Chapter Five: Part One

The London rain just wouldn’t quit.

You woke up from a comfortable dream about–well, you already forgot. The room was pitch black and rather warm. Just then you felt a thick slurp on your cock head. Ana rolled your balmy nuts around in her palm, just humongous and beefy, and slathered you in a lengthy trek along the stalk.

You slipped your hands behind your head and let out a sigh. The sweet, wet mess of her mouth caressed your veins down to the eggs with a thick gulp in the silent room. Her hair started to tickle your belly and it popped out with a squish.

She wrangled the beast back to her soft pillows, peppering it with smooches until she became hungry again, devouring it whole. Only real wives wake up and begin sucking it in the middle of the night; that was your immediate wondered, anyway.

You tried to relax but Ana kept your toes curled with slow bobs, hair dragging about to massage her man’s big dick with gooey throat contractions that quickly started hauling fluid from the tip. It was tight, but she knew the way to caress the entire thing with Love and little resistance.

After a while, her back heaved and you splooshed out into her palm, slop being jerked around and sliding down your fat balls. The vacuum took you deep into her neck again, her nose thumping on your inner groin until it was released to the air. Suddenly, she spit a heavy glob of spit onto the aching head, jacking you off with both hands.

“Quiero hacerlo a cuatro patas,” she whispered, sucking the tip.

“Bend over then,” you said, quickly getting to your knees.

You found her thighs and quickly roamed to push her face first into the pillows. She was silky smooth and the warmth under your fingertips brought another rush to the head, prodding her thong panties.

“Hazme el amor.”

You all the time made Love to her, but you understood what she meant and peeled them over to the side, caressing her sweet juicy Ass with strong, exaggerated kneading. It fell into place and you reached in for a big handful of silk, pulling her back until your bicep was fiexed tight and those yummy Cuban cheeks rounded up on your waist. Her moans hardened it, giving that extra stretch on her taxed Pussy; that all the time hit your ego like a shot of heroin. You loved impaling her into a stupor.

She was let go and you went for the dainty wrists, keeping them taut at your sides and slowly rowing her across the girthy trunk. She wasn’t talking much. The dick was too good; par for the course. Just moans. Long, fulfilled moans towards the sheets from deep, broad insertions that made her tremble. Pussy was wetter than ever. Exquisite. Creamy. Gushy slurps from dragging lips. That sustained whine was inevitable from being pumped by something so huge.

You took her by the waist, the darkness still keeping her from being even the slightest silhouette. It was just delicious music from her ragged breaths and drippy peach. You added your own rhythmic flair, briskly smacking your saggy plums up into her smooth groin. Your hips hit with thuds, harder each time until you kept a steady piston burst on her bouncy cheeks. Ana was muffled in cotton, hollering at the top of the lungs and pleading for more like the Hot slut she was.

You panicked at the slip of her sweaty knees and latched onto the headboard. With a laugh, she had you in her hand, guiding you back to her heavenly embrace. Back to plowing her innards with powerful slams and clapping her soft-honey buns, you were already past the point and your behemoth started flooding the angel’s chamber in a bath of thick nut. You pumped, squirted and slammed it down, squirting and repeating until leaving the dick in the sleeve, draining it all out.

Ana slowly popped her head out and she was snatched with a whine.

“I’m not done.”

“Sí, papi. Follemos, mi amor.”

***

You woke up with the sun peeping through the blinds to the balcony door. One leg out from the blanket, naked, cock pointing towards the ceiling and Ana nowhere to be found. She was at the studio meeting.

Phone grabbed from the table, you didn’t see any messages from her but three notifications were there. All of them from Alexandra Daddario. You figured this would come up as you couldn’t remember if you notified all of your clients about hitting up London for a while.

“What’s up, big guy?”

“Hit me up to reschedule.”

“You’re really going to keep your favorite client in the dark?”

You typed out that you were sorry about not informing her and felt a snooze coming back on. Before you could fall out, it buzzed, Alex asking if you were busy. You looked around and realized Ana was out for the whole day; really, you had absolutely nothing to do. Once she knew, the video call popped up. You weren’t ready for it, but whatever.

“Little past your bedtime, isn’t it?”

She situated the phone in front of her, revealing heavy tits inside a loose fitting lace singlet. Then she pulled up a book, some Romance drama, and showed it off.

“Can’t sleep, so I’m reading, thank you very much–and you look like you’re not even out of bed. Bum.”

“Agenda is very light today.”

“With a client out there?”

“Yep.”

“Do I know her?”

“Not sure. Doesn’t matter.”

“That’s fair–you fucking her?”

“Alex, c’mon now.”

“What!” she blurted out, disgustedly surprised.

“You left my house with a big ben clock in your shorts and now you’re in London naked in a hotel. I’m not dumb, my guy–just saying, you left me and didn’t even offer some fun.” She cocked her head and smiled, waiting for your comeback.

“Yeah, it does appear that way, huh.”

“Ha. So you are naked, then,” she grinned, enthusiastically flipping the page of her book. “Noted, baby. Noted.”

The camera went up and over her shoulder to give you a glimpse of her pert round bottom sticking out of the short lace.

“You help me put all that work in. You should at least get to spank it, you know?”

Before you could reply, she clapped one cheek with a loud bang. The lace rode up her back and you focused in on the matching thong snuggled deep into the warm valley.

“Yeah, I wouldn’t mind that at all.”

“What do you think of this top?” She slowly roamed her body for you to see the intricate floral patterns along the sheer on her back. “Super cute, right?” The phone came back down to her pretty baby blues and she fixed a hanging strap that had one titty nearly falling out of the side.

“That’s really nice.”

“Feels good, too,” she said, caressing one boob with the fabric.

“I bet.”

“Next time we train, I’ll let you try me out in it.”

The way her lips delivered that sentence made you leak down to your balls.

“Try you out, huh.”

“Yeah, it’s this new workout where you put your big dick in me and make sure I don’t walk tomorrow.”

“I’m familiar with the workout.”

“Yeah, I bet you are,” she whispered. “Are we doing this or what?”

“Doing what?”

She pushed up the rim of her black frames and smiled. “I showed you mine. You know how the saying goes.”

You hit the button and it flipped to the gigantic tent with a hint of abdomen. You put a hand on the top and Alexandra smiled wide, excited.

“You should feel bad that I haven’t seen this in person yet, just saying.” She blew a kiss and motioned to it. “Lemme see.”

“I don’t know that I should,” you told her, pushing it around underneath the sheet.

“Just all about keeping me thirsty, huh?”

You slowly pulled the sheet and shivered from her big smiling sigh. “Shoulda sucked it when you had the chance.”

Alex closely watched you put slow, strong strokes on the fat girth. “You saying it’s off limits to me now?”

“I’ll have to check with the missus.”

“What if you had two missus?”

You cradled your hefty sack. “One for each nut.”

Alex smooched at you, grinning. “Maybe you’ll introduce me and we can make that happen.”

She shuffled around until there was a big wand stuffed between her Ass and pointed towards the ceiling. She reached back and the vibration hit your ears. The phone was in perfect position to capture her gorgeous face and her perfect set of cheeks in the background.

“That’s too much dick for one woman,” she whispered.

“You could handle it,” you told her.

“Come show me, baby,” she moaned.

You stroked it hard and got lost in those sweet blue eyes. Alexandra’s thighs clinched and she lifted to her palms, chest swinging side to side. She threw her hair back and blew a kiss.

“Wanna fuck me?” she whispered.

“Turn it up.”

She reached back and clicked it up a few notches, eyes rolling back. You pushed your feet into the mattress and pumped your thickness for her thirsty gaze. You heard the squishy mess basting between her thighs and peppered your belly in pre-cum.

“Show me those big Ass titties so I can bust this nut.”

“Oh, god.”

Alexandra’s fat melons were plopped out to sway in front of the phone. She gyrated hard, creaming herself and groaning out. You imagined spraying a fountain of Hot jizz all over the dangling beauties and launched a rope so fast, the thickness pelted along your hair and smacked the pillow. You growled, swiftly yanking out monster globs all over your chest; all over your rigid abs; all over your hand.

“Come lick it up, Alex.”

She squealed and covered the phone with her hair, exploding between the thighs and quivering hard until she couldn’t stand it and slapped the wand out.

“Oh my god,” she cried into the sheets. “Oh, shit.”

You propped your cock up and got the mess in the angle and snapped a few photos to tease her with later.

“That quench your thirst for a while?”

“I’m good for a while, baby.”

“Good. I have some things to do. I better get to the Shower.”

“Mmm, later…”

“See you.”

***

You stood under the Hot water and contemplated what had happened. Alexandra was a beautiful woman and you probably would have nailed her to the yoga mat in due time if Ana hadn’t made a move. She has laid claim to you multiple times and you knew you had to fess up now while the relationship was still fresh.

Was it official, though? Did your cock just get the best of you with Alex’s giant blue eyes working their way through you? The answer to both was yes. You could rationalize it all you want, but you’re either that guy or you’re not. With all the high-profile women that were around you now, the last thing you needed was to get caught up in drama; just let that greediness wash down the drain with the soap, because you knew Ana was plenty.

Afterwards, you tapped your phone and combed through your hair while a video played. Ana was next to a blonde woman. Cute face. Killer body. Company casual with a crisp white blouse, tripled up on the gold chains with a choker; maybe not so company. You didn’t know who she was. Ana popped in while slurping a smoothie.

“Papi! We’re at the studio, but Florence has listened to me babble for hours and wants to meet you before we fly back.”

“Hours, dude. Hours,” Florence said, rolling her eyes and smiling. You noted that sexy English accent. “I am a good cook. One of the best. You two should come to my house to hang. Later, guy.”

“Ciao, mi amor,” Ana said, flashing a peace sign.

The video ended and you stood there for a second.

Yep.

You were doing that.

***

Your eyelids fluttered open and Ana smiled from the kitchen. She dropped her purse, situated her white suit jacket to a chair and started to unbutton her beige, silk blouse while approaching you.

“I think I made an impression.”

The silk was pulled out of her button down pencil skirt and draped to her elbows. You sat up and caressed her see-through black thigh highs up to her buns.

“You always do. I had no doubts. You’re a professional.”

She undid the small belt and your lips pressed below her belly button. That smooth warmth travelled all the way down and you throbbed.

“Dime más, por favor…”

The skirt started to fall and your lips smooched into the silky pink panties. Her perfume held up through the day, inviting you to push your face flush. She slowly hiked a leg to your shoulder and made her way through your scalp.

“Marvel didn’t make you audition,” you said, inhaling as she pulled your head back in to muffle you. “You’re that good,” you mumbled.

“Ay, papi. You always make me feel so good…”

She slipped a couple fingers into her panties and revealed her pretty pair. You lasered in on them and she guided you in. It was like sticking your face in honey; it clung to the bridge of your nose, lips and chin. Gut instinct was to slide side to side, lathering yourself in it. The scent wafted into your sinuses and like a switch, your tongue slid out like a slug to get a taste of all that sweet gooey sweetness.

“Mmmph, should I Shower first?”

That question was answered the moment you slurped loudly, opened up wide and fit both puffy lips into your mouth. You sucked it strong, tongue beating between the slit. Her voice cracked with a moan and she chuckled to herself, smacking her sternum. Head tilted back, she closed her eyes and filled the room with her approval.

God damn, she looked sexy. The blouse draped from her elbows and not wearing a bra would be it for most, but no, she had the, what–14k, 18k?–white gold Cuban link choker with wide diamond laced hoops that just screamed “star”; the money this woman had…and she hadn’t even signed with Marvel, yet; easily twenty five thousand on that body.

You watched her head drifting more and more, staring at her incredible chest from deep in her steamy thighs.

“Tómalo, papi…”

You groaned deep, vibrating all of the right spots. As long as you could breathe, you refused to let that sweet peach from your suckling grasp. Your Hot spit and her silky nectar came together and continuously trickled down your throat; she was becoming extra creamy; that delicious Cuban cream; the kind that made your dick harder than shiny diamond. It was leaking into your taut tent, a huge wet spot that would only grow.

“Ay, papi…¿me extrañaste?”

Missing her was an understatement. A loud sloshing slurp startled her and you slid to your Ass on the floor. Head back on the mattress, Ana stepped over you and had a seat on your face. She gripped the sheets and smiled down at your gigantic mountain. With subtle flexing of her cheeks, it all slid to the perfect spots and you were back to devouring the entirety and making her sigh. She stuck a foot out and casually circled the wet spot, coercing it to flinch and bounce. That gave her a giggle through the moans.

The more she rubbed your fat meat against her soles and the longer your smothered, drenched face melted her from the insides, the more she was losing it. Quickly, she tightened on the bed to stop from tumbling over. Eyelids fluttered at the pale wall, but she only saw stars.

Lip twitching into a smile, she couldn’t hold it and the sudden whining and involuntary moaning through staggered breaths had you taking extra down the tongue. She was so fucking juicy and you swallowed hard so she could hear it. Her big Ass trembled on your head and slathered it all over. You nearly busted a load in your briefs but she stopped touching you to fall back to the bed and shake uncontrollably. You lifted to your knees and stuffed your face into her thighs and provided some lip to lip comfort while she rode the high.

“Dios mío,” she whined, wiping a tear from her cheek. She covered her mouth but fanned herself instead, exhaling hard and trying not to cry. “Ay, mierda. We have to get ready to meet Florence.”

“You can relax for a few minutes, mami,” you said, buried in drippy Pussy.

“Sí, I think I need to.”

To be continued…

Here you go, Garlic. This was done right after Ch. 04. I’ll see what I can do…