The Ara Ara Café buzzed quietly beneath the surface, its velvet-draped interior a far cry from any ordinary lounge. It was a slow evening, but something heavy lingered in the air—lust, temptation, and the slow simmer of curiosity.
When Delia Ketchum stepped in, heads turned.
She wore a soft pink blouse stretched lovingly across her full, motherly chest. The top buttons were left undone, and the generous curves of her cleavage swayed gently with every step. Her skirt hugged her wide hips, just tight enough to tease the bounce of her thick thighs and the sensual sway of her plush rear.
She wasn't dressed like someone looking for a quiet tea.She was a lonely wife—curvy, ripe, and just a little too aware of the heat pooling between her legs.
And tonight, she was horny.
Her heels clicked softly as she walked, but the real music was the shifting of her thighs beneath that skirt, each step a gentle rub that had her pulse rising. She took a booth near the back, close to the service curtain, where shadows flirted with lamplight.
Then, she saw him.
The bald, dark-skinned man standing just beyond the velvet—broad, muscular, and dangerous. He wasn't dressed in a café uniform, but that didn't stop her fantasy. In her mind, he was staff. And tonight, she wanted service.
She crooked a finger, curling it with practiced seduction. When he approached, her voice came out honeyed and low."Are you... working tonight?"
His brow lifted. "What kind of work are we talking?"
She smiled, heat flashing in her eyes. "The kind that earns a big tip."
She slid a few folded bills onto the table, her fingers grazing his—slow, deliberate, suggestive. He could feel it in her touch: she wasn't just playing. She needed this. Needed to be touched like a woman, not just a mother.
He leaned in. "Lead the way."
The lounge behind the curtain was dim, softly lit with golden glow. Plush seating and privacy.
Delia's breath caught as he motioned for her to sit. He loomed over her, slowly undoing the rest of her buttons. She made no move to stop him.
Her blouse opened like a gift—revealing the lacy edge of her pink bra, the cups straining against her swollen breasts.
He leaned closer, voice like silk. "Take this off for me."
Her breath hitched. She slid the blouse down her arms, tossing it aside. Then, she unhooked her bra—letting her massive breasts fall free, heavy and soft.
Her nipples were large and flushed, the pink of her areolas deepened by arousal—slightly darker than her creamy skin, edged with sensitivity. They looked tender, like they'd been aching for attention all day.
He exhaled slowly, drinking her in. "Damn... you're gorgeous."
She gave a nervous, needy smile. "They're... sensitive lately..."
He brushed his thumb gently over one areola. "Perfect."
Then he dipped down, mouth warm against her breast—tongue circling her aching nipple.
"Ahhh—mnnn!" she gasped, spine arching.
His lips sealed over it, suckling slowly. Her areola twitched under his tongue, tightening. Her nipple was swollen now, slick from his mouth.
"Oh my god... it's been so long…" she moaned, thighs shifting.
He slid one hand to cup the weight of her other breast, kneading it gently while his mouth worked the first. Her chest rose and fell in trembling waves, the sensation overwhelming.
Her nipples were soaked in his attention—large, glossy, and darkened with arousal, every flick of his tongue sending sparks to her core.
"Your nipples... they're so puffy now," he whispered against her skin.
"Y-yes... I'm—hnngh—sensitive there... keep going..."
His teeth grazed just enough to make her gasp—"Oh! F-f*ck!"—and then he switched sides, lavishing her other nipple, suckling harder.
Her fingers gripped his shoulders, legs rubbing together. The wet heat between her thighs throbbed with need.
"You're dripping already, aren't you?" he murmured into her skin.
Delia whimpered. "Mmh—yes… please… I need more..."
He dropped to his knees. Slowly. Deliberately.
She gasped as he spread her thighs apart, dragging her skirt up and slipping her soaked panties to the side.
Then—his breath warm on her mound—he looked up. "I'm going to taste every bit of you."
She nodded weakly, flushed and panting. "D-do it…"
He leaned in. His tongue parted her folds, dragging a slow, flat lick from her opening to her clit.
Delia screamed, her head tilting back, fingers clutching the cushion."Aaahh—nngh! Oh god yes!"
He lapped at her again, then sucked her clit softly—slow pulses of suction that made her hips jerk.
Her scent was sweet, intoxicating. Arousal, desire, and the faintest edge of her natural warmth—the smell of a real woman, fertile and full.
He moaned into her. The vibration made her thighs quiver.
"Mmmph! Right there—right there!"
His tongue explored her slick folds, tracing her inner lips, gathering her nectar. His mouth was everywhere, tongue pushing into her slit, curling up, then flicking her clit again.
Her moans were desperate now—loud, raw.
"Fuuuck! I'm—I'm gonna—aaAAAHH!!"
Her thighs clamped around his head as her climax ripped through her. Her back arched, her breasts bouncing from the force of it, nipples swollen and glistening.
He kept licking through it. Kept teasing. Her second orgasm chased the first—
"Ahnn—AHHH—f*ck!"
She bucked against his mouth, dripping down his chin. Her scent filled the room. Her voice filled the air.
And he didn't stop. Not until her body collapsed back onto the cushions, trembling, nipples still erect and begging for more.
Delia lay sprawled over the velvet lounge, her curvy body glowing under the dim lights. Her thick thighs trembled. Her breath came in short, broken gasps. And between her legs, she was soaked.
The air was heavy with her scent—sweet, womanly, and unmistakably aroused.
She blinked up as the tall, dark-skinned man loomed above her. His shirt now discarded, muscles rippling across his chest, and his pants hung dangerously low. The outline of his c*ck was massive—heavy, thick, and stretching against the fabric like it was too big to be contained.
Delia's eyes widened, her voice soft and shaky."I-I didn't know they made them this… b-big…"
He chuckled low. "You still want service, right?"
She nodded, biting her lip. "Mmh… please."
With a tug, he freed it—a thick, veiny shaft, long and intimidating, bobbing in the air with pulsing heat. Her breath caught. It was darker than the rest of his body, smooth, heavy with weight and desire. The head already gleamed with precum.
He climbed up, hands gripping her wide hips. "Let's see how much this tight little momma can take."
She gasped as he pressed the tip against her dripping entrance—teasing, nudging, sliding up and down to gather her slick. Her entire body tensed.
"W-wait—go slow," she panted, face flushed. "I haven't… had anything this size before…"
"I'll be gentle," he growled—though the grin on his face was anything but.
He began to press in—inch by thick inch—and Delia moaned hard.
"AAAH—mmnhh!! Oh g-god, it's stretching me... s-so deep already...!"
Her inner walls clung to him, warm and incredibly tight. He grunted, sinking deeper, until her plush hips pressed flush against his. She whimpered, shivering from the fullness.
He held her there for a moment, then pulled back slowly—before slamming in again.
SLAP.
Her whole body jolted.
Her huge, soft b*easts bounced from the impact, nipples flushed a darker pink now—thick and puffy, glistening with earlier suckling. His eyes locked on them as they jiggled with every thrust.
He reached forward, palming one and pinching her sensitive erect nipples almost leaking milk.
"Aaah—hnngh!! Yes, yes, my t-ts—ngh!—they're s-so sensitive!!"
He licked a bead of sweat off her chest, then latched onto her other np, sucking deep, letting his tongue swirl over the arela as he pumped into her.
Her thighs shook.
Her voice broke into raw, gasping moans—"F-f*ck—so thick—so deep—I c-can't...!"
She came hard—a third orgasm crashing over her. Her thighs spasmed. Her p*ssy clenched tight around him, sucking him in like a vice.
And he didn't slow down.
He flipped her over and entered again from behind—Delia now on all fours, her round, juicy rear raised high, hips bouncing off his abs.
"Ahh—A-AHHH!! Right there—right there!!" she wailed.
He grabbed her heavy beasts from behind, using them as handles as he pounded her deep, her soaked pssy squelching with every thrust.
"Nnnghh—mnnfff—F-FU*CK!!"
Her voice rang out through the lounge, completely shameless now. Moans, breathy cries, wet smacks of skin. Her fourth climax hit like thunder—
"OH—OHGODYES—I'M C*MMING AGAIN!!"
Juices sprayed down her thighs, her body twitching uncontrollably.
He leaned forward, whispering hot into her ear."You want it inside, don't you, mommy?"
"Y-yes," she moaned, cheeks flushed. "Fill me—stuff me full—please, give it to me!"
Delia lay limp for a moment, twitching with aftershocks. Her body glistened, her breath short, her thick thighs trembling from the last release. Her plush lips were parted, tongue slightly out, moaning softly.
But then—Two large hands slid up her waist.
"You're not done, are you, mmm?" the man growled into her ear, voice gravelly.
Delia swallowed, still flushed. Her voice was a breathy gasp."Mmm… I-I think I can take one more…"
He grinned.
"Face away from me. I wanna see that fatass bounce."
Her cheeks burned. Still shaking, she slowly turned and mounted him in reverse cowgirl—knees wide apart, that plump rear high, her tight pussy already dripping again just from his voice.
He was already hard—cock heavy and shining with her wetness. She lined it up, shivering at the heat.
Then, with a slow exhale, she sank.
"Nnnghhh… f-fu*ck… it's s-stretching me again…"
The fullness was overwhelming. Inch by throbbing inch, she impaled herself—until her wide hips met his pelvis and he was buried balls-deep inside.
Delia's belly tightened from the pressure—her hand brushing across the light bulge that formed when he bottomed out.
"I-I feel you… in my b-belly…" she gasped, eyes fluttering.
He groaned behind her.
His large hands reached forward, palming her swaying breasts, then gripping her sensitive nipples, giving her a squeeze that made her jolt. Her pink, darkened areolas were slick and puffed from earlier teasing—her entire chest trembling with every bounce.
"Ahh—m-more! Squeeze them—touch my t-ts—mmnnnnh!!"
He did. Pinched, tugged, rubbed both peaks while thrusting up into her with rising urgency. Her ass bounced wildly—every motion sending a wet slap through the room.
SLAP. SLAP. SLAP.
"F-fuuuuuckk!! I-I can't hold it—I'm g-gonna cm!!"
Her voice turned into a scream. She shook violently, her thighs seizing, her p*ssy milking him for all he was worth.
"YESSSS—AAAHH—I'M CUMMING AGAIN!!"
He couldn't hold back anymore.
He grabbed her hips, slammed up once more, and unleashed a brutal, thick stream of hot c*m deep inside her trembling core.
"Take it all," he growled. "L-let me stuff this milf full…"
Delia choked out a final moan—"S-so hot… t-there's s-so much… I feel so full…"
Her belly visibly pushed out, as her insides were flooded, overflowing.
She collapsed back onto his chest, hair matted, beasts heaving, his cock still twitching inside her messy, soaked pussy.
Delia lay slumped against him, breath ragged, skin slick and glowing. Her wide hips trembled, still parted, her pussy oozing the thick remains of his release. Her inner walls twitched occasionally, like they were still processing what had just happened.
She was soaked. Exhausted. And yet… she smiled.
"Mnnn… y-you're not a really staff… are you…?" she mumbled, voice airy, barely coherent.
He chuckled low behind her, still cradling her on his lap. One hand slid gently from her thigh to her belly—that soft, warm milf belly, a little plush, still twitching from all the pressure inside.
"Nah," he replied, voice rough with satisfaction. "But I figured… someone like you deserves a real five-star experience."
Delia let out a weak, post-orgasmic laugh. "Ohhh… y-you're terrible…"
But her hips shifted slightly—her body still responding, even in the haze of her latest climax.
He placed both hands on her stomach now, fingers spreading over her slightly rounded middle. It was warm. Soft. Her slight mommy pudge moved under his palms, and he gave it a slow squeeze, almost reverently.
"Damn," he muttered. "Even your belly's sexy… soft, warm… full of me."
Delia gasped—his words making her legs twitch again.
His thumbs circled her n*vel, drawing little teasing spirals while the rest of his hands roamed gently over her midsection.
"Mmmn… y-you're making me feel like I'm melting…"
"You're still dripping, mmm," he whispered. "Maybe we should keep it in… let it soak."
Her thighs pressed together instinctively. Her face flushed darker.
Then she felt his tongue—slow and lazy, licking the back of her neck. One hand cupped a boob from behind, thumb flicking her oversensitive nipple again. The other hand stayed on her belly, groping it slowly as if it were just as erotic as her chest.
Delia whimpered.
"O-oh… gods… don't tease me again or I'll—hnnnh—I'll start begging…"
"I like when you beg," he smirked. "And I haven't even used the couch yet…"
Her whole body shivered.
Delia lay against his chest, legs limp and slightly spread, her entire body still buzzing from everything he gave her. The warm weight of his arms wrapped around her, holding her like a prize—like she was something precious, not just fucked.
A low, lazy moan slipped from her lips as his fingers continued their gentle play over her soft belly—palming it, rubbing it, teasing the underside with a kind of reverence that made her blush more than any rough thrust ever had.
"You like touching my tummy so much," she whispered shyly, voice a bit hoarse from all her moaning.
He leaned in, breathing hot against her ear."Feels like it's still holding me inside… it's fucking perfect."
Delia bit her lip. Her hands, weak and trembling, cupped her own middle too. It did feel different—a little firmer, a subtle swell that wasn't quite bloat, but not quite empty either.
And deep inside… she felt a warmth still pulsing. Still thick. Still alive.
Her eyes fluttered closed as her body gave a tiny involuntary twitch.
"Y-you really… poured everything into me," she whispered.
His hand slid slowly across her belly and down between her legs, stopping just before her sore, creamy folds.
"Might've given you more than you expected," he said. "That load was… dangerous."
Delia shivered, her thighs squeezing reflexively.
A beat of silence passed.
"…You think it'll take?" she asked quietly, barely able to say the words. "I-I mean… I haven't had anyone fill me like that in… years."
He didn't answer at first. He just held her tighter.
Then he chuckled softly. "With how deep I was? How many times you clenched around me?"
His lips brushed the side of her flushed cheek.
"I'd say… odds are good, mmm."
Her breath caught in her throat. Her belly fluttered again.
She smiled, dazed. Nervous. Maybe a little excited."Mnnnh… what a way to earn a tip…"