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The Fat Parlor - Part 4
🕑 Added 2020-05-14 18:27:00 +0000 UTCI scrambled over to the edge of the bed, wobbling slightly (god I was so high), and just buried my face in his belly. I ran my tongue up and down his hairy skin, tasting the salt of his sweat. Guy groaned and grabbed my head, mashing me into his soft middle so hard I couldn’t breath. My entire world was supple, hairy flesh, and I was so turned on that I thought I’d burst for a second time right then and there.
Guy let me have my fun, but after a few moments he began to gently remind me that there was an even greater prize waiting for me. He began to guide me further south toward his groin, letting me drag my face down his belly and briefly letting me tongue his navel. This got a chuckle from him and Guy said I’d better use those skills on another of his holes later.
His hands provided further downward pressure and I reached the extra-soft hem of his gut. I gave it a few more licks before I took control and dove down to tongue the tip of his cock. His stomach hung far enough that my forehead had to push against it just to lick the tip. To go further, I had to tilt my head to the side so that his belly brushed against my cheek, but it gave me access to all of his leaky meat.
He was thick, and musky, and oh god I had to have all of it. I wrapped my lips around his head and pressed down as far as my face could go knowing that there had to be many inches buried beneath his fat pad. I was right. Inch after inch slid down my throat as I pressed further and further into the hairy flesh that surrounded me. I couldn’t breath, but I didn’t need to. I’d die happy in this place, surrounded by fat and with a huge dick in my throat.
Luckily, Guy kept track of my oxygen supply for me. After a few moments he pulled back and I gasped in a lungful of air. A line of pre-cum connected my mouth to his dick even though the two were now a foot apart. We both giggled, and then he stepped back to shove his cock down my throat once more.
I didn’t have time to tilt my head, so I was treated to an eyeful of gut as it mashed against my forehead. He was more forceful this time, so I was able to go about halfway down his shaft as his belly encircled me like a half-crown. I was more than happy for this situation to continue, but I could tell by Guy’s needy thrusts that he was getting frustrated by the lack of contact.
It was time to get serious. I pushed him back and then lay down on the bed with my head leaning off the edge. Tilting my head back would provide Guy with a direct path down my throat while I would be delightfully nestled between his thunderous thighs and his balls would be drooped over my eyes.
Guy didn’t need instructions. He waddled up, slid his dick down my throat, and started face-fucking me. It didn’t occur to me that his dangling sack combined with his overall girth would also completely block my air supply, but again, I was too high and horny to care.
I was once again saved from suffocation by Guy. Instead of pulling off, Guy went all-in, shoving himself down my throat again and again, until with a deep moan he planted himself and came. I couldn’t tell how much as he was shooting directly down my esophagus, but each twitch of his shaft felt like a powerful load unto itself.
I’d say the whole process of face-fucking to orgasm to extraction wasn’t even a minute, but I was almost passed out by the time Guy had finished. He had to slap my face a few times with his dick to revive me.
“Don’t go passing out on me yet, sweetheart,” he said. “We’re just getting started.”
He lumbered onto the bed, making a grunt as he leveraged his heft just to get down onto all fours on the mattress. As he passed he tapped my thigh, and then my painfully erect cock. I felt incredibly dizzy as I sat up, all the blood rushing from my head, and I fell on top of Guy’s broad backside. He was more than sturdy enough to take my weight. He supported me for a few moments as I got my wits about me before I finally realized where I was.
I was mere inches from buying my tongue in the biggest ass I’d ever seen.
So I did. I grabbed both enormous cheeks and spread them, revealing a deep chasm with a densely-furred rosebud at the bottom. I briefly wondered if he’d ever even heard of manscaping, and then I dove in headfirst.
I pride myself on my oral skills. Part of that has to do with having an unusually long tongue, but part of it was practice. I love eating out a fat ass, and Guy’s was easily the fattest. I flicked his hole a few times before I bathed his entire crack in saliva. Then I began the slow process of loosening his hole by digging in a little deeper every time.
Guy groaned louder and longer than I’d ever heard him. He cursed, breathed encouragement, and shouted “oh yes” over and over. I reached underneath him to feel his hard hog leaking against his drooping stomach (it was resting against the mattress, his gut was so huge) and tugged it a few times. He shouted again, then looked over his shoulder and stared me right in the eye.
“Fuck me,” was all he said.
