by Alexis Moore
“I did, didn’t I?” I laugh as I recall wincing as he withdrew his still semi-erect cock after our last session. He had pounded into me with the force of a jackhammer and I had come so hard I swear my teeth rattled.
“You did.” His smile faded. “Anna, there are other women I want to help. It’s a compulsion driven by my sister’s death. I should have paid closer attention to her. We spoke on the phone a lot and I visited her often, but I never thought or worried about her personal life. I was glad that she wasn’t out all night partying and drinking with friends, but I didn’t realize that it was because she had none. Her suicide note still haunts me and until it stops, I have to help others like her.”
“I understand.”
“Truthfully, you’re the first woman who has made me think about giving this up.” He smiles. “Like all men, I like being the first.”
“My bunnies were first,” I remind him, laughing.
“They don’t count,” he says. “But more than that, it’s the way your body eagerly opens up for me and yet stays nice and snug.”
“And yet you won’t let me book you again,” I complain.
“It would be so easy for me to fall in love with you,” he says and my heart soars. “But we would end up hurting each other if we don’t end this now. Me fucking other women would hurt you and it would hurt me if you were hurting.”
“I wouldn’t be—” I start to protest.
“You would be jealous and it would be only right that you were. If you were mine, I wouldn’t even share you with your bunnies!”
I laugh at that.
“You know what?” He winks at me. “I’m going to break my own rule just for you. Call me in six months if you still want to.”
My smile almost splits my face.
“I will,” I vow.
It will be the longest six months of my life, but I will definitely call!
“Before you do anything else, I want you to spend a couple of days thinking about what will make you happy. It might be decreasing your working hours and spending more time on pottery; it might be going on that singles’ cruise, having fun and not caring if you find someone or not, or it might be simply accepting that you are worthy of being loved, regardless of what size you are.”
“I know I am,” I say.
“You are,” he agreed. “But you have to let the world know. I’m not saying that it will happen overnight, although it can, but once you gain confidence in being who you are, it will show through.”
“Okay.”
To be honest, I feel different already. I had been afraid that he would make love to me as though it was a chore, but instead this sexy, drop-dead gorgeous man had acted as though he couldn’t get enough of me and that had boosted my self worth.
For the first time I believe that there are men...good men...out there who will appreciate my larger body.
“Don’t do it just yet, but there are other options you may want to explore. These are the cards of three people I know personally and can trust.” He hands me three business cards. “They all love fuller-figured women, Calvin in particular. He’s a goddess worshipper and will absolutely love you. If you give him the chance, he will have you naked and lying on your back all day, as he kisses and caresses your whole body. Bruce is a Dom. He will help you explore your submissive side, if you have one. Kathleen is not your average lesbian. Don’t expect all tender kisses and touches from her. You will get those, but she’ll also strap on an outsized dildo and fuck you to within an inch of your life, and will definitely fist you.”
I don’t think so!
“I have another dozen chocolate strawberries in the fridge for you to take with you. Remind me to grab the box for you when the taxi gets here. And don’t forget these,” he says, handing me the shoe box that contains the pair of red shoes.
“I will definitely remind you about the chocolates, thank you. And I think I’m going to wear the shoes home,” I decide spontaneously and take off my flat shoes. I put them in the box as I take the red ones out. “They don’t match my dress, but I don’t care. No one will see them anyway.”
“Exactly. No one will see them but you, yet you will sit differently in the taxi. Your shoulders will be erect, your breasts thrust forward and you will hold your stomach taut.” He leans back in the chair as he’d done the day before. “Walk in them and let me see you.”
I get up and walk towards the door and feel none of the self consciousness I felt previously. I feel the need to taunt him with my body, show him what he’s going to miss. I put a little sway into my hips and toss my hair as I turn around.
“Beautiful,” he says and claps his hands.
“Thank you,” I reply and walk back towards him, making my breasts bounce with each step.
“God, you have such fabulous breasts,” he says and quickly frees them from both my bra and the crossover bodice of my dress. “So beautiful.”
He stares at them for a moment and then with one quick expert motion, he tugs my left nipple into a peak and bends to suck on it.
He looks up and as our eyes meet, a shiver runs through me.
I didn’t know that the sight of a grown man suckling at my breast would be so erotic.
“Yes,” I moan and cup his head as he pulls strongly, sending waves of sensation to my core.
He has a fixation with big breasts he’d admitted last night when we’d lain down for a light doze, and he’d cupped his hand around my left breast as he’d spooned my body. His sister had been born less than a year after his birth, he’d explained with a self-deprecating laugh, so perhaps his mother had weaned him too early.
Maybe those words hadn’t been as frivolous as he’d made them seem.
Feeling suddenly tender towards him, I lay my head against his.
For long minutes he feeds like a breastfeeding child and I sense that underneath the macho image is a vulnerable man who sometimes needs a little of the comfort he offers others.
When it looks as though he has no intention of unlatching himself, I gently ease him off and offer the other to him. He grabs it just as greedily.
Finally, he gives one last, strong pull and lets it slip from his lips.
“Thank you,” he says simply before he gives me a sweet kiss.
“You’re welcome...but now I’m all wet.”
“Really?” he asks and starts to tweak them both between his fingers.
“The taxi will be here in less than fifteen minutes,” I moan, wiggling my bottom against the chair to ease the throbbing of my clitoris. “I’ll have to go and clean up again.”
“I can take care of that wetness for you,” he replies. “Are you still sore?”
“No.”
Well, not sore enough to refuse if he’s offering a last round of sex!
“I wanted to give you a full day to recover for work tomorrow, but I can’t let you leave here with a dripping, needing-a-fuck pussy. I think,” he says with the wickedest smile playing around his lips as he pulls the sopping gusset of my panties to one side with one hand and frees his rampant erection with the other, “there’s just enough time for one quick, hard fuck before I send you home to your little bunnies.”
5. EPILOGUE
Six months later.
“Roger?”
“Yes.” I recognize her voice immediately, but I still confirm, “Anna?”
“Yes, it’s me.”
“Thank God!”
“What’s the matter?”
I smile at the concern in her voice.
“Nothing’s wrong,” I assure her. “I was just hoping that you would call today.”
“You were?”
“Yes.”
“Does that mean that you’ll see me again?” she asks.
“More than see you,” I reply and decide to get straight to the point. “Are you seeing anyone at the moment?”
“No.”
“Has there been anyone else?” I make no attempt to hide my jealousy. Although I had given her those business cards
and told her to go out and meet other people, the thought of her with anyone else had kept me up at night. It had taken less than a day for me to realize that I’d been a complete ass to let her slip through my fingers.
She had spoiled me for other women.
Fucking my first client after Anna had been tough. I’d tried, but it had been little more than a chore. Being Anna’s first—being the first man to breach both of her sweet holes—had been a rush. But it was remembering the way she had been able to take me deeply, fully and so willingly that had stayed with me. That and the way her body hugged my cock like a long-lost friend.
“Only my bunnies.” She laughs. “I’ve been too busy enjoying being me.”
“I’m glad,” I reply.
I know what it’s like when you start to love yourself. The journey of self discovery can be an all-consuming one.
“So, can I book you again?” she says.
“No,” I reply and hear the sharp intake of her breath at the other end of the line. “I no longer take bookings.”
“Oh,” she said softly and her disappointment is tangible.
“I haven’t taken another booking since you,” I tell her. “And I cancelled as many of the previously-booked ones as I could.”
“Since me?”
“Yes, since you and your sweet little pussy.”
“Roger!”
“It’s Greg,” I confess.
“And I’m Annabelle,” she responds.
“Have you missed me, Annabelle?” I ask.
“Like crazy.”
“I missed you too,” I tell her. “I should have taken your number before you left that morning.”
“I would have gladly given it to you.”
“I want to see you.”
“Yes!”
“Do you want to come over, or do you want me to come to you?”
“I’ll come to you.”
“Come now.”
“I’ll be there in less than an hour.”
***
I watch her step out of the London taxi and feel an immediate rush of blood to my cock.
The red dress she’s wearing stops mid thigh and shows off her smooth legs and matches her shoes—the ones I bought her—perfectly. Her flaming red hair is unrestrained.
Redheads should definitely wear red, I think, as the car drives off and she turns to see me standing at the door.
Looking neither left nor right, she smiles as she comes toward me, walking unselfconsciously, full breasts jiggling and ample hips swaying.
She walks so differently.
She’s lost maybe twenty pounds, but still has her fabulous curves.
I want to run down the long driveway and swing her up in my arms, but my cock’s so hard I can barely move.
As soon as she’s within arm’s reach, I grab her and kiss her hard.
“You look incredible!” I tell her when I finally get my fill of her sweet lips.
“I feel incredible.” She places her hands on my shoulders and rubs her hips against mine. “And so does your cock.”
“This is not for one night only,” I warn her. “This is forever.”
“Yes,” she replies eagerly, as I slip my hand under her dress, move her tiny thong aside and press two fingers deep inside her slippery wetness. “Oh God, yes!”
“You’re the only woman I’m going to fuck from now,” I tell her. “Prepare to have me in your tight pussy and sweet asshole at every given opportunity.”
“Yes.”
“I’m going to teach you to deep throat my cock,” I tell her as I lead her to the settee and bend her over it as I free my cock. “For now I just need to be buried balls deep inside your warmth.”
“Please!”
I reach into the low-cut dress and palm her left breast as I guide my cock between her slippery nether lips.
“I’m going to plant my seed deep in you womb.” She rotates her hips as I thrust myself forcibly into her tightness. “I want to see you swollen with my child. I want to see you breastfeed my baby. I want you to breastfeed me.”
“Yes.”
“I want you marry me.”
“What?” Her body stills in shock.
“Marry me?” I cup her other breast and slide my cock deeper.
“Oh, Roger...Greg.”
“Marry me!” I command as I bury my cock to the hilt and then withdraw almost fully. “Say yes!”
“Yes,” she says obediently and tries to back up and impale her pussy on my cock.
I prevent her effortlessly.
“Are you sure?” I ask, giving her a few teasing thrusts.
“Yes. Yes! Fuck me please!”
“Now, my future wife, I’m going to fuck the living daylights out of you.”
“Yes, please!”
The End
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