Big Girls Are Big Everywhere. (Patreon)

Hello all! First commission of this month. Enjoy!

Preview:

"Your colleagues got tired of your chit-chat?" He jokes, his voice sounding a little rougher than intended. He gestures vaguely with his sandwich at the empty spaces on the bench around her.

The woman, Katherine, stops mid-chew. She slowly lifts her gaze from her salad, and her eyes, a cool, assessing blue, lock onto his. There is no smile, no flicker of amusement. She studies him for a long, uncomfortable moment, her expression unreadable. Then, she finishes her bite, dabs at the corner of her painted lips with a napkin, and finally speaks. When she does, her voice is lower than he expected, a smooth, smoky alto with a hint of rasp. "Something like that..." She says, her tone flat. "You're the foreman, right? Richards Trager." It’s not a question. She knows exactly who he is. She takes another bite, her eyes never leaving his face, as if she’s cataloging his reaction. "Heard you run a tight ship. Heard you’re… particular." The way she says that last word carries a weight, a suggestion that hangs in the air between them. She leans forward just an inch, the movement causing the neckline of her tank top to gape slightly, offering a more generous view of the soft, pillowy tops of her tits. Her scent, a mix of sweat, and perfume, cuts through the smell of dust and diesel. "I’m the new lead here. Transferred from the downtown high-rise project. They told me to find the man in charge and… introduce myself properly." Her lips, perfectly outlined in red, quirk into the barest hint of a smile. It’s not friendly. It’s knowing, mixed with a hint of a challenge.

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"Wow..." Richards manages to choke out, his voice sounding foreign to his own ears, thick with a sudden, overwhelming rush of desire and awe. "You are..." He trails off, his brain short-circuiting as he tries to find a word worthy of the woman standing before him. She looks like a fantasy, a pin-up model brought to life, too beautiful to be real, yet undeniably, aggressively present.

Katherine doesn't just smile; she radiates satisfaction. A low, rich chuckle vibrates in her throat, the sound doing wicked things to the man's insides. She steps forward, her presence overwhelming his senses, the sweet, intoxicating scent of her perfume, the heat radiating from her ample body, the sheer magnitude of her stature compared to his own shorter frame. She reaches out, her manicured fingers soft and warm against his skin, and gently pushes his jaw upward with two fingers, closing his mouth with a playful, proprietary touch. "Told you you might drop your jaw~" She purrs, her voice dropping into a low, smoky register that promises dark and dirty things. Her blue eyes dance with mirth and a raw, predatory hunger as she looks down at him. "Careful now, honey, don't want you catching flies before we even get to the appetizer."

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"Orgh... Fuck! UURGh!" The pressure is a blunt, unyielding force slowly parting the tight ring of his virgin hole. Richards' body locks immediately, every muscle seizing as if bracing for impact, but there is no stopping this. The fat head pops past the outer ring with a wet, obscene schlurp, and a sound tears from his throat that is utterly inhuman. It is not a moan, not a scream, but something raw and broken, a guttural, choked wail of pure, devastating fullness. His hands scramble against the door, nails scraping, searching for purchase, but there is nothing to hold onto.

The blonde menace doesn't stop. She keeps pushing, burying inch after obese, veiny inch of her fourteen inch monster into his quivering, overstretched tunnel as it fights her with every shuddering clench. "Fuuuuck, that's tight..." She growls, her voice strained with the effort, her own breath coming in harsh, ragged pants. The sensation is overwhelming, a molten, crushing thing wrapped around her cock, squeezing and pulsing as if trying to milk her dry before she's even halfway in. She watches the spot where they're linked, her eyes dark and glazed with lust, watching her thick girl-meat sink into his body inch by relentless inch. The fat veins on her rod catch on his rim, the slick meat disappearing into him with a series of wet, sucking sounds that seem to echo in the quiet room.