I was minding my business fairly late on a weekday night when the doorbell unexpectedly rang. It was Susan J., a large-breasted woman I had dated occasionally, but with whom not much had happened. She was dressed very conservatively in business attire: skirt, blouse, jacket over which hid her wonderful cleavage. Susan was nearly in tears as I let her inside.

"My boss. He pawed me at dinner. He was drunk and he had his hands all over me. Can I just come in and spend the night and have you hold me? I need it."

"Sure," I said. "Would you like something to drink first?"  

"No," she replied. "I had plenty at dinner."

I could see Susan was plenty tipsy. She was slurring her words and walking unsteadily. We went straight back to my bedroom, which she had never visited before. I gave her a t-shirt and she went into the bathroom and changed. Meanwhile, I had stripped down and gotten into the bed. 

When Susan reappeared, she was wearing only her panties and a t-shirt. No bra and her big nipples were clearly visible through the thin fabric. 

"Remember, I just want you to hold me," Susan said. "It's been an upsetting night. He just couldn't keep his hands off me and he is gross. I'll never look at him the same way."

I promised to not do anything she didn't want and Susan slid into the bed beside me. She immediately spooned me, nestling her large butt against my crotch, while my arms engulfed her across her breasts - but still outside the shirt. 

Almost immediately I could feel Susan responding, despite her reservation. And I responded in turn, quickly becoming hard as a rock. Susan could feel me and she pushed back strongly and began thrusting into my cock. She started groaning and I slid my hands under her t-shirt and began caressing those luscious breasts. 

That made Susan sigh and moan and respond even more. She was incredibly worked up. I slid one hand down to her pussy and inside her panties and she was already sopping wet.

"I am really a dirty slut," said Susan, "But I am picky about who I let fuck me. You were always a gentleman the times we went out, but I wanted you badly. Now I'm going to have you."

With that, Susan thrust back the covers, rolled on her back, and ripped off her t-shirt. "Please, please eat my pussy," she panted. "Lick me. Make me cum."

I was only too happy to oblige, sliding down between her legs and opening them wide to get full access. Her clit was swollen and her unshaved pussy was dripping. I began licking her clit while at the same time I slid one finger inside her sopping wet box.

"Oooh. Oooh. More. More. I love this. Oooh. Oooh," Susan moaned.

Susan began bucking, thrusting her pelvis into my face. I inserted a second finger inside her and reached for her G-Spot. A second later she convulsed and came with a loud scream: "Ahhh. Cummingg. Nowww."  As she did, her pussy squeezed my fingers like a vise, as she squirted on my face and all over her thighs and the sheets. It was as intense an orgasm as I'd ever seen in a woman.

We repeated this maybe six or eight times. In each case, Susan would moan, and plead and beg - then have a massive orgasm while screaming loudly. "Oh, you face fuck and finger fuck me sooo good. Please don't ever stop."

Of course, at some point, I wanted to get mine, too. So finally I slid my face and hand out from between her legs and pulled myself up. "I'm not on the pill. Please don't cum in me. I think I'm ovulating. I want to get fucked. I want your jizz, but not tonight."

"Bring your cock to my titties. Fuck my big soft titties instead."

That was an easy request to agree to as I slide my still hard cock between those massive breasts, with huge areolas and pointed nipples that looked like erasers on a first grader's pencil. I began thrusting between them, with the tip of my cock nearly reaching her lips.

"Fuck my titties, stud. Fuck them hard and them I want you to cum all over me," 

That was all the encouragement I needed. I was ready. After just a few minutes I began to spew torrents of jizz. "Ahhh," I screamed as I unloaded at least seven ropes all over Susan's face, her hair, her neck, and her tits. When it was over, she was a sloppy mess, with cum dripping down her face and with a huge wet spot on the sheets. Susan looked dirty and slutty and glorious - and she was loving it.

I rubbed the cum all over her body, feeding her lips and then having Susan clean off my cock. As she sucked, I started getting hard again. 

"There's one more thing I want tonight," said Susan. "I want to be your complete slut and you need to fuck me in the ass."

With that, Susan rolled onto her stomach and knees and raised her butt. She took some of her pussy juices and lubricate her tight asshole until it was glistening.

"Stick that hard dick in there and fuck me HARD in the ass," begged Susan. "Give it to me like the slut I am. Give it to me like I am your whore."

My cock was still wet from when Susan had licked the jism off from her facial so it was easy to slide in. This time, Susan didn't talk dirty or get loud. Instead, she just grunted and pushed back so that I was in her tight bunghole all the way down to my hairs. 

"Ummm. Ummm. Ummm," Susan grunted, finally exclaiming - not a second too soon, "fill that ass with your cum."

I unloaded for the second time that night deep inside her. When I finally softened and pulled out, a huge gush of white cum oozed out and added to the mess on her body and the bed.

We fell asleep like that, entwined together in a sticky, smelly, wet mess that only a true slut could enjoy.