Blowjob on couch

She looks over you, and steps closer. You step back to find yourself against a wall. She barely tilts her head down, preferring instead to look down past her immense breasts.

“You look great in this dress, sweetie”.

She pauses and grins.

“Why not a little twirl for me?”

You gulp, and hesitantly twirl, ending with a meek curtsy. She lets out a slight laugh.

“Honey I’ve had a rough day, I’m sure you can guess. I’m going to go grab a drink, do you want anything?”

But before you can answer she leaves, and before you can step away from the corner she’s trapped you in, she returns with a bottle of gin and two beers. She cracks open the beers, hands one to you, and takes a heavy swig of hers.

“I’m not supposed to drink...”, you protest, but she puts her index finger to your lips and shushes you.

She pours two shots of gin out into two glasses that she holds in one hand. She offers one to you.

“A little something to loosen you up. You seem tense, honey”. She smiles again, and stares as you take it. You chase with the beer.

“Come here honey”, she says as she leads you to a couch. She plops down on it, her immense frame and weight reflected in the creaking of the furniture as she declines. She quickly leans forward to peek out the door towards the rest of the party, and gingerly pats the cushion next to her. This woman, against this small couch, looks even bigger than she did before. You estimate her height to be a few inches over 6’4, and her weight was at least 210 pounds. She had a large round belly that her tight grey dress clung to, but she was also equipped with considerable muscle definition - her arms were firm and strong as she wrapped them around you as you sat on the couch. She smelled like shea butter, and her dark skin was smooth and without bump or blemish. With one arm wrapped around your waist as you sat next to her, knees together, her other whipped her long braids behind her shoulder. She drank another sip of her beer.

“Ya know, I really do bust my ass for this company. New shipments come in, who stacks those boxes? Me. Some janitor doesn’t show, who grabs the push mop and picks up the slack? Me.”

She leaned back on the couch, her large round belly protruding, her great thighs, each as thick as your entire body, began to spread. Her gray dress begins riding up her enormous muscular thighs, and the smooth and supple ebony flesh shines in the dim light. It looks like she could crush your entire body between these thighs.

“And then I go to the gym after work. Every day. I go every damn day”.

She pulls you closer. You reach out to steady yourself, and your delicate pale palm lands on her immense thigh. She’s quiet for a moment, wanting to see where this goes. You embarrassedly pull your hand back, apologizing.

“No apology necessary, sugar. This is why I do it!”, she says, accentuating the statement by flexing her thighs. You marvel as the great muscles beneath awaken and shape her skin. They look so powerful, and you look down at your own legs, skinny and pale.

She spreads her legs a little wider, and you catch a whif of something intoxicating. It’s sweaty, and sour. A smell that you might recognize from yourself after a day of working out, but on her, it was ten times stronger.

“Here sugar, feel”, she says as her immense hand grabs your wrist, and gently places it on her thigh, this time, a little close to the inside. She flexes again, and you rub your hand along the muscles.

“You’re so strong.” You whisper, more to yourself than to her. Your pinky grazes something, and you pull your hand back, and a thick string of precum follows your fingers out into the air.

“Oh, I’m sorry about that honey! I get that way whenever I’m around pretty girls.”

“But I’m not a girl...”, you protest meekly.

“Sure, honey”, she says as she leans down to kiss you. Her lips cover yours, and her thick tongue, tasting of beer, probes into your mouth. She moves your hand from her thigh towards her crotch. You palm one of her testicles. The heat is intense, and her scrotum is immensely thick. You can feel that is it quite hairy, curly little black hairs. It feels like a tennis ball, it’s so big. She keeps kissing you and you give in and kiss her back.

“I was hoping they’d have something like this as this party. I’m all pent up and I needed a pretty girl- or, boy, to unload in”, she says between kisses. Your thin chest is now resting on her stomach as you crane your neck to continue kissing her, and your hand finds the other one. It’s slick and slimy and the smell now has grown stronger. It’s sweat mixed with the scent of her arousal. You can feel the precum strands on your hand.

“You want to see it?” She asks.

“See it?”

“Yeah, sugar. She don’t bite”. She gently grips you by the shoulders and places you on your knees between her thighs. You place your hands on her thighs at your side. She hikes up her dress. Her balls hang like two stoic orbs in a scrotum so thick that the wrinkles look like they might never get washed. Her cock was like a fat, dumb, purple soda can, half-hard, with a thick foreskin covering almost all of the purple head. She was unshaven, a small afro of curly black pubes covered her pubis and the base of her shaft, and peppered her balls too. A translucent drop of precum started from her cock slit and was already connected with the floor. The smell was what hit you the hardest. It was powerful, and strong, and revealed just how physical her job was. You delicately moved your hands to her sac, and palmed each of her testicles. Her sac was slimy with sweat and grease from a hard days work.

“I hope you don’t mind hun, I am an active woman”, she laughed. You suddenly remembered that there was a person connected to this penis, and you stopped Marcellino it it’s size and smell and looked up to her face. Beyond her great big gut and her full tits was her half-drunk face, smiling down at you. Her cock twitched in your hands and brought your attention back to the thick salty purple rod before you. Her powerful belly spilled over and hung before you. You traced the veins of her cock with your finger tips, and got to the foreskin. Precum was pooling in the lip of it around her slit as her cock got harder and harder. You’ve never seen. Foreskin this thick and long. You delicately stuck your finger in between the top of her glistening purple glans, and her foreskin, and ran it around the inside. Pulling it out, it was slick with precum. You tasted it and the salty fluid only made you want more. You brought your other hand up from her sac, and gently pumped her cock, revealing more of her glans, and causing a huge glob to ooze out. Both your hands being full, you tried to catch this with your mouth, without realizing. The volume was more than you have ever made, and the taste was incredibly, and forbidden. You’re pulled away from your dream-like state, your infatuation with this incredibly exhibit of futanari anatomy, by the sound of another beer being cracked open. Beyond her great belly she sipped her beer and smiled a toothy grin at you, spread her thighs wider, scooted her crotch towards your face a little more, and placed her free hand, strong, with long neon nails, on the back of your head and pushed it towards her twitching cock.

The foreskin rolled back again against your lips. You were shocked to find how hot her cock was. It was boiling. When you had the tip in your mouth, you swirled your tongue around the head and within her foreskin, tasting all the salty flavors that were trapped in there, bundled up and fermenting for a day in her tight pants. As you took more of it, your nose was buried in her pubes, and they smelled sweaty and were tickling your face. You brought one hand to her balls again, and felt the immense things in their sac, hot and alive. You want to taste them too. You pulled your mouth off her cock, and pumped it with one hand as you lowered her face to her great leather sac, pressed your nose between them and inhaled deeply.

She must have noticed: “Oh, I thought you’d be turned off by the smell. That’s what a hard day’s work smells like sugar!” As she laughed and drank her beer and adjusted her immense body. You dragged your tongue up the thick wrinkly scrotum, finding salty pockets of sweat and grease in all the folder of it. Your hand continued to pump, and you liked the hair areas on either side of her sac, where her inner thigh met her crotch.

“Ooh this boy a freak!” She hooted. You felt her cock twitch and you went back to blowing. Bobbing your head up and down. She just laid there and enjoyed it, watching you work. The small white mouth, with the huge purple cock disappearing into it. You placed a hand on her immense belly for support, as you sucks the fat purple member into your mouth. You grabbed a handful of her balls again, twisting the thick oily scrotum between your fingers. You bobbed faster, and reached your hand underneath her balls and teasingly rubbed at the very base of her cock, on her hairy taint. You felt her balls seize up against her body, and you diligently kept the pressure up. The precum was pooling in your mouth so fast that you couldn’t even swallow it anymore.

She began moaning, and told you to get ready, she was about to cum. You used your hand to pump her fat member as you applied suction to her head, your tongue petting the underside. She seized up, her thighs tensing, as she shot her bubbling hot load into your mouth. You kept sucking, kept pumping, and gently rubbed both of her balls with your palm as they emptied into your mouth. You swallowed most of her load but some drubbed out onto her balls. You gently squeezed her dick from the bottom up to get out any remaining come from her pipes. Her fat head still in your mouth, you swirled your tongue around her foreskin to clean up anything lest behind, and pulled the cockhead out of your mouth with an audible pop - just like in the movies. You swallowed again and slurped the remaining cum off her ballsack, and collapsed, panting, against her thigh, your face to the giant deflating dick that you just satisfied. She was panting too, and rubbing you head.

“Honey... that was incredible. Oh lord”

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