Me: I’m cumming.Ana: Yes! Give it to me!A thick load of sperm fills Ana’s vagina. With clawed hands, she pushes my body down, clearly urging me to...keep going.Ana: Fuck me! I’m about to…With much effort, I keep fucking her. Sperm is leaking from her vagina, making my spasming dick slippery. Both her hands slam down on my ass as she holds me tight, orgasming wildly.After I pull out, Ana slides her fingers lazily in and out of her cunt, spreading cum all over her pubic area. She still moans. "Yeah I guess. Come on," she said. She led me into the back. She introduced me to the owner of the place. An older man, maybe sixty, balding, rugged looking.Rob Johnson hired me on the spot: six bucks an hour and tips. Kind of a come down for me economically, but money wasn't my worry. Forgetting was my worry. I wondered if forgetting were even possible. I was betting not."Hey," I said to the waitress that had been my headhunter. "What's your name?" She smirked."Melissa, Melissa Compton.. He is tall, sandy-haired, slim and smartly dressed. Casual jacket, pristine white shirt, no tie. He looks round, seats himself on the edge of the bed, relaxed, confident. But slightly puzzled. ‘Is she – er?’ ‘In the bathroom. Are you OK with what we agreed?’ ‘Sure. If that will be what you want, both of you.’ ‘Oh yes. We’ve talked about it. Just the way we agreed on the phone. Don’t hold back. She wants to do it. And she’s good. Can you – make it last?’ John nods. ‘Be a waste not to, wouldn’t. He'd long admired women who were as tall and strong as they were beautiful. In recent years, the emergence of Futanari and the growing popularity of women joining their ranks only added to the mystique of what was, in his mind, the perfect female dominant.Both women towered over his five foot, eight inch height. Was that the primary reason he'd developed a fascination with larger women? The almost comedic taboo of a large-and-in-charge female with a smaller man? Was it the stark contrast.