La Belleza Rechoncha en el Yate

The yacht swayed gently on the evening swell, the harbor lights long faded astern. In the dimly lit salon, only soft lamps and candles on the table cast their glow. Alina, our waitress, leaned over to set a glass of wine in front of me, and her heavy, impossibly appetizing tits nearly spilled out of the deep neckline of her white blouse. I couldn't help but let my gaze linger on those plush, soft mounds, on how the fabric strained across her wide hips. The desire hit me instantly, hot and sharp.

"Checking me out again with those eyes, Max?" she whispered with a sly smile, like she knew exactly what I was thinking.

"That obvious?" I grinned, letting my fingers trail along her wrist a beat longer than necessary. Her skin was hot, velvety.

Alina straightened up, and her gorgeous thick ass wobbled under her short black skirt. I knew she was well over two hundred pounds, but that's exactly what drove me insane—those soft, heavy curves that trembled so sweetly with every step. She'd been a constant temptation on this yacht for three cruises straight.

We were alone now. The captain and the other guests had gone up to the top deck to stargaze. Alina came back with a tray, but instead of leaving, she sat down across from me, spreading her thick thighs wide. The skirt rode up, revealing the tops of black stockings cutting into her plush flesh.

"Heard you talking shit with your buddies at the bar last night," she said suddenly, leaning in closer. Her eyes sparkled. "Something about 'that fat bitch with tits like pillows and an ass that kills.' That was me, right?"

I choked on my wine. Fuck. I thought she hadn't heard.

"Alina... I..."

"Shut up," she pressed a finger to my lips, and her voice carried not anger but playful hunger. "I liked it. Especially when you said you wanted to bury your face in that fat pussy and not come up for hours."

Her words hit my cock like a jolt. It went rock hard instantly, straining against my pants.

Alina stood, circled the table, and settled onto my lap. Her huge, soft ass covered my thighs completely—heavy, hot, unbelievably tender. I groaned, digging my fingers into those wide hips.

"So, Max..." she leaned in, and her massive tits pressed against my face, "you gonna keep talking, or are you finally gonna fuck that fat bitch like you promised?"

"Fuck, Alina... you serious?" I was already breathless, hiking up her skirt. Underneath, only a soaked pair of panties, cutting into her thick pussy lips.

"Absolutely. I'm already dripping, can you feel it?" She took my hand and guided it to her cunt. The fabric was soaked through. "Fuck me. Right here."

I yanked her panties aside. My fingers sank into hot, abundant wetness. Her plush pussy lips were swollen, slick, her clit engorged and poking out like a little cherry. I shoved two fingers in at once, and Alina let out a loud moan, grinding her heavy ass against my hard-on.

"Oh, fuck... deeper..." she gasped, gripping my shoulders. Her huge tits bounced in front of my face. I unbuttoned her blouse, and they spilled out—heavy, milky white, with big dark nipples. I grabbed one with my mouth, sucking hard, biting gently.

"Yeah... that's it... eat my fat tits, Max..." she was already working my fly. My thick cock sprang out, painfully hard. Alina wrapped her plump hand around it and started stroking, smearing the pre-cum.

I couldn't hold back. I lifted her heavy body, bent her over the leather couch. Her massive fat ass presented itself to me—two huge trembling cheeks, with a glistening wet slit between them. I spit on my palm, slicked up my cockhead, and slammed into her.

"Aaaah!" Alina cried out. "So thick... fucking my fat pussy... harder!"

I grabbed her wide hips and started pounding deep and rough. Every thrust made her thick ass ripple in waves. The sound of wet fucking filled the salon—sloppy, loud, obscene. I slapped her ass, and she yelped with pleasure.

"More! Fuck this fat whore!" she growled, pushing back. "I want to feel your balls slapping against my wet slit!"

I leaned over, wrapped my arms around her swinging tits, squeezing and pinching her nipples. She was already trembling, her pussy clenching around my cock tighter and tighter.

"I'm gonna cum... Max... don't stop..." she moaned.

I sped up, hammering her fat pussy with everything I had. Finally, she howled, her body convulsing, and a hot stream of squirt sprayed onto my thighs and the floor. She came for a long time, shuddering through her entire plush frame.

I pulled out and flipped her onto her back. Alina lay there, breathing hard, legs spread wide, her pussy red, swollen, slick with her juices. I climbed on top, sliding back in, now looking into her eyes.

"I want to cum all over those fat tits," I rasped.

"Do it... cover me..." she grabbed her breasts, squeezing them together, forming a deep cleavage.

I fucked her for another three minutes until I felt it building. I pulled out, knelt over her, and started jerking furiously. The first powerful rope of cum hit her left nipple, the second between her tits, the third across her chin. I came long and thick, coating her huge tits and belly in white streams.

Alina looked up at me, licking her lips, gathering my cum with her finger and bringing it to her mouth.

"Mmm... tasty..." she purred. "Now, Max... since you love my fat ass so much... how about we continue in my cabin? I've got oil and toys in there..."

I smiled, helping her up. Her body glistened with sweat and cum, her skirt hiked up, blouse open. She took my hand and pulled me along, swaying her luxurious heavy hips.

"Come on, my regular guest. This fat bitch isn't done playing yet."