Total Bimbo

Kelly knocked on Antoine's door about thirty minutes after she was supposed to arrive. He sighed a little bit at the lack of punctuality on a first date. And then he opened the door and saw her. A tight green miniskirt that barely covered her big ass. A matching blouse, that struggled to contained her huge fake tits. Her midriff was exposed, so he could see her pierced navel. She was prime fuckmeat, and she wasn't here for grouper, no matter how good it was.

He blinked a couple of times, dazzled by her beauty. He brought her in, and she was sweet and naive and awed by every accomplishment he'd ever had.

Antoine dabbed the edge of his mouth with his handkerchief.

"If you'll give me a minute, I just want to make sure the kids are asleep," he said.

"Kids?" Kelly asked. Antoine nodded for her to follow.

"This is Aaron and Emily, the twins," he whispered. He looked into the next bedroom. "Katie, on the left, Tanya on the right."

"I think only one of those are yours, Antoine," Kelly said dryly.

"Yes, their mom is going through some ... issues. But I think she's coming out the other side on it, so we might be able to go back to joint custody soon. But it's been hard on them, not having a mom around. Especially on Tanya and Katie."

"Well, I always wanted kids," Kelly rationalized. "And whose bedroom is this?"

"This is the master bedroom," Antoine said coyly.

"Nice big bed," Kelly said, flouncing down onto it. "So this is where the magic happens?"

"No magic in this bed for some time," Antoine said sadly.

"Well, let's change that stud," Kelly said heatedly, leaning over and kissing the Black bull. Her small hand slid down to his cock, rubbing it, her big blue eyes going wide. "Holy fuck."

Antoine unzipped his pants, unbuckling as well, and tugged his slacks down along with his boxers. He was eight inches, and still growing. He saw Kelly just staring at it. She reached down, tugging the foreskin back.

"Holy fucking shit," she breathed out. "This cock is gorgeous."

"Jamie didn't add up?" Antoine asked rhetorically.

"If he had even half of this," she said, suddenly nervous. "I wouldn't be here. Oh gawd, Antoine. Is it even going to fit?"

"Going to take it slow, baby girl," he said. "Let me see you."

Suddenly bashful, the blonde bimbo stripped for him, exposed her huge, jiggly ass. She was tanned all over, with no tan lines. She had a tramp stamp just above her butt, and her platinum blonde locks were quickly tied back into a ponytail. She had her nipples, clit, and tongue pierced as well. She was a fucktoy, plain and simple.

His cock was a full eleven inches now, and Kelly was playing with it shyly, batting it back and forth between her hands. Antoine gently pushed her to her knees and she started breathing in his musk, almost going into a catatonic state.

"Oh fuck," she whispered over and over, started to lick and drool and spit on the shaft. "Oh fuck."

Antoine watched her at play for some time, letting her get familiar with the cock. She was an unskilled fellatrix, and soon enough he deposited Kelly onto the large, comfy mattress, parting her legs. He pressed the tip of his cock to her tight sex.

"Too big," she moaned. "Too fuckin' big."

"Just relax baby," Antoine said. "Antoine is gonna take good care of you."

She looked up at him with those beautifully bright, and simultaneously beautifully dim, eyes of her. She blinked, feeling the head inside her, inhaling sharply. And then it was a struggle. Two inches in, one inch out. Cries and whimpers when he passed Jamie's depth, which was just over a third of Antoine's beefy prick. She was hyperventilating and on the verge of fainting at eight inches, and Antoine stopped there, not balls deep as he wanted, but deep enough to break this bitch.

He hammered her, grunting as he sweated over her, sucking on those big fake titties hungrily. Her eyes were wild, overcome with emotion and pleasure. By the time he came, she'd been through over a dozen orgasms, even squirting on the older Black man. This bimbo was all his now.