An Unfortunate Rendezvous in the City

"You look so cute." Susan's breath escaped eagerly with every word, as if the anticipation was causing her to lose control of herself. A smell of cheap breathmints hit your face, causing you to tilt your head back, and look up at her. That same fiendish smile was spread across her lips, as she grinned, revealing iridescent white, coffee stained teeth. Eugh. The second thoughts began to dance across the top of your head, as the lump gradually moved from your throat to your stomach. Finally able to speak without croaking for air, you gently put your hand on Susan's wrist in an attempt to make your discomfort apparent.

"Susan, I don't thi-"

You were cut off by her thumb deftly being inserted in your mouth; a taste of similarly cheap soap was awash on your tastebuds, as Susan attempted to seductively explore your mouth get you to suck on her finger.

"Shhh. I think I'll have you taste me first." She excitedly said, using her hand to hike up her sundress. A pair of stale grey panties, filled to bursting with her massive cock, strained and shifted as her excitement grew. She massaged the growing bulge, breathing heavily as she explored your mouth with her finger. Suddenly, Susan gripped your chin with the underside of her palm, and brought you close to her crotch. That same stale musty smell, mixed with perfume and cheap soap assaulted your nose again. Susan continued to massage her crotch, before releasing her massive balls from her underwear. They unceremoniously plopped out, like two massive, wrinkled orbs. Strands of blonde pubes dotted the crevices of her nutsack, congregating towards the base of her crotch, an unkempt blonde landscape of coarse, shaggy hair . "I hope you don't mind that I haven't shaven, cutie."

Even though you were buried deep in her crotch and unable to see her face due to her protruding belly, the creepy exhileration in her voice continued to feed the lump in your stomach. Now wholly uncomfortable, the heat emanating from her crotch was becoming apparent as she pulled her crusty shorts all the way down to reveal her flaccid 9-inch cock.

Wrist-thick and pale white, like a wobbly, overfilled water balloon, it inelegantly flopped out and marked your cheek with a dot of precum before resting against the side of your face. A pungent, feminine odor wafted into your nostrils, as if an ethereal wisp of musk dripped from the angrily pink head of Susan's cock. Her foreskin covered all but the tip, concealing the head of her glans like a wreathed snake. It drooled thick globs of candescent precum, like a famished animal that finally had eyes on its' prey, as it slumped alongside your face. It reeked of her scent; the strong stale smell of her house, mixed in with cheap perfume and a strong hint of her musk. Susan's already creepy breathing became more rapid, almost as if she was completely losing control over what little composure she'd had earlier.

The same cold feet that had plagued you earlier were now in full-effect, but again, there was a small kernel of lust in you that tempestuously fought your desire to flee. Stuck in between these two desires, your body had frozen, like a deer in headlights. Taking advantage of the situation, Susan removed her podgy thumb from your mouth, lifted her cock up, and placed it squarely on your face, so your mouth was placed on the underside of her knob. "Oh fuck yea" she said, arhythmically grinding her crotch on your face. The soft skin of her cock glided across your lips, with the head of her cock stimulating itself from her thick foreskin gripping and grinding on itself. Her massive nutsack stirred, as if production of her cum was kicked into overdrive. Regardless, her thick cock-soup was going somewhere, and you prayed it wasn't going to be in you. Susan's composure began to falter even further, as a series of grunts and squeals escaped her lips, before you found yourself quickly able to see again. This sight was short lived as she placed her cum-filled orbs onto your mouth. "Oh fuck yea cutie, fuck yea. Lick my nuts. Stick out your tongue and taste me."

Her attempts at dirty talking were about as nondescript as she was; whatever mysterious allure she'd hoped to cultivate, gave way to her classless animalistic urges. Either way, her sweaty nuts were on your face, so you had little to stand off of. Still frozen, you meekly stuck your tongue out, which Susan took as an invitation to drag her hairy sac across your lips before planting her crease on your tongue. That same stale, sweaty taste surged through your tongue, as if you drank a bitter concoction of her juices. "Ohh ffuuuck" the bangles on Susan's wrists chimed, as if to signal her appreciation of your tongue. She shook with anticipation. "You don't know how long I've been waiting for a cute boy to come visit me. Not often I can get drained like this."

Removing her gonads from your mouth, she lustfully looked down at you over her massive frame. Her curly blonde ringlets had become slightly frizzy, and sweat caked the makeup that covered her face. That same creepy, piercing stare looked down at you, with an intense level of desire and an equally intense hunger. Between her fetid musk that had taken residence in your nose, and your cold feet having turned into a full on inability to move, Susan took the advantage further and ran her hands through your head before squatting down to eye level with you. With blatant disregard for personal space (which, at this point you presume was out the window) she grabbed your hair, with a sense of ownership, before bringing her plump lips to yours. "Are you enjoying yourself?" She said through her teeth, beguilingly, as if she was trying to charm a spell. Susan engulfed your lips with hers, fucking your mouth with her tongue in a brutish frenzy. The smell of cheap breathmints tingled on the roof of your mouth as she continued to lay claim over the inside of your mouth. Small groans escaped her lips as she feverishly explored the rest of your body with little regard to you. Unlatching herself from your mouth, she quickly stood up, replacing one head with her other stiffening one. With her podgy stomach blocking most of the view, you looked up to only be greeted by her massive set of breasts and a deranged smile. Susan grabbed your hair, playfully but underpinned with lustful ****, before using her other hand to awkwardly line up her fat, dripping cock with your mouth. The contrast of her massive womanhood lined up against your small mouth seemed to drive her even further up the wall, as another long line of precum oozed angrily from the tip of her head.

"I'm gonna make that mouth mine. Open wide, cute stuff. I'm gonna fill your guts with my cum."