“Little slut, aren’t you?” he rasped directly into my ear. “What little whore doesn’t wear panties? Nasty little cumbuckets, that’s who.”
The words should have made me so angry, should have turned me off, they were so demeaning. But instead, I only wanted it more, the heat inside ramping up a million degrees because yeah, tonight I wanted to be a man’s cumbucket. I wanted to throw my inhibitions to the wind and become a receptacle for a strange male, to let him finger me everywhere, touch where he wanted, using my body until I collapsed.
“Oh yeah Daddy,” I breathed, cunt dripping wildly. “I’m your cumbucket, only yours.”
He grunted in back of me, that thick, hot dick brushing my ass again.
“Not tonight, you’re not, you’re just a fingerholster tonight. But later, I promise,” he whispered into my ear again. “Later baby girl.”
And with that the big man began his exploration once more.
“Mmm, I like,” he ground out, low for my ears only. “I like a lot.”
I whined slightly, wiggling my butt. Because the man was stroking my curvy rump, running his fingers over that ass before gripping the flesh and squeezing hard, making me jump. Oh god, it felt so good as he kneaded and massaged, and I held perfectly still, letting him touch wherever he wanted, wild and wanton.
“I’m not even there yet,” he rumbled, deep voice amused and smooth. “I haven’t even touched Wonderland yet. But we’re getting there.”
Because slowly, oh so slowly, his fingers began to worm their way in. No, not into my vaginal channel, not yet. Instead, he put two fingers against the small of my back, pointing downwards, and began a slow slide vertically. That’s right, he pushed two digits down my back and slid right into my butt crack making my eyes fly open. Was this really happening? Was this man really reaching down deep between my ass cheeks, slightly sweaty and plump? Was he really gonna to touch my anus, that nasty, private hole?
And oh yeah, but Donny’s not a man to hesitate. Because in one fell swoop, that huge hand was buried between my butt cheeks, the mounds of flesh squeezing him tight. And pausing for a moment, the big man enjoyed it, wiggling his fingers as heavy buttocks clamped around him.
“I love a woman with extra curves,” he rasped into my ear. “And fuck baby, but you’ve got ‘em.”
My entire body went hot then, pussy streaming wetly. Because oh yeah, I’m a big girl and sometimes it’s not easy. Sometimes it’s embarrassing if the space between restaurant tables is a little small, or if you have to ask for the seatbelt extender on the plane. But now, his words made me feel so wanted, so desirable and utterly female. Because I was doing something a skinny chick couldn’t. My ass is so generous, my rump so big that he could bury two fingers inside and get lost in the clamminess, the ginormous mounds eating him up.
But Donny didn’t stop there.
“Sorry baby girl,” he panted into my ear. “But Daddy doesn’t have time for playing with your back hole now, I gotta fuck the good stuff.”
Because his fingers slid lower, lower, all the way through my butt cheeks until they stroked my pussy. And once there, I sighed gustily, eyes drifting shut, whole body going weak. Because those digits caressed my lips, touching the soft swollen folds, sampling the slickness that oozed from my honey hole just for him. Oh god, it felt so good, but to my utter dismay, a hot rush of goo gushed out just then, filling his palm with desire.
“Oh!” I cried out, half-twisting with humiliation. “Oh!”
I wasn’t sure what I was going to do, pull away and show everyone my naked pussy, flashing female assets at the crowd? It was so embarrassing to be this wet, like I was some kind of oozing lagoon.
But the big man pinned me in place with an arm across my lower back effortlessly, making it impossible to move.
“Naw baby girl,” he rumbled. “This is what I live for, I love female honey. Do it again,” he commanded.
And to my embarrassment, I did. The ambrosia was running like a waterfall between my legs now and at his words, another giant gush came rolling out, over-filling his palm. My ears flamed, face so hot. Oh god, oh god, I was such a slut, such a whore creaming like this for a man I didn’t even know. I stood stock still, trembling with combined lust and embarrassment, mind pinging in a dozen different directions. Was this really me? Was this really happening? Who was this man again? What was I doing here?
But Donny didn’t give me time to snap back to reality. Instead those magic fingers kept going, taking me for a ride. Chuckling darkly, he started caressing me for real. Up and down, up and down, his fingers stroked my swollen labia in a rhythmic fashion, making me squirm, each brush against my clit so tantalizing, shivers running through my cunt. And oh fuck, but my clit grew like a monster. I have a huge one when aroused, it’s two inches long, sticking out from my labia and I squealed as he brushed it.
Because oh yeah, the strange man behind me pinched it once, making me shriek, before settling into a deep pussy rub, currents of electricity running through my frame, cunt weak with need.
“Ah!” I cried out involuntarily, knees buckling. “Ah!”
The arm around my waist tightened, supporting me. But Donny wanted more.
“Hold onto the bannister,” he ground harshly into my ear. “Hold onto the bannister and spread ‘em.”
Like a woman in a trance, I did as commanded. Wobbly and breathing fast, I gripped the railing, leaning my shoulders forwards like I was trying to get closer to the music and subtly spread my legs. Was it good? Was it what he wanted? A dose of reality hit me for a sec and I came to, startled. Oh my god, I’m a curvy girl and he could feel exactly how big I was down there. No thin, skinny thighs, no flat pancake butt. I’m all about huge ham hocks for legs, dimpled and sweet and a giant butt, the better to shake. In fact, I’d already shaken it and bumped into his dick by accident, my real estate was so significant.
But evidently Donny liked what he saw because as I spread, he rumbled deep in his throat.
“Yeah, just like that,” the masculine rasp came. “Fuck yeah.”
I melted. Okay, so the man wasn’t exactly poetic but I didn’t care. He liked what he saw judging from the way his hand was touching me again, and I swallowed a choked gasp, body rippling with shudders. Because oh god, oh god, it felt so right to have his fingers on my twat, massaging my hole, slipping all over my secret space before niggling my clit again, making my whole body thrum.
But I didn’t come here just for an external massage. I wanted a deep fingering, I wanted a man in me, even if it was his hand and not his dick. So swallowing thickly, I bumped my butt suggestively against his cock again, making the big man shudder.
“Inside big boy?” I murmured throatily, spreading my thighs a little more. “Put it inside?”
A low chuckle rang in my ear.
“Fuck, you’re nasty aren’t you?” he ground out in a whisper. “But of course, happy to deliver sweet thang.”
And with that, his finger made its first entrance into my secret space. I threw my head back and moaned, unable to keep it in. Oh god, it felt so good, pussy spreading slightly, opening a bit to its first taste of man. Oh god, wet juices leaked from my hole, lubing the way, making the alpha chuckle harshly again.