Mr. Big: An Erotic Novella of Epic Proportions Page 3

  It was an intentional compliment I would have given anyone, but in this case it was absolutely genuine. The woman seated in front of me fit my absolute definition of the word ‘MILF’. Yes, she probably had a few extra pounds on her, but what she had she was carrying extremely well. I watched her take the compliment with a blush as she struggled to answer my question.

  “That’s kind of you to say. I do a little bit of exercising at hone – you know, exercise video tapes, things like that. But we…” she caught herself as soon as she had said it, “I mean I, think I could probably stand to lose a little more.”

  I heard the words leave her lips and I knew exactly why she had slipped up before she even bothered explaining herself.

  “What I meant to say is – my husband thinks I need to lose a few pounds.”

  Asshole – I bet her husband is probably fifty pounds overweight himself…

  “I see” I told her. “Well, there are a number of different things we can do. We have cardio machines here in the gym, although I would probably recommend a little plyometrics first…”

  She held up her hand in an effort to stop me.

  “Umm, I’m a little uncomfortable with working out in the gym. I was hoping that you could come to my home – if that was an option?”

  She was finally looking at me with her mousy brown eyes as she said it.

  “And I know its short notice, but I was hoping we could start soon?”

  I nodded my head and took out my calendar, looking at my schedule. I wasn’t exactly thrilled with fitting someone in on my day off. As I browsed the schedule another question occurred to me.

  “Mrs. Sanders, Tina said that you asked for me by name – did someone refer you to me?”

  “I’m a friend of Felicia Stanwick” she said. “And please call me Monica.”

  Bingo

  “Ok Monica, why don’t we start today?”

  Chapter 7

  “Ok, why don’t we start with lunges?”

  It had seemed like the natural thing to start her with. She had said she used to be an athlete and she was interested in getting back into shape. It was the right exercise to start with, to work on both her strength and her flexibility.

  But based on the way that she was dressed, I wasn’t sure if she was really interested in working on either…

  The outfit was tight and skimpy by anyone’s standards, and it certainly wasn’t anything that you would have seen in the public gym. As shy as she had been when we originally talked, I had been taken back. But I couldn’t say that I had been all that surprised. The fact that she had been referred by Fast Felicia had given me pause, and looking at the way she had dressed told me she might have had other things on her mind.

  But then again the married ones usually did, and it was one of the things I loved them for…

  She was midway through her twelfth lunge when she squealed and grabbed the back of her right thigh.

  “Whoa – what is it?”

  “Oh God, it’s my piriformis muscle. I tore it playing soccer in college and it’s been a damn recurring injury for me forever.”

  She was grabbing at her upper thigh and running her hand up her leg. I knew the piriformis muscle well enough to know that it was nestled deep behind the gluteus maximus. She was giving me an invitation that I couldn’t refuse, but I still decided to take things slow.

  “Lay down on your stomach” I told her. “This can usually be worked out because you have tight adductors. If I can work them out then it will relieve the pressure on your piriformis.”

  She was lying in front of me before my pseudo-diagnosis was even out of my mouth. I straddled her legs and started to massage the muscle tissue in her rear right leg. The position I was in gave me a clear shot of her scantily clad butt, and as I massaged her I was greeted with the sight of her pink cotton panties. It was a view I knew she was aware she was giving me, but I still needed to get some fact finding out of the way first.

  “So where is Mr. Sanders?” I asked while continuing the long strokes on her right leg.

  “That feels good” she said.

  She lingered for a moment on answering my question, which was almost an answer in itself. But as I continued to rub her leg, she spoke.

  “Actually Martin – my husband – he doesn’t live here.”

  That wasn’t what I was expecting…

  “We separated last month” she said. “One of the reasons he was unhappy was he said that I’ve put on a few pounds. So that’s why I came to see you.”

  My hands started rubbing higher on her leg like they had a mind of their own. I was listening to her tell me about her asshole husband, and my eyes were going back and forth between the gold band on her finger and the ass waving back and forth in front of me. And it was clear to me now why she had sought me out.

  “Your entire gluteus region is tight, that’s half your problem” I said as I ran my hands all the way up her leg.

  It was a diagnosis that let me put my hands directly on her ass, although I realized now I probably didn’t need a reason to do that. As I continued to rub the flesh of her tantalizing butt she continued to offer me little resistance. If anything, her ass wiggled in a way that only beckoned me forward.

  “I’m going to massage your piriformis now Monica – stop me if there’s any discomfort.”

  I needed to say it – it was kind of a formality. I knew there wasn’t going to be any discomfort, and I’m pretty sure she knew it too. She was going to be feeling anything but discomfort, and it was a thought that made my cock start to rise as I ran my hands over her ass.

  Her ass wiggled again as she made a contented little sigh, and I got an even closer look at her panty covered crotch. I was close enough now to see the hint of the little brown hair that was hiding underneath, and I was ready to see more. I knew it was what she wanted, and I was through with playing games. I continued to massage her ass with my right hand while I let the fingers of my left hand stray.

  I applied gentle pressure at first, merely slipping underneath the hem of her panties that was closest to her crotch. She didn’t protest, but instead simply moaned as I pulled the fabric back. I was instantly greeted with the sight of a pussy that was wet and waiting and apparently not good enough for the man who had put the ring on her finger. And even as I felt my cock straining against my shorts, I decided I wanted to hear the words from her lips.

  I leaned down closer to her as I ran my fingers around the outside of her pussy. I didn’t need to get them close to know that it was warm and wet, but I moved them closer still. I ran my fingers to the outside of her swollen lips but fell just short of her wet opening, and as I stopped I could feel her body expecting me to go further. But instead of giving her my fingers I merely pressed my lips to her ear.

  “What exactly is it you want Monica? Was it really personal training you were interested in?”

  My question surprised her because her immediate reply was a gasp. I had my fingers pressed against her in a way that told her she would be receiving one or several soon. And I could tell by the wet heat between her legs that was what she wanted. But I still needed to hear her say it.

  “I just…” she stammered, with a voice that was hoarse with excitement, “I’ve been horny since my husband left Michael. And he told me I needed to lose a couple of pounds. And my friends were telling me all I really needed…”

  She stopped short of finishing her thought, but that didn’t keep me from wanting to tease it out of her. I ran my fingers around the moist lips of her pussy before sliding my index finger in. She was wet and willing and just snug enough to let me know getting my cock in would be a challenge. I listened to her moan before easing a second finger in to help her open up.

  “All you really needed was what Monica? What did your friends tell you that you needed?”

  I started fucking her wet pussy with two fingers and felt her body starting to wiggle under mine. She was starting to gently moan like a woman who was hot and needed to be fuc
ked. The fact that she was married thrilled me, but the thought that her husband was casting her aside filled me with rage. But as she started pushing her wet pussy back against my hands I was determined to fill her with something else.

  “My friends told me I just needed to get fucked! My friends told me Martin was a shit and all I needed was a stiff cock.”

  Hearing that language come out of the mouth of the demure woman who had come into the gym earlier that day should have been shocking. But I could be shocked at nothing, since I was in the process of trying to get a third finger into her married pussy. I could feel her body relaxing further even as her moaning was starting to get louder, and I knew that she was close to ready. I continued to finger fuck her with one hand while slipping my other hand down to my own waist.

  “And what exactly did Felicia tell you?” I asked her as I managed to slip myself free of my shorts.

  A glance down at my cock confirmed to me what I already knew. It was rock hard and standing at attention, a tiny gleam of precum glistening on its purple tip. My cock was secretly preparing itself for battle, even as I was preparing Monica to receive it.

  “She told me…” she managed in hitched gasps, “She told me to contact you. She said you managed to fuck her until she saw stars.”

  I slipped my fingers from her pussy and was delighted at the small whine that she made. Her disappointment was short lived though, as I put both of my hands on her hips. With a motion that I was sure surprised her, I pulled at both her shorts and panties in one strong move, and I watched with glee as I got them both to her knees. She instinctively and obediently raised each knee as I continued tugging, and in seconds both garments cleared her ankles.

  The sight of a married woman’s naked ass in front of me is something that would always give me pause. I savored the vision of Monica’s sweet ass and the furrow of brown pussy hair that lay hidden underneath. My cock was absolutely throbbing however, and in a second I was moving quickly and adjusting myself behind her. But I still wanted to tease her just a little longer verbally before giving her what I knew she had been waiting for.

  “What else did Felicia tell you Monica? What else made you ask for me by name?”

  She knew where I was going, although she was hesitating slightly. I knew the way that married woman talked, and I needed to hear her say it. When her pause persisted I dragged the head of my cock across her pussy and watched as her ass shook. But that was as much as I was willing to give her until she told me what I wanted to hear.

  “Felicia told me your cock was big. She said it was the most beautiful thing she ever felt inside of her. She said her husband’s cock couldn’t hold a candle to that monster between your legs!”

  Wow, more than I bargained for, but I’ll take it!

  I positioned myself against her pussy and savored the feeling of my precum mixing with Monica’s wetness. I put my fingers back on her hips and enjoyed one last rub of what was a fine ass. She was poised and waiting, and after what she told me I didn’t want to disappoint. With a flex of my fingers I pulled on her hips as I felt her wet opening slip over the tip of my cock.

  “Oh Jesus!” she moaned, as I felt her take the first several inches of my cock.

  My fingers had prepared her pussy but it was never quite the same thing as giving them my big cock. The first several inches went easily but I could hear her gasping as her body desperately tried to acclimate itself to my girth. I paused a moment to give her a second and I started to pull my cock back, preparing to start a gentle rocking motion that was all too familiar.

  I slid myself out a couple of inches and felt her body relax before flexing my hands on her hips and pulling her back towards me again. I managed to get two thirds of my cock into her on the second pass while listening to her make a grunt that was anything but lady like, and I pulled myself back once more. Married women rarely needed too much preparation I knew, and the third stroke was usually always the charm.

  She was moaning as I moved forward for a third time as I felt her delicious pussy grasp the entire length of my cock. I felt myself bump up inside of her and I was certain I was tickling parts of her that her husband likely had never touched. But I needed to hear it from her own lips…

  “Oh my God!” she said as I held onto her hips, keeping myself firmly planted inside her before pulling back out.

  “What is it Monica?”

  “Felicia was right, it’s so fucking big!”

  I started to pull back slowly, enjoying the feeling of her pussy as it gripped me on my way back out. If felt like a warm, wet fist – gripping me almost too tightly to start, but slowly loosening its grip as I slid myself back out. I pulled back just enough to feel the head of my cock tickle the entrance to her love nest before starting the slow, delicious trip forward again.

  “Is it bigger than your husband’s cock?” I asked, certain I already knew the answer.

  “Oh my God yes! Martin’s cock is nowhere near this size!”

  Hearing her say it was an aphrodisiac that was almost as strong as the ring on her finger. But my cock was throbbing so badly that the time for talking to her was nearing an end. What I wanted more than anything was to start fucking her harder – I wanted to plant my seed deep inside of her. And I knew that pushing myself to that point should be enough to get her off too.

  “I’m glad to hear you say that Monica” I told her, in an honest nod to the compliment. “It that feels good, than I think you’re going to love this.”

  I latched onto her hips firmly and started to pull back, while simultaneously driving my hips forward. The result of the movement was both simple yet dramatic, as my cock slid quickly up into her more than willing snatch. It was sudden and delicious, and I savored the feeling of the breath being pushed from her body.

  I started to pull myself back out and fell into a rhythm of smooth, consistent strokes. She was struggling just to keep up, which was a place I desperately wanted to keep her. In between her moans and hitched breathing she managed to sputter out those words that I knew were coming.

  “Protection? Do…you…think…we…”

  The sight of my cock sliding in and out of her pussy was beautiful, and I drank it in as I slid my hands over the globes of her ass. I let my right hand slide down underneath her, as I traced my way around her wet opening. I loved the feel of a married woman’s pussy wrapped around my cock, and I took a moment to touch her delicate skin as it stretched around mine. And then I moved to the place I knew she would be most vulnerable, and listened as any further attempts at speaking ceased.

  The moment I touched her clitoris, her pussy seemed to clamp onto my cock like it was a natural, knee jerk reaction. I flattened my fingers against her, and applied gentle yet insistent pressure. Her body all at once started to jerk, as if it was bucking away from me, while her pussy desperately sought greater contact with my fingers. It was a reaction that I was familiar with and I needed against my throbbing cock.

  “Oh my God! No don’t…Don’t stop!”

  The force of her orgasm drove her back against me as her body began to shake. I grabbed onto her hips with both hands, for fear that she would slip right off my throbbing cock. Once I had hold of her again, I pulled her towards me and started to drive myself home. I could feel her married pussy clamping down on me, and I knew that I wouldn’t last much longer.

  “Oh God Michael, I’m cumming! I’m cumming!”

  I loved hearing them scream like that, and it was usually the last thing I heard before I reached my own climax. I could feel the dull throb between my legs that told me I was going to explode, and listening to her scream wasn’t doing anything to hold me back. I watched her body as she twisted on the end of my big cock, and I realized she probably wouldn’t even know when it hit her. And I felt her body clamp down on me one more time, which was the final straw I needed to set myself off.

  My cock always felt like it expanded to twice its size when I came inside a woman. But within seconds the expansion ceased and I cou
ld feel myself explode inside of her. I could feel my cock twitching as it fired off half a dozen times inside of her before it started to settle down. And as her body slumped forward, I held onto her hips and drove myself home.

  Chapter 8

  “Try to keep your back straight or you’re going to hurt yourself.”

  I was watching Jackie O as she did pushups and I was trying desperately to focus on her form. It wasn’t easy, because she was so fucking sexy my mind went in a thousand different directions when she was exercising in front of me. But she was my longest standing client, and if nothing I was all professional when I was working out with her. She finished an impressive set of twenty before stopping to take a breath.

  We were in a corner of the gym which gave us a little bit of privacy, but it didn’t really matter. I could be exercising with Jackie O in the middle of Fifth Avenue and she would still have my undivided attention. She rolled over on her side, supporting her head with a crooked elbow, and I immediately thought that it must be the way she would look striking the same pose in bed. But then she started with the questions and it brought me back down to earth.

  “So I hear you’re taking on new clients?”

  I hadn’t taken on any new clients in the last month except for one, so it wasn’t a surprise to see where this was going. And it seemed to be a recurring topic of interest with her lately.

  “Now that you mention it, there is a guy I have been talking to who is interested in fighting UFC. But he’s not talking about starting for at least another month…”

  “That’s not what I’m talking about you baboon” she said.

  Of course I knew where she was going. And I knew she knew I knew where she was going. And I knew she loved playing this flirtatious little game with me as much as I loved playing it with her…

  “I heard you worked out with Moaning Monica Sanders last week” she said.