Chapter Six
Scratching your head, scratching your jumbled mess of cock and balls, you moseyed down the hallway towards the sound of the treadmill. The moonlight through the large windows illuminated your woman, but not much else. She was gleaming, absolutely drenched in sweat, but still running full speed. You could see the headphones, so you pulled out your phone to let her know you were behind her.
She waved, still focused on the sprint. The incline was also high. Not like her to run a mountain at two in the morning. Something was up and you straddled the sides, careful not to get kicked in the nuts. Peeling the damp headphones from her matted hair, you draped them around her neck.
"Where you running to?"
"Away."
"From?"
"Just clearing my head, papí."
"Want to talk about it? Florence?"
Ana finally succumbed to her body's pain and hit the cooldown. She grabbed the rails and panted and that's when you latched to her hips.
"Florence--fabuloso," she said, "but I don't like lying."
"About?"
She turned and leaned back, head down in shame. "I told you I've never had a threesome, but I've been in many--many, many."
You sighed and she doubled down, eyes jittery like she might tear up. Your long deep breath wasn't about her lie, it was about yours.
"I was coming clean tomorrow, but we're here now."
Ana laughed and cupped her mouth. "Ay mierda, we're already lying to each other."
"I don't think it's that bad. We're moving fast."
"Sí. For better or worse."
"A client messaged me in London. We got each other off over video."
Ana scratched her chin and let off a brief smile. "Was it good?"
You danced around the bait and took a bite. "I can't say that it was bad."
"You were around a lot of women, mi amor. I can't be that mad--is this continuing?"
"No."
"Do you want to fuck her?"
"Yes."
Ana smiled. "You let me have Florence--you have my permission."
You were relieved, but a bit hesitant. "You're going to be there, right?"
"I have some errands tomorrow, papí. I'll assume it's over by the time I get back," she said, pulling her hair back. "Your house, yeah?"
"If you prefer that--you're not upset about this?"
"Ay papí," she shrugged, grabbing your hands, "we're finding our footing--I'm grown--we're fine." She spun around and pushed her butt flush against your crotch. "Let's get some food--after you--you know," she pointed down, rubbing her buns on it.
***
You strolled up to Alexandra's bright blue Porsche; now, that was a nice car with a very nice brunette at the wheel. Shirtless in a pair of khaki cargo shorts, you received a big grin as you opened the door.
"I didn't expect you to call so soon, cutie," she said, taking your hand. She quickly slid an arm around, heavy tits pushing up into your chest as she kissed your lips.
"I didn't think you'd want to wait long," you told her, grabbing hard at her ass.
"Yeah, you thought right." Those soul-stealing blue eyes caught you. "But I have a business casual meeting in an hour--what kind of damage can you do in thirty minutes, big guy?"
You clasped both cheeks and pulled her nice and tight. "I'm not sure you're ready for that."
"You're wasting time," she whispered, smiling. "I'm not scared of you."
You scooped her up with a shriek and took her out of the scorching heat. Up the stairs and down the hall, you knocked open the door and dropped her onto the bed. You hauled out a bottle of lube while Alex wrestled with your belt buckle upside down.
"Stubborn"--she tugged hard--"fucker!" Clink! It flew apart, shorts revealing a giant lump in dark blue briefs.
You palmed your hips and let the pretty slut paw all over your meat. You reached over to her big ass titties and popped a few buttons to her skin tight tank top, taking in a lot of cleavage. She looked good in sky blue.
Amazing boobs. Fuck, they were huge.
She pulled the hem, unfurling the monster and demanding lube. You squirted a thick glob, both hands squishing it along the veins. Both nuts were massaged in deep, strong tugs but she couldn't stay away from your huge dick; all she could do was stroke and admire.
"I've been so ready for this," she said with a smile. "You have no idea."
You grabbed her wrists and lowered your fat sack, covering those huge red lips before she inhaled a ball with a slurp. "Oh, me too."
The bed was just high enough. You smacked it on her sternum, soft flesh hugging all around. Finally, you put it in that dark valley and shoved, the head just barely popping out of her bra on the other side. You caressed both giant melons until they were tight together, gently fucking them and dragging your soft saggy balls along her neck.
"I knew it," she chuckled. "I fucking knew it."
"Yeah, you did."
"Baby, you don't have time for all of that as much as I love it."
"Damn, you're right. I'd hate to ruin that meeting."
You reluctantly let go and pried apart her lips with the fat head. She slobbered feverishly while you ripped open her jean shorts. She shimmied out to teal lace and flipped. You crawled over, cock bouncing on her head, and shoved your face in ass. You didn't have time to enjoy it, but smothered in nice and far, breathing her all in before mounting her thighs and beating her butt with it.
Alexandra looked forward and realized she could see you both in a mirror. "Oh my," she smiled, "what a view."
Smiles turned to happy grimacing. Alexandra watched every single inch of that beefy girth slide down into her unprepared pussy. The more that went in the more her head went up with big bulging eyes. "Oh, no," she whined.
"Oh, yes," you said, pushing off of her butt and driving it, stretching her wide. "Oh yes, you're getting what you wanted." You shot lube down her ass crack, tickling her butthole and grabbing your cock as it slurped in and out.
"That's a big fucking dick," she gasped.
You twirled up into her hair and pulled her back hard. "Didn't hear you."
"That's a big fucking dick!" she shouted.
The bed was moving. Alexandra's bottom half was being slammed upon. You were up high and straight, one hand spanking ass into reddened palm prints and riding with the reins in the other. You saw those unreal blues drift back into her skull and felt heat smothering you down below.
"You always cum this fast?" you said, gripping both shoulders and pushing her down, rowing it all in and out of her insides.
"No," she whispered.
"Dick that good, huh?"
"Yes," she whined.
You had barely fucked her.
"Stay down and take more then."
"Take it how you want. Please," she said, eyes heavy.
"You don't want that before a meeting," you told her, leaning over and wrapping around her neck with a big arm.
"You really don't."
You laid atop of her completely, dick digging deep into her aching guts. Her mouth stayed open, drool rolling down your forearm. Everytime you lifted and sent a monster clap through the room, it sputtered out of her to the sheets. You took her by the head with your other hand and plowed it--violently. She couldn't scream, moan, whine--it was all grunts, gurgles and bursts of air.
"Maybe you do want it." You found her eyes in the mirror. "Gonna be late if we keep it up. Want me to stop?"
You felt her head wiggle just barely side to side.
"Bad girl," you said with a smile, slamming yourself with no remorse, no hesitation. "You fuckin' wanted it, huh."
The minutes rolled by, Alexandra glazed in sweat and slipping around underneath. The juices kept flowing and the friction stayed light. She was opened up for you and each insertion felt like the first. The pussy had depth, almost cavernous and the walls gripping like a wicked vice. You were putting core memories deep into that slut. That's when you wanted to make memories of your own.
You had to fight to get off of her because everything was sticky and hot. She quivered and pulled up her legs to the fetal position, but you flipped her over and mounted her chest. Beating her cleavage like you owned her, it slipped underneath the black push up bra and she pushed arms in to hoist up some of the best titties you have had the pleasure of touching. You grabbed her by the bangs, sliding through warm sticky melons. Oh, fuck, it felt amazing. That velvet smooth hug on your big fat dick made you shiver deep and you lost control, scribbling giant swathes of nut across her glasses.
"I fucking knew i--oh, wow."
Baby batter sprinkled her nose before scattering all over her lips and cutting her off. More gushing jizz sprayed around until it puddled into her neck and you let her head drop off of the side of the bed.
"Yeah, you did."
A loud sigh escaped her and she relaxed. "I've never been--fucking beautifully violated like that." She glanced at her pink Rolex through caked up specs. "Well, that meeting is fucked." Hot cum started to dribble down her forehead, sliding into her scalp. "Oh my god, you really just did that."
You climbed off and she quietly stared at your heavy hanging mass in the mirror. "Get up."
There was a grin. "Yes, sir."
She hobbled up, cum glazed and wobbly. You smacked her ass so hard she buckled and you helped, shoving her over to her hands on the bed. With another clap of the ass, you got in close.
"Ready for more?"
"Yes, sir."
"You might not walk right tomorrow."
"Yes, sir."
"That's my kind of slut."
Alexandra draped her hands behind her back and assumed the position, ripe pink lips spread between those vanilla cream thighs.
Your workout routine was turning these petite beauties into thickened dream girls. Ana, Alexandra, Anna K. and Sydney were all filling into bigger sizes. If the world knew it was you, they would throw a celebration; however, you did end up with Ana; and you were now balls deep in Alexandra, both hands caressing the bubbly cheeks you had been sculpting.
Living the dream.
***
Ana pulled the vibrating phone from the night stand and drifted off with light feet to the living room. You were snoring. Loud.
She swiped and cupped her glass of wine. Her mouth tingled with the aftertaste of the hot salty liquid that was pouring like a syrup twenty minutes ago.
"Diga. Hola. ¿Quién es?" She smiled, fixing the silky nightgown you messed up.
"Oh. I was looking for--I must have the wrong number."
"No, this is Ana. You have the right number."
"I can try again tomorrow."
"Un momento, Alexandra," she said, sipping. "How was he?"
"Sorry to bother you this late."
"¡Espera un momento, por favor, no he terminado de hablar contigo!" she said quickly, staring at the phone with grit teeth.
Silence followed.
