He had met her at work. Becki worked at the local café as a barista, and the first time Aaron laid eyes on her, he knew he wanted her for himself. She was a short, wide-hipped beauty with blonde hair, blue eyes, and a soft, loving face that made him feel like he could tell her anything.
Although he was a good foot taller than Becki, she was rather on the heavy side, whereas he was as thin as a twig. Her breasts were enormous-- double D's at least-- and she often struggled to keep them inside her apron as she worked.
Often, as they talked, Aaron could see the thick teats of her nipples poking out from her clothing, and that was when he suddenly decided to ask her out. She gave him his number, and on the third date they went to his apartment to have sex.
Becki was topless, but she wore a pair of black yoga pants that accentuated her curves. It gave her a dominatrix-y vibe that Aaron liked a lot more than he would ever admit, and the fact that he was completely naked only made the power dynamic seem even greater. After making out on the bed for a couple minutes, Becki laid on his stomach on her side, using her elbow to support her, effectively pinning Aaron down by the waist.
"Do you trust me?" she said.
"Yes," he said.
"Good."
Her head dropped behind her shoulders, and then something thick and soft latched itself onto the crown of his cock. It was an unfamiliar, exquisitely comfortable sensation, as if his manhood had slipped into a tiny patch of heaven. Then something muscular and rough wriggled against his slit, and he gasped. His toes curled instinctively; it felt so good. He bucked his hips, trying to feel it again, but Becki only pulled her head back in concert with his movements, making a warning noise in her throat.
"Mm-mm-mm!" she hummed.
The message was clear: he was not to move unless Becki said so. He tried to hold still. He tensed all of his muscles and squeezed his eyes shut. Becki's thick lips tightened around his cock, and then suddenly, without warning, her head dropped down against him, plunging his entire shaft in hot heaven as she worked at him with her tongue and lips like some kind of alien sex demon. Caught out of breath, Aaron let out a squeak of pure terror as her mouth brought him to new heights of pleasure.
Aaron had never felt his cock this hard in his entire life. He remembered the first time he had ever had a blowjob. He was twenty-one, in college, and had just come home with a college girl he'd met at a party. Chloe was twenty-two, a short, muscled brunette with a pair of tits that seemed so big that everyone thought they were implants. As soon as they'd reached his apartment and closed the door, Chloe had pinned his shoulders to the wall, ripped off his shirt, and began to reach for his cock in a series of descending kisses: starting from his throat, she worked her way down to the tip of his cock, where, after unbuckling his belt, she'd began to suck his cock through his boxers, until the wetness of her saliva had soaked the fabric completely.
He tried to move out of an instinctive sense of panic, but that woman had latched onto him, and the fabric seemed nearly welded to his skin. He mewled; he moaned; he begged. She just kept on sucking. He screamed when he came, and Chloe never even had to swallow. His knees buckled; he fell to the floor, directly into Chloe's loving embrace. As he hyperventilated in her enormous chest, a thick string of saliva leaking from the corner of his mouth, she had whispered loving nonsense into his ears, having reduced him from a dominant and cocky frat boy to a hot, whimpering mess in less than five minutes. From that day on, Aaron thought that he had reached the apex of sexual pleasure.
Up until now, he had been right.
But Becki's mouth was something else. It was otherworldly. There wasn't the kinkiness of sucking his cock through another layer of fabric, but that only worked in Becki's favor. Working masterfully inside her mouth, Becki's tongue seemed almost to be trying to grind his cockhead down to a nub in a way that could send any man into an unending fit of screaming pleasure. It pushed and battered at his corona, flitted against his glans, glided up and down his shaft in ways he never thought physically possible.
"Gnk. Gnh! Grh. Guh!" he grunted weakly, each time her head bounced up and down on him. He didn't have enough lung capacity to scream. Becki twisted her head as she went down again, creating a slick drilling sensation as the soft lining of her inner cheek ran down one side of his cock. "Ohhhhhhhhh!" Aaron said, pitching his head back against the feather pillows as far back as he could go. He grew lightheaded as his vision began to blur at the edges.
Aaron tried to look at what was happening in a sexual delirium, but he could only see Becki's back and shoulders, the way her lithe and massively proportioned body was curled up on him, pinning his waist between her butt and her elbow. His cock twitched involuntarily against Becki's tongue, which sent sparks of explosive red pleasure throbbing through the head of his cock.
Aaron closed his eyes again, trying to focus on the sensations. He tasted salt; he realized he was biting his lower lip hard enough to draw blood. He lifted his head and rammed it back on his pillow again in a fit of miserable pleasure. He thrashed his head from side to side. He opened his mouth to scream. Then the base of his cock began to ache, a hard, powerful flexing of his penis that began to indicate the coming of a massive orgasm--probably the biggest orgasm he had had, and with her mouth forced against it, it only served to generate more stimulation as his sexual muscle pressed harder and harder against the plush pillows of her sausage thick lips.
He felt the monumental stirring in his loins, the hot, lovely feeling surging up from his balls to the base of his cock. He was going to come. He could feel it. His cock had become such a sensitive probe for pleasure that even the slightest tickle from her tongue could reduce him to a shuddering mess, and she used his positional blindness to her advantage by toying with him, keeping him on the very edge by teasing him with barely perceptible licks from her tongue.
"Becki!" Aaron gasped. "Please. Let me come!"
Becki ignored him. He might as well be shouting into the void. The tip of her tongue would flit across his slit, and then seemingly vanish. After repeating this process five or six times, Aaron would flinch and squirm at the slightest disturbance, even when she hadn't touched him at all. By keeping his cock in her mouth but not touching it, she had created a sensory deprivation chamber where Aaron was subject to phantom licks. Unable to tell what was real and what wasn't, Aaron began to whine, whimpering submissive nonsense in exchange for a sexual release.
Then Becki took her head off him, and gasped, laughing: "Oh, that was so close!" she said, and lightly swatted at his cock with her hand. It bobbed uselessly in the air, looking less like a cock than a red, engorged club capped by a giant purple gumdrop, shining with saliva and precum.
Aaron groaned. He had been so close to release, and yet Becki had decided to keep him in this state. He tried flexing his cock as hard as he could, hoping that it would somehow rub off on her and create just that much more stimulation he needed to come, but she kept her hands well away from his isolated member. At that moment, he realized he wanted nothing more in the entire world than to be inside her mouth, in that hot, warm place where he knew he belonged.
"Let me come!" he said, but Becki didn't move. She didn't even turn around.
"Just be patient," Becki said softly, stroking my testicles lovingly. "You don't have to cum just yet. In a few hours, you'll thank me for it. In fact, you won't even be able to walk, it'll feel so good."
"A few hours?!" Aaron shouted. Even though he couldn't see Becki's face, he could tell she was grinning. "Listen, you--"
He bit his lip in frustration, but didn't say anything. Despite how wired he was, he could barely move with Becki's thick body pinning him to the mattress. For the time being, he wasn't going anywhere. She was in control.
"Just go to sleep," Becki whispered. "I'll be here with you. Aren't you tired, baby?"
