Amy stood in front of the mirror, staring at her body, amazed at the transformation that had taken place in the last few moments. She had taken off her dress in Houston’s massive bedroom, and in its place she was wearing the bikini that Houston had provided her. It was pure white, and the bottom tied at her hips, and worked to make her feel even sexier than she ever has before.
The top tied behind her back and neck, and the small pieces of fabric that covered her massive breasts covered only her areola. However, she didn’t feel any awkwardness at wearing the skimpy outfit, because she knew that Houston was completely into her. While they had been on the helicopter, he had explained that his initial vision for Larger Than Life Love, Inc. had been to match up “bigger” women with the men who loved them, and he had initially wanted to be the first man to sign up. As it was, he ended up focusing more on the business side of things, and lost his insatiable desire for love. He needed to move forward from his past, and the fake women who had always thrown themselves at his feet simply didn’t help. When he thought of her, however, it made his past seem like a distant dream rather than a demon that had chased him for over thirty years.
Turning around, Amy is in awe of how sexy her ass was in the bikini. The roundness of each buttocks had always been a source of pride – now more than ever! She gave one firm smack to her rear, and with a smile, she put her large, sun glasses on and walked outside.
Houston was sitting beside the pool, sipping on a martini when he looked up and saw a goddess walking towards him. Her breasts swayed slightly with each step, and immediately he felt a stiffening in his organ. He stood up, and walked over to meet her.
“You look…amazing,” he said, in complete awe.
“You like what you see?” Amy asked playfully.
“Yeah…I do.”
“Good…let’s go for a swim,” she said, taking his hand.
“Okay,” Houston answered, being led away toward the water’s edge. Amy stepped in, and Houston felt that he was in heaven. In that moment, he knew that he had finally found the woman he had been longing for ever since his days in college. A smart, funny, gorgeous woman, who had some curves and knew how to flaunt them!
Amy dove into the water, and when she came up, her beautiful dark hair was lying flat on the back of her head. She stepped to Houston, and wrapped her hands behind his neck. She pulled him in for a deep, meaningful kiss. She told him more with that one kiss than she had to that point with all her words. Houston felt as if his legs had turned to Jell-O, and wondered if she felt the same.
She did.
As Amy slid her tongue in and out of his mouth as she began to feel wetness between her legs that had nothing to do with the water she stood in. She removed her right hand from behind his neck, and instead gently caressed the carpet of hair on his chest. Houston tenderly caressed her face, kissing her deeply. A soft moan escaped her lips, and she pressed herself against him, feeling the hardness of his tool against her leg. Slowly, she slid her hand down his chest, and down the front of his swimming trunks.
She took the enormous shaft into her hand, and Houston froze. She opened her eyes, and looked deeply into the dark chocolate of his own, and saw that he ceded all control to her in that moment. “I don’t think I want to swim, anymore,” she said seductively. “Where can we go that is private?”
“My…uh,” Houston said, clearing his throat. “My room…”
“Excellent,” she said pulling him out of the pool and into the house. When they reached his bedroom, she let go of his hand, and walked toward the bed, untying the knots that held the bikini bottom on. She heard him take a sharp intake of breath behind her when it hit the floor. Still facing away from him, she reached around and untied the knot on her back that held the top on, and finished with the knot behind her neck.
“Are you just going to stand over there, or are you going to come over here?” she asked in a low purr. Houston slowly walked over to her, and wrapped his arms around her, kissing the back of her shoulders while he fondled her engorged nipples. “Mmmm,” she hummed, and she reached behind her, and started pulling down his swimming trunks. When she successfully got them to the top of his thighs, she began to pull and jerk on his massive rod in earnest while he kissed and sucked her neck and right ear.
She turned around, and sat on the bed, displaying herself to him in all of her naked glory, and began to touch herself on her lady-button as she said, “Are you going to just stand there, or are you going to take your trunks off?” Quickly, he fully removed his swimming trunks, and left them lying on the floor.
He made to position himself to enter her, but she said “No…not yet. You’ve got to earn that.”
“How, he said, eyeing her hungrily.”
“You have to get my permission.”
“How do I do that?” the massive, force of a man asked.
“You have to use your manners…”
“May I please …”
“No. You have to do something for me first.”
“Anything,” he said, a note of pleading in his voice.
“Use your tongue,” she commanded. “Use your tongue, and I may give you my permission to fuck me.” Houston quickly moved to a kneeling position, and immediately began to caress her slit with the rough wetness of his tongue, playing with her nether lips and button as she immediately began to build to a climax. “Oh my God!” she yelled two minutes later, “lick that pussy!” This had the natural consequence of making Houston lick her faster, and within seconds, she was screaming in a loud shrieks of orgasmic pleasure.
“Please, may I now come into you?” Houston asked after drinking up every drop of her juices as they came forth from her cavern.
“If you ask correctly…maybe” she said, looking at him through the slits formed by her eyelids. She was incapable of fully opening them.
“May I please fuck you, mistress?” he asked, as politely as he could muster. This was not exactly what he had envisioned, but he was harder than he had ever been and absolutely loving it.
“Yes, you may…” she said with a wicked smile. “But you may not climax until I give you my permission.” With all the nervousness of a first timer, Houston positioned himself to enter her channel, slick with the dew of arousal. Slowly and painstakingly, he pressed himself into her, the sheer enormity of his massive unit distending and stretching her slit. “Oh my, you are big!” Amy exclaimed when the full length of his root was inside her. “That feels so damn good!”
Houston began to slowly slip in and out of her, and within moments, she was once more exclaiming with loud shrieks of climax. A few minutes later, as she was moaning in pleasure once more, he began to thrust faster and faster. He knew that he would soon be filling her belly with his seed, and so began to beg her for permission to climax.
“No! Not yet, but don’t stop!” she yelled, achieving an orgasm for a third time. But her directions were for naught, as with an almighty yell of his own, the tip of his instrument exploded with his secretion, immediately filling her channel, and spilling out onto the Egyptian cotton bed-sheets. He collapsed on the bed beside her, and fought to catch his breath.
“I thought I told you to wait for permission!” Amy said, playfully.
“I know, but…but you felt so damn good!”
“I’m glad you liked it,” she said, grinning at him. “I trust that next time you’ll do better at obeying orders.”
Raising up onto one elbow, Houston tenderly looked into the bright chestnut eyes that he had so quickly fallen in love with. “Next time?” he asked, seemingly unsure of himself.
“Next time,” Amy answered, confirming her statement for him.
“Amy,” the defeated playboy said, his eyes closed once more. “I think I love you.”
Amy thought this over for a moment, and looked at the beaten and scarred body of her love—the body of a bad boy who was turning over a new leaf—and softly whispered back, “I think I love you too,” and she fell into his arms, happy that she had found a man who truly loved her for her.
THE END