Johnny's Conquest Pt. 02

Chapter 1

The sun was just coming through the blinds providing the soft morning light. Abby had slowly woken up, left eye barely opening, while she tried to realize if everything had been a dream. Her fiancé skipped out helping with her car trouble to go drinking with the boys. Johnny, her new neighbor upstairs, picked her up, arranged for car to be fixed, and then took her home. Unfortunately or not, that wasn't it. She remembered his touch, the way he learned her body, the way she gave in to him, and was rewarded with the best orgasms of her life. It wasn't a dream. It was reality.

She lay there on her side, one leg draped on Johnny, her heavy left tit on his stomach, her right tit squished between their bodies, his arm draped over her back as he slept soundly. Her hand, that's when she realized, her hand was on his semi hard cock. Even in this state, he was bigger - both in length and girth - than her fiancé. She loved Evan but she loved the feelings of last night.

Without thinking about it, she started to slowly stroke his cock. She was in awe she still couldn't get her hand around it.

Slowly she was bringing it back to life. Slowly. Stroke after soft stroke.

"It's so heavy." She thought to herself as he was starting to get hard. Abby was afraid of the sound it'd make on his stomach if she let go, so she kept stroking it, at least that's what she told herself.

Still sleeping and breathing heavy. She continued to stroke his hardening cock as he lay motionless. She could feel her arousal coming on. The first clench of her pussy, her nipples turning into hard buds.

He was fully hard now. "God, this looks even better in the daylight," she thought to herself. Typically she'd see Evan when the lights were low or at night. She hadn't been obsessed with penises before but this was different. This cock, the size, the weight, the hard veins, the full helmet as a head, the sheer volume of cum it produced, the thick cum. It all added together to be the thing she couldn't stop thinking about. That's when she saw the first glisten, the first drop of precum forming at its top.

She watched that bead of precum gather at the slit, catching the morning light like something precious, and she couldn't have stopped herself if she'd tried. Her mouth watered. Her hand kept stroking, slow and deliberate, watching his cock twitch against her palm with each pass. She made sure to rub that sensitive spot she learned about last night. She was rewarded with a pulse from his cock and more precum.

"God that looks good," as her mouth watered.

The thought arrived fully formed, not as a question but as a certainty. She'd tasted him before. But this was different. This was him, raw and thick and pulsing in her hand, a drop of him waiting for her like an invitation. This wasn't caught up in the moment, this was her wanting to please the man that showed her so much last night.

Abby shifted her weight, sliding down his body. Her heavy left tit dragged across his stomach, leaving a trail of warmth, the scraping of her nipple on his skin sending jolts to her pussy, and she felt his abdominal muscles tense under the weight of her. She settled between his thighs, the sheets bunched beneath her knees, and for a moment she just looked at him. She felt the cool air make her now wet pussy send a shiver through her.

God. Even in the soft morning light, he was obscene. The size of him, the way his cock curved slightly upward, the veins running along the shaft like rivers on a map she wanted to memorize. The head was flushed dark, swollen, that single drop of precum glistening like a jewel.

She leaned down and kissed the tip. One hand at the base keeping it in place, one soft hand cradling his balls.

The taste hit her first. The salt and musk and something undeniably him. Her eyes fluttered closed. The weight of him on her tongue was staggering, heavy and hot, and she could feel her own arousal spike between her thighs, a fresh clench of her pussy, slick and empty.

She sucked gently, just the head at first, her tongue tracing the ridge where the helmet met the shaft. He tasted better than she remembered. Cleaner, somehow. More intimate. She could feel his pulse against her tongue, a rapid thrum that matched the frantic beat of her own heart.

"Mmmmmm" she moaned as she enjoyed the first taste.

"Abbbbyyyyy" Johnny moaned as he woke up.

Her hand worked the base, stroking in counterpoint to her mouth, and she realized with a thrill the feeling of his hot cock in her hand. The girth of him stretched her jaw, a pleasant ache that made her want to take more.

She slid lower, taking another inch, then another. She couldn't get further than last night. His heavy head may bruise the top of her mouth if she worked too hard. She held the spot, her tongue going back and forth on that sensitive spot. She got the reward she wanted. She felt that heavy vein pulse and send more precum into her mouth.

Above her, Johnny made a sound.

A groan that vibrated through his body, through the mattress, through her. His hips shifted, a small involuntary roll, and she felt him grow harder in her mouth, swelling against her tongue.

She pulled back slowly, dragging her lips along his shaft, and looked up.

His eyes were open.

He was watching her. His gaze was heavy-lidded, dark, his pupils blown wide. The morning light caught the edge of his jaw, the stubble shadowing his cheeks, and he looked at her like she was the only thing in the world worth seeing.

"Fuck," he breathed. The word came out rough, wrecked. "Good morning to me."

Heat flooded her cheeks. She should have felt embarrassed. A day ago she would never have done this. Following last night, however, this was all she wanted. She felt powerful. She felt his cock twitch against her lips and she knew, with a certainty that made her dizzy, that she'd done this to him.

She smiled, slow and wicked.

"Good morning." She said softly as she slowly stroked his cock. Her hand twisting around the crown and rubbing that sensitive spot. "Sorry, it was too tempting and thought I owed you one after last night."

"Fuuuuccckk. You have no idea how good this feels. And you don't owe me anything."

She bent back down and licked his sensitive skin on the underside of the head. Then she sucked it into her mouth, feeling the warmth, and flicking it fast with her tongue.

"Fuck. Yes."

She kept at it. She could tell he was close. His legs were tense. His balls tightened in her hand. His stiff cock somehow got harder.

She released but dove right back onto his cock.

GAWK. GAWK. GAWK.

She aggressively sucked just below the head into her mouth. Her tongue putting as much pressure on that spot as possible. Up. Down. Up. Down.

Abby was determined. And then that first blast came. It rocked up his cock. She took a deep breath through her nose.

"Yessss!!!" He moaned as he involuntarily twitched.

It hit like a blunt force to the back of her mouth and into her throat. Already a mouth full and she tried to swallow. More kept coming and her cheeks were already stretched. She swallowed 3 times now, she knew some had leaked out, and more was still coming.

"Fuck. You. Are. So. Good." He told her as he flinched several times.

The time between pulses was slowing. No more leaking out of her mouth and down his shaft.

POP. The sound she made as she came of his cock.

"Mmmm." She moaned as she felt her full stomach.

Noticing the cum on his balls and shaft, she bent back down, running her tongue around his cock to clean it up. She had to swallow two more mouthfulls of his batter.

"Fuck. I want to fuck you so bad right now," he tells her in a low voice.

Abby looks up and smiles. With cum in the corner of her lips, she gets on all fours, her heavy tits hanging freely and gently swaying. She slowly crawls up his body, placing kisses up his stomach, chest, collarbone and neck until she is straddling him. Her soaked cunt straddling his hard cock, gently rocking. She kisses her way up to his right ear.

"Then do it." She wispers in his ear.

Johnnys cock responds with two heavy jolts. His hands find her ass and squeezes hard.

"Please." She adds. "Fuck me."

Johnny moans in frustration. "No you know I can't. Not until after we go on that date tonight." He looks up at the ceiling in frustration.

"Please." She whispers again. This time grinding her pussy up and down his rock hard cock, sending a jolt through her body as her clit scrapes his heavy helmet.

Johnny laughs. "Let's have some breakfast." He commands as he lifts her right leg up and rolls her over.

"And then fuck?" as she slides a finger through her pussy lips.

"Tonight."

Johnny jumped out of bed, heavy cock and all standing straight out. Abby couldn't help but smile knowing it was because of her.

"Do you have eggs and bacon?"

Abby giggled. "Yeah I think?"

He walked towards the kitchen pausing to pick up his boxer briefs. Abby stared in awe of his physique. Lean muscles covering his body. His ass cheeks flexing with each step. The sheer power his body gave off made her pussy clamp again. The thought of what he could do to her sent goosebumps all over her body.

"You just walk around naked all the time? You sure are comfortable with it."

"What?" He responded as he turned around. His hard cock standing straight out. "You better get used to this site."

Abby smiled. "I can never." She responded as she played lightly with her clit.

Abby decided to follow him close to the kitchen and sat on the sofa. Johnny paused at the doorframe to the kitchen and admired the site of her walking naked. Those massive milkers swaying side to side capped with tight buds begging to be squeezed. He shook his head and regained his composure.

"I can never what? get used to the sight of a naked man in your kitchen?" He pulled the carton of eggs from her fridge and set it on the counter with a thunk. "You're the one who's been staring at my cock like it's the morning news."

She laughed, the sound loose and easy in a way she didn't recognize as her own. Her finger traced through her slick folds, slow and deliberate, and she watched his eyes track the movement. "Maybe I just like the view."

"Yeah?" He turned, bacon package in hand, and caught her mid-stroke. His jaw tightened. The bacon hit the counter unopened. "You gonna sit there and finger yourself while I cook you breakfast? Is that the plan?"

He bent over and put on his boxer briefs. "Don't want the grease to burn me."

He stared at her for a long beat. The morning light cut across his chest, catching the sweat from sleep still drying on his skin, and his cock now half-hard, still heavy, filled his underwear full twitched like it had a heartbeat of its own.

"Jesus Christ." He shook his head and turned back to the stove.

She didn't stop. Her fingers worked her clit in slow circles, her hips tilting forward into her own touch, and she let herself feel it.

"What. You taught me about this last night."

She felt the slick heat, the growing ache, the way her thighs wanted to shake. She watched his back, the muscles shifting under his skin as he moved, and she wondered if he could feel her eyes on him like a weight.

"You're not really cooking," she said, her voice heavier than she meant it to be.

"I'm trying." He grabbed a pan from the rack beneath the stove, his movements stiff, deliberate. "Hard to focus when I can hear you getting wet from across the room."

"Then come hear it up close." She smiled slowly spreading her lips. "And fuck me."

He chuckled as the sizzle of bacon got louder. "You need to rest up. We'll have a busy night."

She felt the jolt go through her between the flick of her clit and his words.

Bzzzzz.

She'd forgotten about Evan but the sound of her phone responding to a text brought her back to reality, to the fact she has a fiance.

Johnny plated the eggs and bacon. One plate.

"We can share," he said as he walked toward her.

All Abby could only focus on that bouncing cock. The underwear now struggling to contain it.

Johnny grabbed her phone on the way walk over. "Here, you can't ghost him forever." He said as he handed her phone seeing the name Evan on it.

"Sorry about last night. Glad it all got resolved. Love you." Abby read the text.

"It's fine. I've got bigger problems now." She responded with a smirk. Johnny could see her text and he smiled, grabbing a bite of bacon.

Bzzzzz. "Oh how so?" Evan responded.

"Oh just trying to get it fixed. I've got girls night tonight since I wasn't able to make it last night." She responded with a lie. A week, even a day ago she never would've lied to him, let alone to be with another man.

"Ok, sounds good. Have fun!"

With that she put her phone down and grabbed some of the breakfast. The smell of eggs and bacon filled her apartment. She took a deep sigh, causing her heavy tits to rise and fall. Johnny couldn't help but stare, accidentally dropping his fork.

Abby chuckled. "Choke on something?"

"No just the most beautiful site in front of me." Johnny responded as he stared at those mouthwatering tits, remembering last night getting to suck on those nubs.

Johnny, still standing, felt his cock twitch as it threatened to rip his boxers, the spot from his precum getting larger. Abby couldn't help but stare now as his cock was right at eye level.

"Let me get that." He knelt down on one knee to grab his fork. As he looked up, he was now eye level with her soaked cunt.

Abby's breathing got heavier causing those tantalizing tits to rise and fall, hard buds begging to be played with. No words were said. He stayed down like this for what felt like an hour. Both staring at each other.

Johnny dropped his fork and raised his hands to her already spread thighs. His strong, powerful hands slowly spreading her wider.

He leaned in. The smell of her juices filling his nostrils. Her legs now fully spread. Her breathing getting shorter in anticipation.

"Please." She begged.

Johnny kissed the inside of her thigh midway up. He lingered, dragging his tongue up. She felt jolts go straight to her pussy and a fresh round of lube. This was all new territory. Evan had never gone down her. He said the smell bothered him.

"Is everything ok?" She asked.

"I don't want to be anywhere else." He said in a controlled voice as he continued kissing his way up her leg. "You're perfect."

"Are you sure the smell is ok."

"Fuck. It's the best perfume. You should coat yourself in it." He responded between kissing her thighs. He was now inches from her pussy.

Abby was on fire. No one had been that close to her pussy.

Johnny's mouth was still so close she could feel the heat of his breath on her slick skin.

His thumbs pressed wider, spreading her open for him like a book he intended to read slowly. She felt exposed in a way that should have terrified her. Instead it just made her wetter.

Johnny closed the gap as he gently kissed her outer lips. He savored the feeling of her juices on his lips. Truth was, he always liked eating out women, loved the control he got.

"Mmmmmmm" he hummed into her pussy.

Abby wanted to roll her head back in relief. However she couldn't look away. "Fuck me." She thought to herself as she realized why she couldn't stop sucking his cock. He was in complete control as he took his time just like she was when she was deciding when to stroke his cock, lick and suck on that sensitive spot.

She wanted to say something sharp, something that would reclaim some ground. But then his tongue touched her.

Flat. Slow. From the bottom of her slit all the way up to her clit, one long, deliberate drag that was fully deliberate. Abby's whole body jerked, her hips bucking off the couch, a sound torn from her throat that she didn't recognize as her own. Her hands grabbed the cushion for dear life.

"Oh," she breathed. "Oh. Fuck."

Johnny made a low sound against her, a hum of approval that vibrated through her clit and straight up her spine. He did it again. Slower this time. His tongue parting her folds, tasting every inch of her, learning her like a language he intended to become fluent in.

Then she felt another lick. This one probing, spreading her outer lips as Johnny savored her tangy honey. Abby couldn't look away but saw stars going off.

Johnny pulled back. "Fuck. You taste so good." He said softly as he moved back. "Time for what I really want for breakfast."

Then he lowered his mouth again and she stopped thinking entirely.

He licked her like he was starving. Long, firm strokes that dragged from her entrance to her clit, circling it at the top before sliding back down. His tongue was broad and flat, then pointed and precise, finding every ridge and fold and sensitive spot she'd never known she had. He moved back to the top and sucked in her clit. He didn't care he got some of her soft, wet hair.

Explosions were going off. Abby had thought his fingers felt good. However she could feel every bud on his tongue on her sensitive clit feeling like a hundred fingers were strumming her clit.

"Please," she heard herself say as she grabbed her needy tits. "Please, don't stop."

"That's it," he said, pulling back just enough to breathe. "Let me hear you."

Abby was already making sounds she'd never made before. High and needy, pleading in a way that would have embarrassed her even 24 hours before. However this was her new life, her new life as a slut. All she could feel was the heat building in her core, the pressure coiling tight, the ache that was demanding something she didn't know how to ask for.

He sucked her clit into his mouth. Gently at first, then harder, his tongue flicking against it in a rhythm that made her see white.

"Oh god," she gasped. "Oh god, Johnny!"

Johnny smiled as he kept sucking her clit. Her reaction causing him to speed up his flicks of his tongue. He started moaning, sending vibrations that felt like they were a tuning fork through her whole body.

It hit her like a wave, like a wall of heat crashing through her body. Her back arched off the couch, her hips grinding against his face, and she came with a scream that she couldn't hold back.

"Johnnnny!!!" She screamed as her thighs clamped around his head, her fingers clawing at the sofa she may tear into it, and she rode his mouth through every wave of it.

He didn't stop. He kept licking her, gentler now, drawing out every last pulse of her orgasm until she was trembling, oversensitive, whimpering with each pass of his tongue.

"Too much," she gasped. "Too much, Johnny." She'd lost control of her muscles and frantically, erratically tried to push him away.

He pulled back, his mouth slick with her, his chin shining with her wetness. She watched him lick his lips, tasting her, and the sight made her cunt clench again.

Johnny looked up at her, and there was something in his eyes she hadn't seen before. Not the cocky confidence, not the playful challenge. Something raw. Something almost reverent.

His voice was rough when he spoke. "That was the first time anyone's done that to you, wasn't it?"

The words hung in the air between them, heavy and undeniable. Abby's chest was still heaving, her skin flushed and slick with sweat, her thighs still trembling where they'd fallen open around him. Her eyes were wide, wet, and she couldn't look away from his.

She could only nod.

He stood up. His dominating presence over her undeniable. Abby could only stare. 24 hours ago she would've yelled for help. Not now. She could only look in awe of the sex god standing over her, knowing she wouldn't say no to what he asked.

Johnny pulled down his underwear as his huge cock sprung out.

"Yes..." she stared in awe reaching out. "Please fuck me now."

Johnny knelt down, his cock inches from her pussy. He grabbed his heavy cock and waved it up and down.

SLAP. Abby felt a jolt go through, another wave of her orgasm as his heavy cock slapped her clit.

SLAP. SLAP. SLAP. Each one sending another wave through her.

"Tonight." Johnny said as he grinned. "Tonight that pussy is mine."

Abby squeezed her tits together. "Now? Please?"

Johnny just grinned. "Tonight. I have to get to work."

Before she could fight he had already pulled his underwear back on and was walking out the door. He left his clothes just grabbed his pants with his wallet and keys.

Abby laid there in a daze. She replayed all the events of the last 24 hours in her head. Her fiance left her stranded, her new neighbor saved her, she gave in and showed only the 2nd person her tits, she had the first of over a dozen orgasms, the first time she'd squirt, first time she had been eaten out, and she hadn't even been fucked. All she could think about was that cock and his mouth. Not her fiance's but Johnny's.

She finally escaped her daze as a jolt shook her out of it. She looked down and she had been rubbing her clif again. Not only that but she had inserted her middle fingers into her pussy. Both hands strumming her pussy and she felt it, she felt her g-spot as a surge erupted through her. She was hitting both her clit and g-spot in coordinated fashion.

"Oooohhhhh. Ffuuuucckkk!" as she threw her head back. "That's the fucking spot."

Fireworks. She felt the explosion and she came hard. The first time she got herself off was with the pillow listening to Johnny fuck. This was 100x stronger as her body shook. Her fingers fled her pussy and grabbed her tits, squeezing hard. She rode it out for what felt like minutes.

"Fuck. Fuck. Fuck." She kept repeating. Before she knew it she was dozing off in a state of bliss.

.....

Abby is woken up to the sound of knocking. Multiple knocks on the hollow metal door.

Dazed and confused she struggled to regain reality.

"Just a second" she mumbled as she looked around panicked.

"Fuck," she thought as she realized she was still naked on her sofa. The light was brighter. She saw it was now the early afternoon. It still smelled of sex in the stale air.

"Sorry, one minute!" As she jumped to her feet. She grabbed a towel from her bathroom and wrapped herself. Quickly she ran to the door. Looking through the peephole she saw a lady in blue, looked like a delivery person, holding a garment bag.

"What? I haven't ordered anything. My wedding dress is still 3 weeks from delivery and I have to pick it up at the shop." She thought to herself.

"Who is it?" She asked.

"Rush delivery for an Abby Summers."

Abby opened the door, peaking around the edge. She saw the garment bag, saw the Nordstrom writing in big letters, and opened further. "Sorry I wasn't expecting anything and was getting ready."

"Oh and here is this note." The delivery lady said as she handed her the bag and a note from her jacket.

"Thank you. Sorry I don't have my wallet."

"No worries ma'am. Order already took care of the tip."

Abby closed the door and locked the door. "What in the world?" She racked her brain for what she ordered as she leaned against the door. She put the bag on top of her closest chair and pulled out the note.

"Pick which one you want for tonight. Reservation for 6:30 at Sheridans. I hope you like steak."

"Holy fuck." She said to herself. Sheridans is her favorite. It was the place she celebrated her engagement and normally takes weeks to get a reservation.

She looked at the bag and unzipped it. "Wow" she said softly seeing 2 dresses.

Pulling the first dress out of the bag, the fabric caught the light like dark water. A deep emerald, nearly black at the folds, with a modest neckline that would gave a hint of cleavage. The material was heavy, expensive, the kind of thing that felt like nothing when it was on but looked like everything when it was worn.

She held it up against her body, the towel still wrapped around her, and imagined Johnny's face when she walked into Sheridans wearing this. The way his eyes would go dark. The way he'd look at her like she was the only thing in the room worth seeing, the same way he'd looked at her this morning when he'd woken up with her mouth on his cock.

Her pussy clenched at the memory. The weight of him on her tongue. The pulse of him against her lips. The way he'd groaned her name like it was a prayer.

She set the dress down carefully on the chair and unzipped the bag fully, revealing the second one. A deep blue, almost deep ocean blue. The tie in the back would fully expose her back. "God it's short,"she mumbled as she looked how long it was. It was bolder. Riskier. The plunging neck line may be hard to contain her tits. Definitely couldn't wear a bra. The kind of dress a woman wore when she wanted to be noticed, when she wanted to make a man forget his own name.

She'd never owned a dress like either of these. Her wardrobe was practical, modest, chosen for comfort and coverage. Evan liked her in soft colors, in things that didn't draw attention. He'd never once bought her anything like this, never once looked at her the way Johnny had looked at her this morning, like he was starving and she was the only meal in the room.

The note was still in her hand. She read it again. Pick which one you want for tonight. Reservation for 6:30 at Sheridans. I hope you like steak.

He'd planned this. He'd gone to Nordstrom, picked out two dresses, paid for rush delivery, tipped the driver, and made a reservation at the hardest table in the city. All for her. All for tonight.

Evan proposed because they'd been together since high school and it was the next thing to do. He'd never surprised her with anything, never anticipated what she might want before she knew she wanted it. He'd never once looked at her body like it was something to worship, something to learn, something to devour.

She walked to the bathroom mirror, the towel still wrapped around her, and let herself look.

The woman staring back at her was different. The same black hair, the same huge tits, the same slim waist and firm ass she'd always had. But there was something new in her eyes. Something that hadn't been there a week ago. A hunger. A knowing. The mark of a woman who had been touched, tasted, and taught what her body was for.

She let the towel drop.

Her body was a map of everything Johnny had done to her. The faint marks on her thighs from his grip. The sensitivity in her nipples, still peaked from this morning, and still slightly red from the attention his mouth gave them. The ache between her legs, the slickness that hadn't fully dried, the way her pussy still pulsed with the memory of his tongue. Then she remembered he liked pussies bare. She knew what she would do. Just like he'd shown her the first of many things, she'd let him be the first to see her with a hairless pussy.

Turning on the warm water in the shower, she then took the dresses to her bed.

The warm water ran over her fingers while she tested the heat, then she stepped in and let it take her. The spray hit her shoulders, ran down her back, over the curve of her ass, through the crevice, and she pressed her palms flat against the tile, letting the steam fill her lungs. The mirror was already fogging.

She found her razor already hanging on the wall. A pink disposable, three blades, the kind that came in a four-pack with the lotion bars attached. She'd always used them to shave her legs. Evan had never asked her to shave anything else. He'd never asked her for anything, really. He just took what he wanted in the dark.

Johnny had looked at her like she was a meal he intended to finish.

The water ran hot enough to sting. She let it.

She reached for the soap on the ledge. The same bar she'd used for years, She worked it into a lather between her palms, the suds slipping through her fingers.

Lifting her right leg, she looked down, not the easiest to see with her heavy tits hanging and gently swaying.

The dark hair there was familiar. It had been part of her for as long as she could remember, something she'd never thought about, never questioned. Evan had never complained. He'd never even looked, not really. He'd just shoved himself inside her in the dark, finish, and rolled over.

Johnny had put his mouth on her like she was the last glass of milk for his big breakfast.

She worked the lather into the hair, the suds turning white and thick. The razor felt alien in her hand, too light, too small for the job. She started at the top, at the soft swell of her mons, and made the first pass.

The razor dragged. Pulled. She hadn't trimmed first, hadn't thought that far ahead. The blades caught on the hair and tugged, and she winced, adjusting her angle, pressing lighter. The second pass was smoother. A clean strip of bare skin appeared, pale and strange against the dark hair around it, and she stared at it for a moment, at the evidence of what she was doing.

She kept going.

Pass by pass, she worked her way down, the razor scraping against the sensitive skin beneath. The water rinsed the suds away as she went, revealing more and more of herself, and she felt something shift in her chest. Not embarrassment. Not exactly. Something closer to anticipation. A curiosity about what she would look like when she was done, what he would see.

She felt the bare skin. Job wasn't finished but it felt nice, perfectly smooth.

She pulled the skin taut with her free hand, the way she'd seen women do in movies she'd never admit to watching, and the razor glided through the remaining hair like it was nothing.

She worked in sections. The left side. The right. The soft skin where her thigh met her cunt, so sensitive that even the lightest pass made her flinch. She found a rhythm, the scrape of the blade, the rinse of the water, the reveal of more bare skin, and she let herself sink into it.

This was for him.

The thought arrived unbidden, and she didn't push it away. She let it sit there, heavy and warm in her chest, as she worked the razor along the last stubborn patch of hair. This was for Johnny, for the way he'd looked at her this morning. For the way he'd said her name like it meant something. For the way he'd promised her tonight like it was a vow.

She tilted the razor up, working the hair along the top of her slit. The last of the hair came away.

She rinsed, the water running clear over her, and then she looked down.

She was bare.

The skin between her thighs was smooth and pale and utterly foreign, the shape of her cunt suddenly visible in a way it never had been. The lips, the fold, the small nub of her clit, all of it laid open to the steam. She could see everything. She had never seen everything.

She ran her fingers over the bare skin, marveling at the sensation. So smooth. So sensitive. Every touch was amplified, the nerves suddenly awake and unguarded, and she felt a shiver run through her that had nothing to do with the temperature of the water.

She slid one finger between her lips, feeling the slickness there, the heat that hadn't fully faded since this morning. Her clit was already swollen, already aching, and she circled it once, just once, before pulling her hand away.

Abby turned off the water and stepped out onto the bathmat, the steam curling around her, the mirror still fogged. She couldn't see herself. She didn't need to. She could feel the change, the new bareness between her thighs, the way the air touched her differently, the way she moved differently.

She wrapped a towel around herself, the terry cloth rough against her freshly shaved skin, and the sensation made her gasp. Everything was louder now. Everything was more.

She walked to her bed and stood in front of her mirror. She remembered last night how he looked at her. She dropped the towel and for the first time saw herself completely bare.

She grabbed her phone. No calls or texts. She pulled up the messages and hit Johnnys name.

"Thank you!"

She promptly saw the 3 dots bouncing. "Can't wait to see which one you pick. Either one you will look stunning."

She stood there grinning. What a difference 24 hours had made. She looked up seeing her body she was proud of in the mirror, seeing her new confidence. Then she made the decision and lifted the phone. She couldn't figure where this thought came from. Heck she barely wore a bikini and now she was raising the phone. She hit the camera app and saw it. It was like an out of body experience. She saw this stunning woman - phone blocking her face - but full, firm tits, the size of watermelons, flat stomach, sexy thigh gap, and no hair. She moved her hand to block her shaved pussy and hit the snap button. The black flash and it was done.

"I have a surprise for you since you got me a surprise," she texted back and attached the picture. She knew she had to hit send before she second guessed herself.

"Oh fuck" flashed before she knew it.

She grinned, biting her lip. She felt the arousal come back, the slick feeling especially being bare down there.

"Look at what you do to me." She read his next text.

"What?"

And then the dots again. "This" and she saw it. She saw that cock in all its glory. Johnny had gone into his work bathroom, pants down, button down shirt spread out. In his right hand was his fat, long cock, looking as angry as ever.

"I'll never get tired of seeing that."

"Thanks, no way I can hide it in my pants."

She imagined him walking around with a giant, hard boner and smiled. She did that to him.

She knew it then. She really had always known it since she saw the dresses. She had to pick the blue one. She was his slut. She was proud and wanted everyone to see it.

Chapter 2

KNOCK. KNOCK.

The sound was sharp and deliberate, echoing off the walls of the quiet hotel corridor. Johnny's hand paused on the door handle, his heart already racing, the anticipation coiling tight in his chest.

"Come in!" Johnny heard from the other side of the door. He grabbed the knob and turned it.

It was dark, only a few lights on with bright light coming from the bathroom. The air smelled faintly of vanilla and something else, something warm and musky that made his pulse quicken.

"Sorry I'll be right out!" Abby said from the bathroom as she applied last second lip gloss.

"I can't wait to put these lips around that cock," she thought to herself, the words sending a fresh wave of heat through her. She had stared at that picture of Johnny in the bathroom holding his cock for probably an hour, maybe more. The image was seared into her mind: the thick shaft, the way his hand wrapped around it, the confident smirk on his face. She couldn't stop thinking about it, about the weight of it in her mouth, the taste of him.

She took one last look in the mirror. Her hair was perfectly straight after she blow dryed it and straightened. She never wore much makeup but made sure to accentuate her cheek bones.

And then the dress. She'd struggled to put it on, the thin blue fabric clinging to every curve like a second skin. She'd never worn one similar, or so tight, or so short. The material was silky but unforgiving, and she constantly was pulling it down only to need to adjust her tits. She couldn't wear a bra since it was an open back, which presented its own problem given the huge size and weight of her tits, they felt heavy, unsupported, the nipples already sensitive against the slick fabric.

"Fuck I look good," she told herself as she admired the final product.

The thin strap holding it up tied tightly behind her neck, digging slightly into her skin. The deep blue fabric highlighted her modest tan, and it flowed tightly, encasing her massive tits. With no bra, her rock-hard nipples were clearly poking through, the fabric straining against them. The straps connected above her belly button and conveniently wrapped around her, cinching her waist. It was tight, almost too tight, and she could feel every seam against her bare skin. She turned and looked over her shoulder, admiring her taut back and shoulder blades. The tight dress sculpted her firm ass in a nice bubble, the fabric hugging each cheek. It was so short she worried people would see her underwear if she bent over. The tight dress somewhat hid the thin black lace thong she had selected, but the lace was already damp.

She capped the outfit with small 1" black heal shoes and matching nail color.

Abby took one last deep breath, exhaled, and turned the knob.

"Abby..." Johnny said softly. "Holllllyyyyy..."

She beamed. Her big smile knowing he approved.

"Wow"

"You like? It look forever to put on," she said as she adjusted the top still not feeling comfortable she wouldn't flash someone her tits.

"Fuck. Yes." He said staring at her. She could see that deep stare, almost animalistic stare coming back. "Come here."

As she walked the ten steps toward him, she felt her huge tits bouncing freely with each step, the weight of them pulling at the thin straps. The fabric only made her sensitive nipples harder, the friction sending jolts of pleasure straight to her core. She could feel the cool air of the room on her bare back, the hem of the dress riding up with each movement.

Johnny held out his hand and she raised her right hand. He looked her up and down, slowly. If she was deaf, she would know he liked it by the defined cock in his pants. She could only stare as his large thick cock strained inside his left pant leg, crown of his cock clearly visible.

He raised his hand slightly and guided her to turn. Like everything, she did as she was told. He stopped her when she faced away from him forcing her to look over her shoulder.

"Mmmm... fuuuccckk" he moaned as his eyes tracked down her back and glued in on her impeccable ass. Seeing him obsessed caused her pussy to clench and she felt a fresh round of wetness.

Johnny closed the gap in one smooth step, dropped her hand, and slowly grabbed her ass cheeks. One large hand cupping each cheek, his fingers digging into the firm flesh through the thin fabric. The heat of his palms seared her skin, and she let out a soft moan, her body arching into his touch.

"Fuck. Abby." He whispered into her ear causing goosebumps all over body.

"I'm glad you approve."

"I more than approve," he responded in his low voice as he ground his stiff cock on her ass.

Then his hands trailed up her stomach and each grabbed a handful of her tits, groping and messaging them, causing her pussy to clench again.

Gently grabbing her shoulders, he turned her back around.

Looking down the valley of her impressive tits, he leaned back in, her hand instinctively finding his hard cock.

He paused as he got a whiff. He smelled that distinct smell he'd gotten up and close to earlier this morning. "Is that?" He asked as he kissed the nape of her neck.

Abby could only smile. "Mmmhmmm... you like it?"

"The sexiest perfume I've ever smelled." As he took a strong inhale.

"I've been soaked ever since you sent me that picture of your cock in the bathroom."

He grabbed her ass. Firm this time. Grinding his cock into her as he kissed up her ear.

"I have just one small improvement to this dress." He whispered as his hands groped her ass. "Do you trust me?"

She leaned back, looking into his eyes, biting her lower lip, she nodded yes.

"Say it"

"I trust you, Johnny"

He took that as a cue. He slowly raised the hem of her skirt. It wasn't much material but it was tight. Once he cleared her hips it came up easy and bunched on her lower back.

"Yesss. Can you just fuck me?" She begged.

Johnny just shook his head no. Finding the thin fabric of her thong, he started to lower it before it fell to the ground, bunching at her feet.

"But this skirt is too short, l'll flash everyone." She protested.

"I've got you." He responded as he traced his right hand up her thigh. That's when he felt it. Her pussy was bare.

"Did you?"

Abby beamed. "Surpriseeeee."

"Fuccckkk. Why do you do this to me?"

"Because, you deserve it."

He slowly pushed her back until he helped lower her on the sofa. "since you trusted me, I need to give you the reward."

Johnny slowly opened her legs, his hands gentle on her knees, spreading her wide. Then, in a swift moment of losing control, he plunged at her soaking pussy. There was no more hesitation. He took in her smell with a giant gasp, the musky, sweet scent of her arousal, and licked up her slit, his tongue flat and warm, before he started lapping at her cunt with a hunger that made her gasp.

"Johnny!" She cried in lust as she felt the explosion of sensation.

Johnny was sucking on her clit, in and out, in and out. Then she felt it. Two fingers probing her outer lips. They quickly entered with no hesitation, practically sucked in by her hungry pussy wanting a huge cock. With a quick curl he hit it, her newly discovered g-spot.

"Fuck! Fuuuccckk!" She cried out. "Don't you dare stop. I'm seeing stars!"

He responded my moaning, sending vibrations through her body. It was all she needed. The constant pressure and licking in on her clit, firm pressure on her g-spot, coupled with his moan, she exploded. No warning. Just explosion. She squirted all over into his mouth. He never stopped licking and only attacked her pussy more. Wave after wave hit her. She lost count at the 6th wave and had to push his head away.

"Baby." She panted trying to catch her breath. "Too much."

He could only grin and stare at the sight before him. Her disheveled look, hair tossed around, one tit no longer contained in her dress and her legs still trembling as they waved back and forth.

Abby quickly regained her composure and stared at him. "My turn" as she sat back up, not fixing her dress or pulling it back down.

"We have to get going. We'll miss the reservation."

"No." She said firmly now on her knees. "Not a chance I don't get to suck this cock first."

Johnny stopped protesting as she grabbed his belt and guided him to the same sofa seat she was just on. She quickly opened his belt, unzipped, and had yanked down his pants and underwear one fell swoop.

Abby paused to admire the cock bouncing right in her face, precum drooling down.

"I won't take long." She said softly as her mouth neared his cock.

"No, I won't last long." He mumbled back.

Abby kissed each of his balls then broadly licked up the thick vein of huge cock. The smell of his cock, the musk of all the cum batter that had been bathing his cock, the combined smell caused her naked pussy to clench again.

Abby reached that sensitive spot. Her tongue did circles, causing his cock to twitch each time.

There was no wasting time. She was determined. Her tongue followed the trail of precum to his slit, took a deep breath, then took his thick cock in her mouth. She could practice getting more of the monster snake in her throat another time. She needed a belly full of batter. She got to that sensitive spot and focused on quick up and down while maintaining firm contact on the spot with her tongue.

"Oh! Fuck!" He grunted. "Abby!"

If she didn't have a mouth of cock and constant supply of precum feeding her, she would've smiled ear to ear.

GAWK. GAWK. GAWK.

"Here I cum slut!" He roared as his right hand found the back of her head.

She had no where to go. He wasn't forcing anything. Just keeping her in place as he felt the boiling in his balls erupt.

Her right hand found his balls and gently grabbed them. She felt the pulse as the first shot fired from his balls, rocketing up the thick vein.

Mmmm Hmmmm.

As the first load went straight to her throat, she swallowed. The firmness and serving Johnny caused a small orgasm but her focus was on swallowing. Johnny kept feeding her his batter, she kept swallowing, begging for more.

Johnny finally relaxed his grip as he felt his orgasm start to subside.

She gave one more hard suck to the still hard mushroom head. One final swallow. Abby slowly lifted, smiling as she wiped her lips, her one tit still hanging freely out of her dress.

"Mmmmm" she moaned, "that's better"

Then she really smiled. "I did it!" She clapped as she realized none of his cum escaped her mouth. She bent back down to kiss the tip.

"Fuck. You are incredible." Johnny said in a daze. "But we really need to get going."

"I know." She said as she stood back up. Abby adjusted her dress, covering her escaped tit, and pulling back down her dress.

"God I'm a mess." She said as she looked at herself in the mirror. "Give me a minute" as she started to toss her hair and reapply some lipgloss.

By this time, Johnny was standing and had managed to get his cock back in his pants. He walked over and stood behind her. He gently grabbed her hands. "Stop. You are perfect as is."

Abby leaned back slightly as she paused. She felt his still hard cock and started to grind.

Johnny groaned. "Stoppp" he struggled to say. This only caused her to grind harder.

"You could just lift my skirt back up, whip out your cock, and take me now. After all, that's why you made me take off my thong already, right?"

Johnny took a step back with his eyes closed. "Time to leave" as he let go of her hands.

...

The city slid past the glass in smears of neon and brake light, the hum of the engine a low vibration through the leather seats. Abby sat low in the passenger seat, her bare thighs sticking to the leather, the blue dress riding up her legs with every shift of the car. She didn't fix it. Just like she didn't fix her dress when the seatbelt, deep in the valley of her tits, caused her left breast to spill out, the cool air of the car teasing her exposed nipple.

Johnny drove with one hand on the wheel, the other groping her exposed breast. She watched the muscle in his jaw work as he downshifted, the way his eyes kept cutting over to her, then back to the road like he was fighting something.

"You're staring," he said.

"I'm admiring." As she held his hand on her breast, encouraging him.

He laughed, low and rough, and she felt it in her chest. "Admiring what, exactly?"

"The view." She let her hand drift to his thigh, felt the hard muscle jump under her palm. "And the fact that you're still hard. After everything."

Abby's hand drifted higher until she felt his rock hard cock. She kept it there, gently stroking the head.

Johnny let out a deep sigh, gritted his teeth, and flexed his jaw. Any restraint he had was gone. His grip on her exposed tit was firm, Seeing his pulse on his jugular caused a flutter in her pussy.

The restaurant appeared on the left, a low, dark building with warm light spilling from its windows and a valet stand out front. Abby continued to gently rub the crown of his cock, enjoying feeling the pulses telling her she was doing a good job. Johnny, struggling to maintain some control, adjusted her dress to cover her huge exposed breast, his fingers brushing her sensitive skin.

"Aaawwww." She responded with a frown.

"We're going to be late." He responded checking his mirrors as he pulled into an open spot.

"You ready?" he asked giving her one last look up and down. "God, that dress" he grinned.

"You have good taste."

Johnny turned off the car and quickly popped out of his seat. He slowly walked over to her door, not adjusting his cock and letting it protrude.

She saw it, mouth watering. Knowing she did this to him made her pussy clench on the emptiness. She was dripping and relishing the feeling of being bare down there. Everything was more sensitive now.

Johnny opened the door and offered his hand. Abby took it but with her free hand she quickly pulled the dress to the side flashing him again.

"Abbyyyyy"

"Sorry it slipped." She smirked as she adjusted it back.

Abby let one leg fall out, giving him a good view of her bare pussy before she used his hand to help her stand.

Johnny helped her adjust the hem of her dress, but still barely covering her ass.

"Last chance. You can hike it up instead, bend me over and stuff my pussy." Abby didn't know where it came from but she didn't walk it back either.

Johnny grinned, as he often does, and squeezed her ass. "Let's go"

Abby held onto his right arm, admiring the strong bicep. She stroked it softly. Frankly she knew being on his arm was the only thing keeping her walking. The weight of her decision to wear this dress had set in. She felt the bounce of her heavy tits, her hard nipples scraping on the fabric, sending jolts to her bare pussy. The cool air on her exposed, wet cunt lips adding to the risqué factor she had never experienced before and hoping it was only a secret her and Johnny would know about. Johnny's hand remained on the small of her back, not pushing but firmly guiding her forward.

Approaching the door, Abby gripped his bicep harder. She felt the butterflies, the uneasiness of being seen in public.

The hostess's smile flickered when she caught sight of Abby's dress, the kind of once-over that started at the exposed collarbone and didn't know where to land. Behind her, the maître d' stand glowed under a low brass lamp, its leather ledger open beside a sweating bottle of sparkling water and a small bowl of matchbooks. The hostess's stare stopped at Abby's heavy, pronounced tits, followed by a slight flick of her tongue on her lips. Abby felt the weight of the look like a physical touch, felt her bare thighs brush together as she walked, the wetness between them making every step a reminder of what was and wasn't underneath.

"Johnny, I was wondering if you'd show," the hostess clipped and smiled as she made some marks on the computer screen.

"You know how it can be. Things always run late." Johnny replied as his hand hand moved south, no longer on her back but now firmly cupping her ass cheek. Abby responded with a deep sigh, quick close of her eyes, as she grounded herself in the moment.

"We got your request and held the corner table, not your usual chefs table by the kitchen." The hostess commented looking up from her computer. Abby saw it, the hostess' eyes stopping at Johnny's outlined cock. Abby responded by releasing his bicep and gently grabbing his cock, claiming it for the hostess or anyone else watching.

"Perfect," Johnny responded with his beaming smile and a firm squeeze of Abby's ass.

Abby finally looked around.

The restaurant was all dark wood and amber light, candles flickering on every table and casting dancing shadows across the white tablecloths. The low hum of conversation and clinking glasses wrapped around them like velvet, the scent of garlic and butter and aged wine filling the air.

The dining room opened around them in layers: a raw bar at the far end stacked with crushed ice and silver trays, a wall of wine bottles glowing amber behind glass, white cloths starched so tight they reflected the candle flames. The air was rich with garlic, butter, aged wine, and the faint mineral chill of oysters, and beneath it all, the soft murmur of a room full of people pretending not to notice them.

"Right this way." The hostess held the menus and guided them through the room. Johnny guided her first, following behind her, his hand still firmly squeezing her ass cheek. Abby couldn't help but notice the petite hostess hips swaying as she walked.

Their table was in the back corner, a curved booth with high backs that cocooned them in semiprivacy. Johnny held his hand out and helped her slide in first, and Johnny followed, the leather cool against her bare thighs. The tablecloth brushed her knees as she settled, and she felt the fabric of her dress ride up another inch, exposing more of her legs to the open air. Johnny's right hand now sat firmly on her thigh, not squeezing, just a grounding presence, his thumb tracing small circles on her skin.

She didn't fix her dress or move his hand. Instead her left hand, engagement ring and all, sat on top of his hand, acknowledging and accepting it.

"Adam is your server tonight." The hostess said as she placed the menus on the table. Her lean seemed aggressive offering both Abby and Johnny a full view of her small, firm tits encased in the halter top dress.

The waiter appeared almost immediately, a young man with a practiced smile, a black apron, and a water pitcher beaded with condensation. He introduced himself and filled their glasses with a smooth turn of his wrist, his folded towel draped over one forearm. Abby barely heard him. She was too aware of Johnny's leg pressed against hers under the table, the heat of him seeping through the thin fabric of her dress.

"Can I start you with something to drink?" Adam asked.

Abby stared, trying to process everything, and reached for the drink menu.

Johnny, with his hand still firmly on her thigh, moved it slightly down the inside.

"She'll have the Aperol Spritz and I'll have Angels Envy with two cubes, please. It's been a long day here for my lady."

Abby shifted her gaze to Johnny. She had never heard of these. "My lady" the words hung in the air even as he moved on with ease.

"And to start, we'll have the half dozen oysters." Johnny said in an air of confidence, combined with his firm hand placement, caused her pussy to clench on the emptiness.

"Of course, you always know the best." Adam nodded and disappeared.

Abby felt her cheeks flush. The memory of this morning. The feeling of his mouth on her, her legs wrapped around his head, the way he'd lapped at her until she'd soaked his face, it was still fresh, still buzzing under her skin like an electric current.

"A long day," she echoed, her voice a little breathless. "You could say that."

Johnny's hand left her thigh causing her to look down at the emptiness and cold air. His arm now draped over the back of the seat, gently touching her exposed right shoulder. Johnny turned slightly so his left hand could replace the void on her thigh. She smiled, feeling her nipples harden at the intimacy. Abby was blindly following his lead taken over by the sheer confidence he possessed.

"You nervous?" he asked, sliding his hand ever so little back into her inner thigh, her legs offering no fight and spreading slightly to accommodate.

"No." She swallowed. "Maybe. A little."

"Don't be." His eyes held hers, dark and steady. "We're just two people having dinner."

"Two people who already know exactly how this night ends."

His grin was slow, wolfish. "Do we?"

Abby felt her pulse jump. She pulled her hand back, reaching for the water glass the waiter had set down, and took a long sip. The ice was cold against her lips, a small anchor in the heat building between them.

The drinks arrived. Johnnys left hand left her leg again. She wanted to grab it and shove it back. He took a slow sip, relishing in the slight burn on his lips. Abby grabbed her thin glass with her right hand, noticing a slight shake. "Get ahold of yourself," she told herself.

"Good?" Johnny asked.

"Perfect." She set the glass down. "So. You bring all your girls here?"

It came out sharper than she meant it to, and she saw something flicker across his face. It was a look of surprise, maybe, or consideration.

"No." He swirled his whiskey. "You're not the only one. But you know I think your special. Usually it's a place like Ted's for a burger or Sheshime for some Asian."

"But you had a reservation."

"I made it this morning. After I left your place. But yes, I am here frequently, mostly for work." He took a sip, watching her over the rim of his glass. "I wanted tonight to be special. Do you think every girl gets 2 dresses?"

The admission landed somewhere in Abby's chest, deep under her heavy, heaving tits, it was soft and warm. She looked down at her hands, at the engagement ring still on her finger, the diamond catching the candlelight. She'd stopped thinking about Evan hours ago. She wasn't sure when that had happened, or what it meant.

"It is," she said quietly. "Special."

Johnny's hand found her thigh under the table. His palm was warm, heavy, his fingers splaying wide over the bare skin of her leg. The wet from whiskey glass causing a few cool water drops to slide down her skin. She felt the touch all the way down to her toes, felt her pussy clench on nothing, a fresh wave of wetness soaking her thighs.

"This dress," he said, his voice low, meant only for her. "You have no idea what you do to me in this dress."

"I have some idea." She shifted in her seat, spreading her legs just slightly, giving his hand more room. "I felt it in the car."

His fingers drifted higher, brushing the hem of her dress. The fabric rode up another inch, and she felt the cool air of the restaurant against her bare pussy. She'd never worn a dress this short, offering so little resistance.

"Johnny," she breathed, a warning and an invitation tangled together.

"Shh." His eyes never left hers. "The waiter's coming back."

Adam reappeared, holding the plate of oysters on ice, his notepad out, his smile professional. The shells glistened on their bed of crushed ice, dark and rough, with a small ramekin of mignonette and a wedge of lemon tucked at the edge. "Are you ready to order?"

Johnny shifted back, his hand withdrawing from her thigh, a distance that felt both forever and yet minuscule to her dripping pussy. His right remained draped over her shoulder, offering gentle movements with his middle finger. She could only focus on the right and left motion, her state of arrousal made her close her eyes imagining his rock hard cock going in and out of her soaked cunt.

With out missing a beat, "She'll have the 8 oz filet, medium rare plus, I'll have the 16oz strip, medium rare plus. For sides, we'll have the creamy spinach and mashed potatoes. Oh and the bottle of 2005 Louis Jadot."

Somewhere behind the dining room, a kitchen door swung open and closed, letting out a hot breath of seared meat and butter. A busboy passed with a tray of empty glasses, and the candle on their table guttered, then steadied, throwing their shadows briefly across the white cloth.

"Fine Chablis." Adam said as he jotted down the order. Glancing up, he couldn't help but do a double take at Abby's incredible tits, straining in the dress and capped with rubber pencil nipples wanting to cut through the fabric.

Johnny smirked knowing what he was staring at.

"Oh, Adam. Any speed would be greatly appreciated. I'm not sure we'll lost long as we have other plans."

Abby couldn't help but chuckle, her legs still open, waiting for his fingers to return.

Johnny's hand never returned. Instead he pulled the plate of oysters close. "Ever had these?"

"Like most things with you, it'll be new for me."

Johnny took the small fork, added the sauce and mixed the oyster shell. "Here, let me show you."

"It'll feel weird but just swallow." He said as he grinned and lifted it up.

Obediently, she smiled and opened her mouth. The shell gently touched her bottom lip and Johnny lifted the contents into her mouth.

Abby closed her eyes, closed her lips. She felt the slippery mix on her tongue, felt it swish around her mouth and she swallowed making a slight grimace.

"Acquired taste?" She asked as she opened her mouth showing him her tongue and empty mouth.

"I like your cum better," she said as she closed her mouth smiling.

Johnny leaned back preparing the rest of the oysters. They split them in silence as Abby sat yearning for his hand to return.

Bzzzzzz.

"Do you need that?" He asked looking at small purse. She knew it was likely Evan. They hadn't talked much today.

"Whatever it is can wait," she responded, eyes drifting down to his obscene cock. The head clearly visible from the strain on his pants, pointing almost 90 degrees to the side, at the edge of his pocket due to his incredible length.

Between the effects of the oysters, her drink, and the secluded corner, her body was strumming in anticipation for later. She felt like a champagne bottle after it's been shaken and she was ready to explode. She could feel the goosebumps on her body.

She couldn't breath. Abby moved her hand, trembling and all, to the tip. She felt the hard helmet with her fingers before her hand gently messaged it.

"You just ordered for me," she said, her voice thin. She couldn't remember the last time Evan had ordered for her, let alone had the confidence to try.

"You looked distracted. And I know what you like."

He did. He knew exactly what she liked. He'd mapped her body last night and this morning like a man learning a language, and he'd been fluent by the time he was done sending her through new levels of orgasms she didn't know existed.

That's when she felt it. His hand draped on her shoulder was now on the back of her neck. And then the squeeze.

All she could do was sigh. Feeling the jolt through her pussy as he took control. His hand was firmly around the back of neck, under her hair, where only she would know what is going on. Her was body still, she couldn't move.

Johnny spotted the assistant waiter in the distance with their food. "You'll need to be quiet," he told her in his low voice

"Huh?"

Abby felt the relief as he let go of her neck. Gone was the safety of his arm around her. She felt exposed. She looked down to double check one of her tits hadn't spilled out. With her hand still rubbing the pronounced crown of his cock, she absent mindedly adjusted the straps of her dress to ensure her heavy, huge breasts stayed covered with the little material available.

That's when she saw it. Johnnys right hand slid up her leg, down her parted thighs, and up to the hem of skirt, the same skirt that offered no defense given how short it was.

Abby looked up, staring at his pronounced jaw line, as panic set in with the waiter approaching.

"Your hand," she whispered. "Someone's going to see."

"The tablecloth goes to the floor. Besides we're in the corner." His fingers found her slit, parted her slick folds, and she had to bite her lip to keep from moaning. He traced one fingertip from her clit down to her entrance, gathering the wetness there, then circled back up with a slow, deliberate pressure. "No one can see anything."

She felt him slide one finger inside her, slow and deliberate, knuckle by knuckle, his palm pressing against her clit as he buried it to the hilt. Her hips bucked involuntarily, and he curled the finger just enough to make her breath catch, the wet sound of it barely audible beneath the room's hum. He was so casual about it, so composed, his other hand lifting his whiskey glass to his lips like he wasn't two knuckles deep inside her under a tablecloth in a restaurant full of people. He finished the last sip and let out a slow sigh.

"You're so wet," he murmured, his voice barely audible over the hum of the room. "Is this all from earlier? Or did you get like this just sitting here with me?"

"Both," she managed, her voice cracking. "God, Johnny"

"Here's your food. The filet?" The waiter unknowingly interrupted. He set the plate down with a soft clink, the filet resting in a dark pool of jus, the strip steak still ticking with heat, the creamy spinach and mashed potatoes steaming in their small silver dishes. He paused as he saw Abby flush, chest and cheeks a hint of rose, even in the dim light.

"Yep, this is just what she ordered." Johnny responded. The waiter quickly gave Johnny his food and placed the sides on the table. He paused again trying to frame the sight of her enticing tits in his mind for later, when he'd get home and rub one out.

"Shh." He added a second finger, stretching her, scissoring them gently before pressing both deep, and she had to grip the edge of the table to keep from crying out. His thumb found her clit and began a slow, firm circle, matching the rhythm of his fingers inside her. "You're going to have to be quiet. Can you do that for me?"

She nodded, her jaw tight, her eyes fixed on his. The candlelight flickered between them, casting shadows across his face, and she watched his pupils dilate as he felt her clench around his fingers.

"Good girl."

The praise hit her like a physical blow, a wave of heat rolling through her. He curled his fingers, finding that spot he'd discovered last night, that spot she never knew existed until then, and pressed upward with a steady, rubbing pressure that made her hips jerk against his hand. Her vision went white for a second.

"Keep your eyes on me," he said. "Don't look away."

She couldn't have if she'd tried. His hand moved under the table, steady and unhurried, working her toward an edge she could feel building in her belly like a coiled spring. The sounds of the restaurant faded. Abby couldn't process anything. She no longer heard the clinking glasses, the murmur of conversation, the soft jazz from hidden speakers. All of it drowned out by the wet sound of his fingers inside her, the ragged rasp of her own breathing.

Adam popped out of nowhere. "How does everything look?"

"Fantastic as always. Pales though to this women, right?

Adam paused at the sight of her. Abby reached for her ice water, anything to cool her down. Adam drank in the sight, she was easily the sexiest woman he'd had the pleasure of serving.

"You are a lucky man. Oh and here's the check whenever you are ready." Adam adjusted his pants as he pulled out the portfolio, placed it on the table, and turned to walk away.

Johnny grinned. He grabbed the spoon for the spinach and served her a spoonful on her plate.

Abby stared at him as he acted like nothing had happened. She sat frozen, her thighs pressed together, her pussy aching and empty, her heart hammering against her ribs.

Johnny took a sip of his spinach. "Eat," he said. "You need your strength."

Abby picked up her spoon with trembling fingers. The spinach was rich and creamy, but she couldn't taste it. Every nerve in her body was focused on the space between her legs, on the memory of his fingers, on the promise of what was coming.

They ate in charged silence. Johnny watched her with those dark, knowing eyes, and she felt like prey, like a rabbit caught in the headlights of an oncoming car, and she didn't want to run.

"How's the steak?" He asked her.

Abby realized she hadn't tried it in her daze. Instead she had finished the creamy spinach.

Johnny grinned. "You're truly a work of art." He said staring at her in her current state. The flow of her hair, the flustered look, rosy cheeks, heavy breaths causing her tits to rise and fall, the rock hard nipples begging to be held and sucked, her flat stomach, and, from his angle, her exposed thighs and bare pussy.

Abby could feel it. She felt the countdown ticking down to something inevitable.

Johnny's hand found her thigh again. She felt his fingers, firm, like they weren't playing around but possessed.

This time, he didn't tease. He went straight for her bare pussy, his fingers sliding through the wetness, finding her clit and circling it once before dipping lower to spread her slick folds. She had to bite down on her lip so hard she tasted copper.

"Already?" she breathed.

"I've been thinking about this all day." His thumb circled her clit, slow and deliberate. "Since I saw that picture you sent me. Since I tasted you this morning. I can't stop."

She couldn't stop either. She spread her legs wider under the table, giving him everything, and he took it.

Two fingers slid inside her again, and this time he didn't stop at her g-spot. He pressed against it, rubbed it in firm, curling strokes while his palm ground against her clit, and she felt the familiar pressure building, the wave that was going to crash through her and leave her wrecked.

"Johnny," she gasped, her voice strangled. "I'm going to."

Abby grabbed her fork and knife, desperate to divert her attention. She made rough, quick cuts of her filet against the white porcelain.

"I know." His eyes locked on hers. "Do it."

Johnny's fingers were still inside her, still pressing, still working, and she was going to come apart at this table with a strangers feet away and she couldn't stop it.

Abby could only drop her utensils. She gripped the tablecloth so hard her knuckles went white. Her body went rigid, her spine bowing, her mouth opening in a soundless cry as the orgasm ripped through her like lightning. His fingers kept thrusting through it, curling hard against her g-spot, his palm pressing her clit, and her pussy clenched around him, wave after wave, and she felt herself gushing around him, soaking his hand, soaking the seat beneath her. Each stroke of her g-spot breaking another crashing wave.

Johnny never looked away.

He watched her come undone, his eyes dark and hungry, a knowing smirk curving his lips as others carried on a normal dinner.

Adam had reappeared with either knowing to drop of to-go boxes.

"Enjoy your meal?" Adam said. "I apologize but we're out of that year on the wine so I took it off."

The to-go boxes sat at the edge of the table, black cardboard stacked neatly beside the leather check portfolio. The candle had burned low in its glass, wax pooled around the wick, and the dining room's hum had thinned to a few late tables and the soft clatter of silverware being cleared.

Johnny winked, "No worries we won't be much longer." Adam nodded as he walked away.

Johnny withdrew his hand, slick with her, his fingers glistening in the candlelight, wetness stringing between them. He brought them to his mouth and sucked them clean, one by one, never breaking eye contact.

"Perfect," he said, and picked up his knife and fork.

Abby watched him lift the fork to his mouth, the first bite of steak disappearing between his lips, and she couldn't process it. Her body was still ringing, aftershocks rippling through her thighs, her pussy clenching on nothing, empty and aching. She was soaked. She could feel it pooling beneath her on the leather seat, the wetness of her own climax cooling against her skin and he was eating steak like this was any Tuesday night.

"Mmmm" Johnny moaned. "You applied some more of that perfume you know I love," as took in a whiff of her pussy juices.

She picked up her own knife and fork again. Her hand was shaking so badly she nearly dropped the fork, the metal clattering against the edge of her plate. Johnny's eyes flicked down to her trembling fingers, then back up to her face, that knowing smirk still curving his lips.

"Nervous?" he asked, echoing his question from earlier, and the word landed differently now, heavier, loaded with everything that had happened since.

"No," she lied, and set the fork down. She couldn't eat. Every nerve in her body was still fizzing, still focused on the space between her legs, on the memory of his fingers inside her, on the need for more than just his fingers, the spot that only his cock could satisfy, on the taste of herself she'd watched him swallow.

Johnny set down his own fork. He extended his hand to hers, his hand covering hers, his palm warm and dry now. Seconds ago she'd soaked it, and he'd licked it clean, and now it was just skin against skin, like nothing had happened. It was the calming presence she needed to bring her heart rate down. Like he hadn't just made her come apart in the middle of a restaurant full of people.

"You did so good," he said, his voice low, meant only for her. "You have no idea how hot that was. Watching you come apart. Knowing I did that to you."

She couldn't look at him. Couldn't look at the steak she wasn't eating, at the candle flame she was suddenly terrified would reveal too much of what she was feeling. So she looked down at their hands instead. She eyed his tanned fingers wrapped over hers, her engagement ring catching the light, the diamond a small, cold accusation she'd been ignoring all night.

"I felt every second of that," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "I'm still feeling it. My thighs won't stop shaking. My breasts are so tender, she said, brushing her rock hard left nipple sending a fresh wave of pleasure coursing through her body.

"Good." He squeezed her hand, then let go, picking up his knife and fork again. "Eat something. I'm not done with you yet."

The words should have frightened her. Instead they settled somewhere deep in her belly, warm and certain. She picked up her fork, cut a piece of filet, and brought it to her mouth. The meat was perfect, butter-soft, and she chewed mechanically, tasting nothing, her body still ringing like a struck bell.

He watched her eat, and she felt his gaze like a physical weight on her skin. She took another bite, then another, and gradually the shaking in her hands eased. The restaurant noise crept back in. The faint sounds of a laugh from a nearby table, the clink of glasses, the soft saxophone curling through the room.

"Tell me something," he said, cutting into his ribeye. "What did you think, the first time you heard me?"

She nearly choked. She set down her fork, reaching for her drink, and took a long sip before answering. "I thought you were an asshole."

He laughed, low and delighted. "And now?"

"I still think you're an asshole." She met his eyes over the rim of her glass. "But I'm here. In this dress. With nothing under it."

His jaw tightened. He set his knife down, slow and deliberate, and she watched his chest rise with a breath he held for a moment before letting it out.

"You're unlike anyone else."

She felt a bloom of power she'd never known before, something heady and bright. She set her glass down and leaned forward, letting the neckline of her dress gape just slightly, letting him see the shadow of her cleavage in the candlelight.

"Finish your dinner," he said, his voice rough. "Before I change my mind about dessert."

She picked up her fork and ate. The filet was good. She could taste it now, the char and the butter, the perfect texture, the salt that made her tongue curl. He'd ordered it, of course it was perfect. She ate half of it, then pushed the plate away, and he raised an eyebrow.

"Done?"

"I want to go home." She said it plainly, holding his gaze. "I want you to take me home."

He didn't ask which home. He signaled for Adam and Johnny slid a black card inside without looking at the total. The transaction was smooth and quick, and then he was standing, his hand extended toward her. His rigid cock right at eye level to remind her what was next, what the real point of the evening was.

She took his hand. Her legs were still weak, and she swayed slightly as she stood, and his hand found her waist, steadying her. The hostess smiled as they passed, and Abby felt the woman's eyes on her back, on the bare skin of her shoulders, on the dress that had ridden up high enough to barely cover her ass, let alone the bare pussy under. The dining room slid by in candlelight and dark wood, the last of the wine glasses winking on empty tables.

Let her look, Abby thought. Let her wonder.

The night air hit her like a shock, cool and clean after the warmth of the restaurant. Johnny's hand was still on her waist, guiding her toward the Mercedes. Johnny opened her door and guided her in. She knew she needed the help as her legs were still weak. Abby sat, lifted her left leg, spreading her legs and causing her dress to fully ride up. She didn't care. She didn't care the old man walking by got a full flash of her bare pussy.

"Fuck Abby." She heard Johnny moan as he stared.

Abby grinned and brought her other leg in. She didn't adjust her skirt but let it sit above waist. Johnny pushed the door slowly to close it and walk back to his side.

Abby sat there in the silence, shifting her legs, feeling the bare skin, enjoying the feeling of her bare pussy lips rubbing against each other, messaging her tits as they broke free of the confines of her dress. Due to the tint of the windows, Johnny couldn't see anything.

Johnny opened his door, leaned down and got his first glimpse of her. She was a goddess, everything about her had him on edge. There was something about her still with some clothes on, hair disheveled, and the gaze like she was in another world that made it hard to focus.

Bzzzzzz.

"You should get that." He said pointing to her small purse.

"Just drive fast. You wouldn't fuck me before. I can't wait much longer."

Abby checked her phone. It was a message from Evan, two actually.

"Sorry again about last night."

"Hope you have fun at girls night. Let me know you got home ok."

"It's nothing," Abby said as she put her phone back. "I've got what I need right here."

Abby leaned over feeling his rigid, huge cock. She felt the dampness of his precum. She felt the pulses as she slowly moved her hand up and down the shaft, squeezing his bulbous head.

....

Several miles away, Evan stared at his phone, waiting for the response. Nothing came. No dots.

He knew what he had to do. He'd drop off some flowers as an apology. He was already in his car so he turned her direction as he knew the grocery store carried the normal flowers he got, nothing fancy but a gesture.

....

"Can I get a little taste?" She asked as she kept stroking his cock, harder with each past.

"Mmmm" he groaned as he gripped the steering wheel harder.

"Not yet."

"Then hurry. Daddy. I need this cock filling my stomach with your batter. I left half my dinner on the table so I can take whatever you give me."

Johnny could only squeeze his eyes and moan. She was trying to break him and he couldn't let her have that power. Johnny knew they were close.

...

"I'll just let myself in and leave them here." Evan thought as he walked up to her door. He'd done it a dozen times it was natural. Using the extra key she gave him, he let himself in. He paused, it looked like she had gotten ready in a hurry and an odd tangy smell in the air.

He decided to pick up some of the clothes and clean her place.

"This is a nice dress. A little risky," he said to himself as he eyed the dress laying on her bed. "Must be for some event but can't imagine she'd feel comfortable in this."

....

During the short drive, Abby had successfully whipped his cock out, despite his protests. He was trying to focus on the road, surviving this drive, he couldn't keep batting her hands away.

Once his cock was half free, still significantly bigger than Evan's penis, she'd used her right hand to stroke the head of his cock. Even as the lights cast moving shadows, she was in awe of his cock, the thickness, the heavy veins, the weight of it, and the heat, all clear signs of his need for release.

Abby knew they were getting close. Close to their apartments, close to where he could finally claim her. She also knew he needed a release. Her thumb found that sensitive spot as he pulled into the parking spot, and she applied some force rolling circles around.

"Uuuggghhhh," he moaned in appreciation.

Abby smiled, knowing the power she had. "Yes, baby, cum for me." She said softly.

"Cover my hand with your cum." She egged him on.

Johnny pulled into his spot and quickly hit park. Knowing they had arrived alive he could release. He felt it rocket up his cock. Abby felt the heavy pulse like last night. They both knew what was coming.

Abby dove down. He lips encasing the tip of his cock as the first pulse from his thick mushroom crown announced the arrival of his batter.

"Mmmmmmm" she moaned knowing she caused this.

"Here. It. Comes" Johnny struggled to warn her.

Abby was ready. Her lips wrapped around his cock. She took the first rope. She took the second and swallowed. Rope after rope. She took it, glad she had left room for his thick batter.

"Jesus." Johnny finally responded as the tremors of his orgasm subsided.

Abby smiled. Kissed the tip of his cock, and helped him get back in his pants.

"You are in for it." Johnny commanded, deep voice and staring at her. "I'm taking you to a place you've never been close to."

"Please," she responded as she licked her lips erasing what little evidence she hasn't swallowed from his powerful orgasm.

"Take me. Just carry me. Please."

Hearing her request. Johnny checked his pants, he could walk to the door. He gathered himself and got out of the car. The bright lights hitting harder, a combination of his hard orgasm and the whiskey.

Johnny walked over, opened her door. He was greeted with a sight to be seen, she'd spread her legs offering her bare pussy. Abby had also moved the thin fabric strips on her tits to the side, pushing her huge, firm tits together.

"Fuck me"

Abby grinned as she saw his cock respond, still in a constant state of arrousal but a fresh pulse of excitement.

"Carry me?" She asked in her exposed state.

Johnny couldn't help but laugh. "Whatever you want." He responded as he lifted her. Both legs on his right arm, naked pussy exposed from her mini skirt, bountiful, naked tits pressed together as her arms wrapped around his neck. He lifted her higher to hide her tits but this only exposed her pussy more.

"Please."

"No red blooded male would say no." Johnny confidently said as he took in the intoxicating smell of her lubricated pussy.

Abby felt the continued gush of her pussy. It had been near constant since they sat at the restaurant. She knew she was ready for his cock.

"Good." She said as she kissed his neck while he carried her up the stairs to his apartment. "Just promise me one thing."

Johnny stopped near his door and paused. "What is that?"

"To show me what it feels like to be really fucked. To let me experience what I heard you do to those women. You've shown me so much the last 24 hours. You've been a gentleman, I know you're not an asshole. Just promise me you won't hold back, even if I tell you I can't take any more."

Johnny grinned, feeling his cock surge. He couldn't remember the last time he was this hard.

"You are something special. There is no way I could ruin you."

"Oh," she paused as she continued to kiss his neck, up and down his prominent jugular feeling the heat and pulse. "You've already ruined me," she interrupted her kisses with a smile and hooded eyes. "It's just a matter of how long it takes me to feel another cock."

....

Evan had finished picking up her apartment. He'd hung up her dress, put the half a dozen flowers in a small vase. The smell in the air was still odd. It was tangy, not something he was used to.

"What's that?" He asked himself as he heard fumbling upstairs, it sounded like someone rushing to get inside.

Chapter 3

The key turned in the lock and Johnny's hand was already on her hip, pulling her inside, the door swinging shut behind them with a click that sealed out the rest of the building. The lamp by the couch threw long shadows across the floor as he spun her around to face him, his eyes dark and hungry in the dim light, and the movement made her heavy tits sway and settle under the thin fabric of her dress.

"I've been thinking about this all night," he said, his voice low and rough against the shell of her ear, close enough that she felt the heat of it. His hands found the hem of her dress and yanked it up above her waist in one impatient fist, the fabric bunching and twisting as though it was made of tissue paper, the cool air rushing in to meet the bare skin he'd exposed, and her full breasts spilled free with the motion, bouncing from the suddenness of it.

Abby's breath caught as the cool air hit her bare skin where the fabric gaped, raising goosebumps along her ribs and tightening her nipples into hard points. She was practically naked, her bare pussy and full 36DD tits exposed to the dim lamp light, the heavy weight of them hanging free and swaying with every breath, and she felt the heat of Johnny's stare like a hand dragged down her stomach.

"Fuck" he said in his low voice as he took the sight of her in.

In one fell swoop, he undid the tie holding her dress up and the thin straps draped off her waist, held up by the short dress hung up on hips. His eyes raked over her, naked and bare, her massive tits thrust out and her nipples stiff in the cool air, and she watched his jaw tighten. "Fuck, Abby."

His hands came up, palms flat on her ribs, sliding down her sides to grip her hips hard enough to hold her exactly where he wanted her. He pulled her against him, and she felt him hard through his pants, a thick, hot pressure against her bare stomach that made her breath stutter, her tits crushed soft and warm against his chest. His mouth found her neck, teeth scraping the sensitive skin below her ear, and she gasped, her hands fisting in his shirt as a fresh slick ache bloomed between her legs.

"Take it off," she breathed. "I want to feel you."

He stepped back just long enough to rip his shirt open, discarding the buttons with ease, then his hands were on her again, pushing her back against the wall. The impact sent a shiver through her, the cool plaster against her bare back, her heavy tits jolting and swaying with the force of it, and then his mouth was on hers, hungry and demanding, his tongue sliding against hers.

She felt her own hands drop, working at his belt, the clink of metal loud in the quiet, the rasp of his zipper sending a fresh pulse through her. Then his cock was out, thick and hard and impossibly hot, pressing against her thigh, and she reached out and wrapped her fingers around the base. It was so big her hand couldn't close around it, every vein a hard ridge under her palm, and she felt the slickness between her legs turn to an outright ache.

As she felt his cock jump in her hand, Johnny's hands dropped to her massive tits. Last night had been gentle. There was no gentleness tonight. He was claiming her, and he started by gripping both breasts in his big hands, kneading them hard, the heavy flesh spilling between his fingers, then pinching her nipples between his fingers until the sharp little pain shot straight down to her clit and made her arch into him.

"Aaahhhh!!" Abby moaned in response, struggling to remain standing.

"I need you," she said against his mouth. "Please, Johnny. I need you inside me."

"Beg." His right hand was now in her hair, tilting her head back, his eyes boring into hers. "I want to hear you beg for it."

"Please." Her voice cracked. "Please, Johnny, I need your cock inside me. I need you to fuck me against this wall until I can't think."

That was all he needed. His hands moved to her ass, spreading her cheeks.

"Mmmmm" she moaned, giving him the green light with this firmness.

In one fell swoop, he lifted her up again. Her body knew how to respond and instinctively wrapped her legs around his hips.

With heavy breathing, they were both looking down, her massive tits heaving up and down, the full weight of them pressed against his chest and spilling over his arms, and his menacingly large cock making its first contact with her slick folds. With her pinned against the wall, supported by his huge arms, Johnny ground his cock up and down her slit, slow and deliberate, and every drag of his head across her clit sent a hot surge through her belly.

"Yessss!" Abby responded as she worked to grind against it as well.

Johnny shifted back and that's when she felt it.

She felt the head of his cock slide through her slick folds, teasing, and she whimpered, bucking her hips, trying to take him inside. But he held back, just the tip pressing against her entrance.

"Look at me," he commanded. She did, her eyes locked on his. "You're going to feel every inch of this. You're going to take all of it."

"Yes! Don't hold back!"

And then he pushed.

Less than 24 hours ago she first took his cock. He eased into it then, no easing into it this time. Between her soaking cunt and having his cock last night, Johnny knew she could take it.

The stretch was blinding. Her mouth fell open, a sound caught between a gasp and a moan, as his cock sank into her inch by inch, her walls burning and fluttering around the thick intrusion. She felt herself gripping him, her bare pussy so tight around his thickness that she could feel every ridge, and he kept going until he was buried to the hilt, her body pressed flat against the wall, her tits squashed against his chest, and her breath punched out of her.

"Fuck," he groaned, his forehead dropping to hers. "You feel incredible. So fucking tight."

"Your bare cock, I feel everything. Every vein, every inch, every pulse." Abby struggles between ragged breathes.

Abby buried her head in the nape of his neck, fully giving herself to him. She kissed along his pulsing vein to his ear. "I counted the days this afternoon. It's safe. I'm not ovulating." She whispered as she kissed his ear.

Abby felt his cock pulse deep against her cervix.

"Fill my pussy with your seed." She said as sucked his earlobe. "Be the first to claim me."

"Fuuucccckk" he groaned as he ground his cock as deep as he could.

She couldn't speak. Her cunt was full, stretched around him, and she could feel him pulsing inside her. He held still for a moment, letting her adjust, and then he pulled out almost all the way and slammed back in.

The sound was wet and raw, skin against skin, and she cried out, her nails digging into his shoulders. He did it again, and again, each thrust harder, deeper, driving her up the wall, her legs flexing against his hips. Johnny's thick cock, heavy veins providing constant pressure against her g-spot with each move, made her see sparks. Abby held on for dear life, feet clenched around his ass, arms draped over his shoulders, her mountain of tits bouncing and swaying with every thrust, the only cushion between them.

"That's it," he growled. "Take it. Take all of it."

"Don't stop!" She cried out as she felt it building inside of her.

She felt the last of his control go. There was no holding back. This was a sprint, a hard, frantic sprint for both of them to explode across the finish line.

Her legs were shaking. She could feel herself getting close, that familiar coil tightening in her belly from last night, but it was different this time. It was deeper, heavier. His cock was hitting a spot she'd never felt before, something that made her see white at the edges of her vision.

"Johnny!" His name came out broken. "I'm going to!"

"Not yet." He slowed, regaining a moment of composure, pulling almost all the way out, leaving just the head inside her. She whimpered, desperate, trying to push back onto him, but he held her still. "I want you to feel this. I want you to feel how deep I am."

He pushed in again, slow, a fraction of an inch at a time, and she felt every ridge of his cock as it dragged against her walls. When he was buried again, he ground against her, his pelvis pressing against her clit, and she sobbed, the pleasure so intense it was almost pain.

"Please," she begged. "Please, Johnny, I can't"

"You can." He started moving again, faster now, harder, his hand gripping her thigh to hold her open. "You're going to cum on my cock, Abby. You're going to soak me."

The words undid her. She felt herself lose control, legs shaking, her cunt clenching around him in tight, helpless pulses, and the orgasm ripped through her like a wave, pulling her under. She screamed, her back arching off the wall, and she felt herself gush, hot liquid flooding around his cock as he kept thrusting through it, fucking her straight through the spasms.

"That's it," he groaned, his voice strained. "Fuck, yes. Keep cumming on me."

She couldn't stop. Her body was racked with spasms, her pussy milking him, and she felt him swell inside her, felt his rhythm falter as he focused on cumming, felt the first hot pulse of his cum as he buried himself to the hilt and came with a guttural roar.

"Fuucccckkk!! Yeeessss!!"

She felt it. She felt the massive, endless load, flooding her, filling her, leaking out around his cock as he pumped into her again and again. Each pulse sent a fresh wave through her, hot and thick, and she felt her cunt spasm around him like it was trying to keep every drop.

"Yes! Don't! Stop!" She screamed between each thrust. "Fill my cunt!"

When he finally stilled, they were both shaking. His forehead rested against hers, his breath ragged, and she could feel his heart pounding against her chest. He pulled out slowly, removing inch by inch but not fully pulling out, and she felt the rush of his cum spill out of her, dripping down her leg, a hot, wet proof of what they'd just done. The floor was soaked.

He looked down at her, his thumb brushing her cheek. "Fuck, I've never cum like that."

Abby couldn't speak. Her legs wouldn't hold her. She felt the last spasms of his cock, causing her own spasms, and she sagged against him, her heavy tits and hard nipples scraping across his chest. He held her, his arms wrapping around her, and she felt his cum still leaking out of her. She knew she was ruined. She knew she was changed in a way she couldn't undo. Evan had never cum inside her. She'd never felt such power.

And she didn't want to undo it. She wanted more.

His arms tightened around her, and for a long moment neither of them moved. She could feel his heart slamming against her cheek, could feel the last twitches of his cock still buried inside her, softening but still thick. His breath came in hot, ragged pulls against her hair, and she breathed him in. She could smell the sweat and the sharp, salty musk of what they'd just done.

"You're shaking," he said. Not a question.

She was. "I can't feel my legs," she admitted, her voice a thin, wrecked thing she barely recognized.

He laughed, low and pleased, and kept holding her up like she weighed nothing. Her arms wrapped around his neck on instinct, her tits pressed warm and heavy against his chest, and she felt his cum shift inside her with the movement, a deep, wet fullness that made her gasp. He carried her across the apartment, past the lamp that threw long shadows, and laid her down on the bed with a care that felt almost tender after the violence of the wall.

....

Evan had heard it all, their entry to the apartment, the rush to strip. He'd planned to leave but when he heard the noise he paused since she'd described similar recently.

Evan sat on the sofa, he couldn't help but notice his growing erection, albeit modest in size.

"Your neighbor, he brought someone back. You're right you can hear a lot." He texted Abby.

That's when he heard the first sounds of skin slapping against skin, a girl cry out "Don't stop!" Evan couldn't remember the last time he was this turned on as he pressed against his hard penis.

The sounds continued. Evan had to take care of this. He didn't masterbate much but he had to relieve himself. He'd never fucked his fiance against the wall, just missionary, however he imagined pinning her against the wall as he started to stroke his penis. He was close.

Then he heard it. He heard the girl scream "Fill my cunt!" This triggered his orgasm. Evan had always wanted to try bareback but Abby always insisted he wore a condom. His friends had told him how nice it felt but he'd yet to experience it.

After two small squirts, Evan prepared to get ready, annoyed small patch of his pubes were damp now from his cum. He pulled his pants up and adjusted his shirt.

"She let him cum in her pussy I think" he texted Abby. "I can't believe it."

Evan gathered the rest of his stuff and walked out locking the door behind him.

...

"You said you've never done doggy, right?" He asked her as looked down admiring the view, her obscene tits rising and falling as she gathered her breath, the heavy mounds still flushed and marked from his hands. Johnny slowly stroked his hard cock using the plenty of lube from their combined juices.

Abby couldn't respond but slowly shook her head side to side to indicate "no".

"Mmmm..." he said as he continued to stroke. "It's time for another lesson. I'm going to really enjoy this one. Those tits hanging down, those ass cheeks i've been feeling all night..." he trailed off as he grabbed her leg.

"Time to flip over. I need you on your hands and knees."

She barely had time to breathe before he was rolling her over, his hands on her hips, pulling her up onto her hands and knees. The sheets were cool beneath her palms, a sharp contrast to the heat still radiating off her skin. She felt his cum dripping down her inner thigh, a wet reminder of what he'd just done to her. She felt Johnny unzip her dress causing her bunched up dress to fall on the floor.

"Arch your back."

She obeyed without thinking, her body moving on instinct now. She dropped her chest toward the bed, her heavy tits hanging beneath her, swaying and pooling against the sheets, her bare ass raised high in the air. She felt exposed, vulnerable, and utterly wanton, the cool air licking at her wet pussy. She heard him take a sharp breath, and then his hands were on her ass, gripping, spreading her cheeks wide.

"God, look at you," he groaned. "This pussy was made for me."

Then she felt it. It wasn't his cock. Two fingers spreading her still gaping pussy lips. She felt her pussy pull his fingers in as this slid right in.

"Aaaahhhhh" she moaned as she looked up. His fingers scraped her g-spot.

"Fuuuccckk"

"You like this don't you?" Johnny asked as his second hand found her clit.

"Ooohhh... Goooddd!"

"I asked, you like this don't you?"

"Yes, sorry, baby. Don't stop!"

"God that pussy is wet." Johnny admired as her thighs were getting wet, the mixture of his cum and her juices flowing down.

He felt it before she could announce it. Her pussy started to grip his fingers, encouraging him on.

It had been less than 2 minutes and she was near that point again already. The heat building inside of her.

"Fuckkk! Here I cum!!!" She announced, gripping the sheets, burying her head down into the mattress. "Oohhh!!!"

"There you go, slut." Johnny doubled the speed, his fingers hammering into her g-spot while his other hand worked her clit. "Cum on my fingers."

The eruption happened. She felt the explosion as she started to shake.

She started to squirt again, a constant stream of liquid. Johnny withdrew his fingers and just strummed her clit.

"Ooohh!!" Her ass shaking up and down as squirt after squirt now ran down her thighs.

Johnny stopped, withdrawing his hands. Abby felt bare now, fully exposed, her ass still twitching from the subsiding orgasm, back more arched than before, face down on the sheets, still gripping them as an achor and the only thing holding her in place.

SMACK!

She felt both his hands land on her ass with force she'd never felt.

"Oh!" She shrieked as another brief wave hit her. The mix of pain and pleasure.

Johnny gripped her ass, admiring the red prints starting to show. With his left hand he grabbed his nine-inch cock and gave it a few strokes, the head slick and flushed, and then he placed it in the crevice of her ass cheeks, letting her feel the heavy heat of it.

"Yesss" Abby moaned still looking down in the mattress, unable to respond.

She felt his cock withdraw only for it to drop to her pussy lips. Her still quaking lips eager to take it, have the void of her cunt filled again.

She felt his cock slide through her slick folds again, and she whimpered, face and chest flush from the heat, pushing back against him. He grabbed her hips, holding her still, and then he was pushing inside her, the thick head stretching her open, filling her in one long, slow thrust.

She felt the thick mushroom head gain full access, her cunt lips scraping the sensitive underside of him, and then that same pressure dragged over the spongy spot inside her, making her whole body jolt.

"Fuck," she gasped, her fingers curling into the sheets. He felt even bigger from this angle, deeper. She felt him hit a spot inside her that made her see stars, and she cried out, her back arching even more.

"Yeah, that's it," he growled, pulling out almost all the way before slamming back in. "Take it. Take all of it."

He set a brutal pace, his hips slapping against her ass, the sound wet and loud in the quiet room. Her tits swung beneath her with each thrust, the heavy weight of them adding to the overwhelming pleasure. She was babbling, nonsense words, his name, pleas for more, and she felt another orgasm building, coiling tight and hot in her belly.

"Johnny, I!" she started, but he cut her off with a particularly deep thrust that made her see white.

"Cum for me," he commanded, his voice rough. "Cum on my cock. Again"

She did. The orgasm ripped through her, violent and consuming, her cunt clenching around him, and she screamed into the mattress. He didn't stop, didn't slow down, just kept fucking her through it, his fingers digging into her hips hard enough to leave an imprint.

She was still trembling when he pulled out, and she felt empty, a loss so sharp it made her whimper.

"Fuck, girl." He said backing away. "This pussy. Fuck this pussy keeps on driving me to the edge of cumming."

Abby could only smile, still face down in the bed. She responded by swaying her hips, offering herself to him.

She felt the mattress dip as he climbed onto the bed behind her. His knees bracketed her thighs, and she heard the wet sound of his hand working his cock, stroking through the mess they'd already made. Knowing he was kneeling there, watching her ass in the air, her gaping cunt pulsing and begging for more, it made her pussy clench around nothing.

"Look at you," he said, his voice rough. "Still dripping. Still open."

She turned her head, cheek pressed to the sheets, and found him on his knees behind her, his cock heavy in his fist, glistening with her. His eyes were dark, fixed on where she was offering herself. He gave himself two more slow strokes and then he was there, the thick head pressing against her soaked entrance.

She pushed back to meet him, desperate for it.

He grabbed her hips and held her still. "Not yet. I want to hear you say it."

Abby's mouth opened, but the words tangled. She turned further, craning her neck to see his face. "Please," she managed. "Please, Johnny. I need it."

"Need what?"

"I need you to never stop."

The words came out raw, scraped from somewhere she hadn't known she was hiding. She felt the weight of them settle in the room, and for a second he just looked at her, something shifting behind his eyes.

Abby was in a daze. 24 hours before she didn't even know what her clit was and had only experienced a number of orgasms she could count on one hand. She'd had more orgasms than that last night alone, let alone squirting. She'd begged for his cock only to be turned down, rewarded with her with the sluttiest outfit she'd ever worn, cummed all of his fingers while eating steak dinner, exposed herself in a parking lot, and he'd been the first to cum in her pussy.

Abby shook her head and regained her clarity.

Then his hands tightened on her hips and he pushed.

The stretch was a shock all over again. It was that first blinding width of him splitting her open. She cried out, her fingers clawing at the sheets, and he kept going, sinking deeper, until she felt the press of his pelvis against her ass, hitting her cervix firmly, and knew she had all of him.

"Fuck," he breathed. "You feel even so good from behind."

She couldn't answer. Her cunt was gripping him, fluttering around his thickness, and she could feel every inch of him inside her. He held still for a long moment, letting her adjust, and then he pulled back slow. It was agonizingly slow, so she felt every ridge, every vein dragging against her walls, his bulbous head fighting her stretched pussy lips as they tried to keep it inside. And then he plunged forward.

Abby gasped, her back arching. He did it again, and again, each thrust driving the breath out of her, his hips slapping against her ass with a wet, obscene sound. His heavy balls that felt like cannon balls slapping her clit.

"This is what I've been thinking about all night," he growled. "Watching this ass take my cock. Watching you fall apart on it."

She was already close. The angle was brutal, his cock hitting a spot deep inside her that made her see white, and the weight of him behind her, the heat of his body, the sound of his voice. It was too much.

"Johnny, I" she stammered.

"I know." He reached under her, his right hand finding her clit, while his left hand groped her swaying tit, and she sobbed at the contact. "Cum for me. Let me feel it."

She did. The orgasm hit her like a wave, crashing through her without warning, her cunt clenching around him in violent spasms. She screamed into the mattress, her whole body shaking, and he kept fucking her through it, his fingers still working her clit and pinching her nipple, drawing it out until she was sobbing and wet and utterly wrecked.

He didn't stop.

She felt his rhythm falter, felt him swell inside her, and she knew he was close.

His hand was in her hair before she could register the shift. His fingers twisting deep, yanking her head up off the mattress. The sting shot through her scalp, and she gasped, her eyes snapping open, extending her orgasm, and then she saw it.

The mirror.

It was on top of his dresser, angled down, and she'd never once looked into it. Now she had no choice. Johnny's fist tightened in her black hair, forcing her face toward the glass, and she saw herself. She saw her cheek flushed, mouth open, tits swinging heavy and red from his grip, and behind her, him. The thick ridge of his shoulders, the sweat shining on his chest, his cock buried deep inside her bare pussy.

"Look," he growled, and she couldn't look away if she tried. "I want you to see it."

She saw it. She saw the red handprints on her ass, saw the way her body took him over and over, and something in her chest cracked open.

"Oh god," she breathed.

"That's right." His hips started moving again, slow and deep, and he watched her face in the mirror the whole time. "Watch me fuck you."

She couldn't look away. Her eyes were locked on the glass, on the image of herself being claimed, and she felt every inch of him dragging against her walls. He was so deep from this angle, hitting that spot that made her vision blur, and his hand in her hair kept her head up, kept her watching.

"You see that?" He thrust harder, and she saw his cock disappear inside her, saw her body take all of him. "You see how perfectly you take me?"

"Yes," she sobbed. "Yes, Johnny. Please don't stop!"

"This pussy was made for me." His voice was rough, strained, and she could feel him swelling inside her. "Say it."

"Made for you." The words came out broken, and she meant them with every fiber of her being.

His hand tightened in her hair, tilting her head back further, and he picked up the pace. The sound of his hips slapping against her ass filled the room, wet and obscene, and she watched herself in the mirror. She watched her tits bouncing, watched her face contort with pleasure, watched the way her body took him. She felt his cock expanding and his rhythm start to falter.

"I can't stop," she gasped. "Johnny, I can't stop cumming"

"I know." His free hand came around her hip, his fingers finding her clit again, and she screamed. "Cum for me. Look at yourself and cum."

She couldn't hold back. The orgasm ripped through her again, her strongest one yet, like a freight train, violent and consuming, and she watched it happen in the mirror. She watched her eyes roll back, watched her mouth fall open, watched her cunt clench around his cock. She felt herself gush, hot liquid spraying around him, and she heard him roar behind her.

"Fuck, yes!" He slammed into her, buried himself to the hilt, and she felt the first hot pulse of his cum flooding her. She watched his face in the mirror. She saw the conflicting emotions, the strain, the release, the raw possession, and she felt every spurt, every pulse of him filling her, claimed again.

"Don't stop," she begged, her voice wrecked. "Please, don't stop. Fill my pussy."

"Ugggghhhh" she heard him moan as his eyes remained shut.

"Yes! Please! Yes! So! Deep!" She wailed after each thrust, feeling his pulsing cock hit her cervix.

He didn't. He kept pumping into her, his cum leaking out around his cock, dripping down her thighs, and she watched it happen in the mirror. Watched him take her. Watched herself take him. Watched the mess they made together.

When he finally stilled, they were both shaking. His hand loosened in her hair, and she let her head drop, her forehead pressing into the mattress, shoulder blades popping out as she tried to maintain her position, still involuntarily moving her hips back and forth, milking the last tremors of his cock. She could feel him still inside her, softening but still thick, could feel his cum pooling deep in her cunt.

"Look at me," he said, his voice rough.

She turned her head, cheek pressed to the sheets, and found him in the mirror. His eyes were dark, satisfied, and he was watching her with a look she couldn't name. He pulled out slowly, and she felt the rush of his cum spill out of her, a hot, wet flood that made her gasp.

"Fuck," she whispered.

He reached down, his fingers sliding through the mess between her thighs, and she shivered at the touch. He brought his hand up, his fingers slick with their combined release, and held it in front of her face.

"Taste it."

She opened her mouth, and he pressed his fingers inside. She tasted herself. She savored the salty, musky mixture of her juices with his batter, and she sucked his fingers clean, her eyes locked on his.

"Good girl." He pulled his hand away and leaned down, his mouth brushing her ear.

She felt the words settle in her chest, warm and heavy, and she knew she would never be the same.

He rolled off the bed and she heard him moving around the room, but she couldn't lift her head. She was spent, her body limp and trembling, her cunt still pulsing with the aftershocks of her orgasm. She felt his cum dripping down her thigh, felt the wet spot on the sheets beneath her, and she knew she was ruined.

She didn't care.

The mattress dipped as he sat down beside her, and she felt his hand on her back, gentle now, tracing lazy circles on her skin. She slowly inched forward, laying flat on the bed, legs still somewhat spread, and now laying flat as she tried to gather her breath. She turned her head to look at him, and he was watching her with something soft in his eyes.

"You okay?" he asked.

She nodded, not trusting her voice.

"Good." He brushed a strand of hair from her face, tucking it behind her ear. "You were incredible."

She felt a flush of warmth that had nothing to do with the heat of their bodies. She opened her mouth to say something, to tell him that he'd changed her, that she'd never felt anything like this, but the words wouldn't come. She just looked at him, and he seemed to understand.

"I know," he said softly. "Me too."

He leaned down and kissed her forehead, then stood up. "Stay there. I'll get you some water."

She watched him walk across the room, naked and unconcerned, his body still slick with sweat. She watched the muscles in his back shift as he moved, and she felt a fresh pulse of want between her legs. She knew her stretched pussy lips were yearning for more, even as she felt her soft skin below her belly button, knowing it was full of cum and all. Even after everything, she wanted more.

He came back with a glass of water and sat on the edge of the bed, helping her sit up. She winced as she moved, her muscles protesting, and he handed her the glass. She drank greedily, the cool water soothing her raw throat.

"Thank you," she said, her voice hoarse.

"You don't have to thank me." He took the glass from her and the glass went back on the nightstand and his hand came back to her, palm flat against her sternum, easing her down. "Lie on your side. Facing the window."

She did. Her body moved slow and stupid, heavy in every joint, and the sheet was cool where it hadn't been under them yet. Behind her the mattress sighed and dipped, and then his chest was against her back, his knees tucking in behind hers, his arm sliding under her head like a pillow she hadn't asked for and now couldn't do without.

His hand came around. Not grabbing this time. Just settling. She felt the whole weight of his palm cupping her left tit, thumb laid across the nipple, holding it the way a man holds a good stone he found on a beach.

"That's it," he said into her hair. "Breathe."

She tried. It came out ragged. Her cunt was still doing something. She felt the small, involuntary clenches, like it hadn't been told the job was done. She could feel what he'd left in her, a warm, thick weight shifting low in her belly every time she moved. And then she felt the rest of him. His cock, half-hard and heavy, sliding between her ass cheeks and coming to rest in the crack like it had found its bed.

"Johnny."

"Mm."

"Your" She didn't have the word. Her hand found his wrist instead, fingers curling over it.

"I know." He didn't move it. "It's where it wants to be. Go to sleep."

She smiled. "You can't sleep like that."

"Watch me." His thumb moved, once, a slow drag across her nipple that made her whole body tighten and then go slack again. "You're warm. You smell like me. I'm not moving."

"I should go home," she said.

"You should." His voice was already getting thick. "In the morning."

"Evan" The name came out of her before she could stop it, and she felt his arm go still where it lay under her head.

He didn't say anything for a while. The fan turned. His cock was still tucked snug between her cheeks, and she could feel it pulse, one slow throb, like he was thinking about something he wasn't going to say.

"You want me to be jealous," he said finally. "I'm not. He had you for years and never once made you scream like that."

She should have been angry. She wasn't. Her eyes had closed at some point and she couldn't get them open again. "That's cruel."

"It's true." His lips brushed the back of her neck. "Go to sleep, Abby."

She meant to argue. She meant to say something about the wedding, about October. She meant to get up, to find a way to get down the stairs and back into her apartment.

Instead her hand went slack around his wrist. The ache in her thighs dulled to something distant, almost pleasant. His thumb still rested on her nipple, and every so often it moved without him knowing it, a small unconscious stroke, and each one pulled her a little further down.

"Stay right there." His arm tightened across her, pulling her an inch closer, his hips fitting up against her ass so that his half hard cock pressed deeper into the crack, warm and heavy and hers. "I've got you."

The last thing she felt was his breath going slow against her hair, and his hand, still holding her, the way you hold something that's finally stopped fighting.

....

Abby woke to heat.

Not the bad kind, like the AC went out. This was different. It was the heat of a body that had been against hers all night, and it was coming from behind her, and it was moving.

Johnny's hand was still on her tit. But it wasn't resting anymore. His palm was hot and heavy, molded to the underside, and his thumb worked her nipple in slow, deliberate circles, the rough pad dragging over the pebbled tip until it tightened into a hard, aching point. She could feel it all the way down, a wire pulled taut from her chest to her cunt, every circle sending a fresh throb through her belly and a slick, sleepy pulse between her legs.

She made a sound. Not a word. Something low and sleepy and embarrassingly eager.

"Morning." His voice was gravel. His hips shifted behind her, and his cock, fully hard now, thick and hot, slid up out of the crack of her ass and pressed flat against her lower back.

Abby couldn't help but moan as felt the heavy cock slide effortlessly against her body.

She turned her head on the pillow. The window was gray with early light. Her dress was still on the floor.

"What time is it?"

"Early. I've got a couple hours before I have to do anything." His hand slid down her belly, flat and warm, and stopped just above her pussy enjoying the feel of her smooth skin. He paused just above her clit. Waiting. "You sore?"

"Yes."

"Bad?"

She thought about it. Moved her hips a little, testing. The ache was there, deep and used, but it wasn't the kind that wanted to be left alone. It was the kind that wanted to be filled again. "No. Not bad."

"Good." His fingers dipped lower, one knuckle dragging through the slick that had gathered between her legs, slow and exploratory, tracing the wet seam of her before pressing just enough to make her hips twitch. The truth was she'd been wet the entire night, their mixture of juices slowly leaking out of her, and now his touch stirred it all up again, warm and slippery. "Because I woke up with my cock in your ass crack and your tit in my hand, and I've been lying here for twenty minutes trying to be a gentleman."

"You're not a gentleman."

"No." He pushed one finger inside her, easy, and she gasped, her back arching as she ground her hips back into his raging cock. "I'm not."

He worked it in and out, slow, and she could hear it. She could hear the wet, obscene sound of it, loud in the morning quiet, each push and pull a soft, sucking noise that made her face burn. His finger curled inside her, stroking the swollen spot that made her breath catch, and then his thumb found her clit and pressed, a firm, circling pressure, and her whole body jerked, her back bowing off the mattress.

"Johnny" she gasped.

"You want me to stop?"

"No. God. No."

She felt his finger brush her g-spot, a spot he knew well by now. The jolt went through her whole body. Whatever part of her was still waking up was now fully awake.

Abby felt the wave building as he continued to stroke her two most sensitive spots, her g-spot and clit, in tandem.

"Oh... fuckk..." she trailed off getting lost in the moment.

Then she felt it. It all stopped. Johnny withdrew his hand and grabbed her hip, grinding his huge, hot cock through her ass crack. She felt the slippery precum starting to cause frictionless movements, the thick length sliding easy and obscene between her cheeks, the head catching at the small of her back before he dragged it down again. He was using his strength to really grind his cock against her, the heavy weight of it pressing her into the mattress, and she pushed back without thinking, chasing the pressure.

"Why'd you stop?" She asked looking over her shoulder.

"Roll over."

She rolled. Her body complained and she ignored it. When she came up on her back he was already over her, braced on one arm, looking down at her and the gray light cutting across his jaw. His muscular body caused her to voluntarily spread her legs extra wide, her thighs falling open, the cool morning air licking at the wet heat between them, her heavy tits settling and spreading across her chest. His cock hung heavy between them, thick and flushed, the head glistening. Abby saw a drop of precum slowly fall, leaving a long string before it settled just below her belly button. She watched his thick cock pulse in need, a visible throb that made her empty cunt clench and her breath stutter.

"You're going to be sore for a week," he said, and it sounded like a promise. "You know that?"

"I don't care." Her tits heaving as she breathed deep in anticipation and want.

He laughed, low. "You will. But not yet." His hand slid down her and got a generous handful of her left tit, the heavy flesh overflowing his grip. Abby felt her body on fire as she gyrated her hips trying to get his cock inside of her.

"You'll need to guide it in this time." He said with a smile.

Abby obeyed, like she would for anything with him. Her left hand grabbed his cock, she felt the heavy head, slick with precum. She rolled it around in her hand, moaning, and then rubbed back and forth that sensitive spot just under the crown of his cock.

Johnny could only close his eyes and moan, squeezing her left nipple extra hard.

Abby felt his cock twitch in her hand and she smiled knowing what she was doing to him.

She stroked the length of cock, gently, before she settled on his balls. Her left hand gently rolling them around, causing his cock to pulse several more times.

"Fuck. Abby." He said in his low voice as his hips gyrated.

Her cunt was dripping in need and she knew he was in the same spot, so she guided it to her slit. The heavy head first made contact as she nudged it up and down, slicking it through her folds, and the drag of it over her clit made her gasp. Johnny pushed forward, slowly, and she felt her lips start to part, the stretch a bright, burning ache. The initial wave of pain from being stretched so much last night was sent away as she accidentally brushed her clit, a jolt of pleasure that made her hips lift and her cunt flutter around the first inch of him.

"Oh fuck" they both moaned in pleasure.

Johnny was slow, painfully slow. The feeling of the sensitive part of his cock in the vice grip of her tight pussy lips was almost too much in his current state. Johnny grit is teeth to hold off cumming as he continued to push deeper.

He hit it, he hit her g-spot sending a wave of pleasure through her. Johnny kept moving slow as he continued to reclaim her pussy, agonizing inch by agonizing inch.

Abby was in a wave of pleasure. She felt every movement, every shift, every ridge and vein of his cock as her tight cunt made room for him again, the slow stretch so detailed she could have counted each one. This wasn't last night with the complete abandonment he'd fucked her with. This was deliberate claiming of her again, the anticipation of each movement amping up her arousal as she lay under him, subject to what he wanted. Abby felt him getting further and further in, getting closer and closer to the spot only he could touch deep inside of her, and she dug her nails into his shoulders, trying to pull him deeper.

Abby ran her hands over his thick triceps and up his back to her shoulder blades, encouraging him to go deeper, as he slowly lowered himself fully on top of her. The weight of him adding to the sensation, her tits flattened warm and soft beneath his chest.

She felt him close, the tension in his body a hard, trembling thing. He slowly pulled all the way out until just the crown of his cock was inside, her stretched pussy lips grabbing at him to prevent it leaving, the drag making her whimper. And then he slid back in, inch by inch, until he hit her cervix. She started to see stars when he had hit her g-spot, white pinpricks at the edges of her vision. When he hit her cervix, she saw flashes as she exploded, her orgasm ripping through her in a hot, blinding wave.

"Yeeessss!!!" She let out a guttural moan.

"Fuck. Abby!" He said as he laid on top, slowly poking her cervix as he flexed his hips back and forth, her pussy milking his cock as she was hit with wave after wave of orgasm.

Johnny slowly pulled out again, Abby lost control of her muscles as she randomly shook with each wave of her orgasm.

"What. Are. You. Doing. To. Me."

Johnny only smiled, still on top of her, as he reached the entrance of her cunt again. And he slowly started to enter the depths of her pussy.

Abby could only stare up at the ceiling and shake her head. Her orgasm wasn't subsiding. Each movement of his cock would start a fresh wave.

"Fuck Johnny" she whispered over and over into his ear.

Johnny hit her cervix again, gently increasing the pressure.

"I'm close" he warned her. Truth was she knew it as she felt his cock somehow get harder.

"Yes." She wrapped her legs around his wide muscular back and locked her feet against his ass, locking him in place.

Abby used her legs to encourage him deeper. She felt his hips stutter, felt his balls tighten against her ass, and then he was unloading.

"Fuccccckkk" he moaned into her neck.

"Cum baby. Cum in me."

"Uuuggghhhh!!!" He roared as she felt his cock swell, twitch, and unload his first rope deep inside her, a hot, thick flood that coated her cervix and made her whole body clench. This unleashed a fresh wave of violent explosions in Abby, her cunt milking him in tight, helpless pulses. Johnny kept mini-flexing as each wave of his orgasm hit, and Abby felt the cum leaking out of her stuffed pussy, down her ass, a warm, wet trail that made her shiver. She held him tighter, her legs locked, wanting every drop.

"Yes!" As she held him tight.

Finally after two minutes they just laid there, both spent and nerves fried. Both gasping for air, letting the warm air fill their lungs.

Johnny slowly withdrew his still semi hard cock, stopping only when just the tip was still in, savoring the feeling her tight cunt lips on the sensitive part of his cock.

"Mmmmmm" Abby moaned feeling the emptiness as she ran her hands through her damp hair and over her sensitive body, still humming from the long orgasm.

Johnny finally withdrew his cock, staring down at his slick cock as he watched his cum oozing out of her spent pussy.

"Fuck Abby..." Johnny said in awe. "That pussy..."

"Mmmmmm" she moaned again as her right hand trailed down feeling her stretched pussy lips.

Johnny shook his head to gather himself or he knew he'd go another round.

Abby, gently feeling her pussy, smiled, the same post sex gaze smile she had last night, as she watched his huge cock dangle, swaying side to side.

"I'll make us some eggs and bacon," he said as he stood up admiring Abby laying there. Johnny headed to the kitchen, never bothering to put anything on.

"What time is it?" Abby yelled as she stretched.

"A little after 7, why?"

"Shit!!!" Abby yelled as she popped up, struggling to regain full use of her muscles.

"Why?"

"My mom, she's coming over and will be here in like 5."

Abby saw the dress balled up on the ground and held it up. "I can't wear this."

"Here, use this shirt and shorts." Johnny said as he approached her, holding a folded T-shirt and workout shorts, still fully naked himself.

"Oh my god. Thank you" as she held them up.

Johnny felt his cock hardening as he stared at her naked standing in front of him.

"No" she said smiling.

Johnny closed the gap, reached out and cupped her full, huge tits, the heavy weight of them filling his hands, causing Abby to blush.

"No, I can't."

"Ok, fine." He said as he released them.

Abby threw on his clothes and headed to door. Each step she could feel a little more cum leak out of her spent pussy. She didn't know where her heels were but didn't care. She knew she only had a flight of stairs.

Johnny followed her to the door, still naked. "We'll talk later." He said as he opened the door.

"Thanks. Thanks for everything." As she leaned in and gave him a big hug.

She turned and rushed out the door. It'd been forever since she hadn't worn a bra, and she noticed her tits bouncing everywhere. Going down the stairs, she had to hold them with her dress in hand.

SIGH. "Just in time." She said to herself as she opened her door.