The man who had the magic hands suddenly turned into a heavy-handed clod.
There was more. Bimbo sat watching helplessly as the man flicked and tugged, yanked, pinched, and squeezed on her nipples. Tears came to her eyes, hoping he would stop. But she made no sound of protest, no word of complaint or disapproval. She wasn’t sure why.
As he continued roughly manipulating her oily breasts, the teasing and torture soon turned to a warm sensation. Bimbo began to find it quite pleasurable.
And Arinze did not relent. He continued to twist.
Bimbo discovered that once the initial pain had left her, there was a feeling of pleasure that overwhelmed her. Her pussy became wet, her skin needed his touch, his teasing. She was succumbing to the man. She was surrendering to him.
Arinze had moved his hands to her breasts and left her nipples alone for the time being.
He squished her breasts together smearing oil all over them in the process. He wiggled them and separated them, slapping them back together which resulted in a clapping sound. His dark brown hands worked every inch of her chest. Doing everything he had always imagined doing if he ever laid his hands on such a fine pair of breasts.
Bimbo’s breath was heavy. She was getting hot. If he continued to play with her breasts, she knew she’d need to get fucked.
Abandoning her breasts, Arinze began stroking his cock with his oily hands. He loved the look of her breasts. Luscious and plump. He had masturbated about fucking them.
And so, he did.
Arinze grabbed each breast by the side and thrust his hard cock between them. Bimbo gasped, the sudden movement once again startled her. But she wasn’t surprised; every lover she had ever been with fucked her breasts regularly. Sure, she had never been restrained like this, but she was used to guys wanting to fuck her enormous breasts.
Arinze did so with gusto. He wedged his dick between her giant breast flesh and fucked her hard.
Penetrating her cleavage fully over and over. A nasty sound filled the room. The sound of his heavy, oily balls smacking her breasts. As he increased his pace, his breathing became heavy and the oily, slippery, “slish” of his fucking her breasts became louder than the smack of his balls.
Not a word was spoken, but it became clear that Bimbo’s fear and anxiety had been replaced by lustful passion.
Arinze stepped closer to her and adjusted his grip. He roughly tugged on her nipples now, holding her breasts by only her stiff, oily nipples, and thrusting into them fully.
Bimbo sat there, taking his cock over and over again in her cleavage. She looked down, watching Arinze’s cock pull back each time he thrust through her breast flesh. His head was much lighter than the rest of his cock. It beat up at her as he pounded her chest.
He felt his ejaculate boil in his balls. Arinze had masturbated fondly to Bimbo’s breasts, imagining himself splattering her with load after load of cum. But he knew he wanted to fuck her, too.
He decided it would be best to cum on her breasts first, then give her a thorough fucking. As he made the decision, his balls tensed. He was ready to give it to her. He had chosen wisely.
Arinze was practically sitting in Bimbo’s lap. His fingers pulled at her elongated nipples and he slowed his thrusting. Bimbo was still watching his thick cock head as it emerged from her deep cleavage each time. Arinze’s pace slowed. His cock head peeked out and paused, swelling.
Bimbo wondered why he had paused and looked from his dick head to Arinze’s face. She felt him tug her nipples forcefully and then he sighed, closing his eyes. Suddenly, Bimbo felt hot spurts against her chin and neck.
Arinze flooded her cleavage, neck, and clavicle with hot cum. He spurted a thick pool of pale sperm and even shot a few wads over her shoulder onto the platform behind her. Before he finished, Arinze released her nipples and stepped back. He aimed his cock and made sure to stream a few pale lines of cum across each of her wide breasts and nipples.
He finished spraying her and slapped his cock on her oily, cum-coated breasts. Bimbo looked down. Her breasts looked like snow-covered mountains. She watched her chest heave as she recovered.
Without a word, Arinze moved behind her and began unwrapping her wrists. She remained still as he finished. With his gentle, but direct guidance, he moved her out of the chair and positioned her on her hands and knees on the platform.
She felt his hands on her skin. He ran them all over her, first over her calves, thighs, and butt, then up along her smooth back and shoulders. He seemed enthralled like he was participating in a worship ceremony of some kind. She felt revered. She felt idolized. She felt incredibly turned on. There was hope in the pit of her stomach that he wasn’t done with her.
And as he moved around in front of her, she saw his cock was still jutting out, stiff as ever. She could tell he wanted more. He had a strange way of staying silent, but somehow communicating his desires to her.
Arinze stepped up and guided his cock into her face. Bimbo opened her mouth and took the savoury penis into it. At first, she tasted his cum, still dripping slightly from his tip. Then she tasted the spiced oil, which made her tongue tingle and salivate even more. Her wet mouth allowed for deep penetration into her throat. They worked as one to stuff her mouth full of cock. She made sure to breathe through her nose as she swallowed and grunted the ample tool to her limit.
Satisfied that he had probed the depth of her throat, Arinze grabbed her hair and began fucking her mouth deeply. She gaped her mouth and he thrust deep. Bimbo lurched, gagging slightly. As he plumbed in and out, she salivated generously. He drew out her drool. It oozed from between his shaft and her lips. It dribbled down her chin. It stretched into a drip, then flowed into a pool collecting on the platform.
He backed out of her mouth about halfway and increased the speed of his thrusts.
The “smacking” sound of the sloppy mouth-fucking was all that could be heard in the small alteration shop.
Bimbo felt as though she was having an out-of-body experience. She needed relief. She moved her hand back between her legs. She felt her thin, soaked thong. Her fingers moved past her panties and found her soft pussy lips. She moaned around the cock in her mouth, then slipped her fingers over the stiff bud of her clit.
The sudden orgasm wracked her body. She shook briefly, trying to stay on her hands and knees, but the pleasure made her arms weak and caused her upper body to collapse. Arinze’s cock “popped” out of her mouth and she rested her face on the dirty carpet of the tailor’s platform. Her cheek fell in the warm pool of her saliva. She came hard, feeling her semen-coated breasts mash against the tops of her thighs. The climactic pleasure overwhelmed her entire body. She panted through her orgasm in the face-down, ass-up position on the brightly lit platform. She was out of breath from the intensity of the experience.
Arinze took the opportunity to position himself behind Bimbo and shimmied her panties down and off of her body. Her body felt like putty and she let the eager man strip her, then positioned her legs slightly further apart.
In his usual wordless manner and before she could recover, Bimbo’s pussy spasmed as Arinze forcefully penetrated her. He slotted inside and drove in deep, to his balls, in one quick motion. Her cunt throbbed and her head swam. She began to come again. Bimbo tried to lift herself up, but the pleasure took over. She grunted and grabbed her ankles, climaxing uncontrollably.
As she came, she felt Arinze roughly pumping into her. She focused her blurry eyes, seeing herself getting fucked in the mirror, her face on the dingy carpeted platform. The idea that she could be taken in such a way, in a public space, with the doors of the business open to any passerby, made her tremble with excitement.
Arinze was not gentle with the woman. He pounded her from behind in an aggressive fashion. Slamming her hard and deep. Bimbo was the ideal woman in Arinze’s eyes, and he had never come as close as even touching a woman of this physical calibre in his entire thirty-something years. He held nothing back, fucking her wildly and watching the waves of her ass ripple as his hips hammered into her. He could see the sides of her huge breasts shake with each thrust. He was reminded of the child’s pose in yoga, watching the submissive woman grab her own ankles.
The loud slapping noise-the sound Arinze’s body was making against Bimbo’s-echoed loudly throughout not only the large room they were in, but down the hallway and could be heard clearly from the waiting area of the shop.
As Bimbo took Arinze’s powerful thrusts, she felt a sudden shift in the air of the room. There was a distinct WHOOSH that Bimbo found familiar, but she wasn’t sure why. As she lay there bouncing from each eager drive of Arinze’s hips, it occurred to her.
At the same time came the gravelly voice, “Arinze! Come collect your package!” the man called out.
Suddenly, Arinze stopped, holding his cock deep inside her. Bimbo’s heart filled with terror. She heard the shuffle of feet on the carpet. She pushed herself up and looked back at Arinze as best she could, her eyes wide with concern.
Arinze smiled and gave her a tentative thrust. “Ok, just leave am for on the counter. I dey with a cuuuustomerrrrr,” Arinze spoke/sang pleasantly in his friendly accent. He pulled back and plunged his cock back in, moving slowly.
“See ya tomorrow,” the gravelly voice called out, followed by a soft thud.
Arinze gathered Bimbo’s arms and folded them behind her back. He tightened his grip on her forearms and pulled her back against him as he resumed fucking her with gusto.
The scented oil permeated the scene and gave a heady, exotic feel to Bimbo’s first experience with this talented man. The lubricant was a blessing to Bimbo as Arinze’s penis was on the thick side. She relished the scent; it somehow made the experience feel more erotic.
Arinze could have easily come again as he took the voluptuous woman from behind, but his desire to sexually dominate and explore her body gave him the necessary motivation to hold off. He made sure to fuck her through another elongated orgasm, delaying his own, but he knew it would be worth it. After she came on his cock a second time, her third overall, he slapped her ass and removed his cock. He knew he wouldn’t last much longer.
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