Restaurant Futa Fuck (Part 2)

Restaurant Futa Fuck (Part 2)
Sara sat back on the toilet seat, legs spread, with her girly cock flopped against her stomach. The girthy member still twitched and leaked small globs of cum, and I wanted to put it back into my mouth so badly. But I had a more pressing issue; her dripping wet pussy was begging to be fucked.

“What are you waiting for, Bianca? Fuck me!” Sara looked into my eyes with a pleading look on her face. She had her legs spread as wide as they could, and her pussy looked gorgeous sitting beneath her futa cock and balls. She grabbed my hips and tried to pull me into her.

“Be patient, babe! You’ll get my cock in due time!” The reality was that I was dying to slide myself into her delectable pussy, but I didn’t want this to be over. I wanted to savor the moment as long as I could. I squatted down in front of her, taking in the scent of her womanhood, and brought my mouth close to her pussy, breathing heavily onto her wetness. I heard her sigh lightly as she put her hands on the back of my head, more gently than she had when she was skull fucking me.

I kissed her clit lightly, then again a bit more deeply. I began to kiss it the same way I kissed her mouth, swirling my tongue around it and sucking it gently. She moaned louder, and began to push my head into her snatch. I looked up at her, and her eyes were closed, her head leaned back. I could see how much pleasure she felt, and I noticed a throbbing in her cock. Slightly limp when I began, now it started to become erect and swollen again, brushing against my forehead as it began to grow. I worked my mouth down over her labia, sucking them into my mouth and tasting her sweet wetness as it dripped from her hungry pussy. I couldn’t take it any more; I needed to fuck her.

I stood and wiped my mouth. “Get ready, baby.” I grabbed my cock, swollen and bulging, bigger than I had ever seen it before, and I rubbed the tip against her pussy, covering it in her wetness and mixing her juices with my precum.

“Oh god…” She moaned as I slid the head of my cock inside of her, barely able to fit the swollen mushroom tip past her tight lips. I let out a deep moan as I felt her wetness and her tightness around the head of my futa dick. I pulled back and slid inside again, this time going deeper and getting some of my shaft into her. I watched as her cock became rock hard again, still glistening with my spit and her cum.

I kept thrusting, each time going deeper and deeper, each thrust making us both moan louder and louder, until finally I hit the back of her pussy. The head of my cock pressed against her cervix, but I still wanted to be deeper. I had more of my length left that wouldn’t fit, and I began thrusting against her, trying desperately to fit myself into her uterus.

“Deeper, Bianca, deeper!” Sara moaned, grabbing my hips and trying to pull me in more.

“I can’t, babe! There’s no more room!”

“We’ll make room!” She pulled me into her as hard as she could, and I felt the head of my cock sliding past another tight opening. I began to feel her deep pussy muscles envelop my cock, and more of my length slid inside her until I was literally balls deep.

“Am…am I fucking your womb?” I stammered, hardly believing I could be so deep. “Am I past your cervix?!”

“I think so…yeah…it feels so good though!” It really did. It felt like I was fucking a second pussy deep inside of her, the tightness of her cervix squeezing the head of my cock relentlessly. My balls slapped against her asshole, and her balls and cock thudded against my pelvis every time I thrusted. I watched her stomach as a bulge appeared each time my rod was fully inside of her wet twat. I felt myself edging closer and closer to climax.

By this point, Sara was screaming in pleasure. Her pussy, absolutely dripping, made wet sucking sounds each time I slammed into it. Her oversized cock swayed and bounced, splashing precum across the walls and floor of the bathroom stall. I grabbed her meaty member in my hands and began to jerk her off while I fucked away at her pussy. I could feel her bulging veins running up and down her shaft, her thick cock barely fitting in my hands. She was close to cumming, and so was I.

I twisted my hands near the head of her cock, and that was all it took. Her back arched and she screamed as thick ropes of cum gushed forth out of her futa cock. I felt massive pulses and throbs as waves of hot spunk sprayed all over her curvy body and gorgeous face. At the same time, her already tight snatch clamped down on my cock, deep inside of her, and I lost it.

While her baby batter sprayed all over her, my own futa cock unleashed a load I had been saving for days. Deep inside of her womb, my cock exploded. I thrusted in and out of her feverishly, my ass slamming against the stall door each time I pulled back. I heard a clang and a creak behind me, and assumed I had popped open the stall door, but I didn’t care at all. I was too busy flooding Sara’s cunt with my thick, warm cum.

Each thrust sent more and more goo deep into her, filling her womb and making her belly swell. I didn’t know if futa girls could get pregnant, but if they could, there would be no way she would escape this encounter without being fertilized. My balls spasmed each time my cock contracted, and I knew they were still so full. Her pussy leaked my futa sperm and I could see it coated my dick in a thin, white film. It splashed against me, coating my pelvis and stomach in pussy juice and my own cum.

Finally, when I was on the verge of collapse, my cock stopped cumming. Sara’s belly was absolutely full, making her look as if she were pregnant already. Her cock d****d over her cum-swollen belly, still dripping. She was panting, clawing at the walls of the bathroom stall in post orgasm ecstasy. I slid my cock out with a sloshing, smacking sound, still bright red and rock hard.

“Your…pussy…is amazing!” I could barely get the words out between heavy breaths. I turned around to grab some toilet paper to clean my cock and froze in my tracks.

Our waitress, a young, dark haired girl with wide hips and small, though nicely shaped breasts, stood in front of our stall. She had her hand pressed over her mouth in surprise, and our check for our lunch in the other.

“I…uh…I didn’t mean to…interrupt! I just…you disappeared…um…the check will be on the table when…when you’re done!” She blushed, and stared at my cum glazed cock. She bit her lower lip before turning around and hurrying out of the bathroom.

“Oh my god, did she see us?” Sara asked, her face bright red.

“I know she saw me,” I said, laughing. “I wouldn’t worry about it though. She seemed…intrigued.”

We cleaned ourselves up in the bathroom, attempting to go back out into the restaurant somewhat presentable. I kissed Sara once more before we stepped out into the cool, air conditioned dining area and returned to our table.

“The check’s on me, especially after our play time in the bathroom,” I said. I picked up the check and saw scrawled underneath our total a phone number, written under the words “call me.” I turned, and caught the eye of our waitress. She saw me and winked, biting her lower lip again. Sara glanced at her phone and jumped up from her seat.

“Oh no, I’m running late! I need to get back to work! Thank you so much for lunch…and dessert!” She hurried out of the restaurant while I eyed the waitress a little more. Maybe getting caught in the bathroom wasn’t such a bad thing after all…


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