It took about five seconds until we were in his bedroom with the door closed. His room was fair sized, but his king-sized bed made it seem small, just like his king-sized body. It felt cozy and comfortable in his room, despite being a total bachelor dive. I leaped up onto his bed without hesitation and curled up on his pillows like a kitten curling up in a ball.
I laughed, giddy and excited, and Mike looked a little surprised yet again.
"So...I'll be on the bottom. My bed is strong so it'll work this time."
"You're sure you don't wanna crawl on top? I can take it." I laughed.
"Tch. Yeah right. I don't wanna crush you. I'm just starting to like you."
I loved it. He was reluctant but playful. I was hoping to synergize his stubborn nature with the casual dominance that he'd awakened earlier.
"Oh, do you like me? Am I becoming of use, master?" I rolled over onto my knees at the head of his bed, arching my hips in the air and presenting my naked growler to him. "I hope you can find a new way to use me for your pleasure." I wiggled my hips back and forth just slightly.
"Jesus...look at that." Mike's husky voice sounded lustful and hungry again.
He started to crawl onto the bed, first just his hand pressing into the tail end of the mattress, then a knee on the other corner. With each limb that planted onto the bed, the king-sized mattress shifted to conform to his weight. I was already kneeling in the giant sleeping groove that his body had carved out of the bed, but as he crawled towards me, I couldn't help but stumble over from the motion of his spring mattress. Before I knew it Mike was on all fours right behind me, his hot breath grazing the skin of my right butt cheek.
Just as I looked over my shoulder to see Mike's huge form looming like a giant quadrupedal beast, he planted a kiss on my ass.
"Oh..." I cooed at the sensation of his fat lips and his beard pressing into my body. That was the first time he'd tasted me below the waist, and I felt suddenly flustered at the hope that I could further please his appetite. He kissed me again, harder.
"You don't have to do anything if you don't want, Mike...but if you want to-"
His tongue suddenly pressed into my right inner thigh, ran up the surface of my labia, and right through my ass crack.
"Oh, fuck!"
I clenched one of his pillows with both hands as Mike's tongue began to slather up and down between my thighs and my ass without the slightest hesitation. I had just been thinking he might've been grossed out at the idea of going down on a girl, but clearly he wasn't afraid. My pussy was already wet from the thought of his swelling cock, and I very quickly became much wetter.
"Mmh-hmmm-mrrhh." Mike smacked his lips and slurped away at my labia, loudly and hungrily. I'd spent good money making sure my pussy and anus were as hairless as a boiled egg, but Mike's thick, shaggy beard smothered my lips in the black fur of his face.
"Oh god, Mike...fuck."
Mike's big hand gripped my thigh and pulled my leg out from underneath my hip.
"Turn over," he commanded.
"Yes, sir."
I quickly obeyed, and flipped over on the bed to see Mike looming above me. I lay on my back with my legs spread, and my blue shirt still covering my torso. Mike was on all fours and fully clothed, huge, hungry, and clearly in the mood to explore. He let himself collapse down into the bed, the whole mattress sinking and shaking from the impact of his giant body. His head rested just above my stomach, so I pulled myself back towards the headboard and grabbed a pillow on each side.
Big Mike wasted no time in planting his head between my legs and plunging his tongue deep into me. Slow buildup was obviously not on his mind, but that was fine with me. I was already painfully horny for his cock, but the feeling of being eaten out by him was something else altogether. Yet again, his closeness to me made me feel tiny, like a piccolo gelato being slurped up on a hot summer day.
Mike's big meaty hands and hairy sausage fingers clenched my thighs above the knee and spread them apart as far as they would physically go. He gripped them so hard it almost hurt. His beard was a bit raspy on the soft flesh of my inner thighs, but his tongue was so deep and stimulating that I couldn't really think about anything else.
"Oh god! Jesus fucking Christ, Mike!"
Mike continued to gobble me away loudly, my thighs and stomach now doused in his saliva. I hugged a pillow tight and buried my face into it to muffle a scream. This caught his attention enough to pause.
"You okay?"
I panted and put one hand on his big head while I caught my breath.
"Yeah, yeah. It's amazing. You're so good at this."
Mike's face lit up with a big smile. He kept himself propped up with one arm and let the other hand explore my pussy. Those big chubby fingers returned to my sex, and it wasn't long before he was fingering me.
"Oh, shit...Mike that's good, but I want your cock. Please..."
Mike stopped and looked into my eyes. His excitement only paused for a second before another smirk returned to his face.
"Did I ask for your opinion, little girl?' He shoved his fat fingers back inside me and began to finger me roughly.
"Oh, Jesus!"
I grabbed his wrist with both hands to calm him, but the strength of both my arms was nothing compared to the force his single hand could produce. Mike almost laughed at me as he probed into my body. By that point he basically knew the rules, and there were only small details that he needed to clarify. At the very least, he knew that I wasn't going to argue with him.
We stayed like that for a few minutes, Mike testing the elasticity of my chamber while I teetered on the edge between pleasure and pain. The more I felt his power sweep over me, the harder I felt it to look him directly in the eyes. I wasn't exactly reaching orgasm, but I was so stimulated that I felt overwhelmed regardless.
