I seem to have good luck banging horny women named Susan. My last story was about Susan J, who came over for comfort and ended up staying for a facial, anal, and more.
This time it's about Susan M. She was an odd soul. Huge breasts, big ass and hips. Definitely a smaller BBW. Susan had a great singing voice and had toured for a while as a backup singer for some folk singer or another. And she sang at small pubs in Dallas from time to time. We saw each other occasionally. From the first night, Susan gladly opened her big thighs and moaned up a storm. But I wasn't that interested in her and only called if no one else was available.
Since music wasn't enough of a career to pay for herself, Susan bounced around from job to job. She even worked driving an ice cream truck for a while. And Susan liked to come up with schemes to make money. So that's how she came to be over at my house again - after a very long hiatus.
The Pope was coming to San Antonio, Texas and Susan had an idea about selling merchandise to the throngs of believers. She called and asked if she could come over and discuss it, since I worked for an ad agency. I willingly said yes, hoping my consulting fee would be delivered in the form of a deep hard fucking.
When Susan arrived, her huge nipples were poking through her blouse - even with a black bra on. Her top had several buttons undone, so it could take it all in. Her black skirt was tight on her fat ass and very short and as she shifted her legs I could clearly see her pussy lips through a thin pair of panties.
We talked about Susan's idea (I tried to dissuade her because buying inventory was too risky - good advice as it turned out because the event was marred by terrible weather.) Once we got through that part, it was time to get down to the fun stuff. I slid close to her on the couch, put my arm around her, and pulled close. I could feel the heat from her body.
"I really can't thank you enough for listening to me," said Susan. "You always are level-headed and I'm such a dreamer. It turns me on just talking to you. In fact, my pussy is wet right now and I hope you will fuck me like before."
That was all the encouragement I needed. We began kissing passionately and our tongues darted in and out of the other's mouth. I moved quickly to her neck, kissing and biting as Susan began her moaning and begging.
"Ohhhhhh. That feels soooooo gooood," she whimpered. "Don't stop."
By that time, I had unbuttoned Susan's shirt and pulled her awesome breasts from their bra. Her nipples were engorged and hard as a rock. I sucked on them hard, as I rolled over on top.
"Suck on my big titties. Suck on them. Do it hard. Take my nipple in your mouth. I'm going to cum. Ahhhhhhh. Ahhhhh. Ahhhhhh," screamed.
By this time, my cock was rock hard and I had to be inside that wet pussy. I roughly yanked off her short skirt and panties, exposing Susan's very wet, glistening, unshaven pussy. Her blouse was still on, but completely unbuttoned and open, her tits hanging out.
At that point, I grabbed Susan's knees, spread them open and plunged my cock straight to the hilt. This was no slow, romantic lovemaking. This was hard, dirty, nasty fucking. Just the way Susan liked it. She would wrap her legs around my back, spreading her hips wide, and then urge me on.
"Fuck my fat wet pussy. Give it to me. Fuck me hard like the slut I am. Ooooooh. Oooooooh. Ooooooh," Susan had a loud, high-pitched moan, which filled the house.