Couldn't Hurt

"Yeah, thanks for the toast!" you sat down on the stool, and began to eat.

"So, Doug, what made you reply to my messages? I know I'm pretty insistent, but you seemed to respond pretty quickly." Emma shot you a sly look.

"I don't know, I guess! You were sweet when you chatted me, and close by. I figured I could get to know you and maybe we could be friends." Seriously? You couldn't believe that just came out of your bread-filled mouth.

"Aw, Doug! So sweet. Well, I think we definitely could be friends. I know why I messaged you, though." Emma stood up from her seat, and walked over to you. Sat down, she towered over you; that same scent of strawberries filling your nostrils. She put one hand on your cheek, and grabbed your ass with her other. You nearly choked on your bread.

"You didn't come here because you were hungry for some toast, don't be stupid." Emma's tone changed. "Me and Dee think you're real cute. I said we could have a lot of fun, and you came over; you want to have some fun too, then." Emma tried to pick you up, but you quickly moved your hands to under the countertop to act as a counter ****. Unfortunately, appearances aside, Emma proved extremely strong and lifted you before bringing you to the couch and placing you down in front of her. She sat you down directly in front of the couch, so that your head could be pushed back onto the cushions. The smell of strawberries faded slightly as she brought her crotch closer to your face, replaced with a sickly sweet sweat.

"A lot of fun, Doug... a lot of fun." She pulled her bottoms down, to free the rest of her massive belly; even with the overhang, it couldn't come close to concealing her thick cock. She had lied a little on her profile. Her balls were huge, and it seemed as if she'd never shaved in her life; a thick bush of pubic hair barely managed to cover the base of her cock. Her foreskin drooped over the rest of her veiny member, which she very quickly pushed into your face. With the angle at which she had you, your head was vastly overpowered by Emma's hips. "Open your mouth, Doug." With little to no other options, you complied, and immediately found your throat stuffed with her cock. Her workout had made her cock sweaty; you tasted salt, and that same sickly sweet sweat that you had smelled earlier. Emma wasted no time in forcing her dick down your throat. Her massive and thick size meant that your gag reflex was having a field day; you coughed up saliva and her precum almost every time she bucked her hips forward. "Oh Doug, your throat is so tight. I think I'm falling in love." She then bucked her hips forward and left her cock in your throat for a minute. You felt every vein in her penis throb; her cock seemed to stiffen every second it was left in your mouth. You couldn't handle it.

You threw up.

All over her cock, and all over her crotch, was covered in a combination of hers and your fluids. Emma quickly took her cock out of your mouth, and grabbed your face, pointing it up at hers. She had a firey look in her eyes. She looked mad. But then, her expression changed to that of lust. "I love nothing more than when somone chooses my cock over oxygen. I know now that when you gag, I can just keep going, because you love the way I am, right?! Hold on. My friends need to hear about what an amazing guy you are. Your throat is so nice, and you are such a gentleman!" She squeezed your cheeks with her hand. Her eyes had lost all sense of normalcy, and at this point you realized that you had made a huge mistake in coming here. She shoved her balls on your face, with a simple command "Clean them". As you stuck your tongue out, the smell of Emma's musk grew more foul. Her thick thighs covered your face, blocking off all outside senses; in effect, you were trapped in her smells. While she had you there, you heard her call out to her cousin.