I watch her hips swaying as I guide her through the shopping centre. Her jet-black hair is hidden under a tight-fitting, poison-green dress that clings to her beautiful, full body. Her body is divine. I can see her bottom swaying gently through the tight dress. It looks like she’s wearing a thong. Further up, I can see two folds of skin, and then the outline of her bra. Her outfit leaves little to the imagination. In a reflective window, I catch a glimpse of her amazing breasts. She turns left into a fashion store. ‘Here we have everything a larger woman could want,’ screams the advertisement in the window. I follow her inside, delighted to see that she heads for the lingerie department.
From a distance, I see her taking bras in large sizes from the rack and examining them closely. I walk up to her and ask, “Are you buying those for your lucky husband?” She stops pulling at the garments. “Hmm. Maybe, I don’t know… I like this one, and this one is beautiful too,’ she says, holding up another bra. “God, you must look beautiful and sexy in something like that,” I say. I imagine myself as Hank. She holds out her hand. ‘Alaia,’ she says. She looks at both bras again. ‘Such a beautiful woman deserves beautiful clothes. Are you going to try them on?” I ask her. She smiles. “Well, thank you. You really like them, don’t you?” she says, pushing her breasts towards me. ‘If you want to approve them, you’ll have to buy them for me,’ she says. She offers. My interest is piqued. She has a pretty face with full cheeks, dark eyes, and an upper lip enhanced with a little silicone.
The mere thought of her wearing them makes me restless, and I push my pelvis forward slightly. ‘Okay, deal, but I bet you look fantastic in everything or nothing.’ She shakes her head, her big afro bouncing. “Oh, you’re so bad,” she laughs. ‘Okay, Hank, we have a deal. I’ll try them on with the matching knickers. You pay, you approve them, and then they’re mine.” We look at each other for a moment, and I wonder how her husband is doing. I break the silence. ‘Well?’ I ask. ‘Just let me find the bottoms, then I’ll disappear into the changing room. You come with me.” She walks away from me towards the underwear section. A moment later, she heads towards the changing rooms. On the way, she looks at me again. “Oh, I don’t know. I don’t know you, Hank. Hank… I’d feel uncomfortable and bad…” She pauses. “But it could also be a lot of fun.”
I get the impression that Alaia is just a horny woman who wants to earn some extra money to make her husband happy. She walks towards me. “Okay, come with me to the changing room.” I follow her, staring at her bottom. My hard-on must be visible through my shiny Adidas tracksuit bottoms. She goes to the changing cubicles, and I close the curtain behind me. I lean against Alaia and try to kiss her, but she pushes me back. “Wait…” She turns around. “Can you unzip it?” She lets the dress slide off her shoulders, and a moment later, it falls from her bottom. Her sexy body appears as she lets the dress fall to the floor. She then takes off her bra and shakes her breasts towards the mirror. She turns around and looks at me. She shakes her breasts again.
I have no idea what size they are, but my God, they’re big and beautiful. Her nipples are slightly lighter than her skin colour. She moves her torso again, causing her breasts to sway back and forth as she looks me in the eyes. I look at her lips. Would she be a better kisser with those thick, plumped-up lips? Then she picks up the first bra, a salmon pink one. “Help me with the hooks.” As she turns around, she quickly kisses me on the cheek. There are four rows of hooks to keep everything in place. I peek at the label: 120H! Alaia pulls on the shoulder straps. I let my hands slide down her sides, and she pushes her bottom back against my crotch. I slide my hands up her stomach and cup her breasts. I’ve never held breasts this large in my hands before. I can feel her nipples against my palms and I squeeze them gently.
Looking in the mirror, I see that she has closed her eyes. ‘You look amazing,’ I say, stepping back a little. ‘Now your knickers,’ I whisper. She grinned at me. ‘You’re driving me crazy…’ she says, pushing her thong down. Using one hand, she pulls the crotch of her knickers between her bottoms. ‘You’re doing something to me. Smell — I’m wet.” I swallow and smell the spicy scent of her vagina. She picks up the matching knickers and steps into them one leg at a time. “Kneel!” See if they fit me. Otherwise, I’ll get chafing.’ I kneel down and run my fingers over the panties. I run my fingers along the edges, of course taking the opportunity to press the fabric between her labia. “Naughty man,” she says softly. She says softly. ‘Well? Do you like it?’ She asks for my opinion. “I hope that dazed look on your face is a good sign,” she says. ‘Jesus Christ, you’re so fucking beautiful.’ I rub my cock, which is at full strength, through my trousers. I look her in the eyes and pull her bra cup up slightly. “You have beautiful nipples.” She moans. “Oh, Hank, you’re so cheeky, aren’t you?” With my hands still on her breasts, she reaches up to caress the bra cups. “This material is so nice.”
Staring at Alaia’s voluptuous breasts, I let my fingers slide along the sides of her bra and admire the material once again. Then I slide my hands over the cups and squeeze her breasts hard. She took a deep, rasping breath. “Oh, Hank, no, not yet,” she whispered, throwing her head back and arching her back as she pulled her body closer to mine. ‘You know, my husband is always in a hurry. He gets his clothes off, gets hard and fucks. You take your time.” If only she knew… She’s married, I realised, and I slowed down and stood up. “You’re so beautiful,” I whispered, kissing her and pushing the tip of my tongue into her mouth. Suddenly, Alaia looked at me, grabbed my head, and pushed her tongue into my mouth. A passionate married woman kissing a stranger. I knew something else was going to happen. She moaned and pushed me away. ‘Oh honey, we can’t do this. It’s madness.”
Before she can say anything else, I reach up and unclip her bra. Her breasts fall down, and I grab and squeeze them hard — they’re so soft and big. I bend forward and take her right nipple into my mouth. ‘Oh,’ Alaia moans. I close my lips around her left nipple and lick her areola with my tongue, making her nipple stiffen immediately. I stroke the tip with my tongue. Alaia gasps. “Oh my God,” she moans. Her fingers slid through my hair, moving slowly and massaging. Her nails scratch my neck. After a moment, she tightened her grip and guided me to her other breast. Meanwhile, I caressed her bottom with both hands, thinking about what to do with my hard cock next. “Oh my God,” I moaned. She pulled my face away from her breasts and we looked at each other. Alaia was breathing heavily, her bare breasts glistening with my saliva and rising and falling with each breath. “Ooh, Hank,” she said. “I want you to fuck me with your big cock.”
Hearing those words from a stranger sent a rush of lust through my body. I pushed down my sweatpants and freed my hard cock. She turned away from me, bent over and pulled the crotch of her shorts aside, waiting for me to take her. I took my cock in my left fist. ‘Is this what you want, honey?’ I asked. “Do you want this in your married pussy?”
Alaia looked at me through the mirror. ‘Yes, I want it. Take me. Fill me with your white cock!” I position myself and slide my cockhead between her thick labia. ‘Yes!’ she hisses, and I push my cock inside her. She moans. She moves forward, leans her right hand against the wall and I feel her other hand on her pussy. She strokes her clitoris and caresses my balls. I push my cock back in as far as it will go, watching her bottom wrinkle as I thrust. My cock disappears between her dark labia. She slowly pushes back, taking all of me inside her in one smooth motion. We both moan with pleasure. “Holy fuck, baby.” Alaia slowly slides back and forth. I grab her amazing tits with my hands. Looking at us in the mirror, I see a blonde, tattooed white construction worker fucking a sturdy Surinamese woman. She pushes me away and looks at me. “I’m going to sit on the bench!” I obey. She pushes my legs together, moves forward, and positions herself on my cock. I grab her bottom and suck her hard nipples, feeling her pussy squeeze my cock. “Oh yes, my pussy is wet and I want to cum on your cock. Let me cum. Fuck me, Hank.”
Alaia moves her hips, looking for her own pleasure. I start sliding my throbbing cock into her. She grips me tightly as I thrust into her. “Oh, honey, give me everything!” Alaia moans, starting to bounce and ride me. “God, this is going to be so fucking delicious!”
“Jesus, Alaia, what a delicious body you have!” She rocks her hips to turn me on, and I start moving in and out of her with slow, steady thrusts. Alaia moaned and moved her hips to meet my thrusts. Her hands are on my shoulders. “Is that good?” I asked. “Oh, honey, it feels amazing, but fuck me hard. I’m so horny,’ she replied.
My cock floats in and out of her, making slurping noises in this beautiful woman’s pussy. Her huge breasts wobble sensually, but when I speed up, they go wild. I want to suck them while I fuck Alaia, but I can’t. ‘Oh, Hank, you’re fucking me so deliciously,’ says Alaia. “Kiss me.” I lean forward and our tongues touch. Then we both look down. Her dark brown labia are stretched tightly and cling to my white cock. “Oh, honey,” she says. “Look how your cock is sliding into my pussy. You make me feel so damn good, Hank.’ I just can’t believe we’re doing this. Don’t you dare stop. You’re fucking me so well.” Alaia’s voice grows hoarse. “Oh yes, Hank, give it to me. You shouldn’t be doing this to a married woman, so make it worth it. Let’s cum together. I want your cum inside me for my husband,” she moans. “Fuck me, honey. Ram your hard cock into my pussy!” The beast was unleashed deep inside me!
Then it all happened so fast. She started licking my ear; I moaned, arched my back, tightened my arse, and shot my load into her pussy. Alaia lowered her knees and leaned her full weight onto my thighs — I couldn’t go any deeper. I filled her with my cum as I convulsed. Suddenly, the naughty woman jumped off me, crawled between my knees, and started jerking my cock. The last few drops landed on Alaia’s face. They splattered onto her beautiful lips, and she moaned as she licked them off. I couldn’t believe how much cum I had shot, and Alaia couldn’t either. “Jesus Christ, Hank. I’m so full, and you fuck so deliciously,” she said, looking at my still-stiff cock.
Then there was a cough behind the curtain. ‘Are you ready? I want to try some, too,’ she says nervously. I look at Alaia, who is grinning, and she gets up. I pull up my trousers and help her out of her bra. Once she has put her dress back on, we step out of the cubicle, holding hands. Behind the curtain, there is a young girl looking at us sheepishly. I count both sets, and Alaia gives me a kiss. “Horny guy!”
Outside, she takes my hand and writes her mobile number on it.
