1. Ritz “Radar” Monroe #2
The three-bedroom penthouse overlooked the city through floor-to-ceiling windows.
Between the private rooftop terrace, wine room, gym, and media room, it had everything money could buy.
So my work paid off. Two homes were way too much space for one man, but growing up without having much made me feel accomplished.
But what Global didn’t know was that she was the first woman I’d ever brought here; others I would occupy elsewhere. She would be the only one to come where I lay my head most nights.
I didn’t play that. I guess some parts of the streets in you just never leave, and that fact alone should've told me she was already becoming a problem.
I went into the master suite bathroom, stripped down to my birthday suit, set the temperature, and stepped into the shower.
Thinking about the sad look in her eyes made me want to send my men to take whatever pained her off this green earth.
It was crazy because normally I couldn't care less about feelings, especially a woman I was entertaining for one night, but this girl had me moving differently.
From sending Yogi to get her to asking if she wanted to talk about whatever was bothering her.
I was attracted to her, not because she had me bricked up; that was just a nigga’s natural reaction, but because she made my heart beat differently the moment she stepped into the casino.
That shit was crazy, and it was a first.
The calls to the staff helped because everything had already been laid out for her in the ensuite.
I started preparing feminine items the moment I saw that plush figure walk into my casino.
I didn’t know if she would accept or not, but I still made sure everything was convenient for her, just in case.
It might have been odd for others, but I never moved like anyone else.
Honestly, it was about time for me to slow my roll. I was in my forties, and my life had been consumed by work for so long that these short, on-demand sexual encounters were starting to bore me. If I heard my mother say something about a grandchild one more time, I was hiring a damn surrogate.
When I got out of the shower, I expected to dry off and go find G-Baby. I couldn’t believe my ass was out here giving out nicknames; that was a first.
The moment I walked back into the room, Global Jamerson had my full attention. She was spread-eagled with her fat, bald pussy on display in my king-sized bed. The jewel that decorated her clit was sexy as hell.
“Damn, G-Baby. That’s how you coming?"
She didn’t answer. Instead, she curled her finger and beckoned me closer.
Thoughts of a towel left my mind… I would air-dry in this bitch.
As I crossed the room, my eyes trailed over her.
She was beautiful. Pecan skin, thick thighs, a small waist, and the kind of confidence that made a person impossible to ignore.
My eyes traveled up her body slowly, stopping at her watermelon-sized breasts, and she had the nerve to have her nipples pierced.
I think I had truly underestimated this woman.
I damn sure hope the walls to that pussy matched.
“You see something you like, Mr. Monroe?”
I didn’t answer. I didn’t need to.
Tonight, I would have a small slice of fun. I knelt beside the bed and reached for the black box I kept in the drawer attached to the bed.
When I glanced up, Global was watching me with a look that made my pulse kick up a notch. She was confused, and I’m sure she was anticipating that wet feel of my flattened tongue.
“Are you okay with me taking care of you tonight?” I asked permission.
Another first.
“Hmm."
“Use your words, G-Baby.”
“Yes.”
“That’s what I like to hear.”
The corners of my mouth lifted into a sly smirk. This woman had no idea what she was doing to me. Everything about this site was a voluptuous masterpiece. Her curves were sick, and her little fupa was sexy.
I ripped the plastic off a brand-new pleasure piece and stretched the gummy part. I placed the vibration ring around my shaft, which was uncomfortable at first. I hated the feeling, but I still enjoyed playing with toys here and there and watching the unexpected expressions cross my bedmate’s face.
Just never on my sheets until now.
Global adjusted herself on her elbows, probably wondering why she had yet to feel contact. I would bet money she was anticipating feeling my thick tongue…not yet.
“Flat,” I demanded.
“Huh? What are you doi….”
I cut her words off. “I said, lay flat, ma’.”
This time, she did as she was told, and without a well-thought-out plan, I hovered over her body, flipped the switch to the ring, and a buzzing sound filled the room.
I slowly inserted all ten inches into her tight walls.
The buzzer finally made contact with her pierced clit once I was all the way in. She grabbed my waist tighter.
“Ouuuu,” she moaned.
I watched her eyes roll to the back of her head.
I rocked in just a little bit more before stroking with all go action.
The warmth and deep thrust damn near took my breath away.
I was expecting it to be good, but I wasn’t expecting it to make me feel like I was a little nigga about to cum the moment my dick made contact.
“Shitttt.” The word slipped out, with a low groan mixed in, and I mentally cursed myself because getting vocal in the bedroom wasn’t my thing.
This damn girl had such a gushy ass grip.
With a deadly combination, I made motion in her pussy.
Silently, as kept, I used to be able to dance my ass off, so the hip action mixed with the vibration hitting her swollen clit had her back arching off the bed.
I was making waves in her pussy, my hip giving a deep snake action, and each thrust hit parts that felt like they were untouched.
“Oh my…”
“Don’t say it. Only person in this pussy is me, love.
Don’t do God like that. Do you hear me?” I said, deciding to adjust her thunder legs at an angle that gave me better access.
When she threw her leg over my shoulder, that was all she wrote.
I went to work, delivering strokes so powerful she would wobble for a week.
“Y-yes. Yes, I hear you,” she cried out from pleasure.
“Good girl.”
This girl had my ass talking.
This shit was different…way different. Global walked like she knew what that muthafucka felt like once a nigga got inside. I should have known better.
I pulled my cream-coated shaft out, and the sight of her donut glaze let me know I was in too deep with this rookie act.
My shaft was so coated with her juices. The disconnect was instant, and my dick begged to go back.
Now, I understand how ET felt. The little ugly nigga just wanted to go home.
But I needed to gain some control in this room.
I tapped my member against her fat folds to pull my head together before diving back in. The buzz gave us both a euphoric feeling. I flicked the piercing and eased my way back in slowly, stretching that fat pussy wide before pulling out and thrusting back in.
“Hmmm… ahhh…dammit,” she moaned.
I bit my lip because I knew the feeling. Since I lost my virginity, I never wanted to cry out like a bitch, but I was spent in here tonight.
I swirled my hips, allowing her to feel all of me. This was no Mac and Cheese; this was making gravy from scratch. I leaned down and started to flick my tongue on her pierced nipples, making sure I showed them equal attention.
“Whewww Ritzzzz.”
Her eyes looked like they were about to close from pleasure.
“Eyes on me.”
I slowed my pace, allowing all hip and dip, using my dick to stir the pot. I could tell by the ‘O’ shape her lips formed that she didn’t expect my wide back ass to deliver that kind of motion.
She was wet.
“I’m bout to cum,” she moaned.
Damn talking her through it. I was gonna stroke her through as many orgasms as she could handle tonight.
I pulled her by her pillow-soft hips and pinned her in place so she could feel all these inches, while occasionally snaking my back, every thrust had them eyes rolling to the back of her head.
It wasn’t long, and she was putting that secret patty sauce on a nigga.
“I’m cummmm innnn, Ritzzz. Ouuuuu.” Her thunder thighs wrapped around my body, pushing my frame into hers. The vibrator flushed against her clit. She was completely unraveling.
Shitttt this girl was fucking me up.
Nothing blocked the feeling; it was crazy, hell, even reckless. I could feel all of her, her warmth and tightness, sucked me in every time, but we lived for the moment.
I kept a steady pace until she came down from her high. The dick was still stroking her fat pussy through it.
“Turn that ass over,” I demanded.
She was wobbly, but she obeyed. Once she flipped her ass over and created the perfect arch.
I couldn’t help myself; I slapped that big ass, wishing I had an ink machine to tattoo my name permanently.
I removed the ring, got a good grip with her soft and plushy body, slid back in, and went to town in that pussy.
But shawty was not a slouch; she threw that big muthafucka back.
One thing about a BBW, they ass created a damn tidal wave.
They had soft skin and enough fupa for the best handles for grip.
“Ah… ahh…ahhh.”
She went wild with each stroke.
That morning, I didn’t miss the tears she let flow while bouncing on my dick until the early morning.
Something definitely was off, but she wasn’t drunk to the point that I was coaching her through orgasms like a damsel in distress.
I didn’t see a ring, but I hope I wasn’t stroking on another man’s wife.
Oh well, it was too late now. The shit was just too good for me to fight my way out.
I let go. She let go. We let go all night, so much so that paying the marker was worth it.
Highest pussy I ever bet on.
Snapping out that night, here we are a couple of years later, and nothing matches that night.