Meet Big James, moving through Diane’s life more like a force of nature than a man, thrilling her and scaring her. He hurts in all the right ways.
Author’s note: this series is based on true events. The scenes serve as a worshipful tribute to two Men: the real Big James (my stepdaddy and the first Alpha Man in my life) and Big Jason (my stepbrother), the two men who set the model for the kind of man I would forever want.
Diane stood frozen in place. She couldn’t believe the nerve of the man at the table. He had stopped her by reaching out a big strong hand and grabbing her inner thigh under her uniform skirt. He had been to the diner where Diane worked as a waitress many times before, and from the first he had made an unforgettable impression on her.
He was big. 6 foot 7, and towered over her petite 5 foot frame. And he was powerfully built. Muscles bunched under the button down shirt that strained to hold in his form. And, of course, there was The Bulge. Yes, The Bulge, with a capital B.
She even knew his name. James. His confident voice had hit her brain with enough mental force to leave an indelible impression on her memory. It was the voice of a man who was used to be being remembered.
They had engaged in some conversation during his several visits. At first it was the typical diner chit chat, quick exchanges of meaningless, repetitive dialogue. But over time, they had learned a bit more about each other.
Now he sat there as she stood by his table, his firm hand confidently between her legs. He didn’t squeeze but there was still enough force in his grip to command her undivided attention. Goose pimples rose on her smooth tan flesh. And something else was also getting stirred up just a bit higher.
“Yes sir?” She managed.
“Coffee.” It was an order to be obeyed, not a request to be indulged.
Her left hand with the wedding ring was clearly visible but as she raised her hand to take his cup she made a point of moving it around her finger so he would see it. He did see it. And he regarded the tiny ring with as much interest as he would a random bug. At the same moment, Diane realized that in all their conversations she had never once even mentioned that she was married. Her husband, Bill, had simply been absent from her mind while she was in James’s presence.
She took the cup and started to move away but his grip tightened and moved a bit higher. “And some more cream” he added. She smiled. He relaxed his hand, releasing her, giving her permission to perform the task.
Later, when she brought the check, he held her in place again, but this time with only his voice.
“What time does your shift end?” He asked
“At 2. Why?”
“You want to meet up afterwards?”
Diane wanted to say Yes but she thought of Bill, and her son Kyle, and dinner.
“Well, I’ve got things to do.”
“It will wait.”
Of course it would. Bill didn’t get home until close to 6. And Kyle was with the sitter. Dinner was leftovers.
“What did you have in mind?” Diane asked.
Without a word James returned his hand to the spot between her legs. She flushed, heat rising in her body.
“Maybe I can leave early.” She said.
And she did.
15 minutes later they were in a hotel room a few blocks away.
As the door closed behind them James picked her up with one hand. Her legs instinctively wrapped around his waist. Her hands locked onto the boulders that served as his shoulders as he kissed her deep and hard.
He walked toward the bed where he tossed her down. They each hurriedly removed their clothes. Diane was in awe as she finally saw him, bit by bit.
His massive chest, firm and hairy.
His biceps, not the showy kind from a gym, but the hard, truly strong type that come with days of physical labor in heavy construction work.
And then, as he lowered his pants, revealing strong legs, there it was … The Bulge.
He was only semi hard and it was already a monster. “Jesus. He must be 8 or 9 inches at least. And thick.” She thought to herself.
When he finally released The Bulge from his underwear Diane’s estimate proved true. The Bulge was growing.
“Come.” It was an order to be obeyed, not a request to be indulged.
She crawled across the bed toward him, her soft, large tits hanging below her.
She reached out a tiny hand and tried to wrap it around the biggest dick she had ever seen. She kissed the head and then took him into her mouth. As much as she could anyway. As she stretched her mouth she anticipated how he would eventually stretch her in the other place.
And he did.
As soon as he pushed the head inside her she knew this was a different kind of experience with a different kind of man than Bill.
He pushed deeper, to places she had never felt touched before, stretching her along the way.
She whimpered and dug her nails into James’s back.
She felt his size and weight on top of her. His thrusts were powerful and the bed shook beneath them. It hurt deep inside. She gripped the sheets and bit into his shoulder as her orgasm erupted. He kept going taking her to new sexual heights.
Finally, almost mercifully, he pulled out of her and released thick ropes of cum across her body. She panted trying to recover her breath. He stood from the bed and she once again took in his entire frame.
“You’re a bad girl, Diane.” James said.
“What?” she said.
He pointed at the ring. The ring she had completely forgotten. She lowered her gaze.
He reached out and grabbed her by an ankle. He sat and dragged her across his lap. The first slap hit her ass before she could comprehend what was happening but it quickly snapped her to attention. She cried out just as the second slap hit her. And then a third, and fourth.
He stopped, his hand caressing her now red posterior.
“This is just your first lesson.” He said. She quivered in his lap.
“First?” She asked.
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