Throw It Back
Starring: Demi Rose Mawby
Themes: One Night Stand, Big Tits, Booty, Romance
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Ibiza, SpainThe sound of beats filled the room. Hands tapped on bongos to make a slow rhythm. The shaking sounds of maracas complimented the drums while a flute played notes into riffs. Chatter among various people could be heard over the music due to the low volume at which the instruments were played. The bar was busy, with several people coming and going. That was untypical for a Friday night. Outside the dance clubs in Ibiza, there was a different music scene with a more exotic taste. Pendant lights radiated dim hues compared to the blinding LED neon colors in clubs blaring electronic music. Tiki bars became popular after the pandemic, along with music that had flavors from other parts of the world. Demi Rose Mawby didn't know what genre of music was playing or where it was from, but she found comfort here. The twenty-eight-year-old glamour model was home at last after a long trip to Egypt that almost turned into a vacation.
Home is where the heart is, or so they say. Demi believed this to be true. She left her home in England to live in Ibiza as her influence on social media began to climb. Without the glamour industry to rely on, Demi made her presence known in the digital world online. It had been four years since she opened her FansOnly account. She was now enjoying the taste of success that came with monetizing her voluptuous body as a model. Demi had strong pride in her thick, hourglass form, which she had spent years crafting into feminine perfection. A countless number of people saw her now world famous booty online and would pay for exclusive photo sets. Modeling was her true love that gave her an outlet to use her own creativity in photo sessions. It was better than any other kind of job she could've sought. The trip to Egypt was only complete after she modeled various thongs and tiny bikinis for a brand that offered her a check in return. That was one of the perks that came with being a social influencer. Her trips were bought and paid for with the earnings from endorsements modeling in brandname clothing.
Every trip was complete with a plane ticket home to Ibiza. Her home was a marvelous villa with a private beach. The five bedroom mansion had many rooms to decorate with various styles of furniture and ornaments to be used in photo shoots. Demi had shot thousands of photos of herself in the home. Every room found its way in the background scenery of her online pictures. Upstairs led to a balcony near the master bedroom, where she took advantage of the sunsets. There was something special about snapping photos of her ass with attention to detail for what was in the background. Almost every photo session ended with her stripped and making suggestive poses. Anything that made her giant tits spill out or focused on the immense size of her ass. Demi couldn't help but think about her future photo shoots on a night like this. She was bored and out in town to enjoy music and a few drinks. Most of the locals knew her since she came and went from club to club. In her first two years living here, she spent many nights at the dance clubs.
Times changed over the passing of years. It was not every night she could tolerate having her ears blasted with the sounds of drum machines and synths. Demi tried to take up gigs as a DJ at one club. She enjoyed the publicity in tabloids from her home country more than the music itself. It was the closest she could get to the glory of Page 3 girls from the past. For the past year, she found herself enjoying exotic music more casually. She had her friends to thank for dragging her to the smaller clubs and bars last year. Sometimes she traveled with them, other times she went solo. This was one of those nights. Most of her friends were other girls with similar interests in New Age philosophies and fashion. The men in her life came and went. Demi had a few male friends who had the same hobbies she invested in. Some were travelers she met along the way on her trips. Others were guys she knew from England and America who worked as freelance photographers.
Through the mutual pursuit of happiness, Demi saw her male friends differently from the girls she kept as friends. Boyfriends came and went with the passing of the seasons. Some of them were helpful with her modeling career, taking the time to position cameras and record videos. Others were guys who had her number in a phone, knowing they could call her anytime she was close by. Casual sex was something she indulged in often. The choice was hers to use her body for pleasure, knowing she was viewed as a sex symbol by her legions of fans around the world. It was useful to have friends with benefits who engaged in kinky fun and left with no strings attached. Demi decided after her last breakup that she was not ready for another committed relationship. At least not yet. In no hurry to settle down with one partner, she weighed her options with the men she had as friends. Some were only useful for sex. Others were good friends whom she was simply not attracted to.
As she stood against the wall, her pink lips curled into a subtle smile. Demi blinked her eyes as she studied the bongo drums from a distance. Her long black hair was braided into a French ponytail extending down her back. A strapless, buttoned-up black leather corset covered her busty chest. Her cleavage was pressed in by the outfit, which was almost too small to contain them. Demi chose it for the sole reason of making it appear as if her tits were about to spill out, despite the tightness. Below her slim waist, she wore a pair of black pants hugging every curve of her figure. The choice of pants to go with the corset was only to make her massive ass stick out and be seen. She thrived on the attention that her body gave her in public. Women would turn to look and glance away in jealousy, while men gave her several different impressions. The look on a face could tell a story without a single word being spoken.
Such was the tale of one man across the room. Demi noticed a tall, slim man in the distance, within the corner of her left eye. His hair was short in what appeared to be a receding line that revealed his age. A pair of glasses covered his eyes with rimless rectangular lens. The youngest he could've been was in his late thirties, she assumed. Her gaze shifted in his direction to make eye contact. He was leaning against an unoccupied space at the bar, dressed in a black suit. The first few buttons on the jacket were undone, exposing a collared white shirt. Demi could see his blue eyes looking at her with an expression of amazement on his face as he undoubtedly studied her hourglass figure. Was he brave enough to approach her and strike up a conversation? Only time would tell. She had been standing in the same spot for close to twenty minutes, soaking in the attention his wandering eyes gave her. It felt like an eternity was passing as she waited for him to approach her.
As the time slipped by, they played this game of looking in each other's direction. Demi would smirk while he returned the gesture with a small grin, showing the top row of his white teeth. She finally grew bored waiting and moved from the wall. Strutting her famous curves, she moved towards the bar, where he could strike up a conversation with her if he so desired. She didn't want to have to make the move. If a man wanted her, it was up to him to try his luck. Moving towards the bar, Demi made eye contact. A flicker of yellow lights ricocheted from his glasses. He shyly glanced away for a moment. When his gaze returned her way, Demi smirked. She almost whispered a greeting, but she was still leaving the choice to him. He was clearly older than her, so that gave her the impression that he had to carry himself with some level of confidence. That was seen when he finally made his way towards her and spoke.
"Hello there."
His words were spoken with the flair of an American accent. She countered it with her British tone.
"Good evening, mister. I've noticed you looking at me from back here. So who are you, stranger?"
"My name's Aaron."
"How do you do, Aaron?"
"I'm good, Miss. Mawby."
Smiling at him, she giggled softly.
"Wow, you know who I am?"
"Yes, I do. I know all about you."
"I must say I'm flattered."
At least she wasn't going to need to introduce herself, Demi thought to herself. She was surprised an American like him recognized her, then again, she had to remember just how many fans she had online.
"Are you going to offer to buy me a drink?"
Aaron shook his head to answer that question.
"No, I'm not much of a drinker."
"If that's so, then what are you doing in a place like this?"
He chuckled. Demi noticed his eyes drifting from her face down to her heavy cleavage. She was happy to distract him with the view.
"I'm in town for some business and thought I would check out a few local places. I also expected I might find you here."
"Really? Who told you that I would be here?"
"No one. I took a chance knowing that you're in Ibiza."
Smirking at him, Demi noticed a second glance at her cleavage. She grinned at him and began to think of the ways she could push his buttons. A man like this, who was seeking her, had plans of his own. This was not a casual meeting with a stranger. Demi could tell from the look in his eyes that he wanted her.
"I take it that you're a fan of mine."
"Yes, I've been following you online for years. I first saw you in the Daily Mail. They used to post your pictures in articles all the time."
She giggled.
"I think they still do, or so their celebrity last told me. What kind of business are you into?"
"Marketing. I work with a firm in Wisconsin."
"Is that where you're from?"
"No, I'm a Michigan man."
"Well, I'm from England, as I'm sure you already know. It's quite interesting that an American like you reads the Daily Mail. Would a Michigan man like yourself fancy sharing a drink with an English lady?"
"As long as it's not alcohol."
Demi smirked. He didn't take the bait from her teasing. She had to respect that commitment. She sat down on the bar stool and watched him take a seat directly next to her. Her right shoulder brushed against his left arm. The bartender was an older man with a long gray beard and a blue shirt. Aaron raised his right hand index finger to make his order first.
"I would like a dole whip, please."
Impressed by his choice of a non-alcoholic treat, Demi spoke up.
"I'll have one too."
He turned to look in her direction. The lights above cast a blinding spot in the corner of his glasses, making it difficult for Demi to maintain eye contact with him.
"You didn't tell me what you're doing out here in Ibiza. Are you here for work?"
Shaking his head, Aaron smiled.
"No, I'm on vacation right now."
"So you decide to come here if your time off in hopes of finding me?"
The bartender returned with their orders. Two Dole Whips in glass cups, complete with whipped cream toppings, and a plastic straw poking out. Aaron smiled at the man and reached into his jacket to pull out his wallet. Demi shoved the straw to her lips and began sipping as she watched him pay for both drinks. Aaron didn't bother asking if she would let him pay. She was delighted to see him doing so, like a proper gentleman.
"This is my third trip to Ibiza. I like the bars, but you've got it right. I've been hoping I would eventually bump into you somewhere around here."
He took a sip while Demi pulled the straw from her lips.
"It's not every night I meet a stranger who came all the way out here to try and hook up with me."
"What can I say? You're a goddess, Demi."
"Thank you."
She took another sip from the straw while blushing. Aaron took his time drinking from his. The pineapple juice was a good mix-up from ordering martinis or any other kind of drink. Thinking to herself, Demi wanted to tease him. She had to push herself to see just how dedicated he was in this conquest of meeting her.
"I can't believe I've finally met you. This alone has made my trip worth it. The last time I came here, I kept hoping that I would find you somewhere. My prayers were answered tonight."
He spoke before she had a chance to test him with a question. Demi smiled innocently before replying.
"I thank you for calling me a goddess. I like to think I should be worshiped like one. I might disappoint you when I tell you this, but I'm not an escort."
Aaron raised his eyebrows.
"An escort?"
"That is what you think I am, right? I know how businessmen like you think."
"Demi, you've got it wrong. I'm not one of those types of guys."
She glanced away from his face and sipped on her drink as Aaron carried on.
"I wouldn't come out here and try to pay my way to a good time. I don't like whores. If you think I'm looking at you like that, you're mistaken. I call you a goddess, cause that's what I really think of you as a woman."
After swallowing a bit of the juice, Demi looked at him with a smirk. He sounded sincere in his words. She was trying to rattle his cage to see his true intentions. Aaron could not hide his attraction to her, even if he tried. He did not strike her as the type of man who came out to Ibiza scouting for hookers, but Demi still wanted to see how he would react to that. Aaron reached into his jacket and pulled out his phone. He quietly tapped his fingers on the screen to navigate through the internet. He pulled up a page on social media and then showed her the phone clutched in his right hand.
"This is me. You can tell me yourself if I look like one of those guys trying to hit you up on Instagram or Twitter."
The screen of his phone revealed a LinkedIn page. Demi began reading it aloud.
"Aaron Matthews, marketing chief at Lightstone Advertising since 2018."
Demi reached for his phone with her hands, taking it from him without asking. She scrolled the page and saw the contacts with his boss and other employees at work who left positive reviews for him. His college background was at the University of Michigan. She smiled and handed the phone back to him.
"I guess I owe you an apology then, Aaron. You're not the type of suit wearing tossers that come around thinking they can buy my love."
Hearing that word 'tosser' in her sexy English accent made him blush. He put his phone back in his pocket and nodded.
"I'm not a liar. If you ever want to know anything about me, all you have to do is ask."
"Well then, how's the weather in your part of America?"
"It's uncomfortably cold. Too much ice and snow."
She smiled.
"I like a fair bit of snow."
"Everyone does until they have to spend every morning shoveling it out from the front door. By then, you'll be tired of it."
The band began playing music once again. Time was passing in such a way that Demi promptly forgot about the rhythm in the background. She leaned down and licked some of the whipped cream from her glass. Aaron watched her closely as she licked her lips and swallowed every bit of it. She got up from her stool and offered her right hand to him.
"Come on. I want to dance with someone."
"I'm not a dancer."
Demi tugged at his arm.
"You don't have to be a professional. Come on, I'll show you a thing or two about dancing with a woman."
If he truly believed her to be a goddess, he should see it as an honor to dance with her. That was what Demi thought to herself as she pulled him from his seat. The band shifted into a fast tempo to set the rhythm for dancing. Aaron took Demi's hand. She pulled him away from the bar before letting go. Stepping ahead of him, she strutted her hips to give him a good view of her thick ass cheeks moving with each and every step she took. There was a small space between the bar and tables with seats. A few people were dancing to the music as Demi turned to face Aaron. She moved her hips while throwing up her arms to drape around his neck, pulling him. His eyes widened at the sight of her busty chest. Demi shoved her breasts against his chest to see how he would react. Aaron was still gazing down at her boobs as he moved his hands to her hips.
A smile ran across her lips as she unwrapped her arms from his neck and began to turn around. Demi had a way of hiding her mischievous nature behind cute, modest looks. Deep down, there was something more dirty inside her. If Aaron could prove himself to impress her further, maybe he would discover that side of her. Demi leaned forward and pressed her giant ass against his crotch. She heard him moan as he slid his hands across her hips. Biting her lower lip, Demi turned her head and noticed the drummer busy with his set of bongo drums. She moved her hips to bump her ass against Aaron's crotch while watching the man slap his hands across the round-shaped drums. The sight made her think about what it would be like to have Aaron's palms smacking across her round, firm booty cheeks. His fingers trailed up her hips, exploring her body. Demi tried to grind to the rhythm of the music but was moving slightly behind the beat. She turned around to face Aaron again.
"You like my style of bump and grind?"
He nodded with a smile.
"I like it. You know how to swing that ass, don't you, Demi?"
If he was daring her, she was now obliged to follow his wish. Spinning around, Demi bumped her booty against his left leg and shoved it into his crotch. Her ponytail whipped around. She bent down, no longer caring about the rhythm of the music at all, as she grabbed her knees. Demi rolled her hips and twerked her ass against his crotch. She stepped up after three seconds and rubbed her booty against him up and down. Aaron moaned at her touch.
"You have the ass of a goddess."
His words made her stop and lean back up. Demi glanced at him from across her shoulder. She wanted to see if he was embarrassed about this happening in public. The expression he carried told her that he wasn't. That was enough to excite her for more.
"Thank you. You're not a bad dancer, Aaron."
Turning back around to face him once more, she took his hand and moved a bit closer.
"I can give you all the booty you want and more back at my place."
"Is that your way of inviting me to your place?"
She raised her eyebrows at him.
"What do you think, handsome?"
"I don't think I could resist such an offer from a goddess, Demi."
"You can't! I'm simply irresistible, and I deserve to be worshiped like a goddess, don't you think?"
Her lips pressed against his before he had a chance to reply. This was Demi's final trial to see if he was worthy of handling her curvaceous body in private. Just one kiss to seal the moment. His tongue slithered beyond her lips, and the moment shifted into one of burning passion. Demi felt his bulging member pressing against her thighs as Aaron wrapped his right arm around her and pulled her in to continue this tender kiss. He was a fine kisser, Demi had to admit. When their lips finally broke apart, she smiled at him.
"I like the way you kiss."
His arm was wrapped around her in such a way as if he were not going to let go. This was the kind of touch she enjoyed from a man, showing a flair for dominance.
"Let's get outta here, Aaron. I'll take you back to my place, and then we can get to really know each other better."
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1 HOUR LATER
Leaving the bar hand-in-hand, Demi was more than happy to give Aaron a short walk around the block. She had a bodyguard outside who was also her chauffeur for nights like these. Demi made a comment that she never had to drive herself. She preferred sitting in the backseat like a royal princess while she was escorted around town. Demi's vehicle of choice was a vintage Rolls Royce. The design screamed 1950s, but Aaron did not ask for the specific year. The chrome metal had been replaced with all gold parts to give a more elegant vibe with the fresh coat of white paint. It was considered an antique when Demi purchased it at an auction. She spent several thousand dollars having it refurbished and to be properly used as a personal limo of sorts. It was just the type of old car that made heads turn and made people grab their phones and snap quick photos.
In the backseat, she sat close to Aaron in the small space. The ride to her mansion was short and quiet. Aaron held her hand, lacing their fingers together as they exchanged looks back and forth at each other. He wasn't in the mood to strike up a conversation. She saw the outline of his cock still poking forward in the front of his pants. That told her all she needed to know. Once they reached the mansion, Aaron got out of the car first and took Demi's hand, helping her out. The driver opened the door from the garage, and it was now her turn to welcome a new friend into her home. This was always something fun for Demi. She enjoyed witnessing the many expressions of surprise and wonder as someone marveled at her lavish home. Hearing a 'wow' and 'woah' upon entering every room made her smile. The night hours prevented her from being able to show off the backyard and beachside. Demi walked Aaron around the house, finding the lounge room, where she offered him a drink.
It was only courtesy to make him comfortable in her home before they moved on to the real event. Aaron once again refused any taste of alcohol, insisting on having a soda or a simple glass of water. Demi laughed. She had something she could tease him about if this event went on for anything more than a one night stand. She slipped her heels off, encouraging him to go ahead and take off his shoes and socks. He didn't stop there. Demi watched him pull off his jacket, showing the white collared shirt he had on underneath. She let him leave it behind on the couch while inviting him upstairs. He followed behind each step up a spiraling staircase that led to a hallway stretching out east and west. Demi took the right path, leading him to one of the many unoccupied bedrooms. She didn't feel the need to welcome him into her master bedroom. That was a sacred place she would only share with a special person. It would take more than one night of knowing each other for him to earn that privilege.
"Don't forget to close the door behind you."
She swiped her left hand on the wall, activating the light switch as Aaron stepped behind her and quietly shut the door. His eyes wandered around the room to take in the scenery. This was one of the many guest rooms kept clean, with only basic furniture around. A gray recliner chair sat in the corner with a television mounted on the wall directly across from it. Wooden dressers were lined up on the opposite wall, near a closet. A hexagon shaped window was on the left wall above a large bed fitted with white sheets and black pillows. On the left side of the bed was a black nightstand with a green lamp and a digital clock. Demi kept her back turned to him as she pulled out the braids in her hair to undo the ponytail. Her long, dark locks flowed freely down her neck.
"Just stand right there and watch me."
The buttons on her corset could be heard snapping as she pulled them apart. Demi dropped it to the floor. and then unbuttoned the front of her pants. He heard the zipper noise as it was pushed down, and then it was time for her to push the pants down. This was the entire reason why Demi kept her back turned to him. She wanted to hear the reaction in spoken words at the reveal of her massive booty.
"Oh my god, just wow! That ass is a work of art."
There was the surprised acknowledgement she wanted to hear from him. Demi grinned smugly as she dropped her pants and stood in a black thong. Only the top and sides were visible, with the line completely hidden from the immense size of her firm ass cheeks. She stepped out of the pants, leaving them discarded on the floor. Grabbing the left side of her thong, she tugged it down and dropped it to the floor. Demi stood in only a black bra as she turned around to witness the expression on his face. His jaw had dropped, and he stood in absolute shock. The smirk remained on her face as she revealed her shaved, wet pussy. Aaron glanced down at her glistening pink folds. That was a distraction for her to pull off her bra and let her heavy tits drop without his keen eye noticing at first glance. Aaron responded by reaching for his glasses and removing them from his face. He rubbed his left eye and then blinked a few times, almost as if he were more astonished by her breasts than her stellar ass.
"Those tits are so huge..."
He spoke under his breath in a whisper while pushing his glasses back on. Demi took a step back towards the bed behind her. She was in control of this situation and wanted to tease him some more. Aaron stepped closer to her, and Demi pointed her right hand index finger up to stop him.
"If you want to join me in bed, you best take off your clothes now. Get naked for me."
"Don't worry, I'm going to."
Aaron unbuttoned his shirt while Demi sank her phat ass into the bed. She spread her legs, giving him another view of her vulva as he pulled his shirt off. Underneath it was a skinny chest, almost pale white, with some hair. It wasn't until he unbuckled his belt and pushed his pants down did Demi smirked again. She saw his bulging cock poking in front of his gray boxers. Aaron pushed them down and stepped out of his pants and underwear. Demi bit her lower lip. She snapped her fingers and then pointed at his cock with her right hand.
"Bring that to me."
Sitting on the bed was only temporary. Demi stood up and dropped to her knees as Aaron made a few steps forward. She stomped her palms into the wooden floor below, walking on all fours so he could see her heart-shaped booty from behind. Her big brown eyes glared up at him with a devious smirk on her face. She licked her lips and shifted to sit on her knees after reaching his pole. Aaron took a deep breath as he felt her warm hands grabbing his cock. Demi twisted her fingers around it with both hands as she began to stroke nice and slowly.
"Let's see how big I can get it."
Letting go with her left hand, Demi had better access to pump her right hand fingers up and down. Aaron took a deep breath, watching her wank his pole. It grew, tightening up and extending in length and thickness. Demi bit her lower lip again and moaned at the sight.
"Now that's more like it."
Demi slid her hand to the base and tightened the grip, squeezing his cock hard as she lowered her lips and flicked her tongue across the head. She made eye contact as she slid his shaft between her lips and began to suck.
"Ohhhhh, Demi..."
Aaron moaned as she pushed his cock further into her mouth. Demi glanced away from his face as she began to bob her head up and down at a slow pace. Her free hand pressed against his leg, just to be able to touch something as she slobbered on his rod. She pulled back, releasing it from her lips with an audible pop. Then she resumed stroking him while opening her mouth to flick the head. Her eyes returned to his face as she teased him.
"I would be honored if you sucked me off."
He didn't have to ask for that. This wasn't just about him, for Demi had her own desires motivating her sexual drive. Her tongue circled the head before trailing down the underside of his extended length. Demi looked at his balls, studying the long, stringy hairs. She pressed her lips against the sack and kissed, then licked around them. Aaron groaned in pleasure. She quit playing with his balls and returned her attention to his dick. Shoving it between her lips, Demi gazed into his eyes and began to move her head up and down. 'Mmm, mmmmm, mmmm', she made muffled moans as Aaron moaned.
"Ohhhhh, yeah..."
She was only just getting started. Demi was pleased to know that she could make him moan like this with minimal effort. If this was too much for him, she was going to have him screaming his head off by the time they moved on to the next phase. Her lips continued to bob up and down as she sucked his cock by the inch. Closing her eyes, she feasted on his thick pole while her fingers were still wrapped around the base.
"Keep going, Demi."
His words were spoken in a low tone. She opened her eyes to look up at him, anticipating any moment for Aaron to take control. From Demi's experience with men over the years, she expected him to be the type to take over and pound his cock down her throat. So far, so good, she was able to suck him at her own pace without any interference. Demi unwrapped her fingers from the base, giving herself more room to shove his cock to the depths of her throat. He gritted his teeth, growling soft moans as she began deepthroating his cock. The head reached the back of her throat as she tried not to choke. The muffled sounds she made almost convinced Aaron she was going to pull out, but Demi didn't. She tested her own gag reflexes and then slowly withdrew his cock from her lips with an audible.
"Oh my god, that was amazing."
Ignoring his praise, she spit on the head of his cock and pushed it between her lips again. If he wanted to take control, now was the time to act. Any moment now, she expected to feel his hands on her head and his cock pumping into her mouth. After a few sucks and not feeling it, Demi took it upon herself to pick up the pace. Since he wasn't going to take control, she sucked his cock faster and harder.
"Ohhhhhh!! Yessss!!"
Her efforts were rewarded once more with moans of pleasure. At this rate, she had to wonder how close he was to reaching his climax. Not wanting to force him to explode so soon, Demi extracted his cock from her lips. Saliva strings dangled from her open lips to the the head of his soaked pole, with her drool dripping from the sides. Aaron grabbed his cock, taking it away from her. Demi laughed at him.
"Are you about to cum?"
"Maybe, I don't know. I don't want to cum yet though."
"That makes two of us then."
Turning her head to the side, Demi pointed towards the gray chair.
"Go sit down for me."
"Why there and not the bed?"
"Just go sit down! Trust me, you're going to love what I'm about to do to you."
Aaron listened to her instructions and sat down in the chair, resting his arms on the side. He watched Demi crawl towards him, grinning the entire time.
"I'm going to make you feel like a king sitting on his throne."
She winked at him before reaching his legs. Demi then moved her hands to her giant breasts. Aaron glanced down to watch her raise those tits and shove them around his cock.
"Oh, Demi. Are you gonna-"
Cutting him off, she spoke over him.
"Yes. Just sit back and relax."
His cock was stuck between her breasts. Aaron quickly pulled his glasses from his face, setting them on the right armrest of the chair as he moaned. The feeling of her soft, firm tits swallowing up his dick was almost too good. A small bit of precum oozed from the head of his cock. That was the only thing visible since her tits were big enough to hide every inch of his shaft. Demi had to think that he was probably fantasizing about using her chest for a titwank when they were at the bar. A man like him who had been following her for years, as he said, probably went to bed thinking about this every night. Glancing up at his face, she giggled at the absence of his glasses.
"I assume you took off your glasses to make sure they weren't deceiving you."
He blushed.
"Yeah, I had to make sure this was real."
"Rest assured, dear. Your cock is really between my tits. I can feel it throbbing."
Demi began to work her tits up and down his cock at a slow pace. One of the perks of having an amazing rack was indulging herself in titjobs. This was something Demi loved doing. She had years of practice at this point to make a man truly feel more special than ever with her tits alone. As she worked her breasts over his cock, her eyes focused on his face.
"Mmmmmmm, you like that? You like how your cock feels shoved between my big titties?"
"Oh, yeah. Keep workin' em, Demi."
She continued to move at a slow pace, still looking him in the eyes as she spoke again.
"Tell me something, Aaron. Tell me how often you've thought about doing this."
Biting her lower lip, she watched his eyes fall from her face down to her breasts. Aaron watched the head poke up with a full thrust as he replied.
"All the time. I've been dreaming about this for years."
Demi giggled to herself.
"Mmmmm, that's what I thought."
Glancing down, she gazed at the head of his cock as she continued to thrust up and down. After one more slow thrust, she parted her lips and began to thrust faster. Aaron swallowed his breath as he saw the head of his cock poking near her chin. Demi spit on the head when it was shoved forward again. The third time, she flicked her tongue across it.
"That feels so good, ohhhhh god. Keep doing that, Demi."
Up and down, she continued to work his cock. Her tongue licked the head each and every time it poked forward. Demi wondered if Aaron would take control. Much like when she was on her knees sucking him, she expected him to begin bucking his hips at any given second. The longer he waited, the more she was in control. Biting her lower lip, she purred soft moans while still pumping her tits up and down.
"This is the best thing ever! God, your tits are something else!"
Aaron probably wanted this to go on for an eternity, or so she considered. Demi was not ready to make him blow his load just yet. She could tell from the way his face was scrunched up that he was trying to hold back. That was a good enough reason for her to slow down nearly to a halt. Just one more thrust to satisfy her lust, and Demi let go of her tits. Her pussy was soaking wet, burning in sensations between her thighs. She wasn't ready to have his cock inside her just yet. Not before using one arm to hold her tits up from underneath and the other to rub his shaft against her nipples. Aaron moaned at the feeling of his cock rubbing against her erect nipple. She alternated to the left one and gave it a few playful smacks. This was Demi's way of hinting for a spanking. For a man to not be in control, she at least hoped he would smack her ass a few times.
"Are we going to move to the bed now and make love?"
Nodding her head, Demi began to rise from the floor.
"Yes. I've saved the best for last."
He got up from the chair and followed Demi to the bed, climbing up before her. His knees and palms sank into the soft mattress and blankets. Aaron was facing the headboard in the opposite direction. Since he was lying on his back, she assumed he was hoping for her to climb on top and ride him. But then she saw him bend his knees in an awkward position, making space between his legs.
"Come on, Demi. I want you to get on top."
"Is it cowgirl or the reverse style?"
"In reverse."
Licking her lips, she moved onto the bed, climbing up behind him.
"Yeah, just like that. I want to watch those big ass cheeks clap while you ride me."
She blushed at his words. After the fun they had with her boobs, Demi was happy to see the attention turned back to her booty.
"You know how to throw it back, right?"
Demi turned her head in an attempt to glance at him. She was behind him on her knees, trying to figure out how she would get his cock inside of her pussy with his knees bent.
"Throw it back? What do you mean?"
Gesturing with his hands, Aaron leaned up.
"Look, do like this. Get on your knees, sit on my cock, and then grind backwards. Do you get what I'm saying?"
"I think so."
Flexing her knees, Demi reached for his cock between her legs. She had heard this phrase before but had no idea its meaning. Aaron spread his legs and bent his knees, making it easier for her to be on her knees, arched forward, and shoving back. He felt his cock sliding into her juicy, warm pussy. The tightness was more than enough to keep him rock hard. From where he was laying, he had a wonderful view of her huge ass, ready to grind backwards onto him.
"Lean forward, baby. Push your hands down into the bed and just start grinding. Throw it back and make that ass clap."
Now it made more sense to her. Smiling to herself, she gazed at the headboard of the bed. Demi's eyes shifted to the window above as she began to grind. Aaron moaned as he watched her ass cheeks pound into him with the first full thrust.
"That's it! Keep doing it like that, Demi. Throw it back!"
Whimpering softly, Demi followed his instructions. The might of her titanic sized ass was crashing down on his skin with each full thrust. She could feel several inches of his cock pumping inside her. Reverse cowgirl was a position she had little experience with. Most guys preferred her to ride the other way so they could play with her tits. This new position was exciting to try.
"Ohhhhhh, god! Yes!!"
Closing her eyes, Demi moaned as she tried to work her grinds into a rhythm. Her ass cheeks clapped together with a thunderous boom each time they smashed against him. Aaron rested his elbows on the bed to hold himself up.
"Yes!! Yessssss!!"
Smack. Smack. Smack. The sound of their bodies slapping together grew louder as Demi finally found the pace she wanted, moving her booty back. Aaron moaned at the feeling of his cock pulsing inside her. She was doing all the work while he was able to sit back and enjoy the show. Her breasts bounced and jiggled around, but she did not bother moving her hands to touch them. Demi slid her hands forward, just to elevate herself up higher. She slowed her movements, still throwing back that ass to make the entire length of his cock push inside her pussy. With each full push, her ass hole was exposed when her cheeks stretched apart. Demi flipped her hair, glancing across her right shoulder to vainly see her booty bouncing on him.
"You like that? You like how I throw it back, Aaron?"
"Yeah! Keep doing it, Demi!"
"Show me how much you love it! Spank my ass!"
His right hand swatted across the left cheek. She giggled at the stinging feeling.
"That's it! Do it again! Harder!!"
Spank! His hand slapped across the other cheek. Aaron watched her firm skin wobble and shake. Demi continued to throw it back, grinding his cock inside her, before coming to a sudden halt. She wasn't ready to cum. Not before she felt his cock shoved in her ass.
"Aaron, do you really love my booty?"
"I think you know the answer to that question already. I showed you how to throw it back so I could watch it."
"Right, but that's not enough for me."
Slowly rising up, his cock slid out of her pussy and slapped against his stomach. Demi maintained the position, leaning forward.
"I want your cock in my ass."
Her words were a direct order. Demi knew he was not going to deny her this pleasure. Aaron grabbed his cock and rubbed it up the crack of her perfect, plump ass.
"Are you gonna throw it back again? I want you to bounce on me like before."
"Don't worry, I'm making sure to do that."
The elegance of her British accent still contrasted differently with his American style of speaking. Biting her lower lip, Demi purred soft moans as she felt the head of his cock sinking into her tightest hole.
"Oh man, this is so tight."
"Mmmmmmmm, yes it is."
Once again, she rolled her hips to grind and push his cock deeper inside. Aaron got to witness the sight as the length of his rod disappeared inside.
"I want a good spanking while I'm doing this. You better spank my ass good enough to leave a few red marks."
"Only if you make it clap."
Still leaning forward, Demi began to roll her hips to work his cock in and out of her booty hole. She bit her lower lip, groaning at the feeling of his length pushing as deep as she could fit it. Aaron's cock was undoubtedly going to leave her hole stretched out the next morning. Her ass cheeks clapped when they smacked down on him. He slapped her booty cheeks with both hands.
"Oh, yeah! Do it again! I want more spanks!"
Clap. Spank. Clap. Spank. The sounds mixed with their own breathing and soft moans. Demi slammed her ass down on him, sending every inch of his cock up her ass.
"This feels so good! Ohhhhh, Demi!!"
From the urgency in his voice, Demi immediately stopped. The last thing she needed was for him to accidentally blow his load deep into her ass. There was only one place she wanted him to cum. Flexing her knees, she bent forward in hopes of his cock sliding out of her ass. Aaron helped her by pulling out. Demi immediately turned around to finally face him again. She saw his hand gripping his cock below and pulled his fingers away to replace them with her own. Their eyes met for a brief moment as he relaxed on his back. From where Aaron was lying, he had a full view of her epic breasts swaying towards his face.
"I appreciate how long you've held back from cumming. I know it hasn't been easy."
He nodded, chuckling at her statement.
"Let's just say it's been a hell of a struggle."
No argument was needed. Demi pushed his cock back into her pussy and moaned at the feeling. Aaron's hands found their place at her huge tits, finally touching them. It was somewhat amusing to think he had gone all this time and, only now, was able to touch her breasts. He squeezed them and moved his face to shove between them. She moved her hands to the back of his head, encouraging him to smother himself with her tits. His head shook as he felt her soft breasts pressing against his cheeks. He moved his head to plant his lips over her right nipple, licking rapidly. Demi slammed herself down on him. His cock drove into her cunt as she moved her hands down to the sheets. Whimpering, she gripped the bedsheets while speaking.
"Try and hold back just a little longer. I want us to cum together."
There was the chance he was not listening to her since his face was still between her breasts. Aaron's hands went from her tits to her sides. She was rocking herself on him, driving his cock inside of her. He moved his head away from her breasts and moaned.
"That's it, Demi! Don't stop! Ride me like there's no tomorrow! Keep riding!"
He slid his right hand down the small of her back, gripping one of her ass cheeks. His index finger slid into the crack as Demi continued to grind her hips. Her breasts were beating against his face with each move she made.
"Ohhhh, yeah! I know you're loving this as much as me! This is what it feels like to make love!"
Aaron slapped her ass with one hand. That was the jolt Demi needed to grind harder and faster. This was going to be their final position for the night. She did not want to move until her climax was reached.
"Just don't stop! I want to fill you up with my cum!"
"I want it! GIVE ME ALL YOUR CUM!!"
When she yelled, he started bucking his hips forward. Demi's eyes widened in shock that he was finally taking over. Her fingers gripped the bed sheets, pulling at them as she raised her head and closed her eyes.
"YES!! YESSSSSS!! OHHHHHH, GOD!! YESSSSSSS!!
She knew he wasn't going to stop. The height of their pleasure was within reach. They both needed this release together. Demi believed the best orgasms were those shared with a partner. No pulling out. This was something to experience together as one. Aaron grunted as he gritted his teeth. Demi kept her eyes shut, crying out as the rush began. Her eyes opened wide when she felt his cock begin to explode deep within. Their cries became a harmony of pleasure, moaning together. Demi collapsed atop him, breathing heavily as the rush overtook her. Aaron successfully pushed her to an orgasm, feeling the sensation of her inner walls tightening around his cock. His hands squeezed her thick ass cheeks one last time, then he cupped her face and brought her lips to his. Demi plunged her tongue into his mouth, kissing him with a force of passion.
"I don't know what to say, Demi. You're truly perfect."
Aaron whispered his words after the kiss. She blushed, as he was now cradling her in his arms.
"You really think so?"
"Yeah. I know a goddess when I see one."
With a smile, she giggled.
"After tonight, I'd like to think I'm a goddess who knows how to throw it back."
THE END
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