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The Doctor’s Unusual Diagnosis

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I couldn’t believe I was feeling so nervous about a routine check-up. It was just an annual gynecological exam, something I’ve done countless times before. But this time, I was seeing a new doctor, Dr. Evans, and there was something about him that made my heart flutter. I had heard rumors about him from the other women in my office—how he was young, handsome, and a bit of an enigma.

As I sat in the waiting room of Cul-de-sac Medical, I couldn’t help but feel a bit self-conscious about my appearance. I, Carol, was a big, beautiful woman, embracing my curves and my voluptuous figure. My blonde hair fell in soft curls around my face, and my green eyes sparkled with a playful light. I knew I was a catch, but today, I felt a bit vulnerable, exposing my most intimate self to a stranger.

The nurse called my name, and I stood up, smoothing down my dress, a vibrant floral number that accentuated my ample cleavage. I followed her down the hall, my heart pounding with each step. The clinic had a warm, inviting atmosphere, with soft lighting and a soothing scent of lavender in the air.

As I entered the examination room, I was greeted by Dr. Evans. He was even more captivating up close. Tall and broad-shouldered, with dark hair that fell perfectly across his forehead, and deep blue eyes that seemed to see right through me. His smile was warm and reassuring, but there was a hint of mischief in his gaze that sent a shiver down my spine.

“Ms. Carol, it’s a pleasure to meet you,” he said, his voice smooth like silk. “Please, take a seat and tell me, how are you feeling today?”

I sat on the examination table, my legs swinging nervously. “I’m well, thank you, Dr. Evans. Just here for my annual check-up.”

He nodded, his eyes roaming over me, taking in my curves with a subtle appreciation. “Excellent. Now, Carol, I understand you’re a healthy, sexually active woman. I’d like to ask you a few questions about your sexual health and satisfaction.”

My cheeks flushed at his directness. No other doctor had ever been so forward, but I found his approach oddly refreshing. “Okay, I guess. I mean, I’m quite happy with my sex life.”

“That’s wonderful to hear. Do you orgasm regularly during sexual encounters?” His question was so intimate, yet his tone remained professional.

I felt my face heat up even more. “Yes, I do. I mean, most of the time. Why do you ask?”

Dr. Evans smiled, and my heart skipped a beat. “It’s important to ensure that everything is functioning properly, Carol. You see, sexual responsiveness is a key indicator of overall health and well-being. I’d like to, well, test a few things out, if you’re comfortable with that.”

I swallowed hard, my mind racing with possibilities. “Test things out? What do you mean?”

Without waiting for an answer, he stepped closer, his presence filling the room with an electric charge. “I’d like to examine your responsiveness firsthand, if that’s alright with you. It’s a crucial part of my assessment.”

Before I could respond, he gently placed his hand on my thigh, his touch sending a jolt of pleasure through my body. I gasped, my eyes widening in surprise. “Dr. Evans, I…”

“Shh, just relax, Carol,” he whispered, his breath warm on my ear. “Let’s see how your body reacts, shall we?”

His fingers trailed upwards, brushing against the sensitive skin of my inner thigh. I felt my muscles tense, anticipation building within me. His touch was gentle yet firm, and I couldn’t help but let out a soft moan as he reached the edge of my panties.

“You’re already quite responsive, Carol,” he murmured, his fingers hooking under the lace and slowly sliding them down my legs. “I want to explore this further.”

I was trembling, my body betraying my desire to resist. Dr. Evans’ touch was like a drug, and I found myself wanting more, despite the unconventional nature of the situation.

He positioned himself between my legs, his eyes never leaving mine. “I’m going to stimulate you, Carol. Tell me how it feels.”

His fingers gently parted my folds, and I felt a rush of wetness as he stroked my clit in slow, deliberate circles. I bit my lip, my breath coming in short gasps. “Oh, it feels… incredible,” I managed to say.

“Good, very good,” he encouraged, his touch becoming more insistent. “Let yourself go, Carol. I want to see you lose control.”

His fingers worked their magic, sending waves of pleasure through my body. I closed my eyes, surrendering to the sensations. His touch was skilled, knowing exactly where and how to touch me. I could feel my orgasm building, a delicious tension coiling within me.

“That’s it, Carol, let it happen,” he whispered, his voice hoarse with desire. “Come for me, right here in my office.”

His words were like a trigger, and I cried out as my orgasm ripped through me. My body shook, and I clutched at the edges of the table, my back arching off the surface. Dr. Evans’ fingers never stopped their relentless rhythm, and I came again, my cries filling the room.

“Amazing, Carol,” he breathed, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction. “You’re incredibly responsive. I think we should explore this further.”

I lay there, my body spent and satisfied, but my mind was reeling. What was happening? This wasn’t a typical doctor’s appointment, but I couldn’t deny the pleasure I had just experienced.

Dr. Evans smiled down at me, his hand still resting on my thigh. “I know this is unusual, Carol, but it’s important for my diagnosis. I want to ensure you’re experiencing the full range of sexual pleasure.”

I nodded, my voice hoarse. “Yes, of course. I trust you, Dr. Evans.”

He leaned in, his lips brushing against my ear, sending shivers down my spine. “Good girl. Now, let’s see if we can make you come again, shall we?”

His fingers returned to my aching core, and I gasped as he plunged two fingers deep inside me. I was already sensitive from my previous orgasms, but his touch ignited a new fire within me. He began to thrust, his fingers filling me, hitting all the right spots.

“Oh, Dr. Evans,” I panted, my hips rising to meet his hand. “I… I can’t…”

“Yes, you can, Carol,” he insisted, his free hand cupping my breast, thumb teasing my nipple through the fabric of my dress. “You’re doing wonderfully. Let go and enjoy it.”

His fingers moved in and out, his thumb continuing to circle my clit, sending me spiraling towards another climax. I felt exposed, vulnerable, and yet, I had never felt more desired. The pleasure was overwhelming, and I couldn’t hold back any longer.

“I’m… I’m coming!” I cried out, my body convulsing around his fingers.

Dr. Evans didn’t stop, his fingers working me through my orgasm, drawing it out until I was a quivering mess. I lay there, my breath ragged, my body tingling with aftershocks.

“Incredible,” he whispered, his eyes shining with a mixture of satisfaction and desire. “You’re a very responsive patient, Carol. We’ll need to continue these tests, of course.”

I smiled, feeling a mixture of embarrassment and excitement. “Of course, Dr. Evans. I’m happy to… cooperate.”

He chuckled, his hand still stroking my thigh. “I’m sure you are. I’ll see you again soon, Carol. We have much more to explore.”

As I left the clinic, my legs felt like jelly, and my mind was spinning with the events that had just transpired. Dr. Evans had not only given me a thorough examination but had also unlocked a new level of sexual pleasure within me. I couldn’t wait to see what other ‘tests’ he had in store for me…

A Christmas Eve Rendezvous

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I stepped into the grand foyer of Central Presbyterian Church, the warm glow of the Christmas tree lighting up the space, making the stained glass windows shimmer with vibrant hues. It was Christmas Eve, and as a single woman in my early forties, I found myself drawn to the familiar comfort of church services during the holidays. The beautiful old brick building, with its traditional architecture, felt like a welcoming embrace.

The choir’s harmonious voices filled the sanctuary as I took a seat, allowing the music to wash over me. I let out a content sigh, feeling at peace amidst the bustling city outside. My green eyes scanned the room, taking in the festive decorations, and that’s when I noticed him—Minister McDougall. He stood at the front, his tall, slender figure commanding attention, despite his average build. His brown hair, graying slightly at the temples, framed his kind face, and his blue eyes sparkled with warmth behind his glasses.

As the service drew to a close, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of loneliness creeping in. The thought of spending yet another holiday alone weighed on me. I had always been a bubbly and fun-loving woman, with a wonderful sense of humor, but my love life had been less than exciting. I craved companionship, someone to share these special moments with.

Minister McDougall’s voice echoed through the now-empty church, wishing everyone a Merry Christmas. His gentle demeanor and soft-spoken nature were so appealing to me. I felt a sudden urge to approach him, to engage in conversation, and perhaps find a connection.

“Merry Christmas, Minister McDougall,” I said, my voice carrying a hint of nervousness. He turned, his eyes lighting up at the sight of me.

“Why, Carol, it’s lovely to see you. And a very Merry Christmas to you too,” he replied, his voice warm and soothing.

We exchanged pleasantries, and I couldn’t help but notice the way his eyes lingered on my full figure. I was a big girl, with blonde hair and a pretty face, and my ample curves never failed to attract attention. I had always embraced my body, and tonight was no exception.

“Are you spending the holidays alone, Carol?” he asked, his voice filled with genuine concern.

I nodded, feeling a lump form in my throat. “Yes, Minister. It’s just me and my cat this year.”

His expression softened, and he placed a comforting hand on my shoulder. “You know, Carol, the church is a place of community. We should never feel alone here. Would you care to join me for some coffee in my office? It’s the least I can do on this special night.”

The invitation took me by surprise, but I found myself nodding eagerly. Spending time with the minister felt like a welcome distraction from my solitary existence.

As we made our way to his office, I couldn’t help but admire the church’s intricate architecture. The dimly lit corridors added an air of mystery to our journey. Minister McDougall’s office was cozy, with a large wooden desk and a small sitting area. He gestured for me to take a seat on the plush sofa, while he busied himself with making coffee in the small kitchenette.

“So, Carol, tell me about yourself,” he said, his voice carrying a hint of curiosity as he handed me a steaming mug. “What brings a beautiful woman like you to church on Christmas Eve?”

I blushed at his compliment, taking a sip of the hot coffee. “Well, Minister, I guess I’m just a bit of a traditionalist. I love the sense of community and the comfort of familiar rituals. And of course, the music and decorations are always a treat.”

He smiled, his eyes twinkling. “I can see that. You have a certain sparkle about you, Carol. It’s refreshing to meet someone who appreciates the simple joys of life.”

Our conversation flowed effortlessly, and I found myself opening up to him about my love for live theater, old movies, and my insatiable appetite for good food. He listened intently, his kind eyes never wavering from mine.

“You know, Carol, being a minister can be a lonely path at times,” he confessed, his voice low and intimate. “My wife passed away a few years ago, and I’ve been navigating this life alone ever since.”

My heart went out to him. I could sense the weight of his loss, and I felt a deep connection forming between us.

“I’m so sorry for your loss, Minister,” I whispered, reaching out to touch his hand. “It must be incredibly difficult, especially during the holidays.”

He nodded, his eyes glistening with unshed tears. “It is, but talking to you, Carol, makes me feel less alone. There’s something about your presence that brings comfort and… desire.”

His words sent a shiver down my spine. I had always been a lusty woman, with big appetites in all areas of life, and the thought of being desired by this handsome minister was intoxicating.

“Desire, Minister?” I asked, my voice laced with curiosity and a hint of playfulness. “I must admit, I’ve always had a certain… fantasy about being with a man of the cloth.”

His eyes widened, and a slight blush crept up his neck. “Oh, Carol, I shouldn’t be entertaining such thoughts, but I find myself drawn to you in ways I can’t explain. Perhaps it’s the allure of the forbidden fruit.”

I moved closer to him, my heart pounding in my chest. “Forbidden fruit, Minister? I think we should explore this further. After all, we’re both adults, and it’s just us here in this office.”

He hesitated for a moment, as if battling his own desires, and then he leaned in, his lips brushing against mine softly. The kiss was gentle, yet filled with unspoken passion. I responded eagerly, my hands reaching up to caress his face, my fingers tangling in his soft hair.

As the kiss deepened, I could feel his hands roaming over my body, exploring my curves with a reverence that made me melt. His touch was gentle, but his desire was evident as his hands cupped my full breasts, his thumbs brushing over my hardened nipples through the fabric of my dress.

“Oh, Carol,” he breathed against my lips, “you’re so beautiful, so incredibly desirable.”

His words sent a rush of pleasure through me, and I moaned softly, encouraging him to continue. He slowly began to unbutton my dress, his fingers trembling slightly as he revealed my ample cleavage. I wore no bra, and my heavy breasts spilled out, the nipples already taut and aching for his touch.

“You’re stunning,” he whispered, his breath hot against my skin as he leaned down to take a nipple into his mouth. His tongue swirled around the sensitive peak, sending jolts of pleasure through my body. I arched my back, pressing my breasts into his face, desperate for more.

His hands moved lower, caressing my thighs, inching their way up my skirt. I could feel the heat of his touch through the thin fabric of my panties, and I spread my legs willingly, inviting him to explore further.

“Please, Minister,” I begged, my voice hoarse with desire. “I need more. I want to feel you inside me.”

He pulled away, his eyes dark with lust. “Carol, I shouldn’t… but I can’t deny this any longer.”

With that, he stood and began to undress, revealing a well-toned body. His hands quickly unbuckled his belt, and he pushed his pants down, revealing his hard, throbbing erection. I couldn’t help but let out a gasp of appreciation.

“Oh, Minister, you’re… impressive,” I managed to say, my eyes fixed on his thick, veined cock.

He stepped out of his pants, his eyes never leaving mine. “And you, Carol, are a vision of beauty. I want to worship every inch of you.”

He knelt before me, his hands gently pushing my legs apart. I was wet and ready, my pussy lips glistening with anticipation. He leaned in, his tongue tracing my slit, teasing me with soft, feathery strokes. I moaned, my hands gripping the sofa cushions as he licked and sucked at my sensitive flesh.

“Oh God, yes,” I cried out, my hips thrusting upwards, seeking more of his talented tongue.

He obliged, his mouth devouring my pussy with a fervor that matched my own. His tongue delved deep inside me, exploring every inch of my wetness, while his fingers worked their magic on my clit, bringing me closer and closer to the edge.

“I’m going to cum, Minister,” I gasped, my body trembling with the force of my orgasm.

He didn’t stop, his tongue and fingers working in perfect harmony, driving me over the edge. I came with a scream, my juices flowing freely as my body convulsed in ecstasy.

Minister McDougall looked up at me, his face flushed with desire. “You’re incredible, Carol. I want to feel you cum again, but this time, with my cock deep inside you.”

I nodded eagerly, my heart racing. He positioned himself between my legs, his thick shaft pressing against my entrance. With one smooth thrust, he filled me completely, his length stretching me deliciously.

“Oh yes,” I moaned, wrapping my legs around his waist. “Fuck me, Minister. Show me what it’s like to be truly worshipped.”

He began to move, his hips thrusting in a slow, rhythmic pace. Each stroke sent waves of pleasure through my body, and I matched his rhythm, meeting his every thrust with equal fervor. His hands gripped my hips, guiding me as he plunged in and out, filling me with a sense of fullness I had never experienced before.

“You feel so good, Carol,” he grunted, his breath coming in short gasps. “So tight, so wet. I can’t hold back much longer.”

I could feel his cock throbbing inside me, and I knew he was close. I wanted to give him the same pleasure he had given me.

“Cum for me, Minister,” I urged, my nails digging into his shoulders. “Fill me with your hot cum.”

His eyes rolled back as he surrendered to the pleasure, his body tensing as he emptied his load deep within me. I could feel his warm seed filling me, and the thought of being so intimately connected to this man sent me over the edge once again.

We lay there, entangled in each other’s arms, our hearts still racing. The church bells chimed in the distance, signaling the late hour, but neither of us was ready to part ways.

“Carol, this was… unexpected,” Minister McDougall said, his voice filled with wonder. “I never imagined I’d find such passion in my life again.”

I smiled, tracing my fingers along his chest. “And I never thought I’d find a man who could make me feel so desired. But here we are, breaking all the rules.”

He leaned in, capturing my lips in a tender kiss. “Rules are meant to be broken, Carol. And I have a feeling this is just the beginning of something extraordinary.”

As we dressed, the realization of what we had just shared sank in. I knew that this night would change everything, and I couldn’t wait to see what the future held for us.

“Merry Christmas, Minister McDougall,” I said, my voice laced with mischief.

“Merry Christmas, Carol,” he replied, a mischievous glint in his eye. “And may this be the first of many nights we spend together.”

I left his office with a newfound sense of excitement, knowing that this was just the start of a passionate and forbidden affair. As I stepped out into the cold night, I couldn’t help but wonder what other surprises this holiday season had in store for us.

The Milkshake Shack Encounter

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I was sitting alone at the counter of The Milkshake Shack, my favorite diner in town. It was a typical 1950s-themed joint with red and white checkered floors, shiny chrome stools, and a jukebox in the corner, blaring out some old Elvis tunes. I had just finished my shift at the nearby office building and was enjoying a well-deserved break, sipping on a thick, creamy chocolate milkshake. As I savored the sweet treat, my eyes wandered around the room, taking in the vibrant atmosphere. That’s when I noticed her.

Carol, as her name tag read, was a stunning woman, probably in her early 40s, with a curvy, BBW figure that demanded attention. Her blonde hair, styled in soft waves, framed her pretty face, and her green eyes sparkled with a playful glint. But what truly caught my gaze were her breasts—they were enormous, the kind that seemed to have a gravitational pull of their own. They were barely contained within her tight pink waitress uniform, straining against the fabric with each move she made. I couldn’t help but stare, my mouth watering at the sight.

I felt a bit embarrassed by my bold staring, but Carol seemed to notice and, instead of being offended, she smiled at me. Her lips curved upwards, revealing a mischievous glint in her eye. I felt my face flush, and I quickly looked down at my milkshake, stirring the straw around nervously. I was William, a shy, 27-year-old online stockbroker, not used to such bold advances from women, especially not someone as confident and beautiful as Carol.

“Hey there, handsome,” she said, her voice like warm honey. “You look like you’re enjoying your milkshake. But I bet you’d enjoy it even more if you had a better view.”

I looked up at her, my eyes widening. Her playful smile had turned into a seductive grin, and she leaned closer, her cleavage now at eye level. My heart raced, and I felt my cheeks grow hotter. I was completely captivated by her beauty and the sheer size of her breasts.

“I-I’m sorry,” I stammered, feeling like a nervous schoolboy. “I didn’t mean to stare. It’s just…”

“It’s okay, sweetie,” she interrupted, her hand gently touching my arm. “I don’t mind. In fact, I love it when men appreciate my assets. And you seem like a real gentleman, unlike some of the wolves I’ve had to deal with around here.”

Her words surprised me, and I felt a surge of confidence. I took a deep breath and met her gaze. “Well, I… I guess I have a bit of a fixation with… with women like you.”

Carol raised an eyebrow, her smile growing wider. “Oh really? And what kind of women do you like, William?”

I felt my face heat up again, but I pressed on, driven by a newfound boldness. “I… I have a thing for… big breasts. And you, Carol, you have the most incredible pair I’ve ever seen.”

She let out a sultry laugh, her breasts jiggling slightly with the movement. “Why, thank you, William. That’s quite a compliment. And I must say, I do love a man who knows what he wants.”

My eyes drifted down to her cleavage again, and I couldn’t help but imagine what it would be like to touch those soft mounds, to feel their weight in my hands. I shifted uncomfortably on my stool, suddenly aware of the growing bulge in my pants.

Carol’s eyes followed my gaze, and she bit her lower lip, her expression turning thoughtful. “You know, William, I have a little secret. Something I think you might find… interesting.”

Intrigued, I leaned forward, my curiosity piqued. “What is it, Carol? I’d love to know more about you.”

She leaned closer, her breath tickling my ear as she whispered, “I’m lactating, William. My breasts are full of sweet, creamy milk, just waiting to be tasted.”

My breath caught in my throat. I had always had a secret lactation fetish, but I never imagined I’d find someone who shared my fantasy. My mind raced with the possibilities, and I felt my cock twitch with anticipation.

“I… I don’t know what to say,” I managed to stammer, my voice hoarse with desire. “I’ve always wanted to… to experience something like that.”

Carol’s smile was radiant as she sat back, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “Well, why don’t we take this conversation somewhere more private? I’d love to show you just how sweet my milk can be.”

I nodded eagerly, my heart pounding in my chest. I couldn’t believe my luck. Here I was, a shy, average guy, about to indulge in my wildest fantasy with a gorgeous, curvaceous woman.

We quickly settled our bills and stepped out of the diner, the bright sunlight momentarily blinding me. Carol took my hand in hers, her touch sending shivers down my spine. We walked in silence for a few blocks, the anticipation building with every step. Finally, we arrived at her apartment building, a cozy-looking place with a small garden out front.

As we entered her home, I was hit with a wave of warmth and a subtle, sweet scent that I later realized was the aroma of her breast milk. The living room was cozy, with soft lighting and a plush couch. Carol led me over to it, her hips swaying seductively.

“Make yourself comfortable, William,” she purred, her voice low and sultry. “I’ll just be a moment.”

I sat down, my eyes never leaving her as she disappeared into another room. I could hear the faint sound of running water, and my mind raced with thoughts of what she might be doing. Was she preparing herself for me? The anticipation was almost unbearable.

Moments later, Carol reappeared, and my breath caught in my throat. She had changed into a sheer, black negligee that hugged her curves, showcasing her enormous breasts. The fabric was almost see-through, and I could make out her hard nipples, dark and inviting, poking against the thin material.

She sauntered towards me, her hips swaying in a slow, sensual rhythm. Her breasts bounced gently with each step, and I could see the outline of her erect nipples, beckoning me to come closer.

“Do you like what you see, William?” she asked, her voice thick with desire.

I nodded, unable to speak, my mouth suddenly dry. Carol smiled, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction. She sat down beside me, her thigh brushing against mine, sending a jolt of electricity through my body.

“I can see you’re eager, my dear,” she whispered, her breath hot against my ear. “But let’s take our time and enjoy every moment, shall we?”

I could only nod, my eyes transfixed on her breasts, my cock throbbing with need. Carol leaned back, her hands gently caressing her own breasts, teasing me with every stroke. Her nipples were now fully erect, the dark circles surrounding them prominent against the sheer fabric.

“Do you want to touch them, William?” she asked, her voice laced with lust. “Go on, I won’t bite.”

I didn’t need any further encouragement. I reached out, my hands trembling as I cupped her breasts, feeling their weight and softness. They were warm and supple, and I could feel her heart beating rapidly beneath my touch.

“Oh, yes,” she moaned, her head tilting back. “That’s it, squeeze them gently. I love it when a man knows how to appreciate my breasts.”

I massaged her breasts, my thumbs brushing over her nipples, causing her to gasp and arch her back. Her moans filled the room, spurring me on. I leaned down, my mouth seeking out her nipple, and I suckled it gently, feeling her milk tease my tongue.

“Oh, William, yes!” she cried out, her hands gripping my hair, urging me on. “Suck my nipples, taste my milk. It’s been building up all day, just for you.”

I suckled harder, my mouth working feverishly, and her milk began to flow, warm and sweet, filling my mouth. I drank eagerly, my hands still massaging her breasts, and she writhed beside me, her moans growing louder.

“That’s it, my sweet boy,” she panted. “Drink it all, every last drop. I want to feel your mouth on me, sucking me dry.”

I obeyed, my mouth working in a frenzy, my tongue lapping up every drop of her delicious milk. Her body trembled as she climaxed, her hands gripping my shoulders, her breasts heaving with each breath.

As her orgasm subsided, she pulled me close, her lips finding mine in a passionate kiss. I could taste her milk on her lips, and it drove me wild. Our tongues danced, and I felt her hand reach down, grasping my erection through my pants.

“Mmm, you’re so hard for me, William,” she whispered between kisses. “Let’s take this to the bedroom, shall we? I have a feeling this is just the beginning of a very wet and wild adventure.”

I nodded eagerly, my heart pounding with excitement. I couldn’t wait to see what other pleasures Carol had in store for me. As we made our way to the bedroom, I knew this was just the start of an unforgettable erotic journey.

A Busty Encounter

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The air was crisp and fragrant with the scent of pine as Connor strolled through his beloved Christmas tree farm. The sun was setting, casting a warm glow over the rows of trees, their branches heavy with decorations. It was the perfect setting for a romantic encounter, and Connor couldn’t help but feel a buzz of anticipation as he made his way towards the cozy log cabin at the heart of the farm.

He had been eagerly awaiting this moment ever since he received the mysterious invitation from an anonymous admirer. The note, written in elegant cursive, hinted at a night of pleasure and promised an experience he would never forget. As a successful and charming man, Connor was no stranger to female attention, but this invitation intrigued him like no other.

Stepping onto the porch of the cabin, he paused, taking a moment to admire the view. The farm had been in his family for generations, and he took great pride in its beauty. As he stood there, the door swung open, revealing a vision that took his breath away.

Carol stood in the doorway, her voluptuous figure accentuated by a tight-fitting red dress that hugged every curve. Her blonde hair cascaded in soft waves over her shoulders, framing her pretty face and sparkling green eyes. But it was her enormous breasts that truly commanded attention, straining against the fabric, leaving little to the imagination.

“Connor, darling, you made it,” she purred, her voice like warm honey. “Come in, the night is young, and I have something special planned for us.”

He found himself drawn towards her, his heart racing. Carol’s presence exuded a raw sexuality that was impossible to resist. As he stepped into the cabin, the warm glow of candlelight illuminated the room, creating an intimate atmosphere.

“You look absolutely stunning,” Connor complimented, his eyes roaming over her ample curves. “I can’t believe I’m finally meeting the woman who’s been sending me those tantalizing notes.”

Carol’s full lips curved into a mischievous smile, revealing a hint of dimples. “Oh, but I’ve been waiting for you, Connor. I’ve heard so much about your charm and your love for the finer things in life. And I must say, you don’t disappoint.”

As she spoke, she sauntered towards him, her hips swaying seductively. Connor’s eyes were transfixed on her breasts, which seemed to bounce with each step she took. He could feel his desire building, his body responding to her every move.

“You have a taste for the voluptuous, don’t you, my dear?” Carol whispered, her breath tickling his ear as she stood close behind him. “I can see it in your eyes. And I’m here to give you exactly what you crave.”

With a swift motion, she spun him around and pressed her soft, full body against his. Connor’s hands instinctively found their way to her waist, his fingers sinking into her plush flesh. He pulled her closer, feeling the warmth of her skin through the thin fabric of her dress.

“Mmm, that’s it,” she moaned softly, nuzzling his neck. “I love a man who knows what he wants. And I can see you want me.”

Connor’s hands began to wander, exploring the generous curves of her body. He cupped her breasts, his palms barely covering their immense size. Carol arched her back, offering herself to him, her nipples hardening against the thin material.

“That’s right, touch me,” she urged, her voice thick with desire. “Feel how much I want you. I’ve been waiting all day to have your hands on me.”

As Connor’s fingers teased her nipples through the dress, Carol let out a soft moan, her head falling back in pleasure. Her breath quickened, and her eyes glazed over with lust.

“I want to feel your skin against mine,” she whispered, her hands working on the buttons of her dress. “Let’s get more comfortable, shall we?”

With nimble fingers, she undid the buttons, revealing her creamy skin inch by inch. The dress fell to the floor, pooling at her feet, and Connor’s breath caught in his throat at the sight before him.

Carol stood before him completely naked, her body a masterpiece of feminine curves. Her breasts were truly a sight to behold—full and heavy, with large, dark areolas and erect nipples that begged to be sucked. Her waist tapered to flaring hips, and her thighs were thick and inviting.

“Do you like what you see?” she asked, her voice laced with confidence. “I know my body is a pleasure to behold. And it’s all yours tonight.”

Connor couldn’t speak, his mouth gone dry at the sight of her. He nodded, his eyes never leaving her body as she stepped out of her dress and sauntered towards him, her hips swaying provocatively.

Carol took his hand and led him to the plush couch, where she pushed him gently onto the cushions. She straddled his lap, her warm, bare skin pressing against his through his clothes.

“Now, my dear Connor,” she said, her voice husky with desire. “It’s time for you to feast on these breasts you’ve been longing for.”

Leaning forward, she took his face in her hands and guided his mouth to her nipple. Connor’s lips closed around the taut peak, sucking gently at first, then with increasing fervor as Carol’s moans filled the room. Her hands tangled in his hair, urging him on as he lavished attention on one breast and then the other.

“Yes, that’s it,” she panted, her fingers digging into his shoulders. “Suck them, love. Make me feel it.”

Connor’s hands roamed over her back, down to her generous bottom, squeezing and kneading as he feasted on her breasts. Carol’s moans grew louder, her hips undulating against his hardening cock, which strained against his pants.

“I want to feel you inside me,” she whispered, her breath hot against his ear. “But first, I have a special treat for you.”

With that, she rose from his lap, her breasts swaying enticingly, and knelt before him. Connor’s eyes widened as she undid his belt and slowly lowered his zipper, revealing his thick, throbbing erection.

“Oh, you’re a big boy, aren’t you?” she purred, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “Just the way I like them. Now, let’s see what we can do with this.”

Carol took his cock in her hand, stroking it gently as she leaned forward and pressed her massive breasts together, creating a warm, soft valley. Connor’s eyes widened further as she guided his shaft into the cleavage, her breasts enveloping his length.

“Oh, fuck,” he groaned, his hands coming up to cup her breasts as she began to move them up and down, massaging his cock with her soft flesh.

“That’s it, enjoy it,” she whispered, her breath hot against his sensitive skin. “I want to feel you get hard between my tits. I want to make you come like this.”

Carol increased the pace, her breasts sliding up and down his shaft, her nipples grazing his skin. Connor’s eyes rolled back in his head as pleasure coursed through his body. He had never experienced anything like this before, and he couldn’t get enough.

“Fuck, you’re amazing,” he managed to gasp between moans. “I’m gonna come, Carol. Oh, fuck, I’m gonna come all over your tits.”

Carol smiled, her eyes never leaving his as she continued her sensual titty-fucking. “That’s right, baby, give it to me. Let it all out.”

With a final, intense thrust of her breasts, Connor’s cock twitched, and he exploded, his hot cum shooting onto her ample cleavage. She giggled softly, her eyes sparkling with satisfaction as she milked the last drops from him with her breasts.

“Mmm, that was incredible,” she purred, her fingers gently wiping some of the cum from her breasts and bringing it to her lips, where she licked it off with a satisfied smile. “But we’re not done yet, my dear. I have so much more to show you.”

Connor, still breathless, could only nod in agreement, his heart racing and his body yearning for more of this voluptuous vixen. Little did he know, this was just the beginning of a night that would forever change his perception of pleasure.

As Carol leaned forward to kiss him, her breasts brushing against his chest, he felt a surge of desire, knowing that this was just the start of an unforgettable adventure with the woman who had captured his lust and his heart.

A Thanksgiving Night to Remember

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I had always loved Thanksgiving, the warmth and coziness of the holiday, the delicious food, and the chance to spend time with loved ones. But this year, I found myself alone. My family lived across the country, and with my busy work schedule, I hadn’t been able to make the trip home. So, on that chilly November evening, I decided to treat myself to a nice dinner at a charming little restaurant called The Bistro. I had heard great things about their food, and the intimate atmosphere seemed perfect for a solo celebration.

As I stepped into the cozy dining room, I was greeted by the warm glow of candlelit tables and the soft murmur of conversations. The restaurant was elegantly decorated with autumn hues, and the aroma of roasted turkey and pumpkin pie filled the air, making my mouth water. I was led to a cozy corner table, and as I settled into the plush seat, I felt a sense of peace wash over me. It was a welcome change from the usual hustle and bustle of my daily life.

I scanned the menu, my eyes lingering on the mouth-watering options. The Bistro offered a special Thanksgiving feast, and I eagerly opted for it. As I waited for my meal, I observed the other patrons, feeling a sense of camaraderie with the lone diners like myself. That’s when I noticed him.

Christopher, as I later learned his name was, sat a few tables away, alone like me. He was hard to miss with his striking appearance—red hair that fell in gentle waves, framing his handsome face, and bright blue eyes that seemed to sparkle with kindness. He had a slim build, and his suit suggested he was in town for business. There was an air of gentleness about him, and I found myself intrigued.

I couldn’t help but sneak glances at him as I savored my dinner. The Bistro did not disappoint; the food was exquisite. I indulged in every course, from the creamy pumpkin soup to the perfectly roasted turkey with all the trimmings. As I enjoyed my meal, I noticed Christopher doing the same, and we exchanged subtle smiles, acknowledging our shared appreciation for the culinary delights.

When the waiter offered dessert, I decided to be a little adventurous and ordered the pumpkin cheesecake. As I took the first bite, my eyes closed in bliss, and I let out a soft moan of pleasure, unaware of the effect it might have on my handsome dining companion.

“That good, huh?” Christopher’s voice startled me, and I turned to find him standing by my table with a charming smile. “I couldn’t help but notice your reaction to the cheesecake. I was considering ordering it myself.”

I felt my cheeks flush, realizing my reaction might have been a bit over the top. “Oh, it’s divine,” I replied, my voice a little breathless. “You should definitely try it.”

He took a seat at my table, and we started chatting, our conversation flowing effortlessly. I learned that he was indeed in town for business, and like me, he had no family nearby. There was an instant connection between us, a shared loneliness that drew us together.

Christopher had a gentle, soothing voice that made me feel at ease. We talked about our lives, our passions, and our love for good food. His eyes lit up when he spoke, and I found myself captivated by his charm. As the evening progressed, I felt a growing desire to get to know this man better, to explore the connection that seemed to spark between us.

“It’s getting late,” he said, glancing at his watch. “But I’d hate for the night to end. Would you like to continue this conversation somewhere more private?”

My heart skipped a beat at his suggestion. I knew what he was implying, and the thought of spending more time with this handsome stranger excited me. I wanted to explore the chemistry that had been building between us.

“I’d love to,” I replied, my voice laced with anticipation.

We settled the bill and stepped out into the crisp night air, our breath forming little clouds in the chilly atmosphere. Christopher suggested a nearby hotel, and I readily agreed, eager to see where the night would take us.

The hotel lobby was warm and inviting, with a cozy fireplace crackling in the corner. We checked in, and as we stepped into the elevator, the tension between us became palpable. We stood close, our bodies almost touching, and I could feel his warmth. The elevator ride seemed to take an eternity, and I was acutely aware of his every breath, every movement.

As the elevator doors opened, we stepped out, hand in hand, our fingers intertwined. The hallway was dimly lit, adding to the intimate atmosphere. We found our room, and Christopher unlocked the door, holding it open for me with a gentlemanly gesture.

The room was cozy and luxurious, with a king-sized bed that looked incredibly inviting. I felt a tingle of anticipation as I imagined what might unfold on those soft sheets.

“Can I get you a drink?” Christopher asked, moving towards the minibar.

“A glass of wine would be lovely,” I replied, my voice slightly hoarse with desire.

He poured two glasses of red wine and handed me one, his fingers brushing against mine, sending a jolt of electricity through my body. I took a sip, the rich flavor of the wine complementing the growing heat within me.

As we sipped our wine, we stood close, our eyes locked in an unspoken promise of what was to come. I could see the desire in his eyes, mirroring my own. Without a word, he set his glass down and pulled me into his arms, his lips finding mine in a gentle yet passionate kiss.

His lips were soft and warm, and I melted into his embrace, my hands roaming over his broad shoulders, relishing the feel of his strong body. His kiss was like a slow dance, each movement deliberate and sensual. I could taste the wine on his tongue, and the combination of flavors and sensations sent a wave of pleasure through me.

Breaking the kiss, he trailed soft kisses along my jawline, his breath hot against my skin. I arched my neck, inviting him to explore further, my body already responding to his touch. His hands moved to my waist, gently guiding me towards the bed, our kisses never ceasing.

As we reached the bed, I gently pushed him onto the mattress, wanting to take control for a moment. I straddled him, my knees on either side of his hips, and leaned in for another kiss, this time taking the lead. I explored his mouth with my tongue, tasting him, feeling his hands on my thighs, inching their way up under my dress.

I could feel his erection pressing against me through his pants, and I ground my hips down, enjoying the sensation of his hardness. His hands found their way to my breasts, cupping their fullness through my dress. I moaned into his mouth, my hands tangling in his hair, urging him on.

With nimble fingers, he unbuttoned my dress, revealing my lace bra and the swell of my ample cleavage. His eyes darkened with desire as he took in the sight of my voluptuous curves. I smiled, feeling a surge of power, knowing I had this handsome man at my mercy.

“You’re beautiful,” he whispered, his voice hoarse with need.

I leaned down, my breasts brushing against his chest, and kissed him again, my tongue teasing his lips. Then, with a gentle push, I urged him onto his back, wanting to tease and please him.

I began to unbutton his shirt, revealing his smooth, pale skin. I kissed my way down his neck, nipping gently at his collarbone, making him squirm beneath me. His hands roamed over my back, pulling me closer, his breath coming in short gasps.

I worked my way down, kissing and licking his chest, teasing his nipples with my tongue, making him arch off the bed with a soft groan. My hands moved to his belt, unbuckling it slowly, my eyes never leaving his. I wanted to savor every moment, to draw out the anticipation.

With a swift motion, I pulled his shirt open, baring his chest, and then unbuckled his belt, sliding it from the loops of his pants. His breathing was ragged now, his eyes hooded with desire. I slid my hands inside his pants, grasping his erection through his boxers, feeling it throb in response.

“Please…” he whispered, his voice thick with want.

I smiled, loving the power I held over him. “Patience, my dear,” I teased, giving his length a gentle squeeze before releasing it.

I stood up, slowly removing my dress, revealing my curvaceous body clad in nothing but lingerie. His eyes devoured me, his desire evident. I moved to the edge of the bed, slowly rolling down my stockings, revealing my smooth thighs and the lace of my garters.

Christopher’s breath caught as I stepped out of my lingerie, fully exposing my naked body. I was unapologetically voluptuous, my breasts full and heavy, my hips wide, and my skin glowing in the soft light. I moved sensually towards him, watching his eyes follow my every move.

I straddled him again, this time facing away, my back to his chest. I could feel his hardness against my buttocks as I leaned forward, reaching for the nightstand drawer. I pulled out a small bottle of lube and a condom, placing them on the bedside table.

“I want you,” I whispered, my voice husky with desire. “But I want to take care of you first.”

I reached back, taking his hard length in my hand, and guided it to my entrance, teasingly rubbing the tip against my wetness. I could feel his pulse quicken, his breath hot on my neck. With one smooth motion, I sank down, taking him inside me, filling myself with his throbbing cock.

I gasped at the sensation, my body stretching to accommodate his size. He felt incredible, every inch of him sending waves of pleasure through me. I began to move, slowly at first, then with increasing urgency, riding him, my breasts swaying with each thrust.

Christopher’s hands gripped my hips, guiding my movements, his body responding to my rhythm. I could feel his control slipping as he thrust up to meet my descent, his breath coming in short, sharp pants.

“Oh, Carol…” he groaned, his voice strained. “You feel incredible.”

His words spurred me on, and I rode him harder, my body demanding release. I reached between my legs, finding my clit, and began to rub in time with our movements, sending sparks of pleasure through my core.

“Touch me,” I begged, my voice breathless. “Please, Christopher…”

He complied, his fingers replacing mine, his touch sending me over the edge. I cried out as my orgasm ripped through me, my body trembling as wave after wave of pleasure washed over me.

Christopher’s release came soon after, his body tensing beneath me as he filled the condom with his hot seed. He called out my name, his hands gripping my hips tightly as he spilled himself inside me.

We lay there, entangled in each other’s arms, our hearts racing and our bodies glistening with sweat. I turned in his arms, my cheek resting on his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart as our breathing slowly returned to normal.

“That was…” He trailed off, searching for the right words.

“Incredible,” I finished for him, a satisfied smile on my face. “And this is just the beginning.”

He pulled me closer, his lips finding mine in a tender kiss. “I can’t wait to see what else this night has in store for us.”

As we lay there, satiated and content, I knew that this Thanksgiving would be one to remember. I had found more than just a delicious dinner at The Bistro; I had found a connection, a passion that would keep me warm through the cold winter nights ahead. And I couldn’t wait to explore every inch of this man who had captured my heart and body in equal measure.