Sex

Melody hesitated in the entryway, her full breasts rising and falling rapidly beneath the snug black dress, the fabric stretched tight across her chest. Her cheeks burned with embarrassment as she processed your words. After a long, trembling pause, she whispered, “I… I don’t want to call a friend. That would be too humiliating. And spanking… I can’t handle that right now. So I choose… get fucked.”

Her choice sealed it. The power thrummed through you, locking in her decision. You stepped closer, towering over her 5’6” frame in her 4-inch heels. “Good girl, Melody. Bedroom. Now.”

She led the way on shaky legs, her ass swaying invitingly in the form-fitting dress with every step down the hallway. Once inside her softly lit bedroom—gray linens, a large mirror opposite the bed, faint vanilla scent—you closed the door behind you. “Strip. Slowly.”

“Would you rather take everything off yourself while I watch, or have me tear the dress off your body?” you asked.

“I’ll… do it myself,” she murmured, defeated. Her fingers found the zipper at her side. The black fabric slid down her curves like liquid, revealing inch after inch of flawless, creamy skin. The dress pooled at her feet, leaving her in a lacy black bra that struggled to contain her massive tits, matching panties, sheer stockings, and those glossy pointy-toed heels. She reached back, unclasped the bra, and let her heavy breasts spill free. They were magnificent—full, round, naturally perky DDs with wide pink areolas and already stiff nipples. She peeled the stockings down her long legs one by one, then hooked her thumbs into her panties and slid them off, exposing her smooth, shaved pussy.

Naked except for the diamond jewelry and heels, Melody stood before you, arms instinctively trying to cover herself before you ordered them down. Your cock strained against your pants at the sight.

“On the bed. Hands and knees first,” you commanded. She crawled onto the mattress, arching her back and presenting her ass and pussy to you. You undressed quickly, your thick, hard cock springing free. Positioning yourself behind her, you rubbed the swollen head up and down her slit, feeling her reluctant wetness coat you.

“Would you rather I slide in slow and gentle, or bury myself deep in one hard thrust?” you asked, teasing her entrance.

“Slow… please,” she breathed.

You pushed forward gradually, savoring every tight inch as her warm, velvety pussy stretched around your girth. Melody moaned into the pillow, her fingers clutching the sheets. “Oh god… you’re so big,” she gasped when you finally bottomed out, your hips pressed flush against her firm ass. You held still for a moment, letting her adjust, then began to thrust—long, deep strokes that made her massive tits swing beneath her.

Your hands roamed her body greedily. You reached underneath to grab those heavy breasts, squeezing and kneading the soft flesh while you fucked her. Her nipples were rock-hard between your fingers as you pinched and tugged them. The wet sounds of your cock plunging into her filled the room, mixed with her involuntary moans.

“Would you rather I go faster and harder, or keep this deep, grinding pace while I play with your clit?”

“Faster… harder,” she chose, surprising you both as her hips started pushing back to meet your thrusts.

You gripped her hips tighter and picked up speed, slamming into her with powerful strokes. Her ass rippled with every impact. You reached around and found her swollen clit, rubbing tight circles as you pounded her. Melody’s moans grew louder, her pussy clenching rhythmically around your shaft. “I’m… I’m going to cum,” she whimpered.

“Cum on my cock then,” you growled, thrusting even deeper. Her body tensed, then shattered. Her pussy spasmed wildly, flooding your length with her juices as she cried out in orgasm. The intense contractions milked you, but you held back, savoring the feeling.

You pulled out and flipped her onto her back. Her legs spread wide for you automatically. Those huge tits spread slightly to the sides with the motion, nipples pointing upward. You climbed between her thighs and sank back inside her in one smooth thrust.

“Would you rather I fuck you missionary so I can watch your face and tits, or put your legs over my shoulders for deeper penetration?”

“Missionary… I want to see you too,” she said softly, eyes half-lidded with reluctant pleasure.

You hooked her stocking-free legs around your waist and drove into her steadily. Leaning down, you captured one of her nipples in your mouth, sucking hard while your hips pistoned. Her tits bounced beautifully with every thrust, jiggling against your chest. You alternated between deep, grinding strokes that rubbed her clit and faster, shorter pumps that made the bed creak.

Melody’s hands hesitantly came up to grip your shoulders. “It feels… too good,” she admitted between moans. You kissed and bit at her neck, leaving light marks as you fucked her harder. The power let you read her desires perfectly through her choices.

“Would you rather I pull your hair while I fuck you, or choke you lightly?”

“Pull my hair,” she gasped.

You tangled your fingers in her long brunette locks and tugged her head back, exposing her throat as you slammed into her. Her pussy fluttered around you again, another orgasm building fast. You released her hair to slap her tits lightly, watching them jiggle and turn pink. Then you leaned back, grabbed her ankles, and spread her legs wide, pounding her with everything you had.

Her third orgasm hit like a wave. She arched off the bed, screaming as her walls clamped down on you like a vice. The sight and sensation pushed you close to the edge.

“Would you rather I cum deep inside your pussy, or pull out and cum all over your tits and face?”

“Inside me… fill me up,” Melody moaned, lost in the pleasure.

You buried yourself to the hilt and erupted. Thick ropes of hot cum flooded her pussy, pulse after pulse as you groaned in release. You kept thrusting through it, pushing your seed deeper until you were spent.

Even then, you weren’t finished. You stayed inside her, softening slowly while you played with her cum-filled pussy. After a short rest, you grew hard again from the sight of her flushed, thoroughly fucked body.

“Would you rather ride me cowgirl so I can watch those massive tits bounce, or get on top in reverse so I can see your ass?”

“Cowgirl,” she chose, climbing onto you with trembling limbs.

Melody straddled your hips and lowered herself onto your cock, taking every inch until she sat fully impaled. Her hands braced on your chest as she began to ride. You reached up and mauled her swinging breasts, squeezing them together and slapping them gently as they bounced hypnotically. She picked up speed, grinding her clit against you on every downstroke, her moans turning into desperate cries.

You thrust up to meet her, making her tits jiggle even more wildly. “Would you rather I suck on your nipples while you ride, or finger your ass at the same time?”

“Suck my nipples,” she panted.

You pulled her down, capturing one fat nipple in your mouth and then the other, sucking and biting while she rode you faster. Her pussy was soaking wet, your earlier cum mixing with her fresh juices and dripping down your balls. She came again hard, grinding down and shuddering on top of you.

You flipped positions once more, putting her on her side and entering her from behind in a spooning fuck. One hand cupped a massive breast, the other rubbed her clit as you took her with slow, deep strokes. “Would you rather I cum in you again or switch to your mouth?”

“Cum in me again,” she whispered.

You did—pumping another load deep into her overflowing pussy. The excess leaked out around your cock as you continued thrusting through the orgasm.

For the next long stretch you explored every angle. You had her on the edge of the bed with her legs over your shoulders, drilling straight down into her. Then against the wall, her back pressed to the cool surface while you held her up and fucked her senseless, her heels digging into your back. You made her bend over the vanity so she could watch herself in the mirror getting railed, tits pressed against the glass, mascara running slightly from overwhelmed tears of pleasure.

Every few minutes you offered another choice, keeping her engaged in her own submission:

“Would you rather I fuck your tits now or eat your cum-filled pussy first?”

“Fuck my tits.”

You straddled her chest, sliding your slick cock between those perfect, soft pillows as she pressed them together. The sight was obscene—your shaft disappearing into her cleavage while she looked up at you with hazy eyes. You thrust until you were ready, then fed her the head to finish the load in her mouth. She swallowed obediently.

Later: “Would you rather I take you from behind again or make you sit on my face?”

She chose sitting on your face. You lay back as she lowered her dripping, cum-leaking pussy onto your mouth. You licked and sucked her clit ravenously, swallowing the mixture of your cum and her juices while she ground against your tongue and came hard.

The marathon continued. You lost track of how many times you made her cum—five, six, seven—as you used her body relentlessly. Her massive tits were red from your hands and mouth, her pussy swollen and glistening, her voice hoarse from moaning. Sweat slicked both your bodies as you fucked her in every position imaginable, always pausing to let her choose the next variation.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity of raw, power-fueled sex, you pulled her into one last intense missionary fuck. You pinned her wrists above her head, staring into her eyes as you drove into her with long, powerful strokes. “One final choice, Melody. Would you rather I fill you with my last load or cover your entire body in it?”

“Fill me,” she begged, legs wrapped tight around you.

You slammed deep and unleashed everything you had left, pumping rope after thick rope into her womb until it overflowed. You stayed buried inside her, both of you panting and trembling as the intense session reached its peak.