Episode 23
The most dramatic event in this episode was inspired by this video from a few years back:
Codes: Cons, MF, FF, MFF, titfuck, femdom, sex as reward
Starring: Mary Elizabeth Winstead
This story is smutty, sleazy, morally corrupt and will probably make you into a worse person. Consequently, it shouldn’t be read by anyone.
This story is FICTION. It did NOT happen. The people portrayed in this story do NOT act this way in real life.
November 2010I’ve told you plenty of stories so far, and right now you’re probably in a state of disbelief or awe. Some of you may think “Is this guy for real?” or “He’s making up shit as he goes, right?”
There are clarifications to be made, because when I write this journal of mine, I withhold certain information and overlook a lot of things. I’m sure you’ve been clued in on it several times, but the encounters I describe are merely a percentage of the real deal. I had my flings, one-night stands, celebrations where girls decided to take on several guys, occasions where I had several girls at the same time, and they’re still not in my collection.
Why? Because I’m going for a “best of” if you can call it that.
The next question on your mind is probably “How do I get so much celebrity pussy?”. Questions to which you should know some of the answers to by now.
For various reasons, I happen to appeal to them. God knows why.
Furthermore, I’m in a business where I’m supposed to deal with plenty of names of certain fame. Thus, it’s likely that I share experience with several other industry-people who are up to similar adventures.
Adding to that, I want to say that the women of Hollywood are definitely on a different setting than most women. It took some time before I realized, but this is a special place, and these places require special mindsets which might feel alien for outsiders.
So, yeah! I might have a library full of Hollywood hotness to brag about, but do you seriously believe the only people I sleep with are movie stars? Most of my encounters happen to be with women who are not famous and never will be.
This is the reason I sometimes consider myself the luckiest guy on the planet because I tend to be on the right spot at the right time on an astonishingly high number of times.
My meetup with Mary Elizabeth Winstead occurred during such circumstances, and this marked the culmination of a long line of lucky strikes. It was one of those times where the stars seem aligned, and you get a new girl everywhere you go.
I mean, take a look at the stats for that week:
Monday:
Waiting at a red light, I caught the eye of one sexy young blonde on the sidewalk. She’s doing squats, splits and all sorts of exercise as I pass her by. Catching my eye, she smiles at me. One wink, or one “Hey baby!” is sometimes all it takes, because in the next moment she’s inside my car, thrusting her face into mine and forcing her tongue down my throat. Instead of suing her for sexual harassment, I take her home where I give her the opportunity to show off her flexibility in any way you can imagine.
Tuesday:
In the archive of Bowerton works a Muslim woman a few years younger than me - Samita. That day, I was there along with Greg. We were supposed to go over the old paper files to decide what to do with them when Samita entered. After she’d made sure the three of us are alone, she locked the door behind her. She then proceeded to strip out of her full hijab and reveal her killer body au naturell. She seductively scissored over to us, and Greg and I are given free reign over her. She won’t let us leave until we’ve rewarded her with double penetration and a massive facial.
Wednesday:
I’m at a StarGazer-sponsored conference, discussing cooperation with our European market. At the following dinner, two stunning French women introduce themselves to me as Eva and Leonore - mother and daughter. Eyeballing me through the whole séance, they tease me with “erotic eating” before they invite me over to their hotel. As I enter their room they’re waiting for me on the bed, naked and lying on top of each other as they glance over to me – smacking their asses in anticipation. Turning out to be absolute freaks, they greet me with an incestuous threesome.
Thursday:
I’m at the LEE complex. As I leave the building, a female police-officer comes to me. Excusing herself, telling me she’s just doing her job, she forces me into her car. I have my suspicions what she’s got in mind but let her take the lead. She proceeds to drive her car into one of the shadier parts of the city where she joins me in the backseat. After a while, we’re so worked up we have to take the action outside. Pressing her up against a graffiti-covered wall, she demands I fuck her in the ass before filling her mouth to the brim.
And then comes Friday.
***
I have people fixing trivial work on my behest whenever I feel like it, but groceries are something I do as often as I can. I have my own hands and feet – I should be able to live normal without relying on people feeding me. Had I said yes to all offers to make my life easier I would’ve looked like Jabba the Hutt.
Anyways, I found myself in the area surrounding Bowerton. It’s commonly known as a peaceful district in the city, and I was familiar with some of the people working there. Most of them have no idea what I do for a living. They greet me as “Mister Taylor” and treat me as a regular customer. When they ask, I say I do things for film studios, and they merely nod. I think they believe I’m a scriptwriter or work with gathering extras, which of course isn’t always that far from the truth.
I slipped inside a small grocery store around 01:00 AM that Friday. I spotted the cashier on my way inside, a black girl in her mid-twenties or so. She was a huge woman with absolute massive breasts in a tight sweater, sporting an impressive afro on top of her head. As I entered, she was humming along to some sugary pop song on the radio. The TV on the wall behind her sprouted depressing news about the increase of criminal activity.
Right now, I cannot recall what I was looking for that night. At home, the fridges were full of beer, so it might have been anything from soda pops to another bag of potato chips. Even hair products wouldn’t be out of the question - I had begun to realize my blonde looks had begun to wane back then.
In any case, I drift around, looking for whatever and realize I was all alone with the cashier and a single customer on the other end of the aisle I found myself in – a young woman. I close in on this person who was currently tapping her phone. I thought nothing of her before I got a clear look at her face and sensed some familiarity. More than that, I suddenly realized I had met her on some occasions.
“Eyh, Taylor?”
She looks up at me before I have the chance to react.
“Mary?” I said as I stared Mary Elizabeth Winstead dead in her eye.
I kind of get why some celebs can move around without fear of being recognized. It’s not that they aren’t pretty, but Mary never had that immediate superstar vibe. Instead, her good looks are blessed with a “girl next door” type which is refreshing compared to the overdone glam-queens who steal tabloid attention. She wore a loose shirt over a pink top and denim pants. Her dark auburn hair was topped with a cap. I thought to myself she could’ve walked straight out of a nineties indie-rock band with that getup, completely in line with her character Ramona Flowers from Scott Pilgrim which had premiered a few months earlier.
“Fancy seeing you here.” she said surprised. “Aren’t you a bit above this level of normalcy?”
“That should’ve been my question Mary.” I countered. She laughed.
“Not really. I decided to do some shopping before heading home. It’s not that far.”
“Home, you say? You’re telling me you live here now?”
Randomly meeting a celeb wasn’t anything special around here. Take a trip through the streets of LA any day and you’d be amazed how many famous faces that pops up - everyone from family soap stars to pornstars to Z-movie has-beens. It’s something we refer to as “LA things”. That Mary Elizabeth was in LA was however news to me.
“LA is a tornado, but it’s easier for me to get work. So, to make a long story short, I moved here to get in touch with the right people. Only a few weeks ago.”
“I see.”
We chatted for a few minutes. About work, job opportunities and coming attractions on the movie front.
Conversation didn’t last too long. Mary had one admirable quality in that she knew how to stop talking before we drifted into personal stuff which is a pain to get through. This is just another reason why I prefer to work with younger clients. They haven’t lived long enough to gain a library of boring trivia they demand to share.
As we slowly drifted toward the exit, I had forgotten why I was there in the first place and decided to go with Mary. Maybe in hope she would invite me home? I really don’t remember.
“So, what did you get?”
“Oh, just some AAA batteries for… uh, this mix master of mine.” Mary said blushing, fueling my suspicions that there was something else than kitchen equipment she needed those for.
“Can you afford that? Batteries are expensive nowadays.”
“You have a point. I’m about to spend all my wages now.”
We were down to the cashier. “Power” by Kanye West had begun playing on the radio. The large woman behind the counter seemed occupied with her own thoughts and the news had changed to some eccentric oil sheik staging a coup in the Middle East.
It’s strange how memories work. For some reason I can remember these trivial details so well, while so many other important things are long forgotten.
Unlike what you see in movies, the dramatic encounter didn’t have any foreboding qualities to it, like you go around knowing something really bad is about to happen, just before they do. In real life, things proceed fast and without warning.
I was standing beside Mary as I watched the cashier take her battery pack and pinched the barcode. At first, I mistook the next sound for the code-reader, but then I realized it was the sound of a bell. Someone was coming as the doors swung open three meters to my left. Before I had turned around, two guys entered. At least I assume they were guys, because there was no way to identify them – faces shrouded in ski masks, bodies clad in tracksuits.
These guys had baseball bats and knives.
I hear Mary and the cashier scream in fright. I believe one of the assailants shouted something to us, and then things got out of hand with lightning speed.
Short version: I attack before the robbers have time to prepare. Going in hard for the figure in the front, I lunge at him. I think I hit him in the throat once before bandit number 2 swipe at me with his bat, grazing my head. I’m too fast for him to land a clear hit, but I’m not left unscratched. By now, bandit number 1 is down on the ground, and I reach back for the second one, hitting him square in the face barely a second after he battered me. He stumbles backwards, clenching his face and cries out in pain through his balaclava. Realizing they’re up against a brick-wall, they decide to make a heroic retreat.
The second guy – the heavy hitter – grabs his buddy by his upper arm and partially drags him out with him. Starting to run, both struggled to keep balance as they disappeared into the darkness, never to be seen again.
Staring at the door for a few seconds I’m still alert, prepared for a dozen thugs coming to avenge their buddies. No-one comes. Just as fast as things start, they calm down.
Time got a bit messed up, but I assume this attempted robbery took about seven seconds from the two hoodlums entered until they exited.
Turning to Mary and the cashier, they hold each other tightly with Mary’s head pressed into the vast cleavage of the other woman. I noticed the black girl seemed strangely content having her clinging to her large body like that, but then, for some reason, they began to drift out of focus. I remember Mary said something to me as colors begun to fade. I didn’t know why because it never occurred to me I had taken such a strong hit. I hadn’t even felt it. High on adrenaline you ignore the red flags. People keep going after having their limbs ripped off and have their guts hanging around their legs. It’s amazing what human beings are capable of.
I didn’t so much fall to the ground as sit down against the counter as I slipped into unconsciousness. Once again, I could hear Mary shout something. As she kneeled in front of me and put her hand on my shoulder, her worried face looked beautiful like an angel, but she sounded far, far away.
Blackness.
***
Light eventually returned.
There was a ceiling above me, but I didn’t recognize it. A soft smell of foreign incense lingered in the air. I was stretched onto a worn-out leather sofa with some old jazz band posters hanging above it. I didn’t recognize those either, but the large, buxom woman sitting beside me seemed familiar.
Although I knew I had survived, I was surfing on a strange feeling that I had died, gone to Heaven, and was being taken care of by a lovely angel.
“Ye sure know how to handle yerself mistah.” she hummed.
I hadn’t paid attention to how cute she was. There was an incredibly lovely and plump face under that large afro. Her expression was one of gratitude. I imagine the maidens of medieval Europe had similar looks when knights saved them from tyrannical warlords.
I was in a state of light confusion. There was a pain throbbing on my right temple, but it was fading like a bad dream slipping out of memory. I turned my head, trying to locate the missing person.
“Mary?” I asked her.
“Who’s Mary? Yer wife?” she asked confused.
“No, the woman I was with…”
“Aaaah! She’s still out in the store on a call,” she pointed to a door, “dis happening shook her up a bit.”
“No doubt.”
“Were there any… Uh…”
“Don’t restrain yerself.”
“I wondered if you contacted someone.”
“Pigs? Nah! I closed down for a minit, jus so we can take care of things. Robberies are bad for business if word got out round here.”
I said no more. Strength was returning, but right then it felt so wonderful lying there with this woman taking care of me. I noticed she was exceptionally large, with quite a bit of weight on her, but her extra fat only made her seem more attractive, adding some magnificent curves to her figure. She was tall as well. Probably around 6 feet, which made the top of her giant afro around my own height.
“Jus relax!” came in a soothing voice.
That was when I first noticed she had both of her arms on my body, one caressing my head, the other one my chest. I don’t know why she did this, but I didn’t complain. It felt heavenly. She could’ve been working as an expert masseuse for all I knew - putting lots of effort into her movements. Her hands slid wonderfully by the side of my head and down to my neck. I glanced up at her, voicelessly asking her why she took such good care of me. She smiled.
Getting bold, she proceeded to move her focus downwards, towards my groin Applying pressure to certain intimate points, she immediately got a reaction from me. I groaned like a customer in a masseuse saloon.
“Like dat?” she giggled.
“Wonderful, but you don’t have to. I’m feeling better already.”
“Aaa, but we need to take care of dem heroes, doncha think?” she giggled.
“There are no heroes.” I’m just doing my duty as a member of the LA race.” I informed her, to which she threw her head back in laughter, her curly afro literally waving around her.
“Well, as anotha membah of dat race, I say It’s Kayla’s duty to give ye sumthin. After all, a hero deserve sum re-waard.” she spoke like her accent moved towards a southern drawl. “Can’t do it propaly like dis tho.”
With those words, she pulled off her red top and exposed her bra-clad breasts. They were absolutely immense. Noticing my interest in them, she smiled knowingly.
“Ye like dese, eh?”
I could only nod. Had I been mint shape, I would’ve held a thirty-minute lecture about how much they pleased me.
“No need to play shy. All men do. Quite a decent pair, huh? They’ve got me lots of attention.”
She began to fondle them, exaggerated like the centerfolds in those silly Playboy sex tapes you saw on cable during the nineties. Casting her head backwards, Kayla made sure to give me a show as she moved her hands behind her back and unclasped herself, letting her tits roam free.
I heard myself gasp as she shook them out in front of me, leaving their restraint. They were absolutely gargantuan as they defied gravity and jiggled there on her chest. This woman sure got down to business in a hurry.
“Mmmmmm, you can’t take yer eyes off can ye?” she bragged. “But just ye wait! There’s more than dis.”
By now I had forgotten that Mary was right outside the room, probably finishing her phone call any minute. I was only focused on Kayla’s award-winning striptease. Her voluptuous body, combined with her sexy accent made everything else insignificant.
Kicking her slippers off, she pulled her tight yoga pants and g-string down in one go, revealing a womanly figure that was full to the upper limit of the scale. Her thighs were of a thunderous variety with a patch of cellulite. There was a wild jungle growing between her legs. Her waist quivered in a visible flab that gave her belly the same jiggle as her breasts. Most people would call her fat, but who can resist the temptation of female curves? This woman was round and massive in a way that was incredibly alluring.
“Like dis?” she said as she turned around like a model on a catwalk. If only fashion houses allowed women this large! “Men jus looooove the sight of my tittays and my bootay.”
I could only nod in agreement.
“Lay back and Kayla will take care of her hero like a propah woman should.”
From my long line of successes that week, I knew better than to protest. I was wearing dark slacks and a Miami Vice’esque Hawaii shirt, but not for long. Unbuttoning my pants, I barely had to lift my legs as Kayla pulled them off in a violent motion, taking my boxers in the process. Damn was she rowdy!
My dick was already standing like a flagpole by then, and Kayla grinned satisfied as she surveyed her catch.
“Oh, wow! Our hero is packed!”
I was suddenly conscious enough to wonder how Mary would react if she walked in on us now, but I didn’t care. I didn’t want Kayla to stop no matter what. She had called me a hero, and if she said that a hero deserved a reward then I guess she had a point.
Kneeling down beside me, she slid those formidable boobs around my girth. The sense of soft female flesh could make men scream in joy. I managed to sit up a bit against the pillows lying to the side of the sofa so I could stare into Kayla’s deep-set eyes. Her smile widened as she began to work her jugs harder and harder on me. Keeping our eye contact, she leaned downward as her fat lips engulfed the crown jutting out from her dark cradle. I had to suppress an animalistic urge to roar like a lion as she began to bob up and down, her tongue slithering around me.
“Hhhhmmmmmmmmmmppppphhhhhhh!”
She was giving me a titfuck and blowjob at the same time - a feat I had previously experienced with Jennifer Love Hewitt, and playmates like Tiffany Taylor and Pamela Anderson. It’s something of an exclusive treat from big-breasted women. When you have a visual of the process to boot, it’ll send any man to heaven. I was certainly on my way there now.
That’s when the door opened.
It was exactly like the movie scenes where a character walks in on something they shouldn’t see. Exactly like that!
Time froze again. Kayla and I stared at Mary who took a couple of steps inside before she realized what was happening. Her mouth literally fell open.
“I… Uh… Ummm… I should…” was all she could muster.
Petrified, she looked like she wanted to take a trip down in the Marianas Trench. I didn’t know how to react either. I was lost for words and temporarily lost all momentum.
It was Kayla who solved the situation, and she did so in the best way possible. Continuing to pleasure my softening dick between her fat boobs, she moved them with expert masseuse-practice whilst, at the same time turning to Mary.
“Don’t be shy darlin. Why doncha come here and join us? Help me reward our hero. He deserves sum attention for saving the day, wonchasay?”
She never paused to move her breasts up and down over my dick as she said this. Smiling towards the other woman, she shook herself around me which did miracles to my blood pressure.
Mary stood there gawking. Maybe it was in awkwardness, or maybe it was in shock at the size of my dick or Kayla’s jugs.
“And as ye can see, he’s got a mighty package that will satisfy bot of us. Ye’re a woman. Ye understand the needs of men.” Kayla spoke with confidence.
For whatever reason the scene was getting to Mary big time. She stared at the buxom lady kneeling on the floor. She stared at me. Her eyes wide and shocked.
“Uuuuuhhhhh!” was all she could say, sounding like she would pass out.
Mary’s hands moved down between her legs as Kayla shifted her attention back to my dick. Far from slowing down, she seemed like she got more enthusiastic by having an audience. She wasn’t quiet about it either and groaned in lust as she moved her large tits around my now raging boner. Slapping them together, she pumped them up and down so hard her titflesh quivered.
“YEEAAAAAAAHHHHHHH FUKK DEM TITTIS!” she yelled, even though she was the one fucking me.
I guess she was only doing it to please her own exhibitionist urges, but her tit-show helped my cock grow at an exceptional rate and gave Mary the encourage she needed. Swaying there at the door, something must’ve broken inside her. Like hypnotized by this dark amazon, she waddled over to me and sunk down to her knees beside Kayla.
She didn’t go for my cock, as if she didn’t want to disturb the black girl. She went right up into my face and crashed into it with such force I got a replay from the brawl a few minutes earlier. This was far better though. Her lips glued herself to my own and wouldn’t let go.
“Dats it gurl!” Kayla gloated.
Mary was now struggling in an effort to make out with me and pull off her clothes simultaneously. She didn’t try to put on a show like Kayla (or Samita three days earlier). She ripped and tore at them to make them disappear as quick as possible. There was a short break when her top and bra was wrung over her head and thrown to the floor, but she was right back at me in a moment. I got my Hawaii shirt off as I was attacked from two ends – Kayla pleasuring my cock with her tits and mouth, with Mary sucking on my face.
We acted solely on the urge to get naked and fuck our brains out. None of us stopped to question our actions because none of us would have it any other way.
A week like this does things to you. After so many lucky encounters you stop questioning girls if they want to do it. You might mumble a few words, asking if they’re comfortable, but you play along as soon as they put your dick in their mouth. From double-penetrating Muslim women, a threesome with a mother and daughter and assfucking a female cop in a dirty alley, having these two beauties to play with felt kind of natural.
Everything unfolded in a natural way as we got naked. Mary was positively flat-chested compared to the round vastness of Kayla, but she was perfect in her own way. Her light skin complimented her taut belly and perky breasts which she shoved into my face, as if she was jealous of the attention Kayla gave me. Her concerns were justified as I was barely able to control myself from the exquisite tit-fuck I was receiving from the other woman.
I found myself in a most satisfying position, and for the next couple of minutes this was how things proceeded. As we made out, I felt up Mary, moving my arms around her shoulders and pulling her closer into me. She guided my hands all over her, giving me a body-tour which ended up over her ass and down between her legs. She was getting incredibly wet now.
It was Kayla who decided the next move of my reward. Removing herself from my dick, she walked out on the floor, giving me a great view of her plumpness.
“Get over here ye scrawny slutbag!”
“Oh, okay!”
Rising on shaky legs, Mary moved like she was in a trance.
It was amazing to watch these two girls naked together. Such a delicious contrast in color and shape with Mary’s pale white features opposite Kayla’s large dark-skinned body. Mary was no-doubt intimidated by her ridiculous voluptuousness as she moved in front of her. She was not a short woman by any means, 5.6 at least, but she was nonetheless dwarfed by this ebony goddess.
I guess she thought she was going for a kiss, but Kayla had far more outrageous things on her filthy mind.
“I’ll take it from here. Prepare yerself bitch, because here I go.” Kayla snickered as she crossed her arms and laid her hands on Mary’s naked body.
With a malicious grin, she grabbed hold of the young woman and lifted her up, twisting her around in mid-air.
“YEEEEEEEEEEEK!”
I had the time to be impressed by Kayla’s incredible strength. She turned Mary’s body around so fast her legs pointed to the roof before she even knew it. Kayla’s plump face now found itself between Mary’s wide-open legs, grinning to me as if she was about to announce a sex-show.
“Mmmmmmm! I’m gunna enjoy some white girl pussay and ye better prepare yerself for sum tasty chocolate sauce gurl!”
Kayla bore down between the pale thighs before her. She showed her partner no mercy and probed her tongue in between Mary’s folds, swirling it around in long and wanton slurps. She growled like a beast in heat as she went berserk on the smaller woman’s pussy.
Mary cried out in the grip of this dark-skinned amazon. It took half a minute before she had regained control of herself and got ready to pay her partner back with the kind of pleasure she received. Kayla widened her stance slightly, so that Mary could bury her face in her pussy. No doubt disoriented by hanging upside-down, she dove right into Kayla’s bushy jungle and began her duty, causing her partner to gasp in pleasure. Loving the attention her nether regions got from this out-of-control movie star, she squeezed her partner’s face between her fat trunks.
I could hardly believe my eyes as I sat there, jerking myself off to this depraved performance. Kayla was using the smaller woman as a life-size sex-toy – holding onto Mary’s ass while she forced her partner’s face between her beefy thighs. She now had total control over her: Clasping her massive hands onto Mary’s ass-cheeks so she could hold her steady while she tongue-fucked her cunt.
Mary held onto Kayla’s own ass as she licked away. Chocked moaning was soon heard as the two women competed for orgasm. Mary’s legs spread wide up above, while the larger woman widened her hips around her face as they both became louder and louder, nearly screaming into each other’s pussy. It was Mary who came first. The black woman forced her tongue deep into her, twirling it around like a machine and ignited a volcanic eruption when Mary’s cunt exploded in a vaginal fountain that sent cascades of love-juice into Kayla’s afro. Holding onto the convulsing woman was a challenge for the Gods, but Kayla had a master’s grip on her ass, and now she was about to get herself off. In seconds, she came.
“Mmmaaaaaaahhhh! Yeeeeeesssssss! Prepare yerself gurl, cuz here I come! Aaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh YYYYYEEEEEEEEEEEEEHHHHH!”
I sat awestruck as Kayla’s thighs shook so hard her fat began to quiver. Her legs shuddered before a massive squirt-explosion came all over Mary’s face – cum splashing into her mouth, into her nose and all over the floor like sticky rain.
I would’ve given them an applause if my hands hadn’t been occupied with my dick. The women were still shaking with post-orgasmic desire as Kayla carried Mary’s half-subconscious body over to me.
“Aight! Let’s get this slut down on her back where she belongs.”
Kayla practically slung her onto the couch beside me, sending Mary into a dazed giggle. Barely registering her environments, she drooled in anticipation as Kayla moved up behind her. She grabbed her shoulders and dragged her upper body towards the right corner of the sofa as I prepared myself between her legs. Knowing what was about to happen, Mary spread herself with her right leg resting over the back of the sofa, while her left leaned down onto the floor.
I was unsure what Kayla wanted, although I had my suspicions. Dangling her vast tits over Mary’s face, she let the smaller woman have a taste of her nipples before she moved into the sofa. Squatting over her face, I thought for sure Mary would protest. She would possibly suffocate between Kayla’s thighs if she laid her entire weight on top of her, but she was too far gone. Her tongue wiggling out of her mouth as Kayla lowered her massive rump and smothered Mary’s face between her legs.
“OOOAAAAAAAAHHHHH! Get a taste of dat, white gurl!”
I needed no further encouragement, getting so hard it was almost painful. I moved in between the thighs spread open before me and speared Mary’s hot clam, causing a muffled cry somewhere inside Kayla’s messy jungle.
Finally getting into the action, I felt I was held back, but it wasn’t caused by my lacking condition rather than the girls being overly raunchy. They made sure to put on one hell of a show. Kayla used Mary way harder than me, throwing her hips over her face, unable to get enough of her tongue playing with her holes.
“Aaaaaahhh! Move dat tongue up mah asshole! Taste dat chocolate ass!”
Receiving a hit from a baseball bat takes you down a notch, but the obscenity happening in front of me was so hot that I went out of control. I moved my hips into action and pounded Mary with force, holding her legs open as she went buck wild underneath Kayla’s massive ass. Wet slurping was heard.
“Mmmmssssssschhhhmmmmmmmmppphhhmmmmmlllllnnnnnnnhhhh!”
“Yeeeeeeehhhhhhh! Hit it white gurl!”
Kayla rode Mary’s face like mad while I plowed her cunt and Mary’s legs swayed aimlessly to the sides. Kayla used the opportunity to grab her by the ankles, intent on using her body to the fullest. Forcing her feet to her large bouncing milk-jugs, she used them to maul her own tits.
“Aaaaaahhh! Squeeze them chocolate tits for me!”
Once again, I was astonished by the creative ways she handled Mary, and how much Mary enjoyed it. From beneath Kayla’s pussy, she cried out as the large woman used her legs as tit-kneaders.
In our uncontrollable mating, I barely registered Kayla wiggling her tongue towards me, not pausing for a second to fondle her breasts with Mary’s feet. Moving forward, our lips crashed. In seconds we were tonguing so hard we caused spit to drip all over the squirming woman underneath us as we both held onto her legs, controlling her.
Lifting herself off Mary’s face after a minute or so, there was a wheezing gasp as the pinned woman got to take a pause from that huge ass suffocating her.
“You breathe?”
“Yesyesyesyes!” Mary pleaded completely out of breath. “Please! Get that fat ass back onto my face! I need that juicy bootay! I fucking love it!”
“Ooooo! What I wanna hear!” Kayla laughed and sat back down so hard I feared she knocked Mary unconscious!
We continued like this for a few minutes, listening to Mary’s muffled squeals as she closed in on another orgasm. Pumping in and out of her, I was getting close as well, intent on filling her to the brim after such a long tease. Kayla showed no signs of slowing down as she bounced her fat ass over Mary’s face. Mary’s squealing had now turned so high-pitched and shrill she sounded like she was on the brink of insanity as Kayla got ready to reward her with another gushing volley.
“Yeh, yeh, yeh, yeh! Lick that cunny white girl! Get ready for sum girl-cum!”
Her words would’ve triggered the entire American male population. Encouraged by the fucking outrageousness of what we were doing, Kayla and I closed in on a thundering climax, throwing ourselves into the act and pounding Mary from both ends. Going loco over her face, Kayla dragged Mary’s legs backwards until they laid over her shoulders, forcing me to rise up from my knees so I could stay inside her when I came. And came I did! Pounding her cunt like a madman, I erupted deep inside her about the same moment Kayla came all over her face. In a few seconds, Mary got filled both ways.
“Aaaaaaaahhh! Here I come! Nnnnnnnnnggggghhhhhhhh!”
“YEEEEEEEEESSSS! EAT MAH PUSSSSSEEEEEEEEEEE!”
Emptying my balls deep into her womb, Mary’s lower muscles hogged my dick as she came all over me and screamed as Kayla unleashed another tidal wave of squirt juices into her face. The large woman’s massive tits shook in the air as she threw her head backwards, pulling Mary’s legs so hard I had to rise up in the sofa to stay lodged inside her as I filled her cunt with spuzz.
Having spent ourselves, Kayla finally dismounted Mary’s face. She was a mess. Her entire face dripping with Kayla’s juices, her mascara smeared all over like a nonfigurative painting. As I took care of Mary, Kayla leaned back and fondled her mighty tits, satisfied that a potential robbery had turned into a hot threesome.
We rested there on the couch for a while as we regained our strength, coming down from thunderous orgasmic bliss.
***
Kayla had turned the opening-sign back around and was in the process of rewinding the security tape. Mary wondered if she was okay getting back to work so soon after a dramatic situation, but Kayla shrugged it off like armed robberies were a matter-of-factly happening.
As for the incident, I never heard more from it. There were a few things on the camera feed that might interest the cops, but LAPD never called. The camera showed two suspicious men entering the doors, pulling weapons before receiving a swift beatdown from a heroic bystander, only visible from the back. Mary Elizabeth’s presence wouldn’t be a problem as she wasn’t caught on the feed.
Another case solved without unnecessary drama.
We waved our farewells and headed outside into the LA night, making sure no bad-guys were lurking nearby for revenge. There were none.
I wanted to finish the night on a less than awkward tune before we parted ways.
“I swear. Girls have a way with “thank you’s.”
“Hah! You can thank Kayla for that. Damn, she’s got the moves!”
“I was afraid she was going too far with you.”
“Bullshit! I can take harder poundings than what she gave me.”
“Most intriguing!”
“You’re not so bad yourself. You know how to make use of those muscles.” she grinned naughtily as she felt up my arm.
“I have my ways.”
“I like your ways. I’m only sad I had to be introduced to them under such circumstances.”
“You don’t regret it?”
“Far from it, and I know Kayla feels the same.”
“U-huh.”
“I only hope… this won’t be the last time we meet.” She said with longing in her voice.
“You’re welcome to step by H-Block anytime you want.”
“Maybe I will.”
It seemed like she had more on her mind, but there was nothing more to be said that night.
We parted ways. Making sure she was inside her car (a blue BMW), I headed back to pick up my car at the Bowerton Building.
And so, another week in the life of Alexander Taylor came to its unpredictable end.
NEXT: A charity event, a brawl and Christina Hendricks.
Topic: Decades of Decadence [Episode 27: India Eisley] (Read 315012 times)