Queen of FUTA: Chapter 6

The woman glances back and sees you staring.

The problem with being absurdly hung is that erections cannot be hidden, even with a robe.

“Oh,” she says bemusedly.

“Sorry.” You wave a hand and take a gulp of your drink, then go back to trying to hide it. “Go ahead. Ignore me.”

She snorts. The smile on her face isn’t quite a smirk.

“Well,” she says, her eyes lingering. “I don’t usually sleep with people for work.” She looks down at herself in her lingerie. She walks back to the bed and climbs on, lying down on her belly. “But I am taking a shower anyway. You can make a mess if you want.” She rests her chin on her hand and gazes at you.

“What?” you say.

“Or don’t,” she replies. Is there a challenge in that? Or are you imagining it? Is it the ****? “Big celebrity like you probably doesn’t need to feel me up.”

“Um,” you reply nervously. Like hell are you going to pass up the opportunity to feel her up, if she’s offering. You take another gulp, put your glass down, and crawl toward her.

She looks disdainfully at your robe.

“Don’t be a pussy,” she says in that same confident, serene voice.

Gosh. You have zero confidence with this woman, but you can’t have her thinking that you’re a coward. You take off your robe, and finally you get a reaction from her. Even this woman isn’t cool enough to look at that penis at full size and not turn a little pink.

“Big celebrity,” she murmurs, touching a finger to her lips. “Literally.”

You have read between the lines and understand what she is and is not offering as she crosses her arms and rests her head on them. You straddle her warm, smooth thighs and rest your cock on her rear end. Her lacy panties are surprisingly rough, and her flesh is firm, but she’s warm. She just lies there beautifully, but that’s all she has to do. She is a work of art, so you are all too happy to take care of this yourself.

Of course, you need both hands to masturbate this cock. Still, just jerking off would be a waste. You rest the shaft in the cleft of her rear, leaning forward and placing your hands on top. You rock your hips and move against her.

“Mmm,” she murmurs. It probably feels weird, but she’s obviously turned on. You have nothing to be embarrassed about. This woman is nothing if not in control.

You could easily cum from humping gently against her ass this way, but that would be wasteful. Besides, you’ve noticed that there are two things that she’s enjoying: your huge cock, and you. She likes that you’re not very confident. Like Annette, she finds that cute. It’s a turn-on for her.

You stop moving and leave your cock resting on her. You put your hands on her pale buttocks and caress them, slipping one fingertip into her panties to tug, then let the fabric snap back into place. You’re breathing hard. You slide your hand over her back, hesitating as you get close to her bra.

A second goes by.

“All right,” she says. Her eyes are closed, but she’s smiling.

You unhook her bra and climb off her. The woman rolls onto her back, her soft breasts bouncing gently. She lies back and looks up at you seductively.

You crawl up to sit on her flat belly. The tip of your cock rests between her breasts. She keeps her hands to herself, trying to hide how good it feels as you cup and squeeze her boobs.

“OK,” she says finally, cheeks flushed. “Lie down.”

Eagerly, you do so. She presses your cock against your belly and sits, putting her full weight on you. The warmth and wetness of her mound is very obvious through the fabric of her black panties. She watches your face as she moves her hips, sliding her crotch up and down your thick shaft. It feels too good for you to care about the rough feeling of the lace on your sensitive skin. You won’t last long enough for her to rub you raw. She’s not doing this out of generosity; she must have realized that if you kept going on her chest, you would blow your load all over her face. She’s too vain to let you do that.

You don’t care. This is amazing. Your hands are on her knees and your eyes are glued to her gently swaying breasts. She feels you getting close and grabs the thick, firm head of your cock with her slender fingers. She squeezes it, grinding down against you.

It’s a painful, aching orgasm.

“Oh,” she says, startled by the way that your throbbing cock stimulates her as thick cum spills onto your chest. “Oh,” she repeats after you’re done ejaculating, but your shaft continues to twitch. She pushes her hair out of her face and watches your thick cum running down your torso on both sides, leaving shiny streaks over your ribcage.

“Feel better, kid?” she asks.

You nod weakly.