3 comments/ 32344 views/ 1 favorites Out of My League By: petitelove I was what most would call the typical wallflower type; my appearance was never my main concern. Mind you, my clothes fit my physique, but not as well as they could of. I was 6' even and spent a lot less time than I should of tending to my loosely curly brown hair. My eyes were brown and someone had told me once I had a 'chiseled chin,' I was never quite sure what that meant, but it sounded good. I had recently joined the company's gym and was there for the first time, feeling a little self-conscious but determined to get in a good workout. I had heard it was a great stress reliever and man did I need that. Adam that worked in the office next to mine came up and we started chatting about this or that, nothing real. When all of a sudden he says, "Oh by the way, remember that woman that just started in accounting, the blonde?" "Remember how could I forget, those legs are always on my thighs, oops, mind." We laughed. "Well, this is your lucky day pal, she wants to meet you." "No shit", I replied. So, we worked out the fine points and he gave me some pointers on my courage, then suddenly, he was on the cell, and was talking to her. He looks at me and says, "7 tomorrow night good for you?" Somehow, I stumbled out a meek "yea". I had seen her around the office plenty of times but never really had the courage to speak to her. She was out of my league. I was so nervous I could almost feel myself shaking. Bethany was a stunning natural blonde and had a perfectly proportioned figure. I relaxed (as much as I could) as I rang her doorbell and when she answered, I was even more pleased with the way she looked. She wore a thin white blouse, which fit loosely, a black stonewashed jean skirt, which stopped above her knee, and high heel shoes. As I drove, I spent almost as much time looking at her as at the road. We went from one destination to another enjoying ourselves thoroughly at each place. As the night progressed, we relaxed and moved closer and closer. Our last stop was a small cafe to get a late night snack. As she sat across the table, I felt her foot gently caressing my leg. I stopped talking and moving for a second, then continued but in a different manner. I didn't discourage her from continuing so this went on for a few more minutes. Then she went to the ladies room and when she returned, something about her appearance had changed but I couldn't tell what it was. It was about 2 a.m. so I suggested that it was time that I drive her home. As she got up and we walked to the car I realized what she did to her appearance, she had removed her bra. The nipples of her firm 36" breasts gently poked through the blouse begging to be noticed. I let her in the car and walked around the other side and when I entered, I glanced at her and noticed that she had unbuttoned one button from her blouse, exposing the side of her breast almost completely. When she saw that I had noticed her, she moved toward me and we started kissing, slowly at first and then wildly while we ran our hands all over each others bodies. I unbuttoned all the buttons all the way down to her skirt then slipped my hand under her blouse and gently caressed her exposed breast while she unzipped by pants and ran her hands over my growing bulge. After what seemed like forever, we released each other. I realized we were still in the parking lot of the cafe but really didn't care too much if anyone was watching, but Bethany insisted we move to a more secluded location. Without getting dressed, we drove to her place. I stayed hard the whole way and when arrived my dick was aching to be let free. We entered and started kissing wildly and continued caressing each other in the entrance hall. We moved to the bedroom where she finally shed her blouse, displaying her treasure chest. She took off my shirt and I kissed my way down the front of her body until I reached her skirt. I unzipped it and continued kissing my way down. She was wearing a g-string with only a small piece of thin, see-through material covering her pussy. I kissed it gently and she let out a small moan of pleasure. I kissed my way back up and she gave me the same pleasure. She kissed me all the way down, unbuttoned my pants, and kissed every inch of my dick through my briefs. I could barely hold myself back from just thrusting my hot rod into her juicy hole. Nevertheless, I held back and we pressed our bodies together while we kissed. Then I felt her hand move to my ass and pull the briefs into my ass to make it look like a g-string. I moved my hands into the exact same position on her body as she moved along mine. Then she moved from my ass toward the front and she slipped her hand into my briefs, pulled them off, and pulled out my red meat. I did the same to her, took off her g-string, and exposed her moist inviting pussy. She wrapped her hand around my pulsing dick, moved down, and kissed the tip. I nearly exploded my load right then and there but I held back feeling the pleasure wave build. She put my tool in her mouth and sucked it hard and confidently. It was great. She moved away and I moved down to meet her pussy to return the favor. She laid on her back on the bed and I kissed her area at first then slowly moved in deeper and deeper with my tongue, exploring every inch inside her until she shivered in orgasm. Then she pulled me up to lick some of her juices off my lips and grabbed my dick, aimed it, and I plunged my rod into the waiting hole. We lay there motionless for a moment. We moved and rolled around while I was deep inside her. I very slowly started sliding my tool in and out and gradually accelerated the rate. Then, I felt her shiver in pleasure and kept that pace in order to keep the ecstasy going. Then she moaned as my dick swelled and pumped a huge load inside her. I stayed in her for a while to relax and enjoy the feeling of the hot pussy around my dick. After a few minutes, she got up, left the room, and returned with a can of whipped cream and sprayed it all over my dick and balls and I spread some all over her pussy. We lay there talking about the experience we just had and how much we enjoyed it. Then I felt myself getting big again, then she started licking off the cream and we rotated so that I could lick off her cream at the same time. We just kept right on sucking on each other long after the cream was gone. I explored her pussy while she sucked hard on my dick. I felt a pulse and the pleasure wave started moving through my body and released another load that, according to her, was good to the last drop. I kept on eating her until she climaxed. I didn't stop there we wanted more. I swore I would keep going until I could unload another round again. She worked constantly with my equipment to bring it back into the game. Then I rolled onto my back and she got on top and presented me with her breasts while she rode my dick. I loved the feeling of having her hug my dick with her pussy. We peaked at the same time and she collapsed on top of me and pressed her body on mine. Finally, we both relaxed and fell asleep around 5. This was the beginning of a long and interesting affair, which I will describe in episodes to follow. Out of My League I'm a big, fat girl, and not very pretty to boot. My friends in college, though, were gorgeous. They kept me around, mostly to take care of things--hold a purse, keep a table, get a different size dress, even guard the ladies' room door during one of their trysts. It's not that they were cruel, just thoughtless sometimes. I guess they felt entitled, and at times it seemed like everyone else agreed. Boys were just playthings, just like everything else. It was nice enough, I rationalized, better to have friends that ignored me than no friends. It's not like anyone was beating on my door. They did take me along to places I would never ever have gotten into otherwise: clubs, parties, concerts. Stacy was the biggest bombshell, spoiled rotten by her music executive father. She claimed she could get any guy she wanted, which seemed true. Meg was also stunning, with black hair, she was Stacy's polar opposite, though more into partying than anything else. Holly was the sweetest, a Senator's daughter. She only had steady boyfriends, no hook-ups. My experiences in sex had been limited to a few drunken events that I could barely remember. I'd only even been kissed a few times. They decided we were all going to Jamaica for Spring Break in our junior year. They didn't even ask me, just bought my tickets and took me along. Spring Break was crazy, as you can expect. They got lots and lots of attention. I spent the second night in the living room of our hotel suite as Meg had some guy over. The week went by with more of the same. I was starting to feel a little low. It happens sometimes. Every insult seemed to dig a little deeper, getting pushed out of the way for a mirror, watching their purses while they danced. One morning I was getting ready and when I came out from the bathroom, they all looked at me for an instant and then separated. We went to the beach, them wearing tiny bikinis and me in a giant one-piece. Sometimes two of them would break off and whisper to each other and toss little glances to me. As they lay out, the boys came flocking. Stacy made this one guy rub lotion on my back before she let him rub it on hers. Stacy isn't the kind of girl you say no to, so even though it was humiliating, I eventually gave in. They started talking about guys, and asking what kind of guy I liked. It was unusually cruel, even for them. They kept at it, pointing out hot guys who wouldn't even give me the time of day, making me say that I liked them. It bothered me. Finally this gorgeous hunk of man walked by and I said he was the one, hoping we could end this game. Minutes later Stacy left, following him. We hung out for awhile before Meg and Holly decided to wander and I came along, dutifully carrying Stacy's stuff. Late in the afternoon we stopped by a crowd and there was Stacy on stage with my guy, dancing. She saw us and waved, as if taunting me. I turned away immediately, knowing that night I would be alone and she would be in the next room enjoying his attentions. As I turned, my eyes caught Meg flashing a smile and a "thumbs up". As soon as she noticed me she acted nonchalant. We went back to the hotel and cleaned up and then went to dinner as Holly was treating. I was feeling unmotivated and didn't even bother to put on make-up or a nice top. They both got margaritas but ordered sweet tea for me, without even asking what I wanted. As we sat after dinner, Meg's cell rang and she glanced at me before jotting down some information. With a smile at Holly, she came over to me and blindfolded me with her scarf. I protested to no avail, and Holly soothed me. They took me by the hands and soon I was being led down the sidewalk. They deferred all my questions, just told me they had a surprise for me. After what seemed like a half an hour, we entered a hotel and went in an elevator, then a room. "Finally! Took you guys long enough," I heard Stacy say. My blindfold was removed and I saw Stacy, Meg and Holly standing together and smiling at me. "You've been a really good friend," Stacy started, "So we wanted to do something really special for you." She held out her hand to offer what was behind me, and I turned. There, on the bed, was a naked man with a huge, hard dick. He was tied down, spread-eagled, gagged and blindfolded. My jaw dropped. I could feel my nostrils flare in arousal in spite of myself. "It's that guy you liked. I got him for you!" Stacy proudly announced, clapping her hands in happiness. I just stared. "He's the quarterback for the University of ...," she continued, "and he's probably gonna get drafted. And he's all yours!" She clapped again. I was silent, still trying to gather the situation. "Do you like him?" "Yeah, her eyes are practically popping out of her head." "Good, I had to work really hard to get him. Go on, touch him," she said, giving me a little push. "Oh my God," I protested, "you can't be serious!" "Is that a bow around his cock?" Holly asked. "Yeah, so he's ready to be unwrapped." I stared some more. This was wrong on so many levels. I didn't know where to begin. Nonetheless, I couldn't tear my eyes away. He had a phenomenal body, and did I mention he was huge? "Go on, touch him." "Guys, no way! This is rape!" "It's not rape if he doesn't say stop." "You gagged him!" I stuttered. "Yeah, so? Besides, you can't rape a guy." "Mfft wufffed cpthhht" the guy said. "See? He said he wants you to get on top." "Yes, you can rape a guy, and it's illegal." "Not here in Mexico it's not," Holly said. I turned to her, shocked she was agreeing to it. Besides, we were in Jamaica. "Jeez, he's big." "Guys, no. I'm not going to rape him!" "Oh come on, guys rape girls all the time. Besides, he agreed. He even paid for the room himself, so when you're done you can just bail and no one will ever know." My mind was swimming in confusion. They were actually serious! To my everlasting shame, I actually considered it...an opportunity like no other. I shook my head. "C'mon, it's not like you can get laid any other way." "Stacy, that's a terrible thing to say!" "It's true. Besides, we're not supposed to use first names, Holly." "Okay guys. Let's leave her alone with him before we say any other names." "No! Untie him!" I protested, but they were already leaving. I grabbed Holly's hand and begged them to say, but she only hugged me and smiled. "Enjoy," she waved and then the door shut behind them. I cursed quietly before returning to him. Since he was tied on top of the sheets, I couldn't find anything to cover him with. His enormous erection throbbed in the air. "Dude, I am so sorry," I begged. I hesitated for a few moments, considering just running away before I resolved to free him. I pushed the blindfold off his eyes and repeated my apology as I undid the gag. His eyes stared silently into mine before I started trying to undo the rope holding his wrist. "I'm so sorry about this, she really is out of control," I apologized. The knot was amazing. Stacy isn't the strongest girl, but she had managed to make a loop around his wrist and then knotted it in such a fashion that I couldn't get it loose. After fumbling with it for a few moments I gave up and went to the other side of the bed to try the other wrist, trying to avoid peeking at his privates. Piled on the floor were three more pillows, so I quickly pulled off a pillow case and draped it over him, creating a huge tent. It didn't fall straight and I instinctively reached in to straighten it before catching myself, glancing at his eyes in embarrassment. He said nothing. I went to work on the other knot. I don't know where Stacy got knot tying skills, but these knots were incredible. I apologized to him again and was about to offer to run down to the front desk for scissors when I got a strand to budge. A few tugs later and I could see how to undo it. I paused as a thought crossed my mind. "You're not going to hit me are you?" I asked. "No," he said quietly. "Why would I do that?" I flinched a smile at him and continued to work on the knot. When it was done, I slowly released it and stepped back, waiting for any sudden moves. He smiled at me. "Thanks," he said and reached over to work on this other knot. I went to his foot and used the same method as before to untie both of them, finishing before he had even loosened his other wrist. I waited for a moment and then joined him, pushing his hand out of the way, and in moments he was free. "Thanks," he said, leaning up on one elbow. "I'm really sorry." He nodded. "And thank you for not raping me." I smiled weakly at him and our eyes locked for an instant before I had to look down. I straightened. "Well, okay, I guess I'll go now." "So your friend did this to me...for you?" "Yeah, I guess. I am so sorry," I frowned. "They must think a lot of you." I shrugged. "They usually don't think about me." I glanced into his eyes again and then backed up. "Were you going to call the cops?" He laughed softly. "No. 'Sides, like your lawyer friend pointed out, you can't rape a guy in Mexico." I glanced back at him, wondering if he also was so dense as to think Jamaica was in Mexico. Another chuckle indicated he was joking. "Okay," I announced with a nod and turned to the door. "So is there any way I can repay you?" I froze as I tried to process his comment, wondering if he had intended a sexual innuendo. I shrugged. "It's just you and me. Is there anything you want?" I swallowed without daring to look at him. The silence was deafening. Finally he spoke again. "Anything you might want to...do?" I was speechless. There was no way a guy like that would offer such a thing to a girl like me. Silence filled the room as I tried to decide how to answer. "Oh," I finally managed to squeak. "I don't think you'd want to..." There was another long pause. "You let me worry about what I want," he growled. "I'm asking you what you want." The bottom fell out of my stomach and suddenly the room felt too warm. Surely he was just teasing me. There was no way he could be serious. I swallowed and glanced at him, leaning towards me on one elbow, naked but for a pillow case over his waist, looking like a bronzed Greek god. I couldn't meet his eyes. "What do you want?" he said softly. I swallowed again. "I would like to be with you," I whispered. "You are with me," he replied. He was teasing me. I knew it, but I didn't care. He was still talking to me, which is better than I could have ever expected. I tried to give a confident laugh, but it sounded strained. "I would like to have sex with you," I blurted, glancing over for just an instant as I felt myself blush. A pregnant pause filled the air as I awaited his laughter. "Come here," he said quietly, and patted the bed beside him. I backed up slowly, unable to look at him, and sat down with my back to him. I cringed as the bed sagged mightily. He took my hand lightly in his and I felt him lay back. I stared at our intertwined hands, a gorgeous man, holding my hand. "Kiss me," he whispered, and I whimpered in fear, knowing his rejection was coming. I didn't move. "Kiss me," he repeated and rubbed the back of my hand with his thumb. Before I allowed myself to think any more, I turned and leaned down to him and kissed him. I was shocked at the aggressiveness of my action and tried to pull away, but he held me in place. I was afraid to lean any closer, lest he felt my substantial weight on him, but he pulled me over. I sprawled over him and melted into his lips, our tongues battling. His skin seemed to burn against mine, hot and hard like molten steel, as my hands caressed his supine body. Suddenly he was active, pulling my shirt over my head and opening my bra. He rolled me onto my back and mounted me while we kissed, and I could feel him pressing into my thigh. Moments later we were both naked. I felt like I was on fire and every touch of his burned me anew. He moved down to my breasts and his lips were no longer on mine to silence me. My moaning filled the room as he sucked my nipples and fondled my breasts. I had never even dared to fantasize about such touches. I was so lost it took me a moment to realize he had stopped sucking me. Suddenly, I felt a kiss on my thigh and I squealed. Now, I don't trim, much less shave, I mean, what's the point? I was mortified that he was down there, but there was nothing I could do to stop him. He didn't seem bothered by my lack of grooming and I practically screamed as he started to lick me. I looked wildly around for something to muffle my cries but there was nothing available, so I clamped my hand over my mouth. My ragged squeals filled the room as he pushed me into the most intense orgasm. I lay gasping for breath and he rose above me, pausing as if for permission. I pulled him up and he entered me fully, his lips on mine. He started to fuck me and I stared at his perfect face in amazement, cumming again and again before he did. He finally collapsed on top of me and slid to my side. I expected him to roll out of bed and leave, but he held me instead. And then, to my astonishment, he showed me affection. Sweet, simple, male affection, stroking my cheek, smiling at me, light kisses, soft words. I was in heaven. He pulled my hand down and I found him hardening again. I was amazed and eagerly nodded my assent. He entered me again and started to make love at a more measured pace. He was strong and passionate and flexible and put me in positions that I had never imagined, even picking me up and fucking me while standing for a few seconds. Some positions I just couldn't get into, but he would just smile and move on to another one. He finally came again and I waddled out to the bathroom to clean up. He was still in bed, under the sheets when I returned, and he held them up for me to join him. I did, turned off the light, and fell asleep in his arms. Later that night I was awoken by his kisses and found him hard again. This time I just lay back and let him have his way, as I was very sore. Like ouch sore. Fate has a strange sense of humor, making the last time I ever made love to a god so painful that I had to bite my lip to keep from crying out. This time when I returned from the bathroom he was already sleeping, and I quietly got dressed and left. He plays on Sundays now, and I have followed his successes. Sometimes I wonder if it ever happened at all, but then I look into little Adam's eyes and smile. One day he will ask about his father, and I will tell him that one night, I met a prince... Out of My League Lunch break without lunch was just a temporary, but ultimately unfulfilling, respite from another slog at the office. I hung my head over my mistake so much that my peers were quick to notice. "Neil, we were gonna go out and get some subs. You wanna get some too?" Daniel was a co-worker, tall, lanky and clearly enjoying working at a DMV. Nobody got more excited by the rules of the road and filling things out in triplicate. With him was Turan, the man from Istanbul (not Constantinople), who took to his new country well. With no better option, I shrugingly accepted. "Yeah, forgot my lunch. Might as well." A rare thing happened while on the way out however, a gorgeous woman entered the building, lighting the drab and dull building up like a fireworks display. Contrary to what people may think, beautiful people are exempt from the law of needing a driver's license, or at least never go to the DMV. Even more unexpected, the woman, a blonde wearing a low-cut sundress carrying a bag, bounded over to the three of us. "Hi honey!" The woman said. "You didn't have lunch yet, did you?" Turan and Daniel were confused, turning to each other with eyebrows raised, only for them to both turn to me with synchronized surprise when I responded. "No, we were just gonna go out." I looked down at the bag she was carrying, recognizing it. "Ah, you brought my lunch." "Y-your lunch...?" Daniel stuttered, his eyes darting between the lunch in her bag, me, her and her breasts. The disbelief on his face could have shattered mountains if it had physical force. With a small bounce in her step (and chest), she held out the bag in front of her,offering my forgotten lunch. "It's a good thing I caught you then, otherwise the love I put into this would have been wasted fuzzy bear." She gave a girly wink, complete with a not to the side and a smile. Turan raised an eyebrow."What is this fuzzy bear...?" Our hands touched when I accepted her lunch, they lingered with me ending up with me stroking the finger before slipping the bag handle from her . She responded with a kiss, pulling my face down with a gentle tug on my tie. She whispered into my ear. "You have got to be kidding me, man." Daniel was rubbing his eyes, as if trying to get something out of them. Only able to process what he was seeing in silence, Turan struggled to comprehend what he was seeing. Surely, he could have chalked this up to a culture shock, something normal of America that he hadn't seen yet, but given Daniel's reaction, he was only left confused. It was with slight hesitation that I pulled way from her kiss and whisper. "Thanks Amelia. Sorry I had to make you come out here just because I forgot." Amelia smiled, dismissing the concern with a brush of her hand. "No no, I was going to go to the grocery store today anyway, and it's on the way." "Well, I'll see you at home." I waved as she turned around, bounding away just the same as she came in. The long dress flitted to and fro as she went out the door. Being a surprisingly windy day, a gust of wind pushed the hem of her dress, revealing a flash of her legs. "What the fuck was that?" Daniel exclaimed a bit too loudly, clearly flustered enough to forget some of the precious rules and regulations of the DMV. His arm gestured at the door with a broad swipe. "THAT'S your girlfriend!" People waiting in the uncomfortable chairs turned from staring at the display of the number being served. Taken by surprise, I took a step back, as Daniel continued to flail his arm toward the door in his incoherent rage. "W-what is so odd about that?" "But you?!" Daniel swung his arm toward me, nearly knocking my face with his hand with his long reach. "Having a girl like that!?" Words and coherency came slightly easier to Turan. "Did you suddenly get a lot of money?" He looked over me me like a merchant appraising a good. "Neil doesn't look that great, and so clearly you haven't been going on shopping sprees." With someone finally saying something that explained his incoherent confusion, Daniel again piped up. "I know!" His hand swung toward the door. "That was just so...DAMN!" Swinging back to me, I barely managed to dodge a backhand. "Neil, what do you do to get that sort a girl?" "Maybe he is...how do you say it?" Turan made a gesture with his hands, initially small, but spreading them wider and wider. "Of course!" The resounding sound of a slap to a forehead echoed in the DMV and people were entranced by the scene Daniel was making. "Maybe he's just been holding back all this time!" His voice went from somewhat loud to inappropriately loud. "You're gonna have to share some secrets on how to get a bangin' chick like that." "Stop it." I said with a hushed voice, partly because I didn't want to continue to draw attention of the whole room, but also because of the piercing nature of the harsh whisper. "I just met her in a grocery store, had a conversation...and well..." I shrugged, I would have added a 'yadda yadda yadda' if this was Seinfeld or New York. "It must be amazing conversation." Turan noted. Stopped in his tracks by my whisper, Daniel seemed to notice how loud and animated he was getting and was reminded of the rules and etiquette of the DMV. He was much, much quieter when he continued. "Well, with a girlfriend that looked like that, and that made me lunch, I couldn't help but worry." Then Daniel hit me with one of those armor-piercing questions: "Don't you worry about her getting swooped up by someone...y'know, with money or that doesn't have a gut?" It's easy to think you can just deflect these questions with an easy 'She loves me', but such responses are often denial or desperate. I didn't have the money with my job to buy her all the nice things she could want, and I didn't have a body that screamed 'Olympian', but rather more 'jog every once in a while'. It's never possible to tell when doubt has been planted, but it always sprouts with a bang. * * * Slightly more worn out from usual, the argument with Turan and Daniel the likely cause, I entered the kitchen with a little less enthusiasm than usual. Amelia was in an odd duality of outfit, yoga pants and sports bra with an apron. Her long, wavy blonde hair was up in a ponytail, a leftover from her workout. Given the slight glistening in the kitchen light as she moved, she still had a bit of sweat. I came up behind Amelia, and watched her cutting up some butternut squash. She brushed some of the orange cubes into a plastic bag, most likely preparing it for freezing. Maybe she was preparing to make some risotto for the future. Her cooking was always something I looked forward too. Even beyond the depressing nature of a lunch break without a lunch, I felt like I was was missing something besides a full stomach. Through the toughest slogs at the office, just as stressful to employees as customers, a reminder of what you are working for can make the unbearable tolerable. A spoonful of hot food made by Amelia could make stress melt away. Even the salad she had made for me for lunch was enough to cool me off after the argument with the guys. I wrapped my arms around her in a hug from behind. Her hair tickled my nose, as did the faint smell of sweat and fresh squash. "Hi Amelia." I ran my fingers across her stomach, feeling the movement of her breath, and the taut abdomen muscle, trained through yoga. "You know not to surprise and hug me from behind when I'm holding a knife?" Amelia waved the knife, shining in the light before chopping the last few pieces of squash. She most likely smiled, somewhat amused by joke, pleased with the attention that she's getting from me. She shifted her body back and forth slightly, settling herself into my arms and body. "Welcome home fuzzy bear." "Fuzzy bear? That was a pretty cute one. But the guys made fun of me for it." She laughed, a tiny one for a quiet little amusement. "Well, I have my fun." Placing the knife on the table, and sealing the bag of butternut squash cubes, she then turned around in my arms, looking up at me. "But hopefully the guys didn't tease you too much." Her hazel eyes looked up into mine. "They teased me, but the lunch you made helped." I then added another bit, trying to draw a little sympathy. "It-it still hurts a little." "Did the extra special dressing I put on the salad at least help make it a little better?" She moved her arms up, draping them around my neck. Amelia pulled herself a little closer to me, her body pressing up against me. Each breath from her moved her breasts up and down my chest. I nodded. "Yeah, as soon as you whispered to me that you put in some extra love in the lunch, I knew it was going to be all right then." Her special dressing was really thin, and it had a really slimy consistency, but it was the purest form of her love. I wouldn't let anyone else ever have a taste. "It's really the best." "You know Neil," Amelia said, stirring in my arms, and smiling a dirty smile "that's really sweet of you to say. It has some..." her eyes moved downward, leading mine to look down underneath the apron and sports bra. She parted her legs slightly, allowing one of mine to get in between the gap. "...effects on me." Between her thighs was something pushing and begging for some space and air from within her yoga pants. Even though the day wore me out a bit, my girlfriend's naughty requests were always something that I found energy for. She herself was a source of energy for me. "I suppose if my girl wants it, she gets it." "Suppose?" She raised an eyebrow. "If my girl wants it, she gets it." I corrected myself, spoiling her was never a bad idea. Ceasing my embrace, I kneeled down on the floor. Even as the apron still hung around her neck obscuring it, I could tell she was aroused and yearning for some release and affection. I reached out, running my leg along the inside of her thigh, her dick was hard to the touch. Our first time was something especially awkward. While I was entirely unsuspecting of her having a dick, she was entirely unsuspecting of a guy that was willing to try her fantasies after only a little explanation, coaxing and a fluttering of eyelashes. That night, when we first had sex, I let her push me down onto the bed. In a perverse twist, she had done me like I had wanted to do to her. She had wrapped her arms around me like I wanted to do to her. I wrapped my legs around her like I wanted her to do. I was thrust into gently as I wanted to do to her. I curled my toes with pleasure like I had wanted her to do. Only the kiss at the end was the same as I had imagined. The apron fell to the floor, and the erection was only imprisoned within her yoga pants for a moment as she pulled them down as well. Her dick, well beyond the size of my own, jutted from her flat stomach like a skyscraper on a flat plain. "After hearing about you liking the special dressing I put in your salad, I figured you would want some more...straight from the tap." One of her hands was stroking her dick, even through it was already fully erect from grinding against me and my sweet words, she was pumping a little more precum out and rubbing it along her shaft. Along with a little bit of the sweat from earlier, only made the shaft glisten and look more succulent. Her other hand was on the back of my head. "Amelia, can I at least change out of my clothes?" "Don't ruin the mood. I'm doing laundry tomorrow." Without a chance for rebuttal, she pulled her hand forward, pressing my head into the head of her dick. She cooed pleasingly as she entered the warm confines of my mouth, and squirmed as I did more than passively take it. The salty taste of the sweat from earlier with the slimy texture of the precum would make it seem like it was an unpleasant taste, but it was Amelia's taste, it couldn't be unpleasant. She did not let me tease and toy with her, but rather took matters into her own hands, pumping her hips to and fro, in and out of my mouth. Her pace was slow, savoring the tight ring of lip and the careful, practiced tongue that was running along her flesh. The hand holding my head stead caressed my hair. "Mmm..." Amelia squirmed a little as she moaned, her hips never losing its slow, methodical rhythm. "You're the best at this Neil..." When she got aroused and pleased like this, her voice would almost turn into a squeak, matching her squirming. "I want to go deeper inside you, is that okay?" My mouth stuff full of her cock, my affirmative response came out as a muffled 'Sure'. I tried to relax myself, suppress my gag reflex and opened my mouth wide. With the normal blowjob, I could only get most of her dick inside of my mouth. It was only through deepthroat that I could accept all of her into me. It was somewhat ironic, only by making myself vulnerable was I able to accept all of her uniqueness. Sliding deeper inside me, more and more of her cock was able to fit into my mouth, pushing into my throat. She leaned forward, nudging my head back slightly, making it easier. Even beyond making it easier to slide herself down my esophagus, she was hungering, lusting for that release, for more attention from me. "Please please please take it all!" Her body had curled forward nearly in a half-circle, her hands holding the back of my head, gently pulling it closer to her hips. Strained, but not beyond something I haven't done before, I finally took in her dick to the hilt. My nose was buried for a moment in her thin bush of pubic hair, drinking the scent of feminine allure and the musk of masculine arousal. As quick as I was pushed into it, she withdrew, sliding part of her cock out of my throat and pushing it back in. Her previously rhythmic and gentle pace was starting to become more desperate and random, never getting really rough or painful, but giving her more frantic hips, her quivering legs and louder pants from above me, she was getting close. "It's coming, it's coming..." Amelia kept repeating the phrase, a mantra, or it was the only thing consuming her thoughts at the time. Her hands loosened their grip on my head, stroking my hair lovingly. Her loosened grip was enough to let me pull back and get her dick out of my mouth. I gasped for a moment, taking in all the fresh air that was so limited a moment ago and dived back into pleasing my girlfriend. My tongue ran up and down her long cock, already twitching and beginning to orgasm. As my ministration continued, her legs buckled and she let out a cute groan. Her special dressing, her semen, was shot out of her cock, making a mess primarily on my face. My tongue did not stop, lapping up the semen that was dribbling down the shaft, trying to coax more and more out of it. Spent, Amelia sank down on her knees with me, panting as she came down from orgasmic high. Like an dog, her tongue started to lap up the fluid on my face. Although competed with her by running a finger along my face, scooping up the semen and tasting it like a chef tastes the sauce. When my face was clean, we kissed. She pushed the semen she didn't swallow into my mouth. "Did you like the sauce?" She said, still panting. I was not in much different shape, panting as well, albeit for a different reason. "Well, yeah, of course." One more pant passed. "But I thought you were calling it a special dressing?" "Context...dependent." She said in-between pants. Beyond the flub in terminology, she continued. "Thanks for that. I know you just got off work, so I'm grateful for the attention." My eyes went downward, back toward her cock, hers had followed mine. She was still ready for round two. "Amelia...?" "No, it's all right. I know you're tired." She smile weakly. "I can just let it pass, or go vent with the internet." Any exhaustion in my bones was purged in a blazing inferno of lust, passion and jealousy at her suggestion. My girlfriend getting off to someone else, even porn stars, was beyond unacceptable. It was unthinkable, uncondonable if I had any say. With a big deep breath, I steeled myself for what was going to happen, and picked her up in a princess carry. "W-what are you doing Neil!?" Amelia flailed weakly in my arms, resisting, but not resisting at the same time. Even her exclamation was half serious protestation, half laughing. I was no bodybuilder, so I struggled slightly as I made my way to the bedroom, fortunately only down a hall. "I'm the only one that's gonna satisfy you! There is no letting it pass or getting off to someone else!" I yelled perhaps a bit too loud for the evening, but I didn't care. Amelia's half-hearted struggling stopped, as she became quiet and docile. Her arms wrapped around my neck, accepting my carry and curling tighter around me. She smiled softly. "You're an big idiot you know." The tone of her voice was soft, meek and as insincere as hell. "Yeah, I'm a big idiot." I crossed the threshold of the bedroom door. Contrary to what may have been ideal, there was no rose petals on the bed, candles or music playing. I was tired from work and probably looked like a mess, Amelia was still sweaty from her workout and hardly wearing anything lacy or erotic, and her hair was still in her lazy workout ponytail. It was under these unideal and pathetic circumstances and atmosphere that I laid Amelia on the bed. She watched as I stripped. Her smile faded somewhat when she saw I was as aroused and erect as she was. My dick was smaller, but her endowment was definitely beyond the ordinary, even if a women usually had cocks. "You know, you can..." Amelia trailed off. Amelia liked to be on top, she liked to take the dominant role, she liked to be the one that penetrated. I knew that it was source of unease for her, taking a man like she always does and not being very interested in letting him a man take her like he would want. Even the first time they had sex, she was the one who took the lead and pushed herself inside of me. "Nah, it's all right." I said as I removed my underpants, leaving the tie and shirt on (albeit unbuttoned). "I said I was the only one who was gonna satisfy you, I'm gonna satisfy the fuck outta you." I knew what she liked, and I wouldn't have stayed with her if I didn't enjoy it at least a little. Being embraced from behind, with her big C cups on my back, her inside me and her pleased moans in my ears is something that few people can ever enjoy, and I relish it. "How do you want to do it, er, me?" I had asked her when she was taking of her sports bra, leaving her naked and thinking. Amelia moved on the bed, shifting toward the edge of the bed, swinging her legs off the edge. "Well, if you w-want..." She was unusually shy, her head looking down, eyes the same. "I-I want to see your face." I suppose role reversal was just what we did in the bedroom. After a few moments of deliberation and discussion, I was on my back, legs in the air like a woman. Amelia was holding herself atop of me, ready to push her dick inside me like a man. Except that I was no woman and Amelia was no man. It was a strange relationship that was a a reversal and the norm at the same time. She hesitated, and I acted instead. My legs wrapped around her hips, and pulled them forward. "C'mon Amelia, let's do this." Her dick pushed inside me without much resistance. Her breasts pressed against my chest, and her face, clearly enjoying being inside me. I couldn't help but smile. Her hips started to move. Unlike with the blowjob, there was not quite so much of a slow rhythm or gentle thrust, but more inconsistent pace and power. Given the flushed face and moans, she was enjoying it. I couldn't hide my enjoyment as well, as I'm sure she could feel, my cock was throbbing against her stomach, precum smearing onto her. Even if it was an unorthodox pleasure for a man, her cock inside of my ass was hitting at just the right spots, spreading just enough to make it pleasurable. Her hips pushed my ass upward, changing the angle and rubbing up against my prostrate. Out of My League Even thought she was enjoying it, she wasn't smiling. "I really love it when you do this to me Amelia." Moans came from my mouth as I spoke. Her hips continued their inconsistent movement, but slowly started to be a little more consistent. "I want this." My hand reached up and finger digging into her blonde hair. "Give me what I want." Pulling her face toward me, I kissed her. In-between kisses, I continued. "I don't care how I get it, but I want you." My tongue went back in her, playing with each other for a moment. "Amelia, you are always what I want." "I-I love you..." Amelia said as her hips found their rhythm and started giving me a passionate, powerful thrusts inside me. As she pulled away, focusing on her hips and the tight confines that her cock was within. She was smiling. As her cock was pounding me into a mental haze, my hand withdrew from her hair and ran along her face. Her sweat and tears were wiped away from my hand. "There we go..." I said in a long moan, "give it to me like you really mean it." The repeated massage her long dick was giving my prostrate was having an effect, creating a slippery mess of precum on our stomachs. The slippery surface between our stomachs stroked my cock almost as good as a handjob. "Does it feel good?" Her voice was staccato, each word said with each thrust. I could only say one thing in response. "Yeah, it feels amazing." She continued to smile, her face also showing that she was also on a trip to orgasmic high, sharing the same pleasurable haze as I was. "Do-do you want it inside...?" Actions speak louder than words, and I learned a little from Amelia: I tightened my legs around Amelia's hips, preventing her from withdrawing, preventing her from doing anything but cumming inside of me. "What do you think?" With no other option, she bottomed out inside of me, her cock as deep inside me as it could go. Her arms dug under the bed, wrapping around me and held me tight. Her breasts were tightly pressed against me, rubbing against me with the minute movements that I allowed her. Her taut, flat stomach muscles rubbed against my cock, massaging it and bringing it to the brink of orgasm, as if the prostate pounding and anal stimulation wasn't enough already. Her head fell, coming down besides me, biting the sheets and moaning into the mattress. My arms embraced her as I kissed her neck. "I love you Amelia." As I felt the hot jizz filling me, I came, the anal stimulation and ab-job pushed me over the limit. After the last drops of semen were wringed from her cock by me, she pulled out. The hot fluid seeped from my hole and onto the bed. She sank onto me, but it was only momentary, before she slid off of me to the side. Amelia, even after she fucked me hard, fast and passionately, would curl up beside me. One hand would rest on my chest, the other curled up around my arm, our legs entwined. This Amelia always made me smile. Even though she took the lead in bed, when it was all over, she was just as much of a cute girl as anyone could be. "You know." Amelia was still panting, and I could feel from her clinging to my arm that her heart was still racing. "You try and spoil me a lot..." Spoiling her was the only way I knew how to deal with her. The guys were right, she was totally out of my league. I was just a normal guy with a shit job, a bit of a gut and willingness to get fucked by a girl. She was gorgeous and amazing. If I didn't do everything to indulge her, keep her happy, she'd run off with someone else. I thank God that she hasn't found someone with a lot of money yet. She shifted, turning her head more into the pillow than looking at me. Bashful was not a normal Amelia. "I worry sometimes." Her voice was muffled by the pillow and she took her time trying to find the right words. "I worry about you." Given the tone, timing and tempo of her speaking right now, this was a serious pillow talk. This was no coy flirting. Nor was it an angry serious talk, which usually involved her waiting for me to come home, a vein pulsing on her forehead and foot tapping while she waited by the door. "You spoil me so much. I think of other girls that are..." Her trailing off was telling "it makes think if I'm...worthy of it..." "Am I too good for you?" I said, breaking her monologue. She said nothing, but squirmed a little in her spot. Though Amelia isn't really interested in getting fucked like a normal girl, she's not much different from a normal girl otherwise. In the bedroom though, she has to put a man through something as humiliating as getting fucked to really enjoy herself. Maybe she thinks that's something no man would want. Maybe she thinks because she's not like other girls because she's got something extra means she's not as good as them. Since I sucked her off so willingly, and turned down the opportunity to fuck her, maybe she thinks I'm doing unpleasant things for her. I don't know what she was thinking, but I couldn't help but laugh at her insinuation. "We're both too good for the other." I slid one arm under the pillow her face was on, and tried to nudge her from hiding in it. I wanted her to look at me for this. "The 'Fuzzy Bear' wasn't the reason the guys were making fun of me, it was because they thought you were too good for me. I suppose I believed it a little deep down." I turned to her, who didn't have her head buried in the pillow. "Do you like it when I spoil you?" "Yeah." Amelia choked up a little, having sobbed a little in the pillow. "I like spoiling you." I turned on my side, facing her. "You're too good for me." She repeated her concern, although she didn't sound as concerned about it. "And you're too good for me." I repeated my own concern. "I suppose the only reason we stay together is because we don't want to let go of the prize we stumbled upon." We laughed.