Being tied up was different with them because it was consensual & I knew they would be letting me go. I had just moved to this town several months ago... I made a few friends & dated a couple ladies here by now.Apparently word had gotten around about my size, as I would see the wide smiles grow on the girls’ faces as I walked by them. “Hi, Dave” they would say in a very alluring way-giggling to each other. Many would wink at me & invite me over to their house for some fun.The woman that has me. I ended up with lilac satin panties and bra, trimmed with black lace. They perfectly matched the dress that I thought of wearing, and as I had been encouraged to step into the changing rooms, undress, be properly measured, and try them on, I could attest that they fitted perfectly, and looked adorable. By 2.00pm I had showered, dressed, and spent forever with make up and hair. I wanted to look perfect. I wore a knee length, sleeveless purple dress and black high heels. I tried hard to hold on. I said please keep fucking me. I asked him if he fucking liked it. If he fucking wanted more. I told him to fuck me hard and cum inside my pussy. I told him to keep going. Fuck yes. Don't stop. Please cum for me. Give it to me baby. As my words got filthier and my orgasm got closer, I clinched my pussy around his cock and he moaned as he felt me tighten up around him. I started cumming and moaning and begging for more. God, it felt incredible. He was pounding me hard and I could feel his body. Her already cum-lubed hair-trimmed lips parted easily to accept and welcome it.“Ah, that always feels good. I love being nice and slippery with a man’s cream when the next one slides in, like you just did. What would you think if it was someone else’s instead of yours? Would that be even sexier?” He grinned as an answer and pushed a little bit harder.They fucked for a while and then she asked, “Why don’t you come over after school tomorrow, about 4 o’clock? I’ve got a boyfriend coming at three.