Chapter 1

He stood in front of me at the foot of the hotel bed. Our eyes met, and I looked away, far too shy to ever look him straight on. It wasn’t that he was intimidating, no. He was smaller than men I’d dated before, a bit shorter and far thinner. His physical presence echoed gently into the room. I was at the head of the bed, sitting naked, waiting, still within range to smell the innocence dripping off him.

“He’s too pure,” I thought, worrying slightly about the things he was about to do to me. I felt as though I’d ruin him somehow, make him too filthy to go home. I gathered the courage to meet his gaze. He slicked his short, shaggy hair back, his soft pink lips parted in a kind smile. My heart began to melt. He climbed up on the bed and crawled towards me, sitting in front of me. His eyes wandered over my abundant flesh with desire. He reached out, his fingertips grazing my belly so gingerly. He looked into my eyes as if to ask permission. I took his hand and pressed it against one of my rolls. He relaxed instantly, reaching for me with his other hand and began exploring my body. His hands felt so tender against my softness.

As his hands wandered, I realized I was wrong about him; He only seemed innocent. He came closer, his hands cupping my full, pendulous breasts, and began to suck on my nipple. My mind went fuzzy; This boy knew exactly what he was doing.
His right hand overflowed with my chest while his left hand wandered across my thick body and reached around. He held on to one of my back rolls and squeezed, kneading my fat between his fingers. Slowly, his hand traveled down to my inner thigh, surprising me. I flinched slightly, beginning to feel a tingle between my chubby thighs. His fingers danced around my pussy, teasing me gently. Everything about him was soft and careful; He gazed at me with doe-like eyes, begging to proceed.

“Let me please you,” he asked in a low voice. His cock throbbed in his briefs, standing at attention.

I pulled him closer, pressing his skinny body against me, and whispered in his ear.
“Are you a good boy?”

He trembled at the sound of my voice.
“Please,” he whimpered. “I’ll be good, I promise.”

I brought my hand to his face and stroked his cheek. I felt him lean into my hand, and his breath deepen.

“I’ll do anything for you,” he murmured.

“Anything?” I asked, the corner of my lips turning upwards as I tried to hide a mischievous smile.