The gnocchi was almost ready and so was I. A check in the mirror (no unsightly splatters or marks) and a smell check of the ‘pits (faint vanilla just detectable through the mushrooms and pesto wafting from the kitchen) and I opened the door.
Amy stood tall, a voluptuous brunette wearing a revealing red dress and a knowing smile. I gestured her in and told her to make herself at home. This was my second time seeing her, and her first seeing my apartment. She walked straight to the living room, saw the wine bottle and glasses and poured herself one.
‘Rude.’ I said with a smile.
‘Mixed signals eh? Going for a repeat of last time?’
‘I er… don’t know what you’re talking about.’ After an evening the previous week of light flirting and hand touching, I had failed to go in for the kiss. She was a bit put out and had straight up told me to kiss her as we were hugging goodbye. Provided I was comfortable with that. Which I was, of course. Some innuendo-laced texts later and I suggested another date, either the cinema or dinner at mine, and she chose the obvious option.
She walked up to me in the kitchen area as I was dishing out the food, her enormous breasts pressing into my arm. “I think you know exactly what I’m talking about,”’ she said softly, putting a hand on my back. “And I hope you’re comfortable with the clear signal I’m sending.”
“Uh…” it was getting harder to think. “Quite comfortable, yes, thank you.” I leaned towards her ‘sticked lips, and she leaned towards mine. At the last moment, she turned and pecked my cheek. “Good. The signal is I’m hungry, let’s eat.” Then she slapped my ass.
I shook my head and we both sat at the table, the gnocchi steaming between us. I topped up our wine glasses.
We were mostly quiet as we dug in, though we made faces at each other: winking, waggling eyebrows, biting lips and the like. I felt oddly relaxed with the silence, which was a good sign, though I eventually had to adjust my cock from all the suggestive faces, and she smirked.
“I hope your dessert is as good,” she said, finishing her plate. “Because I’m not quite satisfied yet.”
After a moment, I snorted and so did she. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t think to make dessert. Perhaps you could join me on the sofa and we can… talk about how to put this right?” I batted my eyelashes innocently.
“Acceptable,” she said and sat on my fabricked two-seater. As soon as I sat down, she pivoted so that her naked thighs laid across mine. Her perfume was noticeable now, citrus and roses. I leant into her and let my fingertips glide across her thigh. It was hard not to look at her chest, but her cute girl-next-door face made it easier.
“Mmm, that’s nice,” she said. “a shame you couldn’t treat me like this last time.”
“Oh, I don’t take ladies home on the first date.”
“Or kiss them unless pushed…”
“Unless someone is matching my signals I feel wrong going for the kiss, and you didn’t initiate nearly as nearly as much contact”
“Noted.” Then she took my hand and put it on her breast. It felt soft and heavy and I melted, slack-jawed. “Then I hope this clears things up from snubbing you on the kiss earlier, pretty-boy. You treated me to a really enjoyable evening last week after a rather shit month, and it’s been pleasant having you on my mind.” She pressed my hand further into her chest, my thumb get buried in her cleavage, and I leant towards her, our lips brushing without kissing “It’s been a… little while for me so I’m pent up.” She kissed my lips properly – “so again, let me know” – another kiss – “if I make you uncomfortable” – another – “and I’ll calm down.”
My stiff cock was very uncomfortable at this point and I broke away to adjust, snaking my arm beneath her thighs, her helping by lifting them up. “Mmmm, just the reaction I was looking for,” she said.
“Hard not to have it” I unbuttoned my jeans to help. She replaced my hand on her breast – she seemed very insistent on that – and we kissed harder. Her tongue was aggressive in my mouth. I groaned with the whole experience and felt her smile.
“I love a vocal man” – a light kiss – “I want to see how loud you can be.” She continued kissing me but took her legs off. I now had a wet spot on my boxers where my cock strained against the fabric. We’d only been doing this for a minute, but I managed to shove down my embarrassment.
She didn’t notice though, she was looking at the wet tent in my boxers with… well, focussed intent. “You won’t be needing those,” she said. “Take them off.” I threw my shirt off and pulled my boxers and jeans off in one, my cock springing up. Though it’s average-length, I’m pleased to say it’s thick. She seemed even more pleased, and that look of intent deepened into… something. Like she had suddenly decided that my cock was a prized toy and that the man attached to it was merely the packaging. Considering what she would soon do, I don’t think I was flattering myself.
She put both hands on it and gave it a hard squeeze. Though it didn’t exactly feel great, I think she was just testing how hard it was. She started to stroke it slowly, twisting as she went, and spoke into my ear “you know this is mine now, don’t you?” I got out a breathy ‘uh-huh’ between groans. The exact tone she used made me both nervous and incredibly aroused. “I’m going to enjoy feeling this thick bare cock inside of me.”
That threw alarm bells. “We, um, need to use condoms,” I said. “We’ve only just met.”
She continued stroking “Don’t you worry about that, I’m safe and on the pill.”
“Bu-”
She gave me another hard squeeze, which felt good this time. “I said, it’s safe. Don’t you worry about that though, pretty boy. Just focus on not cumming too early.”
I felt more concerned now, and was on the verge of telling her to stop. One annoying voice inside of me kept insisting that I barely knew her and all the dangers that came with that. A louder, more interesting voice calmly stated that this was exactly what I wanted and that it was perfectly fine to let a beautiful woman, one who was larger and probably stronger than me, keep touching me even though she just implied she might not actually respect my boundaries. It was probably fine.
All that thinking got me a little softer. “Oh, did pretty boy have some worries? Here, let me take those away.” Still holding my cock, she got down on her knees in front of me, massive tits swinging in that low-cut dress, and then plunged my still mostly-hard cock straight into her mouth to the base. Putting both hands on my waist, she bobbed up and down a few times before pulling up and spitting on my now throbbingly hard cock. She winked, and suddenly my cock was between her tits, balls brushing against the red fabric. Taking those huge breasts out and pushing them together she repeated “Don’t you dare cum, don’t you fucking dare pretty boy.” and muttered variations of that over and over as she titfucked me. I hadn’t been anything close to a two-pump chump in years, but my orgasm was quickly building. I told her, and suddenly she stopped, skewering me with her large eyes. “You can cum, but only in my pussy, and only if you fill me properly, raw.”
I was bucking my hips, I couldn’t help it, and she let go of her tits to push me down. “Screw you,” I laughed.
She didn’t. “That’s the idea.” She kissed my twitching cock, then licked it, both lightly so that I only got a little stimulation. Continuing this, never breaking eye contact, she reached up her dress and, in a slow shuffle of legs, removed her black panties.
“I want to taste you, taste your tight, wet pu-” She shoved her panties in my mouth, salty material dragging against my tongue and teeth, her mildly musky scent in my nose. She patted my cheek “That’s enough of that then. You want to cum, don’t you?”
I should have taken the panties out, should have told her to stop, shouldn’t have allowed myself to be demeaned like this. I knew how she was treating me was wrong, but that didn’t stop me from slowly nodding.
“Then you’ll keep those right where they are.” She stood up and hitched her dress so that it rode her plump ass, showing off her well-trimmed pussy. Then she leant over, her breasts in my face, and started to climb onto the couch. The sensible part of me put a foot down and, despite my achingly hard cock, I shook my head and started to push her off from the waist. Which didn’t really do much other than make her giggle. I tried to stand up, pushing off the couch, but she just sat down hard. Her bare wet pussy pressing against my cock was a shock, as was her amused face right against mine, the band from her panties in my mouth brushing against her lips. It felt like her body was enveloping me and despite myself I found my hands were on her ass and pulling her in.
“There we go! As I said, that’s enough of that. You’re so pretty.” She giggled and with a sudden buck of her hips, her pussy slid the length of my cock and she started grinding. I moaned through my gag as she bucked. I was helping her do it. This was dangerous. “Your cock isn’t in me,” she said, possibly reading my mind “it’s just a bit of outercourse. No condom needed, right pretty boy?” She nodded. I reluctantly nodded too, though we both knew better. “Of course it’s not. A shame you don’t get to cum though. If you do, you’ll never see me again.” Her natural lube and spit were rubbing off from the grinding, so she reapplied by spitting into her hand and reaching down. There was a moment where I was convinced she was going to slide it into her, but she just sat down on it again, continuing to grind and moan. It felt fucking great, though oddly I was too shocked by it all to cum. My body clearly needed to just stick it in to this woman who was ignoring all my signs to stop.
She was starting to get more deep with her motions – or was I just pulling her harder? And I felt the head of my cock against the entrance of her pussy. Fuck. She giggled again.
“Oh! Trying to get inside, pretty boy?” I shook my head and she mock-pouted. “It’s not nice to lie to guests, especially when they’ve got their bare cunt against you.” She slid herself up and down my cock again, coming again to rest with the head at the entrance. “You don’t want to be in this?” She was holding my arms now and I could feel her strength. “You don’t want to stick that girthy dick in this cock-thirsty cunt?” I was overwhelmed, I shook my head again. “Oh! So you don’t not want to?” She laughed “Well I’ll just stick it in then!” She reached down and I kept shaking my head. Looking me dead in the eye, she said “all you have to do, pretty boy, is spit out those panties and tell me to stop, and I’ll stop.” I stopped shaking my head, felt hips rise, her hand on my cock. Still looking at me, she positioned the head at the entrance again, this time the head partially in. I should say no. I couldn’t say no. She slowly lowered herself, and I felt her consuming my desperate cock inch by soaking inch. She was very tight, and about halfway down she had to work it to get comfortable. But soon she was at the base and I was being squeezed by her bare pussy. She moaned. I groaned gutterally, unable to make sounds with my tongue.
She finally stripped too, hitching her dress further up, over her round belly, her intimidatingly large tits, her head, away. Her bra was unclasped and discarded. She leaned in, pulling my head into her shoulder, and started to gyrate those wide hips, fucking my straining cock. It felt wonderful and humiliating, too-controlling and shamefully comforting.
She kept muttering things, half formed things: “I’m such a bad fucking bitch”, “bet you’ve never fucked a woman with K-cups before, eh”, “you should feel flattered” “look what you made me do, pretty boy”, “So good to be stretched by a fat cock” “God this fucking thing is mine now. All mine. All mine. All mine.” She started to tense and tighten, and suddenly I was on the brink, then over, cock twitching and shooting into her. Part way through she climaxed and clamped down harder on me, uncomfortably hard, like she was trying to squeeze my cock out of her. Her moans turned to grunts, and then both of us were done, my softening cock pushed out. I spat out her panties, gasping loudly.
After a minute of heavy breathing, she rolled over. Without a word I fetched some towels, she wiped down with the smaller one, I lay the larger down over the wet patch and we sat on it. Hesitantly, I leaned into her, and she put an arm around me.
Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/rrxh2r/fucked_by_a_big_busty_woman_on_our_second_date_mf
Fucking great story! Part 2???