Getting Owned By The Freaky Babe

  GETTING OWNED BY THE FREAKY BABE

  Tommy Sins

  Copyright 2017 Tommy Sins

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  DISCLAIMER: This story is intended for a mature audience only! Contains explicit, graphic sex and language. Definitely not intended for individuals under the age of 18 or those with a weak heart!

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  TABLE OF CONTENTS

  GETTING OWNED BY THE FREAKY BABE

  ALSO BY TOMMY SINS

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  GETTING OWNED BY THE FREAKY BABE

  I was minding my own business at the end of the bar, enjoying the scenery and my beer when I caught a glimpse of a woman who was completely different from the rest of the skinny, emaciated girls that populated the bars out here in Southern California. She was standing by herself, leaning against the bar on the other side of the room, checking things out, just like I was. And true to form, mere milliseconds after I spotted her, she turned towards me as if sensing my interest.

  We locked eyes and stared at each other as our brains went through the millions of instantaneous, unconscious determinations that would decide our level of attraction for each other.

  It took less than a second for my brain to come to inform me that I was, indeed, incredibly attracted to her. And she must have come to the same realization, as before I could even think about what my next move should be, she started walking across the bar towards me.

  As she approached, I observed her in a more clinical, rational way, taking in her entire body at once, then piece by piece, and putting it all together.

  She was a very tall woman—practically the same height as me even without heels—and built like a brick shithouse. She wasn’t fat but she wasn’t skinny either. She had some meat on her, from her midsection to her hips to her bubbly ass to her long, powerful, figure-skater legs.

  As she came closer I got a better look at her face. She had prominent features; big, brown eyes, a good-sized nose, full lips and long blonde hair. Her makeup was subtle, accentuating her features but not drowning them, making her look more like an old-school pin-up star than a modern slut.

  Then there were her tits. They were the first thing I noticed but I’d deliberately skipped over them so I could come back to them at the end and let my gaze linger. They were huge: the size of my head if not bigger. Absolutely incredible. And while it was too early to tell if they were natural, I didn’t really give a shit. The way I figured it, if I could touch them and play with them and suck on them, that was good enough for me.

  It wasn’t until she sat down next to me that I realized she was a bit older. Early-thirties, probably. Not old by any stretch of the imagination, but older than me by a good seven or eight years. But that was okay, I didn’t have a problem with older women. In fact, I’d always dreamed of being with one.

  “How’s it going?” she said after sitting down, taking charge of the situation right away, which was no surprise to me. That was one of the things I’d noticed immediately; she appeared to be the kind of woman who wasn’t afraid to take the lead.

  “Not bad,” I replied.

  “You want another beer?” she asked, gesturing towards my nearly empty glass.

  “Sure,” I said.

  She whistled down to the bartender and I came over immediately.

  “Hey Angelica,” the bartender said. Apparently her name was Angelica. And from the way her and the bartender were interacting, she was obviously a regular.

  “Hey Frank,” Angelica replied. “Two beers. A Killian’s for me, and—” She turned her head towards me.

  “A Killian’s for me too,” I said.

  “Just put it on my tab,” Angelica said to Frank.

  “You got it,” Frank replied. He disappeared then reappeared ten seconds later with the two beers. He set one in front of Angelica and one in front of me then disappeared once again.

  “Thanks for the beer,” I said, taking a sip from the chilled glass.

  “No problem,” Angelica replied.

  “I have to ask, though: What prompted this little palaver.”

  “Well, I saw you looking over at me and decided to see if it was just casual or if you had something else in mind,” she replied.

  “And what does your gut tell you?” I asked.

  “If I thought it was just casual I wouldn’t have come over,” she said.

  I laughed and we both took another drink of our beers.

  “Was I correct in my assumption?” Angelica asked once she’d set her drink down.

  “You were indeed,” I said. “I must confess to having more than just a casual interest in you.”

  “That’s good to hear,” she said. “Because I feel the same way about you.”

  A little tingle went down my spine and I tried unsuccessfully not to smile.

  “But I have to warn you,” Angelica said. “You may want to think a little more carefully before you commit to anything.”

  “Oh yeah?” I said, suddenly cautious. “And why is that?”

  “Because I’m a bit of a control freak,” she said. “I like to be in charge, to take the lead and run the show, doing whatever I want along the way.”

  I let out a relieved little laugh. “That’s it? I thought you were going to say you were really a man or something.”

  “Nope,” Angelica said. “I just like to get that part out of the way up front. Most men don’t deal with it very well.”

  “Actually, I don’t mind that sort of thing. I kind of enjoy it, to be perfectly honest.”

  “Yeah, I kind of figured that about you,” Angelica said. “You look like you’re not afraid to get a little freaky in the sack.”

  “Is that right?”

  “Yep,” she said. “That’s why I headed over here in the first place. I’m an expert at reading people. Of course, just because I could tell you were into that sort of thing doesn’t mean that you can actually handle a night with me.”

  I laughed softly.

  “You think differently?” Angelica asked.

  “Let’s just say I haven’t come across much that I can’t handle,” I said.

  “Is that right?”

  I nodded.

  “Fair enough,” Angelica said, a knowing little smirk worming onto her face. “But I have to warn you, most of the men I approach like this same the same thing. They all think they can handle me. Every single one of them. But it’s rare I find one that actually can without complaint. Especially with what I dish out.”

  “It’s that intense, huh?”

  Smiling, Angelica nodded vigorously.

  I smiled back. “Then it sounds like it would be fun.”

  “So you’re game?”

  “Absolutely,” I said. “On one condition.”

  The look Angelica shot me was more intrigued than skeptical. “What’s that?”

  “If I can handle whatever you can dish out tonight, then I earn another night with you. Where we find out if you can handle what I can dish out.”

  “Sounds fair enough to me,” Angelica said.

  “So you like to receive as much as you like to give?” I asked.

  “Not as much,” she said, smiling. “But pretty close.”

  “Same here,” I said.

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��Then it appears we have come to an agreement,” Angelica said.

  “It does indeed.”

  Angelica pounded the rest of her beer and rose to her feet. “Do you mind if we go to my place? It’s just a couple blocks away.”

  I too finished my beer and set the glass down. “No problem at all.”

  She grabbed my hand and gruffly pulled me off the stool. “Then let’s go.”

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  Five minutes later we arrived at Angelica’s place. She unlocked the door and held it open for me. I walked in, stopped just inside, and looked around. It was a nice place, if a little plain. Comfortable but more functional than anything else.

  Angelica closed the door behind us. I turned around to face her and found that she was already on her knees, right there in the hallway, looking up at me with focused intent.

  “Oh,” I said as she reached out and started undoing my belt. “Okay then.” I knew she’d said she liked being in charge, but this wasn’t quite what I was expecting. Not that I minded.

  It took her less than five seconds to have my belt unbuckled, my zipper down, my button undone and my pants and boxers down around my ankles. My cock was sticking straight out, already fully hard. It wasn’t enormous but it was pretty good sized; most girls found it to be a little too big for their tastes but I didn’t think Angelica would have that issue.

  “It’s hard already, huh?” she said, staring right at it, obviously impressed.

  “It always is,” I replied.

  “Always?”

  “Pretty much.”

  “Well, that certainly makes things easy,” Angelica said. “And it’s just the right size too.”

  “It isn’t too big for you?” I said, mostly just taunting her.

  She scoffed. “Please.”

  “Yeah, I kind of thought you’d be able to handle it,” I said.

  “With ease,” she replied. And with that, she immediately went to work on it, licking up and down the shaft, one hand grasping the base in a death-grip while the other worked my balls. She popped the tip of my cock in her mouth and sucked on it while jerking me off, her hand and mouth working in tandem as her mouth dropped further and further down my cock, her head bobbing up and down, faster and faster, her hair flying everywhere, covering her face, blocking my view.

  I grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled it back so I could get a better view of what was happening.

  “You like to see what’s going on, do you?” Angelica said, popping my cock out of her mouth for a moment.

  I nodded.

  “That’s good,” she continued, jerking me off all the while. “Because I do too. Bright and clear, everything out in the open, no shame whatsoever.”

  “My thoughts exactly,” I said.

  “So you say now,” Angelica said, grinning like a demon up at me. “But we’ll see. We’ll see.”

  She took my cock in her mouth once again and continued pushing her head forward, making my cock disappear inside her mouth inch-by-inch while staring up at me, maintaining eye contact the entire time.

  Angelica kept going until she’d swallowed my entire cock, deepthroating me with ease, still staring up at me even as her bottom lip touched my ball sack and her nose touched the base of my stomach

  “Holy fucking shit,” I said under my breath as she held my cock in place, deep in her throat. No one had ever deepthroated me so effortlessly before, nor held me for so long. Almost a full ten seconds, by my count.

  Angelica pulled her head off my cock just as deliberately as she’d swallowed it, moving inch-by-inch, in no rush, not having any difficulty with it whatsoever.

  “That was fucking incredible,” I said once my cock was free and clear of her mouth.

  “That was nothing,” Angelica said. “Just a little taste to get you started. Something for you to think about, for you to long for while I have my way with you.”

  She stood up and grabbed ahold of my cock and used it to lead me over the couch in the living room. Once there, she turned me around so my back was facing the couch and gave me a little push in the chest, sitting me down.

  “Now you just sit there and wait,” Angelica said. “While I go slip into something more interesting. And then we’ll get started in earnest.”

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  Angelica came out a couple minutes later wearing nothing but a garter belt, black fishnet stockings and a pair of clear fuck-me pumps. No panties and nothing on above her waist. The outfit made her incredible legs look even longer than before and was sex as hell. Her arms were crossed at her chest, covering up her tits, save for the bottom half, which were poking out.

  “What do you think?” Angelica asked.

  “I think you’re fucking perfect,” I replied.

  “Good answer,” she said, walking towards me until she was standing between my spread legs, her knees touching the couch, staring straight down at me.

  She uncrossed her arms, revealing her huge, perfect tits in all their glory, complete with nipples like pencil erasers. She let me admire them from afar for a few moments, then climbed onto the couch, straddling me.

  Leaning forward she shook her tits from side to side, bouncing them off the edges of my face. Then she grabbed the back of my head and pulled it forward, pressing it into her chest. With my head now between her massive breasts, she squeezed her tits together, smashing my face between them, smothering me against her flesh.

  After a few long seconds, Angelica released gave me room to breathe. I pulled back, gasping for air. But before I could fully recover, she leaned forward and stuck her rock-hard nipple into my mouth. I sucked on it greedily, looking up at her face the entire time.

  “That’s a good boy,” she said. “Suck on that fucking nipple. There you go.”

  I popped her nipple out of my mouth and switched the other one. A few seconds later she grabbed my hair and yanked my head back, pulling it from that nipple. Then she stuck her tongue in my mouth and ran her hands down my chest towards my crotch. She released her mouth from mine and slid down my body until she was on the floor with her head between my legs.

  Angelica was looking up at me with a nasty smile on her face as she played with my rock-hard cock, squeezing it gently between her fingers.

  “Have you ever been titty-fucked before?” she said, looking up at me.

  “A few times,” I replied. “But never by tits like yours.”

  “Well you’re in for a treat,” she said. “Because I’m the best there is.”

  “I don’t doubt that.”

  Smiling, Angelica reached across her body and picked up a bottle of baby oil from the coffee table next to the couch. She popped the top of the bottle and squirted it’s contents all over her chest.

  “Let’s get it nice and slippery,” she said, rubbing the oil into her skin, spreading it so it covered her tits front and back, inside and out.

  Her tits were glistening in the light, the oil giving her flesh a bright sheen. I was literally licking my lips at the thought of having my cock in between them.

  “There we go,” she said, looking up at me, her smile as nasty as ever, her hands bouncing her tits up and down. “Are you ready for these.”

  I nodded. “But I have to admit, this isn’t exactly what I was expecting when you said you like to be in charge.”

  “Oh yeah?” Angelica said, still smiling. “Why not?”

  I shrugged. “I guess I thought I was going to be pleasuring you more than you pleasuring me.”

  “Ahh, I see,” she said. “Well, don’t worry, we’ll get to that part eventually. But I’ve found that the better someone is feeling, the better they are at pleasing.”

  “Fair enough,” I said. “Then feel free to do whatever you want to me.”

  “Don’t worry,” Angelica said. “I will.” And with that, she stuck my dick between her tits.

  “Oh my god,” I said as she wrapped her tits around my cock, squeezed them together, and started to bounce.

  “You like that?” she asked.
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  I nodded.

  “I want to hear you say it.”

  “I love it,” I said.

  “What do you love?” Angelica asked. “Tell me exactly what you love.”

  “I love fucking your giant titties,” I said as she continued to bounce on my cock, her tits jiggling, the tip of my cock popping out in-between the top of them at the end of every stroke.

  Angelica squeezed harder, engulfing my cock in her massive tits. The pressure was nearly unbearable as she squeezed and bounced atop me, the copious amounts of lube she’s used allowing her to constrict my cock while still moving quickly against me, providing an insane amount of pleasure.

  “Holy fucking shit,” I said as I rose towards orgasm. She was staring directly at me, closely monitoring my excitement level. She was wearing a knowing, calculated little smirk. It was obvious she was setting me up for something, the only question was what that something was.

  I was quickly approaching the point of no return, in fact was just moments away from blowing my load when Angelica abruptly released my cock from the vice-grip between her tits, as if she knew exactly how close I was to cumming.

  “Oh no you don’t,” she said. “Now that you’re all wound up, it’s time for you to take care of me.”

  I laughed under my breath and shook my head. So that was her strategy. I had to admit, it was a good one. As excited as I was right now, I was willing to do pretty much anything she wanted.

  “Do you want me to fuck you now?” I asked. I already knew the answer was going to be no, but I wanted to hear how Angelica said it to me. I wanted to get an idea of what was to come without specifically asking.

  Angelica laughed. “Fuck me? Not a chance. Maybe, if you’re a good boy and do everything I tell you to without hesitation, then maybe I’ll give you the pleasure of sticking your cock inside me. But even then, I’m going to be the one doing the fucking, not you. Not lie your ass down on the floor. It’s time to see how good you are eating pussy.”

  More excited than ever by her response, I did as I was told without hesitation.

  Before I could ask Angelica what else she wanted from me, she put one foot on either side of my head. Standing over me with her legs spread, I stared up at her pussy and ass, preparing myself for what was to come.