#54
“H-hey, you’re not trolling me, are you?”
The voice echoed from the other side, belonging to the owner of the thick, jiggling ass currently shoved through the glory hole. Her wonderful cheeks quivered with nervous energy.
Christina’s palms glided over the warm, yielding curves, fingers sinking into the plush flesh until it bulged between her digits, leaving red imprints on the pale skin.
“Oh, I’m dead serious, girl,” Christina murmured, her tone laced with wicked amusement. She leaned in and nipped the sensitive spot where thigh met ass, teeth scraping just hard enough to draw a sharp gasp, marking the skin with a blooming pink welt without piercing it.
The playful bite sent a shiver racing up the woman’s spine, and Christina followed it with a slow, deliberate swipe of her tongue, lapping at the salty tang of sweat blended with the musky hint of arousal seeping from nearby. The woman let out a throaty moan, her body arching as pleasure spiked through her core.
“My brother’s packing a monster dick. It’s thick as my wrist, and it’s even ridged with veins that pulse when he’s rock-hard. I bet it’d split your tight cunt open, leave you gaping and aching for a week straight. And get this: he’s got a fetish for fat asses exactly like yours. The bigger and bouncier, the better. He loves gripping handfuls, slapping them until they sting red, then diving between those thunder thighs to tongue-fuck your soaked slit until you squirt. I’ve watched him wreck my mom and sis—over and over.”
A choked whimper escaped the woman, her hips jerking forward, pressing her ass harder against the partition as if demanding more attention.
Christina’s eyes locked on the proof of her need: puffy pussy lips splayed wide, slick with creamy arousal that oozed in sticky threads, dripping steadily down her inner thighs and forming a shiny puddle on the grimy floor beneath.
It was filthy how drenched she was, her folds twitching and clenching, betraying the insecurity in her voice.
“No… no way that’s real,” the woman panted, but the denial fractured into a needy groan as Christina’s fingertips skimmed the deep crease at the base of her ass, brushing perilously close to those weeping labia without granting relief.
“Guys go for slim, perky types—tiny tits, flat stomachs. Not someone like me, lugging around these massive udders and this shelf of an ass that just won’t quit!”
She shifted restlessly, the motion causing her cheeks to smack together with a soft, obscene clap, her entrance fluttering and expelling a fresh gush of wetness that trailed hotly toward her knees.
Christina laughed low, then sank her teeth into the tender underside of one cheek, holding just long enough to make the flesh jiggle free when she let go. She lapped at the spot with broad, flat strokes of her tongue, inching upward toward the dripping heat at her center.
“Trust me, he’s one of a kind. That little brat used to crash on our mom’s enormous backside for naps—it dwarfed yours, and believe it or not, he said that he couldn’t get enough.”
The woman’s breath caught in a ragged hitch, her legs trembling as she squeezed her thighs—or attempted to, the hole holding her lower body exposed and vulnerable like a custom fuck-toy on display.
More arousal leaked from her swollen slit, a warm trickle snaking down her skin, her labia thickening further and peeling back to expose the slick, rosy interior. Her clit pulsed insistently, engorged and peeking out, desperate for a touch.
“Fuck! If you’re bullshitting me, I swear…” she blurted, but the threat dissolved into a husky plea, her voice thick with unmet craving. Her hips snapped back, rubbing her ass insistently into Christina’s hands.
“Keep telling yourself that, but look at this sloppy cunt—it’s weeping for dick, begging to be stuffed full. Lol.”
A muffled cry broke from the woman, her backside grinding shamelessly now, cheeks spreading slightly to reveal the tight pucker above her soaked hole.
“Alright, okay, I’m curious. But a dude craving an ass this huge? It’s gotta be a joke…”
“No one else would, that’s for sure. My brother’s wired weird like that. I won’t push if you’re not game—”
“W-wait! I’m not backing out! Shit, I just mean… It’s tough to wrap my head around!”
Christina’s lips curled into a sly, hungry grin, her fingers clawing deeper into the stranger’s yielding ass meat, massaging and spreading it wide to expose every glistening inch.
“I mean… even if what you said is true. I… I don’t know you at all. A stranger just comes to me and tells me to fuck her brother. Not to mention, a girl saying her brother has a thing for cow-tits and cow-asses? Who the fuck would believe that?”
“You?”
“…”
The woman fell silent, caught off guard, which only fueled Christina’s amusement. She could almost picture the flush creeping up the girl’s neck through the wall.
“Are you in?”
“…fuck… why are you doing this? You’re not acting like a good Samaritan, saving the dickless women and offering your brother, are you?”
“Of course not.”
“So? What’s the catch? What conditions do you want? Money? How much?”
“If I said I don’t have any conditions, you won’t believe it, right?”
“…Naturally.”
Christina let out a low, throaty chuckle, her thumbs circling the woman’s puckered hole teasingly.
“Well, you’re just lucky tonight, girl. Let’s just say I swing both ways, and I really took a liking to this smooth ass of yours. If you agree to be my bitch, I don’t mind sharing you with my brother.”
“… …”
“How about that? Do you agree?”
“… …”
The woman turned silent.
However, Christina was not annoyed. She waited while toying with the woman’s plush cheeks, spreading them wide to expose her dripping slit fully, when suddenly the ass withdrew from the glory hole with a wet pop.
Confusion flickered through Christina for a split second before a sharp knock echoed on her cubicle door. She straightened, wiping her slick fingers on her thigh, and cracked it open.
There stood a blonde bombshell, her golden waves tumoring wildly over her shoulders, framing a face flushed crimson with unbridled lust—plump lips slightly swollen, ocean-blue eyes gleaming with feral intent.
Her outfit screamed fuck-me-now: a skimpy black crop top strained against her massive H-cup tits, the material so thin it outlined every curve, the plunging neckline dipping low enough to bare the inner swells and a teasing glimpse of underboob that jiggled with each heaving breath. Her thick nipples stood erect, tenting the fabric like diamonds begging to be sucked.
Her micro-mini skirt hugged her wide hips like a vice, the hem riding scandalously high, scarcely covering the bottom swell of her enormous ass—cheeks that Christina recognized immediately from the hole, now fully on display, bare and bouncing free since she wore no panties.
The blonde’s thighs were slick, evidence of her recent release still shining on her skin.
“Hey—”
But the word barely left her lips before the blonde lunged forward, closing the gap in two aggressive strides, her high heels stabbing the tile floor.
She seized Christina by the waist with iron hands, hauling her in and slamming her back against the cubicle wall.
The impact rattled the thin partition, but the woman didn’t care; she crushed their bodies together, her enormous tits mashing flat against Christina’s chest, the crop top doing nothing to contain their pillowy weight as they squished and overflowed, warm and yielding like the perfect fuck-pillows.
Christina’s protest died in her throat as the woman’s mouth claimed hers in a brutal kiss—lips bruising, tongue thrusting deep like a cock invading her mouth.
It was all dominance and lust, the woman’s taste exploding on Christina’s tongue: sweet saliva mixed with the tangy remnants of her own pussy juices from the glory hole fingering.
Christina groaned into the assault, her hands flying to that legendary ass, gripping fistfuls of the hot, bare flesh peeking from under the skirt.
She squeezed hard, fingers sinking into the jiggling meat until it bulged between her knuckles, pulling the woman closer to grind their cores together.
“Wa, wait, he, hey…hmmm, f, fuck, you’re be, being…”
The woman shoved her thigh between Christina’s legs with forceful insistence, the muscle pressing right against her soaked crotch, rubbing up and down in rough strokes that dragged her panties aside.
The skirt flipped up completely with the motion, baring the woman’s shaved pussy—lips puffy and drenched, clit swollen and peeking out, smearing fresh wetness across Christina’s thigh as she humped forward like a bitch in heat.
“Fuck, you taste like my pussy,” the woman snarled against Christina’s mouth, biting down on her lower lip hard enough to draw a sting before plunging her tongue back in, fucking Christina’s mouth with deep, relentless thrusts.
Her hands were everywhere—one shooting up to grope Christina’s tit through her top, palm engulfing the mound as her thumb raked over the hardening nipple, pinching and twisting it until Christina arched. The other hand dove under Christina’s skirt without preamble, yanking her panties to the side and plunging two fingers straight into her dripping hole.
Christina gasped, breaking the kiss as the woman’s fingers curled inside her, pumping fast and hard, thumb grinding her clit in brutal circles that sent shocks straight to her core. Her knees buckled, but she pinned Christina firmer, using her body weight to keep her upright against the wall.
“Girl—shit, slow down. You look like you’re trying to devour me, you horny bitch,”
Christina panted, but her voice came out breathy, laced with excitement rather than protest. Her hips rolled into the woman’s hand, chasing the rough intrusion, pussy clenching around the invading digits as more slick gushed out.
The woman laughed, a low, guttural rumble that buzzed against Christina’s neck as she latched on, teeth grazing the skin before sucking hard, drawing blood to the surface in a blooming purple mark. The sting shot straight to Christina’s core, making her walls flutter around her fingers.
“Slow down? Fuck that. You’ve been teasing my ass through that hole like you own it—now it’s your turn to get wrecked.”
“F, fuck you! You’re the one who started showing it off.”
“Didn’t you say you want me to be your bitch? You even gave your brother to me…”
“Not fucking give! It’s share, moron.”
“Who cares. Same result~”
“What? Just say it if you don’t believe it.”
“…sh, shit! Even if I don’t want to believe it, I have no choice! There’s no way I can let this pass, even if I give you all the money I have!”
