Perry Layne lounged on his worn leather couch in the dim light of his spacious living room, the city skyline twinkling through the floor-to-ceiling windows of his high-rise apartment. At 35, he was a successful entrepreneur, but tonight, the weight of a long week pressed on him like a heavy fog. He craved release, something raw and unfiltered to shake off the monotony. His phone sat heavy in his hand as he scrolled through contacts, landing on a number he’d saved from a wild night out months ago. Bibi Bugatti. The name alone stirred memories of curves that could stop traffic.
With a deep breath, Perry hit dial. The line rang twice before her sultry voice answered, laced with that signature tease. “Perry? It’s been too long. What do you need, handsome?”
“You,” he replied, voice low and urgent. “Here. Now.”
She laughed, a sound like velvet over gravel. “Give me twenty minutes. And clear your schedule—I come fully loaded.”
True to her word, the doorbell chimed exactly nineteen minutes later. Perry swung the door open, and there she stood: Bibi Bugatti, a vision of unapologetic sensuality. At 5’6″, her frame was a masterpiece of exaggeration—wide hips flaring out from a narrow waist, but it was her chest that commanded the room. Her massive breasts strained against a sheer black lace bra top, each globe easily an H-cup, heavy and pendulous, jiggling with every breath. The deep cleavage plunged like an invitation to sin, nipples already hardening against the fabric. Her skin glowed under the hallway light, a warm caramel tone, and her full lips curved into a knowing smirk. Long, dark curls cascaded over her shoulders, framing a face that screamed trouble.
“Make way for Bibi Bugatti,” she purred, brushing past him with a sway that made her ass cheeks shift under her tight mini-skirt. No panties, he noted immediately, the hem riding up just enough to tease the promise of her shaved mound.
Perry closed the door, his cock twitching in his jeans as he watched her saunter to the center of the room. She kicked off her heels, barefoot now, and turned to face him, hands on her hips. “You look tense, baby. Let me fix that.”
Without waiting for a response, Bibi launched into her performance. She rolled her shoulders, letting her enormous tits bounce free from the bra’s confines as she unclasped it with a flick. The lace fell away, revealing those legendary orbs in all their glory—veined and full, areolas wide and dark, nipples thick as erasers begging to be sucked. She cupped them, lifting and squeezing, making them wobble hypnotically as she began to grind the air, hips circling like she was riding an invisible pole.
Perry sank back onto the couch, mesmerized. His hand instinctively went to his zipper, but Bibi shook her head. “Not yet. Watch me first.”
She moved closer, her body heat radiating as she straddled his lap without touching. Her skirt hiked up, exposing her bare pussy lips, plump and glistening already with arousal. Bibi leaned in, her tits brushing his chest through his shirt, and started to bump and grind against his thighs. The friction of her wet slit on his jeans sent jolts through him, her juices soaking the denim. She threw her head back, moaning softly, her massive breasts heaving with each roll of her hips. Perry’s cock strained painfully against his pants, a thick bulge of nine inches begging for freedom.
“Fuck, Bibi,” he groaned, hands reaching for her waist. But she pinned his arms down playfully, continuing her lap dance. Her ass cheeks clapped softly as she bounced, the motion making her tits slap against each other, nipples tracing arcs in the air. The scent of her musk filled the room, sweet and heady, driving him wild.
After what felt like an eternity of teasing, Bibi slowed, her breath coming in pants. “Your turn to play,” she whispered, sliding off his lap. Perry didn’t hesitate. He grabbed her by the waist and pulled her close, burying his face in her cleavage. His lips latched onto one nipple, sucking hard, tongue flicking the pebbled tip. Bibi gasped, her hand slipping between her thighs to rub her swollen clit. Her fingers dipped into her slick folds, parting the lips to expose the pink inner flesh, already dripping with need.
Perry switched to the other breast, biting gently, his free hand kneading the soft, heavy flesh. Bibi’s moans grew louder, her fingers circling faster on her pussy, the wet sounds echoing in the quiet apartment. She arched her back, pushing her tits deeper into his mouth, while her other hand tangled in his hair, holding him there.
But Bibi wasn’t one to be outdone. With a wicked grin, she pushed him back and dropped to her knees between his legs. Her hands made quick work of his belt and zipper, yanking his jeans down to free his massive white cock. It sprang out, veiny and thick, the circumcised head already leaking pre-cum. Nine inches of rigid meat, pale against her darker skin, pulsed in the air.
“Oh, Perry, look at this big white dick,” Bibi cooed, wrapping her manicured fingers around the base. She stroked slowly, thumb smearing the slick tip, before leaning in. Her full lips parted, and she engulfed the head, sucking with vacuum force. Her tongue swirled around the ridge, tasting the saltiness, while her cheeks hollowed. Perry’s head fell back, a guttural moan escaping as she took more, inch by inch, until half his length disappeared into her hot mouth.
Bibi bobbed her head, slurping noisily, her saliva coating his shaft. She gagged slightly when she pushed deeper, but didn’t stop, her throat relaxing to accommodate him. One hand pumped what her mouth couldn’t reach, the other fondling his heavy balls, rolling them gently. Perry’s hips bucked involuntarily, fucking her face, but she controlled the pace, popping off to lick the underside from balls to tip, tracing every vein.
Lost in the blowjob, Bibi forgot her own pleasure until Perry’s fingers found her pussy. He plunged two digits inside her soaking heat, curling them to hit her G-spot. She whimpered around his cock, the vibrations sending shocks through him. His thumb pressed her clit, rubbing in tight circles as he finger-fucked her, her juices squirting lightly onto his hand. Bibi’s walls clenched, her body trembling, but she redoubled her efforts, deepthroating him fully now, nose pressing into his pubes.
Perry couldn’t hold back much longer. He pulled her off with a wet pop, her lips shiny with spit and pre-cum. “On the couch. Now.”
Bibi complied, lying back and spreading her legs wide. Her enormous breasts splayed to the sides, but she grabbed them, mashing them together, pinching the nipples as she watched him. Perry knelt between her thighs, inhaling her scent before diving in. His tongue lapped at her pussy, flat and broad, from asshole to clit. He sucked her labia into his mouth, nibbling gently, then speared his tongue inside her channel, fucking her with it. Bibi’s hips bucked, her hands kneading her tits harder, fingers twisting the sensitive buds.
“Eat that pussy, Perry! Deeper!” she cried, her voice husky. He obliged, adding fingers to stretch her, his mouth latched onto her clit, sucking and flicking until she was writhing. Her thighs clamped around his head, juices flooding his face as she neared the edge.
But Perry wanted more. He stood, cock throbbing, and pulled her up. Bibi knew what to do—she straddled his lap as he sat, guiding his thick shaft to her entrance. With a shared groan, she sank down, her pussy stretching around his girth. Inch by inch, she took him, her walls gripping like a vice. Fully seated, she paused, grinding her clit against his base, her massive tits pressing into his chest.
Then the bouncing began. Bibi rode him hard, her ass slapping his thighs, tits flopping wildly with each upward thrust. Perry’s hands gripped her hips, helping her lift and slam down, his cock pistoning into her depths. She screamed in pleasure, nails digging into his shoulders, her pussy clenching rhythmically.
“Fuck me harder! Pound this wet cunt!” Bibi demanded, her voice breaking. Perry thrust up to meet her, the couch creaking under them. Sweat slicked their bodies, her breasts bouncing so violently they nearly hit her chin.
After minutes of frantic riding, Perry flipped her onto her back. Bibi’s legs wrapped around his waist as he drove into her missionary style, his hips snapping forward. Her tits jiggled with every brutal thrust, nipples scraping his chest. He leaned down to capture one in his mouth again, sucking as he fucked, his balls slapping her ass.
Bibi’s screams filled the room, her pussy squirting around his cock as she came, walls milking him. But Perry wasn’t done. He pulled out, flipping her onto all fours. Her ass up, pussy gaping and dripping, she looked back over her shoulder. “Fuck me doggy, baby. Slam that big cock in.”
Perry mounted her, gripping her hips and plunging deep. His thrusts were savage, cock boring into her from behind, hitting her cervix. Bibi pushed back, matching his rhythm, her ass cheeks rippling with each impact. She reached under to rub her clit, her other hand squeezing a tit, tugging the nipple.
“Yes! Deeper! Fill me up!” she yelled, her body shaking. Perry’s pace quickened, sweat dripping onto her back, his balls tightening. With a roar, he buried himself to the hilt and erupted, hot cum flooding her pussy in thick ropes. Bibi came again, her walls spasming, milking every drop as she collapsed forward.
They lay tangled, panting, his cock still twitching inside her. Bibi turned her head, smirking through the afterglow. “Told you I’d give you a show you’d remember.”
Perry chuckled, pulling her close, his hand idly stroking one massive breast. In the quiet of his home, with the city lights watching, their encounter had been everything—raw, intense, unforgettable. Bibi Bugatti had lived up to her legend, leaving Perry spent and satisfied, already craving round two.
