Thos BIG Ole' Stripes (Second Commision)
This is my first story where plot wasn't a big deal. The person who asked for this commision said he didn't care about plot, but I do. Plot gives us an excuse to care about the people, and to some people, make them not care about the sex. I tried, good ir, to make your story how you liked it, I think I failed.
Sasha sat at her desk with a huff, the chair groaning under the large Zebras weight. Sasha was big, even for her species; a large waist line was the only thing stopping her from being drop dead gorgeous. Big tits, rocking hips, and an ass that men loved, she was smoking in her own way. She didn't care she was overweight, because Mathew loved her.
Mathew, or Matty as she liked to call him, was her fuck buddy. Yeah, they were dating, but if anything really connected them it was sex. The first time they met was at her job, and she could still remember it well.
Sasha was at her desk, playing spider solitaire when the door opened, a red bulb on her desk lighting up to let her know. "Welcome to Braughstins Law firm How may I..." She looked up and blushed. His body was fit, his skin soft and tanned, and dirty blond hair cut to his forehead, his whole frame was like something from a magazine. "Yes I was outside for a few minutes, you see, I was coming here to talk to someone about getting a divorce..." He grins and looks into her eyes. "Then I saw you, and I would rather talk to you than a lawyer..."
She was stunned. Him? Talking to her? The divorce part didn't even worry her, she couldn't think about that. "Well, I was heading for my lunch break but we can talk."
Mathew knew he had her, and as he reached over and rubbed her thighs he grinned. "Oh come-on, I know you want to do more than talk... When was the last time you had any?" To anyone else he would have been moving too fast, but he was confident, and he could tell even know she wanted him sexually.
The best part, they didn't exchange names, they didn't talk, a few minutes after meeting Sasha was in the supply closet, her panties down, he skirt lifted up, moaning hard as Matty licked at her clit, his hands on her large ass and squeezing.
"You're my fat bitch..." He said huffing, standing and slowly pushing her to sit atop the desk, unzipping his pants to let his erect, nine inch, uncut cock sway in the air, groaning as he laid hisself on her.
"A-aren't you goner wear a condom?" She asked timidly.
"Fuck? Are you serious?" He asked sighing. "You want me to fuck you or not?"
"Yes..."
"Then no condom." He was going to have his way with this desperate bitch, and to emphasize his words he slammed into her, half his cock buried deep into her in a instant, making her groan out in a pleasure she hadn't felt in a long time.
His body against her larger one, their tingling and emotions swirling together with each touch, each kiss. It wasn't love, maybe not even affection, but right now it all boiled down to a need, something they both wanted.
Sasha lay atop Mathew, his legs keeping her supported atop of him as she slowly slid herself up and down the thick shaft, huffing madly as her juices flowed, mixing with his pre. It wasn't long before he grasped her hips, ramming into her huffing. "Fuck, you're so damn tight!" He huffed out. "Get ready bitch..." He held her, moving her back to the desk, taking his cock in hand he started to stroke hisself, and she watched huffing. When he clenched his teeth, his member twitching, groaning as his seed spilt across her large round tummy, coating her fur.
They kissed as Mathew fell atop of the large Zebra, and they kissed passionately, they knew it was more than a onetime thing, and soon, she was leaving for her lunch breaks early, and coming back late. When he walked through the door, she smiled and got up. "So, the closet? My bosses office?"
The man blushed. "Actually I was thinking maybe we could go out, maybe to that restaurant down the street... You know... on a date."