Nikki sat on the edge of her bed as she carefully slid the pale white thigh highs up her long, toned legs, admiring them in the mirror. Standing, she finished them into place and turned slowly, making sure her upper thighs and tight, heart shaped ass looked just right. She carefully pulled her crotchless panties up those silken legs, positioning it just right, so that her delicate, tender treasure was wholly visible, accentuated by that tiny tuft of trimmed fur just over her clitoris, and she sat down on the edge of her bed again. Her soft palm caressed her very core as her mind drifted once more to the evening she was about to experience.
Nikki's friend Sharon had gotten her into this. Sharon had met a group of men who were seeking out women who prided themselves on their ability to deep throat big cock. Sharon had always been an adoring fan of servicing her men with her oral abilities and her cravings had evolved into quite an astounding talent. Sharon always felt it was her duty to work as hard as possible to bring men the pleasure she acknowledged they deserved, and her own (not so secret) needs were satiated in the deepest way by her worship of truly horsehung men. Sharon and Nikki had discussed this many times, and they completely understood each other when they would relate real-life experiences.
Nikki remembered the first time Sharon described her encounter with a man named Peter. Sharon had met Peter while away on business, first noticing his large, muscular frame, and his masculine, handsome features. As Sharon relayed the story to Nikki, Peter's eyes were warm, his hands large and strong and the bulge in his pants prominent enough to draw her attention as they sat in the hotel bar, getting to know each other. Peter was of German descent, and his blond features were very appealing to Sharon. As happens in many a hotel bar, their conversation eventually wound its way to flirtatious territory and Peter suggested they continue their discussion up in his room.
Sharon felt comfortable with Peter and accepted his invitation. Once upstairs, Peter took Sharon in his strong arms, leaning in slowly to kiss her deeply on the mouth, over and over again. As Nikki listened to Sharon's story, she could feel her own little pussy heating and moistening, envying her friend's uncanny ability to find men like Peter in situations that were more akin to a porn script than to a business conference. Anyway, as Sharon told it, they kissed for a long time, as Peter's hands roamed over her firm, curved body.
Sharon had large breasts, which were just aching to be played with, and she helped Peter remove her blouse and bra, which lifted them so high and proud. Her large mounds were finally exposed and Peter could not keep his hands or mouth off of them. He leaned down, his warm, moist tongue lapping at Sharon's stiffening peaks, as his hands held her firmly in place. Shivers ran through Sharon's body as Peter's expert tongue played at her nipples, teasing them to an incredibly erotic stiffness. Sharon groaned as her body began to heat with a deepening submission of sorts and all she could think of was how much she wanted to "taste" this man's cock. Peter stepped away and stripped off his shirt, revealing a perfectly smooth, tanned chest that was obviously the product of many years on the gym. Sharon inhaled a tiny gasp at the sight of his magnificent body, and just enjoyed the moment as her deepest essence began to throb and intensify.
Sharon instinctually sank to her knees, rising up tall before Peter, her back straight and her gaze fixed on his crotch as her feminine, manicured fingers deftly undid his belt, slowly moving to the button that held his khakis around his trim waist, and finally grasping the zipper and slowly pulling it down. Sharon loved the way Peter stood before her, his hands resting on his hips, as if almost posing a Dominant posture that only served to make Sharon feel all the more feminine—and more than a bit submissive. This was the zone that Sharon knew in her heart was hers and it caused her mouth to actually salivate as she "performed" for Peter. Her hands pulled his trousers down and she helped Peter step out of them, as she tossed them over the arm of the upholstered chair nearby.
Her eyes widened as she drank in the bulging pouch which appeared before her. Peter was wearing black, thong-type underwear, and his beautiful loins resembled a heavy bunch of fruit before her. She looked up at him, and while she spoke no words, her eyes revealed her appreciation and desire to bring pleasure. Her soft hands flattened out over his striated thighs and she slowly massaged his massive, rockhard legs up and down. They were, she noticed to herself, just as smooth as his incredible chest and arms. Sharon leaned in and planted a soft kiss upon that pouch, knowing deep in her heart that this was what she was born for.
Her lips tugged and teased at the massive bulge as she exhaled warm breath through the fabric and she could not wait another second. She looked up once again and her eyes met Peter's deep-set, dark blue eyes, which were smiling down at her. She grasped the thong where it encircled his waist and pulled it down his legs and helped step him out of it. Her breath was taken away as his huge cock was now exposed in all its glory. It was enormous and sensually beautiful, and Sharon took it in her hand, which by comparison appeared incredibly small. Her pussy began to moisten in earnest as she felt the sensual weight of Peter's cock in her hand. It must have measured about eleven inches long and beyond the amazing length it was almost as thick around as a very healthy, fully ripened cucumber. Her feral instincts took over and Sharon began to slowly stroke it back and forth, feeling it stiffen in her grasp.
She looked up at Peter once again, as if to say thank you for this beautiful cock, but she could not speak. Molten waves of desire, pleasure and the staggering need to "service" overwhelmed her. Back and forth she stroked that huge cock, causing it stiffen even further, and for a brief moment, she released it from her grasp. It pointed straight out from his beautiful body, the massive head weighing it down just slightly with the slightest, most sensual arc Sharon could have ever dreamed of.
Her soft, warm fist returned to the base, steadying Peter's huge cock as her moist, pink tongue escaped her lips to lap the satiny head, which was slowly turning a bluish hue as the pleasure flooded through Peter's muscular, masculine form. Sharon ached to really taste that magnificent cock, and her lips encased the plum-shaped head, drawing over it again and again. Her senses were in an incredibly heightened state as she leaned further in, taking more and more of Peter's awesome flesh, always conscious of the back and forth motion, which she matched perfectly to the steady stroking her tiny fist was bestowing upon the base of that giant cock. Sharon felt her own belly tighten with a sensation like butter melting within her deepest core.
Peter stood tall and motionless above Sharon, firmly focused on the pleasure which this woman was so proudly bestowing upon him. He could feel his full, heavy balls begin to tighten slowly, and when Sharon's other hand found them in her soft, worshipping palm, he could feel the pre-cum begin to leak copiously into her warm, moist mouth. He could only groan as he concentrated on relaxing his tightening pleasure in order to really enjoy this incredible display of servitude.
