Positive Influence

In the next moment you wake up with a start. You're still Val's living room, and the sun is peeking through the blinds.

Val isn't here, and you're lying on the couch under a blanket. You slowly sit up and work a crick out of your neck, and the smell of fresh coffee hits your nose.

"Val?" You call out, your voice husky. You get up and shuffle into the kitchen.

"In here," a voice says from the kitchen. You round the corner and look in.

You see Val standing in the kitchen, her hair gathered into a messy bun. She's wearing a short pink silken robe. It's tied loosely, and you watch as Val winks at you, and undoes the belt to let the robe hang open. "Good morning," she says sweetly.

You stare at her gorgeous and powerful body. Val is somehow just so damn cute and innocent, and your cock immediately stiffens as you remember the gluttonous freak she was last night.

"Mornin," you say, before staring at her eyes. "I have to get to work."

"You don't have to," Val says. "I cooked breakfast."

Your brain works slowly, and you look Val over. She's wearing lacy pink panties, which with her robe adds a layer of cutesy innocence onto her imposing physique. Her stomach looks flat again, with washboard abs putting yours to shame.

"You made pancakes," you say stupidly, while staring at her amazing B cups.

She smiles patiently.

"Uhhh, I guess I can call in and come in late for a half day." You mutter. "Just, where did it all go?" You wonder. You poke your finger into Val's taught tummy. "You were so full and round last night, and now.... These abs could cut gems" you marvel, staring a her rock hard six-pack.

Val twists your arm behind your back and presses you up against the wall. "You're asking a dumb question, baby. And I was hoping you'd have the answers," she murmurs into your neck.

You feel a flush creeping up your neck and into your cheeks. Val purrs into your ear, "Maybe I can get you thinking."

She presses you into the wall, and slides her other hand between the wall and your stomach. She then slides it down to the front of your pants and starts feeling your cock through the fabric. "You getting any ideas?" She whispers.

"Quite the opposite, but it feels really nice." You reply with a dopey voice.

"Ugh! You are so useless," she laughs. Val suddenly releases you, spins you around, and draws you into a lovely hug.

"I'm really glad you're mine." Val whispers.

"Let's get you some coffee." She beams.

"Now that's my girl."

You spend a nice morning with Val. She cooks pancakes and sausages for breakfast, and you watch her eat a few helpings (It's always fascinating to you how much food she can stuff into her mouth).

"Baby, can I have some more sausages?" Val asks.

You load some more meat onto your fork and hold it out towards Val's mouth. She smiles and nods eagerly. "Yes, yes!" Val scarfs the whole forkful of sausages into her mouth and chews it all at once, bulging her cheeks out. She swallows repeatedly, and sticks her tongue out at you once she's finished.

"You're too cute." You say.

"Will you still think that when I'm all chubby and soft?" Val asks with a smarmy grin.

You answer, "You'll be fucking adorable when you're chubby and soft. And when you're all fat and round, you'll be a fucking goddess."

"Flatterer." She pushes your shoulder and laughs.

She props up her head with her hands and looks into your eyes, "Tell me more."

You ask, "Well, what sort of goddess do you think you'd be? A benevolent goddess, or an evil goddess?"

Val bursts out in laughter, "Hehe, well I dunno if I'd be a benevolent goddess, but an evil one would be fun."

"Oh yeah? I bet you'd be the fattest goddess ever, and you'd hog all the sacrifices."

"Yeah, like you wouldn't want to be sacrificed to me..." Val purrs.

"Well, thinking about it, I would." You smile.

"You're weird." She smiles, then gives you a playful push. "So, what do you think of me?"

"Well, I think you're an insanely hot bitch." You smirk.

"Yes, yes, you have such a way with words." Val says, smiling and rolling her eyes.

You lean across the table and kiss Val again on the lips. She tastes of pancakes and bacon, and you want more kisses like this. You give her bottom lip a gentle suckle, and she grabs your head in both hands. She deepens the kiss, parting her lips and running her tongue along the roof of your mouth and gently biting your lower lip. Val pulls away, leaving you a little dazed. She opens her robe, and you stare at her chest. She looks at you and gives her tits a playful jiggle. "Look at you, lusting after my tits." Val smirks.

You fumble over your words, "I...uh...just...you're just so beautiful..."

Val gently grabs your chin, turns your head so you're looking into her eyes and kisses you once more. "You don't need words to understand how I feel about you," Val says.

She pats you on the cheek and closes up her robe again. "C'mon, it's a workday for you. You don't wanna get fired, do you?"

"No," you say, a little disappointed that the kissing ended.

"Believe it or not, I have to get some work done too. I'll show you how I do it, some day soon." Val continues.

You straighten yourself up and help her gather up the dishes. You walk her to the door, and she draws you in for one last kiss before saying good-bye and walking off. You say, "Let's have a proper date tonight. A goddess deserves to eat somewhere fancy. My treat."

Val's eyes sparkle, and a smile spreads across her face. "You're too sweet. Um...I'm gonna need to work a little late, so I'll see you later then."

You nod, "Just let me know when I should pick you up."

"Yeah, see you later," Val says, turning and walking off.

You watch her walk away, before closing the door and trudging down to your car. You start the engine and proceed home, your mind focused on the gluttonous blonde goddess that just crashed into your life. You can't stop thinking about her, and you desperately want to see her again. You know just the place to make tonight a slam dunk.

You get home, rush inside and quickly strip off your smelly clothes. You step into the shower, the hot water feels good on your skin. You lather your body with your favorite shower gel, and only realize when the bottle is almost empty. Oh well, it can wait. Val is still on your mind. Your cock stiffens again as various lewd fantasies start flipping through your head. You picture yourself bending her over and ramming your cock into her tight pussy, as she screams out for more. You think about all the kinky shit you two could do, and one scenario suddenly jumps out at you.

Val's not at all bashful about waving her freak flag, so you feel a little adventurous. You start working your shaft as you imagine holding her down and pumping your dick into her, as she whimpers, begs and pleads for you not to stop. But that's not all. You imagine Val's skin turning blue, and her body starting to bloat and swell as you pump into her. She moans lewdly as she wobbles and sloshes under her expanding juicy mass. You feel a rush as you realize just how into this you are, but it's not enough. You continue jacking your dick, and keep swelling fantasy-Val. In your pervy mind she's now as round as a ball, her once-strong limbs engulfed by sloshing blue flesh. Sweet blue liquid is leaking from all of her orifices as she begs you to get her off.

"Please! P-please I wanna c-come!" she whimpers.

You tense as you feel a huge orgasm churn inside you. Fantasy-Val cries in rapture as her pussy twitches and drenches you in sweet juicy femcum. Your eyes roll into the back of your head as wave after wave of euphoria and bliss engulfs you. You splatter rope after rope of cum into the shower, you mind blank and your mouth lolling open. You shiver as you slowly come back to yourself. You feel an obscene sense of joy and happiness, and wipe yourself clean.

It... It was a fun scenario. You sort of wish it could be reality.

Shaking your head, you quickly dry off and get dressed again. As you pull on your socks, you can't help but smile to yourself, feeling gleeful at what just happened. Who knew being a perv meant having such fun fantasies? Well, you know now...

You smirk to yourself as you think, "She actually has no idea how kinky I am. I bet it's gonna be pretty fun when we finally hook up." With a big grin, you walk out the door to head into the office. Coming in at noon is diligent and fashionable, right?

You grab a granola bar from the small machine in the break room, popping it in your mouth as you stare at the other employees. You survey the surprisingly diverse cast of your co-workers, silently marveling at how Northeaston somehow wound up being such a cosmopolitan place. They're all eating lunch and chatting, but nobody pays any attention to you.

Suddenly, you hear your colleague Carlos call your name. You quickly wipe your mouth and head over to him.

"Late start?" Carlos asks with a smirk. With his thin, angular face and slicked-back hair, a smirk is effectively his default expression. Douchey appearance aside and bantering manners aside, Carlos is actually supportive and loyal - you've been friends since college.

"Hey, I called it ahead." You defend yourself, matching his mischievous energy.

"You meet a girl?" He presses.

You smirk back and roll a bite of your granola bar into your cheek. "Yes, as a matter of fact."

"Heh, would I know her?"

You insolently lean against the door frame as you pronounce "Valentine Sojka."

Carlos's eyes go wide. "Oh, she's... oh! Yeah! She used to be with Big Dale, right?"

You tilt your head to the side as you smirk. "Yep, that's the one."

"Wow. Didn't realize she was still in the city. Still, that's got to be hard."

You shrug. "It's fine. I'm gonna take her to The Gorge tonight."

"The Gorge? Are you sure? I mean, I know she's... big, but..."

"Trust me, I'm prepared."

Carlos chuckles, shaking his head. You almost don't hear him mutter, "Yeah but is she prepared?"

Your ears prick up and you give him a look. "What?"

"Never mind."

You decide to drop it and talk business. "Alright Carlos, any fires that need to get put out today?"

"No, not really. I think the only thing that's urgent is getting the interns switched over to their new offices soon, but the last of them just left for the week, so that'll have to wait.

You sigh in relief.

Carlos cocks an eyebrow. "You can go over some market research if you're hell-bent on being useful."

You give him a smile. "I'm always useful."

"Sure..."

With that, you head to your desk. You send a text to Val before settling in to so some work. You say, "Hey baby, how'd you like to dine at The Gorge tonight?"

She texts you right back. "I'd love to, as long as you're there to take me home afterwards :)"

You grin to yourself as you reply, "of course."

She texts back, "Ok then I'm gonna get fancy! :) Pick me up around 6?"

"Works for me, I'll put in a reservation," you reply.

"Sweet! :)"

It's a struggle to focus on the dry reports Carlos sent you. You manage to tease out some insights, but Val is on your mind the whole time. This will be the first time you've seen her dressed up, and you're imagining how the night might go. The Gorge is a "fancy buffet" serving master-crafted food, and a whole shitload of it. It's spendy, but you've swung by once or twice. The first time was to see if it's reputation as a fatty mecca was warranted.

The second time was because the reputation was in fact warranted. And how!

You're looking forward to seeing the damage Val can do to their larder. In the meantime, you have more mundane matters to take care of. You pop earbuds into place and spin up some music. Your thoughts synchronize with thumping EDM beats as you process the reports. After a few songs, you've finished the most important part. You save the documents to your PC and archive them before closing down your screen.

You check your watch: 4:00pm.

The office is deserted, typical of a Friday. Surely nobody's around to snitch if you sneak out early? After all, you're well caught up on your work. You grab your stuff, snug your chair against the desk, and check the back room. Everything looks in place. You sneak out the door and head to the front of the office, not encountering a single soul. You practically dive into your car and haul ass home, exuberantly jamming out to some party music as you drive. The moment you step through your front door, you've peeled off your clothes and are digging through your closet. You pull out a few of your fancier items, trying and discarding a few before settling on a flattering outfit. You slip into a pair of charcoal trousers and a light blue button-up shirt. You stuff your feet into leather boots and grab your keys.

You pack a small bag with a change of clothes, as well.

Your bag is packed and slung over your shoulder. You head out the door and lock it. You head to your car, a beige hatchback, and set out for Val's place. The drive is easy; you know the way by now. You head up the familiar streets, and Val's apartment is on your right. The building is new and sleek, made of drywall and wood. The doors are metal, and there's a parking lot out front. You pull into the lot, find a guest spot, and head inside the condo complex. You knock on the door and wait. You hear footsteps, and the door swings open.

"Hey!" Val says. You grin as she stares at you, licking her lips.

"Come on in," she says, stepping back.

You walk past her, into the foyer. You look Val up and down, taking in her glammed-up appearance. She's wearing a ruffly white blouse that shows off her belly button. She's also wearing form-fitting black trousers that are tucked into a pair of tall heeled boots. Her blonde hair is pulled into an elegant bun, with a pair of inscribed black sticks holding it in place. Val's eyes are accentuated with glittery pale-blue eye shadow, and a matte black lipstick exudes femme fatale vibes. She smiles. "You like?" she asks, twirling.

"You look...wow." You struggle for the words.

"Thanks, baby," she says, batting her eyelashes.

You exclaim, "You decided to lean into the evil goddess look after all, I see!"

"Heh, well..." Val says with a pout, then laughs. "Maybe I was having a little fun after all."

You hand her your bag and she sets it near the coat rack.

Val says, "So, are you ready to ...Gorge yourself for me?" Snickering at her pun.

"Perv," you say, sticking your tongue out.

"Well, I'm ready to gorge for you," Val purrs, before enveloping you in her arms and drawing you in for a gentle kiss.

After a moment, she steps back, holding onto your hands.

"Don't wanna ruin my lipstick," she explains. "Yet." She smiles.

You say, "Let's get going, we don't want to miss our reservation."

"Sure thing, Sir," Val says, a playful tone in her voice. She slides her arm around your waist, and you take her other hand. You lead her out of the apartment and to the parking lot. You open the passenger door and help her inside, before walking around to the driver's seat and sliding in.

"You know," Val says. "I think you're a little nervous."

You smile and nod.

"Of course I am," you admit. "This is pretty important."

"Mm, I suppose it is," Val nods. "But don't worry. I've got you."

You start the engine and pull out of your parking space, heading off down the road. Just me and my girl, you think as you drive off. Two pervs in a pod, as it were.

The drive is easy, and in about fifteen minutes you're pulling into the parking lot at The Gorge. A large modern metal and wood building, it's a sizable restaurant with a bar on the edge of town, overlooking a large canyon. The weather is nice, and you can spot a few groups dining on the covered patio. Sure enough, the clientele trends large. Right on cue, the main doors open and a couple shuffles out. They're both very fat, and they're supporting each other as they head to their car. The man and woman both have their belts undone, and you watch their corpulence quake as they walk. The woman leans over and whispers something into the man's ear. He smiles and nods, before helping her into their truck.

The truck's suspension visibly sags as the fat couple situates themselves.

Val turns to you and says, "That could be us someday," with a weird smile.

"For the next few hours, at least," you reply.

Val giggles with excitement, and you lean in for a quick kiss. You march up the walkway, then hold the wood-and-metal door open for Val, entering the restaurant behind her. Inside, the air is thick with the smells of barbecued meats, smoking grills and frying foods. The lights are dim, but the interior is spacious and airy. A wall of windows looks over the canyon, the setting sun casting dramatic shadows. You spot a few other couples sitting at tables, all of them looking quite intimate.

Looking over the room, you notice just how... snug... most of the patrons are. Even a few of the single men seem to have an excess of girth.

"How many?” a chipper and chunky Latina hostess inquires.

"We have a reservation for two, under Anon." You say.

"Ok, one second." She says cheerfully. The hostess bends down to look at a chart, and you're suddenly staring straight down her abundant cleavage. You dart your eyes off to the side, hoping your poker face is convincing.

"Welcome to The Gorge! Now, if you'll follow me?" She says, flashing a smile.

The hostess starts leading you to a table. You notice that Val's eyes are fixed on the hostess' booty. It's round and wide, bouncing slightly as it strains the pantsuit containing it. You and Val take your seats at a cozy booth, and the hostess points to a console on the table and explains how serving works. You thank her, and try not to look in her direction again. The table is set for two, with candlelight flickering inside a glass dome.

"Do you see what I see?" Val asks, leaning in.

"A cute guy who's going to feed you a huge and sensual feast?" You ask with mock innocence.

"No, dumdum, that hostess. I love the way her fat ass fills out her uniform," Val replies.

You peer over Val's shoulder, and sure enough, the hostess is standing at the end of a nearby table, her ample chest heaving as she fumbles with her hands. You try not to stammer, and instead make thoughtful expressions while choosing your next words. You settle on, "Val, is this your way of telling me you're into girls?"

From her expression, Val isn't sure how to respond. She just stares at the hostess complexly, with a mixture of lust and disgust.

The hostess suddenly glances Val's way, and Val snaps her head back your way. Her face reddens a bit. The hostess strides by, and looks down at Val. Their eyes meet briefly, and the hostess winks. Val's blush deepens.

"You ok?" You ask.

"H-heh, yeah." Val manages to sputter. "Just, uh, surprised I guess."

"Guess I like that girl," Val admits sheepishly.

"I think you're just hungry, baby. I know that look. If we don't get some food on this table, then you might swallow that girl whole!” you reply with a smile.

"How about a little DIY charcuterie to warm up?" You suggest. "We have a bunch of fresh meats, fruit and cheese here."

"Sounds good!" Val says with a smile.

You get up from the table and offer your hand to Val. She takes it and walks with you. Being nominally a buffet, the Gorge features a row of large tables, stacked with various foods. Clever cooking techniques and preservation systems keep even fine foods fresh and scrumptious. You and Val grab a couple of garlic knots from a passing tray, as well as a couple of delicate slices of some kind of melon.

"I can't wait to rip into this."

Soon enough, both of your plates are piled with a wide variety of finger-foods. The two of you head back to your table and retake your seats. You start munching on your appetizers, and an attentive waiter swoops in to take a drink order.

"Just a glass of the red wine, please." You request.

"One for me as well." Val follows.

After the waiter records your requests and walks off, you give Val an amused look. "Just the one? I'm sticking to one because I have to drive."

"Trying to get me drunk to lower my defenses? You schemer!" Val breaks into laughter. She calms down a bit and explains, "Booze can be rough on my tummy, and tonight I need my tummy at 100%."

"Fair enough. Shoot."

Val smiles, and begins to tear into her charcuterie. You love all sorts of meat products, and keep pace with Val. Almost. For now.

"I have to say, after our first meeting, way back when in high school, I didn't think we'd be friends." You remark.

"Neither did I...but I'm glad we are!" Val says with a smile.

Right on cue, the waiter returns with a pair of stemmed glasses. You and Val accept them, and your eyes perk up. "To new beginnings," You extend your glass to Val in a toast. She clinks hers against it, and downs her wine.

"Let's get down to business," You say with a smile.

In addition to having substantial self-serve accommodations, the tables feature a small tablet screen in place of a menu. With a few taps, diners can summon freshly-crafted gourmet delights right to their tables. You order a small feast (the third in as many days, you briefly register), then let Val at the tablet.

"I'm just looking up the menu," Val says. "There's so much here I want to try!"

"Of course, darling."

Val taps and swipes intently at the tablet with one hand. Her free hand pushes a steady stream of meats and crackers into her mouth. With an excited grin, she turns the tablet so that you can see her requests. Sure enough, she's called for enough food to swamp a whole family. You don't know how she can crunch through all the cheese and meat and still look so elegant, but you're glad she does. The night's not over yet, so you start planning your next steps. The next act involves the waiter arriving with a whole first course in front of you.

"My body is ready." You proclaim to Val.

You pick up a pork samosa the size of your fist. Val picks up a grease-laden pirogi. The two of you begin your feast.

The courses continue to arrive. Each is more elaborate and delicious than the last. The samosa and its two siblings disappear quickly. You inhale a salad that's more bacon than lettuce. You're awash in a sea of rich flavor, and intoxicated by the sight of Val's indulgence. She looks so happy, and she beams at you all the while. The waiter dutifully clears away empty plates, so you're not entirely sure how much damage you're doing.

As if reading your mind, Val picks up the pace. "Much more of this, and I won't fit into my clothes." She says in a throaty voice.

Your head is swimming slightly but you manage a cheeky reply, "That's what you want, isn't it, baby?"

Val's cheeks flush, and she grins in a way you've never seen before. "Maybe, but there's more to life than just... pure indulgence!"

You're suddenly very conscious of your waistband digging into your full stomach. You reply to Val, "Life certainly feels like it's just indulgence at the moment!"

"Y-You're right... life is probably about struggle and working for what you want. But... I'd rather struggle with you than alone."

You were feeling a little flushed at pigging out publicly, and you now properly flush at Val's comment. She means it, she properly paused her eating! You reach across the table and clasp her hand between yours. You give it a squeeze, and she smiles. "I like that you're real," You tell her.

"It's important to be true to yourself." She says. Then, smiling devilishly, "Would you like some more?"

You lean back, and gingerly place your hands on your stomach with a groan. "I'm starting to both love and hate when you ask that," you mutter.

Val's eyes gleam as she purrs, "I bet if you unbuckle your belt, you could fit in some dessert."

You huff and reply, "I don't think I could fit ANYTHING in. I just ate half a pig."

She bites her lip and replies in a lower voice, "I could prove you wrong."

Val's flirtatious manner is the last straw. "You are gonna make me so fucking fat," you grouse playfully.

You slyly glance from side to side as Val looks on with an intent grin. You unbuckle your belt, trying to disguise its openness by tucking the loose end through a belt loop. Your sense of shame keeps your button and zipper in place, but you feel some mild relief in spite of yourself.

"Feel better?" Val asks with a tone that could be doting, mocking, or both.

"Yeah," you mutter.

"Good, because dessert's here," She replies with that same tone.

"Fuuuuuck....." you groan under your breath.

You can't ever remember being this stuffed, but you also can't ever remember enjoying yourself so much. You try to remember if eating was always this fun before you were with Val. It was alright, you decide, but you just can't say no to her. Despite the minor mercy afforded by your unbuckling, your body is protesting. You just aren't a natural glutton, despite Val acting as a devil on your shoulder. You size up the ridiculous hunk of peach pie looming between you and Val. You wonder how the hell she managed to eat this much and not explode. Then, you wonder if you should be scared about what might happen if you ate this much yourself.

You could probably fit it in.

You feel your guts slosh. Nope! It'll be a miracle if you survive even sampling the gooey boulder of sugary peaches. The funny thing is, you do kind of want to try. You guess you're just masochistic enough to want to experience the pain of eating this much. You look at Val.

"You better hurry," she scolds between heaping forkfuls of pie. It's vanishing rapidly, and Val isn't going to save you any.

Val smiles, and winks at you as she takes another bite of delicious pie.

Picking up your fork, you stab it into the pie. You scoop and chew mechanically. The sugary pie filling coats your mouth and seems to tingle as you swallow. Your limbs feel heavier by the second, but you manage to down a few modest forkfuls of the decadent dessert. Your world shrinks to your fork, your mouth, that damn pie, and Val's beautiful stupid gothed-up face.

Eventually, there is but one chunk left.

Somehow your fork gets to it first. You shift your grip and present the sugary morsel to Val. She leans in with a grin, and you lean in with the fork. She closes her eyes and opens her mouth languidly to accept the last bite of pie. You gently place it on her tongue, and Val's lips slowly close around the fork. You withdraw the fork as Val starts chewing and moaning with enjoyment. She swallows slowly, and peeks her glittery eyelids open to sleepily regard you.

"I just want to say, that was the most incredible meal I've ever had."

You chuckle wordlessly and nod. You both lean back heavily and share dumb sweet looks at each other across the table, across a field of culinary devastation. It's over.

Your stomach is killing you, but your heart is racing. You're both filled with a sense of fulfillment beyond anything you've ever known before.

"I really don't have words," you finish.

"It's ok, save your energy." Val jokes. "After all, you've gotta get me back home."

"Bleh, assuming the car doesn't collapse under my newly fat ass," you reply glibly.

Val laughs, and playfully kicks you under the table.

"I can't wait to feel your hands on my body again," she says with a suggestive leer.

You take her hand reassuringly. You match her lascivious gaze with equal intensity.

"Just a few minutes to recover, then we should be ok to go." You say.

The two of you make small talk for a few minutes as you feel your stomach slowly settle. You flag the waiter to close out your night. The bill was steep, but the nice thing about a buffet (even a "gourmet" one) was that it was all paid up front.

You slide out of the booth and stand up. Val does the same. You both stretch and feel the knots in your back loosen a little. You finally get a look at Val after her legendary feeding. If your belly is bloated, then hers verges on cartoonish. Her tummy is a gently rounded mound that hangs slightly over her waistband and visibly pushes her blouse hem upwards. It's so taught that her ab muscles are smoothed out, almost making her look pregnant. You know it's only good food in that belly.

She catches you looking, but you wanted to be caught. "You should wear a stretchy waistband next time, amateur." Val teases you. She grabs your hand and leads you out the door. The two of you slowly make your way to your car and settle heavily into your seats. Val giggles lustily, then grabs your hair and draws you in for a heady deep kiss.

You come up for air, and Val says, "I'm serious about making up for last night. Tonight, when we get home, I'll do whatever you ask."

"Whatever you ask." She emphasizes each syllable with a tone of voice that gives you an instant throbbing boner. You pull out of the parking space in front of the diner and head down the road. The road is clear, the other drivers sparse, yet the drive is one of the most difficult you've ever done. You and Val make small talk about your meals, but the sheer sexual tension has you vibrating with excitement. You settle on an idea on what to have Val do. It might not be that out-there, but for tonight it feels exactly right. "Val, I want you to strip for me."

"You sure?" she asks.

"Yeah."

"Perfect, I can do that and more."

You park at Val's complex and kill the engine. You and Val fumble with unhooking your seat belts, and all but run to her door. You usher Val into your arms and embrace her for a long moment. The feeling of her body pressed up against yours fills you with a sense of euphoria. She's so warm, and she feels tender despite the coils of her muscles. You take in a deep smell of her perfume and savor the moment of light-headedness. Val looks into your eyes as you stare into her eyes. She cups the side of your face, and kisses the corner of your mouth.

You say, "Let's go inside, I wanna see you shake your ass for me."

"Really? That's what you want to see?" she says, as you both giggle.

"For a start," You say with faux-slyness.

Val opens the door, and the two of you make your way inside her apartment. She grabs your hand and tugs you along behind her. Val walks quickly to her room, and you follow. She flings the door open, and you walk in behind her. Val sits you on her bed, and remains standing. She fixes you with a smoldering look and purrs, "Now get comfortable."

You slip your shoes off as Val starts moving her hips. She starts slowly, and then builds up a steady rhythm. She starts caressing her body as she wiggles and grinds her ass into you. She throws her head back and with a throaty growl, she finishes with a gleeful shout. She sits on your lap and looks into your eyes. She starts moving her hips in slow circles, then she smoothly pulls her blouse over her head and tosses it over her shoulder. She's wearing a delicate, frilly white bra, and you all but drool as you admire her body.

Val starts unbuttoning your shirt, and with deft fingers she finishes the job. She moves her mouth to your ear and whispers, "Do you want to see more?"

"You don't even need to ask. Get those pants off." You order.

"Oh, you sexy thing." She smiles, before standing up. She slowly unzips her boots, and steps out of them one after the other. She continues swaying her hips and caressing her body, eventually she turns away from you. Val slowly bends over, sliding her trousers down to her ankles as she does. Her taut, round ass is right in your face, and is barely covered by lacy panties that match her bra. You grab Val's ass, and playfully spank it.

Val gives a little shriek as you grab her ass, and give it a few more firm smacks.

"Oh, God," she whimpers. "Do that again."

You give her another dozen smacks as she yelps in ecstasy, and then look into her eyes. Her breathing is a little ragged as she says, "Now where were we?"

Val gets back into her swaying rhythm, and her hands go behind her back. Her bra falls away, and her breasts lightly bounce free. She starts grinding herself against your lap, and you can feel how wet she is through her panties. You start to slide your hand into her panties as she looks into your eyes.

"Do that again," she whispers, and you comply.

Val takes a deep breath and quietly moans with ecstasy as your fingers slip into her.

"What do you want?" Her voice barely a whisper.

"I want you to get me naked and suck me off," You tell her.

She hardly needs asking twice.

"Finish stripping for me though," you add.

Val shimmies out of her lacy white panties and steps out of them. She tosses them aside, and stands before you, naked for the first time.

"Beautiful," you tell her as your eyes roam over her figure.

Her body is like a marble statue's, firm and perfectly proportioned, Amazonian in stature and power. Her breasts are round and perky, her hips generous and her pussy neatly shaved and visibly wet.

"So.... Like what you see?" She says with a touch of bashfulness.

"You're definitely better looking than I am."

"You're not so bad yourself," she giggles.

She steps over to you, sits on your lap, and you savor the weight of her body settling onto your thighs. She slides your shirt off your shoulders and tosses it to the floor. Your arms go around her waist as she leans in to kiss you. You marvel at the feeling of her body against yours, firm but soft. Her kisses pull away from your lips and start tracking down. Along your neck, down your chest, and to the sides of your hips. Val also sneaks a cheeky tonguing of your belly button. You involuntarily tense a little bit as her hands get you your pants. Ignoring your still-unbuckled belt, she struggles a moment with the tight pants button. It opens, Val pulls the zipper down, and your bloated belly invades the new space. She finally gets your pants off and stands you up. They end up around your ankles as you step out of them. You have on black boxer-briefs, and she looks at you with approval. She hooks her fingers around the waistband and pulls them away, freeing your throbbing cock. You toss your underwear aside. Val kneels before your erect manhood. She looks up at you as she slowly takes your cock into her mouth. Her lips close around the base of it, and she begins to gently lick and suck. Her head bobs up and down on your dick, and you groan.

"God, she looks good like this." You think to yourself.

The feeling of her mouth around your dick is great, and you let out a few more approving grunts. Val looks up at you as she continues to suck, and you see an expression of determination. She wants this, and so do you. She begins to suck with more force, and the warmth of her mouth is almost too much. You can feel your orgasm approaching, and she's still not done. She slides her lips up and down your dick, and you grip her hair as you feel your balls tighten.

"I'm going to...!" You grunt.

Your orgasm hits you with intensity. Val doesn't stop, but keeps moving her head up and down on your dick. Your toes curl, you let out a few other sounds, and then you let out a massive amount of cum. She greedily sucks it all up, and keeps sucking until you're dry. You pants turn to sighs, and you collapse backwards into a heap on the bed.

"Wow," you sigh. "That was fucking incredible."

You look over to see Val kneeling in front of you. Panting and with her hair down around her shoulders.

"I wanted that to be good for you," she smiles.

Your head is starting to clear, and you reply, "It was better than good!"

A you crack a grin, "Will you still do what I tell you to?" You ask.

She puts her index finger against her lips and thinks for a moment. Then, she chuckles and says, "Yes."

You gently grab Val by the wrist and pull her onto the bed next to you.

You say, "It's your turn to cum."

Val's face is glowing with lust. You lean in and grab her by the hand, leading her over to the bed. You move her into sitting position, and she lays back on the bed. She reaches up and lets her hair loose, placing the sticks on her bedside table. You kneel between her open legs. You start kissing and massaging her turgid gut. With the tips of your fingers, you gently scratch at her solar plexus. It's incredibly ticklish there, especially as Val squirms and giggles.

"If you keep that up, we're not going to be doing this again," Val says.

"Okay, I'll be nice.... For now," you reply. Instead, you run your fingers along her tummy again and firmly push one into her belly button. She lets out a little yelp. You move down and start caressing her inner thighs with both of your hands. Her vulva glistens with her excitement. You're gonna have to get a taste soon.

"You don't need to be mean... C'mon, Anon, I'm already so turned on..." she says.

You slide your hands up her legs, to her hips, and grab her ass. You give it a squeeze, and she moans. Sufficiently braced, you slowly bury your face in her warm, soft folds. You breathe in deeply, taking in the delicious scent of Val's pussy. You slowly start to lick and suck on her clit. You circle it with your tongue, teasing it, and then doing it again and again. Val begins bucking her hips in rhythm with your mouth. "I'm gonna cum," she pants.

You keep going as Val's body goes completely rigid. Her back arches and she lets out a series of pleasured yelps. Even though her legs are splayed out in front of her, you can tell that she's wiggling in pleasure. Slowly, her breathing evens out and she relaxes her legs. You slowly pull your head away from her, licking your lips.

"That was incredible," she smiles.

You crawl up onto the bed with her. You lay your head down next to hers and stare into her eyes. Val's makeup is more than a little smudged, but you like the trashy effect. Shit, she'd look amazing wearing anything. You're a mess too. You can still feel and smell Val's honey on your face. You feel no urgency to clean up as you and Val gaze at each other.

"We need to do this again soon," you say.

"Definitely. This was just the start," she replies.

You wrap and arm around Val. She does the same and you draw each other close. No words are necessary between the two of you. You close your eyes and drift off to sleep, content in the knowledge that you have this amazing girl... You'll do anything for her.