Try Me, Big Boy!
Starring: Abigail Ratchford
Themes: Hardcore, Comedy, Dirty Talk
Disclaimer: This story is purely fictional. This is fiction, it did NOT happen. Fantasy is legal. Please do not copy this story to any site without my permission.
This story as well as all the other Try Me chapters is written for Galva82. The celeb choice was his, along with the ideas.
If you want to read other entries in the series first, here they are.
The original trilogy:
Pt. 1,
Pt. 2,
Pt. 3Sequel trilogy:
Pt. 1,
Pt. 2,
Pt. 3Further sequels:
Pay To Play, I'm Better Than Her
Pt. 1,
Pt. 2.
Nassau, BahamasLoud voices echoed in the distance, with the sound of feet stomping and rolling carts through the main lobby. Friday had come, marking one of the busiest days at the Rosewood Baha Mar hotel. Anyone who worked on staff for longer than a year learned to deal with the many guests at the end of the week. Just as soon as the paychecks were cashed, it was time for a long weekend. Overtime was available if someone was willing to go for the entire seven days. It was easy when you had your own residency suite at the hotel itself. The job had become a walk of life for the employees who had been there longer than twenty four months. From the main lobby to the staff rooms, the giant resort seemed like a small world once someone learned their way around the buildings long enough. Someone who went by the nickname 'Big Boy' understood the size of this place.
Life was good, according to Scott. Or at least that was what he had to tell people who hated this job. After the early morning shift, he was spending his break time across a hall from the main lobby. He stood near the doorway where two vending machines sat. He had just put a dollar in one to purchase a Butterfinger bar. As he stood there, Scott chewed the candy bar piece-by-piece. He did not have a care in the world today. His chubby frame was fully exposed in his work uniform. The buttoned up white shirt was tucked into his black pants. If not for his chubby belly sagging forward, anyone would be able to see the chrome-plated custom belt buckle he wore over a black embroidered belt. In an oval shape, six letters made the words 'BIG BOY' in capital letters across the plate. It was the one piece of custom jewelry he wore as part of his work uniform with a sense of pride.
Few people seen the belt buckle, not that Scott cared. The only person who ever asked him about it was his friend Anthony. He could still see the other man rolling his eyes when he showed him the decoration. Scott could never forget that one week Kate Upton spent at the hotel. She gave him the nickname 'Big Boy' due to his excess weight and the other big thing besides his stomach. He was so proud to know he was one of the luckiest men in the world to bang that busty supermodel. As time went by, he took the nickname with heavy hubris. Only Anthony knew the meaning since the two of them had shared a few affairs together with models over time. Their first adventure involved Kelly Brook. The last one was Kara Del Toro, whom Scott took great pride in knowing he gave her more thrills than his friend achieved. It was a friendly rivalry of sorts in those rare circumstances when they were in the company of certain guests.
Anthony was the only friend Scott had left in life. He could be rude and arrogant at times, but Scott ignored that. He saw something good in Anthony. Most of their coworkers went about their days with no regard for friendships on the job. Scott and Anthony had a different outlook since they lived at the hotel as residents. The job was all they ever knew in the Bahamas. They were both single men in their twenties, quickly approaching thirty before they would know it. On a bad day, they could easily remind each other about the good times that began two years ago. Remember when we banged Kelly Brook? Or what about the time we fucked Kate Upton? How about the time Gianna Michaels was escorting at the hotel? Kara Del Toro was the name they rarely reminisced over. Scott knew better than to rub it in on his friend. He would always have that one over Anthony, knowing he was the better man in the bedroom, according to her.
Two years had passed since their first affair with Kelly Brook. The incident with Kara was a year ago, as it was the last time either of them had gotten laid. Good times did not come often. Scott cured his lonely nights the old-fashioned way. He enjoyed sitting in bed at night with his laptop open as he jacked off to his favorite social media models. He made sure to order Kelly Brook's recent 2024 calendar as a reminder of that lucky weekend. For the past several months, Scott had taken a particular interest in Demi Rose Mawby's massive ass. If only she would check in to the hotel, he may finally be encouraged to lose over a hundred pounds to be able to give that booty the fast pounding it deserved. His phone wallpaper was a picture of her huge tits and lovely face. There were other models Scott took an interest in, but he always went back to the only three he could say he banged. Anthony was annoyed at how much he liked to brag. He enjoyed reminding Scott that no one would believe them if they told their lucky stories.
Kara checked into the hotel solely from word of mouth from Kate Upton. That made Scott and Anthony both wonder if Kelly Brook had any modeling friends back home in England. Would she sing praises to her female friends about the two men? Anthony figured it was a long shot, but not Scott. He was a dreamer and preferred to live in fantasy while stuck at this job. They had to have made an impression since Kelly and Kate wanted more than a single night with them, or so he told himself. As he stood against the wall, finishing the Butterfinger, a mischievous grin ran across his chubby face. He was thinking about his friend, whom he had not heard from in four days. Anthony had to leave work for a family related emergency involving his father. It would be his first trip back home to the US since leaving college. Scott did not envy him, for neither of them wanted to go back home any time soon. With Anthony gone, he had no one else to socialize with in the passing days at work.
"Hungry again?"
A voice alerted Scott as he turned to see his supervisor, Dave, standing next to him. The older man looked unimpressed as he gave him a dirty look.
"Yeah, I'm on break right now."
"So, I've heard."
Dave was known as a stern, rude manager. Scott sighed in anticipation of the usual lecture and cheap joke about his weight. The older man enjoyed bragging about how he could still surf in his sixties and was in good shape. It was just another way of reminding Scott how obese he was. Not that he cared to be lectured by this old fart.
"Do you need something, Mr. Dave?"
"I'm looking for someone to take over room service duties for the evening. Gerald got sick and had to call off a few minutes ago."
Gerald was one of the many employees, like Scott, who worked alternating shifts. His name was familiar, but Scott was rarely on shift with him.
"Can you finish the day on room service?"
"Yeah, sure."
The old man nodded with a little smile. He knew Scott would never say no. That was the only reason he went and bothered him on break. At least he did not make any more remarks about his weight. When he walked off, Scott sighed and tossed the candy wrapper into a trash bin close by. A few guests walked past him. A man and a woman wearing swim trunks and a bikini. The woman gave Scott a dirty look as she caught him gazing at her ass in a red two piece swimsuit. All he could do was grin back at her. On a boring day like this, he wished Anthony was around to shoot the breeze with. Even if they just talked about the normal day-to-day shift, it beat having to do everything on his own. At least he was getting paid, or so he had to remind himself. Anthony liked to miss days and even break on shifts sometimes when he would just skip time. Scott never did that. He only took sick days off if he truly came down with something contagious. This was simply one of those days on the job where time could not go by faster.
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2 HOURS LATER
Loud clanking echoed down the hall for no one to hear in the empty silence. Scott sighed as he checked the rolling cart. The sounds belonged to a metal tray filled with a bucket of ice and a bottle of wine. Dave did not inform him that no one else was working room service on the lower floors. Scott was stuck all by himself, tending to various calls that required him to make routine stops in guest rooms. It would have been nice if someone else was sharing the shift with him, but he knew better than to complain. The last thing he wanted was to get publicly chewed out by a manager. This was not the first time Dave had stuck him on a shift where he had to do everything by himself. Scott fell for it time and time again, never thinking when he accepted that this would be another day of hard work. Much of his frustration had to do with a cart with a loose, squeaky wheel. It made matters difficult to turn around in halls and leave elevators.
Replacing the cart would require a phone call and a trip to another floor. Scott hated bothering the other employees on room service duty. He tried to make due with the cart by pushing it at slow paces. This only made the squeaking sound louder. The noise was grating to the point of sounding like fingernails scraping across a blackboard. A few hours into the shift, he noticed that the time was 3:14. Just a few more hours, and he could clock out since his regular shift was from seven in the morning to five in the evening. He reminded himself that things could be worse as he opened the door and carefully pushed the squeaky cart into the hall. A short trip to the elevator was in store. Luckily, no guests would be joining him since the hallway was empty. This only made the squeaking of the cart sound more irritating as it echoed in the distance. Scott let out another sigh once he reached the elevator and pressed the button for the fifth floor.
A woman ordered a bottle of wine a few minutes ago. To compliment her request, Scott scooped enough cubes to fill a small metal bucket of ice. A simple wine goblet was wrapped in a fancy napkin, also sitting on the tray next to the bottle and bucket. When the doors to the elevator opened, Scott braced himself for the screeching sounds that would soon be heard. The hall was empty, like the last one he departed from. He let out a sigh as the loud noises annoyed him to no end. Forcing a smile, he continued to slowly push the cart as he turned his head to look at the numbers hanging on the doors. Once he reached room 532, Scott sighed in relief. He stopped pushing the cart and walked around it. As he turned, his fat stomach rubbed against the side of the tray, nearly knocking over the wine bottle. Due to the squeaking sounds, he did not want to push the cart into the doorway. Raising his hand, he cleared his throat and began to knock on the door.
"Room service!"
"Come right in!"
The same voice he heard on the phone called out to him, this time in a more high-pitched tone. Scott turned the doorknob with his right hand. As the door opened, light shone through the crack, and the sound of hip-hop music could be heard. Bass beats combined with the flow of a rapid lyrical delivery. No one was seen in the room. Scott glanced across the white walls, hoping to see the woman make an appearance. After a few seconds, he turned around and carefully grabbed the metal tray from his cart. Focusing his eyes on the wine bottle, Scott had to make careful steps to turn back around and re-enter the hotel room. The loud music was no distraction as he watched the wine bottle slightly move with each step. In the living room sat a glass oval shaped table near the black leather couch. Scott placed the tray down on the table and leaned up to see the figure of a curvaceous woman standing across the room.
"Sorry, I couldn't get the door. Thank you for bringing that in."
Her voice was high pitched, almost bubbly, in a unique tone. Scott's jaw dropped as he stood there, captivated by the beauty in his line of sight. A woman stood wearing a silky white robe that covered her buxom body. Her skin was tanned to give the impression that she had seen a healthy amount of sunlight. Huge breasts were encased in a blue bra. Below, he could see a matching blue G string. Jet black hair was curled in a high ponytail to show her full face with plump pink lips and emerald eyes. From the minute he saw her, a sense of familiarity struck him. Scott was sure he had seen this woman somewhere before. As she stepped closer, her breasts bounced in the bra. She saw the shocked look on his face and curled her lips into a smug grin, as if she were proud to have that effect on him. His eyes were almost glued to the sight of her jumbo boobs.
"Uhhhh, yeah. No problem! If you ever need anything, just call me anytime."
As he spoke, Scott's eyes shifted from her boobs up to her face. Something about her looked so familiar. She giggled at him and stepped closer.
"Oh! You brought me some ice too, thank you!"
When she smiled again, it finally dawned on Scott just where he had seen this beautiful woman. Many nights he had spent in bed scrolling through social media looking at her photoshoots. There was no mistaking that voluptuous body and cute face. Scott knew he was standing in front of Abigail Ratchford.
"Oh shit, you're Abigail Ratchford."
He gasped after uttering his words. She grinned, quirking her eyebrows at him. Scott was grinning like a winner now.
"You know who I am?"
"Yeah! Had I known I was bringing you wine, I would've sent you a free bottle and some flowers too!"
She began to laugh loudly. Her high pitched voice was only adding another layer to how turned on he was by her appearance. Abigail seemed to be impressed that he recognized her. She pressed her left hand on her hip, not even bothering to cover her body in the robe.
"I'm shocked someone knows who I am. You're the first person to notice me since I left L.A. I guess I'm not famous enough for anyone else working here."
"How long have you been staying here?"
Tilting her head, she teased him with a smirk.
"This is my third day here. I'm on a little vacation by myself. Sometimes you have to get away from work, you know?"
Scott could not contain his grin.
"I've been following you on Instagram for almost ten years now."
"Really!?"
He nodded in response to her question. Abigail cracked up, laughing loudly at him.
"I guess that makes you a big fan."
"Oh, yeah! I'm a big fan, alright! You're fucking hot! Your tits are HUGE!!"
It was impossible for him to contain his thoughts. Scott did not think twice to blurt out what he was thinking. Most women would have been instantly offended by his rude remark. Abigail was visibly blushing, trying to contain her laughter.
"Thank you. What's your name?"
"If I can call you Abigail, you can call me Scott!"
She was still laughing as he extended his left arm for her to shake. Abigail shook hands, allowing him to feel the warmth of her palm. After the brief moment of silence, her expression changed. The smirk on her face was smaller as Abigail shifted her demeanor in a matter of seconds.
"Thanks for the wine, Scott. It's always a pleasure to meet one of my fans."
Her voice became more seductive, still carrying that bubbly, high pitched tone. Scott was still smirking like an idiot. The more he looked at her wonderful body, Scott could feel his dick beginning to grow inside his pants. Here he was thinking to himself if he had a chance with this busty beauty. Unlike his affairs with the previous models he met, Anthony was not here to compete with him. His confidence was sky high, regardless of how fat and ugly he looked in comparison to this gorgeous vixen.
"If you need anything else, just call and ask for me. I'm still on shift for another two hours."
He winked at her in a vain effort to flirt. Abigail quirked her eyebrows to tease him in response to that slight gesture.
"You get off in two hours?"
"Yeah. I usually work morning shifts."
"Oh, really? I guess that's why you've never brought me anything. When I call room service, it's usually a... slim guy that visits me."
Her eyes moved to his sagging stomach when she finished those words. Scott did not let her remark prevent him from smiling. Nothing could bring his confidence down in this moment. All he did was laugh at her, wishing she could see his custom belt buckle, which he was so proud of.
"I'm guessing that's Terry. Or maybe it's Gerald."
"I don't know their names."
"But you know mine! That makes me special!"
Scott laughed at his own joke, while Abigail grinned at him. That look on her face told him he had a chance with her.
"Are you single, by any chance?"
Giggling at him, Abigail blushed for a moment. His question took her by surprise.
"You're really curious?"
"Yeah! A hot woman like you needs a good guy to keep her company."
He winked again, but she did not laugh that time. Scott decided to joke about himself to try and crack her up one last time.
"What's the matter? Am I too big for you?"
Laughing again, Abigail shook her head.
"You're a working man, Scott. Don't you have other guests who might be trying to call for room service right now?"
Oh shit, he thought to himself. He lost all train of thought and completely forgot about the job. Abigail finally managed to wipe that goofy smirk off his bloated face.
"You're right. I better go check. Sorry for wasting your time, Abigail. You're like... super fucking hot, though. Sorry if I'm being rude, but I just have to say it."
If only she could see the bulge in the front of his pants. All this time, he had been standing in her room; his cock had erected to the point where his pants had tightened up uncomfortably. His stomach prevented her from witnessing it. Scott had no filter in his words as he blurted out his true feelings. He turned his back to her and hurried out the doorway to reunite with his squeaky cart.
"Bye bye, Scott!"
The sound of her voice made him turn to see that woman one last time. Abigail pressed her puffy lips together and raised her right hand to blow him a kiss. He grinned at her and waved back at her before grabbing the doorknob. As he stepped out, Scott shut the door behind him. The loud music was now muted, as he was alone again. With a sigh, he tried to gather his thoughts while his heartbeat was racing at a fast pace. It did not matter if he had a realistic chance of banging her or not. Scott was just happy to meet Abigail and flirt with her a bit. He knew deep down that he most likely did not give her a good impression, but at least she laughed. It was worth flirting with her just for that alone. As he pushed the squeaking cart, Scott began to laugh. The squealing sounds did not bother him as he rolled the cart towards the elevator.
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1 HOUR LATER
"Those titties were so huge. Ohhhh man, I thought they were big just from looking at pics. But they're way bigger up close. I mean, GODDAMN, I want to fuck those titties so bad! Ohhhhh, yeah!!"
Scott groaned as he studied his reflection in the mirror. His pants and underwear were pushed down to his ankles. He was standing on a wooden step ladder. It was the only way to elevate his height in the bathroom to such a level that he could see his cock at the bottom of the mirror. His right hand fingers were tightly wrapped around his long, thick pole. After returning to the staff room, Scott could not control his arousal. The job no longer mattered. He ignored any missed calls and immediately pulled his phone from his pocket and began scrolling through old photos he saved of Abigail. His bulging cock was begging to be released, hence why he hurried to the personal bathroom and locked himself inside. No one could bother him as he masturbated in this tiny white room. So many dirty thoughts ran through his mind.
"Just one time between those big ass titties... Ohhhh, yeah... I'd have the time of my life and shoot my load all over her pretty face later. She'd be telling all her friends about the big boy who gave her a big ass load of hot fucking cum. Or maybe she's the type who doesn't like to share."
Grunting loudly, he furiously jerked his hand back and forth. Scott grinned, flashing his teeth as he saw his reflection one last time, and closed his eyes. The things he wanted to do with Abigail brought back so many memories.
"I'm the fucking big boy in this place! She'd be calling me that for sure!"
Still wanking, he groaned more filthy words.
"She's got dick sucking lips. They would look even better wrapped around my cock. MY COCK!! Oh yeah, I know how to use it!"
He laughed loudly, with no care if anyone could hear him outside the bathroom. Scott had worked himself into a frenzy, with sweat developing at the edges of his forehead. He bit his lower lip, humming and moaning softly. His hand became sweaty as he jerked his thick shaft back and forth. Breathing heavily, he began to fantasize about what it would be like to fuck Abigail. He had seen a small hint of her curves tucked in her loose robe. Just how big was her ass? Would she be willing to let him pound her from behind? His imagination was going wild as he twisted his fingers around his shaft. Pre-cum oozed out of the head of his pole when the phone interrupted his train of thought. The ringing sound made him abruptly halt and open his eyes. Scott sighed in frustration at his reflection.
"Ughhhhh, really!? Of all the time for someone to call, why the fuck do they have to choose now?!"
Cussing to himself, he pouted. His cock was only seconds away from exploding to fill the sink with cum. He did not bother tugging his pants up and nearly tripped down the stepping ladder as a result. His feet stomped into the floor in a funny pattern as he opened the door and walked out, his cock flopping around in all directions. The phone had been ringing for more than thirty seconds by the time Scott finally answered it.
"Room service?"
"Hi! This is Abigail in room five-thirty-two. I'm looking for a gentleman named Scott."
Gasping for breath, Scott immediately leaned up in excitement to hear her high pitched signature voice on the other end of the phone.
"Oh, hey Abigail! It's me! What can I get for you?"
"Ohhhhhh, there you are! What took you so long to answer?"
"Uhhhhh, I was busy doing something."
"Busy with another guest?"
"No, nothing like that! It was a little more... personal, you know? I'm sorry you had to wait."
Lying was not something Scott did naturally. For a woman like her, he did not want to confess to what he just did, but he was tempted to. Abigail giggled into the phone before answering him back.
"Whatever you were busy doing, I imagine you were thinking about me the whole time."
"I was. I've been looking at your photos on my phone for the past hour. You are so fucking hot. What can I get for you? I'll stop everything I'm doing and serve you any time."
"That's what I like to hear. Can you bring me a new robe? I spilled wine after you left."
"Sure thing! Give me ten minutes, and I'll be right over!"
"See you soon, dear."
The phone clicked after she hung up. Scott dropped the phone and clapped his hands in excitement.
"Yes!!"
He pumped his fist before finally leaning down to grab his underwear and pants. As he pulled them up, he began to think to himself.
So I have a chance after all. If she wants it, I'm gonna give it to her. Big Boy is ready to play with some big ass titties tonight. After adjusting his belt buckle, he patted it proudly. What made her want to call and ask for something so trivial was a mystery. Scott did not care why. He felt like the luckiest man in the world that after all his stupidity, she wanted to call him for a second visit. This was worth interrupting the fun time spent between him and his cock. He was still rock hard, but he did not have difficulty zipping and buttoning up his pants. It took a small amount of time to search through the clothing room and find a robe. Scott chose a gold one as a gesture of how highly he thought of Abigail's beauty. He grabbed a box of chocolates to go with the robe.
Down the hall, he strutted his hips and shook his fat belly. Scott did not have a care in the world about anything to do with this job or tomorrow's work day. Tonight was all about her. If she wanted him, this was going to be a wild night of hard fucking. If not, that was fine by him. He would just go back to his room and finish jacking off to wild fantasies about her. When he stood in the elevator, Scott thought about his friend. He was happy Anthony was not here to make a competition out of this chance. This day would have been much different if Anthony were here. Scott was happy that he did not have to compete with him. It would still have been nice to have someone to brag to. Maybe in the near future, Scott would have a wild tale to speak of. There was also the chance Anthony would not believe him. When the elevator doors opened, he quit thinking about the other man as he stomped down the hall to find her door.
"Yoo hoo! Room service!"
It was almost impossible for him to control his excitement.
"Come in, dear."
Upon opening the door, Scott was greeted by a strong raspberry scent. Small flames of glass candles burning from the kitchen counter. Whatever device she used to blast loud music earlier was now turned off. Scott closed the door behind him as he stepped into the empty living room. He glanced around, hoping to see Abigail, but she was nowhere in sight.
"There you are."
Her voice came from the bedroom. Abigail entered his sights, strutting her hips in the same blue bra and G string outfit he had briefly seen hours ago. The G string covering her pussy was even smaller than he had first seen, with just a tiny blue string hugging her perfect hips. Scott grinned as he studied her curvy features more closely. Her feet were tucked in a pair of dark blue high-heeled pumps, hiding her toes. The heels clicked and clacked loudly across the wooden floor with each step she took. Her hair was split down the middle, with dark locks flowing beyond her shoulders and hiding her ears. Scott licked his lips as he gazed into her deep, green eyes.
"I've got you a nice robe, and I brought a box of chocolates too."
"Did you?"
She grinned after stopping in front of him. Abigail watched his eyes scan over her body. Scott could not prevent himself from smiling wide as he gazed into her wonderful tits. He handed her the small, white box of chocolates first. Abigail smiled, flashing her pearly teeth. She tossed the box onto the glass table in front of the couch. He then offered her the golden robe. Scott expected her to try it on in front of him. Abigail simply glared at him with her beautiful emerald eyes and turned her back to him. At last, he was able to witness her giant booty. His eyes widened, then he gasped before speaking.
"Damnnnnn!"
This was by far, the biggest ass Scott had ever seen up close. Only the tiny top of the G string was visible, with the rest of it tucked down the crack of her thick ass. Abigail flicked her hair, glancing across her shoulder with a keen expression. Her lips curled into a smug grin. He may not have realized it, but she was loving every second of his watchful eyes studying her body. Abigail loved the attention her voluptuous figure brought her. She leaned forward, shoving her ass out to give him a better view of the roundness. Her eyes noticed the bulge in the front of his pants, just barely visible with his fat stomach covering it.
"Your ass is a fucking work of art. God, that is the biggest one I have ever seen."
"Thank you."
Abigail bit her lower lip after uttering those words before slowly leaning back up. She turned to face him and saw that goofy grin across his face. It was almost enough to make her blush. His excitement was admirable.
"You asked me earlier if I was single."
"Yes, I did."
With a laugh, she stepped a bit closer. His sagging stomach brushed against her flat, muscular toned stomach. Scott was distracted by the closeness of her breasts and broke eye contact to get a better look at those lovely boobs.
"Let's just say I've been lonely, and it's nice that someone knows who I am. I thought about you after you left and how excited you were. I like seeing that in a man."
She threw her arms around his neck after speaking her seductive words. Scott was still grinning at her.
"You just can't stop smiling. What are you thinking about right now, honey?"
There was no way he would be able to filter his words. Scott knew he would probably offend her with his words. He thought for a few seconds to soften his speech and not give her the real dirty thoughts yet.
"Right now, I'm thinking about doing some freaky things with you."
Grinning at him, Abigail giggled softly.
"That's what I want to hear. Tell me more."
"I'm thinking about how bad I want to bury my cock between your tits."
As he spoke, Abigail rubbed her warm fingertips on the back of his neck.
"Mmmmmm, yeah? Is that all?"
"No, I'm also thinking about your ass. I might be a fat ass guy, but I would still give you a good pounding."
His dirty words only turned her on more. Abigail pressed her breasts against his chubby chest and leaned in to lock lips with him. Scott closed his eyes as he darted his tongue into her mouth and began making out with the Queen of Curves. He moaned into her mouth as they continued to twist tongues. Abigail broke the kiss after a few seconds. She moaned at him before stepping back. Scott saw the wet spot at the front of her G string for a brief moment. Abigail fell to her knees before he could say a word. Her hands found a place at the front of his pants, tugging at his belt buckle. She used her left hand to shove his obese stomach forward. Scott moaned as her hand sunk into his flesh. A giggle was heard when she saw the front of his belt buckle.
"Oh, my god. Big boy? Really?"
"Hell yeah! Ladies, call me the big boy!"
Laughing loudly at him, her high pitched voice echoed in the room. Abigail undid the belt buckle and unbuttoned his pants. Before finishing with his pants, she pulled his shoes off to make it easier for him to step out of his clothes in only a pair of white socks. Scott unbuttoned the front of his shirt and quickly pulled it off. His pasty white skin was the opposite of her smooth, tanned body.
"Have you ever fucked someone as big as me before?"
He could not see her face due to his heavy stomach blocking the view. The sound of his zipper sliding down could be heard. That subtle noise excited Scott.
"Ohhhh, yeah! Take my pants off, baby! You're about to see why they call me the big boy!"
Her hands tugged his pants and underwear down together at the same time.
"To answer your question, yes! You look like a guy I used to fuck all the time back in L.A. When I say all the time, I mean like every other week. You remind me a lot of him, actually! He was a fat ass, but he had a big dick. He knew to burn calories by fucking me all over his apartment when I visited."
Abigail told him all the right words to fill his imagination with dirty desires. Scott felt proud that she had an attraction to heavy set men like him. Her fingers twisted around his cock, gripping it tightly. Her other hand pressed into his chubby stomach. Abigail used that to lift herself off the floor and abruptly let go of his cock once she was standing face-to-face with him again. She pointed over at the couch with her right hand.
"Go have a seat."
"Why do you want me to sit down?"
She planted her hands on her hips and tilted her head, giving him a funny look.
"Oh, trust me on this, honey. You can't look down and see your dick. I know Harold couldn't, so you better go sit down if you want to actually see me suck you off."
So Harold was the guy she was referring to. Scott found it funny to learn a small detail like that about her past sex life. He walked over to the couch and plopped his fat ass down. If only she knew he had to stand on a stepping ladder in the bathroom earlier to see his erected pole.
"Just wait till you see my cock. Ladies don't call me the big just cause I'm a fat ass."
Ignoring his words, Abigail stepped closer to the couch. Her eyes fixed on his cock after Scott grabbed it with his right hand. His fingers twisted up and down, wanking as she loosened the straps to her bra and pulled them off. Her big tits flopped freely with a heavy bounce.
"Wooooooo, yeah!! Show me those BIG ASS TITTIES!!"
Biting her lower lip, she twirled her bra across her right hand index finger. Scott was too busy gazing at her exposed tits to care about the bra. It twirled around until she finally dropped it to the floor. His fingers tightened around his dick as he continued to stroke it. Abigail leaned forward, allowing her breasts to slightly hang as she tucked her thumbs across the G string on both hips and slid it down. She stepped out of the G string and proudly stood naked before him. A wet layer covered the pretty, pink folds of her cunt. No hair was visible around her womanhood. Scott bit his lower lip at that sight, then Abigail abruptly turned around to reveal her bare ass. She leaned forward, gripping her knees as she began to roll her hips and make those thick ass cheeks clap together.
"Hell yeah! Twerk that fucking ass!"
A twerk show was the last thing Scott expected from her. He was hooting and hollering as she rolled her hips and made those cheeks smack together. Clap. Clap. Clap. He groaned and continued to wank his shaft back and forth at the sight of her mighty ass jiggling and bouncing. Abigail stopped after a few seconds and turned around to face him. Licking her lips, she fell to her knees. His fingers left his shaft for her to grip instead.
"I'm glad I met you today. I haven't had any kinky fun in over a month now, and I've been so horny today. I left my vibrator back home."
"I guess that makes me a lucky stranger then."
Abigail giggled at his remark as she grabbed his cock. Her fingers twisted around it from the base while her eyes focused on his thick pole. He was already at full length to make the job easier for her. Scott swallowed his breath as he watched her pump that hand up and down his cock. Abigail stroked him fast to give a hint of how aggressive her oral assault would be. She pressed her puffy lips against the head of his cock and kissed it before opening her mouth wide. Scott bit his lower lip and moaned as he felt his rod sliding into her mouth. Abigail did not make eye contact with him as she tasted his shaft for the first time. 'Mmmmmm', a soft moan was heard from her low voice. He could feel the vibrations from her tongue pressing against his thick shaft inside her mouth. Abigail pulled her lips back to the head and stopped for a moment.
She made him think she was about to stop, but then she pushed it back between her lips. Closing her eyes, she moaned softly as she began to suck his long shaft by the inch. Her hair moved in her face, prompting Abigail to swipe it aside with her left hand. She unwrapped her right hand from the base just to move her fingers out of the way for the imminent deepthroating experience. Scott moaned in delight. It felt good to finally be getting a blowjob after over a year of no action at all. He grinned smugly, feeling as if he was on top of the world right now. Abigail pulled her lips back to the head of his shaft and released it with a pop. This was only so she could flick her tongue across the head a few times. At last, her big green eyes glared up to see the look on his face. Abigail gripped his cock again and began stroking it as her tongue lapped across the head of his thick pole.
The look in her eyes was devious. Scott wanted to blurt something out. Anything to get her attention, but he understood what her eyes were telling him. That expression was almost intimidating, as she was taunting him with her deep emerald hues. She was about to take control and show him what a wild ride he was in for. Abigail closed her eyes and quit stroking his cock. She shoved it back into her mouth and then unwrapped her fingers from the base. Her hands pressed into his legs as Abigail slammed his cock to the depths of her throat, gagging herself in the process. Scott groaned as he felt the head of his pole rubbing against the back of her throat. The slobbering noises thrilled him as Abigail found herself and began to bob her head up and down. Sucking noises became louder as Abigail devoured his cock with ease. Her lips moved up and down as her drool began to coat his thick shaft. Scott was in heavenly bliss from this pleasure.
"Ohhhhh, yeah. I love your DSL."
His words distracted her to the point where Abigail nearly stopped. She pushed her lips back to the head and carefully extracted his cock from her lips to make another audible popping sound.
"Mmmmmm, yeah. I could suck you dry all night long."
A low, seductive tone replaced her high pitched voice. Her tongue flicked across the head again. She grabbed it with her right hand and spit on the head. Abigail kissed his shaft before gazing up at his face.
"But what are you talking about? What does DSL mean?"
He flashed his teeth in a goofy grin. Since she did not know what that abbreviation stood for, Scott was honored to be the first man to inform her.
"That means dick sucking lips, baby. A worthy nickname for those things you've got."
"Mmmmmm, that's just what my lips are for."
Winking at him, she shoved his hard shaft between her lips again. Scott moaned in pleasure.
"Ohhhh, yeah! Use those dick sucking lips on me some more!"
Abigail resumed her aggressive manner of sucking his shaft. She pushed it to the back of her throat again, inhaling the scent of his pubic hairs after releasing her fingers. Scott exhaled and took a deep breath. Abigail began to bob her head up and down again, like before. Her hair rustled and shook. Instead of pressing her palms against his legs, Abigail grabbed her breasts below. She pinched her own nipples while slobbering her way up and down several inches of his strong dick.
"GWAK-KAH-GWAH-GWAH!"
The slurping and slobbering noises only turned Scott on even more. Her aggressive style of sucking dick was respectable, but he wanted to be in control. There was no point in just sitting here and letting her do all the work. Those puffy, sucking lips were one of his favorite things about her. He reached for her hair with his right hand and gripped several locks. Abigail responded to the feeling of his fingers by coming to a sudden halt. She knew what he was about to do and invited him to take charge. He sat up and planted his other hand on her head before making the first thrust.
"Let me show you how much I love your DICK SUCKING LIPS!!"
Overwhelmed in joy, he began to thrust into her mouth at a slow pace. Abigail closed her eyes and opened her mouth wide. He could see the front row of her teeth for a moment before she squeezed her lips around his shaft. It was amazing to watch her cheeks sink in and inflate with each full thrust he gave her. She opened her eyes and gazed up at him. Abigail winked, as if to encourage him to continue. What he could not see was the placement of her hands over her breasts. Scott began to thrust harder and faster. She shut her eyes again as the slobbering and sucking noises grew louder once more.
"KAH-GWAH-GWAH-GWAK-KAH!"
Saliva strings dangled from both corners of her mouth. Scott knew he had the stamina and drive to continue fucking her mouth without any worry of blowing his load too soon. He grunted and groaned as he continued to buck his hips. His fat stomach wobbled and jiggled around with each thrust he gave her.
"Fuckkkkk!! YESSSSS!!"
With his teeth barred, Scott growled his words like an untamed animal. The beast was coming out from within him as he continued to fuck her mouth. Streams of spit flowed from the corners of her lips and chin, trailing down her neck. All this time he fucked her mouth, Abigail squeezed and massaged her own tits. Scott slammed his cock to the back of her throat and stopped. He just wanted to see those big, dick sucking lips buried in his pubic hair one last time. Groaning and grunting, he pulled his cock out of her mouth and finally let go of her hair. Abigail's eyes opened wide, blinking a few times as she kept her mouth open. His entire shaft was slathered in her saliva. Several strings of drool connected to his pole from her lips. Scott stood on his feet, breaking the strings of saliva when he moved. Abigail moaned at him and then pressed her huge tits up over his wet cock.
"Ohhhh, fuck."
He did not anticipate her making a sudden move like this. Abigail was planning to place his cock between her tits after sucking him. Everything was like clockwork when it came to her way of fucking. Scott moaned as she squeezed her tits around his cock. She spit on the head as he began to buck his hips.
"I've gotta fuck these big ass titties! I've been thinking about this for fucking hours!"
She was not laughing at his thrilled words this time. All Abigail could do was moan as she felt every inch of his cock sliding up and down between her tits. The massive size of her breasts made the entire length of his shaft disappear between the folds. She glanced down to watch the head poke up and spit on it again.
"This feels so good! Fuck my titties!!"
Hearing her high pitched voice only made Scott begin thrusting harder and faster. Abigail moaned and adjusted her hands to flex her elbows.
"There's nothing I love more than getting to fuck a beautiful pair of BIG ASS TITTIES!!"
The excess spit made it easier for his cock to pump back and forth between her wonderful tits. Scott felt like a winner. His work day was forgettable until the moment he met her. Everything changed at that moment, and he was now living one of his grandest fantasies. Abigail moaned as she raised her head and gazed up at his face.
"I love getting my tits fucked."
He slowed himself down, still making hard thrusts. Abigail glanced down to watch the head poke upward again.
"Fuck my tits, big boy!"
At last, she called him by his favorite nickname. Scott grunted and began to thrust harder. She parted her lips to invite him to thrust the head of his shaft into her mouth. He made sure to thrust hard enough to accomplish that. Pop. Pop. Pop. The sound echoed each time his cock left her mouth. Abigail spit on his shaft again before leaning her head up. She grinned at him, flashing her perfect teeth as he was still fucking her tits.
"Mmmmmmmm, that's it. Tell me how much you love my tits, big boy!"
"I LOVE THESE BIG ASS TITTIES, BABY!! THEY'RE SO FUCKING AWESOME!!"
Obnoxious as ever, Scott could not hold himself back from hollering every word. His voice echoed to anyone outside the room. He came to a sudden stop and sighed. Abigail smirked at him as she took over. He rested his right hand on his hip, watching her pump her breasts up and down. She went slow for a few thrusts and then let go of her tits. His cock flopped out between them until she grabbed it with her right hand. Abigail wrapped her left forearm underneath her breasts to hold them up. Scott watched as she rubbed the head of his cock against her right nipple. It was funny to think his dick was rubbing against her tits before his hands could. Abigail gritted her teeth as she glared at him with an expression of lustful hunger. She did not have to say anything to him. Her eyes and face did all the talking. Licking her lips, she alternated his cock to her other nipple and rubbed it back and forth.
No words were needed in this moment. Her face alone told him what she wanted. Scott was impressed with how Abigail could convey such emotions with her eyes alone. He could have easily ruined this moment by blurting out meaningless words. She let go of his cock and climbed up from her knees. As they stood facing each other, she moved her hands over his fat stomach and gently caressed his pale skin. She pressed her hands into his chubby chest, allowing him to watch her fingers sink in. Scott grinned and placed his hands on her breasts, squeezing them hard. Abigail moaned and gazed into his eyes. That same hungry look was still on her face. Scott grinned at her and took a step back. He plopped his fat ass down on the couch and motioned with his hands for her to get on top. It was an easy guess from him that she wanted to be on top. That was fine with him, as long as he had the chance to pound her ass later.
"Come on, baby. Come ride the big boy!"
Scott slapped his stomach to tease her. Abigail grinned.
"Is that what you want, big boy? You want me to ride your big ole cock?"
"Hell yeah! Ride me like an SUV! EXTRA FUCKING LARGE, WOOO HOOOOO!!"
His screaming of crude jokes finally made her giggle, but Abigail was still focused. She straddled his fat body and gripped his cock from underneath. Scott watched as she hovered her juicy, wet cunt directly above his dick. When she lowered herself, he closed his eyes. Their moans became a chorus at the wonderful feeling of becoming one. The snug feeling of her tight pussy made him glad he did not blow a load yet from fucking her tits. Scott opened his eyes to see her giant tits hanging above his face. He squeezed them as Abigail pressed her hands onto his fat belly to balance herself. Scott buried his face between her breasts and began to slobber back and forth.
"Ohhhhhh, yeah! Show my titties some love!"
He was motorboating her titties loudly with slobbering and sucking noises. Abigail rocked herself, pumping his cock in and out of her pussy at a slow pace. She closed her eyes and moaned softly. Scott moved his hands to the sides of her tits so he could properly smother himself in them. Her hardened nipples poked against his cheeks. The sound of their bodies smacking together was heard among the moans and cries of pleasure. Scott could feel her ass cheeks slamming down on his hairy balls.
"Oh my god! Yesssss!!"
Crying out to him, Abigail raised her arms and leaned up to pull his face away from her tits. Scott rested on his back, watching as her breasts bounced and swayed from the movements of her riding. He was mesmerized at the sight of her tits bouncing.
"Shake those big ass titties!"
He reached his right hand back and spanked her booty. She moaned at his hard touch. That only made Scott spank her again, this time harder. Abigail reacted to his touch by leaning forward and planting her hands down over his chest to arch herself. Once again, her big tits were hanging in front of his face, but Scott did not grab them. He went for her hips instead as he began to thrust his cock into her pussy.
"Ohhhhh, ohhhhhhhh, god! Fuck me!!"
With each thrust he made, her tits shook around. Scott made an effort to buck his hips as hard as he could to make those epic breasts bounce and jiggle. Abigail kept her eyes closed, moaning loudly as he took control despite her being on top. He moved his right hand from her hip to caress her smooth booty. His fingers squeezed hard for a moment before he pulled back and gave that ass another swat.
"Ohhhh, ohhhhhhhh, god! Yes!! YESSSSSS!!"
Abigail squealed loudly in her high pitched voice. Scott finally made her scream loud enough that her voice echoed throughout the room. Her breasts were still swaying and bouncing above his head as he continued to thrust into her pussy. She leaned up and began to climb off him in a panic.
"Hold on! I want a new position!"
Closing his eyes, Scott sighed when he felt his cock leaving her vulva. When he reopened his eyes, Abigail moved to the other side of the couch, pressing her hands and knees into the plush cushions to raise her ass up. She did not have to tell him what she wanted. Abigail had formed the position he was hoping she would let him have.
"Get over here and fuck me, big boy!"
"You don't have to tell me that again! I'm gonna give it to you, baby!"
Scott got up from the couch and quickly moved behind her. He took a moment to admire her huge ass while Abigail lowered her right hand between her thighs to find her pussy. She made soft coos while pinching her clit between her fingers.
"I swear, this is the biggest ass I've ever seen. It's fucking huge."
Spank! His hand slapped across the right cheek. Scott hollered as he saw her firm cheeks jiggle from his touch.
"I love this big ass."
She pouted at him. Abigail was still rubbing her clit.
"Don't get distracted by it. I need you to fuck me right now. If you make me cum, I'll let you fuck my ass."
He clapped his hands in approval.
"Wooooo, yeah! That's what I like to hear! I'm gonna pound the fuck out of this big ass after I make you scream!"
The gift of anal as a reward for making her cum only encouraged Scott further. He had to consider how closely his own orgasm was approaching. The more he thought about it, he was confident that he could withstand making her cum before he was ready to finally blow his load. There was no place besides her face and tits where he wanted to see his cum. His left hand pressed against the small of her back as he guided his cock into her pussy.
"The big boy is about to rock your world, baby."
Inside her again, Scott let out a sigh of relief and then gave that booty another playful slap. Abigail lowered her hand to press it down into the cushion with her other hand. She lowered her head upon feeling his shaft drive deeper inside her.
"Fuck me! Fuck me!!"
Her eyes were closed as her breasts bounced and swayed with each hard thrust he pumped into her. Scott watched a ripple of movement flow from her ass cheeks as he found a rhythm driving his cock in and out of her tight cunt. Abigail moaned louder. Her voice reached a higher pitch.
"Oh my god, yes! YESSSSS!"
The squealing sound of her voice echoed in the room, reminding Scott of a certain thing that also made a loud screeching sound earlier in the day. The only difference was how much better Abigail's voice sounded in comparison to that annoying cart wheel. Their bodies smacked together to make loud noises heard briefly over her crying voice. His heavy stomach wobbled around with his hard thrusts.
"OHHHHH, OHHHHHHHHHH GOD!! FUCK MEEEE!! YESSSSSS!! FUCK MEEEEEEE!!"
Spank! His right hand smacked her ass with authority. Scott grinned to himself as he replied to her moans with more thrusts.
"Yeah!! The big boy knows how to make you scream, baby!"
His hand slapped her ass a second time as Abigail lowered her head. With each and every thrust he made, her breasts bounced while her ass jiggled. His fat stomach rubbed against her soft, tanned skin. Her eyes widened as she felt a hot rush inside her. Abigail screeched in her high pitched voice.
"OH MY FUCKING GOD!! OH MY GOD!! I'M SOOOO CLOSE!! OHHHHH!!"
Scott did not stop or slow down. Her orgasm was the only thing he wanted to feel at this very moment. Abigail gasped loudly as she lowered her head and raised her right hand. She balled up a fist and pounded it on the couch as her inner walls tightened around his cock. At last, she had reached the pinnacle of her pleasure. Scott reached down to grab his shaft, too late to pull it out as her sticky juices splattered onto his index finger and thumb. Her love nectar squirted on the couch and floor below. A stain would require proper cleaning from him tomorrow if she was still a guest.
"That was hard."
Desperately trying to catch her breath, Abigail spoke in a low tone. She exhaled a few times before glancing across her right shoulder to see a wide grin on his chubby face.
"You know how to fuck, big boy."
"Yes, I fucking do!"
Abigail giggled at him.
"I did say if you made me cum, you could fuck my ass."
"I didn't forget. I worked hard to be able to do this."
His hands ran up her smooth ass cheeks, softly caressing them. Abigail turned her head to face forward again.
"I'm gonna pound your ass so fucking good, you'll never forget me."
Pulling her ass cheeks apart, Scott guided his cock up the crack. He saw the entrance to her dark tunnel and carefully guided his head to pierce it. Abigail moaned as she felt his thick, fat cock sliding into her ass.
"Mmmmmmmmm, that's it. Push it deeper in my ass."
"You like getting fucked in the ass, Abigail?"
"Yes, I do."
She flipped her dark hair to glance across her shoulder at him. Abigail bit her lower lip as he groaned at the tight feeling of his shaft pushing further into her ass.
"My fat friend used to tell me my ass was built for fucking."
"He wasn't wrong! An ass like that needs a proper pounding! I'm glad I'm not the only fat fuck that looks at that ass and knows what it's made for."
His right hand slapped across her booty like he had done before. Scott was unbothered by the stinging pain in his palm. Abigail leaned up, raising her head as she cooed softly. His eyes fell to watch his shaft disappear as it pushed deeper inside her ass. For this to be the biggest ass he had ever seen, Scott was ready to give her a pounding she would never forget. He began bucking his hips to slowly thrust his cock as far as it could go. Abigail gritted her teeth, exhaling as she snarled moans.
"Ohhhhhhhh!! Your cock is so fucking deep! I can feel every last inch!"
As he moved, his cock drew back before pushing back in. Scott gripped her left hip with one hand and reached for her hair with his other. She moaned at the feeling of his fingers gripping her black locks. Taking a deep breath, Scott began to feel the exhilaration as he pounded his cock in Abigail's ass. He pulled her hair tightly as he began to scream.
"BIG BOY got some BIG ASS to pound tonight! Woooo!"
Spank! His free hand slapped that ass again. A red mark had formed from his touch. Her big tits were once again bouncing and jiggling from beneath her. Abigail cried out to him in her high pitched, squeaky voice.
"OHHHHHHH, YEAH!! I WANT IT DEEPER!! I WANT YOUR COCK SO DEEP IN MY ASS!!"
Smack. Smack. Smack. The sound of their bodies hitting together became a steady rhythm, much faster than the hip-hop beats she was listening to when he first met her. Scott let go of her hair and gripped her hips with both hands. He concentrated on bucking his hips as hard as he could, delivering inch after inch of his cock into that thick booty.
"OHHHHHH MY GOD!!"
She closed her eyes and screamed loudly. His balls and chubby stomach rubbed against her ass between thrusts. Beads of sweat developed from his hairline, drenching his face. Scott concentrated all his efforts on pounding her ass with all the strength he had left in his body.
"So fucking big! This ass was made for pounding! Ohhhh, yeah!!"
Instead of spanking her buttocks, Scott tightened the grip of his right hand fingers. Abigail glanced at him from across her shoulder.
"Tell me about it! I love getting my ass fucked! Let me feel that cock deeper again. I wanna feel it as deep as you can go."
He stopped thrusting. His cock was halfway in her ass when Abigail made her request. Her eyes narrowed on his stomach as she kept her glare across the shoulder.
"You want some deep drilling?"
"Mmmmmhhhhhmmmm. As far as you can go."
As Scott began to thrust one final time to push his entire length up her ass, Abigail spoke again.
"You know, it's funny you haven't cum yet. Most guys never last this long with me."
Laughing at her, Scott grinned.
"That's because I'm better than most guys. I know how to save my cum, that way I can make a big mess!"
When his cock could push no further, Scott bit his lower lip. Abigail moaned, but she was studying the expression on his scrunched up face. She could see that he was holding on to dear life, trying to prevent himself from exploding deep in her ass.
"You need to cum. You can't just keep building it up."
"I've got a LOT of cum built up for you!"
"Oh, yeah? Maybe it's time to drain your balls."
"Not in this ass, baby. I want it all over your fucking face!"
Abigail licked her lips and moaned.
"Mmmmmm, what are you waiting for then? Let me suck it one last time with my dick sucking lips."
Sighing to himself, Scott bit his lower lip as he carefully pulled his cock out of her ass. He grinned at hearing her acknowledge her lips as the proper DSL nickname they deserved. Her ass hole was gaping after the hard pounding he gave her. Abigail turned around on the couch, sitting down with his cock facing her. She did not hesitate to grab his sweaty pole and shove it between her lips, going from ass to mouth.
"Ohhhhhh, man. Put those lips to work one last time."
'Mmmmmm', Abigail purred softly. She bobbed her head up and down, sucking his cock at a slow pace. Scott took a few deep breaths, enjoying this wonderful feeling of her lips and tongue pleasuring him. Her big green eyes glared at him as she extracted his cock from her mouth with a popping sound.
"I like you, so I'm gonna let you cum on my face. You better give me every last drop."
She kissed the head after speaking. Scott groaned as she felt her fingers begin pumping up and down. Abigail parted her lips to twirl her tongue around the head while her hand was still pumping him. That was enough to drive him crazy enough to reach for his shaft, pulling her hand away from it.
"I'm ready!"
Closing her eyes, Abigail raised her head while Scott gripped his cock and aimed it directly at her face.
"Mmmmmmm, give me that cum. Give it to me, big boy."
Panting and groaning, Scott stroked his cock as his face scrunched up again. Abigail kept her eyes closed and opened her mouth as if she had done this several times before.
"Ohhhhh, god! Ohhhhhh, YEAH!!"
Scott was still moaning as his cock finally erupted in his hand. The initial blast of cum went flying out in thick droplets that covered her forehead and left cheek. Abigail moaned with her tongue still out. A thick string splattered across her left cheek, followed by droplets of cum that fell to her tits below. She pressed her hands against her breasts, as if to encourage him to finish on her breasts, but it was too late for that.
"Ohhhhhhhh!! Fuck!!"
His words were faint in a cry as he wailed out to her. Another string of his load landed on her forehead and drenched her eyebrow. Abigail blinked her eyes, opening them as she raised both hands and pushed her fingers to the side of his cock. Scott let go of his dick to allow her to finish him. She enveloped her puffy lips around the head of his cock and milked out the final drops. Her face was already beautiful, yet it looked even better now with his cum dripping from it. Scott grinned at her.
"I swear, you are so fucking hot. But you look even better with my cum all over you."
Her green eyes glared at him before pulling his cock out of her mouth. Scott saw his cum slathered across her tongue. Abigail swallowed the small remainder of cum in her mouth and replied.
"Mmmmmm, yes, you did. I'm gonna need to wash my face after that."
She began to laugh as he talked over her.
"I knew I was gonna make a big mess! I've been jacking off to you for years. Believe me, I was going to make sure that you get a LOT of cum from me!"
Abigail was still laughing as the cum dripped from her face. That squeaky, high pitched voice sounded so lovely to his ears. Scott blushed, grinning ear to ear as he started thinking about how lucky he was today. The thought did not cross his mind until now that he forgot to clock out and call it a day at work. He did not care. Whether he got chewed out by a manager or not was of no concern when he spent a night fucking a hot model with huge tits. This was one of the greatest nights of his life and an event he would surely spend months bragging to Anthony about. He probably would not believe him, but that would not prevent Scott from talking about Abigail any chance he got. Life was good.
THE END
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