Gentleman Giant [Part 2][M/F][OC][non-fiction][female perspective][oral]

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We kissed deeply, our tongues massaging each other’s. My knees felt weak as he pulled me closer to him, his hands exploring my body. He started to kiss my neck, down my chest, and I leaned my head back and moaned quietly. I could feel myself blush because of this accidental moan. Again, I wondered, if he was as turned on as I was. I didn’t want to move too quickly, so I followed his lead.

I was wearing a low cut dress that perfectly emphasized my full breasts. As he kissed down my chest his large, warm hand pulled down the neckline of my dress and bra, exposing my nipple. He held my bra down and I could feel his knuckles against my lower breast. A quiet gasp escaped my lips as I felt his warm mouth on my hard nipple. I could feel the stubble on his face against the delicate skin of my breast. He licked and sucked my nipple while his other hand grabbed my butt cheek, pulling me closer to him.

“Take this off” he whispered as he began to lift up my dress.
I complied. I peeled off my dress and shyly folded my hands against my body, giving myself some coverage.
“I want to see you” he assured me.

I relaxed a bit and lowered my arms. His eyes glanced across my body and he looked at me hungrily. His eyes returned to mine and he smiled.

“You are so sexy” he said, accent apparent again.

I blushed and looked down, quickly.

“I want to see you too. It’s only fair” I said as I began to unbutton his shirt. He smirked and chuckled a bit.

I took my time, enjoying the process. It was like slowly unwrapping a present. I kept thinking about how in porn they rip off each other’s shirts, popping buttons off as they frantically undress each other. I’d always thought to myself “Do you know how long it takes to sew a button back on? That’s ridiculous; totally unrealistic. That was a perfectly nice shirt”. I understood the feeling now. Every part of me was screaming GO while I tried to contain the trembling of my hands. I wasn’t going to ruin his nice dress shirt. Plus, I was enjoying touching him. He was just the right amount of muscular for me. His body wasn’t hard, or rippling. He was built, and clearly kept himself in good shape, but not excessively so.

As I unbuttoned his shirt slowly, I kissed the skin that became exposed after each button. He had a small patch of hair on his chest and what I’ve always called the “happy trail” of hair leading down his stomach. I ran my fingers through it and continued to unbutton. As I got towards the bottom, my gaze shifted and I noticed the bulge in his pants. I swear it looked like it was throbbing, pulsating. I teased him a bit and traced my fingers along the top of his pants. I wondered if it would be appropriate to unbutton them too.
“Behave yourself, V” I heard a little voice in my head say. I gently traced the outline of his cock with my fingertips and I heard him moan. I ran my fingers back upward and around his hips to his back. I pulled him closer and kissed his chest some more, taking one of his small nipples into my mouth. He leaned his head back gently and moaned again. I could tell he was really enjoying himself. While I teased his nipple with my mouth, I ran my long fingernails gently across his back, caressing it lightly.
While I kissed and licked his nipples, I could feel his hand on the back of my head, his fingers in my hair.

I felt his hands go lower but I was so focused on him that I was surprised when I felt my bra suddenly become loose. When did he have time to do that? That bra has 5 hooks, my tits just escaped Alcatraz. Surprised, I gasped and looked up at him. He smiled triumphantly and I said to him “that was too easy for you; you must have a lot of practice taking off bras, huh?” I said playfully. I tossed my bra onto the floor with my dress. “I’ll admit, that one was more complicated than most.” I nodded. “The bigger the tits, the more hooks they give you to keep the ladies in line”. He chucked and looked at my breasts, smiling. “They are large.” He cupped my breasts in his hands. “They’re perfect: there’s just enough for a hand full.” I smiled, proudly. “Why yes, they are. I’m glad you noticed.” I shook my chest side to side a little, fully exposed. My breasts bounced side to side and he laughed.

“Got any more of that wine?” I asked. It was time to refill my liquid courage. He walked into the kitchen and poured us another glass. He kept glancing at my bare chest as I watched him pour the wine. It was cool in his apartment, especially without my top on, so my nipples were hard.

He handed me a glass of wine. “I’m having a lot of fun with you” he said. “Are you still feeling nervous?”

I swallowed a gulp of wine. “Well, I’m half naked in a stranger’s apartment drinking wine. It’s been a new experience for me, but yes, I am still a bit nervous. Not in a bad way, I’m just very shy and you’re very, very handsome. And tall. And you have a sexy accent.”

He blushed a bit; his cheeks already pink from the alcohol. “Oh, you like my accent? I forget that I have one until someone reminds me of it. You have a bit of an accent too, is it Southern?”

“Yes sir, it is. I grew up in the South and moved here a few years ago. Most people don’t notice it, it’s very subtle.”

“I think it’s sexy. I’ve never been with a Southern girl before.” He said. “So,” he asked, “how can I make you less nervous?”

I thought for a moment. “Well, you should take off your pants.” I said, firmly.

His eyebrows shot up and he let out a hearty laugh. “Well, that was not very shy of you! You naughty girl.”

“I am shy!” I replied quickly. “But I also know what I want. Come on, it would make me feel more comfortable. You asked!”

He grinned at me, shook his head in defeat, and set down his wine glass on the counter. He slowly undid his belt while I looked over his body. He paused for a moment after undoing the button and zipper on his pants. His hands grabbed either side of the top of his pants. He looked me in the eyes and said “Okay, naughty girl.”

He pulled down his pants and set them aside. As he stood back up I could see his boxer briefs clinging to his cock. Maybe it was just the lighting or something but it seemed huge. He didn’t appear to be erect at the moment, which meant it would get even bigger? Surely not, I thought. There’s no way… right?

“Wow” I exclaimed and took another sip of wine. “Nope, still nervous. You’ll just have to take off the boxers too.” He tossed his head back and laughed heartily. “Not until you take those off” he pointed at my leggings. “But I’m shyyy” I replied, teasing him. “I’ll just have to do it for you then” he said as he walked towards me. He took the wine glass out of my hand and placed it on the counter.

He began kissing me deeply as he grabbed my ass and pulled me closer to him, lifting me up a little. I could feel his cock getting hard inside his boxers. It turned me on to know that he was turned on by me. “Wow” I thought to myself “it does get bigger”.

Suddenly he kneeled down, his face at my stomach. He slipped his hand between my legs and looked up at me. “You naughty girl, you’ve soaked through your panties to your leggings. How long have you been like this?” I shrugged and bit my lip. “Like I said, you’re very handsome!” He grabbed my ass, pulling me closer to his face. He began kissing me over the clit, on top of my leggings. He paused and rested his forehead against me for a moment, as if trying to restrain himself. “We’ll just have to take these off” he said, and he abruptly pulled down my leggings along with my panties. Shocked, I squealed. He looked up at me and slid his fingers between my legs. “My god, you’re wet” he exclaimed. He let out a deep moan, almost a growl, as he slid his fingers around my clit, exploring the area. I ran my fingers through his thick, black hair and tried to keep my composure.
He was rock hard. I could see his cock trying to escape from his boxers. I wondered how much longer I could possibly wait. We hadn’t even made it to the bedroom yet. Before I could calculate how long we’d been at it, I felt his mouth on my pussy. I let out a whimper and a gasp, as I felt his tongue run along my clit. I was so sensitive; I could feel every taste bud on his tongue glide across my clit. With one hand firmly on my ass, he slid the other between my legs and slipped his finger inside of me. I groaned with pleasure and pulled his head closer to me, grabbing his hair. I could feel myself grinding against his face. My body had taken over my mind, and I was no longer thinking about behaving myself.

He flicked his tongue against my clit and slipped a second finger inside me. I gasped again, still grinding my pelvis against his face. He fingers were so long, he was able to reach deep inside of me. “Oh my God, you’re going to make me cum if you keep doing that” I said quietly.
He moaned while kissing my clit and I could feel the vibration like electricity. He stopped and looked up at me. “Good” he said “I want you to cum for me” and went back to my clit. His fingers massaged every inch of my vagina, finding the sensitive spots based on my vocalizations. My breathing quickened and I moaned rhythmically. How could his fingers feel so good? He was so in tune with my body; he knew just what do to with his fingers and his mouth. I could feel myself getting closer to orgasm, his pace quickening with my breath. I moaned louder, my grip tightening on his hair. Just as I was about to cum, he stopped and stood up.

He leaned down, firmly grabbed my ass, and lifted me up to his hips. I wrapped my arms ad legs around him, kissing him deeply. I could feel his massive cock pressed against my pussy. He walked me down the hallway as we kissed, through the doorway to his bedroom. We kissed at the foot of the bed for a moment before he grabbed me at the waist and tossed me onto the bed. I giggled gleefully as I landed on the bed, pillows bouncing around my head. He stood there at the foot of the bed and admired me all spread legged on his bed. He pulled down his boxers, exposing his cock, and started to stroke it. My eyes got huge and all I could say was “Jesus!” as I stared at it. He smiled at me and continued stroking.
This was the first time I got a good look at it. I’d noticed that it was big, but it was also proportionally big to his already giant frame. Which meant that it was absolutely MASSIVE compared to a normal sized man. I just lay there, staring at it, wondering if it would even fit inside of me. Now, I love big dicks, and I love a challenge, but I don’t know it this is going to work. Then the nerdy side of me kicked in: theoretically, if a human woman can birth a baby, she can take that dick. Right? That’s just science. And I’m no quitter. But really, this thing was the size of a large Red Bull or a can of air freshener. He could fuck himself with an empty can of Pringles.

I snapped back to reality. “I want to suck it. Can I suck it?”

“You can try, I guess. Most women can’t take much of it, mostly just the first few inches or maybe half.” He said, with a bit of disappointment in his voice. I could tell that this, in addition to his height, seemed like a great thing on the surface but actually created many complications for him.

“I want to suck it.” I confirmed, nodding. “I want to at least try! Come here” I said as I patted the bed next to me. He finished taking off his boxers and climbed on the bed. He laid down on his back, cock up. Somehow it was EVEN BIGGER up close and personal. I didn’t know how this was going to work but I was damn sure going to give it my all.

I rolled towards him and started kissing him. I could feel his fingers in my hair again. I like it, but I wish he knew it was okay to be a little rough with me. I took my hand and grabbed onto his cock. I couldn’t even fully wrap my hand around it, my fingers couldn’t touch. I stroked it gently up and down as we kissed. I could feel its warmth, pulsing in my hand. I kissed down his body, making my way towards his cock with my mouth. For a moment I rested my head on his hip, just looking at that cock. I just wanted to admire it for a moment.

I brushed my lips across the head, noticing how soft it felt. There were a few beads of precum gliding across my lips. I licked the tip, just a bit, before wrapping my lips around it. I swirled my tongue around, lubricating it with my saliva. This WAS going to be a challenge. My mouth was already full and I was neglecting more than half of his cock. I scooched closer to him so I could get a better angle. I got a little more in, but my mouth was as wide as it would go. I was going to need to get on top of him. I got on my knees and told him to get in the middle of the bed. He scooched over and I straddled him, my knees around his legs so I could really open up my throat for him.

I swiped my hand along my pussy, borrowing some of its lubrication to rub onto his cock. I pulled my hair out of the way and got to work. I took the first half of his cock into my mouth and used my hand for the other half. I sucked as it slid in and out of my mouth. I flicked my tongue along the tip and moaned a bit. I could hear him saying “oh my god, my god” repeatedly in his native language. I could tell by his sounds that he was pleased. “My god, you are so good” he moaned quietly as he watched me.

The more I worked on it the deeper I was able to go. He was sure not to push my head down, which I hate when men do. Since I was in full control, I could really push my limits and deep throat. I was able to get more of his cock in my mouth than even I expected. I’ll admit, it gave me a sense of pride. I was enjoying myself and so was he. I could feel my pussy was dripping wet. I sped up a bit as I really got into a rhythm. He moaned something else in Portuguese before saying “Stop, stop, stop! You’re going to make me cum like that!” I stopped and looked up at him. “Is that okay?” I asked. “I want to make you cum.”

“I’ve never had a woman make me cum from a blowjob” he said. “Well then, I get to be your first! I want to keep going. I want to see if I can.” I insisted. He nodded his approval and I resumed my rhythm, sucking and stroking. His moans grew louder and I moaned back. I pushed myself to take him even deeper, even faster. I could feel his legs squirming between mine. I was completely determined to be his first.

Before I knew it, he was moaning “oh my god, yes, I’m cumming” and I felt his cock pulsing warm cum into the back of my throat. I swallowed again and again as it spurted out, sucking it all down so I wouldn’t choke on it. His cock began to go soft and I stayed there with it in my mouth as his body jolted with every movement of my tongue. I leaned up, wiped the saliva from my cheeks, and looked at him. His mouth was hanging open and he just said “Wow.” I smiled at him and he grinned back. “So it was good then?” I asked. “That was incredible. I’ve never had a woman do that before, you really took it” he replied. I moved my knees closer up his torso, he leaned to meet me, and we began kissing.

“Now it’s your turn to cum, my naughty girl” he said.

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