...enjoy it with a walk!

You step out into a perfect day. A cloudless sky puts the sun on full display. The coolness of the air perfectly offsets the heat of the sunlight. Trees offer plenty of shade throughout the neighborhood, giving it a cozier, more natural feel. The streets are quiet. You don't see anyone outside gardening or driving by. Must all be at work or school.

You feel a buzz in your pocket as you start walking.

New Message: Chrissy -

[You seem to be awfully fond of her...]

"Huh?" you say out loud. Its quicker to just speak at your phone than type back, even if you do look like kind of a weirdo. You don't know why she doesn't just call you or materialize out of nowhere.

[Nothing, just looked like you were enjoying her a lot... like a lot a lot... ]

"Wha-? Oh my gosh, are you jealous of Chelsea??"

[I'm a magical fucking entity, I have nothing to be jealous of... just saying you seemed really into her is all...]

"Holy shit, you're jealous of her! That's kinda cute actually haha."

[I will take your penis away without a second thought.]

"You mean my privileges?"

[No.]

"Awww come one now, you know no one could ever take your place in my heart. Or on my dick. They're all just gifts of the flesh, from you, my benefactor and favorite genie haha. None of these women even compare to you."

[Watch it with the genie talk... but that's what I like to hear :) ]

[And nice job with the shirt rule! You're really getting the hang of this! Excited to see what else you think up ;) ]

"Oh I'm gonna have plenty of fun with it, just you wait."

You pocket your phone, taking in the neighborhood as you take your stroll. The store isn't far, somewhere between a five and ten minute walk, mostly a straight shot. You're a couple blocks down and a street over when you see someone in the distance jogging towards you. They're on the taller side, dark high ponytail bouncing back and forth, wearing what seems to be barely any clothing. Obviously a woman.

What do we have here... you think.

You notice more detail as she gets closer. She's wearing blue, skin-hugging athletic shorts and a purple patterned sports bra. Her massive mammaries are really putting it to work; despite what looks like a proper fit, they still bounce around like they're trying to escape. Her skin is deeply and richly tanned, her hair and face telling you she's probably Arabic.

You have to talk to this fine specimen of a woman.

You wave her down once she's close enough. She slows to a walk, putting her hands on her hips as she approaches you out of breath.

"Hi there!" you say enthusiastically.

"Hello," she says, still catching her breath. She's got a thick accent (with an ass to match, you notice), but you can't quite pin down what it is. You see she's also on the chubbier side, got a nice bit of fluff in her midsection, meatier limbs, and a fuller face that you appreciate. She's only slightly shorter than you.

"Enjoying this fine day we're having?"

"Uh-huh. I was... trying to do some exercise... I was hoping no one would be out..." she says between pants, trying to control her breathing.

"Not a fan of spectators, huh?"

"I am not very happy with my body right now. I am a bit embarrassed for anyone to see me..." she shifts on her feet nervously.

"Really? How could you be ashamed of a body like that! You've got such ample, beautiful features! Makes me want to touch you all over... may I?" You put your hands out as if to touch her, stopping just short to wait for her response. You know you could just do it, but it kinda takes some of the fun and anticipation out of it. With a somewhat uncertain look, she nods. You immediately take two handfuls of her breasts over her sports bra. They're unbelievably soft, your hands almost sinking into them. She's a bit taken aback, but doesn't do anything to stop you. Your hands go exploring, moving to her arms, tummy, and back. "And you're so wonderfully soft!"

"I have too much fat..." she says, staring at the floor abashedly.

"You absolutely do not! You've got a good amount of thickness to you, which is healthy and sexy. At least, to me."

Her eyes dart up to your face for a moment before returning to the floor, a smile fighting for space on her face. "You are saying my fat is good?"

"I'm saying the extra meat on your bones makes you even more enticing." You exaggeratedly wink and blow a kiss at her.

She giggles, making her tits shake. She's finally making eye contact with you again. "You are lying just to make me feel better."

"I would never! Also, why would you wear such revealing clothes if you don't think your body is worth showing off?"

"My friends got it for me to give me confidence. I hate wearing it, but I had nothing else for running today."

"Well it must be my lucky day if I'm getting to see you wear it!" You bounce your eyebrows, getting more laughs from her. Your hands move to her plentiful ass cheeks, giving them some slaps, squeezes, and shakes. She tenses and takes a sharp breath in initially, but she quickly relaxes and moves her hands from her hips to rest on your chest, using you for support. "I never got your name?"

"My name is Maxine."

"A perfect match for the woman who carries it. And I gotta ask, where's that accent from?"

"My family is Algerian, but I was raised in France."

"Oh, very cool! No wonder it turns me on, it's so unique."

She purses her lips, still fighting that smile. "You talk to all women like this?"

"Only the prettiest ones," you tell her, pulling her in closer to you. Her smile finally breaks through, beaming across her face. "Oh my God, and she's got a radiant smile too?? How could you possibly be more perfect?"

She chuckles. "Tu as le beau parler, pas vrai?"

"And what does that mean?"

"It means flattery will get you nowhere, haha."

"Oh I think it'll get me plenty of places. Like maybe underneath this..." You take your hands off her ass, snaking your fingers under the front bottom band of her bra and pulling up to reveal her heavy tits. She gasps, looking down at her now bare chest. Her hands move off your chest, held up near her shoulders in shock. Her tits bounce and sag, hanging from her chest like two water balloons about to burst. Her nipples point towards you, her large areolae welcoming you to give them some attention. You start playing with them, feeling their weightiness.

"Oh my gosh!" she shouts. "What-... I don't-...!" She's at a loss for words.

"Are you not enjoying how I touch them?"

She looks between you and her boobs for a moment, conflicted. "I-... well of course it feels good, but... here??" She looks around, searching for any unwanted observers. "Where everyone can see us??"

"Don't worry, there's no one around! And even if there were, this is perfectly fine. We wouldn't get in any trouble."

Her face turns from shock to confusion. "Really?"

"Absolutely! In fact, I don't know why people don't do this more often. It's totally normal, and everyone knows they wanna grab a magnificent pair of tits like this all the time! It's even okay to do this..." You lean down and plant your mouth firmly over one of her nipples, sucking and licking on it. Her eyes close, her mouth hangs open, and she starts to moan softly as you suck on her titty. She puts her hand on the back of your head to gently hold you there. You tweak her other nipple while you suck, eliciting another sharp breath from her. You reciprocate attention for her other breast with your mouth, this time rubbing her pussy over her shorts while you do so. You can tell she's got some nice, plump lips. She returns the favor, grabbing and feeling your cock through your sweats.

You detach your mouth, returning your hand to massage her now wet breast.

"Doesn't this feel so good? To be doing this out in public, for everyone to see?"

She opens here eyes slightly, giving you a sleepy look. "Mmm hm hm," she hum-laughs, biting her lower lip.

"And it'd be even better to feel your mouth on my cock." She makes a "Oh so that's what you really want" face at you. "The way you're touching it tells me you know you want to." You flash a smile at her.

She fake hesitates, exaggerating a thinking face before shrugging her shoulders and slowly squatting until her face is level with your crotch. She pulls your pants down, your cock springing forth and almost hitting her in the face. She gasps.

"Mon dieu..."

"You like?" She nods, eyes glued to your massive member. "So you're a closet freak, huh?"

Her eyes meet yours without moving her head, a sly grin on her face. She sticks her tongue out, using it to pick up the tip of your dick and guide it into her mouth. Look ma, no hands! You're impressed. She sucks the tip briefly before popping it out, saying, "I may be shy about my body, but that doesn't mean I'm so shy about sex."

"Oh I like the sound of that."

She spits in her hand and strokes your length, getting you harder and harder. Pretty soon you're at full attention and she's running her mouth along your cock. She's surprisingly eager to take you into her mouth, going at it with the ferocity of a seasoned slut (your favorite kind). She slurps, gags, and gobbles your cock, forcing it down her throat until it's distended and her nose is touching flesh. Her mouth and your cock get wetter and sloppier with each pass. Her hands are everywhere, travelling from your cock to grabbing her tits to rubbing her hands all over your body.

"Goddamn, girl! Acting like this is your last meal!"

She pulls your cock out of her mouth, spit and precum connecting the two and coating them both. She sticks her tongue out, slapping your cock against it, then rubbing it all over her face. Her face glistens with fluids. She blows bubbles on your cock before working the tip with her mouth again, her hands working your shaft with a double wrist twist.

Her head game gives you goosebumps. You don't even bother trying to face fuck her, she's practically doing it herself. Your hands just rest atop her head while you lean your had back and enjoy getting closer to orgasm.

You look around the neighborhood, taking in the scene. It's picturesque and serene, like a painting come to life. Only this painting comes with the sounds of a French-Arab nympho coughing and choking on your dick, trying to take in as much of you as she can with her hand down her shorts making macaroni sounds.

Your eyes settle on the house you two are in front of, and you're surprised to see you have an audience! Not too far away, a woman leans against the railing of her porch, coffee nestled in her hands. She's wearing a champagne colored silk robe. It hugs her body in all the right ways, showing off her curves. It's so short that it barely covers her large, round ass, basically not even touching her fleshy legs. Upon closer inspection, you realize you can see the reflection of her behind in the window: the robe rides so high on her ass that you can see she's not wearing panties, her pussy lips on full display between her mountainous cheeks. Her waist is snatched, as if squeezed by an invisible belt that's been cinched to the last belt hole. Her enormous rack hangs heavy in front of the railing, her cleavage contained only to the most minimal degree. It looks like her breasts could slide out at any moment, swinging in the breeze. Her hair is similarly thick to Maxine's, though much wavier and voluminous. Her skin is slightly fairer than Maxine's, but still in the same range of tone. The features of her face are sharply defined: big clear eyes of chocolate, high cheekbones that could cut a diamond, lips like pillows stuffed to the point of bursting, yet all in perfect concert with one another. Nothing obviously fake, just natural classical beauty.

Her gaze is trained on you, intense, focused, and dominating. Her eyes tell the story of a woman who knows what she wants, and always gets it. There's something warm and welcoming about it, though; almost like she's luring you in. She takes a sip of her coffee, gives a small crooked smile, and sends a small wave to you. Her 'fuck me' eyes are the cherry on top.

Entranced by her, and still enjoying the pleasures of Maxine's talented head service, you slowly wave back.