A few months ago, I began chatting with a guy I’d met online. The initial attraction was his wry sense of humor.

I had no idea what he looked like and that was just fine, but as the months progressed, I became curious. Then, just when I’d decided to ask him to send me his picture, he beat me to it.

Now, I’m not shy about my size. I’m a woman with curves and I’m proud of them. I’m a plus-size lingerie model and I love the way I look. If a guy can’t handle it, I move on. There are plenty of men out there who appreciate a full-figured woman. Trust me — I’ve met more than my share.

I sent him one of my favorite pics. In it I’m wearing a matching lace bra and thong, topped with a little sheer peignoir. If that didn’t get him going, nothing would. Two minutes after sending the image, he sent back a picture of him leaning up against a sports car, and an invitation to dinner.

He was absolutely gorgeous — big strong arms, thick chest, and, from what I could make out, a promising package. To make a short story even shorter, I invited him to my place the following weekend. Dinner was on the menu, but so was he — as the dessert.

He was even better looking in the flesh, and I mentally undressed him during dinner. Over coffee, I teased him by letting him know how much I love to suck on big things, and he promised me a treat.

Hoping his idea had nothing to do with food, I led him into the living room. I couldn’t wait to check out his cock and wrap my lips around it. I heard his sharp intake of breath as I traced the outline of his thick dick through his pants. He gave me a greedy look as he lowered my top and pressed his hot mouth against my hard nipples.

We barely made it to the bedroom. I pushed him down on the bed and took great pleasure in him watching me do a slow striptease. The look on his face as I gradually revealed the same lacy underwear from the picture was priceless. His gaze drank in my every nuance from head to toe, leaving no doubt that, for him, bigger was better.

Then I got to watch him undress. The sight of his broad chest, muscular thighs, and firm ass made my pussy ache for a close encounter — but first thing’s first. I pushed him back and wrapped my lips around the bulbous head of his enormous cock. His moans were music to my ears, and I savored the power I had over him. I struggled to slide my mouth down the thick shaft. He was larger than most guys I’d been with, but I was absolutely determined to give it my best shot.

I sucked slowly at first, flicking my tongue across the tip, then taking the shaft into my mouth until I could feel the head hitting the back of my throat. I moved my mouth up and down his cock, stroking it with my hands in rhythm. When I looked up, his eyes were closed, his head was thrown back, and he was moaning in ecstasy.

He shot into my mouth, and I savored the salty taste of his come. I couldn’t swallow it all, so I let some flow down his still-erect cock. I couldn’t wait to have that monster deep in my throat again — I could keep this up as long as he could.

I let his massive tool glide back into my mouth, grabbed his tight ass, and sucked him in. He tilted my head back so he could watch it slide in and out of my mouth. He was practically growling as his balls bounced off my chin. When he was ready to come this time, he let me know. I stopped sucking, pulled back, and used my fingers to pinch the head of his cock.

For almost an hour, I used my tongue, lips, and hands to entice him to the brink of orgasm, only to pull back at the last minute. When I finally let him climax, it was a sweet explosion that rocked his world.

Then, just when I thought that it couldn’t get any better, he spread my legs and confessed that he, too, had an oral fixation — he loved eating pussy. But that’s a story for another time. I’m too horny from writing this to continue!