Big Mie

I awoke the next morning, once again nuzzled into the fuzzy nook of Mike's armpit. This time it wasn't a new, awkward experience. It was comfortable and peaceful. Mike laid face up, and my body was wedged between his big arm and a wall of his belly fat. Mike's CPAP mask was on, facilitating his peaceful slumber. I enjoyed watching the rise and fall of his huge belly and chest. Thin sunbeams passed through his cheap, venetian blinds to create a striped pattern of light across our bodies.

The previous night had been amazing. We'd finished up at the pool and I'd brought over an abundance of Chinese food. I'd eaten about a tenth of it and Mike had easily packed away the rest. After his stomach was full we'd cuddled into the couch and he'd lifted his shirt up to let me rub his big furry belly. It wasn't long until we were kissing, and then buck naked in his bedroom.

The scrub I'd given him in the shower had made such a difference. His body hair had become soft, and I'd felt as though I were experiencing his flesh for the first time. Mike was happy to lean back with his hands behind his head and let me crawl across him like a kitten piqued on catnip. Every curve and crevice of his body was like a luxurious velvety cavern to explore.

And the biggest cavern of all was now open for tourism. Mike's big clean had made him confident enough to turn over in bed, exposing his huge backside to me. It was a marvel to see. He crossed his arms in front of him and let me splay my body across his giant torso. The black carpet of back hair was like a bearskin rug. I nuzzled my face into his furry backfat and kissed him everywhere.

I enjoyed the new calm he had that allowed me the time to lounge across him at ease. As I started petting his big hairy buttcheeks, Mike just let me run my palms across the lovely fur that covered them. Even as I rolled off his back and crawled over one of his huge legs, he seemed content to let me wade between the soft, fuzzy canyon. I pressed my palms into his mammoth thighs and watched them sink down to the wrists. Mike's ass was so damn wide, so big and round and deep. Just like my hands being swallowed by his fur and flesh, I felt like I could just dive into the crack of his ass and be completely engulfed.

I'd tempted fate and let myself flop forward, arms spread apart, with my chest planting into the crevice of his gluteal folds and my chin resting at the top of his big buttcrack. His whole ass wobbled at the impact and my torso settled comfortably between those rotund fuzzy globes.

"You having fun back there?" Mike was unable to make eye contact as he spoke, but I could hear a hint of amusement in his voice.

I'd barely spoken. I mostly just purred and I rubbed my cheek over where his sacrum lay, pressing small kisses into his tailbone. It was heaven.

"Mmmmm..."

Mike chuckled to himself, and I felt a ripple run through his flesh like a seismic measure of his amusement. Everything was peaceful, sensual, and sublime, until I'd pushed my luck and tasted a mouthful of thick hair.

"Wooahhhokay there." Mike's tremendous body suddenly twisted, causing his thighs and ass to clench and squeeze me from the tension of his torque. "Settle down there, little kitty."

"No? You don't want me up in there? Like earlier today?"

Mike's calm had dissipated and his trademark bashful grumbling returned.

"That was...too much. I took it too far."

"Really? But didn't you like it? Having me clean you? And worship you? Every single inch? I can think of another inch that I could clean for you." I planted another, wetter kiss on his buttcheek, signalling my appetite for a deep and thorough cleaning.

Mike breathed a heavy sigh, still face down and looking away from me.

"Ahhhh...fuck...I think it's better we don't go there. Into...that territory. It was fun today, it's just...the thought of you...licking me there...I don't think that's for me."

I'd chuckled at his reluctance. "Well, no one likes it at first. You just have to break the wall and then it will feel good."

"Yeah, I'm sure it does feel good. I get that there are nerve endings and...when a gorgeous little blonde girl presses her tongue into them...yeah, I'm sure it's great. But it's kinda...gay, you know?"

I smiled and scoffed a bit, not sure how to respond. "Well...it's not...gay. I'm a girl and you're a big burly man. It's totally hetero, chum." Mike shook his head.

"No, it's...definitely, kinda gay. Like, I'm sure if a guy sucked my dick it would feel good too, but...I just...don't wanna go there."

I didn't push him further, already having gained so much ground in one day. I didn't want to push it any further. And it's not easy to convince men of what is and is not gay, once they've made their minds up. Instead I just nestled into the lovely space between his furry thighs, looking up at the ceiling like in some hammock of hairy ass.

"Sure thing, big guy. Just let me know if you ever change your mind."

"Yeah..."

We stayed like that for a while in a comfortable silence. It was a rather ridiculous position, but it felt perfectly serene and intimate, without the burden of roleplaying or artifice. Curled up in Mike's ass was the first time I felt like his girlfriend.

The thought had made me snicker to myself quietly.

"Hey, so...you've done that before...with other guys?"

"Uh...yeah. With one guy."

"With Jason?"

"Oh, no...it was another guy after Jason."

Mike had met Jason but we had never truly dated. My last boyfriend, arguably my only real boyfriend, had introduced me to analingus. He had prodded and provoked and opened me up to some kinks that made me the precocious little nymph that I was. Mike had asked me for the number of guys I'd slept with but had never asked for more details than that.

"Right..."

It had seemed as though there would be follow up questions, but none were asked. Instead we just got into a normal sleeping position and spent our first proper night together, about three weeks into this thing we were doing.

The morning came and the quiet intimacy of the previous night dissipated as we stirred ourselves awake. Mike seemed comfortable in returning his role as the demanding client.

"Hey. Blowjob." His gruff deep voice was raspier from morning throat phlegm, and somehow made him sound even more commanding. I acquiesced without hesitation, crawling between his thighs and breaking fast on jumbo sausage and milk. Mike laid face up with his thighs spread apart to lure me in. Once my face was nuzzled tight into his paunch and his erect morning wood was crowding my uvula, he brought his legs back together and locked me in place with the abundant girth of his thighs. I didn't struggle at all; I just bobbed and sucked with delight from the prison of his crotch.

Mike began to moan with pleasure, though it soon turned into more of a groan. I only barely noticed something was off just before his ass cheeks clenched and he ripped a huge morning fart. The hot gas erupted in a bubbly trumpet, warming my face and chest, and flooding my nostrils. My mouth was so full of meat and saliva, I practically choked on his cock as I burst out in muted laughter.

"Heh heh...sorry, couldn't hold it." I had to pull my head back and let his wet cock slip out of my mouth, saliva running down my face.

"Oh god...dude..." It stank bad. I tasted the greasy Chinese food we'd had the night before. I couldn't stop choking, laughing, and struggling to breathe. I wasn't even offended as much as I was stupefied. "Oh dear god...Mike...savage."

"Hey, a woman should learn to love a man's gas, right?" He was more amused with himself than embarrassed. "Now finish me off, slut. I might have another one in there."

Once I could breathe again, I took his cock back in my mouth and went to town on that big dick until my protein shake was ready. Once it hit the back of my throat, I swallowed it down with appreciation. Mike released me from between his thighs and looked down at me with a cocky smirk.

That was day four of our two week agreement, and I had one of the two evening shifts that I couldn't get out of. Mike was fully back in his role, ordering me to make him breakfast and walk around naked while he ate. Unfortunately I'm a shit cook, so it was kind of a disaster. Mike told me I was lucky I knew how to suck dick. He taunted me as I got ready for work, putting on my black bra and panties, a snug white top, and my tight black dress overtop. I had brought my heels and overnight bag, so I put on some light makeup and showed the final product off to him.

"Jesus..." I stood in a form-fitting black dress, black heels, with my blonde hair slicked back. I didn't really like makeup but I wore enough at work to accent my eyes and my lips. I put my hands on my hips and posed for him as he sized me up. "You look great...get down on your knees."

I hesitated only the slightest bit before slowly lowering myself into a squat, thighs pressed together, and tilted forward onto my knees. Mike sat at his kitchen table and stared down at me with an open mouth. He looked commanding and committed to a play session before my shift. I considered the time and knew that I only had a half hour before I needed to leave.

Nonetheless, I posed for him and huffed out a pouty breath.

"You like it when I dress up? Should this be my proper work attire for when I serve you?"

"Fuck yeah. Anything less than this and I might have to...punish you..."

"Ooohh..."

Mike slowly stood up, rising to his full height of six-eight and looking even further down the ridge of his nose at me. He took a step forward so I was even further beneath him.

"Now down on all fours." Again, I obliged with ease. I planted my palms a few inches in front of his big fat, hairy feet. "Yeah..."

I craned my neck up to see him grabbing his crotch with one hand and squeezing his big bulge. I started to worry that he had plans that would make me messy right before work, but nonetheless I wiggled my hips for his amusement.

"Now walk around like a dog."

Jesus, it was embarrassing. The heels made it even stupider as I paced around in circles for Mike. I had about twenty five minutes until I needed to leave.

"I got you something, you know..." I had no clue what Mike was talking about. "I'll show you."

Mike stepped right over me to stomp off to his bedroom, and quickly returned with a black leather collar. I saw it dangle between his fingers and I scoffed. Mike didn't hesitate to lean down and tie it around my neck. He clasped it fairly tight with a chuckle.

"Perfect. It matches your outfit. My little doggy...my little bitch."

The feeling of Mike's collar tight around my throat added a new dimension of depravity, as did the undeniable edge of the word 'bitch'. Despite that impact, I was actually impressed that he'd bothered to buy it for me, probably ordered from Amazon. My fingers grazed the leather as I wondered how I should respond.

"I'm not your dog! I'm your little kitty..." I pouted to emphasize what my proper nickname should be.

"Yeah, okay...my little pussycat. You like your collar?"

I huffed a little breath.

"Yes. Thank you, daddy."

I looked up to see Big Mike smile real big down at me.

"Yeah...you can wear it to work tonight...to reminder you that you're still working for me."

The thought had me reeling. I imagined actually wearing a black choker to work, thinking of what the floor manager would say. I had no intention of complying but I played along regardless.

"Okay..."

Big Mike stared down at me for a while. While I was dolled up in all black and heels, he was barefoot in his typical grey sweats and a grease-stained t-shirt. I nuzzled up affectionately against his leg like a cat marking the corner of a wall. He seemed contented.

"What a good little pet. You look so good down there...I think I'm gonna have to fuck you."

As commanding as his bassy voice was, I cringed at the thought. I literally had fifteen minutes to leave so that I could walk to work on time and I knew there was no way I could take Mike's cock and clean up in time without being late. I wasn't even sure I'd be able to walk properly afterwards, depending on how he decided to fuck me.

"Oh Mike, I...want it so bad, it's just...can we wait until tonight? So I can really enjoy it?"

"Nah...I'll fuck you now." Again, Mike stepped right over me and walked to the kitchen. He grabbed a six pack of beer and returned with a big smirk. I felt the thump of each heavy footstep as he walked across the room and sat down. His body weight caused the floor to shudder as his ass hit the couch. He cracked a beer and beckoned me. "Now crawl over here, little pussy."

I hesitantly obeyed, too occupied by the anticipation of a busy restaurant shift to really enjoy the casual dominance he was displaying. I crawled on the floor to the space between his thighs, the coffee table behind me and Mike's knee's creating walls boxing me in. Above me was his majesty, his huge belly looming in front of me and a calm, yet frightening smile on his bearded face.

"Oh, Mike, it's just your cock...it's so big...it might paralyze me. If we wait till tonight..."

"Nope. Now shut up and spread your legs, slut." Mike was quick to dismiss me and then pound his beer. He gulped it down in a few seconds, and then parted his fat lips. "Aahh..." He patted his big belly and gurgled out a deep belch.

If it weren't for the time crunch I would've swooned at the sight of his drinking that beer and the sound his satisfaction. I didn't want to argue after receiving such an order, so I sat back, hiked up my skirt and spread my legs for the master. My heels lifted my feet off the ground enough that my knees were bent at a sharp and uncomfortable angle. Mike sucked back another beer, looking pleasured at my submission.

I wasn't sure what he wanted me to do in that position, sitting on the floor with my legs spread apart. He didn't even say anything for a minute or two, just drinking his beer and looking down at me over the slope of his mountainous belly. After staring me down, he pulled up the bottom of his shirt a bit, exposing his the black forest of his furry belly. He scratched himself, chugged some more beer and belched. I just watched him, watching me.

Mike crushed an empty can and opened another. He smacked his lips as he quickly gulped half the can. He pulled up his shirt some more and gave his huge belly a pat. He'd fully exposed himself to me at that point, his upper chest covered but his mammoth belly on full display. After gulping some more beer and gurgled out a deeper, longer belch.

"Aaahhh..."Mike patted his belly again and rubbed his fat palm in circles.

It was clear that he was teasing me. Putting the fear of his cock in me, arousing me with that gorgeous belly. He knew the sight of his appetite being satisfied was itself an erotic display to me. He knew he was getting me wet right before work; it was even more torturous with that tight leather collar around my neck, as a reminder of my confinement to him.

"You see this, here? This is a deep dark hole." Mike used his fingers to gesture to the furry crevice of his belly button. It was more like a fold than a regular navel. He ran the tips of his fingers around it, grazing the thick, coarse body hair. "It goes real deep in here."

Mike was dripping in confidence and it was flooding over me. He had me pinned down with his deep voice, dolled up in feminine display, and unable to move, with my legs spread for his amusement. He gestured to the dark depths of his own corpulent flesh, captivating me with his abundance. He drank yet another beer, slowly and loudly gulping as the alcohol passed his fat lips, taunting the expanse of both his thirst and his sexual appetite. I was drowning.

"You know, my belly button goes so deep, it's like a black hole." Mike's pudgy fingertips circled the rim of his navel. "If something goes in here...it could end up anywhere." Mike's eyes darted down between my thighs and he licked his thick lips. "I could even reach that sweet little pussy."

His fingertips probed gently into the circumference of his navel, and he touched me.

"Mnhh..." I murmured without intending to, and a smile appeared on Mike's face.

Mike had only dipped one digit of his two fingertips into his navel, but as if through some telekinesis, I could almost feel his fingerprints in me. His oozing sexuality was so thick that it felt like air pressure between us, as though his fingers entering the empty space of his flesh was forcing that dense pressure between my thighs and into me.

He pushed his fingers in a little bit deeper, and I swore I could feel an equivocal length spread my lips apart. I was horny, agitated, rushed, and my body felt warm. I knew I needed to leave but I couldn't think about how much time I had left. I just knew I wasn't going to move until Mike was done with me.

"Ooh...it's nice and warm inside you. Do you feel me in there?" His deep voice provided locomotion for my growing arousal.

"Yes...daddy." It wasn't a lie. Whether through psychosomatic stimulation or some burgeoning X-Men ability, Mike was fingering me from three feet away.

He pulled his fingers out and brought them to his nose. He took a big whiff, licked his lips, and then stuck them in his mouth.

"Mmmmm...what a tasty little pussy you have."

I huffed out a small breath, still annoyed that he wasn't letting me leave yet unable to deny the pleasure he was subjecting me to. I wanted to close shut my legs but I didn't dare.

"In we go again." Mike's fingers plunged halfway inside of me.

"Oh, fuck..." I wasn't lying and Mike knew it.

He began gently probing in and out, from his fingertips to his second knuckle, and I felt each stroke massage the walls of my vagina. His rhythm was slow but consistent, and I could no longer ignore the understanding that he was going to get me off.

"Wow, you're so wet. You're such a horny slut..." His guess was on the mark. He had lubricated me with his voice and with his mind. "Let's go even deeper now."

He plunged the full length of both chubby fingers inside of me and I winced at the impact of his psychic sodomy. His rhythm increased as well, sending little waves of forced pleasure through my pelvis.

Mike leaned back on his throne in smug domination. He gulped his beer and casually diddled me with one hand. Every so often I would wonder how much more I could give to Mike, or how much more he could take from me. This little event made me realize that I still had no clue where the bottom was or how far I could fall.

"Ooh, I can feel your pussy throbbing. You just can't wait to come, can you?" Like the words of God, Mike spoke and so it became true. I felt my hips inflamed by his touchless provocation. He kept plunging those thick digits into his furry belly button until my hips were bumping on the ground in anticipation of my climax.

"Ah!" My shrill exclamation was evidence of Mike's frightening power over me, and he knew it. He chugged back his sixth beer, crushed the can, and roared a wet belch. His control of me was almost loose and careless; he knew that all he needed to do was say the word.

"Oh, here we go...you're just about to come..." His girthy hand slipped out of his navel for just a second before balling into a fat, hairy fist and plunging back in, wrist deep. "Now."

He spoke with a flat and even tone, while his voice was deep and calm. In contrast, I squealed like a Chihuahua and thrust my hips off the ground. My glutes contracted fully and my two inch heels dug into the floor. My body arced in a way that showed off years of yoga and my pelvis throbbed as warm nectar drip between my lips.

Mike removed his meaty fist from within the black hole of his belly and I swear I could feel its presence leave me. My butt hit the ground and I clasped my thighs together in a protective instinct. The tip of Mike's index fingers returned to his navel.