My Weekend Away
I guess you could say it started with lunch at the food court. My boyfriend had accidentally gotten a vegan dish he didn't like. I, for my part, filled up on Chinese which, if you ask me, was why food courts were invented in the first place. I had delicious vegetable fried rice with bits of egg, corn and peas, General Tsu's chicken and pork fried dumplings. Healthy? Decidedly not. Yummy? Absolutely.
"That's a lot of food there," my boyfriend said, eyeing my tray. Anthony could say that. You see, Anthony likes it when I eat. Anthony likes it when I eat A LOT. It s a fetish called feederism. He likes when my stomach gets all taut and I moan in pain because I'm just so full. You would think I'd have self-control but I'm on a hell of a lot of psych meds and they make me ravenous. Anthony watched open mouthed as I dived into my food, barely pausing between bites. I hadn't eaten since my two eggs, bread and banana for breakfast three hours ago. I was
starving.
"Guess you weren't hungry?" he said with a smirk once all my food was gone. Anthony, for his part, had barely touched his dish (he ordered Chick-Fil-A once we were back at the hotel. And yes, I ate a chicken sandwich). I blushed and he grabbed my hand.
"I like it," he growled.
We were staying at the Hilton in a very nice room, and as soon as we returned to our room I flopped backwards on the bed.
"It hurts," I whined. Anthony immediately crawled on top of me.
"Did someone eat too much?" he said, pushing up my shirt. My stomach extended from my body the way it always did after a big meal. I was slightly grossed out, but Anthony was staring at me with almost reverence. That's a nice feeling so as he squished and kneaded my stomach I made up my mind to enjoy it. Finally, he reached into his back and pulled out a bottle of scented massage oil. I sat up and he removed my shirt and my bra. I will have to say my favorite part of my body are my boobs. And when Anthony fucks me, my DD breasts will bounce obscenely, sometimes even hitting me in the face like we are in a porno or something. It is very thrilling.
"Ready, baby?" Anthony asked. He definitely was. I could see his arousal pronounced very clearly through his jeans.
I nodded and he pulled my jeans and my panties off, then entered me in one swift move. It hurt a little (he is quite large) but then he started moving and pleasure emerged. I felt the food move inside me and once again I was a little grossed out by own excess but he seemed to love it. My stomach bounced too as we fucked and he stared at it (no pun intended) hungrily. Finally, he rolled off me, panting heavily, satisfied.
But not for very long. I had gotten dressed, putting on cotton gray sweatpants but no panties because "easy access". We were watching The Office. His hand snaked his hand over to my crotch and began to rub my little clit through my pants. He rubbed faster and faster and my breathing became more ragged. I went to pull his hand away but he slapped it away. My body belonged to him. I had no say. Finally, the pressure got to me, and I don't know what exactly happened, but a gush of liquid squirted onto my pants, staining them a dark, shameful color. I don't know if I peed or squirted, but he took notice and began to laugh.
"Look at that," he chortled. I blushed and squirmed out of my wet sweatpants, naked again, just the way he liked me. He purred and snuggled up next to me. Soon he was hard again and disappeared into the bathroom. He reemerged with a towel which he put under my butt.
"Babies need protection," he said, shrugging. He slipped on a condom and began fucking me hard. I could tell my earlier embarrassment had turned him on. Finally, the pressure mounted again and even more liquid squirted from me. This time I definitely squirted. All over the towel, through the towel, onto his dick. He moaned.
"We aren't sleeping on this bed tonight," he said. Luckily, there were two beds in the room.
We took a break from the sex for a while to watch Batman Returns starring Michelle Pheiffer in her Catwoman latex costume. My boyfriend got very excited watching her with a whip.