felt her rising on the crest of an orgasmic wave, and then I would slow down, letting those wondrous feelings recede before slowly bringing her up again, my tongue working tirelessly all around and inside her big fleshy cunt. As I felt her pleasure escalating once more, I brought my lips higher and finally let them slip around the stiff protruding bud of her clit.
“YESSSSSSSS,” she hissed loudly as I wrapped my lips around the throbbing spire and sucked. With my lips drawing firmly on it, I pushed a big gob of saliva to the front of my mouth and bathed the swollen nub with my hot spit.
“OH FUCKKKKK……I’M GONNA CUMMMMMMMMMMMM,” she growled deeply and fell back on the bed, her supporting arms collapsing beneath her. Once again, she came ferociously, her juices spraying all over me as her hips twisted and bucked under my working mouth. She came for a long time and I eagerly feasted, my mouth being filled and my face drenched with a flowing torrent of her delicious cunt-cream.
“Jesus, that was good,” she said as she pushed me away, my sticky face reluctantly coming away from her warm oozing gash. She stood next to the bed and reached for the buckle of that big wide belt circling her waist. I kneeled where I was and simply stared in awe as this majestic huge woman towered over me and started to undress. The belt came first and was tossed aside, then she reached behind her, shimmied her hips from side to side, and down came that little skirt. She crossed her arms, grabbed the bottom of her tight sweater and drew it over her head, tossing it aside before bringing her hands to her hips and facing me, her feet spread shoulder width apart in a domineering pose. I simply stared open-mouthed at the gorgeous Amazon standing over me. She was a beautiful full-bodied woman, with the perfect amount of plump flesh covering her large muscular form. Like I said, she seemed just on the verge of becoming a little too chubby, but right now, I hadn’t seen anything more desirable in my entire life.
“Oh fuck,” I thought to myself as my eyes zeroed in on her sumptuously huge chest. Her massive breasts were spectacularly displayed in a heavily structured white satin bra, the shiny material matching her panties I’d run my tongue over earlier. The cups were cut deep and low, generously displaying ample amounts of tit-flesh over the lacy top edge. I could see the reinforced lines of strong underwire beneath the bottom and front edge of the cups, delightfully forcing those two heavy mounds together and up. The shadows cast by her enormous rack were incredible. From the deep line of her long cleavage to the subtle tones cast on her midsection and sides, the white satin bra looked amazing. And speaking of shadows, those cast by her nipples were breathtaking. The stiff buds thrust noticeably through the shiny satin fabric, the hard rubbery pebbles casting alluring shadows right in the center of each accentuating cup. Her nipples looked huge, and my mouth watered at the possibility of seeing them unleashed. I felt another lurch go through my throbbing cock, and I was surprised that I didn’t go off right there on the spot; I was so turned on just by looking at her.
“Yeah, that was good,” she said, reaching up to the top of the bed and drawing down the covers, “but I want one more before we take care of that prick of yours. Now get up here.” She quickly stepped to the foot of the bed, reached down and basically tossed me onto the bed. Her strength was incredible. She’d picked me up like I was nothing more than a c***d. As I lay in the middle of the bed, shocked at the ease with which she’d been able to manhandle me, she climbed onto the bed and threw her leg over me.
“That’s it, now get back to work,” she said firmly as she straddled me and started lowering herself onto my upturned face, her warm womanly essence cloaking me like a comforting shroud. She settled right down, the large fleshy petals of her slick pink labia pressing warmly down on the smooth skin of my face. I immediately extended my tongue, lancing it deep into those hot wet folds of flesh. Her body dwarfed my own as she sat firmly on my face, her large rear end and strong muscular thighs all but obscuring my face and upper body. But I loved it; I loved being beneath this woman, worshipping her, willing to do whatever she wanted me to.
“Oh yeah, that’s it,” she cooed happily as I spun my tongue in a slow tantalizing circle way up inside her, the hot buttery tissues lining her vagina clamping down on my probing tongue. I flicked my eyes upwards, and another pulsating throb went through my rock-hark cock as I looked at those tremendous tits looming directly over me, the perfect heavy gloves erotically displayed within that sexy white bra.
“Oh fuck, you’re good,” she said as I watched her grab the headboard with both hands and really start to ride my face.
Her request for ‘one more’ ended up being three as she all but smothered me with her wet slippery cunt, riding my face and using my mouth to take her three more tingling climaxes. My face, neck and shoulders were totally covered with her slimy discharge, her warm feminine scent now a part of me; and I couldn’t have been happier.
“Now, let’s see what we’ve got here.” She finally swung her leg off of me, allowing me my first breath of fresh air in over half an hour. I lay panting with excitement as she kneeled next to my midsection, both of us looking down at thrusting pecker, the engorged head a deep crimson and looking about to burst.
“Mmmmm, looks like somebody needs to relieve a little tension,” she said, reaching forward and slipping her fingers around my throbbing erection. Her big hand closed firmly around my pulsing shaft, and then she started to stroke upwards. With her hand starting to move upwards, I looked at her big tits hanging over my body, filling that sexy satin bra to the bursting point. She had barely just touched me, but after everything that had happened so far, that was all it took.
“OH FUCCCKKKKKKKKKKKKK,” I groaned loudly as I felt myself starting to cum. The muscles in my stomach started to twitch and flex involuntarily as the boiling semen in my overflowing nuts raced up the shaft of my engorged manhood and shot forth.
“That’s it,” she encouraged, pumping vigorously on my throbbing cock. The first milky strand jettisoned forth powerfully, rising almost to the ceiling of the seedy room before falling with a splat on my chest. A second long rope spewed forth, and then a third and fourth, the pool of pearly semen on my chest and stomach getting larger with each tingling spurt. She kept stroking, her big hand feeling wickedly erotic on my twitching pecker as I shot a bigger load than I’d ever shot in my entire life. I lost track of the number of ropey strands that shot forth, but I was left gasping and shaking as the orgasmic tremors coursed through my body. Finally, I felt those final tingling twinges as my climax dwindled, leaving me totally spent and blissfully drained.
“Wow, you came pretty fast,” she said, her hand gently releasing my slowly deflating member.
“I…..I’m sorry. I was just pretty excited.”
“No, that’s fine. But hey, please tell me you’re not one of those guys that’s good for one orgasm and that’s it.”
“No. I…..I can cum quite a lot, actually.” I looked at her nervously, hoping she would be happy with me.
“Quite a lot….as in volume of cum? Or quite a lot, as in ‘often’?”
“Both, actually.”
“Well, Gilbert, I think we’re going to get along just fine then,” she said, a big smile spreading warmly across her pretty face. I watched her look down at the mess of cum covering my body, her eyes glinting with wanton desire as she surveyed the puddles and gobs of silvery semen. “Mmmmmm, this looks good. Let me take care of this mess for you.”
I watched as she leaned forwards. She extended her tongue and I felt a wicked surge of illicit happiness go through me as she started to lap up my cum. Totally enthralled, I watched her slowly work her way up my body, her tongue slithering into the milky ribbons and pearly gobs as she vacuumed them up into her waiting mouth.
“Mmmmmm, that’s good,” she cooed contentedly as she cleaned my body, licking up every drop of my cock-cream. When she was done, she lifted her fingers and licked the last gooey strands off the hand she’d jerked me off with. I was shocked as I watched; this gorgeous desirable creature was actually licking up my cum….boring old me, Gil…er….Gilbert. As far as I was concerned, this incredible woman could have had any man she wanted, but at least right now, she had chosen me. I wasn’t sure why, but I was ecstatically happy, and almost overcome with emotion.
“Stacey, that….that was fantastic,” I stuttered, blissfully elated but again totally unsure of what was going to happen next. I was praying for more, and it seemed to be what she’d hinted at with her questions, but having never been with a woman like this in my life, I had no idea what to expect. I knew she was in total control of the situation, and I wouldn’t have wanted it any other way. If she asked to get in the car and drive her right back to where we’d come from, I would have done it without hesitating.
“We’re just getting started, Gilbert.” Her words immediately relieved my anxiety, but still I wondered what she would want me to do next. She slowly eased herself off the bed and stood next to it, looking down at my slender frame lying there, and I knew I was just waiting for her to use me as she pleased. “Just relax for a few minutes. I’m gonna go in the bathroom, freshen up a bit and get changed. I’ve got an outfit in my bag that I think you’ll like better than the one I was wearing.”
She gave me a little conspiratorial wink as she grabbed her duffel bag and disappeared into the bathroom; closing the door behind her. I lay back on the bed and breathed deeply, eager to continue. I thought briefly about my wife, Heather, and was shocked that I didn’t feel guilty about what I was doing. I think I knew deep down that being with a woman like Stacey was what I had dreamed of my whole life; what I needed to make my life complete, with no regrets. I think it was accepting this deep in my very soul that had convinced me into taking this chance with this woman, something that was so alien to my regular conservative nature. With a million thoughts racing through my head, the minutes flew by before I head the bathroom door creak open and Stacey reappeared.
“Well, what do you think?” she asked, opening the door all the way and leaning seductively against the frame.
My jaw almost dropped to the floor as I looked at her, my eyes taking in the sexiest sight I had ever seen in my life. I could see that she had freshened up like she said, fluffing out her silky locks until they fell in shimmering waves down her back and over her shoulders; her black tresses looking sexy and wild as they framed her pretty features. She’d applied a little more makeup, her dark eyes looking more exotic and bewitching with some coppery-pink eye shadow. Her naturally long lashes looked even more inviting, nicely highlighted with a touch of mascara. And her lips, oh my God, they looked exquisite; her full sensuous mouth now a brilliant red gash, her full pouty lips beautifully adorned with a deep red lipstick that glistened wetly in the warm light.
My eyes travelled downward, over her bare shoulders, the only covering being a couple of thin black spaghetti straps that were attached to a hypnotically mesmerizing garment; a jet-black satin merry widow. The form-fitting corset clung to her like a second skin, the satin and lace piece of lingerie delightfully accenting every full curve and luscious valley of her magnificent body. Like the bra she’d been wearing earlier, I could see that the corset was heavily structured with underwire, the reinforcing absolutely necessary for something that was expected to support a rack of that size. Her massive tits were pressed together and up by the tantalizing reinforcing, generous amounts of soft creamy tit-flesh alluring displayed within the molded satin cups.
I gulped as I looked further down, the vertical ribs of the satin corset covered with fine ribbons of lace. The vertical lines followed the lush contours of her body, nipping in nicely at her waist before flowing outwards over her wide womanly hips. The lacy bottom edge of the corset gave way to a pair of matching black panties, cut very high on the hips. I could see tiny little bows delicately tied at the front of each hip. I smiled, knowing a simple plucking of that bow would lay clear the way to the delicious treasures she had lying beneath.
Over the teasing panties I could see lacy garters extending down over her full creamy thighs; the ribbony lace stretched taut as they connected to a pair of sheer black nylons, the clasps at the end of the garters gripping a wide lacy band at the tops of her sexy hose. My eyes travelled further down, taking in the full length of her long sexy legs, the muscles in her legs brilliantly accentuated by a pair of sky-high stilletos. The sexy black shoes had a sharp pointed toe, then were open all the way back before an inverted triangle of leather cupped the back of her heel, finished off with broad band of leather that circled her leg provocatively, just above the ankle. Oh Jesus, those shoes were amazing……so fucking sexy. My eyes roamed up and down her exquisite form again, taking in every delicious detail, not wanting this moment to ever end. I could feel myself staring, unable to speak, totally mesmerized by this amazing Amazon goddess before me, my heart racing with excitement once more.
“What’s the matter, Gilbert….cat got your tongue?” she asked in a warm lilting tone as she walked towards me, her wide hips swaying seductively from side to side.
“I…I…….you look incredible!” I finally blurted out.
“I thought you’d like this little old thing,” she said as she stopped next to the bed and took that authoritative pose once more, her legs shoulder width apart, her hands resting on her hips.
“I…..I love it,” I stammered, desire for her rushing through every fiber of my body.
“I can see that,” she replied, nodding towards my crotch. My gaze followed hers, both of us looking at my prick, the previously deflated member coming back to life as my racing blood flowed to where it was needed. “Now, get down here on your knees.” Her firm voice drew my eyes away from my stiffening dick. I looked up to see her nodding to a spot on the floor in front of her, a stern expression on her face. I compliantly obeyed, scrambling off the bed and looking up at her, waiting for her next instruction.
“That’s my good little boy,” she said, her voice full of praise. “I was tempted not to even put these panties on at all, but I thought you’d like to see the whole package.”
“Yes, Miss,” I replied, nodding my head in appreciation. “Thank you, Miss.”
“But I think they’ve been on long enough. I want your tongue back in my cunt.” Her vulgar words thrilled me, a tingling shiver of wanton desire running down my spine as I looked up at her imposing form towering over me. “Undo those bows.” I reached forward with trembling hands and drew open the tiny bows, the smooth satin panties coming away in my hands. I placed then gently on the floor next to me, then looked up at her, eagerly awaiting her next command.
“Good boy,” she said with a conniving smile on her face as she stepped closer, spreading her feet slightly further to each side; her succulent pussy mere inches from my face. “Eat me.”
I let out a little groan of pleasure as I raised my face and pressed it against her soft warm flesh, my lips and tongue quickly slipping between the folds of her pink labial curtains. She was soaking wet already, and I slithered my tongue right up into her weeping little box.
“Yeah, that’s it,” she said as I felt her strong hands grip my head firmly and pull me tight against her. As I licked and sucked, she kept a steadfast hold on my head and moved it wherever she wanted it, bringing my lips and tongue up to her fiery sensitive clit when she wanted it, or pushing me lower so I could send my probing tongue deep inside her. My face was soon awash with her warm cunt-honey, her juices flowing freely over my searching tongue and all over me face. She tasted heavenly, and I loved the feel of her silky discharge sliding down my throat as I pleasured her.
“OH FUCK……HERE WE GO……….AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH,” she moaned loudly as she came again. Her strong legs flexed slightly and her hips bucked up against my face, but she never released my head from her clutching grasp as her orgasm tore through her. She kept my mouth pr