A big, beautiful woman braces herself for judgement at a seaside spa, only for her wiry little masseuse to worship every soft curve she owns before fucking her senseless with a strap-on.
$name1 almost cancelled three times.
The spa was above a surf shop on the seafront, all whitewashed boards and driftwood signs. The photos on its website were full of tanned, toned girls lying face down with stones on their backs. $name1 was a size twenty-four with thighs that touched all the way to her knees and a belly that rolled when she sat. She had never once in her life let a stranger rub oil on her naked body.
But it was August, the town was baking, her back was killing her from twelve-hour shifts at the hospital, and her best friend had dared her.
“Just go,” Gemma had said. “Worst case, you get a massage.”
So she went.
The masseuse was called Kit. She was tiny. Maybe five foot two, wiry and flat-chested, all collarbones and lean arms with a sleeve of faded wave tattoos. Bleached hair tied up in a scruffy knot. She wore cut-off shorts and a loose vest with no bra, and she grinned when she saw $name1 like they were old mates.
“Hey, you made it. Come on through, it’s the one at the end. It’s a bit warm, sorry, the fan’s knackered.”
The room overlooked the beach. The window was open and you could hear gulls and the slap of the waves. A big wide table stood in the middle, covered in a thick white towel.
“I got the wide table out,” Kit said, without a trace of awkwardness. “More room to work. Strip down, hop on, face down. Towel over your bum if you want.”
$name1 undressed with her back to the door, heart thudding. She unhooked her bra and her huge breasts swung free, heavy and pale, nipples tightening in the sea air. She pushed her knickers down over her wide hips. She climbed onto the table, pulled the little towel over her arse, and lay there feeling every inch of herself spreading across the padding.
Kit came back in. She didn’t say anything for a second.
$name1 braced for it. The polite pause. The careful voice.
“God, your skin,” Kit said instead. “You’ve got gorgeous skin. Like cream. Right, let’s sort that back out.”
The oil was coconut, warm from a jug of hot water. Kit poured it straight down $name1’s spine in a long thin stream, and then her hands were on her.
They were small hands but they were strong. Ridiculously strong. Kit climbed half onto the table and leaned her whole weight into $name1’s shoulder blades, digging her thumbs into knots that had been there for months.
“Oh my god,” $name1 groaned into the face cradle.
“Yeah? That good?”
“That’s unreal.”
Kit laughed. “Just wait.”
She worked down $name1’s back, kneading the soft rolls at her sides with both hands, not skipping them, not skating over them politely. She squeezed them. She rubbed them. She treated them like they were just more of $name1 to enjoy.
When she got to the towel, she peeled it off and dropped it on the floor.
“It’s in the way,” she said simply.
Then both her hands sank into $name1’s arse.
$name1 had a big arse. A huge, round, wobbling arse, and Kit grabbed two great handfuls of it and kneaded it like dough. She spread it, pushed it together, made it jiggle under her palms, and $name1 heard her let out a long, shaky breath.
“Fuck me,” Kit muttered. “Sorry. Unprofessional. But fuck me.”
$name1 lifted her head. “What?”
Kit’s face was pink. Her pupils were huge. Under the thin vest her little nipples were poking out like pencil erasers.
“I’m going to be honest with you,” Kit said, “because I’m rubbish at hiding it. I think you’re the sexiest thing that’s walked in here all summer. And I’ve been trying very hard not to touch you anywhere I shouldn’t.”
$name1 stared at her. Nobody had ever called her the sexiest anything.
Something hot and brave rose up in her chest.
“Where shouldn’t you touch me?” she asked.
Kit’s grin came back, slow and filthy. “Turn over and I’ll show you.”
$name1 rolled onto her back. It took effort and the table creaked and her body moved everywhere, tits sliding to either side, belly settling, thighs parting. She lay there completely exposed to this skinny little surfer girl in the August sunlight, and she watched Kit’s mouth fall open.
“Oh, you’re perfect,” Kit breathed.
She poured oil over $name1’s tits. A lot of oil. It pooled in her cleavage and ran down the sides. Then Kit climbed right up on the table and straddled her belly, her small bony thighs barely reaching around $name1’s waist, and she grabbed both of those huge tits in her hands.
They overflowed her fingers. Kit squeezed them together, pushed them up, let them drop with a heavy slap. She rubbed the oil into them in big slippery circles, thumbing the wide pink nipples until they stood up stiff and swollen.
“I could do this all day,” Kit said. “I could literally do this all day.”
She leaned down and buried her face between them.
$name1 laughed, surprised, and then stopped laughing as Kit turned her head and sucked a nipple deep into her mouth. She sucked it hard, tugging, her other hand mauling the other breast, and $name1 felt it shoot straight down between her legs.
“Kit — oh, fuck –”
“Mm-hm.” Kit didn’t let go. She moved from nipple to nipple, sucking, licking, biting the soft undersides, leaving little red marks on the white skin. Then she started kissing her way down.
She kissed $name1’s belly. Every roll of it, every soft fold, her tongue tracing the stretch marks, her hands squeezing the flesh as she went. $name1 had spent her whole life sucking that belly in, hiding it under long tops, and here was this girl licking it like it was dessert.
She felt tears prick her eyes and she didn’t care.
Kit slid off the end of the table and grabbed $name1’s thick thighs, one in each arm, and hauled them apart.
$name1’s pussy was fat and plump and completely soaked. Her lips were swollen and slick, glistening with more than oil.
“Look how wet you are,” Kit whispered. “Was that from me?”
“All from you.”
Kit pressed her face into it.
She didn’t tease. She went straight in, tongue lapping up through her folds, nose buried, mouth sucking at her clit. She hooked her skinny arms under $name1’s thighs and pulled her closer, and $name1’s thighs closed around her head until she was practically drowning in soft flesh.
Kit moaned into her pussy like she’d never been happier.
She ate her messily, greedily, licking and slurping, wet sounds filling the room over the noise of the gulls outside. She pushed two fingers into her, then three, and $name1 took them easily, grinding down onto Kit’s hand.
“More,” $name1 gasped. “Give me more.”
Kit pulled her mouth away, chin dripping. “How much more?”
“All of it.”
Kit’s eyes lit up. She disappeared under the table and came back up holding a black harness with a thick, curved purple cock already buckled into it.
“I keep it for emergencies,” she said, completely deadpan.
$name1 burst out laughing. Then Kit stepped out of her shorts, bare underneath, her little pussy shaved smooth and shining, and buckled the harness on around her narrow hips. The dildo stuck out from her tiny body, absurd and obscene and gorgeous.
“On your hands and knees,” Kit said. “I want that arse.”
$name1 turned over and got up on all fours on the wide table. Her tits hung down heavy, swinging. Her belly hung. Her massive arse was up in the air, oiled and shining in the sun.
Kit climbed up behind her and smacked it. Hard.
The whole thing rippled. $name1 yelped.
“Sorry,” Kit said, not sorry at all, and did it again on the other cheek.
Then she spread her open with both hands and pushed the head of the strap-on against her dripping hole.
It slid in slowly. Inch by inch, stretching her, filling her, until Kit’s skinny hips were pressed flush against the soft cushion of her arse.
“Oh, fuck,” $name1 moaned. “Oh my god, that’s big.”
“You can take it.” Kit gripped her wide hips, fingers sinking into the flesh. “Hold on.”
She started fucking her.
Slow at first, long deep strokes, and then faster, harder, slamming into her until every thrust sent a wave rolling through $name1’s whole body. Her arse bounced off Kit’s hips with loud wet slaps. Her tits swung wildly beneath her. The table creaked and rocked.
Kit reached around and found her clit with her fingers and rubbed it fast while she pounded her.
“That’s it,” Kit panted. “Come on my cock. I want to watch this arse shake when you come.”
$name1 came like a wave hitting the beach. Her whole body convulsed, her pussy clenching on the purple cock, a long howl tearing out of her that must have carried right down onto the sand. Kit kept fucking her through it, slower, slower, until $name1 collapsed onto her front, panting, shaking all over.
Kit pulled out and lay down on top of her, a little featherweight on her big soft back.
“My turn,” Kit whispered in her ear.
“Anything.”
“I want you to sit on my face.”
$name1 rolled over and looked at her. “I’ll crush you.”
“God, I hope so.”
Kit unbuckled the harness and lay down flat on the table, her small body almost lost on the wide towel. $name1 climbed over her, slow and careful, until she was kneeling above that grinning face, her heavy thighs on either side of Kit’s head.
“All the way down,” Kit said. “Don’t you dare hold back.”
$name1 sat.
Her whole weight settled onto Kit’s face. Her soft thighs swallowed Kit’s ears. Kit’s hands grabbed her arse and pulled her down even harder, and her tongue went to work, lapping at her pussy, her clit, sliding back to tease her arsehole, while $name1 ground down on her and rode her mouth.
$name1 reached back and found Kit’s little pussy and fingered it, two fingers sliding into her slick tight hole, thumb on her clit. Kit bucked and moaned into her, muffled and desperate.
They came almost together. Kit first, her small body arching and jerking under $name1’s weight, and then $name1, grinding her pussy all over Kit’s face, soaking her.
Afterwards they lay side by side on the sticky towel with the warm sea breeze coming through the window.
Kit had coconut oil in her hair and $name1’s juices all over her face. She looked delighted.
“Same time next week?” she asked.
$name1 looked down at her own big, glistening, thoroughly fucked body, every soft curve of it, and smiled.
“Book me in for the whole summer,” she said.
