Busty Blonde Cassandra

The nude, cum-covered blonde's big tits bounced and slapped against Big Meat's back as he ran. Her heart was racing as fast as his bare feet. Cassandra wanted to ask where they were going but the looming, rundown industrial buildings that littered the quiet street gave her pause.

"Almost there," he growled. Cass could feel the rumble of his low voice as he spoke. It had to be early afternoon, Cass thought, but there was no car or foot traffic. No cars were parked along the street. Weeds sprang up through every crack in the concrete.

Big Meat took a sharp right and swiftly made his way to a lonely, weathered house in a desolate neighborhood. Cass felt a lump swell in her throat as she looked at the decayed two-story house with peeling white paint and a cluttered front porch. Before she could open her mouth to ask any one of a dozen questions, Big Meat pounded a heavy fist on the wooden door.

His voice boomed. "Yo! Open up! It's Meat."

They waited there on the porch for an awkward minute. The cum that hadn't fallen off of her during their escape was dripping into a puddle on the rough concrete step. Finally, Cass heard footsteps, then the door was flung open. Dangling upside-down and leaning to one side, she saw a skinny black man with tight cornrows emerge from the shady house. He was an inch or two shorter than Big Meat but 100 pounds lighter. He wore a white wife beater and was puffing a blunt while holding the door. He nearly dropped his smoke when he noticed the cum-covered blonde slung over Meat's shoulder.

"AAYY, BRUH! Where yo' nasty black ass find this sticky ass ho? I heard y'all was picked up last night, nigga. How you comin' 'round so quick wit' some -"

Big Meat bulldozed through the doorway. Cass's round ass grazed the top of the door frame as they entered. This time the tall, wiry pothead did drop his blunt as he gawked at Cassandra's huge round tits bouncing against Big Meat's back.

"Close the door, dumbass," Big Meat's voice was like thunder as he lowered the big-tittied blonde to her feet. "Can'tcha see I just broke the fuck outta jail? Close them blinds, too."

The dumbass kept staring at Cass's soft and sexy white meat while slamming the door and fumbling to turn the lock. The only word he could muster at that moment was an astounded and hushed, "Fuck." He hurried around pulling the blinds closed while glancing back at the busty white girl who was taking in her unkempt surroundings. "Fuck," he mumbled again.

"Yo, Dray," Big Meat called out while digging through the cluttered fridge in the messy kitchen, "lemme use your phone."

"I still got one o' yo' burna phones in the draw on ya left, nigga. Use dat."

Big Meat pulled a 40 ounce beer bottle out of the fridge, slammed it shut with a clang then pulled out the drawer full of junk.

"Gotta make some bidness calls," he told Cass before giving her a loud, stinging smack on the ass and walking down the hall to a back room. "Get yo' fine ass cleaned up fo' me," he said, closing the door behind himself.

Cassandra was glad for an excuse to leave the dilapidated living room. Dray stared at the busty blonde with utter bewilderment, like an infant seeing fireworks. She was relieved to see him finally sit down on the blanket-covered couch rather than standing so awkwardly in front of it. It was less relieving, though, that he stuck a hand down his gray sweatpants and started groping at himself.

"Um...so..." Cass started awkwardly, "Where's your bathroom?"

"Yo!" He snapped his fingers and pointed at her. "I knew I recognized yo' fine, sexy ass!" Dray bobbed up and down in his sunken seat on the beaten up couch. "They been memin' yo' ass all over! I seent you on 'White Women Wildin'." He grabbed his smartphone, tapping and swiping until he found an image, then he stood up, and shoved the screen in Cass's uncomfortable face. She was dismayed to see the dumbass was right. A photo showing her naked self, with her face, tits and back coated in cum laying collapsed in the sand with her ass up accompanied by large text reading "HOW YO BITCH END UP AFTER SHE AKS ME TO SUNSCREEN HER BACK".

Dray's eyes and mouth were wide open for a silent moment before he burst into grating hyena-like laughter. The busty blonde had a sickly, uneasy feeling run through her as she feigned a smile. She chose to neither confirm or deny the poorly worded meme, though the cackling black man was obviously certain it was her.

The skunky smell of weed and tobacco swirling with the lingering smell of a whole police department worth of jizz was starting to make her feel lightheaded. She looked around at the curling wallpaper and thick layers of dust along the window sills before turning her gaze back to the giggling pothead. With one hand still on his dick and the other holding his phone to his dopey eyes, Cass suspected he was taking a picture of her and decided it was time to make a move.

"Are you, like, always covered in cum, or like, what?" He laughed at his own question.

"Um," She wasn't sure how to answer, "...can I use your bathroom?" She asked again.

Dray nodded to the hallway with a sly smile, "On yo' right." The instant she turned away from him, she noticed he had held his phone high and aimed it at her.

Cassandra felt his eyes follow her bouncing tits and wobbling ass cheeks as she walked. Once she was inside the shabby bathroom and had closed the door behind her, she inhaled a deep, unpleasant breath. There was no lock on the door. Her bright blue eyes fell on a well-loved magazine titled 'Juggs' featuring a dye-job redhead with bright red lipstick and big, bare, unnaturally round fake tits.

A trickle of pride in her own natural beauty tingled down her spine. Standing still and considering her situation for a moment, she noticed Big Meat's muffled voice coming from the next room. She stepped barefoot into the grimy bathtub and pressed her ear to the wall.

"Yeah, tonight," she heard his booming voice say, "make sure you got ALL my fuckin' money. If you miss one fuckin' dolla bill, you goin' in the grave right next to yo' dipshit motha. Believe me when I say dat, nigga." He paused, then continued, "I don't give a shit. Get it legit. Pay for it, nigga. Bring it to Draymond Brown's."

The conversation was over. Cass scrambled, fearful Big Meat might come in to piss and somehow discover her eavesdropping. She decided to sit on the toilet and thumb through the crinkled issue of 'Juggs.'

Since she was already pretending to pee, Cass decided she might as well just do it. She could feel the floorboards bend as Big Meat walked back down the hallway toward Draymond. Even from the bathroom, Cassandra smelled the obnoxiously dense stench of burning marijuana.

After comparing herself to a dozen or more topless bimbos, Cass dropped the magazine and listened to the muffled drone of the bad boys' chit chat. The piercing sound of a siren made her jump to her feet. She flushed the toilet and hopped into the hallway, ready to flee.

Panic was plain on her face as she came around the corner to see Big Meat with his thick lips on a green, burbling bong. Draymond wheezed at her with a vacant grin, "They comin' fo' you, blondie!" He cackled and coughed, hitting his chest while Big Meat blew a storm cloud of sour smoke at her face.

Cass walked through the cloud fanning at it with her hand. It stung her eyes and her nose at once. "Shouldn't we be, like, keeping a low profile?" She was squinting to see Big Meat's shirtless body. He must have left his orange jumpsuit in the other room. The sheer size and definition of his muscles mesmerized her.

Big Meat spat out smoke as he spoke to her. "Fifty fuckin' trap houses in this 'hood danker than this shithole. They gon' be busy for a while fixin' up that limp lesbo bitch anyway." He pointed his forefinger and pinky at her while handing the bong to Dray, adding, "We just layin' low here for a couple a hours. You get it?"

Before Cass could think, she responded, shrugging, "Yeah. Yeah." Her brain was panicking but none of her thoughts could gain any traction.

"Good. Now get back in there and wash yo' self up. I ain't gonna tell ya again."

Dray blew another thick cloud of smoke at her as she turned her back. Returning to the bathroom, Cass found the hot water faucet in the grubby bathtub and turned it all the way. She looked at herself in the smudged mirror while the tub filled. After pulling the hair ties out of her pigtails, she fluffed her golden blonde hair and felt the dried cum that clung to it here and there. Much more apparent was the thin white mask of sperm dried on her face. Her tongue thoughtlessly reached out for a taste of the jizz on her cheek.

'That limp lesbo bitch,' Cass wondered whether the sadistic police captain had a broken jaw or a fractured skull or even a pulse after Big Meat's fist propelled her into the iron bars. She wondered what Sergeant MacFarland would make of their escape and whether she would ever see him again.

She was pleasantly surprised to see the burbling bath water was steaming hot. After finding a half-empty bottle of generic shampoo and conditioner she climbed into the tub. The water was searing hot but Cass didn't mind. Her skin quickly turned red as she sank into a comfortable place and let out a big sigh.

She soaked her hair, keeping her face just above the water's surface, and soon she was fast asleep. Faint sounds of television and police sirens punctured her fleeting dreams. When she opened her eyes again, the water had turned lukewarm and the sun was just beginning to set. The bathroom door had been opened and a set of towels were left on the floor beside her.

Cass quickly wiped her wet skin with her hands. Her holes were a little sore but her throat was the most sore of all. She'd been proud of deepthroating Klaus's cock but if she could even fit Big Meat's tip in her mouth she'd feel like an Olympian. Part of her hoped that the crass German saw Big Meat carry her away. What might he have thought then, she mused.

Cassandra stood in the tub and wrung her long hair out. Cool water ran down her huge breasts, leaving her nipples stiff and dripping. Admiring her flat stomach and narrow waist while looking between her tits, Cass tried to recall the last time she had eaten anything other than cum. She pulled the plug on the drain and watched the thick soup of bathtub grime and policemen cum swirl down. Feeling a chill now, she hurried to dry herself with the towel that seemed most clean, then she grabbed a large, slightly crusty brown bathrobe and threw it over herself before leaving the bathroom.

Draymond was still on the couch with his hand down his sweatpants, mouth hanging open and eyelids barely cracked as the TV flashed and blared. Cass walked barefoot down the hall toward him then spotted Big Meat in the kitchen standing at the stove. She hoped to avoid Dray's line of sight as she hopped into the kitchen and tossed her wet hair out of her face.

"What's cookin'?" She asked, bouncing on her heels.

"Steak." He slapped a thick slab of beef into the pan with melted butter.

Cass glanced from the two pound piece of sizzling meat to Big Meat's bulging shoulder and chest muscles. He is an apex predator, Cass swooned, inhaling the delectable, savory scents of protein and fat. Her stomach growled with hunger; her loins panged too. Her throat and asshole had been given a good stretch recently, and now her tight pussy was feeling envious. Big Meat took a swig of his cheap malt beer and turned to face Cassandra. She hung her head low and stared unabashed at his baggy gray sweatpants, searching for a trace of the monster hidden within.

"Lookin' fo' summin'?" He grinned at her.

Cass's pretty little face blushed as she pivoted one foot demurely. She raised her head and caught his amber eyes with her bright blues. The scar across Meat's face was brutish and regal. She was sure he would eat the steak rare and bloody like the bengal tiger she likened him to upon first glance. Though, now, without the orange jumpsuit, and baring his strong, onyx black torso, he might resemble more of a jaguar, she mused.

"Is that steak for me? What are you gonna eat?" She gave a playful smile and let the oversized bathrobe slip down her shoulders.

"How the hell you gon' eat two pounds of red meat, blondie?" His voice dipped even lower as he teased her, each bassy word making her innards tremble.

"I'll get it in me one way or another," she assured him with a purr, letting the bathrobe slip down to her elbows so her hard nipples peeked out of the fabric. "I'll do whatever it takes."

Big took another swig of beer and stepped toward the freshly bathed and beautiful buxom blonde. She bit down on her plump lower lip with feverish anticipation. Before they could make contact, the red-eyed third-wheel came around the corner holding a lighter up to the fat joint in his lip. Cass shrugged her bathrobe back onto her shoulders and stepped closer to Big Meat.

"Smells fuckin' good in here, nigga," Dray spoke with smoke sputtering out of his mouth, "can't tell if it's the steak makin' me drool or the hot blonde pussy." He did his best to give a wry smile but it fell flat.

Big Meat grabbed the joint from Dray's lip and told him, "Only jailbreakers havin' steak tonight. Make yo' self some oatmeal or some shit, nigga." The lit end of the joint blazed bright and crackled as Big Meat filled his giant lungs with weed smoke. The gears in Dray's mind were turning slowly. Cass stood between them in silence for a moment. If Big Meat weren't here, she might find Dray tall and imposing, like a wannabe basketball player. But next to her black bengal tiger, he looked like a lanky loser.

Just as Dray looked prepared to speak, Meat cut him off, "Thanks fo' the weed, nigga. Go sit ya ass down and start bumpin' some trap shit fo' us. We celebratin', nigga."

"Aight, nigga. Fine." Dray turned and pouted, walking back to the couch. "Let you fill my fuckin' freezer full a steaks 'n' shit," he mumbled.

Grateful that her tiger had chased off the scavenger jackal, Cass tried to catch Big Meat's eyes again but he had already returned to the stove. He flipped the steak and the sizzling sound swelled. The smoke from the cooking beef swirled with the smoke from Meat's joint as he puffed away.

His eyes were fixed on the pan as he tapped the ash off the joint and handed it to Cassandra.

"Um... I..." she started to protest then stopped. She took the joint and held it gingerly to her lips. At first she didn't get any smoke out of it so she sucked harder. Instantly her lungs burned. She coughed and sent skunky smoke out of her nose and mouth. Her eyes were watering as she swaddled herself in the large bathrobe.

Big Meat smiled, his eyelids were low and his movements slow as he pulled the steak from the stove and onto a plate. Rap music came blasting rudely from the living room. Cass tried to hand the joint back to Big but he ignored her.

"Gotta let it rest a minute." He said before turning to the junk-mail laden dining table. He shoved the papers to the floor and pulled up two chairs.

"Hit that shit again," he commanded.

She obeyed. Taking a deep breath before bringing the joint back to her lips, Cass inhaled long and steady until her lungs felt completely full.

"Hold it." He finished his beer bottle and watched her.

Her throat spasmed. He stepped toward her. Cass whimpered, deperate for relief. He stood over her and offered an open palm.

"Give it here." He gently grasped the joint and firmly planted his big, thick-lipped mouth over her own, catching all the smoke that poured out. She moaned and blew smoke from her nose as his heavy warm tongue swirled and pushed against hers. She gave it back, licking and teasing his taste buds through a mouthful of intoxicating fumes. He moaned back into her, deep and powerfully.

The tongue-tied blonde inhaled through her nose, smelling her dusky, musky man. His big strong hand held the wet hair on the back of her head as his long tongue tasted her inner mouth flesh and even her molars. Cassandra felt dizzy and weightless. Her heart pumped with lust. He smelled different from all the men she had been with: powerfully musky and a little vinegary, almost disgustingly so, but the aroma of cigar smoke and cognac came through and made her want to inhale more of him. Why cognac and not cheap beer? Cass couldn't make sense of it.

Her brain swirled and melted as their tongues twirled, teased and tasted each other. The busty, moaning blonde noticed all of her physical senses were loosened. Pleasantly dizzy and warm, she wrapped her arms around her big black man and groped at his immense muscles. Even after the two of them finally tried to pull apart, a thick shimmering strand of saliva kept them connected for another few seconds before it snapped and fell to Big Meat's broad chest.

The blue eyed bimbo glanced down and noticed the twitching tiger-snake in his sweatpants. Another thick strand of spit nearly drooled out of her gaping mouth.

"C'mon, get some dinner," Big Meat grinned at her. Cassandra was gobsmacked that he stepped away from her, grabbed the steak and sat at the table.

He smirked at her. The size and weight of his big fat cock made the thigh of his left pant leg droop. How can he walk around with that thing - she desperately wanted to ask. Cass's stomach growled again. Or maybe it was her cunt... Suddenly she was even more flushed and warm, and rather than pull up a chair of her own she decided to sit on that left thigh of his. She told herself that maybe, if she was really good, she could make his trouser snake jump up and bite her.

Being a beautiful petite blonde, albeit with enormous perky tits and a plump round ass, she felt like a child on Santa's lap. His leg was like stone. With his foot planted, he raised his heel a few times to effortlessly make his bimbo's big titties bounce and jiggle until they escaped the bathrobe. Cass smiled and turned away in feigned shyness. Her pussy was starting to soak the robe and soon it would leak through to soak his sweatpants. Just marking my territory, she mused.

She tossed her long wet hair back and watched Big Meat cut a chunk of steak. He fed himself first, then he fed Cass. The first bite was so salty, juicy and savory that she wanted to devour the whole plate by herself. With how little she had eaten the past two days, it was tough to watch Big Meat chew and eat so slowly before offering her another piece.

She admired every moving muscle as her black tiger tore, chewed, and swallowed his prey. Then, when it was her turn for a bite, he gently placed a modest piece of beef on her tongue. Back and forth they went until all the beef was gone. Cass couldn't remember the last time a man cooked for her.

Lightheaded and thoroughly stoned, the half-naked blonde watched Big Meat raise an empty beer bottle to his lips. Her heart fluttered as she spun a half-baked thought into words.

"If that brown bottle is empty..." she started slowly, her eyelids only half open, "you can just drink from these big boobies..."

Big smiled at her with sleepy red eyes. "Aight, bet."

Wrapping one arm around her narrow waist and grabbing the round, plush flesh of her hefty left tit with his big right hand, he raised her pink, stiff nipple to his thick black lips. His tongue came out first, licking and bathing her entire nipple with his spit. Cassandra gasped and placed a hand on his rock hard shoulder to steady herself while he drew from her. His mouth was as strong as the rest of him. Like he was siphoning gasoline, he sucked hard and firm with concave cheeks.

"Oh shit!" Cass tossed her head back and moved her free hand to the plump tit being pumped. He moaned hot breath on her flesh, inhaling her smell and making goosebumps raise on her soft skin. She tried to knead and pull her udder the way MacFarland had taught her. It was trickier now that the pressure was on, but she was confident she had done it right after thin white streams of milk dribbled onto either side of his square jaw.