chapter 2

You are virtually suspended by your cleft as I continue to massage the inside and outside of your womanhood with my right hand. As your knees begin buckle from the sensations, I lift you, my fingers still inside you, like some perverted gymnastic maneuver. You feel yourself hovering in space nestled against my belly fat, your legs twitching slightly. I am ravishly hungry, but I hunger for you even more so I carry you into my huge steaming tub.

"Oh god, lover, i can barely take one finger, two are opening me so far". Your head is spinning, the feel of my belly fat against you, holding you up, is driving you wild. My thick fingers pressing in and out of your tightness is making your center throb with wetness, spilling generously into my calloused palm.

You want to consume me with your entire body, absorb me. Your hands and feet, thighs and arms wrap all around me as the hot water surrounds us. The heat and steam make it feel like we're breathing water into our lungs, deep heavy breaths from our lungs add to the tropical fog in this cool evening air.

You climb my body like a strong vine and your lips meet mine, teasing your tongue into my mouth and swirling around it with mine. I love your small tongue. I love how it explores my mouth and my tongue as if experiencing all the food that has passed over it which has made me bigger for you. You suck it between your lips and make love to it with your own tongue and mouth, rewarding it for it's work, massaging it to do it's future work with health and vigor.

You slide down my body, your thighs gripping me and pulling my belly into your most intimate places, my soft fat stroking your center as you rub yourself up against me until you are shivering with desire.

I feel your fingers searching for the feel of my cock in the softness of my inner thighs and pubic fat as you lean forward, opening your lips to french kiss my chest, soon covering my body with nibble and bite and suckling marks, your hands feeling up under the soft draping hang of my flesh as it covers my thighs. You stroke my belly, lifting and rubbing it around on your breasts, slipping folds of it between them.

"Relax baby," you whisper and I obey and in the bubbling hot water it feels like my insides loosen and open up, the hot frothing water swelling me like a fat balloon. You watch my flesh sway and jiggle and I can feel my erection throbbing against the underside of my belly. I kiss you back deeply, my tongue searching the inside of your small mouth, snicking over your tongue and teeth. I can feel the slickness of them as they teasingly bite my questing and thrusting tongue. As my hands run over your shoulders and down your back, to your sides I realize I can encircle your waist with my hands, you are so small. Lifting you I turn and sit you next to me on the submerged bench. You are like a small doll, yet your breasts are full and womanly, aching to be suckled.

I slide off and move to my knees. I ignore the folding and sliding sensations I feel as my fat rolls move against each other and kneel in front of you. The hot water is covering the both of us, smoothing your hair against your finely shaped skull. You begin moaning as I stroke you starting from your neck, working down your front. I love the way the fat of your breasts squeezes through my fingers as I massage them, my fingers slowly spiraling in to your erect nipples. I flick them with my tongue and continue massaging you, steadily working my fingers into your muscles, loosening them, relaxing you. I move in closer to you, my belly forcing your thighs apart as reach down between us and begin to massage your swollen pink cleft, my slick fingers exporing its lips, slipping slightly in and out. I can feel your abdominal muscles starting to clench and spasm so I slow. I want to bring you to a climax slowly, I want to bring you to your first of many peaks slowly and hold you there...always on the brink, begging wantonly, crying for release...until I am ready.

Suddenly you grab either side of my fat neck with your hands and pull me close, your knees squeezing the sides of my empty belly between them, your soft lips brushing mine, your eyes mere inches away as you peer deep into my soul.

"You're empty" you say.

And then as suddenly my power ebbs, my mastery over you has ended, melting away in the hot water as I swim helpless in your eyes, held between your hands and strong thighs. All I can see are those eyes, deep and thoughtful. Rich and full of intent and purpose. Willful, desiring, planning.

I see you smile feeling me shudder again under your spell, knowing I have lost what little control I had over you and realizing who is the really master here.

You squeeze again and as I hear that familiar small tsk of displeasure over the tub's bubbling humm I know you'll never be satisfied, ever. I see in your eyes that you want more of me.

Much more.