No Pity, Just Pleasure, Fat guy fun

This afternoon I was driving my Uber in downtown Bellevue when I got a ping from the Hyatt Regency. I pulled up and saw him waiting, big guy, probably 300-plus, standing there like he was trying to make himself smaller. He climbed into the back of my van with a sigh, smelling like Old Spice and Wendy’s. "The Spoke Apartments in Redmond," he muttered, voice rough.

"Rough day?" I asked, glancing at him in the rearview.

He let out a dry laugh. "Got stood up. Met this girl online, talked for weeks, thought she was different. Showed up to Joey’s, waited an hour. Maybe she saw me and bailed." He rubbed his thighs hard, like he was trying to dig his fingers in. "Or maybe I’m just, you know, not worth it."

Something about the way he said it pissed me off.

I pulled over into a quiet spot near the park.

"Not because I feel bad for you," I said, turning around. "Because that’s bullshit. Women say they want a real guy, then they ghost the second he’s not some gym rat with a six-pack." I looked him over, big thighs, rough hands, the way he kept shifting like he was trying not to take up too much space. "You smell good. You look good. And I bet you’re way better in bed than those skinny fuckboys who can’t even last five minutes."

His eyes snapped up. "You, what?"

I unbuckled and crawled into the back with him. "When’s the last time someone sucked your dick?"

He swallowed hard. "Uh, maybe two years? She didn’t even finish. Just got bored."

"Fuck that," I said, popping the button on his jeans. His cock sprang out, thick, veiny, already leaking. Not the longest I’d seen, but wide. The kind that stretches a mouth just right.

"You don’t have to," he started, but then I licked the tip, and his words turned into a groan.

"I want to," I said, wrapping my hand around the base. "Bet this thing feels amazing when it’s all the way in, huh?"

His hands flew to my hair as I took him in my mouth, my lips stretching around his girth. "Oh, fuck." His hips twitched, pushing deeper, and I let him, hollowing my cheeks, swirling my tongue along the underside.

"You’re, fuck, you’re good at this," he panted. "No one’s ever..."

"That’s because most women don’t know what to do with a real cock," I murmured, pulling back just to lick his balls before taking him deep again.

"Jen, I’m gonna, fuck..."

I didn’t stop. I worked him faster, twisting my hand at the base, massaging his balls until his thighs trembled. Then he came with a choked groan, thick ropes of cum hitting the back of my throat. I swallowed as fast as I could, but some still dripped down my chin.

"Holy shit," he breathed, watching me wipe my mouth. "You’re insane."

I grinned, kissing his thigh. "Next time, I’ll let you fuck my face proper. Maybe even bend me over this seat while my kids are in school."

His eyes darkened. "You mean that?"

I bit my lip, glancing at his cock, already twitching back to life. "I walk my dogs at Marymoor all the time. Find me there, and I’ll drop to my knees in the dirt for you."

He exhaled shakily. "I will."

I crawled back to the front, adjusting my bra. As I pulled back onto the road, I caught him in the mirror, licking his fingers clean, eyes locked on me.

"Good boy," I smirked.

Because sometimes, a man just needs to be reminded he’s worth it