[cherokee_nation]

Ok, here's part 2. Written for my Lady, Polyphema. I hope you all enjoy it!

Part II

It had been almost a month since their first date. He had called her twice since, once the day after and then again earlier in the week. In the meantime he went back to his gray little life. So it came as a surprise when he opened the door to his apartment one morning to find her standing in the hallway. She was the same height as when they had first met, about 5’4”. She was wearing a pair of gray sweatpants and a loose fitting T-shirt, her face was slightly flushed. He could smell her sweat, a sweet, musky odor that aroused him in ways he couldn’t explain.
“I’ve been thinking,” she brushed past him into the apartment, “You see, when you first called me, I thought you were after something.” He followed her down the hallway and into his living room.
“Then, when you called me this week, I realized something: Most men I fuck fight me when they see me start to grow,” his cock felt like burning steel in his pants, “But not you. You actually seemed to enjoy it.” She turned as she said this, looked down at his raging hard on, and a predatory smile spread across her face.
“I think you love me, little man.”
He opened his mouth to say something, when his phone began to ring.
“Shit, I’m going to be late for work.” He ran to his bedroom to grab his briefcase, and was running for the front door when he stopped short. She had blocked his path by bracing herself against one wall and propping her leg against the opposite wall, something a 5’4” person couldn’t do. He looked down and saw that her pant leg had ridden up, exposing her ankle and some of her calf. For the first time he noticed how toned her muscles were.
“I didn’t say you could leave, little man,” She was just past his height now, about 5’8” or 5’9”, “We still have matters to discuss.” He protested, limply, but she merely stood up straight and placed a finger over his lips.
“Shhhhh.” She slid her finger down his lips, his neck, and then curled her fingers around his tie. She tugged him in close for a kiss, lightly parting her lips. He closed his eyes and opened his mouth, but just as she reached him, she stopped and laughed.
“Oh, yeah,” She said, “You do love me.” She walked toward the living room, pulling him with her by his tie.
“Now,” She sat down on his small couch, he made to follow but she stopped him and left him standing in front of her, “I’ve never kept a plaything before, but if you can convince me, I may consider it.” His erection threatened his pants and she took notice.
“I want you to tell me that you’re mine, and when I beleive you, then you can cum.” He smiled.
“That’s easy enough,” He said, “I’m yours.” She laughed and shook her head.
“No. Not that easy,” She moved the coffee table farther from the couch, then positioned him so he was standing right in front of her.
“You’ll start,” She grunted lightly, and he watched as she rose a few inches, “Here.” She moved his hands to the waistband of her sweatpants. As he gently pulled them down over her hips, he heard two loud thumps as she set her feet on the coffee table, essentially trapping him between her legs. He moved achingly slow, purposefully teasing her to great effect. He had gotten them to her knees when he noticed how strained the elastic in them was getting. When he finally got them off, she was somewhere near 6’5”. For a moment he simply admired her, she wasn’t wearing panties, and the view was glorious. She had enough of the coy treatment; she grabbed the back of his head and forced his face into her hungry pussy. He began to gently work her clit, and her orgasm built quickly. She kept her hand on the back of his head, and his own arousal built as he felt her hand cover more and more of his head. As she neared orgasm, she pressed his head deeper and harder into her pussy. He was finding hard to breath, but he knew he needed to hold out, she needed to cum or he might not prove himself to her. He was starting to see white around the edges of his eyesight, but he could hear her orgasm. He felt her thrash and twitch beneath him, but she still kept her hand on the back of his head. Finally sated, she let go and he gasped for breath. She looked down at him, she had to be 6’9” now. He smiled weakly at her.
“I’m yours.” He gasped. She shook her head again.
“No. Not yet, but I think you will be.” She picked him up, “Now, where’s your bedroom?” He pointed in the direction of the hallway. He held on and looked up at her in awe. He couldn’t wrap his whole hand around her bicep, she smiled that predator smile again as she ducked through the doorway to his bedroom. She tossed him on the bed and stood at the foot of it.
“Oooo,” she looked up, “Vaulted ceilings? Nice touch.” She winked at him. She looked down at herself and said: “I’m sorry to say it, but I don’t think this shirt is going to make it.” With that she turned around, and he got his first look at her glorious ass. She hunched forward and flexed, and the tiny shirt nearly exploded off of her.
“Now,” She turned back around, pulling the remains off of her, “What to do about you?” He had been starting to take off his clothes, and she yanked off his pants in one swift pull. She attacked his dick with her tongue and lips, he moaned in response. She wasn’t starting slow like he did with her, she knew how close he was, and he had to do his best to not cum right away.
“Not yet!” he screamed inside his head, “Not yet! Not yet! Not yet!” His body began to twitch in ecstasy; he bit his lip and strained, and just when he couldn’t hold out anymore, she stopped. She rose in front of him: reaching seven feet and passing it, finally stopping just shy of the ten foot ceiling. His cock throbbed before her. He needed her, needed to cum inside her and fill her up.
“I’m yours.” He managed to say. She straddled the bed and lowered herself onto him. She felt amazing as she slid onto him, her pussy was warm and soft and heavenly. She leaned over and brought her face close to his.
“No. Not yet. You’re very close, but you can’t cum yet. When I say you can, then you’ll be mine.” And with that she started bucking. The feel of her giant pussy was intoxicating, he could feel her tightening on him, his cock felt like it was going to explode, and he tried his best to not cum.
“Do it!” She screamed in orgasm, “Do it now! Fill me!” and he screamed with her.
“I’m yours!” he screamed, “I’m yours, I’m yours I’m yours!” she went on for minutes, finally rolling off him and pulling his head onto one of her gargantuan breasts.
“I’m yours!” his hushed whisper was like a prayer to her, “I’m yours. I’m yours.” he repeated it over and over again. She kissed him hard, pressed his forehead to hers and looked deeply into his eyes. She laughed and gave her lioness smile.
“You always were.”