Secret Lover

"Titty fuck me, baby!" She yelled as I aggressively nibble her nipple. I pulled away, sucking until her titty would come no further and popped loudly out of my mouth. I pushed her flat on the bed, straddled her chest and slapped my cock down into her titty valley. She grabbed the sides of her breast, pinching them together, squeezing my cock as I began thrusting back and forth, pushing my hips into the bottom of her big, fake boobs.

"Slam those titties." She begged, pressing them harder and harder together. I leaned back, getting some more force behind my thumping humps. I braced myself on her leg, taking notice that her pants were still on. I took my other hand, sliding it between her legs to give her pussy a nice over fabric fondling. Only there was no pussy. There was, instead a pole, it felt like a pepperoni stick in her pants.

I stopped my movements. I felt more and more of the stick in her pants, suddenly my heart was racing for the wrong reasons. "What the fuck?" I asked.

I looked down at her. She looked confused, her eyes asked 'why did I stop?'

"Uh..." I said as I dismounted her chest. I moved to the side, her pants had formed a tent between her legs.

"Oh." She said, as if it were nothing. She hopped off the bed and unbuttoned her pants. "Sorry." She said again, as if this was normal to feel a long, hard, thick object between her legs where a warm, wet, wonderful pussy should be.

She turned away from me, sliding her pants down over her thick lovely, curveous ass. She was wearing a tiny g-string thong, which quickly went away as she pulled it down after her pants and stepped out of them and turned. "Check it out." She said, very nonchalant. And there it was, fully erect, glistening from the pre-cum at the tip and throbbing with veins. "9.5 inches, see." She said, grabbing a ruler from her desk and laying it on its side, on the top of her she-dick.

She didn't even take notice that I was mortified. I froze like a dear in the head lights. "Not too bad." She said, then looking over at me. "What?" She asked as I lowered myself to the bed coming to a stop on my back, staring at the ceiling, taking us to where the story started.