Hot off the Grill

Note: all stories and characters are fantasy-based fiction and mixed with actual experiences.

I'm sitting up in your living room, with my shoes off, wearing a tight wifebeater, and a pair of sweat shorts. We worked out a few times together at the gym, and once we found out we both enjoyed sports, you invited me over to watch the game, although I have a sneaky suspicion, there was a lot more to the offer. My suspicions were validated when I saw those tight zebra-striped shorts that hug your fat bubble as if holding on for dear life.

After we eat a meal you've prepared on the grill, we gulp down several cans of beer, loaded with shots of gin, and by halftime of the game, our inhibitions have lowered enough where we openly gaze at each other.

Your shiny, shapely legs ignite my primal nature as I see your moobs protrude from your tight, sheer tee shirt, and I can see your nipples are firm. Your well-manicured feet and toenails, and fingernails capture my attention, and I'm unable to stop the flow of blood that floods inside my spear and brings it to life. The friction and energy between us grow hot, and suddenly I'm unable to control my hunger as I see you parade that fat, bubble, and walk about. I bite my bottom lip to control my urge to pounce on you.

You playfully dance to the music of a TV commercial and my spear aches so much, I snatch a pillow to partially cover myself as I'm compelled to stroke my spear subtly before your eyes, and yet, it seems neither of us is willing to make the first move.

I slap my hands down on the sofa's cushion as I see your sweet bubble exit the room. I take my wallet and toss it to the floor, then kick it beneath the table just a few feet from the sofa.

When you return to the room, I claim my shoulder is injured, and I request that you bend over and reach beneath the table to fetch my wallet. A sly smile grows on your face. You seem skeptical, yet you bend over anyway and raise your ass as you reach beneath the sofa, and that's when I make my move.

I pounce up from the sofa, snatch your hips, and yank you back onto my stiffness.

You cry out as you mockingly pretend to resist, but I spank that fat bubble and grin hard against it until I hear a deep guttural groan escape your lips which tells me, I have your ass now.

I snatched down your shorts and saw your black panties, and now I know I'm in the right place to be real. I slap that ass hard, then drop to my knees, spread that bubble cleavage and shove my face between them. My tongue stabs that sweet, tight ring of flesh.

You're begging me to stop, and yet you're practically twerking that ass back at me. I growl as I wrap my muscular arms beneath the top of your hamstrings, and around your hips, and use my strength to lift you off your feet as I devour that hole.

You place your hands on the sofa armrest as you feed me that hot, ass-pussy. The sound of my hands slapping that ass, and my lips smacking and my tongue stabbing inside your hole has unleashed your urgent lust as you're dripping precum like crazy.

I lower your feet back on the floor, then spank that ass raw. Your bubble and body shiver as I drop to my knees and plant my face between those bubble cheeks once more. I slide one, then two fingers inside that hungry hole and now you're moaning like a bitch in heat and ready for deep, hard, penetrations.

In one swift motion, I climb to my feet, snatch off my shorts, pull your panties to one side, and stab my spear inside your hot hungry pussy. I slowly pry you open, inch by inch. I can feel myself throbbing inside you as we dance in erotic lust.

"Wait... shit daddy... damn, it's yours but at least let me taste that meat first," you cry out and I oblige your request.

You spin around, drop to your knees, snatch my spear and spank the partially covered, uncut pinkish-brown crown with your tongue, smooch and suckle it from balls, to base, and up to the mushroom shaped crown.

It doesn't take long before I can feel my spear as it throbs vibrantly inside your mouth.

"Umm, girl, girl, girl, you got my dick as hard as a brick. I'm gonna slay that pussy for you, I'm gonna bust that pussy open... is that what you want?"

"Don't give me a choice."

That response caused my spear to twitch like crazy, and I knew I was about to bust. I push your head away and repeatedly slap my hard, slimy spear about your face as you giggle joyfully.

"You are one freaky ass bitch, I know exactly what you need, come here!" I snarl as I snatch you up, and spin you around and around, until you're spun-drunk, then stop you faced away from me and bent over a sofa armrest.

I slide my hands around to the front of you and massaged your moobs and then twist and pinch your nipples.

You attempt to stand up, but I force you back over the armrest of the sofa and then thrust my steel hard spear inside your hungry hole.

The passion drives me wild as I bite down into your neck and rotate my waist as I dick you down furiously. In a hot, lust-driven fury, I lean closer, tongue-fuck your ear as I frequently chant.

"Come on, freaky slut, you and me baby, just getting it on... you and me baby... cum on... cum on... cumon!"

I'm in heated lust as I pound your sexy ass in and out of Sissy-Heaven. I wrap my muscular arms below then around and over your shoulders, locking you to me as I thrust my spear all up in your guts.

"You may as well give up that ass baby, cause nothing gonna save you from this dick down, now give me this pussy, slut... come on, freaky slut, you and me baby, just getting it on... you and me baby... come on ... comeon... cum on.

I slap your ass with authority as I dominant and drill you harder, faster, and deeper. Drenched in my sweat, I clench my teeth as I snatch your hair, yank your head back, then cover your mouth and thrust my tongue into your mouth with urgency.

The sound of flesh-to-flesh impact fills the air and harmonizes with our moans, groans, and grunts of passion. I lean down on your back, kiss your shoulders, and tongue-fuck your ear as I whisper, that I'm getting close.

I wrap my biceps around your throat and choke fuck you as a deep, guttural groan escapes my lips.

The action becomes rhythmic as I continue to chant and now you join in.

Come on, freaky slut, you and me baby, just gettin it on... you and me baby... comeon... comeon... come on.

My first shot sprays inside your hole. I snatch out my steel-hard, flesh cannon just as the second shot fires and splatters all over your head, then the second lands on your hair, and the third splatters all over your back.

As I step back, you quickly turn, lie your back on the armrest, lift up your legs and then jerk my uncut member with your feet. My cannon fires an even longer shot, and this time it splatters along your chin and chest,

I lean over and down on top of you. I attack your moobs, biting them, licking them and smooching them. I slowly slide my tongue down your body, as I lift your legs, and once again attack your hole while at the same time, I take hold of your stiffness, trapped beneath your panties and squeeze it with a powerful grip.

Your legs are trembling beyond your control. You fold your feet behind the back of my head to hold me in place to keep my hard 91/2' embedded inside your hungry hole. Suddenly, you cry out in raw, primal ecstasy.

Come on, freaky daddy, you and me baby, just gettin it on... you and me baby... cum... cum... cum all up in meeee!.

You unfold your shaky legs up and your ankles above your shoulders. I grip your ankles and force your legs and ankles higher, literally folding you up, just as long string of your clitty cum leaks from your panties and slides up your body and drips into your face and mouth.

Although your body is traumatized, you crawl between my legs, take hold of my tool and clean it thoroughly.

You look up into my eyes as you eagerly ask if I'd like something else to eat, and with a devious smile on my face, I reply

"Yeah, bend back over... you and me baby, just getting it on... you and me baby... comeon... comeon... come on.

DN