Like'em Big?

“You like’em big, huh?”

“Yes, Ma’am!”

“Heh!” She swings around the post, her other hand still holding her dick, and rolls up onto the mattress of the big four-poster bed. On her knees facing away from me waggles her plump booty my way, the hem of her short nightie swaying along the bottom crescents of her cheeks. She gives her butt a swat. It ripples like Blair’s never did. “You like my big behind?”

“Yes!”

She turns her torso, showing me a profile of her left titty through her barely there baby doll as she gives it a squeeze. Her fingers sink deep into the supple flesh. “You like my big tits?”

“Yes! Yes!”

“Even my big belly?” Her hand glides down her super soft, smooth tummy. Yes she had fat there but it was hardly a gut. More like…a plush welcoming pillow. I remembered how nice it felt against my cheek as I sucked her tit last night. To this man’s eye it was neither big nor little, it was simply perfect.

“YES!”

She rotates around to reveal her penis once more, looking bigger than ever! She gives it a slow, light stroke from garter to tip. “And you like my big cock?”

I nod enthusiastically.

“I wanna hear your words, baby. Don’t be shy.”

“I like your big cock!” I blurt out all at once. They were words I never thought I’d speak but now that I had it felt good. “I like it all. All of you! What a body!”

“Mmmm.” She smiles as she strokes herself with long, smooth strokes. “Here I was worried I might intimidate you.”

“No, Ma’am.” I say as I sit up straighter. “I think you’re so hot, Heather.”

Her ruby lips part into a bright grin. Before my eyes I can see her confidence and her sexiness grow. Rising high, kneeling in the center of her bed, Heather twirls her hips and runs her left hand over her soft flesh as her right grips the hard. Her eyes pan down my body to arrive at the twitching tent in my pajamas. Nibbling her bottom lip her eyes linger there a moment before she blinks and shakes her head, as if waking from a dream. I could not get over how GOOD it felt to be looked at like that. Her open desire for me made me feel like the twice the man I was. And I could tell that she enjoyed being watched like that as well.

She goes down on all fours and undulates left and right. Her big, heavy tits swing and sway beneath her as her huge hard schlong swipes across the covers. She crawls halfway then rises again, thrusting her breasts high as she grabs onto her dick with both hands. Just then a glistening bud of clear precum sprouts from the plump tip of her cock.

“Oh! Ohhhh!” I gasp. Within seconds my mouth is watering. “Is that…honey?”

“Yes, Elliot.” Heather dabs the blob with two fingers and smears it down the front of her incredible penis. “You want some, don’t you?”

“Yes, Ma’am.” I whisper.

“I wish we could.” She licks it from her fingers.

My lips mimic hers as they smack. I could almost feel it on my tongue. My hips thrust, my knob grinds against the cloth of the pajamas, my anus clenches tight, and I pull against the stocking holding me to the chair. A rising **** inside of me was screaming at me to beg. Beg for your honey, boy! BEG! Throw yourself at her feet! Give yourself to her! For the first time I was truly feeling the addiction that Heather had warned me about. I knew that giving in and pressing my luck would only risk ending this moment so I stay silent.

Hot and sultry Heather sways and gyrates in ways to beckon a man’s fancy. She bends to highlight her curves and moves with a jaguar’s fluidity, moving to music that only she and I could hear. She lifts the baby doll to give me a peak of raw flesh then lets it waft back down her body. She snaps the strap of her panties and swats her big booty. And always her hands roamed, inviting my mesmerized focus to follow through the hills and valleys. Again and again her eyes would return to me, savoring the sight of being watched so rapturously.

Rolling to her back she arches her back and claws her fingers up her body. “Mmmmm!” Pointing one toe skyward she takes the stocking and slowwwly peels it up her curvy leg revealing the sumptuous white flesh beneath. I wanted so bad to kiss that fair thigh, to lick it, to grab onto it like a horny dog and hump it! With just that thigh alone I could be a happy man. Once past the knee she bends her leg and pulls the stocking from her body. With a lasso like twirl she then lets go to let it fly off to the side. One foot bare and the other covered she kicks her feet in the air. All at once she brings her feet down and thrusts her hips high. Griping her cock tightly she flexes it to its full hardness, its fat knob swelling as another wad of honey oozes out to trickle down her length!

“Oh God!”

“Heh!” She flashes me a horny glance.

She rolls back up to one knee. Her other leg she extends to show off its shapely contours and the ultra soft flesh of her inner thigh as she runs her hand up and down. On the third sensual stroke she slides her fingers beneath the stocking to push it down and down and down until it too had been removed. This time she stretches it like an elastic and shoots it my way, though it only reaches to the end of the bed. With a twirl she turns away again. And again she waggles her fine, mature ass. OH GOD! I yearned to dive between those big cheeks and never return! And there between her lovely legs was the prodigious bulge of that lacy little pouch that cupped her balls reminding me that she was a lady like no other. Peering over her shoulder Heather watches me watching her. My eyes on her feeds her like hers fed me. Her dormant desires, her starving libido, and her womanly pride all swell like her raging erection. With her eyes locked on me she pinches, jiggles, shakes and pats her beautiful badonkadonk.

“I love your ass.” I sigh. “Ohhhh!”

“Mmmm!” She croons approvingly.

Her shoulders begin to rock and roll as she pulls the skirt of her baby doll left and right. Up and up it goes, then down, then up again until she is pulling it over her head. She turns to face me. Hiding behind it like a belly-dancer with veil she peeks over and fixes me with a fiery gaze before twirling it in the air and launching it my way. The sheer fabric catches air and falls short to drift down over my toes. Taking the smooth cloth with my feet I rub it’s softness between them. She’d told me I’d get to watch her masturbate but this was so much more. She had dressed for me, danced for me, and now performed for me like my own personal stripper. What a woman!

Now topless Heather grabs both her breasts at once and squeezes them while again tensing her member to the max. To my absolute awe her massive cock hovers in the air by its own strength! I never thought one that big could do that! The precum was flowing steady now, even given our disparate proportions it was more than I would ever leak. I then notice how much bigger the hole at her tip was mine. Wide enough I could probably stick my pinkie down it! As I am marveling at her tip a big drop forms at her tip and slowly begins to droop. I lean forward mouth agape as I wished to catch that drop on my tongue. From my own throat I hear a soft whine. “Nnnngh.”

“Oops.” Heather catches it just in time before it falls and smears it around her tip. “Things are about to get messy.” Prepared for this moment she reaches over the side of the bed and brings up a big, puffy towel which she spread over the mattress between us. “Enjoying the show, handsome?”

“Yes!” I nod.

“Hahhh.” She rubs her hands down her breasts, over her belly, and down her smooth thighs. “It’s nice to be seen again. Like this. Like a woman. Ohhh, Elliot.”

“Heather?”

“Yes, handsome?”

“Um…”

She smiles, her voice warm and her gaze smoldering. “Ask your question, baby.”

“Um…if I was your boy toy…”

“He he he!”

“I know I can’t, but… If I was…yours…really yours…what would you do with me?”

“What would I do with you? If you were my one and only boy toy to play with?”

“Yes.”

“My handsome trophy boy?”

“Yes!”

“If you were my darling, precious man to love and to hold?”

“Yes!!”

“My very own sexy little fuck boy?”

“Yes! Yes!”

“Mmmm.” She hums while another glimmering drop forms. “Why don’t I show you?”