Meet up with Esmeralda.

You slowly walk to the usual spot behind the cafeteria stand, faking a limp to dissimulate your sore ass.

Esmeralda is still messaging when you shamble closer and, sliding down with a pained grunt, sit beside her.

"Hey sweetie." She puts away her phone and takes in your battered frame. " Well well, looks like someone had a good time..." She reaches to your neck and inspects the scratches, running a thumb on your now swollen bitten lip.

"I'll have a word with Jani..." She mutters, pensitive.

"Don't. It's already settled."

She raises an eyebrow "Is it now? Did you rough her up?"

"Uhm... yeah. And I might have gone a little overboard. I felt bad about it, so... I told her she could go rough on me..."

Esme pouts trying to smother a laugh, badly.

"I know, I know..." You say tiredly, resting your head on her shoulder.

"What did you do to her, though? You don't strike me as the kind of guy who could hurt anyone that badly, no offense."

Little taken...

"I... I put it in her backdoor."

"Oh..." Esme straightens her back. "I get it now. She's very... sensitive about that."

"Yeah... But enough about that."

"I agree. So..." She rests her head on yours, "plans for the day?"

Right now, strange as it may be, all you want is to be with her.

" A shower would be nice... And I'm starving... I'll sneak in my room and meet you back here in an hour?"

"You can shower at my place... I'll whip something up and we can spend the day there, chillin"

I'm gonna need two showers, aren't I?

"Sounds like a plan..."

She smiles and helps you up, groping your ass.

Maybe three...

You enter her flat and the first thing that hits you is a waft of spunky musk.

"Fucking hell... Mei's at it again..." She mutters, walking to her room to open the window.

"Sorry about the smell, Mei jerks off like crazy lately," She points with her thumb to an office bin filled to the brim with crusty tissues, "that was empty this morning, just saying."

"Still no luck in finding her a boyfriend?"

"Nah... There was this one guy, classic rich prick, came here once to hook up with her. Saw him running away buck naked with a jizz baby leaking out of his gaping asshole."

"The hell's a jizz baby?" You ask, immediately regretting doing so as Esmeralda lips widen in a mischievous grin.

She steps behind you and grinds her girth on your buttcrack.

"You don't know? It's when you cum so much inside a guy that he looks like he's pregnant... You want to try it later, sweetie?"

You feel cold sweat forming on the back of your neck.

"N-not really..." You stammer.

Esme giggles, giving your butt a lovetap with her bulky member; "Pity... Anyway; the bathroom's right there, shout if you want company, cutie."

You hastily make your way to it, undressing while keeping an eye on the door.

You groan in relief as the hot water splashes on your sore body, rubbing the pulsing marks on your neck and back.

You come out of the shower birthed anew, and begin to dry yourself with a threadbare towel, when the door opens.

Shit.

Mei frozes on the spot, eyes wide; you see the fat bulge in her sweatpants jump to attention and halts at an angle, the sound of cloth slowly tearing up filling the awkward silence.

"Uhm... Hey, Mei. Nice to see you"

The ripping cloth gives up with a snap.

"Could you please... You know..."

You cover your groin with the towel while she takes a tentative step in your direction. Her girthy member strains the fabric of her sweatpants to break free, a large wet spot already forming.

"There you are, Mei." Esmeralda comes to your rescue, grabbing her by the shoulders; "I forgot to tell you, Liam's staying for lunch"

"Ah... Hi!" She belatedly greets you with a sheepish smile.

"Are you joining us?" She asks with a sly smile.

"I... I think I'll stay in my room. And... study. For ever." Red as a bell pepper, she turns and walks away in a hurry.

"Open the windows, your "homework" smells!" Esme shouts after her, then briefly shifts her attention to you, licking her lower lip. "Boy, I am starving...".

You never thought you could dress up so quickly.

By the time you come out of the bathroom, Esmeralda is slouched on the couch, barefoot, wearing a short cropped red t-shirt and her usual pair of ripped leggings. On the coffee table beside her, two sandwiches and sodas.

She lifts her legs to let you sit and then rests them on yours, the everpresent bulge running along most of her left thigh, catching your eye.

She clears her throat, and looks at you with a knowing gaze, offering you a club sandwich.

"You comfy, hon?"

"Mhm... thanks."

"My pleasure... I like to cook. If it's for someone special, all the better."

"Next time is on me though..."

Although, with my current finances, SubHub is the most fancy I can afford...

"Don't worry about it."

She turns on the laptop thetered to the tv and booths up a movie as you two eat. It's a new spin on the haunted house genre, as in, it's a haunted office. Your kind of good bad movie; you enjoy the cheesy plot, especially since not unlike Sarah, Esme likes to loudly voice her opinion on what's happening on the screen.

"Why is there a friggin trapdoor in her cubicle? Who even uses trapdoors anymore?"

"People with a deep disdain for regular, boring doors, I think..." You offer, stroking gently her knee.

"It's got trap right in the name! how stupid you have to be to jump right in?"

Time flies... As the movie nears to it's admittedly predictable ending, you find your mind wandering...

Towards Esmeralda, mostly.

She is a sight for sore eyes, like always, but this time your attention goes to the small tidbits of her that show what's behind her facade; like the way she laughs to break the tension after those longing stares you share, or her stubborness in a heated discussion about whether or not a zombified accountant could still, well, count...

It couldn't...

No matter how many brains he eats...

I will die on this hill.

Still musing, you catch yourself absentmindedly tracing the edge of her impressive bulge with your fingers; only when she grips your hand in hers you snap out of it.

Wait...

Why have I done that?

"Now, now. You keep poking the tiger, it's gonna pounce on you..." She says, stroking your hand on her growing boner. "You can't take your mind off of it, can you? Eh, how could you?"

"I... I wasn't even thinking..."

"Sure... You've been staring down at it for quite a while now..."

Shit, she's right.

I've been staring at her cock for the past five minutes, lost in my thoughts...

She lifts one leg above your head and pulls you forward and down, playfully squeezing your face between her thighs, driving you off the couch and on your knees. her half-hard cock smushed against your cheek and nose.

" Mhmm... You are still so shy, hon... I wanted to cut you a break, after this morning and what happened with your sister..."

Why?

Why did I do it?

Why did I poke this gorgeous, insanely packed tiger?

She splays her legs a bit, just enough to slide her monster free from it's fabric constraint through a wide hole. It flops right on your face, and for a lenghty moment her oversized cock dominates your vision, a veiny beast as long and thick around as your forearm; and you can't think about anything else.

"Look at you. Everytime, you stare my cock wide eyed like it's the first time you see it; it's so cute."

She rubs the head of it on your lips, the thick musk almost inebriating;

"You want it in your mouth, don't you? Just say it..."

"I... I do." You mutter, knowing full well that denying it now will only make her more... intent on convincing you otherwise.

All those herbal pills I've been popping like candy since this yesterday did their trick...

I can manage this.

"Then what are you waiting for? It's all yours, sweetie."

She presses her smooth glans against your lips, and you welcome it, shifting your position to let it slide inside.

At this point, the feeling of her throbbing knob on your tongue is almost familiar; your hands move on their own to support and rub her shaft as you suck, lick and smooch the head of her monster, your drool mixing with the first drops of precum, coating those first couple inches that will scrape the most, going in.

"Hm... since when did you grow so good at it?"she asks, impressed.

I'm asking myself the same thing.

You begin to suck her off properly, your lips closed tight around her girth, taking a mouthful of air everytime it almost escapes your mouth, letting it slide inside a little more each time. Slowly, as you learned the hard way.

Inch by inch.

Tonsils...

Adam's apple...

Next stop, uncharted territory.

Above you, Esmeralda is purring in ecstatic bliss; eyes slightly ajar as she plays with a turgid nipple, she caresses your head, splaying her legs to give you more room, and a better view of her pussy. Since her beastly cock sprouts from it, the sheer size of it's base almost plugs her shut, leaving barely a tight slither of an entrance at the bottom.

Just enough for a finger or two...

Still slobbering on her shaft, you run one hand on her thigh, gently prodding her labia for a way in.

"Ah! You sly devil..." She exclaims, surprised.

You stop, worried to have crossed an untold line, and through watery eyes shift your focus to her.

She raises an eyebrow, an incredulous smile stamped on her lips;

"Dude... You're halfway through burying my cock in your throat, are you seriously asking me if it's ok to finger me?"

You stop, nod, and subsequently **** on her dick for the rash movement, as Esmeralda erupts in a fit of laughter.

"You are -Ah ahaha!- you are really something else, Liam."

She guides your hand back under her cock, still giggling.

"Go ahead. I'm kinda curious now, I never experimented much with it... can barely fit a finger when I'm this hard anyway."

You resume to work your way up her meatpole while tentatively prodding her slick alcove for the first time, with your middle and ring fingers.

"Oh! Wow this is new... can you go deeper?" She asks, clutching the edge of the cum stained cushions.

You dutyfully oblige, gently pushing as further as your fingers can go;

She begins to moan and shudder, breathing heavily with her eyes shut.

Something lights up inside you.

You feel... accomplished. Prideful, even; to be capable of making her feel this good with just your mouth and two fingers.

And lots of effort.

You experiment a bit and find her sweet spot: where the root of her cock meets the membrane of her pussy, a small pulsing stud that gives in a little when you prod it; even a light tap makes her quiver and purr.

You focus on that, and realize that while you were "experimenting", you kept taking more and more of her cock inside you, her bulky knob now somewhere near your collarbone.

Esmeralda begins to tremble violently, her shaft throbbing so strongly that her heartbeat riverberates in your skull.

You prepare for taking her money shot.

That doesn't come.

Instead, every throb makes her already gargantuan cock swell, stretching your already strained larynx.

Fuck.

This is bad.

Time to pull out.

You move your head away from her growing rod, but manage only to tug it, still firmly buried deep in your airway.

Shit! It's stuck!

It's stuck inside my throat, she's about to cum, and I'm running out of breath.

Come on, Esme, look down.

You tap on her knees while repeatedly trying to break away from the pulsing obstruction, to no avail.

Shit...

Look at me dammit!

Your forceful tugging only stimulates her monster more. Even trying to get Esmeralda's attention is fruitless, she's too caught up in her rising climax to open her eyes.

Come on!

"Nnhg... Liam, let it go-ho already... I'm gonna... Ooh..." She blindly caresses your cheek, "really, you're going to cho-" She finally opens her eyes, paling visibly as she takes in your **** struggle to take out the ticking jizz-bomb in your throat.

"Fffuck! Oh, gods... I'm so so-oh-rry! I can't... I can't hold..."

She tries to pull her dick back, dragging you with it.

"No... No, no, no! Come out Godsdammit!" She tries again, pushing down on your shoulders. Without success.

"Noo! Nnngh... not now...like this..."

You feel her cock twitch, while oily darkness slowly seeps at the edge of your vision.

Esme is crying.

Sobbing.

Moaning.

Screaming.

.

Her hand is on your throat.

Massaging.

.

Hot semen streams down, flooding your stomach.

Your body is shaken by a violent fit of coughing.

.

.

.

Something moves.

Scrapes against your throat.

.

Soft lips on yours.

Warm air in your lungs.

You come back to your senses, head pounding.

"-m sorry! Please, don't!"

Her lips press against yours, blowing.

You open your eyes. Esmeralda is bent above you, tears running down her cheeks.

"Hey... -coff-, -coff-...why the long face?" You wheeze, the words coming out like white hot gravel from your windpipe.

Her eyes light up, as she immediately pulls you up in a tight hug.

"Oh, thank the Gods you're alive! I'm sorry! I love you, Liam..."

She sobs incontrollably, clutching you to her quivering breast.

"Shhh... It's alright. I'm still here." You wrap your arms around her;

"Please... Please don't leave me... I beg you... Please forgive me..."

"I'm here. I will always be -coff- here."

Esmeralda sniffs, and lets out a long, ragged breath.

"I just... I was... if you didn't..."

"Shhh... Lets get up. My back is killing me".

Your head spins and pounds as you stand up, forcing you to close your eyes and grab on to her for balance.

"Here, sit. I'll grab you some water."

It takes a moment for the world to stop spinning, and when it does Esme is by your side, holding a glass to your lips.

"Drink slowly..."

You feel the cold water splash the walls of your chafed, burning throat. You take the glass in your trembling hands, exhaling in relief after every sip.

"-coff- thank you." You wheeze, resting your head on her shoulder. She closes her hand around yours.

A long moment of silence follows.

"You almost choked -sniff-...you were suffocating on my stupid fucking cock. Again. And all I could do was... cum down your throat. While you were gasping for-sigh-" her voice breaks, and she begins to sob again.

You raise your head and put a hand on the side of her face, wiping off the tears with your thumb.

"Stop. It's not your fault. It just happened."

"...How-sniff-? How can you be so calm after that? How can you not hate me?"

"Because... when I opened my eyes? You were there. And I think... I want it to be like that for as long as I live."

A sad smile crosses her lips, "I want it too..."

You share a glance, and for the first time since she barged in your life, you take initiative, pulling her towards you, planting your lips on hers.

This. I want this. I want you.

Your phone alarm rings, and you are suddenly pulled back to planet Earth.

This is a workday, sucker.

Time to go get that bread.

Or not.