Just once more

Chapter 2 - after a days work

Sara burst into Lester's apartment nearly in tears. That bitch, Vanessa had chosen her as the target for today's thrashing. Somehow that bitch had noticed that Sara had put on a few pounds. God how could she have? While Sara was wearing clothes, no one would have known. Hell, even naked, Sara thought no one would have noticed. Lester came out of his room to greet her. He was hanging up his cell phone as he walked out. "What's the matter?"
"That bitch."
"Vanessa?"
"Who else? She actually had the balls to call me fat today."
Lester looked perplexed. "You? You've gotta be 100 pounds soaking wet. Why would she call you fat?"
"She didn't actually say fat. She said my clothes looked too tight on me. She said no one would want to buy sexy underwear from some tramp who dresses like a slob."
"How is this bitch not fired?"
"I talked to upper management about it. That *** Bob wouldn't even listen to me. I think she's ***ing him."
"Wow you're really upset, aren't you. I think that's the first time I've heard you use that word."
Sara put a shy, coy smile on. "You've heard me say it before."
"That's a little different. That's dirty talk. Speaking of which..." Lester stepped toward her and wrapped his arms around her seductively. Sara melted into his embrace and offered no resistance as he gave her one of the best kisses she had ever experienced. It felt like it lasted an hour, but could only have been a moment. When they pulled away, Sara felt a little light-headed and more than a little moist downstairs.
"How do you do that?"
Lester smiled his most charming smile and winked. "Trade secret." Lester moved his hand down to cup one of Sara's cute little butt cheeks and whispered in her ear. "You know, I think I have just the thing to take your mind off of big bad Vanessa." He gave her butt a playful squeeze and started to plant sensual kisses down her long, slender neck.
Sara didn't speak, she only moaned her approval. She was becoming putty in Lester's hands. He must have felt she was ready to drop; Lester scooped Sara up in his arms and carried her to the bedroom. The two lie in the bed, making out and slowly removing each other's clothes while doing so. When they were naked, Lester got down to business. This time he decided to start by going down on her. Sara might have wondered why he never asked her for a blow job if she had had enough presence of mind to think about it. But there was no thinking when Lester went to work. There was only pleasure. Sara gasped as his tongue darted in and out of her, occasionally brushing ever so lightly against her clit. Sara grabbed Lester's hair and squeezed the closer to home he got. Five minutes of this was all Sara needed to have her first orgasm of the evening; she knew there were plenty more on the way. The night continued in a torrent of passionate lovemaking. Sara could have sworn that by the end of the night, she was having as many orgasms as there were thrusts of Lester's cock inside of her. She screamed and moaned and might have alerted the whole apartment complex to what she was doing, but she didn't care. All that mattered now was the feeling.
Finally, Sara came to her most crashing orgasm yet. She wanted to keep going, but could physically do no more. She made a few weak attempts to keep thrusting on top of Lester, but the force of that last orgasm was just too much for her. Her legs quivered and gave out. She collapsed in a panting heap on top of Lester, who - god knows how - didn't seem the least bit tired or even winded for that matter.
Sara could feel sleep moving in on her like a dark fog threatening to black everything else out. "How do you do that?" she whispered.
Lester pulled her closer and whispered back. "Trade secret."








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Not a lot of weight gain in this one yet, but there's more coming and it's gonna get good.