Perils of Patsy

The same guy who got us into the posh party (more about that later) made a connection to a big house in the very best part of town. The house was owned by some huge company who used it for visiting VIPs and they wanted a girl to “entertain” some big Japanese or Chinese guy. I really wasn’t happy about being in the house alone with him but my guy said it was big money and he said that him and his contact knew the address and knew I was there so what could he do? He drove me to the place and it had a high brick wall and a solid gate with a little intercom on the gatepost. I was getting more scared by the minute but I pressed the button and said the line I had been given.

“I am Amy from Catering Support.”

Picture me as I walked up the gravel drive to the front door. I am five feet nothing with straight brown hair landing on my shoulders. No makeup or earrings or anything. Wearing a grey hoodie with the hood down, maroon T shirt and black leggings. Trainers on my feet with white ankle socks. Badness knows what the guy thought he was getting.

He opened the door before I reached it and he was a bit of a shock. Dark trousers with a crease that could cut butter, shiny shoes, white shirt and he was fat! I mean this guy hadn’t seen his feet for decades.

He stood aside for me to enter.

“Welcome Amy.”

The house was modern, light and airy with light colored wood flooring and he escorted me to the lounge which had three huge leather sofas and an open spiral staircase leading upwards – no dungeon so far.

I was getting uncomfortably hot so I undid the front of my hoodie as the guy sat on one of the sofas and directed me to sit on his lap. We both knew what I was there for so I put my arms around his fat, short neck and his hands began to roam across my body, boobs, back and belly and then down between my legs which I obligingly parted. He dragged off my hoodie and threw it on the carpet then he gripped the hem of my T shirt and pulled it off which mussed my hair in a way which I know guys like. My bra was the bare minimum but he left it in place for now and told me to stand up which I did, looking down at his still seated bulk.

“The trousers and shoes please.”

I kicked off my trainers and shimmied out of my leggings which were pretty much tights. I was left in stringy bra and my pale pink cotton briefs with camel toe very much in evidence. He put one hand to his groin for a quick squeeze or rearrangement of the equipment then he stood up and waved his hand towards the stairs. I went up ahead of him, feeling his eyes on my bum as he followed close behind. He steered me to a bedroom which was bigger than our bedsit. He sank back on the bed, removed his shoes and pulled me down with him so that he could lick my face as if he were a huge Labrador. His hands were at my bra which got thrown into the wings then he rolled onto his back with me on top of him and told me to get rid of my briefs.

His hands were between our two bodies as he unbuttoned his shirt and shed it onto the floor – for some reason I had a flashback to my mum, “Your bedroom floor is not a laundry bin.”

His trousers and pants were shed and we were skin to skin. His mouth moved to my tits and nipples and his hands were groping me down there as he wriggled his fat body into place to do what he wanted to do. I could feel that he was hard but it was quite an effort for him to get into place with that huge gut between us. Fortunately the groping had the desired effect so when I felt him start to move past first base, I raised my body up to meet him and he slid in quite smoothly then he started humping me with a noise like a steam engine. His cock was not particularly long or thick so that was not a problem but I had real problems in breathing with all that weight on top of me. His face was scarlet when it bobbed into place above my eyes in between going back and forth then, with no warning, he let out a roar at full volume.