Chapter 1: Introduction
Sitting in my boxers, I killed some time online anime chat rooms between courses. I reclined in my computer chair, with my legs resting on the table, perusing an unusual corner of the web-cam community. I freely admit I have an abiding interest in women built on that scale. But that's not all. With my left hand, I absentmindedly ratcheted up my thigh, massaging my surprisingly strong right hamstring as I ogled some hardbodies, muscular females and hairy-pitted vixens alike.
Just moments later, my browsing took me to an overwhelming discovery, something that snatched a sharp intake of breath from me. Gracing the screen of my laptop was a veritable Amazonian Queen, a stunning woman with large, tight biceps, tree trunk-like thighs, and enough muscle and curves to rival my own wild imagination.
I couldn't look away, cursor frozen, heart pounding as I scrolled down to examine every inch of her, taking in the sheer size and depth of her cleavage.
Her leather-clad arms bulged and rippled with every gesture she made in the video, the tight material struggling to contain her immense mass. It was then I noticed the glint of her sun-kissed skin showing from the gap between her thighs and along her hairline.
Unable to resist, I gritted my teeth and made the bold move of entering her online chatroom. A slew of other users seemed to be occupied with their own conversations, but my sole focus was the voluptuous vixen at hand.
The hypnotic sound of her fingernails rhythmically tapping on the table grabbed hold of my wandering thoughts, a stark contrast to the smoky, seductive sounds of her husky voice resonating through my speakers.
"Well, aren't you one to waste no time!" Angel chuckled with a raised eyebrow, her lips curled upward in a devious smile. "What brings you into my humble abode, my fine specimen of a college boy?"
The tickle of blood in my cheeks made me aware that I must have been beet red.
"I ah-ah-ah...I've never seen anyone like you before. You're incredible." Unable to find the right words, I rambled nervously.
"Ah yes, my body. It's a strength of mine, indeed," she purred confidently, rolling her shoulder, and her top shifted slightly. The perfectly aligned curves of her colossal breasts seemed to balance magnificently as they spilled over the confines of her outfit.
Her shoulders were thick and delicious, and I found my attention helplessly drawn to her incredibly firm arms. I could see the bulging bicep, immaculate and hard, as she flexed her way through the conversation. My mind's eye conjured up an endless array of tantalizing fantasies, with her powerful physique rippling in the throes of passion.
Angel leaned in closer to the webcam, giving me a full, unrestricted view of her grotesquely large and masculine neck.
The tendons and cords of pure power disappeared under the edge of her tight leather top.
"Do you like what you see, Tom?" she cooed, taunting me with her irresistible physique. As the dam broke and the conversation veered toward more explicit terrain, my heart raced with anticipation. Her sex-laden eyes danced playfully, and I knew she could sense my eagerness.
"Fuck, yes, Angel. You're a goddess," I finally stammered with a sudden burst of confidence.
"I'm not shy to admit that I've always wanted to get it on with a lady like you."
"Oh, you have, have you?" She curled one corner of her lips slyly, her eyes alight with intrigue. "Well, color me curious. Show me just how you'd make love to a powerful woman like me, Tom."
The raciness of the conversation sent a daring thrill through my veins. My cheeks burning, I fumbled for a non-committal phrase, my craving for her growing exponentially.
"Honestly, I can only imagine you towering over me, making me feel utterly powerless, pinned by your awe-inspiring assets."
"Mm, pinned, you say?" Angel teased, eyes narrowing with wicked delight. "Seems like we're on the same wavelength here. It's been quite some time since I've had someone who could properly handle my curves."
As though on cue, her hands began to wander, tracing a teasing, provocative path over her bulging chest and strong arms.
The tight latex stretched and creaked under her fingers, only serving to heighten the eroticism of the moment.
"Maybe you should show me a little more of what you like, Tom," she suggested, licking her lips. Her voice was thick with lust, making my loins ache with frustration. "Let's see if you can really handle a woman of my size."
I swallowed hard, forcing the nervous lump in my throat to recede. one of my hands left the safety of the mouse and began to drift down toward the waistline of my boxers.
I could already feel the twitching, erratic pulse of my cock, struggling to break free from the confines of fabric. Taking a deep, steadying breath, I brushed the tips of my trembling fingers along the rigid, swelling length.
"Aaah, yes. Feeling yourself, aren't you?" smirked Angel, her voice heavy with barely contained desire. I wasn't sure if I'd said it aloud, but her quickness to address it answered that question.
"Mm, yes. Oh, yes," I muttered, encouraged by her seductive tone. I hooked my thumb under the elastic waistband of my boxers and tugged them down to mid-thigh, wrapping a hand around my shaft and giving it a tentative stroke.
My cheeks burned hot as I glanced at the screen, tendrils of shame coursing through me. Never had I done something like this before, with a stranger, no less.
It was insanely thrilling, knowing that Angel saw just how aroused I was, her gaze searing with lust, feeding me confidence.
"Look at you, Tom. So eager. So ready," Angel hummed, slipping one hand into her tight leather pants. I watched her, mesmerized, unable to look away as she ground her hips against her hand.
With her free hand, Angel grabbed a handful of her breast and kneaded it with immense hunger and nothing short of a lustful craving.
My eyes were glued to the screen as I quickened my pace, my balls tightened, slapping gently against my thighs; I committed each detail of her performance to memory.
I bit my bottom lip, even squeezed my eyes shut, trying to prolong the sensation that radiated across my body, the waves of pleasure crashing wildly against me. My breathing came in ragged gasps, but for once, I didn't care.
I was lost in the sheer erotic force of the moment. Gripping my cock tighter, I slid my hand along its satin-smooth length, eliciting a deep groan from my throat.
As if fueled by telepathic contact, Angel started to move faster, fingers deftly plucking at her nipples. My heart hammered in my chest, the audio of her gasps and moans in time with the wet smacking of her hand against her leather-clad mound.
With her other hand, she groped and squeezed her swollen, heaving breast.
It was an obscene sight, yet I found myself unable to tear my gaze away. I never wanted this to end.
The sexual tension was palpable, with every word and stuttered sigh an overture to our shared carnal symphony.
"Perhaps it's time I really show you what I'm made of, Tom," Angel purred, easing herself into her chair, her movements sensual and deliberate.
Her thick fingers danced along the hem of her leather pants, tugging them down, inch by inch, revealing more of her well-endowed thighs and the lacy thong that stretched taut across her hips.
My grip tightened around my cock, the pulse of its throbbing length matched the fast rhythm of my racing heart. I could vividly imagine the scene that Angel was about to unfurl, just as if I was there.
The picture of her envious, goddess-like curves and powerful legs held me captive. The heated, tantalizing air between us minted a blaze in my innards, and I couldn't suppress the urge for more. As if emboldened by the anonymity of the virtual realm, I decided to take the plunge under her beguiling gaze.
"Let me show you, Angel. How I truly desire to worship you," I confessed, burning with animalistic fervor.
Angel, Goddess among women, leaned in with a deviant smirk, revealing her full, luscious lips. I nearly choked on the breath caught in my throat.
"Then, love, show me," she replied, gliding the delicate fingertips of her free hand across her toned stomach, tracing the curves of her hips and caressing the edges of her thong.
"Show me exactly what you imagine doing to me." It felt surreal, even in this digital dimension, to be given her blessing, her invitation to revel in each carnal desire that flickered unapologetically behind my eyes.
Left with nothing but raw, unbridled lust, I obeyed, submitting to the primal call that echoed within me. As my engorged cock twitched, in desperate need of release, I let my mind wander, casting myself as the protagonist of my own fantasy tale with Angel as my captivating muse.
I imagined myself within her well-appointed boudoir, cloaked in a dim, seductive red light as the smell of leather and burning candles filled my nostrils. Each one of her muscles stood out in relief as she leaned over me provocatively, presenting her divine, massive body in a taunting pose.
"Like what you see?" she purred, her lips dangerously close to mine. Her fingers drifted over the valley between her mountainous breasts, brushing her nipples gently, so as to tease them to peak.
The image before me was like something out of a lustful dream - one concocted by a man who dared to crave a body even half as tattoed, curvaceous, and overpoweringly muscular as that of Angel's.
"You want to do that, don't you?" she murmured, reading my thoughts. "You wish to lavish in thecontours of my body, to pay homage to its every crevice and curve?"
I nodded, my breath hitching as she obeyed her own lascivious prompt.
Her fingers slid beneath the edges of her thong, tracing the lips of her velvet folds. I shuddered to imagine the sensation of her muscular hands upon my own flesh, pulling me into an embrace, drawing my eager body against hers.
Angel paused, that devilish grin widening. "That's right, Tom. Worship me. Treat me like the goddess I am."
With that, she plunged two fingers into the slick haven between her thighs, her eyes rolling back as she threw her head back, moaning softly.
Watching the fantasy unfold, I imagined feeling her heavy, naked breasts against my chest, her soft, pliable lips hungrily devouring mine.
"Do you want to feel that, Tom?" Her voice was strained, yet gravelly, as she continued to pump her fingers in and out of herself. "Do you want to know how my pussy tastes?"
My free hand clenched as I squeezed my shaft firmly, matching her thrusts. The thought of worshipping the flesh of this goddess was overwhelming.