Note to reader.
Amanda is a new character for me so I really hope you enjoy this story.
I've got exciting plans for her, so if this is popular I'll write a part 2 very soon.
Enjoy.
Amanda had a pretty great life.
She had just turned 30 and ran a small but successful recruitment company.
Her husband Greg, who she'd met at university, was a high powered lawyer for huge financial planning company.
The only downside was that his highly paid job had him working all over Europe, so he was away a lot.
They had decided that it was worth the sacrifice but to sweeten the deal Greg had bought them a house in 'The Meadows'.
The Meadows was an exclusive luxury development in the suburbs. There were only 12 houses in total so they didn't come up often.
Three years ago one came on the market and they snapped it up. They needed a monster size mortgage but they could afford it.
They had talked about kids but decided they'd get around to it eventually. In the meantime they enjoyed nice holidays, fast cars and of course they lived in The Meadows.
Amanda was very outgoing and a serial organiser and she'd quickly become the face of The Meadows.
With Greg away all the time she had time on her hands and she loved nothing more than arranging a Meadows community gathering.
She ran the neighbourhood watch, the book club meetings, there were regular barbecues and they'd even recently had a Bake Off.
She was very popular amongst the residents and the whole community got on brilliantly.
There was one exception however.
Mr Bainbridge at number 6 was in his 60s, a widower who had lived in the Meadows longer than anyone. He'd bought one of the first houses built around 8 or 9 years ago.
He kept himself to himself and rarely spoke to anyone. You would see him put his golf clubs in his car 2 or 3 times a week and go to his club and he always mowed his immaculately kept lawn twice a week.
Other than that, nobody ever saw or spoke to him.
Amanda had constantly tried to engage with him. She always invited him to every event they held by putting notes through his door with her email contact address, but there was never any response.
She'd knocked at his door a couple of times when she was sure he was in, but he never answered.
The other residents teased her about it. Not sure why she was so bothered about someone who clearly had no interest in being part of the community.
This just made her more determined and she decided to go in for the kill.
One afternoon she saw him come back from golf and waited for 15 minutes before going over to his house.
She put on a nice summer dress, which was quite tight around her full figure.
She had always been on the big side but was in the gym every morning and kept herself fit. She loved having big tits and a nice round bum, she just wanted to keep her tummy flat.
She was only 5'3 tall so quite petite and any weight gain was usually quickly visible.
She looked in the mirror and topped the outfit off with some bright lippy and some expensive white trainers.
She wandered over to number 6 and was about to knock on the door when it opened.
Mr Bainbridge looked shocked to see her there.
'Can I help you,' he said sternly.
'Hi Mr Bainbridge, I'm Amanda from number 2.'
'I know who you are,' he snapped. 'You're the lady that keeps putting notes through my door.'
'So you do get them,' said Amanda brightly, trying to lighten the mood.
'They go straight in the bin.'
'Oh dear. well I wondered if I could just come in for a quick chat,' Amanda wasn't taking no for an answer and pushed her way in.
Bainbridge was not happy.
'I was just about to mow the lawn and it's really not convenient at all sorry.'
'How about a quick coffee while we chat,' said Amanda shrugging off his protests.
Bainbridge tutted. 'Not sure what there is to chat about but follow me.'
Amanda was in. She followed Bainbridge through to an open plan kitchen.
He was in pretty good shape for a guy in his 60s. He was much taller than she'd thought, probably about 6'4.
He was dressed in an old T Shirt, shorts and trainers, obviously his lawn mowing gear.
The house was immaculate, quite unusual for a guy living on his own she thought.
She tried to make small talk while he made the coffee.
'Beautiful house Mr Bainbridge, and your lawns, well they are amazing.'
'They would be if you'd let me get and mow them.' Bainbridge was grumpy now.
He handed her a coffee in a nice white mug.
'Come through,' he ushered her through to a large living room.
They sat opposite one another in armchairs.
'What exactly is it you want Miss?'
'It's Amanda actually,'
'Well Amanda actually, what is it you want?'
'Well I was hoping that I could talk to you about some of the things coming up in the Meadows Community.' Amanda said excitedly.
'The Meadows what?' shouted Bainbridge.
'The Meadows Community. The people who live here together,' Amanda countered.
'Dear god,' Bainbridge rolled his eyes.
'It's just that you are the only person who doesn't get involved. Despite my best efforts to engage with you. And now I find out you throw my notes in the bin. Well.' I'm getting my point across nicely thought Amanda.
'Let me stop you there Miss. Who do you think you are coming into my house and telling me what I should or shouldn't do. I don't need little Miss Prissy Pants organising me,' Bainbridge shouted.
Bainbridge stood up. 'Now if you don't mind,' he pointed to the door.
Amanda wasn't looking at the door.
She was looking at the enormous tent that had formed in the shorts of this ranting old man. She couldn't take her eyes off it. It was huge.
'Goodness Mr Bainbridge,' Amanda gasped.
She then also noticed that on the arm of the sofa were a pile of porno magazines, some lotion and a box of tissues.
Bainbridge noticed that she had noticed and made no effort to apologise.
'As you can see I've got things to do,' he said smiling at her, 'I live on my own so I do what I like, when I like, and I like to play with my dick now and then in the afternoon.'
Amanda could not take her eyes of the massive rod that looked like it could burst out of his shorts any moment.
'Maybe you want to stay and watch me? You seem to be preoccupied with what's in my shorts.'
'Mr Bainbridge. I don't.. '
He interrupted her.
'It's just you haven't been able to stop looking at it. This would lead me to believe that a good little girl like you has never seen one this big before? Am I right?'
'Goodness Mr Bainbridge, I didn't come here for this,' Amanda spluttered.
'No. But you've had a nice surprise haven't you. And you're still looking at it and you've not left.' Bainbridge shrugged.
'This. This is. Totally inappropriate.' Amanda could barely get her words out.
'Yet you're still here,' Bainbridge was grinning.
'Look I don't know what sort of girl you think I am.'
Bainbridge cut her short.
'The fact you haven't run out of that door screaming, tells me exactly what type of girl you are Miss.'
'Well I can tell you something.' Amanda started to respond.
He cut her short again.
'Look. I was about to masturbate when you rudely barged in here. I am going to do that now whether you're here or not. So I am warning you that these shorts are coming down now. So if you're going, just go. I really don't care.'
'Mr Bainbridge I will not allow you to, oh dear god. My goodness.' Amanda's mouth fell open as she gasped at the sight before her.
Bainbridge's shorts and underpants were on the floor and his cock had sprung free.
It was simply enormous. She guessed 9 or 10 inches long and good thickness. He cupped two huge balls in one hand and stroked his long snake with the other.
'You haven't left, so I guess you're staying for the spunk show?' Bainbridge laughed.
Amanda was stunned. This 60 year old, terribly rude man was stood before her wanking the biggest dick she'd ever seen.
She couldn't move. She sat in the armchair glued to this monster cock.
To make matters worse her knickers were soaked. She could feel them dripping as her pussy poured with juice. She was so turned on by this man's huge meat.
'Take your tits out,' ordered Bainbridge.
'What!' Amanda feigned outrage.
'You heard me. Get those big tits out now,' more sternly this time.
Amanda didn't think, she just pulled her dress straps down and slid it down to reveal a white lacy bra.
'Unclip it,' ordered Bainbridge.
Amanda reached round in one movement and removed the bra to reveal her proudest assets. Her natural 36 DD tits.
Her dress was round her waist and her bra was on the floor. Her panties were soaked.
Bainbridge was loving it.
'That's a good girl. Play with those huge things for me. Tweak those big nipples. You are one hot lady for a bossy bitch.'
She cupped her big breasts and pushed them upwards and played with her nipples. All she could think about was how his huge pole would feel inside her.
Bainbridge was slowly pulling his cock making the most of the porn show from his neighbour.
'Fuck me lady you are better than any porn mag, what a dirty slut you are,' he taunted her.
With that he took two paces towards her, aimed his snake at her tits and fired his spunk.
Amanda didn't know what hit her.
The first jet hit her on the chin and then he unloaded a stream of spunk all over her tits.
Her first instinct was to be horrified at what had just happened, but she was so horny having taken such a huge load. It was dripping off her face and tits. She was covered in his cream.
'Oh my god. What just happened,' she shouted, 'you disgusting man.'
'You just took a huge cum load from the biggest cock you've ever seen in your life, you stuck up bitch, and you fucking loved it.' Bainbridge threw the box of tissues at her.
'Now clean yourself up and run along home,' Bainbridge laughed, putting his shorts back on.