It took about five seconds until we were in his bedroom with the door closed. His room was fair sized, but his king-sized bed made it seem small, just like his king-sized body. It felt cozy and comfortable in his room, despite being a total bachelor dive. I leaped up onto his bed without hesitation and curled up on his pillows like a kitten curling up in a ball.

I laughed, giddy and excited, and Mike looked a little surprised yet again.

“So…I’ll be on the bottom. My bed is strong so it’ll work this time.”

“You’re sure you don’t wanna crawl on top? I can take it.” I laughed.

“Tch. Yeah right. I don’t wanna crush you. I’m just starting to like you.”

I loved it. He was reluctant but playful. I was hoping to synergize his stubborn nature with the casual dominance that he’d awakened earlier.

“Oh, do you like me? Am I becoming of use, master?” I rolled over onto my knees at the head of his bed, arching my hips in the air and presenting my naked growler to him. “I hope you can find a new way to use me for your pleasure.” I wiggled my hips back and forth just slightly.

“Jesus…look at that.” Mike’s husky voice sounded lustful and hungry again.

He started to crawl onto the bed, first just his hand pressing into the tail end of the mattress, then a knee on the other corner. With each limb that planted onto the bed, the king-sized mattress shifted to conform to his weight. I was already kneeling in the giant sleeping groove that his body had carved out of the bed, but as he crawled towards me, I couldn’t help but stumble over from the motion of his spring mattress. Before I knew it Mike was on all fours right behind me, his hot breath grazing the skin of my right butt cheek.

Just as I looked over my shoulder to see Mike’s huge form looming like a giant quadrupedal beast, he planted a kiss on my ass.

“Oh…” I cooed at the sensation of his fat lips and his beard pressing into my body. That was the first time he’d tasted me below the waist, and I felt suddenly flustered at the hope that I could further please his appetite. He kissed me again, harder.

“You don’t have to do anything if you don’t want, Mike…but if you want to-“

His tongue suddenly pressed into my right inner thigh, ran up the surface of my labia, and right through my ass crack.

“Oh, fuck!”

I clenched one of his pillows with both hands as Mike’s tongue began to slather up and down between my thighs and my ass without the slightest hesitation. I had just been thinking he might’ve been grossed out at the idea of going down on a girl, but clearly he wasn’t afraid. My pussy was already wet from the thought of his swelling cock, and I very quickly became much wetter.

“Mmh-hmmm-mrrhh.” Mike smacked his lips and slurped away at my labia, loudly and hungrily. I’d spent good money making sure my pussy and anus were as hairless as a boiled egg, but Mike’s thick, shaggy beard smothered my lips in the black fur of his face.

“Oh god, Mike…fuck.”

Mike’s big hand gripped my thigh and pulled my leg out from underneath my hip.

“Turn over,” he commanded.

“Yes, sir.”

I quickly obeyed, and flipped over on the bed to see Mike looming above me. I lay on my back with my legs spread, and my blue shirt still covering my torso. Mike was on all fours and fully clothed, huge, hungry, and clearly in the mood to explore. He let himself collapse down into the bed, the whole mattress sinking and shaking from the impact of his giant body. His head rested just above my stomach, so I pulled myself back towards the headboard and grabbed a pillow on each side.

Big Mike wasted no time in planting his head between my legs and plunging his tongue deep into me. Slow buildup was obviously not on his mind, but that was fine with me. I was already painfully horny for his cock, but the feeling of being eaten out by him was something else altogether. Yet again, his closeness to me made me feel tiny, like a piccolo gelato being slurped up on a hot summer day.

Mike’s big meaty hands and hairy sausage fingers clenched my thighs above the knee and spread them apart as far as they would physically go. He gripped them so hard it almost hurt. His beard was a bit raspy on the soft flesh of my inner thighs, but his tongue was so deep and stimulating that I couldn’t really think about anything else.

“Oh god! Jesus fucking Christ, Mike!”

Mike continued to gobble me away loudly, my thighs and stomach now doused in his saliva. I hugged a pillow tight and buried my face into it to muffle a scream. This caught his attention enough to pause.

“You okay?”

I panted and put one hand on his big head while I caught my breath.

“Yeah, yeah. It’s amazing. You’re so good at this.”

Mike’s face lit up with a big smile. He kept himself propped up with one arm and let the other hand explore my pussy. Those big chubby fingers returned to my sex, and it wasn’t long before he was fingering me.

“Oh, shit…Mike that’s good, but I want your cock. Please…”

Mike stopped and looked into my bahçelievler escort eyes. His excitement only paused for a second before another smirk returned to his face.

“Did I ask for your opinion, little girl?’ He shoved his fat fingers back inside me and began to finger me roughly.

“Oh, Jesus!”

I grabbed his wrist with both hands to calm him, but the strength of both my arms was nothing compared to the force his single hand could produce. Mike almost laughed at me as he probed into my body. By that point he basically knew the rules, and there were only small details that he needed to clarify. At the very least, he knew that I wasn’t going to argue with him.

We stayed like that for a few minutes, Mike testing the elasticity of my chamber while I teetered on the edge between pleasure and pain. The more I felt his power sweep over me, the harder I felt it to look him directly in the eyes. I wasn’t exactly reaching orgasm, but I was so stimulated that I felt overwhelmed regardless.

“Please…Mike…please let me ride your cock now. I’m begging you, daddy. I want it so bad.”

Mike began to slow, as though he were considering my humble request. He pulled his fingers out of me, and once again shoved them in my face so that I could suck them clean. I obeyed after only the slightest hesitation, and finally looked up into his eyes as I lovingly suckled his girthy fingers. Mike smiled down at me.

“Alright, get out of the way before I crush you, little girl.”

I realized what he was saying and quickly shifted to the side of the bed. Mike’s huge, 750 plus pound body crawled up to the head board and rolled over into his giant mattress groove. After a seconds of his big belly quaking, his flesh settled and I dared to return to him without fear of being flattened.

I didn’t have time to recover from the pounding he’d given my pussy, or to enjoy the feeling of domination he’d submitted me to. I quickly and desperately crawled over one gigantic thigh and landed between his legs. He still wore his sweat pants and shirt, but he began to pull his pants down so that his fat, furry paunch was exposed. I didn’t even waste two seconds before diving headfirst into the hairy depths of his underbelly.

Precum had dribbled out from his semi-flaccid cock. I planted my lips around the fat head and sucked hard and deep instantly. The taste of his cum, the smell of his crotch, the walls of his fleshy canyon closing in on either side of his head: I adored those sensations as I serviced him. The feeling of going down on Mike had already become my greatest addiction. He offered me a pleasured moan as appreciation for my gusto.

I didn’t stay down there too long; I wanted my pussy to experience what my mouth already knew. I started to beat him off, first with one hand and then with both. One hand pressed into his flesh to reach the base of his thick cock.

“Do we need a condom, Mike? I brought some.” I enjoyed the feeling of jerking his fat sausage while he considered.

“Nah, I trust you. Just hurry up and sit on my dick.” I loved it.

I climbed up on his tree trunk thighs, my shins pressing into the fabric of his tightly stretched sweatpants. I planted both hands on his belly to stabilize myself. I wanted desperately to pull up his shirt and finally see his big boulder belly, but I didn’t allow myself to become distracted from the task at hand.

“Oh god, this body. This big cock. Mike…you’re perfect. You’re a god…”

He murmured a bassy response while I adjusted my hips into position.

With one hand left to squeeze the base of his engorged erection, and with a little bit of grace, I finally let my hips sink down and our genitals meet. The head of his dick parted my lips and I allowed myself to savour that feeling for a brief moment before swallowing his cock with my pussy.

“Ohhhh fuck…” Mike sounded pleased to finally fully enter a woman, and I was ecstatic to be filled in a way I’d never felt before. The girth of his bulbous wet shaft wriggled into me and pressed up into my abdomen. Mike’s cock wasn’t even fully rock hard, but the sheer quantity of meat he was packing was enough to flood the chamber of my sex.

After a few seconds of getting used to his size inside of me, stretching me, I contracted my glutes and my low back to thrust my pelvis forward a bit. I had to plant my hands deeper into his belly to support myself, and the resistance of his boulder gut allowed just my fingers and palms to sink in. Despite being so big, his flesh wasn’t actually that flabby or jiggly.

“Oh fuck, Mike…”

I pushed off his belly and clenched my thighs to bring my body up slightly. The shift of my pelvis allowed his cock to straighten and align inside of me, and when my weight sank again, I realized why I was put on this earth.

I didn’t speak; I just huffed out a hot, wet breath and a weak, pathetic moan of nervous pleasure. The head of his dick plowed deep up inside of me and I repeated the gentle thrust of my hips until I had found the balgat escort perfect rhythm. Mike was hands off, lying passive, while I provided all the motion. Only the sound of his voice and his tremendous size reminded me that he was in control.

“Ohh, shit…Felicia…don’t stop.”

I never would’ve stopped, but his command was the icing on the cake. I kept that slow cyclical motion going while my hands pressed into his monstrous bulk. Despite the blinding, orgasmic high that made all time and reason irrelevant, we fucked like that for about two or three minutes until Mount Mike was ready to blow.

“Oh, fuck!” Mike announced his arrival. I felt the hot squirt of his semen entering me, and a nervous, giddy little squeak left my lips. In the anticipation of another blast, I sunk my weight and pressed my hips deeply and desperately into his. Another, fuller geyser of spunk flooded my body. “Ohhhh, fuck. Felicia…”

From there I repeated that eager, forceful thrust, my hips now smothered by the hairy swamp of his underbelly. I felt another dose of medicine, and then another. Mike moaned, and then panted heavily, which signalled to me that it was over. I kept thrusting, very gently now, even though the storm had ended. I just enjoyed the slippery warmth of his fleshy crotch and the tender sting of what his cock had done to my pussy.

I stayed like that for another minute before falling forward and collapsing into his big warm belly. His shirt was warm and a touch moist from the sweat of intercourse. I pressed my cheek the broad expanse of his torso and felt his heavy breathing raise me up and lower me down. His cock was still inside me, wet, warm, and pulsating. I swear I could feel a heartbeat through his flaccid cock.

“Hoohh…fuck…finally.” Mike panted heavily while I buried my face into his shirt and laughed.

“Mmnnn…Mike…you’re so good.” He chuckled a bit too, causing an earthquake to shake his belly, and me upon it.

I pushed myself up from his massive gut and attempted to unsheath myself from his cock. It wasn’t easy. My pussy was sore and my thighs were fatigued. I had to reposition myself to be able to push up off him.

As good as it had felt when his cock had plunged into me, it felt even better when it pulled out. A wash of his warm semen released from inside me and slowly drizzled down my thighs. I let my hips just sink back between his thighs, and slid down until my back on his mattress. I clamped my naked thighs together and felt the warmth and the wetness. My pussy still throbbed. I breathed out heavily and noted the touch of pain in an otherwise consistent numb pleasure.

“You okay?” I was more than okay.

“Yeah…you?”

“Yeah.”

Mike still panted, laying flat on his back. I raised my head to look at him, his huge mountainous body still clothed, but with a furry, sex-slathered paunch. The thought of his warm, wet hairy crotch seemed like the perfect dessert after his big twelve inch steak. I sat up and returned to a kneeling position between his thighs. His entire underbelly was incredibly hairy, like a big scraggly mop of black curls, thoroughly damp with his semen. I grabbed the edge of his sweatpants and tugged it down slightly, further revealing his retracting cock and hairy testicles.

Mike’s big body shifted in response.

“What’s up, down there?”

I didn’t answer him. I just leaned in, feeling the heat of his crotch, and pressed my tongue against the head of his cock. I gave it a big lick and ran my tongue along his cock and over the big mound of his paunch.

“Woah…you’re still hungry, little girl?” I licked my lips and took a big whiff of his crotch.

“Not exactly. You completely satisfied me, daddy. But you spilled so much tasty syrup down here. I can’t let it go to waste.”

I planted my lips over the head of his flaccid cock and began to slurp his thick foreskin. I pressed my head deeper into his bulk until my cheeks pressed into his underbelly, spreading his seed on my face. I knew it would be a messy job, but I was eager to fulfill my duty and clean my king.

“Ooh…okay…you can work that pretty little mouth.” Mike seemed pleased to let me explore his crotch.

I pressed my entire head deep into his sweaty, furry paunch, getting his semen on my ears and hair. I polished his cock and bathed his foreskin until it was wet and free of any droplets of spunk. I licked his big balls and kneaded his scrotum between my lips, savouring the taste of his sweat. Mike moaned deeply in pleasure.

I started to lick his paunch, taking mouthfulls of crotch hair in my mouth and cleaning and semen from his pubes. I was eager to fully bathe him, but there was so much underbelly, and I was still fighting to keep the hem of his pants down.

“Mmm, daddy. You taste so good, I can’t stop. But these pants are in the way. Can they come off?”

Mike grumbled playfully. I couldn’t tell if he was bothered by my request or not.

“Yeah, well what are you gonna do?”

“Ooh daddy, I’m going to lick batıkent escort up every drop that came out of your cock. And then I’ll clean your whole crotch…and your thighs. Your sweat is so delicious…I think I’m addicted.”

Mike chuckled, probably skeptical of my baby-doll performance, but thankfully he complied with my request. I was a bit surprised that he didn’t put up more of a fight, but I took that as a good sign.

The big brute grabbed his pants and slowly began to wiggle them down over his abundant hips. He had to struggle against his own girth, surely nothing new for him, but eventually got his pants down between the mattress and his tremendous ass cheeks. From there he wiggled them down inch by inch and, just like with his calves, out spilled waves of hairy flesh.

The pants reached his knees and I was at last gifted the glorious sight of his naked thighs. My god were they hairy. Each rotund limb was probably three times the size of my hips. His olive skin was darker than mine, but the thick black body hair gave him a dark sasquatch aura.

I eagerly assisted him sliding the sweatpants down past his ankles and tossed them off the bed. Mike was finally revealed to me, at least from the waist down. I sat between his giant, corpulent legs, his knees bent, his mountainous belly blocking out his face from my view. His thighs had rolls that pressed together and further obscured his cock. From where his huge thighs rolls separated, his hairy flesh curved down towards his knees and formed yet another roll spilling inward over each knee. The knee rolls spilled forward over each knee cap and continued around his leg to the outer side. Below those colossal trunks were his giant calves and massive feet. And then there was tiny little me, my eyes wide at the sight of his bare, abundant glory. I breathed in his scent. I think I actually drooled.

It was only seconds before I dived into the alluring bulk of one huge thigh. My arms wrapped around the meaty trunk and I kissed his furry thigh with passion. The swell of his flesh filled my arms and met my chest, and my face and hands sunk into his fur, and then his fat. Unlike his belly and chest, his thighs were a bit softer and seemed to allow me to sink in further. I loved it.

“You like that, huh?” Mike chuckled deeply, surprisingly unabashed. I kept kissing his leg overwhelmed with lust.

“Mmm, Mike…” I licked his hairy flesh. “Mmm. Your body…this taste…”

“Is it godlike?” He chuckled again. “You can lick more if you want.”

Mike embraced his divinity and parted the sea of his thighs. He spread them wide and allowed me further access into his furry crevices. I wasted no time in diving face first into the hot canyons between his underbelly and thighs. The heat, the semen, and the sweat all made me clench my thighs together and thrust my hips down into the bed. Like some exchange through osmosis, fluid gathered between my thighs as I lapped up the semen on his.

We stayed like that for a long time, me licking him deeply and massaging his soft, hairy flesh between my lips, and him, laying relaxed and passive with occasional moans of pleasure.

“That tongue…fuck yeah…”

Aside from several pubic and body hairs that I needed to yank out of my mouth, I utterly worshipped his thighs and crotch for nearly half an hour. I just couldn’t get enough of his body. Every time I started to move from one spot, I found a new curve or cavern that need to be explored. When I was eventually, finally exhausted, my face was sticky and my hair was matted in spots from his spunk.

“Ohh, Mike…you’re just too much.” His heavy breathing filled the quiet spots between our words.

“Too much in a good way or a bad way?”

I figured he must’ve been kidding me with that question.

“Uh, in a…you’re my new religion…kinda way.”

“Fuck…sounds good.”

I stayed between Mike’s thighs for a while, not wanting to leave the comfortable warmth. Eventually, I crawled up and lay next to him so we could finally look one another in the eyes.

“You ub…got something there.” I wiped some jizz off my forehead.

“I know, I know. I’m sure I look great. Not much compared to when you first met me, huh?”

When Mike had first laid eyes on me, I’d been dressed up to the nines for a modeling gig. Hair, dress, shoes, makeup, everything was dolled up. He’d been flustered and intimidated at that time.

Lying on his bed then and there, naked and wet from his ejaculate, utterly devoted to the musky taste of his crotch, I was now something to be ruled over rather than feared. Or at least that’s how I felt.

“I like you better this way,” he responded. “You’re a chill girl, Felicia.”

I blushed at his words. His deep voice reassured. I wanted to push him further, to ask him if we were really dating or what our status was. I didn’t dare though.

“Thanks, big man. So we can keep doing this? You’re having fun?” Then he smiled.

“Fuck yeah. You make it so easy.”

I studied his face in the dim light. He really was quite handsome. His brow and his nose were heavy and broad. Very masculine. His cheeks were full and smothered by that huge mess of a beard. With his glasses off, I could see his dark brown eyes. His thick lips were parted to push out hot breaths that grazed my cheek. God, I really wanted to kiss him.