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A Curvy Companion story
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While I undo his belt, he watches me intently. At this moment it really feels like the first time, perhaps because I’m more than a little aware of the camera. I try not to stumble over the buttons and trouser zip. Once that challenge has been conquered, I massage his hardness through his boxers until he can bear it no longer and whips them down along with the trousers. Now I have all the access I need.
I shower his tummy with some flash kisses then take him into the warmth of my mouth for the first, slow taste. The skin is wonderful against my plump lips. I can smell the aroma that is uniquely his.
I work on the shaft, pressing my lips and licking the swollen tip. Almost teasing. I am giving him head but I never forget the value of a few handy stokes to move the rhythm on. Covering the glistening knob with each jerk.
He is large—I can only fit so much of him in my big mouth—but I try my hardest for him, opening my throat to let him drive as deep as he wants. Sometimes when he face-pounds me I nearly choke. But a blowjob is different. It is about him receiving the pleasure, not merely taking it.
Then I cradle his balls, squeezing and sucking them. He really gets off on this and strokes my back but I can tell he doesn’t want to interrupt my flow. I know what I am doing. I know how to please him. Working my hand and mouth together in unison for the best effect, the most stimulation.
The mariner’s cap tips down over my brow but even though he can’t see my face clearly the camera can. This is for his pleasure—not just for now but more so for the future when he watches the recording. I wonder how many times he will replay this very scene? The thought brings me back to him and I redouble my efforts—let’s make this one to remember.
The Grande Finale
This cap, above all others, compliments my curvy look so well. I’m his very own BBW sex goddess. Clasping the root of him I quickly thrust my head up and down. My lips pursed, the muscles in them creating friction as the blood rushes to his pleasure zone making it rigid and unyielding. At moments like this, I’d like to discard my big panties, put my Stetson on and ride him back to the ranch. But this is not about me, so instead, I caress him and slightly twist the skin exerting pressure on the knob.
He holds his breath in anticipation of what is coming next and I remind myself again that we are creating a film—a personal porn classic he will be watching on those long nights without me. I need to make eye contact so as I lick and manipulate his length I stare straight into the camera. When he watches this, I want him to see the intensity and enjoyment in my eyes. For me, there is only him and the need to make him happy.
He lays his head back. Perhaps gone into the world of his imagination but knowing I am the one here giving him what he wants. Delivering. I tease the end with a few flicks of my tongue. From past experience, I’ve realised that area is the most sensitive part of his organ. Then a little tug with my teeth—excited that all this action is being captured for eternity.
It’s obvious to me he can’t possibly hold out much longer—he’s ready. The blood is pulsing through his veins and I speed up my movements. It’s such a buzz having this level of control over his body. I can almost hear his heart beating faster.
Glancing up at his face I see the veins bulge on his forehead and I taste the spurting juice before I hear his moans. Staring straight into the lens I let some dribble from my lips. This turns him on so much. I imagine him watching it alone and I expect this would be the moment when he’ll spurt into his fist, knowing I took it all in my mouth. But I don’t stop there, not wanting to waste any I continue and suck up every last drop with true a BBW style of this tasty treat as he smiles down at me.
