I looked up as my roommate came back from her photo shoot, and as usual, I couldn't take my eyes off her. She smiled and sat down as she did every day when she got home; she sprawled out on the love seat while I smiled at her from the recliner.
Her name's Sugar, and she's tall, voluptuous, pleasantly super-size, and gaining, just like me. We're both very sexy black BBWs who met doing underwear commercials. I could look at her all day.
She has to know I look. She's a lesbian just like me, and she dates plus-size women. I've watched her make out with other women before; I get horny just thinking about it and pretending it's me, but I always get scared to try anything because I don't want to ruin our friendship.
But tonight, she was unusually chatty; usually after trying on underwear all day, she just wants to watch TV and go to sleep. She went on and on about her co-worker, a teenage plus-size model who was nervous about modeling underwear. The girl sounded so much like me when I met the mature Sugar six years ago; I was 19 and very intimidated by Sugar, who was twice my age - and twice my weight.
As she was chatting, Sugar reached behind her neck and tried to rub out a sore spot, and without thinking, I smiled and said,
'Can I get that for you?'
Sugar didn't miss a beat; she just waved me over, and as I started massaging her neck, she coolly told me,
'It's about time you came around, Sweets. You know how bad I wanted a massage from you?'
Not as badly as I wanted to give one, of course. I worked my hands on the back of her neck and all over her upper back; she was loving it. She wore a long coat over her black bra and thong panties to come home, and all she had on now was the bra and panties. She looked so damn good in thongs; I could feast on that ass of hers for as long as she would let me.
I bent her over and unhooked her bra without even asking permission; I slid it off, revealing the most gorgeous breasts I had ever laid eyes on. She didn't seem to mind that I switched my focus from her back to her massive breasts; she just went with it.
I tongued her nipples, and she laid back on the love seat with her legs spread and enjoyed it. Her big, voluptuous, almost-naked body was mine, and I was taking it. I tongued her breasts, covering them with my mouth, and I was loving my power over my friend and roommate, having her down to her naughty thong while I was still clothed. It didn't matter to her; she was moaning wildly.
As I tongued her bare breasts, she slid her hands under my tank top and undid my bra, sliding it off and allowing my queen-size breasts to dangle. I always got lots of looks from other girls for my breasts, but never as many as Sugar; hers were twice the size of mine, and every girl we knew wanted them. She slid my top off, and I was down to my jean shorts.
She had trouble sliding off my tight shorts, but it didn't stop me from lustily caressing her breasts with my eager tongue. Soon, I was in a thong just like her; my tight bottoms were on the floor as she acted stunned. Clearly I was losing her, but all she wanted to know was,
'Damn, girl. How do you fit all that ass into jeans that tight?'
As an underwear model, Sugar never wore tight-fitting clothes; she always tried to discourage me from wearing them, but I had no idea it was because she loved seeing me in just my underwear.
I kissed Sugar, and she kissed me back. My tongue touched hers, and I pressed my topless body to hers. Our breasts squeezed together, and our tongues passionately touched. I moaned, and so did she. I grabbed her ass. I turned our luscious, sweet kiss into a full-on make-out session. She was mine.
I touched her tongue with mine, pressing into her delicious mouth and grinding my voluptuous body against hers. She was so big, so beautiful, and an incredible kisser. I melted into every delicious, sexy pound on her body, wanting her bigger and bustier. I knew she wanted the same from me. I Idolized her. I wanted to be her.
I moved down her gorgeous body to her legs, and I grabbed her thong with my teeth. I was wanting this to be the last piece of clothing Sugar ever wore. I dragged it to the floor with my teeth and spread her perfect legs. Her thighs were so heavy and so massive, and I loved them. I helped her lay back. She knew what I wanted.
My tongue went right to work on her delicious pussy. With every lick and every thrust of my tongue, she moaned. My sexy, supersize underwear model was melting for me, and she didn't hold back. With every delectable moan of,
'Oh yeah, Sweets. You know what I like. Go deeper, Sweets. Eat that pussy. You're my girl, Sweets,'
I worked harder and faster, burying my face between her legs. I was hers. Her bush was so thick and juicy, and I couldn't get enough. I wanted to make my lover scream like she had never screamed before. I thought for a minute about watching other girls eat Sugar out, knowing I could do better, and dating other plus-size ladies and pretending they were her. I didn't have to pretend anymore. Damn, she tasted good.
I got her moaning a lot harder pretty quickly; her big, bouncy body was thrusting with every quick lashing my tongue gave her pussy. I couldn't believe a woman her size could move like that, but she did; she was even tongueing her own breasts as I was tongueing her pussy. I used to watch her play with her breasts, and she didn't know it; she was amazing. I knew she licked her breasts when a girl ate her pussy, and I thought it was the hottest thing ever - until now, when I was on my knees serving her.
She started to reach orgasm and turned from licking her breasts to squeezing them; her hands barely covered anything because they were so big. I forced her to moan louder and louder by burying my tongue in her sweet slit and licking her all over inside. I couldn't get enough.
One orgasm turned into two because I couldn't stop licking her and she didn't want me to stop. I could have gone on all night, and I knew that's what Sugar wanted. When her second orgasm died down, I hit her g-spot with my tongue and gave her a third. She was losing all control, and I could do whatever I wanted. Every hot spot on her body was so sensitive, and I wanted to hit them all. I wanted to bury my face in her ass. I wanted her to tie me up and smother me with her gigantic breasts. I never wanted her to wear clothes again so I could lick her pussy all the time.
I didn't stray from her g-spot, and the intensity kept up. She couldn't form words and was almost completely exhausted from the workout my tongue was giving her. I didn't want to stop. I was hers. I tongued her faster and deeper for as long as she could hold out. I thought about feeding her cake frosting to put back the sexy pounds my tongue was burning off and then some.
Sugar gave out before I did, but I got her up to seven orgasms, one after another. Her body couldn't take it anymore. She was tapped out, exhausted - and more satisfied than she had ever been in her life.
I asked to be her sex slave. She told me she never wanted anything more, and the next day, I got myself tattooed as her slave. She still models underwear, and it's all she ever wears anymore. She's still gaining, just like me, and we're still lovers. I lick her pussy every night and do all kinds of things to serve her. I never ask for her to reciprocate, although she does from time to time. I'm very happy to serve her.
And just today, she did her 500th underwear commercial and passed her latest weight milestone, so I have a surprise for her...