I Came for the Books, Left With a Big Tiddy Goth [MF]

Esme was about 5"7 with a jet-black bob framing her face and soft hazel eyes. With big, full breasts and thick, strong thighs, Esme had a powerful and captivating presence, balanced by a smaller, toned waist, hips, and ass. Her skin was a canvas of tattoos, snaking up and down both arms and thighs, along with a small back piece and larger chest piece, each with its own story. Raised a devout Christian, she's since left the faith and embraces a more independent path as a proud "big tiddy goth gf." We met on a dating app, and I found out that she didn't live near me at all, but was visiting my city for the weekend to support her friend who was publishing a book.

While she could make no promises about her schedule, she did invite me to meet her at a small neighborhood bookstore while her friend chatted with the owners. Esme had no idea how long they would be at the bookstore or what her plans would be afterwards, and her friend could've dragged her anywhere. While I didn't have high expectations for such a "date", the store was less than five minutes from me, and I figured it was at least a good reason to get out and about at a decent hour on a Saturday morning. I got to the store a little early and enjoyed walking up and down the aisles, smelling the fresh books and flipping through the crisp pages.

Although I'd never heard Esme's voice before that day, when I heard the door open and a husky, sultry laugh from the front of the store, I knew she had arrived. I whirled around and saw two girls walk into the store, holding a couple of copies of the same book. My eyes immediately locked on the taller one who was still laughing warmly- we made eye contact, and Esme gave me a cheeky smile and wink. She immediately pulled her friend's arm and led her to the left, where the cash registers were, but not before shooting me a quick glance that I interpreted as "hold on."

I was slightly captivated by how high the back of her short black dress crept up her thick thighs, and I could swear she threw an extra sashay in just to tease me. A few long minutes later, Esme found my spot in the back of the store and told me that her friend was busy in the office, and we had some time to get to know each other. Conversation was light and easy, and I was only slightly distracted by how deep her neckline plunged over her massive, milky white boobs. "Mommy milkers," Esme said and stuck out her tongue when she caught me eyes dropping for the upteenth time. "Sorry," I responded, feeling like I got caught with my hand in the cookie jar. "Don't be," Esme said sweetly, "I wore this dress for you, and brought this just in case I wasn't feeling it." She gave me a mischievous smile and lifted up a thin black shawl from her purse.

I smiled back and asked her if she wanted to walk around the store and see if anything caught her eye while her friend was busy in the office. She nodded excitedly and grabbed my hand, practically dragging me to the romance/erotica/smut nook, which she magically knew how to find immediately. Esme's eyes flashed as she pointed out all the books she had read, and which authors knew how to write a true "girlbook"-the others didn't include enough plot or weren't immersive enough with the spicy details. I laughed and told her that I was glad she was there, as I would otherwise never dare to be in the romance aisle. Esme's eyes went wide, and she asked me if that meant I had never read any sexy stories. "Uhhh, kinda? I've never read from a naughty novel," I replied, unwilling to divulge my secret.

"Close your eyes, I'll read you a little something," she whispered, flipping the book to a random page. I swear her voice got more sultry with every line she read, and though I was holding back laughter while hearing her read an erotic novel from the male perspective, Esme definitely turned herself on. Curious, I asked if she enjoyed reading specifically from the male perspective. She smiled and said, "99% of these books are written from the female perspective, but I just grabbed this one randomly." She explained that it was easier for her to imagine herself in the story when it came from a woman's mind and voice.

The quiet corners of the store, the rustle of pages, and her sultry voice reading in a hushed whisper created a bubble I didn't want to burst. Eventually, Esme lowered the book and looked at me with a sly smile. She admitted, almost shyly, that she had known she'd be alone most of the morning and early afternoon- her friend had planned a brunch outing with her publicist and some others after their stop at the store. She hadn't wanted to share all the details before we met, giving her an easier out had we not vibed. I asked her if she wanted to explore the city with me while she was here. After a pause, Esme mentioned that their Airbnb had a small issue and asked if I could help her fix it, as she was worried about potential charges from the landlord.

While I was convinced that was just a sexy ruse, I told her that I'd be happy to help her fix it, and Esme told me that she'd drive me over and then back to my place when we were done. Turns out, there actually was a problem with the hinge, causing her bathroom door to scrape the hardwood floors. After about three twists from a Phillips head screwdriver, it was as good as new, and Esme kept me on my toes yet again by giving me a quick kiss and then leading the way out the door to drive me home. I gave her turn-by-turn directions, and to her credit, Esme only said "yes, sir" twice before biting her lip and making the turn.

When Esme pulled into a guest parking spot and started applying lipstick instead of dropping me off at my building and leaving, I finally caught on to her plan. Despite my usual knack for missing obvious signals, I wasn't about to let this one slip by. I turned to her and asked, "So... do you want to come in?" Esme smirked, "Only if you tell me you like all my tattoos." We'd talked about her tattoos before, but that was the first time either of us had mentioned them that day. "I like all your tattoos," I said quickly. She giggled and arched an eyebrow. "How do you know? You haven't seen them all yet." I laughed and teased back, "Do you use that line on all the guys?" She grinned, "Only to the ones who've proven they know how to screw…" I kissed her and cupped her cheek in my hand. "I'm not going to get the last word in, am I?" I murmured. "No, sir," she replied between kisses, "better stop talking and just kiss me."

I didn't respond and just kissed her there for a few minutes before leaning over to grab the door handle and push the door open. We practically ran to my apartment and skipped the snacks, drinks, or making out on the couch I had planned. I grabbed some water bottles, and Esme stopped in my bathroom to grab a towel before pulling me onto my bed. "I'm so wet, practically dripping down my thighs," she breathed while spreading it out on my bed. I leaned forward to kiss her and slipped my hand underneath her ridiculously short skirt to feel her panties. Lace and absolutely soaked. I kissed her neck and slipped her dress straps off her shoulders so that I could kiss my way across her collarbone and down into her incredibly soft tits.

Esme pulled her dress off and sat cheekily in front of me wearing just a matching purple lace lingerie set. My eyes drank in her mischievous smile, incredible curves, and gothic tattoos for about three seconds. Then I buried my face in her chest and slid her bra off so my tongue could meet her pink nipples. Esme moaned and asked me if I wanted to fuck her big boobs. "Not yet," was all I could reply with before kissing and licking my way down her stomach to reach her almost matching purple panties, while Esme's bra was light purple, her panties had a big, dark, wet spot. I yanked them down her thick thighs and watched a thick gob of grool drip down onto the towel. Not the best reflexes, but I did manage to catch the next one with my tongue.

Esme had a pretty pussy, with purple lips almost as dark as her panties and a thick but short landing strip pointing right at her engorged clit. Esme liked gentle clit play but rough fingering and fucking, so I just bent over to breathe hot breath over her glistening pussy before gently licking the tip of her clit with my tongue. Esme moaned and said, "just like that" when I slipped two fingers into her soaking wet cunt. It wasn't easy to finger fuck her roughly while mainting just the lightest of touches on her clit, but I soon got the hang of it and Esme's moans encouraged me to keep a steady rhthym. After a few more minutes, I felt a slight tremor and gush on my hand and looked up to see Esme's smiling face. "That was a cummette," she told me, "like a baby orgasm, but it leads to big things ahead." I laughed and told her I was glad to be on the right path. "Speaking of big things… You can't hide that from me anymore."

I pulled my shorts off, and Esme got on all fours. "Just hold onto my hips and rail me," she moaned. One smooth stroke and I was balls deep in her tight and wet little pussy. Her hair was a little short to grab, but as she requested, her hips were perfect. I held them so tightly that there were distinct red fingerprints on her skin when I let go to give her the occasional spank. And there I was, holding onto her hips and giving her slow and deep strokes while trying to read her tattoos upside down while her hands clutched my headboard, when I felt her pussy tighten up. This did not feel like another cummette, and I picked up the pace to match her quickening breathing. I was close to cumming myself and got lost in the dirty talk when I suddenly heard her urgently whisper, "Andy, pull out!!"

Surprised as hell, I pulled out and asked Esme if she was okay. For a few seconds, there was silence, then I put my hand on her back and felt her body shudder as she let out a loud moan that pierced through the pillow, trying vainly to muffle it. A split second later, Esme's hips buckled again, and she squirted all over that poor towel. I watched her squirt like a fountain and then kissed her ass before grabbing her a water bottle. We both settled down on our backs to catch our breath and sip water while she apologized for not giving me a warning. "Usually, I feel more of a buildup, and I would've warned you that I was going to squirt, but this time it was very sudden," she whispered sheepishly.

I kissed her forehead and told her that it was fine, just a momentary scare, and then rested my head on her soft boobs while we lapsed into a comfortable silence. Esme told me that she'd need a bit before another round, while pointedly massaging the red marks I left on her hips. "But I see that you are still hard… wanna fuck my tits now?" she whispered sultrily. I eagerly obliged and sat up in bed to grab some lube and pull off my condom. "Uh uh, we don't need that," Esme said as she slapped away my lube offer. She then pulled my legs out on either side of her and kneeled over my cock. "I have all the lubricant we need right here" she said before opening her mouth and drooling all over her own tits.

Esme told me that titfucks were her specialty and I could see why. She gave such sloppy head and there was no need for any lube when she slipped my wet cock between her soft tits. She was a dirty talk queen and only stopped speaking to suck the tip of my cock or drool into her cleavage. To top it all off, she played with her nipples as she held my cock between her boobs and moaned like it was just as pleasurable for her. As soon as I told her that I was getting close, she turned it up ten notches and maintained eye contact while testing the waters for different types of dirty talk. She must've liked my reaction to ‘goth slut' because that punctutated every sentence out of her mouth while she slowly incresed the pressure of her boobs squeezing my cock. "Are you going to cum for this goth slut?" she moaned. "I want you to cum all over this big tiddy goth slut."

I resigned to my fate when Esme's eyes flashed and she pushed the envelope, "cum all over this goth mommy, Andy, I want you to drain your balls all over my boobs and tattoos." I closed my eyes and came, not opening them until I heard her giggle and tickle my sensitive balls. "Look at this mess," Esme laughed- you were more pent up than I was. I laughed too, and got her a warm towel to clean up. Although it was one round, it was long, and we were both spent. We relaxed for a bit and then changed my sheets, because, towel or no towel, my bed was wrecked. Who knows, maybe her friend will write another book, and she'll come back- next time, I'll be ready for her body shaking squirts