The Motel With Mona [MF] [BBW]

I’m actually comfortable with being fat—I just wish my tits were about five cup sizes smaller.

Michael paced across the motel room floor and back again. His cock pulsed with every step and strained against the crotch of his jeans. The blinds were drawn tight against the afternoon sun and he shivered in anticipation.

When he placed the classified ad online, Seeking Big Boob BBW for Tittyfuck, he thought the only responses he would see would be from bots advertising porn and dating websites. He thought, if anything, he’d get someone trying to scam him who would at least do a little teasing and he could blow his load to that. And honestly, the mere possibility that a buxom beauty would send him a message was enough to make him rock hard and ready to cum.

And then there was Mona.

Her picture didn’t really show off her breasts. She wore a striped, black and white sweater that swelled impressively toward the bottom of the image. Her piercing blue eyes held an amused gleam as she smiled at him from the picture with plump, pink-glossed lips. Bleached-blonde hair fell across the right side of her forehead and was tucked delicately behind her ear on the other side. With only a little plumpness to her face that gave her chin one adorable little dimple, she was gorgeous.

They traded a few emails. When Michael asked her for a picture that showed him more of what she was working with, she told him that he’d have to wait to see them in person. She asked for his phone number. Staring at those beautiful eyes and imagining those lips wrapping around his cock, he sent her the number with barely a thought toward being scammed.

Now, as he paced, he wondered how much of an idiot he was. The plan was for him to rent a motel room and wait for her. When she got to the motel, she would call to see what room he was in. She didn’t want him to hear her voice or see any more skin than what was in her picture before that point.

He put his hands into his pockets and rubbed the head of his cock for a moment, his lips parting at the tiny thrill before he sat down on the edge of the bed.

She was late. Maybe she got cold feet. Maybe she was actually an old man and was going to trick him by sending him a text message instead of calling for the room number, so that it would be too late by the time he opened the door.

The phone rang. His heart pounded as he stared at a number he didn’t recognize and his cock pushed against his pants so hard that it hurt. He hit the answer button and brought the phone to his ear.

“Hello?”

“Michael?” The voice was smooth and feminine and his breath caught when he heard it.

“Mona?”

She giggled. It was a cute, slightly nervous giggle that was somehow a big relief to Michael. “What room are you in?”

“Four-thirty-two.” His heart beat even faster as he stood up and walked to the peep hole. He stared outside as if he would immediately see her. All he saw was the empty parking lot outside and a few flecks of dirt against the peep hole glass that were lit up by the sunlight.

“I’m just pulling into the parking lot,” Mona said. “Now, I want you to do me a favor.”

He heard the tires crunching on the pavement before he saw a blue sedan pull into the space just outside the door to the room. “Uh…sure.”

“I don’t want to have any awkward small talk. I just want you to open the door, throw me up against the wall, and kiss me. Can you do that?”

The door to the sedan opened and she climbed out of the car. Her blonde hair fell around that round face and she looked gorgeous even through the peep hole.

He smiled. “I can do that.”

“Good.” He could hear her sweet voice through the door.

As she walked toward the door, the crimson dress tied behind her neck showed off plenty of plump cleavage. That impressive swell under her sweater was nothing compared to what he saw now, and he licked his lips unconsciously at the sight of those massive melons.

She knocked and he waited a moment before opening. He didn’t want to look too eager, even though his hands were shaking. When he opened the door, she smiled at him with those plump, glossy lips and regarded him with that intense, blue gaze.

She put her hands on her hips and turned slightly to the side, giving him the perfect opportunity to run his eyes down the smooth skin of her neck to the creamy porcelain flesh of breasts the size of watermelons. “Hello, stranger.”

Michael smiled and took her hand, and she gave a soft “ooh!” as he pulled her inside and shut the door. She stared at him hungrily through those gleaming eyes as he locked the deadbolt and made the smoothest motion he could toward her.

The sharp, floral scent of her perfume tickled his nose and those mountainous boobs pressed against his chest as he pressed her up against the wall. He kissed her, softly at first, drinking in the texture of those lips and enjoying the sticky layer of gloss on them. Lip gloss had always turned him on, and he didn’t understand why.

Then he kissed her harder, his hands on her shoulders as he pressed his pelvis into hers. Her belly mashed into his just like her breasts and he moaned as he put his lips to the side of her neck.

Mona breathed heavily and held her arms around his shoulders. When he moved his hands across the cool, shimmering silk of that crimson dress and grazed the sides of those giant tits, her breath caught.

He could feel the stiff fabric of her bra and ran his fingertips once gently along the great expanse of those mounds before squeezing them. She whispered a soft yes as he pushed them up, feeling their full weight as they spilled forward and revealed a few blue veins that ran across the perfect porcelain of her skin.

Michael pushed his face into her cleavage, hungrily kissing and licking her chest as he squeezed her breasts around his face. She put her hands on top of his and squeezed her tits harder, burying him in soft heaven. He motorboated those glorious pillows, feeling the waves of them against his hands he ground his throbbing groin into hers and moaned as he took a deep breath of her sharp perfume.

He had to see those massive breasts. He kissed her glossy, plump lips one more time and she gasped gently as he pulled her bra down, letting her boobs fall forward like a waterfall of porcelain.

Mona stared at him through those blue gems, her lips parted just slightly in anticipation. Her nipples, with pink areolas the size of Michael’s palms, beckoned him. He kneaded her breasts with his hands while he kissed her left nipple, then parted his lips and sucked hard. He moved to the right and did the same, moving his hands just slightly to jiggle waves over her creamy tits.

She smiled and pulled him in close as he suckled her boobs. Her heaving breaths mashed her right breast over his face and she ground her crotch against his so hard that he thought he might explode inside his pants.

Then he came up for air and she dropped to her knees. She unbuckled his belt, dropped his pants, and had his throbbing, erect cock in her hands before he could even moan his approval. She smiled up at him, meeting his eyes with hers, and those plump, sticky lips slid slowly over the head of his cock and down his shaft. He felt his manhood pulse and his breath caught as she massaged the underside of him with her tongue.

She bobbed her head up and down, and he moved her blonde hair out of the way so that he could see the beautiful curve of her cheeks and jawline as she went to work on him. She followed her mouth with her hand, stroking him until he felt his orgasm building.

“If you keep going,” he said, “I’m going to—“

She released his cock from her mouth with a wet pop and smiled up at him. “Not yet.”

Mona lifted her massive breasts with both hands and let a long string of saliva fall between them. She rubbed them together, coating them in the shimmering lubricant, and squeezed them together for him. Without missing a beat, he lowered his stance and slid his cock between them.

He moaned in delight as his cock floated in an ocean of boob flesh. They covered him completely and bounced against his pelvis as he thrusted into them, sending chills up his spine as waves of pleasure washed over him. She squeezed her breasts together harder, plumping them against his cock and nearly sending him over the edge. All the while, those blue gems held tight to his gaze and her lips stayed parted. Once in a while, her tongue would flick the air and drive him wild.

Then she buried her face in her own cleavage and those lips found the head of his cock. He rammed upward and into her open mouth, and she circled the head of his cock with her tongue for a moment before he slid back to ram forward again. She moaned and he felt the vibrations travel up his penis and into his balls.

He groaned. “I have to fuck you.”

She grinned up at him and stood up, then gave him a long, soft kiss with her moist lips. Her belly and breasts pressed against his body and he shivered in excitement. Then she took his hand and led him to the bed, where she sat and pulled him close to her and took off his shirt. As she leaned back, her body jiggled in beautiful waves beneath her dress that made him almost growl out the next words.

“I have condoms in my—“

“Fuck it,” she said, shaking her head and smiling. She squeezed her boobs together and winked at him. “Just do it.”

He licked his lips and abandoned all caution. He pulled off her panties, as crimson as her dress, and ran his hands up and down her thighs before smacking her gorgeous ass with both palms and gripping her tight. He put two fingers into her pussy, already dripping wet, and smiled at her.

“Do it,” she said.

He rubbed the head of his cock over the lips of her pussy, tracing them and glazing them with pre-cum. She licked her lips as she looked deep into his eyes and took a long breath inward as he slid his cock into her. She nodded and her mouth parted in a delicate moan as he pushed himself entirely into her, already holding his cum back with everything he had.

He brought his cock back out slowly and pushed it into her again. Then again, faster. She grunted and put her fingers on her pussy lips, pulling them wide so that he could see her pink, glistening hole. He fucked her gently at first, then thrusted harder and harder. With every thrust, her breasts flowed like waves on the ocean, crashing into each other and spilling out over her chest.

He pulled the skirt of her dress upward, revealing her plump belly that jiggled and flowed just like her breasts. He put his hands on it and leaned forward and down, kissing and licking as much of her as he could while still fucking her. He ran his fingers all over her, feeling the curves and rolls of her body and groaning in delight. She moaned gently in response.

When he came close to the edge again, he pulled out. He didn’t want this to end yet.

She opened her eyes and sat up, patting the bed beside her. “Lay on your back.”

He did as she asked and she climbed onto him, enveloping him in her buxom, generous body. His cock slid gently into her pussy as she leaned forward, letting him knead her breasts with his hands again. As she slid up and down on his cock, she pressed her lips to his and he smelled her floral perfume again.

She pressed her hands to his shoulders, bearing down so that he could barely move beneath her as she kissed him. Those lips gobbled his mouth and his moans got higher-pitched as he felt his orgasm build. Then she started to fuck him faster and faster until she cried out.

“God, oh my God,” she said. “I’m about to cum!”

He held onto his own orgasm for dear life as she leaned backward and bounced her full weight up and down on his cock. His manhood had never been given such treatment and she ground herself against him so hard that he wouldn’t be able to pull out even if he wanted to.

When her orgasm finally calmed, she leaned forward again and slowly slid up and down on him. She kissed him and then whispered gently, her lips still lightly brushing against his.

“Do you want to cum between my tits,” she said, “or do you want to cum inside me?”

He stared into her eyes, those blue gems staring back at him. He thought about fucking those huge tits again. He thought about being wrapped in those soft pillows and how it would feel when she squeezed hard until he shot his load all over her neck.

As he pictured it, she whispered into his ear while he kissed her neck, moist with just a small glisten of sweat. “You can just tell me in a minute.”

She continued to hump him, pinning him to the bed and engulfing his cock with her pussy. He was about to say that he wanted to cum between her tits. He didn’t want to get her pregnant. As good as this felt, he really didn’t want to—

She ran her tongue over his earlobe and shifted her body just slightly, so that he felt her tits press against him all over again. At that moment, he could barely control himself.

“I think I’m—“ he said, then groaned as she slowed her humping and delicately moved up and down on him with a long moan. “If you don’t stop, I’m going to—“

Mona shifted again and her breasts pressed hard against him. He ran his fingertips over the sides of their massive, plump expanse as she pressed her lips to his in a soft kiss. He couldn’t hold it anymore. With a muffled cry into those plump lips, his orgasm built to a breaking point and he writhed beneath her as he released the first gush of cum into her waiting snatch.

Even as he came, she continued her slow movement up and down on his cock. He shot another pool of cum into her, crying out again and again in ecstasy as she moaned in delight. She kept her soft lips locked on his as his hips rocked beneath her weight. His throbbing cock shot yet another load and he gasped for breath until finally the orgasm began to slow.

He sighed slowly and kissed her again. She continued, ever so slowly, to milk his cock with her pussy as he shivered and kneaded her breasts playfully.

“Another round?” she said with a smile.

“God, yes.” He reached up and ran his fingertips over her back and beautiful, plump ass. “Let’s go again.”

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