Bbw And The Handyman - 1

This story is an experiment to try writing from a male perspective. It is purely fantasy based.

Say Pascal, Anja's tap in her bathroom is leaking again. Could you take another look at that?

Silvia asked her friend.

Alright, I'll text her later.

Her latest courtship is also over, did you know?

How long did it take?

he asked.

What will it be, Easter,

she counted on her fingers,

I think about four months. I feel bad for her.

Anja has never really been the happiest, she had her moods, but she didn't have a pretty face, he thought. While performing the chores at her house, he fantasized about her unheard of. He imagined her with bright red lipstick, and with an equally bright red short dress that stretched tightly around her more than plump body, her breasts bulging like a big bottom from a plunging neckline, with her hidden hard nipples just below, those two holes in her dress. seemed to be poking. Her full thighs were wrapped in black stockings and she wore above-the-knee boots. So much more flattering than the big jeans and the ugly, expensive sneakers, which she usually wore in reality.

The next day he was in her bathroom tinkering with the leaky faucet. Curious, he looked in the cupboards. There was an almost completely squeezed tube of toothpaste, a toothbrush, a ladyshave and several jars of cream. He also saw shaving soap and blades. For her pussy, he said to himself. Behind the jars was a blister of contraceptive pills. He saw her naked with huge breasts lying on her back, with a petite guy who was fucking terribly on top of her. Her thighs were wrapped around his hips. In his head he gave her back stockings and huge pointed heels on her feet. He liked that image better. He felt an erection coming on.

I'm going to get something nice for coffee!

he heard her calling downstairs.

Oke, it's fine!

he called back.

As soon as he heard the door slam shut, he walked into her bedroom. He opened the large closet and rummaged through her clothes. He went to her bedside table. Inside was a book with the title

I am who I am

. There were also a small vibrator and large dildo in the cupboard. He envisioned her bringing the dildo all the way in with her knees drawn up in solitude. He closed the door again and smelled the sheets on her bed. Detergent and perfume, hair perfume. He walked down the stairs to the living room. The top drawer of the dresser was locked. Needless, he thought, the lock was too weak to stop burglars. It actually sparks curiosity. Service items, wine glasses and a tablecloth were divided over the other two drawers, there was nothing more to do. He looked around and then went into the kitchen. He opened the kitchen cabinets, felt in the empty vases, and turned them upside down, rattling. He searched through the cutlery in the kitchen drawer and looked in the upper cupboards, but did not find a key anywhere.

He imagined the red dress in the locked drawer, stockings and suspenders, push-up bras, and a see-through nylon catsuit. And he pictured her in that catsuit as they sat over coffee in a minute. When she got home right away, she'd say she'd put on something hot for him and she'd ask him if he'd like to fuck her.

He heard the key go in the lock of the front door. He quickly shot into the toilet.

I'm back!

Okay!

he called from the toilet,

just hold on.

They drank coffee together at the kitchen table. She bought apple turnovers. He saw her bunch of keys lying on the counter, with a small key on the ring that must no doubt belong to the dresser drawer. The image of her in a tight see-through catsuit forced itself upon him again.

How is Sil?

she asked.

All right, how are you?

Her face fell and she put down her coffee cup.

Phew, it's over with Nico again.I heard it from Silvia, how long?

He noticed the bulge of her sweater and compared her tits to Silvia's. What a difference.

Exactly one month today. Nobody wants me

she sipped after it.

Oh, don't think like that

he said, knowing that his words made no sense. His thoughts went to her cunt. Was he shaved bald?

I just notice, no one wants to date me.

Courtship isn't everything

he said, realizing he was wrong again.

You have easy talking, you have Sil, handsome and slim. I also have needs.

He thought of the dildo and filled in that she was talking about fucking.

You don't need a courtship for that, do you?

Why not? I'm not a whore!

No, of course you're not a whore.

He saw her again in the red dress and red lipstick.

Besides, who would want to fuck me, excusez la mot,

she sulked,

I am fat and ugly.

He said nothing.

What are you watching?

she said with some irritation in her voice.

There was a silence as the frail man lay on top of her again and she lay panting and moaning, having one orgasm after another.

He shrugged and still said nothing.

Suddenly she drew an angry frown between her eyes:

Not really,

she said. She got up and put the empty cups on the counter.

Is the faucet ready?

Not yet,

he said

I'm going on again.

Sorry,

she said over her shoulder,

don't get anything in your head, that's really not possible.

Why not?

Didn't I tell you I'm not a whore? I don't just do it with anyone. And what about Sil?

He won't know anything about it.

Oh no? You're not going to tell her anything. Do you believe it yourself? And besides, I'm way too fat for you anyway, just look at Sil, you like slender pines.

She was wearing her catsuit again and with her back to him, she bent low. The catsuit had an open crotch.

Well,

she said,

True or False? Soon I will also lose my best friend.

So Silvia won't hear it from her either, he thought to himself.

He looked at the key on the bunch of keys and tried to believe that he was psychic about the contents of the drawer.

Why are not you saying anything?

I think,

he said.

To which?

fuck.

Pascal, stop!

Well if you don't want to then don't

he bluffed, hoping she would still tack.

It arrived. She bit her lower lip. He saw her doubting.

What about Sil?

she asked.

Were you planning to tell her?

he asked.

Thoughtfully and slowly, she shook her head.

Don't you think I'm too fat?

Too fat, you know what's fat?

He saw her smile for the first time since he had been with her.

Silly!

She took his hand and said:

Come on, let's go!

She rushed him and clumsily took off all his clothes. She pushed him back on her bed and spat a copious amount of large globs of saliva on and around his genitals. She asked him to pull his legs up And began to smear her spit with her tongue, adding more and more, all the way from his head to his anus. His whole crotch felt profusely wet. She sucked his balls into her mouth one by one and damn, when she had stroked her tongue from his balls to his anus she repeatedly brushed her tongue back and forth over his asshole. An immense satisfaction rose within him. He had never experienced this.

She raised her head:

Didn't you think of me?

and she went on.

She rose again and smiled silently at him.

Wow, that was nice

he said,

take your clothes off.

No

she said.

I want to touch your body.

Put it under my sweater, I'm not wearing a bra.

I want to see you.

No, you don't want that.

He unbuttoned her pants and put his hand inside. He wanted to know. She let him grope willingly.

Bald

he said.

Always,

she said.

Take your pants off.Her worst resistance disappeared. She dropped her pants and panties down to her ankles and her naked cunt was now right in front of his face. She shuffled a little closer. He felt it. He stuck a finger in, then another and a third. She was wet. She kicked the shoe off her other foot with one foot and stepped out of the trouser leg. She spread her legs a little further. He put the rest of his hand in her slit and felt the warmth and moisture.

Tasty?

he asked.

horny,

she said.

Pretty horny bitch, he thought.

Will you lick me again in a minute?

he asked.

You like it, don't you?

Yes. Take off your sweater.

Her shyness was over. She stood naked before him. Finally he saw her luscious full forms in a cool tight skin. He took his hand out of her cunt and touched her huge breasts and rubbed her belly. She bent over, making her tits droop and look even bigger. She put her mouth over his erect cock. Resting her hands on either side of him on the bed, she sank deeper over his genitals.

She came up again and said:

Wait a minute, step aside.

She took off her other shoe and kicked her pants off her ankle. She lay on her back on the bed and let her head hang over the edge. With two hands, he blubbered her flattened tits. Her nipples were big and hard.

Stand in front of me and put it in my mouth again,

she said.

He's fucking into it, he thought to himself.

He stood in front of her and put his cock in her mouth. She pulled him closer by the hips. She took his cock very deep. In the back of her mouth - or was it already in her throat? - he felt his head meet resistance. He saw and felt her make a swallowing movement. At the same time she pulled him even closer, sending his cock through the resistance, which suddenly seemed to be gone.

That horny thing just swallowed it! Her lips now encased his shaft all the way around his scrotum and pubic bone. With both hands he grabbed her head and with short fucking movements moved his sensitive head along the mucous membrane at the top of her esophagus.

He closed his eyes and fantasized about her with the red lipstick, tight red dress, black stockings and high boots. When his prostate began to pump up the semen, he quickly withdrew from her. Not yet.

She understood. She got off the bed, asked if it was good and without waiting for his answer said:

Now I want you in my pussy.

She leaned over on the edge of the bed and, reaching back with an open hand between her legs, said:

Come on, put it in there, what time do you have to leave anyway?

He had all the time.

Fine,

she said,

then we don't have to hurry. come.

How different she was now than an hour ago. She was difficult, but if you persisted a bit, you could just fuck her. How far would she go? He pictured her in a gangbang with Peter, John and himself.

What are you dawdling now?

She flapped her fingers. He pulled her buttocks apart and allowed his hand to be led into her cunt. He turned on and began to thrust. She counterbalanced the bed with her hands, so that he always came comfortably deep into it. He grabbed her wobbly breasts and pushed hard.

Eyes closed, he watched as she sucked Peter and John's swollen cocks, alternately. Maybe two cocks could fit in her cunt at once and the image in his head shifted to a sandwich. He thought of the dildo in the cupboard, his cock along with that big dildo in her cunt. It got the idea to fuck her in the ass. He didn't ask or say anything and took his boner out of her cunt. He pulled her buttocks apart again and put his head against her star.

She grabbed his cock between her thighs.

I knew you were naughty

and as she helped him into it she said:

come, as long as you wash him well at once.

Oooh, that was tight. Carefully he started to fuck her and with every movement he felt her sphincter squeeze. He went deeper and deeper.

He felt the seed come up again. He stopt.

Don't squeeze now

he said and slowly withdrew.

You can control yourself

she said. She lay on her back on the bed with her arms and legs spread wide.

do you like me?

she asked.

Yes

he said in all honesty.

Am I not too fat?I find it really hot.

Not everyone,

she said.

Enough men do.

But you do date Sil.

He fell silent for a moment, he didn't have an answer to this immediately.

Well?

she asked.

I'm going to wash up.

She walked ahead of him.

Come on, let me do it.

Luckily she didn't ask any further.

Oh, the tap is off,

she said as she entered the bathroom.

The shower works

he said.

He stood in the shower cubicle and let her soap his sex and rinse it off with a warm spray.

He stays nice and hard, doesn't he?

she said, tugging at it.

Shall I jerk you off?

Tasty,

he said curiously if she had talents for this too.

Then you have to say stop in time, don't you?

He nodded. He himself did not want to shoot his gunpowder yet.

She leaned against him, her warm breasts pressed against his back. With one hand she pulled his balls down to the pain threshold and with her other hand she made a fist around his erect penis and began to slide his foreskin up and down over his head in varying rhythm with long and short strokes.

Gee, she's not a whore, she says, but she sure knows how to work a guy, he thought to himself.

She must have built up her skills somewhere. With her ex-and so. Perhaps as a way to hold onto her courtships. Or maybe to compensate for her negative self-image about her body. That body that he could fantasize about so hot, always when she was near him. A body begging for slutty clothes. He wanted to believe it had nothing to do with compensatory behavior at all, but that she was just a horny slut, whore as hell, no matter how stubbornly she denied it to him. And he wanted to believe that there was all sorts of hot lingerie in the drawer and that she'd locked it when she went out to prevent him from finding out and telling Silvia.

She stood with her back against the wall and he leaned back against her with his eyes closed. He stopped thinking and surrendered completely to her hands. His head hung back. She sucked on his earlobe, breathed warmth into his ear, and occasionally inserted the wet tip of her tongue. Meanwhile she masturbated him vigorously and skillfully.

It's nice, I can tell you

she said.

By the way, you haven't licked my clit yet.

in a moment,

he said and he fantasized again. She was lying on her back in the middle of the bed. She was heavily made up, wearing only stockings, suspenders and high heels. He and his two friends knelt around her, touching her all over with six hands at once. She had a cock in both hands and she started to coo and squirm every time they touched her crotch.

Stop!

he cried. She immediately let go of him. He stood against her for a moment. He felt two hard nipples press against his shoulder blades.

Where did that cover come from for you?

he asked then. His thoughts and the emerging orgasm slowly subsided.

Cover?

At first you didn't want to and then suddenly everything was possible.

She started sulking again:

Just tell me if you don't like it

and she pushed him away.

Hey, I'm not saying I don't like it at all. I really like it very much.

Well, don't talk about it then. Don't think I do this with everyone. And really please never never ever say anything to Sil.He thought of her clit. In fact, he hadn't paid any attention to it. He imagined she had a clit the size of the tip of his little finger. One of those that you could suck on when it was in an excited position.

He solemnly promised her to keep his mouth shut, and was touched by her naive thought that he would talk to his own girlfriend about this.

Her clit was not the size of a pinky, but a nice little penis. It tasted salty. With the right strokes of his tongue between her lips and over her clit, her whole body trembled and she gasped short and violently. He tried to discover which touch of his tongue made her respond that way. He put his thumb in her cunt and pushed it towards her anus. The tension it put on her lips pushed her clit forward a little so he could reach it better with his tongue.

He thought again of the closed drawer. Would she have bought the sexy sets herself, or would her exes have given her - and therefore herself - as a gift?

She reached for the bedside table as he licked her and took out her dildo and vibrator. She pushed his head aside.

look,

she said,

I have this too.

She felt the dildo deep inside her. He got the vibrator pressed into his hand.

Join us here, on stand three.

When he started to move the device on and around her clit, she reacted as if powerful electric shocks were being delivered to her. She gently stirred the dildo in her cunt and every time it touched the top of her clip her body vibrated violently and she uttered a cry as if she were being hurt. He was about to stop, but she yelled:

Continue!

He took the dildo from her in his free hand and started to fuck her harder and harder, while at the same time he worked her clit exuberantly with the vibrator on the highest setting. Then the orgasms started coming, one after the other. She cried out every time another one came. She put her hands in her hair, as if in desperation. Her half-closed eyes looked at him absently and kept spinning away. Sweat was on her forehead, but she kept yelling for him not to stop. He seemed like he could control her and he enjoyed the complete power he had over her orgasms with her instruments.

She became exhausted and stopped him by placing her hands on his. She lay motionless for a while with her eyes closed. He played with his hands on her breasts and pulled them up by her nipples.

Slowly she came to her senses.

What's it like to fuck Sil?

The question surprised him. He didn't know what would do him good, the truth or a white lie.

It's okay,

he said.

It's okay? That doesn't sound enthusiastic. Good or bad?

Moderate, it differs,

he said. It was thin ice for him.

And with me?

Very tasty,

he said, now with a little more conviction.

Tastier than with Sil?

How did you like having sex with someone you're not dating?

He tried to get away from the subject of Silvia.

You're nice. Come and repair taps more often. Oh God, that faucet!

She got up from the bed.

Do you still have a lot of work to do?

No, I just need to replace the leather. I have a new one with me. You can take a shower in the meantime if you want.

Images flash through his head again. She was heavily made up, bare-breasted and wearing an outrageously short black latex skirt around her full ass and high-heeled pumps, cleaning the bathroom, reaching high to wipe the window, while he stood there repairing the tap and through the mirror pulled her ordinary skirt up further and saw her voluptuous buttocks come out from under it.

You're the absent type, aren't you? What are you all thinking about?

to nothing,

he said and also got up from the bed.

To Sil?

No.

Don't do it when you're here

and she naughtily tugged on his semi-erect penis.

Hey, you haven't come at all.

I'm just finishing the tap, would you like to lick me again like before?

Absolutely Pascal! Lekka lekka, hmmmm, about your shit again, right?

Super!

he said.

Then I will indeed take a quick shower while you do some more with the tap. Then I will lick and jerk you off again until you come. Don't think you can get out of here without your jizz gone, I want to see how you cum.

He had never done odd jobs completely naked. He chuckled.

What are you laughing at?

she asked from the shower cubicle as she soaped her whole body with a sponge.

He looked sideways at her and said:

The tap is almost ready, let me soak you with my bare hands.

I'm not saying no

she answered.

They stood together in the cabin, he against her. With his hands full of gel, he slithered over her breasts, her stomach, and between her thighs. It felt good. He pressed his full-length erection into her buttock and pressed his balls against her buttocks.

What a beautiful beast you are,

she said, pushing her ass back, wobbling.

They dried each other with a towel and went back into the bedroom.lie down,

she said.

She pushed his legs up and with his hands in the back of his knees he remained in that position. She spat liberally between his buttocks and over his scrotum. She grabbed his tight and started licking. First over his balls and then between his buttocks. When she stroked her tongue over his anus, she began to tug on his cock with pleasant jerks.

Then he felt her insert her finger into his anus, slowly moving it in and out, deeper and deeper. And if that wasn't enough, she also started licking his balls. She sucked them alternately all the way into her mouth.

What a horny slut, he thought about her with feeling lust. No, she was right, he had never really thought this of her. And if Silvia knew this about her? He was sure not. And it had to stay that way forever was his firm conviction, thinking of all the opportunities that might come after this.

Her finger went deeper and deeper and she tugged steadily at his boner with a firm grip. His thoughts stopped and he shot into a state of ecstatic ecstasy as the tip of her finger pressed against his prostate. Without any warning of an impending orgasm, his cum suddenly began to eject forcefully from his cock. She stopped pulling, but continued to pulsate on his prostate. It seemed like his cum kept coming out for tens of seconds. He couldn't help but gasp.

She pulled her finger back and began to lick his head. It felt good, but the excitement was over. He took his hands from under his knees and rested his legs over her head on her shoulders. She slowly got up and lay down next to him. They said nothing. Gently she massaged his flaccid sex with one hand. Satisfied, he put his hand on her stomach.

When they were back in the room dressed and he was about to leave, he asked her for his own peace of mind:

Was this a one-off?

She laughed and squeezed his penis so hard through his pants that he let out a cry of pain.

What did you think, handyman!