Fat fucker

“Don’t look at me,” she whined, covering her breasts
with one arm, and clamping her legs together. “Turn out
the light.”

I shook my head. “No, Baby, I like looking at you. Just
the way you are. Now open up… surrender the pink.”

She moved her legs apart, revealing more of her crotch.

I reached down and lifted one of her knees, pulling it
up and pushing it back toward her. Her pussy lips
appeared, swollen and wet. I moved forward, letting
the head of my cock brush against her vulva.

“Mmmm,” she whispered. “Give it to me.”

I pushed my hips forward, thrusting my cock inside her.

“Oh yeah!” she gasped. “Fuck me, yeah! Fuck me!”

Holding her leg up, I thrust my pelvis forward and
back, my hips slapping against the soft flesh of her
upper thighs, the sound of the slapping adding to her
soft moans and the squishy noises of her wet cunt
devouring my cock.

“You like fucking, don’t you,” I muttered.

“I love fucking,” she gasped back. “I want to fuck
forever. Fuck me forever! Don’t stop!”

She pushed her head back into the bed, arching her back
as best she could. Her hands reached up, and she began
to twist her own nipples, and I watched them swell and
grow between her fingers.

Her breasts wobbled with each thrust of my hips, and
her belly quivered.

I could feel her squeezing my cock within her, as her
breathing quickened.

“Nnnnnnngh!” she moaned, “nnnnnn-aaaaaahhhhh!” Her body
shook, and her head whipped from side to side as a
massive orgasm convulsed through her. Her vaginal
muscles clasped my penis within her, and I could hold
back no more. My balls emptied in fierce, staccato
bursts.

Leaving my plug in her hole, I dropped her leg down.
She reached up and pulled me down on her.

“Keep it in,” she whispered, “if you can…”

I tried, but it slid out of her slippery cunt.

“Ahhh!” she moaned.

“Give me a couple of minutes,” I whispered back.

My mind rolled back to earlier that evening…

It was a blind date… well, not entirely blind. We’d
“met” on the net, corresponding over the Internet after
she had read some stories I had written.

She had told me that she was “a little” overweight. I
had said that it didn’t matter. Not that I’m all that
slim, but only a little more than average. But I’ve
been intrigued by big women all my life.

I was already sitting at a table in the Marriott Hotel
restaurant. I was distracted from watching the doorway
only briefly by the waiter refilling my coffee cup. I
felt a presence just behind me, then a touch on my
shoulder… and a face next to my ear.

“Joe, I presume,” she said, then I felt her kiss my
ear. Her tongue darted out, just brushing my earlobe.

I looked up.

The lady was dressed in basic black, a low-cut dress
that showed an amazing expanse of cleavage; a jacket,
and long skirt. She slid into the chair next to me and
peered into my face.

“If you’re not Joe, this is terribly embarrassing.”

“Even if I wasn’t Joe, I’d consider changing my name.”

She paused, then a small smile crossed her lips. “I
think you mean that.”

“I don’t have a poker face?”

“Hardly.”

I smiled. “You’re right. I’ve never been able to play
poker.”

We talked about the net, and about stories, until the
waiter brought around our meal. While we talked, I
looked her over without trying to be obvious about it.

“A little overweight” was an understatement. She was
300 pounds if she was an ounce. But somehow, somewhere
between the salad and the first course, I lost track of
her size and concentrated on her voice and what she was
saying.

We finished our meal – and it wasn’t as large a meal as
I might have expected. The waiter removed the plates,
and we sat and finished our wine.

She leaned forward, and whispered, “I’m ready for
dessert.”

I started to look around for the waiter, but she
giggled.

“No, silly,” she grinned, and raised her eyebrow. “Are
you game?”

The smile on my face gave me away. Damn poker anyway.

I called for the check.

She took my hand as we left the restaurant.

I started for the exit at the front of the hotel, but
she stopped. “Where are you going?”

“I thought…”

“You think I’m going to wait that long? I’ve got a room
right here.”

“You were pretty confident,” I said, smiling.

She couldn’t play poker either.

She led me to the elevator, and pressed the “up”
button. The doors open and a couple of people got out.
We got on the elevator, and were followed by another
couple. We all turned to watch the numbers.

The other couple got out, leaving us alone in the
elevator. She turned to face me, lifting her chin. I
took the hint and kissed her. Her tongue darted out
between her lips, and I sucked gently on it.

Her free hand found my crotch, and she fondled my penis
through my pants. The elevator stopped, and the doors
opened.

She broke the kiss. “Our floor,” she breathed.

She led me down the hall, slipped a card into the slot,
and opened the door.

No sooner did she close the door behind us than she was
all over me again. Her tongue in my mouth, her hands
fumbling with my fly.

She unzipped my pants and reached inside, sliding her
hand through the opening in the front of my boxers, and
wrapped her fingers around my rapidly-hardening cock.

“Mmmmm,” she hummed. She broke our kiss and stepped
back, still holding onto my cock. “Dessert!”

She slid down to her knees in front of me, and drawing
my penis out through my fly, she wrapped her lips
around my cock, she sucked eagerly on it, her fingers
exploring my scrotum.

Her tongue rolled around my cockhead, until she felt my
balls start to tighten, then she leaned forward,
pressing her nose into my pubic hair, taking my cock
deep into her mouth while I came.

She sat back on her heels, licking her lips. “Dee-
licious,” she said, smiling.

I knelt down in front of her, and kissed her lips. I
tasted the salt of my own cum on her lips and tongue.

“What about my dessert?” I asked softly.

Her eyes glistened. “Whatever would you want to eat?”
she smiled.

Her skirt was bunched up around her knees. I reached
down and pushed it up her thighs. Her legs were bare –
no stockings or pantyhose. She shuddered a little as my
fingers touched her bare skin.

There is nothing so soft as the inside of a lady’s
thigh – especially one that is overweight. I ran my
fingertips along her inner thigh, delighting in that
feeling.

She sighed, happily.

“Come on,” she whispered, and rose to her feet.

I followed close behind her, clinging to her skirt,
tugging it up over her ass. I was a little startled to
see it naked. She wore no panties, either. It jiggled
as she walked, and I couldn’t help but put my hand in
the cleft between those wiggly cheeks.

“Mmmmm,” she moaned as my fingers wiggled in her crack.
She turned, and my hand pulled away as she sat on the
edge of the bed. She scooted back, and raised her
knees, perching her feet on the edge of the bed. She
reached up with her hands and grasped her knees,
pulling them up and back.

I fell to my knees beside the bed, the better to view
the pink of her hidden flower.

Her clit was hidden by a fold of skin. Gently, I used a
finger to reveal it, then leaned forward and brushed it
with my tongue.

I heard a small gasp, so I did it again.

Then I leaned into it, wrapping my lips around it,
rolling it with my tongue, feeling it grow and warm up
under my tongue. I slipped one finger, then two into
her pussy, wet and slippery and warm.

“Taste good?” she asked.

“Um-hum” I grunted, without stopping.

“Well it feels heavenly,” she said. “Mmmmmm…”

I slid my tongue down toward my fingers, slipping the
tip around her piss-hole. I pulled out my fingers
briefly, while I pushed my tongue as deeply as I could
inside her. My nose pressed against her clit.

“Mnnnnnnnnn!” she hummed. “Oh Joe, that feels so good!”

I moved back up to her clit, and put my fingers back
in. I felt her body tense a little, and I doubled my
movement on her clit with my tongue.

“Oh yeah!!” she gasped. “Oh god yeah!!”

She began to convulse, and I backed off, leaving my
fingers inside her. I watched with some amusement as
her hips bucked against my hand, her pussy clenching
around my fingers.

After a moment of silence, she whispered “Get naked,
Joe. I need to be fucked.”

I started to undress, but she sat up and said, “No…
in there.” She pointed at the bathroom.

“Why?” I asked.

“Just do it,” she smiled. She stood up, and her skirt
fell back over her legs. She stepped over and turned
out the light.

I did as she said, peeking back over my shoulder to
catch a glimpse of her large body as she pulled her
dress off over her head.

I undressed quickly, then with my erection leading the
way, I walked naked back toward the bedroom. But just
before I entered, I turned on the light.

A throbbing between my legs brought me back to the
present.

She felt it, too, reaching down and grasping it in her
fingers. “Feels like you’re ready for another round,”
she whispered.

I moved around behind her, and rolled her over on her
side. I pushed her top leg forward, and straddled the
lower one. I moved up until my cockhead was poised at
the entrance to her cunt.

“Yeah, do it!” she breathed. “Fuck me again!”

I slid forward and my cock slid easily into her wet,
hot hole. I reached down and grasped one breast, heavy
and full in my hand. With my thumb, I stroked her
nipple. It stood up, while her dark areoles puckered
around it.

“Mmmmm,” she moaned. “Yeah…”

I could feel her body tighten again. I paused my hip
movement a moment, while I bent forward and licked her
nipple, lifting her large breast to my face. I drew the
nipple in between my lips, and sucked gently on it.

“Oh, Joe,” she moaned. “Don’t stop fucking. Fuck me…
fuck me!”

I raised my head and started the pelvic thrusting
again. Her breathing sped up as her body tightened up
again.

“Oh… Oh! OhhhhhhhhhHHH!” Her body stiffened, and her
pussy clenched at my cock again.

I held still as she orgasmed. When she relaxed, I
pulled out and rolled around in front of her. She
gathered me in her arms, pressing my face between her
massive breasts. She wrapped one leg around me, holding
me very close.

Too close. I couldn’t breathe. I wiggled my head free,
and gasped for breath, and she giggled.

She released me, and pushed me over on my back.
Immediately, she straddled me, sitting on my upper
thighs, my cock, still erect and throbbing, in front of
her.

She raised herself up, and with one hand, she guided my
cock back into the wetness of her pussy. She sat down,
drawing me inside her.

I looked up at her, her large white breasts jiggling
and bouncing, as she ground her hips around in small
circles on my cock. I couldn’t see her cunt, it – and
my cock – were buried in folds of flesh.

I could feel the pressure building, then it burst, my
balls pumping jizm into her.

She lay forward and kissed me lightly, then rolled us
over onto our sides, her legs wrapping around my hips,
holding me inside her, although our upper bodies slid
apart.

She looked across at me, her fingertips brushing my
chest.

“Sleep if you must,” she whispered. “Just stay inside
me.”

I closed my eyes. I heard her breathing even out, then
lengthen. Then a soft snore. I smiled as I drifted off
to sleep still stuck into her.

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