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I used to babysit for this couple just outside of Leicester. The husband was fit, the wife was a total bitch. She made a comment about my weight one night that was way out of line.
I’m a big, beautiful girl, confident in my skin and appreciative of my sexy curves. None the less I didn’t appreciate her attitude and I told her so before leaving for good.
I still lived at home with my parents, so when the door bell rang a few days later and I was the only one home to answer it, I assumed it would be a salesman or something. I couldn’t hide my surprise when I saw the fit hubby standing there.
I invited him inside, suddenly glad that I’d decided to make an extra effort that day. I wore an off the shoulder, short gypsy dress, my best matching underwear and my hair was loose.
He looked a little uncomfortable so I offered him a drink. He refused, explaining that he’d only popped by just to apologise for his wife’s behaviour.
‘I think it was my fault.’ he gushed. I just stared at him, puzzled until he continued ‘I made a comment to her about your breasts’ he continued, eyeing my tits even as he spoke ‘I-I think she became....jealous.’
I waltzed over to where he sat on the sofa. ‘These?’ I asked lifting my tits from beneath the dress and revealing my lace, see through bra. ‘These beautiful, young, fat tits?’ I asked again.
‘Oh god yes’ he answered, licking his lips. I let my dress fall to floor and I took a seat beside him. His eyes ate me up, taking in my sexy, voluptuous figure. I reached into his lap, slowly unzipping his fly and slipping my hand inside, gripping his swollen cock.
‘I know you want to fuck me.’ I whispered as I continued to stroke him. He groaned and closed his eyes in pleasure. ‘But you’re a good man’ I continued ‘you don’t really want to cheat on your wife. I’ll tell you what I’ll do...I’ll fuck you’.
I guided his cock from his trousers and couldn’t resist bending down to give it a long, slow suck. Mmmmmm he tasted good.
I stood, removed my bra and panties and climbed astride his lap. My tits were right in his face, my fat, wet, young pussy covering his cock. ‘Suck them’ I urged and he buried his face in my tits, like a man starved.
I rocked my hips back and forth and circled them, grounding my pussy against his raging hard cock. ‘I dunno what it is’ I said as I tilted my hips and slowly his cock began to enter my sopping wet pussy. ‘I just love fucking married men’ I whispered ‘it feels so naughty. Doesn’t it feel naughty? having your cock inside the babysitter..’
I didn’t give him time to answer, plus he still had his mouth full of my nipple. I bounced on his cock, smothering him against the couch, fucking him to sheer ecstasy. He mmmmm’d and ahhhh’d louder against my tits.
‘You’re going to cum aren’t you? You’re going to fill my fat, young pussy with thick, hot cum. Ohhhh yes, you dirty bastard, give it to me, make me cum!’ He sucked hard at my nipple, his cock twitched and pulsed. He came hard, buried deep inside me. My own orgasm gushed from me, coating his cock completely.
I smiled at the thought of him going home to his bitchy wife, covered in sweet juices from my fat pussy. But I’m not that callas and I wanted to taste him properly.
I climbed from his still twitching cock, got to my knees and took him deep to the back of my throat, cleaning our cum from every solid inch of him. His eyes were near rolling into the back of his head. I took one last, lingering lick and reached for my dress. There, now he could go home to his wife all clean, kind of...
