Meeting Hoshoka Ch 10

Greetings, readers! I'm back with another installment of Dave and Hoshoka's adventures. Some of you were kind enough to leave comments after the Halloween special requesting that Emily, the chubby cashier at the doughnut place, join Dave and Hoshoka for a threesome. I'd been on the fence about that - "oh, it would be so cliché, and it would be harder for me to write because it's not something I can draw on my own experiences for" - but honestly, this is my big goofy oni fantasy and I can do whatever I like with it. So while the threesome doesn't happen in this chapter, we do have Hoshoka pursuing Emily and working towards that soft, sexy threesome. I hope you enjoy, please leave me some comments!

CW: BBW, dommy mommy play, monsterfucking (human male/oni female), open relationship, face-sitting

***

Hoshoka was riding me, her soft belly resting on mine, huge breasts wobbling as she rocked her hips back and forth. She was leaning forward, her hands on my shoulders, pinning me against the mattress like she was forbidding me from doing any of the work during this lovemaking session. Her eyes drifted closed as she guided my hard cock inside her; her weight pressing down on me ensured it was buried as deep as possible in her hot, soaked pussy.

"That's it, sweet boy," she murmured, half to herself. "Let Mama do all the work tonight and just take care of your beautiful hard cock with her fat cunt, you just relax and bask in Mama's attention..."

"You might be doing the work, Mama, but I can still worship you like this..." I replied, running my hands up her thighs to grab playfully at her love handles, massaging and kneading her belly. Hoshoka arched her back, presenting her full breasts to me; I craned my neck forward and was able to nip gently at one of her nipples, causing her to gasp.

"My greedy boy," she purred, "not content with just Mama's pussy, are you? You want her fat tits too, well you go right ahead sweet boy!" And she leaned forward further, pressing her breasts into my face, grinding her clit against my pelvis as she fucked me. My hands slid further up, squeezing and massaging her wobbling ass cheeks.

With the pressure being put on her clit and the combined sensation of my cock inside her, my hands on her ass and my mouth all over her breasts, it didn't take long for Hoshoka to bring herself to orgasm. Her pussy clenched around my cock, the muscles rippling up and down the length of me, coaxing me to climax with her. I gripped her hips tighter as I came inside her.

"That's my good boy," she purred, "fill Mama up with all that hot cum, give me every drop!"

As my hips stopped bucking, Hoshoka lowered herself down, sprawling out on top of me.

"You always feel so good," she murmured in my ear, running her fingers through my hair.

"And..." she hesitated. "There's something I've been thinking about...something I want..."

"What's that?" I replied, slightly breathlessly - she was heavy after all, even if I was mostly used to having her weight on me.

"I hope you won't be mad at me for this..." she continued slowly.

I kissed her neck.

"I won't be mad," I told her as firmly as I could.

"I've been thinking about...how long it's been since I've gotten to eat a woman's cunt..." she said, suddenly shy. "I've been fantasizing about it...about pushing my tongue inside...all the way in...tasting her honey..."

Hoshoka squirmed on top of me as she made this confession.

"I know you've said you want to keep me all to yourself, and you mean too much to me - I'd never go behind your back." She propped herself up on her elbows to allow herself eye contact with me.

"If you say no," she told me, "I'll respect it and I won't say a word about this again. But I am asking, respectfully, to be allowed to fuck another woman. Please?"

The warm, sticky, pleasantly empty feeling in my groin told me to let Hoshoka have anything she wanted.

I took a deep breath. She tensed, waiting for the denial.

"There needs to be some ground rules," I told her. "Everything above-board, okay? Anyone you pursue, I want you to be honest with them about having a boyfriend, and I'd like to meet anyone you want to take to bed. I'm not asking to be present or join in, but I want to know you're being safe. Does that sound fair?"

Hoshoka rolled off of me and stretched out on the bed next to me.

"It is such a turn-on to have my man be so concerned about my safety, no matter how big and strong I am," she said, flexing one arm to show the iron-hard muscles hidden beneath her softness.

"But yes, all that sounds reasonable to me," she continued. "There was someone I had my eye on..."

"Emily, from the doughnut shop?" I ventured.

She nodded, smirking slightly. "Clever boy. And yes. She's gorgeous, and while I think she's a little intimidated by me, I think it turns her on too. And she's sweet on you already! What could be better?"

"I think she would be a good choice for you," I told her, "just don't pursue her so hard that you scare her, okay?"

"I promise!" Hoshoka said with a wide smile.

***

Hi Emily, this is Hoshoka. I hope you don't mind that I copied your number from Dave's phone. Um, I don't really know how to say this so I'm just going to come out with it. Dave and I have decided to open our relationship up some, and you are honestly just the prettiest woman I've seen in...I don't want to say how long. You've been super nice and sweet on the times I've gotten to meet you, and if you're interested, I'd like to take you out for dinner sometime. Please let me know!

"Before I send this - how does this look?" Hoshoka asked, pushing her phone towards me. I read through the message and handed her phone back to her.

"I think this looks good," I told her. "I mean, I don't have a ton of experience here, but it reads very respectful, very sweet, and gives her space without pressure to decide. I'd send it."

Hoshoka took a deep breath, and pressed send.

"Now we wait," she said, sounding more nervous than I'd ever heard her before.

It wasn't long before we heard the buzz of a text - from my phone. It was Emily.

Hey Dave, it's Emily. Um, I got a text from Hoshoka? And I just wanted to verify if this is real or what's going on. Are you guys opening your relationship? Because if not, this is bad news and I don't want to be a homewrecker. Just wanted to make sure you knew what's up and this is all good.

I showed Hoshoka the text, and wrote a reply letting her know that it was all good, and that we were opening our relationship so that Hoshoka could fulfill some needs that I couldn't meet as a guy. My phone buzzed again as she wrote back.

Oh. Oh wow. She is so pretty she's almost scary - I can't believe that she decided to ask me!

Almost as soon as I read that, Hoshoka's phone buzzed.

OMG, Hoshoka, I can't imagine what you see in me but - I'd love to go out on a date with you. Instead of dinner, how about we meet at Cool Beans for coffee and we can get to know each other better? Would that be cool with you?

"This girl is too sweet," Hoshoka said, clicking her tongue. "And I see a lot in her...hopefully including my tongue."

I gave her a playful swat on the thigh. "Don't rush too fast towards being lewd, you'll scare her off. She's already like a deer in the headlights when she sees you."

I would love to get coffee with you and get to know each other better. You name the time and place, I can be there any time. But please, Emily, let me treat you to coffee :)

Hoshoka got my approval on her response, and pressed send.

"By the way, where is Cool Beans?" she asked, a little sheepishly.

"It's right on Main Street," I told her. "Turn left after you leave the house, walk two blocks to Pierce Street, then turn right and follow Pierce all the way to Main. Cool Beans is right on the corner. Are you excited?"

"I am," Hoshoka replied, "but...nervous too? I've never begun things with a date before; I always leapt straight to fucking. Hells, I had never gone on a date until you started taking me out!"

"I'm excited for you too," I told her, giving her thigh a squeeze. "I want you to be as happy as possible, Mama."

Hoshoka wrapped an arm around my shoulders and hugged me close. "I feel the same way about you, Dave," she said sweetly. "You know, if Emily happens to be open to a threesome..."

I laughed a little. "If that happens, I'll be very surprised. And probably die a very happy man sandwiched between two unbelievably beautiful women."

***

Having a hot date on the horizon meant it was time to take Hoshoka shopping. We had decided on her light blue-gray sweater with black leggings; the walk to Cool Beans necessitated her comfortable sneakers. After some thought, we found her a dark blue wool jacket to wear over her sweater (the weather now turning distinctly chilly), and a long blue and tan-striped scarf. A basic purse and wallet (since she'd be carrying "her" bank card for the date) completed her ensemble.

"I have a special request," Hoshoka told me the night before her date.

"Would you...shave me? Like my armpits and thin out my bush? I know you love my body hair, sweet boy, but I'm nervous Emily won't."

"I'd be happy to," I told her, and grabbed my electric razor from the bathroom.

It took a couple passes with the razor to get each armpit smooth. After some discussion and review of different "styles" online, we decided shave her bikini line smooth and trim the rest down to about a half-inch in length. Again, like her armpits, it took a few passes to get it trimmed down without her thick curls jamming the razor. Once it was finished I held a mirror up for her to see.

"That is cute," Hoshoka said, admiring her reflection. "We should have done this ages ago; I mean, I like my curls but this feels pretty sexy. I like that you can see my lips better. What do you think, am I more kissable than ever down there?"

"There's nothing on Earth that could make your pussy not look good," I told her honestly. "If you want to hop in the shower and wash the stray trimmings away, I'll show you exactly how kissable your pussy looks."

Hoshoka sashayed to the shower, swinging her hips dramatically and glancing over her shoulder at me every other step. Finally she made it to the bathroom and I heard the shower turn on.

A few minutes later, the shower turned off and she sauntered back into the bedroom, wrapped in a fluffy pink towel that was just barely long enough to cover her ample curves. She struck a few dramatic poses, let the towel drop to the floor, and crawled into bed, pinning me down with her weight.

"Now," she purred, "I think my sweet boy said something about showing me exactly how kissable my pussy is? Is that right? Show me."

She gracefully lifted one leg up, brought it over me, turned, and put the other leg over me so that her enormous ass hovered over me. Without another word, she brought herself down on my face, pressing her pussy firmly against my mouth.

It felt strange to be giving her oral without her dense bush; her scent wasn't as strong, and there was nothing for me to work through to get to her opening. I brought my arms up around her waist, holding her steady as I started licking her lips with the same gusto I'd brought to it since our first night together. Before long my tongue was deep inside her and her juices were running down my chin.

"That's it Dave, eat that fucking pussy, eat that fat fucking oni cunt, ohhhhh, you like that don't you? You like being force-fed Mama's fat fucking cunt? Show Mama how much you fucking love it!" Hoshoka's voice was powerful, commanding, but I thought I could hear the waver of how much she was enjoying what I was doing in her tones. I just hugged her hips tighter and buried my face deeper in her soaked lap. She squealed in excitement.

"Oh! Ohhhh! I - ohhh - think I see! Yesssss! My sweet boy is feeling the pangs of jealousy, isn't he? Jealous that Mama has a hot date tomorrow? You want to assert your claim to Mama's sexy fucking body, don't you? Remind Mama how good you are? Ohhh, Mama likes that, sweet boy. Mama loves that so fucking much. Show Mama how good that fucking tongue is, sweet boy!"

She was grinding hard against my mouth at this point, throwing her whole weight against my face, her ass cheeks clapping loudly with each bounce. Her heavy breasts were bouncing against my erect cock, the caress of their warm softness a sensual tease.

It wasn't long before Hoshoka ground herself to orgasm against my mouth, soaking my face and chest in her slickness with a long moan of pleasure. Almost as soon as her pussy had stopped spasming, her wet mouth was engulfing my cock, tongue coiling around my shaft. She was aggressive about blowing me, almost feral; I couldn't tell if she was reminding me that she owned my cock or if it was passionate reassurance that no matter how the date went tomorrow she'd still want me.

I got my answer when she came up for air. With a gasp, she growled "Mama loves this fat fucking cock, sweet boy, she fucking loves how good you feel in her, how you taste, the way you throb for your greedy fucking Mama! This is Mama's cock, to lick and kiss and suck and fuck forever!" The words came tumbling out of her, and she'd barely finished the word "forever" before she had her mouth on me again.

The sensation was so intense, there was no holding back. I moaned her name as the pressure began to rise up my shaft, and in response she pushed her face down lower, putting her chin against my pelvis and angling my cock down her throat. I came, and I could feel the muscles in her throat milking my cock as she swallowed each spurt with ease.

She held my cock in her mouth until she was certain I was completely empty, allowing me to go soft between her lips. She rolled off of me and sat up, wiping drool off her chin, and gave me a bright smile.

"Mmm, thank you for that, Dave," she purred. "Thank you for all of this - for making me orgasm, for giving me your delicious cum, for shaving me, and for allowing me my fun tomorrow. You do so much for me, and I hope I show you adequate appreciation."

I was in no position to move from where I was laying. "I feel very appreciated, Hoshoka," I told her with a sleepy smile. "You do a lot for me too."

***

The next day, I saw Hoshoka off for her date; I'd offered to drive her up to Main Street, but she insisted on walking.

"After all, Emily and I might be walking back this way together!" she explained brightly.

Once she'd left, I locked up the house (Hoshoka had a spare key) and decided to do a few rounds of ChowDashing. I figured I would give the girls plenty of time for their date, and if Hoshoka's hopes came true, some time for them to enjoy themselves at the house afterwards.

It wasn't long before my phone chirped; Hoshoka had sent me a photo, a selfie of her sipping her XL iced coffee alongside Emily with her drink. Hoshoka had a good eight inches on Emily, even in human form, and Emily was dangerously close to being eclipsed by Hoshoka's breasts in the camera frame.

You both look great. Don't worry about me though, pay attention to her!

I texted her.

Two hours later, I got another text; I assumed it would be letting me know I was okay to return to the house. Instead, it consisted of the words

Did you know this was a thing?

and a photo.

The photo was of the cover of a paperback romance novel, slightly beat-up from time spent in a backpack or purse. It was titled "Love Slave to the Demon Shogun" and the cover art showed a muscular, red-skinned man with long white hair, tusks, and a single curved forehead horn; he was wearing a tigerskin draped around his waist and held an iron-studded club over his shoulder. With his free hand, he cupped the ass of a very busty woman in a disheveled kimono who was looking up at him adoringly.

He was an oni. I even recognized the club; Hoshoka had a very similar one, normally kept stored in our bedroom closet. She took it out occasionally at night to swing around in the backyard.

I've seen werewolf and vampire romance novels, but never one with an oni before

, I texted back.

It seems Miss Emily is a very big fan of oni/human romance. Can you imagine a bigger coincidence?

Hoshoka wrote.

It was fated

, I replied.

I'm going to tell her. Wish me luck, sweet boy.

***

The next text was two hours later; I'd gotten tired of driving around town, and parked myself at the library for a while.

I'm walking Emily back to her place now; I'm hoping my sweet boy will be home waiting for me when I get back.

I almost ran to my car and zipped down the road to get back to Hoshoka's house, pulling into the driveway just as she rounded the corner on her way to the house, coming from the opposite direction. As soon as she caught sight of me, Hoshoka began running; she has a lot of muscle cushioned underneath all that softness, and was able to really move.

Regardless, she was nevertheless more than a little winded by the time she got to the door.

"Fucking fuck, my fucking tits!" she wheezed as she got into the house. "Like two bears fighting under my sweater trying to run like that. Shitting bitch, is this why women wear bras?"

She quickly began stripping her clothes off, and once nude began her transformation back into her usual self and allowed herself to flop on to the couch.

I started to ask her how the date went, but the incredibly pleased, "cat that got the cream" face she gave me spoke volumes.

"That good, huh? Did you bring her back here?" I asked.

"Not yet," Hoshoka replied, still grinning. "We sat and talked at Cool Beans until they kicked us out to make room for other customers, then walked to Bobaland for more drinks and talked some more. I did invite her back here, but she thought that might be moving too fast on a first date. We did share a kiss though when I dropped her off!"

I grinned back at her. "That's great, Mama! I'm really glad you had a good time with her. And you told her you're an oni?"

Hoshoka nodded vigorously. "I did! And had to prove it a little; I gave her a glimpse of my natural teeth, tusks and all, and a little bit of tongue."

"How'd she take it?"

Hoshoka gave me a wink. "Startled, at first, a bit nervous, but interested and definitely at least a little turned on by the thought. Apparently there are a couple series of oni-human pillow books on the market, and she's a big fan of all of them; she loaned me the one I showed you and gave me some recommendations for a few anime series that focus on oni and other yokai that she said are good. It sounds like she knows her stuff."

"Definitely sounds like a great first date," I told her, "have you made plans for your next one yet?"

"We were looking at either another coffee date or a pizza lunch three days from now," she replied, "but I wanted to double check and make sure I still had your okay to continue this."

"You have my okay," I affirmed, "I want you to enjoy yourself and the modern world beyond just me."

My phone buzzed. It was a text from Emily.

Dave, what does your self control look like? How on earth do you not brag endlessly about having a hot oni girlfriend?

I chuckled and showed the message to Hoshoka before replying:

I'm too introverted - I don't hang out with anybody enough to spend time bragging. Hoshoka has kept me pretty busy since we met, to be honest. How are you doing? I hope you had a great time, and I'm really glad you're taking the fact that she's an oni so well. It was definitely a shock to me to find out. Hoshoka's over the moon here, and is excited to see you again, and I'm hoping that the feeling's mutual.

Soon enough we had a reply.

I can't wait to see her again! She's so sweet and so nice; I've never been on a date with anyone like her before. When she first told me she was an oni, I thought she was making fun, but she showed me her teeth - her real teeth - and told me a little bit about her history and how she ended up here and now. I'm really excited to meet the real her!