Luv Gaining Ladies
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SSBBW, Extreme Eating, Domination, ~Sex - A story about a man who meets the voluptuous older woman of his dreams...and she rocks his world...
[Author's Note: This is my first work of fiction for the community. It's a bit of an experiment...I hope everyone enjoys reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it.]
I clicked on the e-mail I just got in response to my posting on Craigslist, and even with all the pretty words she used, I wasn't expecting much. I had been disappointed before, so the idea that I could meet a lady who could keep up with my desire to fatten her to immense proportions was just a pipe dream of mine. I should probably just concentrate on my investments and my business...besides, she was 31 and I was only 22, so how great could she be?
She did leave her phone number, though, so I decided to give it a shot. She must have been sitting on the phone.
Her name was Saundra, and she sounded heavenly. I could tell she was eating something sweet - she told me she loved cake - and we talked for over an hour, during which time I was fantasizing about her on the other end eating an enormous banquet-size cake.
She was full of surprises, though - she told me that a few times. It turned me on even more to think about the things she wasn't telling me - I knew her name, her history, and what she did for a living - she owned an internet-based cookie business, and she joked that she ate more than she sold. At least she said she was joking; she ate nonstop during our chat.
I got a good mental picture of her - black, shoulder-length hair, about 5'11" and voluptuous - but she wouldn't tell me her weight. I even opened up to her - I'm a bit on the heavy side, sure, but only because the girls I have over don't finish their cake, and someone has to eat it - but she didn't even give a hint.
She was all I could think about that night. I tried to focus on work, but all that crossed my mind was my chat with Saundra. She was so tempting, and I wanted to make the day perfect.
So I finished up baking her cake - a large, four-tiered chocolate dream that the recipe said served 150 - and as I finished icing it, the doorbell rang. Hopefully, this was it...she sounded fantastic on the phone, and she did tell me she was nude while she talked to me.
I opened the door, and I looked over a beautiful, busty, delicious woman. Her arms, thighs, and legs had sweet rolls of fat hanging off them, and her belly was a beautiful mound of fat that I could just melt into. Her chocolate skin was flawless, and her body jiggled so sexily. She shook her goods for me right outside my door, and I loved seeing it.
She didn't seem embarrassed at all either despite being dressed only in a bra and panties. The panties covered her gigantic ass, and her breasts looked like they were barely contained by the bra. "I got all dressed up for you," she said, smiling. "I hope you think I look good." Of course she looks good - I told her that. "Good, because I don't usually dress up. This and another pair of panties is all the clothes I own."
I looked her beautiful body over and told her I loved the way she dressed - she wasn't too provocative at all. I'm used to girls coming over in sweats; she was refreshing. Before I knew it, she surprised me again - she took off her bra, revealing two gorgeous, dangling breasts that were definitely too big for a bra that size. I was ready to ask her what size her bra was - but she rolled it up and tossed it in the lake. Smiling, she walked into my apartment, telling me, "Now I just own two pairs of panties. You're lucky; I never wear them except for guys I like."
She jiggled her ass for me some more as she sat down in my oversized recliner - it dwarfs most of my guests; Saundra looked like she needed a bigger one. "Oh, and by the way...the answer is six twenty-five." I wasn't sure what the question was - she was telling me her weight - 625 pounds. She talked a little bit about how her ex-husband tried to make her diet - she said she was practically starved to death to reach 250 pounds - and ever since then, she's been using his money to fund her cookie business and get fat again.
She took one look at the cake and licked her chops; I offered her a plate and a fork, and she declined both - she said silverware was for chumps, and real women eat with their hands. I was in love - and then I asked her how hungry she was.
"I'm starved, baby." She shoved a handful of cake into her mouth. "I just had a light breakfast - two dozen donuts, four pounds of bacon, a dozen eggs, and a tray of cookies." I was melting - and I loved her description of that mountain of food as a 'light breakfast.' She said she knew I was baking for her.
"This can't be it, though, right?" Wait - she intends to finish a cake this size and still be hungry? "You have another one of these waiting for me when I finish, don't you? Actually, make that about four of them; I'm starved. And call me some pizza, will you?"
I called for cake delivery - a few pre-made store cakes should tide her over until I could get a caterer to prepare a proper tray of cakes. I told the baker I had a party of 625 - I didn't tell him that was Saundra's weight, and the food was all for her. He agreed to make a giant cake for that many people - and then I winked as I told him that everyone wanted two slices. If Saundra hadn't been busy starting on the second tier of her cake, she would have smiled at me.
I ran out and got her some cakes - and just for good measure, some donuts, too. I stopped by two bakeries - all their cakes and all their donuts should tide her over until the baker gets done with the super-cake. Then, assuming she's still hungry, I'll order pizza - I ask her how many she wants.
I don't quite understand her response as I come back to see her polishing off the last of what looked like a roast chicken. "I hope you don't mind, I had a friend order me a chicken. I needed something to take the edge off." Almost immediately, Saundra dives into the donuts - I counted about 15 dozen donuts and ten small cakes; I asked her if she thought she'd be hungry for the super-cake. She didn't even dignify me with a response, instead shoving anything she could find in her mouth. I could see the waistline on her panties expanding; it was no wonder she owned only two pair - she did tell me that she threw out pairs that she busted.
Finally, the super-cake arrived, and not a moment too soon; Saundra finished off the last of the cakes and donuts and had dug into my pantry, shoveling in a box of peanut butter cookies I saved for myself. I usually enjoyed them one at a time; Saundra stacked six on top of each other and ate them in one bite, barely coming up for air.
I didn't want my fat goddess to have to leave her recliner, so I escorted her back to it as I set the cake in front of her. She paused for a minute, looked it over, and said, "By the way, to answer your question - make it twenty pizzas. Large. With everything. And call the Chinese buffet and tell them Saundra's coming." I asked her if she eats like this at home - she never gets full, she says. It makes me wonder how she only weighs 625 eating like this - then I remember she's put on over 350 pounds in just one year, a record she intends to break this year.
She jiggled and shook as she piled in that cake - it was so hot watching her gorge. I sat back and sipped a glass of milk; she guzzled it straight from the gallon. I did as she asked - called a Chinese place that she mentioned and told her Saundra was coming; they told me they would close the restaurant and bring in all their cooks for the evening.
She dribbled icing onto her bare breasts - and called me over as she did, smiling as if to tell me she did it on purpose. She looked down at the frosting as if to tell me something - and as she subtlely commanded, I licked it off her breast, and no sooner did I lick it off than she dropped more on - and licked it off herself. Between shoveling cake in her mouth, she tongued her nipples - she was driving me absolutely wild. She shook her enormous breasts - telling me her bra was a triple-X cup and didn't fit them - and continued to play with her nipples. I was mesmerized. She was insanely gorgeous - so fat, so voluptuous, and so tempting - it was everything I could do not to tear her panties off and ride her right there. I doubt she would have stopped me...but she looked down at me as she said, "Wait until after I finish with the Chinese buffet. I'll blow your mind."
She finished the cake like it was an appetizer, licking the last bits of frosting off her fingers, and no sooner did she finish than I presented her with the first of her pizzas - she said twenty was plenty, but I knew she was lying and ordered fifty - and she made quick work of the first. I had no idea how she packed so much pizza into her mouth, but she did, and within minutes, I was staring at ten empty boxes - good thing I ordered extra.
I started working on stacking her pizzas one on top of the other the way she liked them - four pizzas at once was no trouble for Saundra. I knew she said she was going to close the Chinese buffet, but at this rate, I wouldn't be surprised to see her close every one in town. So as she stuffed her beautiful face, I called up some other buffet restaurants - turns out my Saundra has quite a reputation around town. For a thousand bucks, they call in their cooks, prepare all the food they have in their kitchen, and let her gorge to her heart's content.
She licked her fingers as she finished her last pizza, looking at me as if to tell me she was still starved, so I handed her a gallon of ice cream. I also told her the buffet was ready - but I didn't tell her which one; I had eight of them expecting her.
I loved her car - an oversized truck that she steered with a special steering wheel - and tinted windows so no one could see her driving topless, not that she minded showing off her big breasts. She told me every cop in the city is a secret fat-worshipper and she never gets in trouble; I was so glad to have so much to worship - I could see her panties stretched to the limit already. They fit so comfortably when she arrived - I had a feeling she'd be out of them soon. Three-hundred-fifty pounds gained in one year, she said--
"And I was just getting warmed up." She said that with barely any hint of sarcasm. "I took it easy for the first year after my divorce; besides, I had to be up and moving around for all that cookie-baking. Besides," and she looked sweetly at me as she said this, "I love pigging out for a man who appreciates what a real woman can do. And you're the first I've met who doesn't act ashamed of it." I'm a man who knows what he wants and chases it; I want to make her fat and happy, and I know she wants to be fat and happy.
As I escort my love into the first buffet, which has been closed for the occasion, I gladly write the manager a check for $1,000 and seat Saundra in her throne, an oversized recliner that looks like the one I have in my own home. Before she sits, though, she slides down her ripping panties, tossing them to the cook and saying, "I won't be needing these anymore." She was unshaven, and she let me look as long as I liked - even asking, "You ever use your tongue on a woman my size, sweetheart?" I hadn't - not too many of my dates enjoyed me going down on them the way Saundra claimed she did, and as she spread her legs and called me over, she directed me to my knees.
I stripped to my underwear and knelt before her fat, beautiful body; I spread apart her fat thighs and slid my head in between them. The wait staff helped her shovel food into her mouth as I started working on pleasing her with my tongue - she tasted amazing and looked even better. I got a few moans out of her as I started working; she still seemed more interested in her food than in what I was up to.
Saundra ordered my hands tied as I ate her out; I didn't mind a bit - she was the queen, and I wanted to do everything for her. I stayed between her legs for as long as she liked, and I tongued her fast, deep, and without end. I could feel her reaching orgasm as I licked - I searched for her g-spot and concentrated on it; with every lashing of my tongue over her g-spot, she moaned louder and jiggled. I noticed in my limited vision that she was eating food right off her breasts.
She licked and sucked the delicious sauces off her gorgeous breasts as I licked and sucked her fat, sweet pussy, wanting her to scream as she gorged. I heard some moaning, but it wasn't enough to distract me from my task; I wanted her to startle people blocks away with her screams as she had to grab onto the recliner handles to support her massive body in orgasmic bliss - good thing for her that she was hooked up to a feeding machine, one that she used her ex-husband's money to buy for the restaurant, so she didn't have to stop eating for a second. I wasn't satisfied no matter how much my love ate until I could work my magic tongue on her.
Soon I realized that the reason I couldn't hear her moans was that my ears were smothered by her fat thighs jiggling all around my head; I heard almost nothing, being virtually sensory-deprived, and with my hands and feet tied behind my back, I couldn't move and didn't want to. It turns out she was deafening the room with her ecstatic moans - I had a feeling this wasn't her first orgasm - and the only thing slowing her down was her insatiable appetite. It felt so rewarding to worship her beautiful body as I tongued her to the end of an orgasm, not knowing how many I gave my fat goddess.
As her moaning died down, clearly I could tell she wasn't quite satisfied - and neither was I, of course. As much as I loved servicing Saundra, I had needs, too, ones that I couldn't imagine anyone fulfilling better than my Saundra. She was assisted out of her recliner to her feet by four strong men, and as she looked down on me, tied up and in my undies, she smiled, a stack of cookies in one hand.
Between bites, she looked into my desperate eyes, saying, "I bet you're just thrilled with that performance, aren't you?" I nodded and prepared to speak - she cut me off. "You speak when Saundra says it's OK. I make the rules - not some little man who feeds me. Do you understand?"
"Yes, my love," I replied without a second thought.
"Good," she confidently stated. "That's what I like to hear. But just to make it clear, I think I need to show you who's in charge."
She grabbed me and lifted me to my feet - for a large woman, she was very strong, and within seconds, I was on my feet, with my wrists and ankles bound. I looked her beautiful body over as she turned me around - she was nude, the way I wanted her from the beginning - and it took everything I had not to continue pleasuring her sweet pussy with my tongue. I worshipped her, and she knew it. Anything she wanted was hers, and I was the man to give it to her.
She pulled down my underwear, exposing my ass and my rock-hard cock, standing at attention for my angel, and she turned me around, facing away from her - I didn't get the chance to look at her anymore, and I knew she liked remaining a mystery to me for now.
She smacked me across the ass, and I could almost hear her big body shake as she spanked me. Her hand was firm and commanding, and with every smack across my slut ass, I felt myself becoming more and more hers.
She was feeding her face between spankings, knowing I was hers; I melted as she roughed me up. By this point, my underwear was around my ankles, and my ass was turning red from the spankings.
"You like when I slap your skinny little ass, don't you?" I did, and I told her I did - I never wanted anything more. "I just like to remind you who makes the rules. You know who makes the rules, right, baby?"
"You do, my love," I sweetly told her.
"That's what I like to hear," putting a little more emphasis on the last word as she swung at my ass again - this time with a paddle. I almost fell forward from the force of the swing, so she undid my wrist ties and placed my hands in chains that were rigged from the ceiling. She was even more forceful with her paddle, clearly just looking to hurt me - and I loved it. I shook my ass for her, and it only encouraged her; the paddlings became faster and harder. I would have done anything she wanted; it didn't matter to me.
She had a worker undo my ankle ties and slide off my underwear, and another escorted me, wrists still bound, across a table. I was placed on my back, my ass still stinging from the punishment.
One of the workers flipped a switch, and the table was reinforced - I felt it getting steadier below me. Soon, my wrists were chained to the edge of the table, and I looked up at Saundra, standing before me with a smile on her face and a handful of cake.
"You know how important sex is to a woman like me, right?" I knew exactly how important it was - not sure how she expected me to please her in this position, but I knew she had something in mind. "Now, you know a real man lets his lady get on top, right?"
"Yes, my love," I managed, as she put all her weight on me. I thought she was going to crush me - and if she did, it was the most erotic moment of my life.
She straddled my cock, which had never left its rock-hard standing-at-attention position, and she started letting me fuck her. She rode me like an experienced woman - I'd never let a girl get on top of me like this, but she knew exactly what she was doing, and I loved how her enormous breasts smothered me - and the only thing I wished was that I had my hands free so I could feel her voluptuous ass.
She made me feel incredible, and I knew I was doing the same to her - she actually put the cake down just to fuck me. I was going so deep into her pussy, the same one I had tongued to ecstasy earlier, and I knew she decided that I deserved this - even if it was more for her insatiable appetite than for her new boy toy and feeder.
I lost all sense of time, and we climaxed at almost the same point; I felt an incredible rush as I came inside her, listening to her loud moans as she cried out in intense pleasure. I forced my cock all the way into her, trying to make her feel as great as I did at that moment, and I think I succeeded - as the orgasm died down, I saw her look into my eyes and smile.
She kissed my lips, the first time we had kissed, and I told her how in love with her I was. She told me the same, and she kissed my neck as she was helped down by some of the workers. She turned, facing away from me, and jiggled her ass for me as she returned to the newly-stocked buffet. I found out that another buffet had all their food transported here for my Saundra, who re-assumed her position in the recliner under the feeding machine.
She stayed there all night, eating all the food delivered from eight buffets in town and several fast-food places she managed to close. I wrote all the managers checks for the evening, and when they scheduled to open for the next day's business, I hauled a sleeping Saundra out of the restaurant and into my home, where she belonged - with me.
As she slept, I took care of a little business, checking on my business earnings, cleaning her up, ordering her a new recliner and daily trash service from our home, and making sure the house was stocked with her favorite foods. I also called a wedding coordinator, knowing Saundra would agree to marry me in a heartbeat, and arranged for a supersize cake for the reception - apparently, this took every cake specialist within 50 miles to build and would set a world record...and I couldn't wait for my love to dive into it...
Saundra
by Luv Gaining Ladies
by Luv Gaining Ladies
[Author's Note: This is my first work of fiction for the community. It's a bit of an experiment...I hope everyone enjoys reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it.]
I clicked on the e-mail I just got in response to my posting on Craigslist, and even with all the pretty words she used, I wasn't expecting much. I had been disappointed before, so the idea that I could meet a lady who could keep up with my desire to fatten her to immense proportions was just a pipe dream of mine. I should probably just concentrate on my investments and my business...besides, she was 31 and I was only 22, so how great could she be?
She did leave her phone number, though, so I decided to give it a shot. She must have been sitting on the phone.
Her name was Saundra, and she sounded heavenly. I could tell she was eating something sweet - she told me she loved cake - and we talked for over an hour, during which time I was fantasizing about her on the other end eating an enormous banquet-size cake.
She was full of surprises, though - she told me that a few times. It turned me on even more to think about the things she wasn't telling me - I knew her name, her history, and what she did for a living - she owned an internet-based cookie business, and she joked that she ate more than she sold. At least she said she was joking; she ate nonstop during our chat.
I got a good mental picture of her - black, shoulder-length hair, about 5'11" and voluptuous - but she wouldn't tell me her weight. I even opened up to her - I'm a bit on the heavy side, sure, but only because the girls I have over don't finish their cake, and someone has to eat it - but she didn't even give a hint.
She was all I could think about that night. I tried to focus on work, but all that crossed my mind was my chat with Saundra. She was so tempting, and I wanted to make the day perfect.
So I finished up baking her cake - a large, four-tiered chocolate dream that the recipe said served 150 - and as I finished icing it, the doorbell rang. Hopefully, this was it...she sounded fantastic on the phone, and she did tell me she was nude while she talked to me.
I opened the door, and I looked over a beautiful, busty, delicious woman. Her arms, thighs, and legs had sweet rolls of fat hanging off them, and her belly was a beautiful mound of fat that I could just melt into. Her chocolate skin was flawless, and her body jiggled so sexily. She shook her goods for me right outside my door, and I loved seeing it.
She didn't seem embarrassed at all either despite being dressed only in a bra and panties. The panties covered her gigantic ass, and her breasts looked like they were barely contained by the bra. "I got all dressed up for you," she said, smiling. "I hope you think I look good." Of course she looks good - I told her that. "Good, because I don't usually dress up. This and another pair of panties is all the clothes I own."
I looked her beautiful body over and told her I loved the way she dressed - she wasn't too provocative at all. I'm used to girls coming over in sweats; she was refreshing. Before I knew it, she surprised me again - she took off her bra, revealing two gorgeous, dangling breasts that were definitely too big for a bra that size. I was ready to ask her what size her bra was - but she rolled it up and tossed it in the lake. Smiling, she walked into my apartment, telling me, "Now I just own two pairs of panties. You're lucky; I never wear them except for guys I like."
She jiggled her ass for me some more as she sat down in my oversized recliner - it dwarfs most of my guests; Saundra looked like she needed a bigger one. "Oh, and by the way...the answer is six twenty-five." I wasn't sure what the question was - she was telling me her weight - 625 pounds. She talked a little bit about how her ex-husband tried to make her diet - she said she was practically starved to death to reach 250 pounds - and ever since then, she's been using his money to fund her cookie business and get fat again.
She took one look at the cake and licked her chops; I offered her a plate and a fork, and she declined both - she said silverware was for chumps, and real women eat with their hands. I was in love - and then I asked her how hungry she was.
"I'm starved, baby." She shoved a handful of cake into her mouth. "I just had a light breakfast - two dozen donuts, four pounds of bacon, a dozen eggs, and a tray of cookies." I was melting - and I loved her description of that mountain of food as a 'light breakfast.' She said she knew I was baking for her.
"This can't be it, though, right?" Wait - she intends to finish a cake this size and still be hungry? "You have another one of these waiting for me when I finish, don't you? Actually, make that about four of them; I'm starved. And call me some pizza, will you?"
I called for cake delivery - a few pre-made store cakes should tide her over until I could get a caterer to prepare a proper tray of cakes. I told the baker I had a party of 625 - I didn't tell him that was Saundra's weight, and the food was all for her. He agreed to make a giant cake for that many people - and then I winked as I told him that everyone wanted two slices. If Saundra hadn't been busy starting on the second tier of her cake, she would have smiled at me.
I ran out and got her some cakes - and just for good measure, some donuts, too. I stopped by two bakeries - all their cakes and all their donuts should tide her over until the baker gets done with the super-cake. Then, assuming she's still hungry, I'll order pizza - I ask her how many she wants.
I don't quite understand her response as I come back to see her polishing off the last of what looked like a roast chicken. "I hope you don't mind, I had a friend order me a chicken. I needed something to take the edge off." Almost immediately, Saundra dives into the donuts - I counted about 15 dozen donuts and ten small cakes; I asked her if she thought she'd be hungry for the super-cake. She didn't even dignify me with a response, instead shoving anything she could find in her mouth. I could see the waistline on her panties expanding; it was no wonder she owned only two pair - she did tell me that she threw out pairs that she busted.
Finally, the super-cake arrived, and not a moment too soon; Saundra finished off the last of the cakes and donuts and had dug into my pantry, shoveling in a box of peanut butter cookies I saved for myself. I usually enjoyed them one at a time; Saundra stacked six on top of each other and ate them in one bite, barely coming up for air.
I didn't want my fat goddess to have to leave her recliner, so I escorted her back to it as I set the cake in front of her. She paused for a minute, looked it over, and said, "By the way, to answer your question - make it twenty pizzas. Large. With everything. And call the Chinese buffet and tell them Saundra's coming." I asked her if she eats like this at home - she never gets full, she says. It makes me wonder how she only weighs 625 eating like this - then I remember she's put on over 350 pounds in just one year, a record she intends to break this year.
She jiggled and shook as she piled in that cake - it was so hot watching her gorge. I sat back and sipped a glass of milk; she guzzled it straight from the gallon. I did as she asked - called a Chinese place that she mentioned and told her Saundra was coming; they told me they would close the restaurant and bring in all their cooks for the evening.
She dribbled icing onto her bare breasts - and called me over as she did, smiling as if to tell me she did it on purpose. She looked down at the frosting as if to tell me something - and as she subtlely commanded, I licked it off her breast, and no sooner did I lick it off than she dropped more on - and licked it off herself. Between shoveling cake in her mouth, she tongued her nipples - she was driving me absolutely wild. She shook her enormous breasts - telling me her bra was a triple-X cup and didn't fit them - and continued to play with her nipples. I was mesmerized. She was insanely gorgeous - so fat, so voluptuous, and so tempting - it was everything I could do not to tear her panties off and ride her right there. I doubt she would have stopped me...but she looked down at me as she said, "Wait until after I finish with the Chinese buffet. I'll blow your mind."
She finished the cake like it was an appetizer, licking the last bits of frosting off her fingers, and no sooner did she finish than I presented her with the first of her pizzas - she said twenty was plenty, but I knew she was lying and ordered fifty - and she made quick work of the first. I had no idea how she packed so much pizza into her mouth, but she did, and within minutes, I was staring at ten empty boxes - good thing I ordered extra.
I started working on stacking her pizzas one on top of the other the way she liked them - four pizzas at once was no trouble for Saundra. I knew she said she was going to close the Chinese buffet, but at this rate, I wouldn't be surprised to see her close every one in town. So as she stuffed her beautiful face, I called up some other buffet restaurants - turns out my Saundra has quite a reputation around town. For a thousand bucks, they call in their cooks, prepare all the food they have in their kitchen, and let her gorge to her heart's content.
She licked her fingers as she finished her last pizza, looking at me as if to tell me she was still starved, so I handed her a gallon of ice cream. I also told her the buffet was ready - but I didn't tell her which one; I had eight of them expecting her.
I loved her car - an oversized truck that she steered with a special steering wheel - and tinted windows so no one could see her driving topless, not that she minded showing off her big breasts. She told me every cop in the city is a secret fat-worshipper and she never gets in trouble; I was so glad to have so much to worship - I could see her panties stretched to the limit already. They fit so comfortably when she arrived - I had a feeling she'd be out of them soon. Three-hundred-fifty pounds gained in one year, she said--
"And I was just getting warmed up." She said that with barely any hint of sarcasm. "I took it easy for the first year after my divorce; besides, I had to be up and moving around for all that cookie-baking. Besides," and she looked sweetly at me as she said this, "I love pigging out for a man who appreciates what a real woman can do. And you're the first I've met who doesn't act ashamed of it." I'm a man who knows what he wants and chases it; I want to make her fat and happy, and I know she wants to be fat and happy.
As I escort my love into the first buffet, which has been closed for the occasion, I gladly write the manager a check for $1,000 and seat Saundra in her throne, an oversized recliner that looks like the one I have in my own home. Before she sits, though, she slides down her ripping panties, tossing them to the cook and saying, "I won't be needing these anymore." She was unshaven, and she let me look as long as I liked - even asking, "You ever use your tongue on a woman my size, sweetheart?" I hadn't - not too many of my dates enjoyed me going down on them the way Saundra claimed she did, and as she spread her legs and called me over, she directed me to my knees.
I stripped to my underwear and knelt before her fat, beautiful body; I spread apart her fat thighs and slid my head in between them. The wait staff helped her shovel food into her mouth as I started working on pleasing her with my tongue - she tasted amazing and looked even better. I got a few moans out of her as I started working; she still seemed more interested in her food than in what I was up to.
Saundra ordered my hands tied as I ate her out; I didn't mind a bit - she was the queen, and I wanted to do everything for her. I stayed between her legs for as long as she liked, and I tongued her fast, deep, and without end. I could feel her reaching orgasm as I licked - I searched for her g-spot and concentrated on it; with every lashing of my tongue over her g-spot, she moaned louder and jiggled. I noticed in my limited vision that she was eating food right off her breasts.
She licked and sucked the delicious sauces off her gorgeous breasts as I licked and sucked her fat, sweet pussy, wanting her to scream as she gorged. I heard some moaning, but it wasn't enough to distract me from my task; I wanted her to startle people blocks away with her screams as she had to grab onto the recliner handles to support her massive body in orgasmic bliss - good thing for her that she was hooked up to a feeding machine, one that she used her ex-husband's money to buy for the restaurant, so she didn't have to stop eating for a second. I wasn't satisfied no matter how much my love ate until I could work my magic tongue on her.
Soon I realized that the reason I couldn't hear her moans was that my ears were smothered by her fat thighs jiggling all around my head; I heard almost nothing, being virtually sensory-deprived, and with my hands and feet tied behind my back, I couldn't move and didn't want to. It turns out she was deafening the room with her ecstatic moans - I had a feeling this wasn't her first orgasm - and the only thing slowing her down was her insatiable appetite. It felt so rewarding to worship her beautiful body as I tongued her to the end of an orgasm, not knowing how many I gave my fat goddess.
As her moaning died down, clearly I could tell she wasn't quite satisfied - and neither was I, of course. As much as I loved servicing Saundra, I had needs, too, ones that I couldn't imagine anyone fulfilling better than my Saundra. She was assisted out of her recliner to her feet by four strong men, and as she looked down on me, tied up and in my undies, she smiled, a stack of cookies in one hand.
Between bites, she looked into my desperate eyes, saying, "I bet you're just thrilled with that performance, aren't you?" I nodded and prepared to speak - she cut me off. "You speak when Saundra says it's OK. I make the rules - not some little man who feeds me. Do you understand?"
"Yes, my love," I replied without a second thought.
"Good," she confidently stated. "That's what I like to hear. But just to make it clear, I think I need to show you who's in charge."
She grabbed me and lifted me to my feet - for a large woman, she was very strong, and within seconds, I was on my feet, with my wrists and ankles bound. I looked her beautiful body over as she turned me around - she was nude, the way I wanted her from the beginning - and it took everything I had not to continue pleasuring her sweet pussy with my tongue. I worshipped her, and she knew it. Anything she wanted was hers, and I was the man to give it to her.
She pulled down my underwear, exposing my ass and my rock-hard cock, standing at attention for my angel, and she turned me around, facing away from her - I didn't get the chance to look at her anymore, and I knew she liked remaining a mystery to me for now.
She smacked me across the ass, and I could almost hear her big body shake as she spanked me. Her hand was firm and commanding, and with every smack across my slut ass, I felt myself becoming more and more hers.
She was feeding her face between spankings, knowing I was hers; I melted as she roughed me up. By this point, my underwear was around my ankles, and my ass was turning red from the spankings.
"You like when I slap your skinny little ass, don't you?" I did, and I told her I did - I never wanted anything more. "I just like to remind you who makes the rules. You know who makes the rules, right, baby?"
"You do, my love," I sweetly told her.
"That's what I like to hear," putting a little more emphasis on the last word as she swung at my ass again - this time with a paddle. I almost fell forward from the force of the swing, so she undid my wrist ties and placed my hands in chains that were rigged from the ceiling. She was even more forceful with her paddle, clearly just looking to hurt me - and I loved it. I shook my ass for her, and it only encouraged her; the paddlings became faster and harder. I would have done anything she wanted; it didn't matter to me.
She had a worker undo my ankle ties and slide off my underwear, and another escorted me, wrists still bound, across a table. I was placed on my back, my ass still stinging from the punishment.
One of the workers flipped a switch, and the table was reinforced - I felt it getting steadier below me. Soon, my wrists were chained to the edge of the table, and I looked up at Saundra, standing before me with a smile on her face and a handful of cake.
"You know how important sex is to a woman like me, right?" I knew exactly how important it was - not sure how she expected me to please her in this position, but I knew she had something in mind. "Now, you know a real man lets his lady get on top, right?"
"Yes, my love," I managed, as she put all her weight on me. I thought she was going to crush me - and if she did, it was the most erotic moment of my life.
She straddled my cock, which had never left its rock-hard standing-at-attention position, and she started letting me fuck her. She rode me like an experienced woman - I'd never let a girl get on top of me like this, but she knew exactly what she was doing, and I loved how her enormous breasts smothered me - and the only thing I wished was that I had my hands free so I could feel her voluptuous ass.
She made me feel incredible, and I knew I was doing the same to her - she actually put the cake down just to fuck me. I was going so deep into her pussy, the same one I had tongued to ecstasy earlier, and I knew she decided that I deserved this - even if it was more for her insatiable appetite than for her new boy toy and feeder.
I lost all sense of time, and we climaxed at almost the same point; I felt an incredible rush as I came inside her, listening to her loud moans as she cried out in intense pleasure. I forced my cock all the way into her, trying to make her feel as great as I did at that moment, and I think I succeeded - as the orgasm died down, I saw her look into my eyes and smile.
She kissed my lips, the first time we had kissed, and I told her how in love with her I was. She told me the same, and she kissed my neck as she was helped down by some of the workers. She turned, facing away from me, and jiggled her ass for me as she returned to the newly-stocked buffet. I found out that another buffet had all their food transported here for my Saundra, who re-assumed her position in the recliner under the feeding machine.
She stayed there all night, eating all the food delivered from eight buffets in town and several fast-food places she managed to close. I wrote all the managers checks for the evening, and when they scheduled to open for the next day's business, I hauled a sleeping Saundra out of the restaurant and into my home, where she belonged - with me.
As she slept, I took care of a little business, checking on my business earnings, cleaning her up, ordering her a new recliner and daily trash service from our home, and making sure the house was stocked with her favorite foods. I also called a wedding coordinator, knowing Saundra would agree to marry me in a heartbeat, and arranged for a supersize cake for the reception - apparently, this took every cake specialist within 50 miles to build and would set a world record...and I couldn't wait for my love to dive into it...
