Goes for it.

His ex was most likely getting railed by her 'best friend' right now, like the whore she was, in the house and bed that he paid for. He figured that a bit of meaningless sex would get her out of his mind for the night. Taking the last few sips of his drink, he gave Neba a shrug and a nod, telling her that he's game if she was. After a brief but insistent quarrel about the tab, he paid for the both of them, and they were soon on their way to his apartment.

During the drive, Neba remarked that she was surprised at how nice his car was, and how well his handling of it was. A small prideful smile crept onto Chen's face. He told her that the only reason he managed to keep her in the divorce, was because neither his ex or her 'best friend' could be bothered to learn how to work a stick shift. Giggling and leaning over to stroke his thigh, she told him that she hoped that that wasn't the only stick he knew how to work. He chuckled back, returning with his own playful jab, that if she was as responsive to his touch as his car was. Her grin widened, and she countered with him finding out soon enough.

Having not anticipated having a guest over, even though it wasn't too bad, Chen began making his apologies about his apartment being a mess, when he turned around from locking the door, he suddenly felt himself falling backwards. Having kicked her shoes off, Neba had launched herself at him, and was kissing him furiously on the lips. She was standing on her tiptoes, pushing hard against his thighs to keep most of her weight off of his neck, which she had her arms around and was using to pull herself into him, pressing her bountiful breasts against his chest.

He was frozen for a moment as a goblinoid tongue wormed it's way into his mouth as started to play with the back of his teeth. His hands then shot forwards and scooped up under her thighs, first to stop her from digging into his legs, but then more to grope and fondle at her plump posterior. A flame, long thought extinguished inside him, started to burn once more as he started to return her kiss, slowly building to match her pace. Too soon though, her lips left his, their only connection a thin line of saliva. Losing themselves in the other's eyes, Neba drew in close and panted in his ear, "Take me to bed, Chen." With her licking and nipping along his jaw and earlobe, he shifted his hands to make a better seat for her on his arms, and made his way over to his bedroom, losing his shoes along the way.

Having him seat himself on the edge of the bed, Neba stood over his lap and started working her top off, pulling her breasts up with it. Once they had broken free from her top, they dropped with enough momentum to send her rocking backwards. Fortunately, Chen was there to catch her, getting his hands on her back while also diving face first into the cleavage of her cream-colored bra. Flinging her top behind her, she cradled his head and giggled happily as he kissed and rubbed all over her chest.

Chen's fingers roamed all over her back blindly, desperately seeking out the clasp of her bra, when finally they found their target. Deftly, he undid the clasp, and pulling his face away, he roughly tugged a cup down. Taking a moment, he marveled at the roughly hand-ball sized and shaped globe, that looked absolutely massive on her compact frame, with a coin-sized circle of dark chocolate, and the small peak in the middle slowly forming as his hot breath wafted over it, before he had to get his lips around it. Barely holding it between his teeth, the tip of his tongue lashed at it wildly, while rolling the other between his fingers, making their owner groan sweetly above him, as she slid her bra off her arms.

Slowly, with one finger under his chin, Neba coaxed him upwards, where she greeted him with a grin. "It's not fair that I'm the only one that gets to feel good," she smirked. Lifting her foot up, she placed it firmly onto his groin and slid it up and down, taking in the feel of his erection through his trousers with her sole. Chen's eyes closed and his head lolled back from the pleasure tingling at the base of his spine. When his eyes opened again, he was met with black cotton on the verge of ripping open in front of his face, and the feeling of his zipper being undone. His cock sprang free, and there was a gasp of disbelief coming from below. "What the... you're not big!"

A too-often used internal sigh echoed in his very soul. Much like with his ex, he had disappointed her for reasons beyond his control. His hand was already in his pocket, fishing out his phone to call a cab to take her home, when he felt her fingers wrap around his shaft. "You're fucking huge!" she exclaimed, trying to look up at him from between her dangling breasts and straight legs. "You have to be part giant or something. How can you even walk with this log between your legs?!"

His sunken heart fluttered back to life. It was almost a certainty that she was exaggerating, but it didn't stop his cock from throbbing and firming up even more. "Hey! No! Stop that!" she protested at it, still holding onto it and pointing her finger at it, like she would scold a cat when it was acting up. "Stop getting bigger or else I can't- nyom!" Fearful that it would grow even larger, she quickly got her lips down around just past it's head, and sucked on it with enough **** to cave her cheeks inwards. Chen grunted lowly, almost painfully so, as her tiny mouth encircled and sealed around him with vice like pressure, her tongue lapped all over his cockhead, and her hand was locked around his shaft, holding onto it tightly as she used it as extra support.

In an attempt to distract himself from how good she was making him feel, to thank her for doing just that, and to satisfy his own selfish desire, Chen unzipped her skirt and wormed it up her waist, revealing her plump bubble butt to him. His hand glided all over one smooth cheek, before ultimately discovering, to his surprise, the back of her panties. He had initially thought that she was wearing a thong, but it was only because the fabric had been swallowed up by her ass. Pulling one cheek to the side, he saw the middle of it was practically soaked through, and her engorged dark green lower lips enticed him. He ran his thumb down her cloth covered slit to the bud at the bottom, and watched as her entire lower half rippled.

Smiling, he peeled the sodden fabric off to the side and craned his neck down awkwardly. Stretching his tongue to it's limit, he could just barely reach the very bottom of her entrance. After a few fruitless attempts, he switched over to using his fingers. Wetting his thumb with his spit, he placed it gently upon her clit's hood and moved it around in little circles, while his other hand reached under to grab, smack, and squeeze at her breast.

Trembling as she groaned around his cock, Neba's mouth parted from it with a pop. "Oh my fuck... this is the greatest cock ever!" she panted. Spitting on it for lube, she started stroking all along his length, while peppering his cockhead in little kisses. "So thick... meaty... juicy... and tasty... it feels so good in my mouth..." Taking a few preparatory breaths, she stuffed it back in as far as she could go, worming her way down for even just a hair more depth, before reaching up with her free hand, and pushing in the back of her head, forcing it past her tonsils. Coughing and sputtering, she fought hard against her gag reflex, refusing to dislodge it from the back of her throat, exactly where it belonged.

A short sharp grunt exploded out of Chen's gritted teeth as his thigh and core started to cramp, but he welcomed it. For having gone years without any sort of sexual contact, let alone relief, it was a price he was willing to pay for not exploding immediately. As the pain began to subside, and his shirt was becoming spotty from Neba's grool dripping onto it, something deep within him was stirring.

Finding his throat criminally dry, he grabbed her by her hips and yanked her up off her feet. Getting her legs on his shoulders, he locked his arms around her waist, smashing her breasts against his stomach, before he dove head first into her groin. He was going to eat her out, and she was literally to small to do anything to stop him. Neba's yelp of protest morphed into a moan as his mouth enveloped her mound, and he began to suck on it, forcing her clit against his tongue. Her thick thighs closed around his ears, tight enough to make him think his head would be crushed, but beyond how loudly he was slurping, he could also hear some pathetic whining and kissing noises.

If he could see over the mountains of green cheeks and ocean of hair, he'd see that Neba was straining to get her head down, so that she could resume her oral worship of his cock. "C'mon! Little closer! Just a little closer!" she muttered between moans, angling it upwards with her hands, but her prize was tantalizingly out of reach. A drop of his pre-cum beaded at his slit, and reaching out at it's very limit, she could just barely tickle it with the tip of her tongue. A sharp smack on her ass and a powerful suck broke her fragile concentration. "Holy fuck..." she growled, her toes splaying out and her nails digging into her palms, riding out that wave of pleasure, before smacking his stomach frantically. "Time out, time out! Too much, too much!"

Giving her coochie one more pass, he flipped her over, set her down on her back next to him, before dropping on his back as well. Their eyes met once more, and they smirked at each other. "You're really good at sucking dick," Chen panted.

"And you're really good at munching box," she returned playfully, but then her smile turned into a cute pout. "But you were so mean when you pulled that last move, and keeping your fantastic cock away from me." Her hand draped onto his leg, and traipsed along his inner thigh. "You're gonna have to make it up to me somehow, y'know?"

Chen's smile widened to a grin. "Yeah. I think I know how I can," he replied.

Sitting up sharply, he finally began to undress, and for some reason, his muscle memory compelled him to reach for his wallet. Rifling through it, he had a puzzled look on his face, when his brain kicked in. Wincing, he looked over his shoulder, and felt his gut sink, seeing that Neba had already gotten rid of her skirt and soaked panties, and was on all fours, grabbing at his pillows, with her delectable derriere wagging from side to side, tempting him. "Neba, small problem," he began, "I don't... have any rubbers."

One of the perks of being married was that unprotected sex was always an option, and his then-wife was adamant about not having children, so he only ever needed to buy condoms during her dangerous week. But as the years went on, and their weekly tumbles turned into monthly events, to quarterly appointments, to boring birthday blowies and half-hearted holiday handies, to ultimately not even seeing her in her underwear, let alone naked, he had basically given up hope and saw no point in buying them.

Throwing her hair up and behind her, and settling in comfortably with a pillow under her hips, Neba bit her lower lip seductively at him. "That's a tomorrow problem," she purred, beckoning him to her with her finger, while her other hand busied itself with rubbing at her pussy. "C'mere Chen. C'mere and fuck my fucking brains out."