And just as the strains began, a deep voice sounded in my ear.
"Relax baby girl," it commanded. "Relax."
I started involuntarily, helpless already. Because this definitely wasn't the voice of a gnome. It was dark and sexy, making me twinge unexpectedly inside, inner channel running wetly. Warm breath skated across my neck and I realized the man behind me had to be tall, over six feet at least.
"Hi," I said breathily. "I wasn't sure you'd come."
But any small talk was cut off immediately. As the band launched into its first riff, the man behind me merely nipped my neck once lightly with his teeth, making me squeal out loud.
"No talking," was all he ground out in reply. "No talking."
And breathing hard, I nodded, sensations already on high. Of course no talking, right. We weren't going to exchange any words, this was a completely anonymous encounter, a random stranger fingering my pussy until I came, and then dissolving into the woodwork like it'd never happened. There were no words, no faces, no names, no nothing, we were two strangers meeting in the night. So nodding my head slightly again, I forced myself to look forwards, eyes blind. Every muscle in my body was slightly tense, every nerve on edge as the big stranger moved in back of me.
And then I felt it. His hand on the outside of my thigh, caressing, warm, hot even, the palm curiously gentle for someone so big.
"Shit," was all the voice said behind me. "Shit."
I whined slightly despite his warning that I wasn't supposed to talk. But this wasn't talking, this was the animal sound of a woman in heat, a female ready to be touched and fucked. Because suddenly I didn't care. I needed this to happen, desperately wanted it, and my ass bumped against him, begging for more.
"Horny little slut, aren't you?" came a dark chuckle in back of me. "Horny, huh?"
But I was still now, unable to move, because on that one bump I'd felt something hard press against my flesh and it wasn't his belt buckle. I'd instinctively raised my butt, seeking his touch, and my ass had brushed against a fucking hard snake. I'm a virgin, but I know aroused cock when it touches me, and oh god, but that massive staff wasn't just hard. It was pure steel, stiff enough to punch through metal, and the realization made me even hornier.
"Please Daddy," I cried out throatily, low so that no one could hear but us. "Please," I begged.
The big man chuckled behind me, moving even closer, the rustle of his jacket evident. He pulled it forwards so that it shielded us, or at least shielded my ass, and then whispered in my ear.
"It's coming little one, don't worry, it's coming."
And just like that, the play started again. His fingers ran up the backs of my thighs, trailing lightly, teasing my flesh, making me shiver uncontrollably. But then they stopped, and I moaned, the anticipation almost painful, gyrating my hips desperately. But I knew why he'd stopped. Because I hadn't worn panties and my partner had just discovered that fact, lightly sampling my bare, wet flesh.
"Little slut, aren't you?" he rasped directly into my ear. "What little whore doesn't wear panties? Nasty little cumbuckets, that's who."
The words should have made me so angry, should have turned me off, they were so demeaning. But instead, I only wanted it more, the heat inside ramping up a million degrees because yeah, tonight I wanted to be a man's cumbucket. I wanted to throw my inhibitions to the wind and become a receptacle for a strange male, to let him finger me everywhere, touch where he wanted, using my body until I collapsed.
"Oh yeah Daddy," I breathed, cunt dripping wildly. "I'm your cumbucket, only yours."
He grunted in back of me, that thick, hot dick brushing my ass again.
"Not tonight, you're not, you're just a fingerholster tonight. But later, I promise," he whispered into my ear again. "Later baby girl."
And with that the big man began his exploration once more.
"Mmm, I like," he ground out, low for my ears only. "I like a lot."
I whined slightly, wiggling my butt. Because the man was stroking my curvy rump, running his fingers over that ass before gripping the flesh and squeezing hard, making me jump. Oh god, it felt so good as he kneaded and massaged, and I held perfectly still, letting him touch wherever he wanted, wild and wanton.
"I'm not even there yet," he rumbled, deep voice amused and smooth. "I haven't even touched Wonderland yet. But we're getting there."
Because slowly, oh so slowly, his fingers began to worm their way in. No, not into my vaginal channel, not yet. Instead, he put two fingers against the small of my back, pointing downwards, and began a slow slide vertically. That's right, he pushed two digits down my back and slid right into my butt crack making my eyes fly open. Was this really happening? Was this man really reaching down deep between my ass cheeks, slightly sweaty and plump? Was he really gonna to touch my anus, that nasty, private hole?
And oh yeah, but Donny's not a man to hesitate. Because in one fell swoop, that huge hand was buried between my butt cheeks, the mounds of flesh squeezing him tight. And pausing for a moment, the big man enjoyed it, wiggling his fingers as heavy buttocks clamped around him.
"I love a woman with extra curves," he rasped into my ear. "And fuck baby, but you've got ‘em."
My entire body went hot then, pussy streaming wetly. Because oh yeah, I'm a big girl and sometimes it's not easy. Sometimes it's embarrassing if the space between restaurant tables is a little small, or if you have to ask for the seatbelt extender on the plane. But now, his words made me feel so wanted, so desirable and utterly female. Because I was doing something a skinny chick couldn't. My ass is so generous, my rump so big that he could bury two fingers inside and get lost in the clamminess, the ginormous mounds eating him up.
But Donny didn't stop there.
"Sorry baby girl," he panted into my ear. "But Daddy doesn't have time for playing with your back hole now, I gotta fuck the good stuff."
Because his fingers slid lower, lower, all the way through my butt cheeks until they stroked my pussy. And once there, I sighed gustily, eyes drifting shut, whole body going weak. Because those digits caressed my lips, touching the soft swollen folds, sampling the slickness that oozed from my honey hole just for him. Oh god, it felt so good, but to my utter dismay, a hot rush of goo gushed out just then, filling his palm with desire.
"Oh!" I cried out, half-twisting with humiliation. "Oh!"
I wasn't sure what I was going to do, pull away and show everyone my naked pussy, flashing female assets at the crowd? It was so embarrassing to be this wet, like I was some kind of oozing lagoon.
But the big man pinned me in place with an arm across my lower back effortlessly, making it impossible to move.
"Naw baby girl," he rumbled. "This is what I live for, I love female honey. Do it again," he commanded.
And to my embarrassment, I did. The ambrosia was running like a waterfall between my legs now and at his words, another giant gush came rolling out, over-filling his palm. My ears flamed, face so hot. Oh god, oh god, I was such a slut, such a whore creaming like this for a man I didn't even know. I stood stock still, trembling with combined lust and embarrassment, mind pinging in a dozen different directions. Was this really me? Was this really happening? Who was this man again? What was I doing here?
But Donny didn't give me time to snap back to reality. Instead those magic fingers kept going, taking me for a ride. Chuckling darkly, he started caressing me for real. Up and down, up and down, his fingers stroked my swollen labia in a rhythmic fashion, making me squirm, each brush against my clit so tantalizing, shivers running through my cunt. And oh fuck, but my clit grew like a monster. I have a huge one when aroused, it's two inches long, sticking out from my labia and I squealed as he brushed it.
Because oh yeah, the strange man behind me pinched it once, making me shriek, before settling into a deep pussy rub, currents of electricity running through my frame, cunt weak with need.
"Ah!" I cried out involuntarily, knees buckling. "Ah!"
The arm around my waist tightened, supporting me. But Donny wanted more.
"Hold onto the bannister," he ground harshly into my ear. "Hold onto the bannister and spread ‘em."
Like a woman in a trance, I did as commanded. Wobbly and breathing fast, I gripped the railing, leaning my shoulders forwards like I was trying to get closer to the music and subtly spread my legs. Was it good? Was it what he wanted? A dose of reality hit me for a sec and I came to, startled. Oh my god, I'm a curvy girl and he could feel exactly how big I was down there. No thin, skinny thighs, no flat pancake butt. I'm all about huge ham hocks for legs, dimpled and sweet and a giant butt, the better to shake. In fact, I'd already shaken it and bumped into his dick by accident, my real estate was so significant.