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QuikStory #3 - Sweet, Sweet
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QUIKstory 3 -- Sweet, Sweet -- by Footman
Say it.
I can't.
But I want you to. It's all right. She stood up and twirled around and
when she did her skirt flew up slightly and I caught sight of her thighs. They
were big thighs and that was why I was here.
Say it now, she said.
I want to fuck a fat woman like you.
Say it again. Her hands undid the first button of her blouse. I
watched. She had large fingers -- not long but pudgy. She wore a black skirt
and shiny black heels and light black nylons. Her legs were large but they
looked smooth. They swelled around the ankles slightly but not much. But I
liked it.
She undid the second button of her blouse and I saw the top edge of a
black lace bra. I don't mind being fat, she told me. I like it.
You look good, I say.
You're a fatman, aren't you?
A what?
She opened her blouse and revealed her large titties. Look at these,
she said and ran her hands to her breasts and held them with her palms. This
is something you like isn't it? You're a fatman. Someone who lusts after fat
women.
Yes.
You like us, she said, because there is so much of us. And look. She
snapped open the clasp and the bra fell open revealing large breasts with very
hard, very large nipples. I like my nipples, she said. They are big nipples.
Now. She snapped her bra back on and held her blouse together. Were you
expecting this?
I wanted you, I said and stood to kiss her. Her lips were soft. Her
tongue touched mine and we stood there. I pulled her close. Our kisses became
harder and I felt her pull me close.
You want me bad, she said. But you can't have me like that. You have
to be nice. Sit down.
I sat.
You have to do some things.
What things.
She let her blouse drop open again. I'm wet, she said. I'm a fat woman
with a wet pussy. Now what are you going to do about that.
I could lick it.
I knelt in front of her and slid my hands up her legs and beneath her
skirt. I slid them up the nylon and over her thighs and around her ass.
Tell me how much I turn you on, she said. I like you on your knees
like that. Tell me.
You do.
I what? She took hold of me and pressed me into her skirt, against her
pussy. Say it.
Baby, I said. You turn me on.
Am I fat enough to fuck?
Yes, I said.
No more skinny women for you, she said. She lifted up her skirt. Now
look at this, she said. I saw she wore black lace panties beneath her
stockings. I have panties on, she said. I'm wearing pantyhose and panties.
Yes.
You like lace panties?
Yes.
She turned so that her ass was in my face. Kiss it, she said. Press
your face against it and kiss it.
I pressed my lips against the nylon of of her pantyhose. I kissed her
ass. It was big, bigger than any ass I'd seen, but I loved it. I let my tongue
lick against it. I licked from one cheek to the other. I licked and as I
licked I let my hands creep up the sides of her legs around the front of her
thighs until I found her pussy. She took my hands and pulled them close.
I'm wet, she said and slid her hand down inside her pantyhose and
panties and stuck her fingers up herself. See how wet I am? She reached around
behind her to where I sat and groped for my mouth. I took her fingers and
licked them. I licked all her wetness and said, More. Get them wet again.
She did.
Play with yourself, I said. I want to see that. And she moved her
fingers deep inside her pussy. As she did that I caressed her ass and would
occasionally reach around to her front and slide my own hand down inside her
panties and touch the wetness contained therein. Sweet wetness, wetness I did
not forget and could not get enough of. It was the best pussy I had tasted,
the sweetest.
How hard is your cock? she whispered.
Keep playing, I said. Keep playing. I took her fingers and slid one
inside my mouth and pushed it all the way back so it would slide no farther.
And then I moved my mouth up and down her finger until it was slick. And then
I took her little finger and did the same thing. I moved up and down, up and
down. She began to breath heavier. I felt her knees shake. She couldn't keep
her balance. She double-stepped forward but I held firm. I did not let her go.
When I had licked her little finger I went back to her ass. I bit. I bit again
and again. I let my tongue run down the seam along her ass crack. Her ass like
her pussy tasted sweet. The sweetness of fat. Next I wanted her toes.
Everything, all over her body. My tonue pressed against her ass crack, pressed
deeper, and then I moved down, knelt closer, so that her ass and pussy was
above me and my ears were between her fat thighs.
Let me, she said but was out of breath. Let me get on the bed.
No bitch, I said. You fat bitch.
Take me on the bed.
I moved my head out from beneath her and spanked her ass. She pitched
forward and I grabbed her legs and she fell to the floor. She tried to grab
the bed but couldn't.
I stood up over her. You fat bitch, I said. You fat bitch.
Fuck me. Fuck me hard.
I took out my cock. You suck me, I said. You sweet fat bitch.
I pressed my cock into her face and into her mouth.
I guided her up and down once and said, That's right. Get it slick.
Get it wet, bitch.
Her fingers fumbled with my cock and tried to hold it but I was
pushing it into her mouth. She had beautiful fingernails, long and red, and I
thought how nice it was to stand above this fat bitch and watch her red nails
and fat fingers fumble with my big cock.
She slowed. She tried to find a rhythm but I wouldn't allow it. I took
my cock out and pressed it to her cheek. And then I told her to roll over. Lay
on your stomach, I told her. Do it.
Fuck me, she whispered. Please fuck me with your cock.
I straddled her fat ass, both my knees planted on either side of her.
What can you do now? I asked her. What are you going to do for me?
Anything, she said.
I want to tie you up. I pressed my lips against her cheek and
whispered into her ear. How come you taste so sweet? Tell me that.
I don't know.
Then licked her neck. I know why. I know why.
I'm fat.
That's right.
I'm fat with a sweet pussy.
Baby, I whispered. Baby. And then I stroked her face, gently. Did I
hurt you?
I wanted that. I like that rough talk.
Yes.
Her hand touched my cheek. Baby, I like that. You have a beautiful
cock.
Keep your eyes closed, I told her. Are your eyes closed?
Yes.
I want to look at you. I touched her ass now and ran my fingers gently
over her fat back. I touched the roll of fat above the topseam of her
pantyhose. I like you on your stomach like this, I told her. I like it when I
can look at you and you not look at me. And then I began touching my tongue to
her back, gently, dabbing softly.
Yes, she whispered. Yes.
She rolled onto her back and I undid her bra. She said, That's a good
boy.
I took hold of one breast and brought it gently to my lips and began
sucking gently on her nipple.
You're a good boy. I like that. Her voice was soft. Suck the other
now.
I did. She stroked my hair. I like that, she said. You're so gently.
I held her breast and pressed her nipple to my lips and kissed it and
then kissed the other. I like this, I said and ran my tongue from between her
breasts down her stomach to her belly button and then licked at the topseam of
her pantyhose. I took hold of them and pulled them down and she arched her
back and I brought the nylons to her knees. And then I grabbed her black lace
panties and brought them down and on the cotton crotch could see how wet she
had been. I pressed my nose deep inside her pussy and she arched her back
again and tried to spread her legs but couldn't because the pantyhose and
panties kept her legs together. With her left foot she slid off her right shoe
and with her right foot she did the same. I licked her pussy and then moved
and looked down at her feet. Small feet, nice toes. They were like her
fingers, pudgy like that. I moved my tongue down her white leg and then over
her pantyhose and panties and then down to her feet which were still in
pantyhose. Smalll feet with high arches. I took her foot and pressed her toes
to my lips and could feel how warm they were and they too smelled sweet. I
pressed her sole to to my lips and began working my tongue against, licking
and kissing, the bottom of her feet.
Tell me how sweet, she whispered. Now she was out of breath, breathing
fast. Tell me, baby.
I told her.
end.
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