Special: Amy and Buster's Special Workout

My name is Amy Higgs. I'm forty-two years old and the mother of two sweet, amazing kids - Avery (19) and Zoey (13). But… I have a secret. Even though I shouldn't, I have feelings for someone again. Something I promised myself I'd never get again after my husband basically disappeared. We'd never officially gotten a divorce, either, so technically I was cheating. On top of everything else, the man I have feelings for is not even human…

"Isn't Mason so handsome?" A familiar voice sighed dreamily from beside me. It was my best friend, Linda -she was the one who convinced me to start exercising at the gym we're currently working out in. (In a not-so-friendly way, she'd started dropping hints that I needed to start working out before I "let myself go.") She was a mother as well, and happily married, so it was always a shock to see her checking out men so openly.

I glanced in the direction of her gaze, moving my feet on the pedals of my work bike, panting softly. Mason was a handsome guy, I suppose. Big, dark-skinned, beautiful facial features, and a delicious, thickset body- not to mention his "package", which was so big there was always a visible bulge in his sweats. But I was more interested in the Machamp that stood at Mason's side with his four, muscular arms crossed.

It was probably very weird that I was so attracted to such a strange-looking Pokemon. Perhaps if he was still a Machoke, which was a bit more human-shaped, my feelings might be a bit little more understandable, but the object of my affections went beyond humanoid and into a bit of a freaky territory. Extremely buff, four-armed, gray-skinned, and hung as heck… Honestly, I was getting aroused just thinking about him: My sensitive, swelling clit rubbed deliciously against the seat of my exercise bike.

Like Mason, his trainer, Buster was a fitness instructor at this gym. Funnily enough, he was a lot meaner than his trainer. Very strict and forceful, but I liked that about him. I liked that Buster got angry with me when I didn't exercise enough or ate an unhealthy snack in front of him because it made me want to impress him. Hence why I'd been working harder and harder lately. I'd dropped a pretty significant amount of pounds. I'm still chubby, but I'll probably always be at least a little thick.

"Yeah he's dreamy," I sighed, wiping the sweat from my brow. My eyes were latched onto those four muscular, hot arms.

'I want to be wrapped up in them...And to think I used to shame people on the news about this very thing.'

Now that I've been swept up in not-so-innocent feelings for a Pokemon, I regretted every speaking ill of those people. Mason glanced over at us. He noticed my gaze locked on Buster and walked over. Okay, so maybe I was attracted to Mason because my eyes unconsciously latched onto his penis.

'Oh my, the way it shifts when he's in motion…it's enough to make a woman drool…from both mouths.'

"Hey girls," Mason greeted, smiling. My heart fluttered when he called us girls. It was untrue, I hardly look young, but it still felt good to hear. "How are you doing today, working hard?"

Buster grunted from beside Mason, staring at me with suspicious eyes. When I'd first started coming here, I'd really been lazy about exercising, but Buster whipped me into shape.

"Hey, Mason! You know it~!" Linda replied in a cheery, sing-song voice. "Gotta keep this ass tight for you," she winked. I shook my head. Why would she say something like that!? Mason caught my eye, grinning when he saw my exasperated expression. We both knew Linda had a "way with words", or a lack thereof, especially when she was talking to Mason.

"I lost about five pounds last time I checked. Still a way away from my goal but it's still progress," I smiled.

Mason glanced at my figure. "I can see that. Looking good, Amy." I blushed under his praise. His voice was deep and sugary sweet, it'd make any girl blush. "Anyways, I didn't come over here to socialize. I'm going to be taking a trip to Alola in a few days. Sadly, Buster here won't be going." Mason reached over and lightly slapped one of Buster's huge arms.

Linda gasped in horror. "Alola!? But that's so far away! What'll I do when I come to get a workout and your handsome face isn't here to look at?"

I giggled. "Jeez, Linda! Have some decency!"

The bottle-blond woman gave me the stink eye. "Oh please, Amy. Like you're not pretending that bike seat is Mason's face. I see the way you look at him."

My entire face burned. I was horrified. "L-Linda!" I glanced at Mason, hoping he wasn't taking her words too seriously. If Mason ever really looked closely, he could see that I never looked at him in that way. It was Buster I was staring at. My eyes always unconsciously slid up and down Buster's immense, muscular body. He made me think dirty things. Fantasies about his mouth on my womanhood, all four of his hands wrapped around my waist and hips filled me every time I came here. And the thoughts didn't leave when I got home, either…

My eyes flickered down to Buster's crotch. His cock was so big and thick, tenting his briefs. How did those even work, anyhow? Did wild Machamp also have those little undies? If so, was it skin? I didn't really understand, but I brain refused to consider it for long. All I could think about was the meaty length I saw through the material. I unconsciously rolled my hips, picturing myself riding up and down on Buster's thick, long cock. I panted a little as the seat of the bike pressed into my clit, sending pleasure shooting through the swollen nub. I managed to force back my moans, still staring at Buster's crotch.

"Leave her alone," Mason chuckled, and shot a wink in my direction. His voice saying my name knocked me out of my sexy little daydream, and I turned bright red. I hoped neither of them noticed the way I'd gotten really into "Exercising" for the past few seconds…"Anyways, Amy. I know you have two kids and all that, but I could really use someone to check up on Buster the days I'm gone. If you're too busy it's fine but I'd like for it to be you."

I froze and raised my eyebrows. "What? Me?"

Mason chuckled. "Is there another Amy here?"

I blushed. "No, but...why me? I've never had a Pokémon before, other than my ex-husband's, and he was the one who took care of them. I don't think I'm the best person to check up on him. I wouldn't even know what I've checking up on. Linda would be a far better choice for this, she has a lot of Pokemon."

Linda scoffed. "You know how busy I am with Jacky and the girls. I told you they're coming home this weekend, didn't I?" So much for being in love with Mason and doing anything for him.

I sighed. "Why is Buster even being left behind? And why not leave him with a relative in the first place?"

Mason crossed his arms, frowning. "He doesn't want to go. He has too much of a firm schedule with himself. Insists on watching over the gym cause he doesn't trust the new guys." The new employees were quite lazy and irresponsible, so that was valid distrust.

"Champ!" Buster proudly stuck his massive chest out, nodding and grinning wide. I couldn't help but find that adorable. He was so prideful when it came to the gym, and himself. And so responsible! He wanted to work instead of go on vacation with his trainer?

"As for relatives, I'm from Kanto. I don't know anyone nearby who I can trust. He likes you a lot, so, I figured why not?"

Buster liked me!? I blushed and glanced nervously at the Machamp. He was staring at me, nodding slightly. He wasn't smiling though, and he was always so mean to me, so I doubted it was true. It was impossible not to be happy when Mason claimed Buster liked me. Flushed, I cleared my throat.

"W-well, um…"

"You don't need to come every day or anything like that. Or babysit him. Just...stop in and see how he's doing once in a while? Sound good?"

"Well, I-"

"Thanks, Amy. Here's my business card with my number. I'll text you the details tonight!" Mason handed me a business card with a photo of him on it as well as his email and Pokétch number. "Now we need to head out. Gotta pack and all that." Mason turned and walked away before I could say anything. I stared, dumbfounded, at his back.

"Champ champ," Buster grumbled, crossing both sets of arms. His gaze was locked on me. I cocked my head, wondering what he was trying to say. Buster bowed his head, smiled slightly, and followed Mason. I understood now; he was saying thanks. Honestly, that all but sealed the deal for me. Though, the idea of getting alone time with Buster was enough to get me pumped in the first place. I was probably smiling like an idiot. It was rare to see Buster smile; his expression was usually a permanent scowl. Did Buster actually like me?

I'm sure Mason meant he liked me in a normal, healthy way. Like as a friend of Mason's, or something like that, but it was enough to make my heart race regardless.

"Interesting," Linda chuckled. She was climbing off her work bike. When she saw my questioning gaze she shrugged. "Mason's leaving. No more man meat to stare at. Though I guess Wyatt's not bad looking."

We both glanced in the direction of a thickset, long-haired man who was walking the floor. He had the tendency to stare and scare off female customers, and Mason was much more charismatic, so he worked the floor way less often than Mason who practically lived there. He was handsome like Linda said, but he had a creepy look to him that I just wasn't a fan of. I decided I'd head out too.

Linda and I headed to the changing room and showers. We both stripped, turned on the water, and hopped underneath. I was washing my body when Linda suddenly stopped and stared at me.

"You really have lost weight, haven't you? Your tits are looking like way less flab and way more...tit." Linda was grasping at her own breasts. Despite having some sag, they were still perky and beautiful with lovely pink nipples. My own were quite undesirable in comparison, but they were still better than they had been a few months ago. I'd always hated how large they were, way more than a handful, and droopier than I'd like. Not to mention the stretch marks…My nipples were also quite large and overly sensitive, so honestly, my breasts were a real pain to deal with…

I sighed, scrubbing my hair. "Thanks, Linda. It's nice to hear that. Sadly, still single for life."

Linda snorted. "I don't know. I saw the way Mason was looking at you. Like he wanted to bend you over and plow. God, he's so young and hunky...I bet his load would be huge."

I was red-faced and flustered again. She was far too forward! "You sure do notice a lot of things that aren't true, Linda. Jeez…" If it was true it was flattering, for sure. But Mason was nearly half my age…...It couldn't be true. Even so, the idea of having a young man crushing on me and looking at me in a desirable way was quite exciting. Today had been far too stimulating for me.

As I finished washing up, I kept thinking about the business card in my pocket. About being able to see Buster outside of the gym. It was wishful thinking, and something only an idiot and a Poképhile would think about but I couldn't help but find the idea of being alone with Buster exciting. In fact, my clit was aching just thinking about it. If Linda wasn't there, I would have toyed with my clit until I came. Instead, throbbing with need, I finished up and headed home.

I was still horny when I got home. Painfully so. My son and daughter were both locked away in their rooms, doing whatever it is those kids do, so I headed to my own room and stripped off my tight, pink sweat suit. My swollen clit was aching against the inside of my damp panties. I had to resist the urge to play with it then and there. During the walk home I kept thinking about how Buster's cock had looked bulged up against his briefs. How big would Buster's penis be when it was erect? I wanted to find out…

And now the thought had wandered back into my brain; I needed to deal with it. I was leaking all over my underwear. I locked the door and headed to my bed, opening my nightstand drawer. I pulled out a familiar "friend" of mine. A thick, large, veiny dildo, about seven inches long and one and a half thick. It never failed to bring me to wet, messy orgasms. My body was shivering with delight just thinking about it.

Lately, my most common fantasy featured Buster- of course- lifting me up and down on his huge hunk of man-meat. A shiver shot through my clit, a weak pulse causing me to drip even more. I hurriedly slid my underwear off and tossed them to the floor. They landed in a heap with my other clothes. I splayed myself across my bed and sighed, spreading my legs.

I was right. I had been dripping all over the place. My thighs were painted with my own juices, and my clit was swollen and pink. I ran my thumb across it, shivering violently. I managed to force back a moan, covering my mouth with my hand. I was wet enough to put it in, but I decided to tease myself a little bit, anyway. I toyed with my clit, rubbing the stiff little nub, shaking my hips. Every touch sent shivers shooting up my spine, and juices dripping from my lips. I rolled my index finger around the tip, biting my bottom lip.

"F-fuck…" I gasped, rubbing harder now. Bucking into my hand. "Oh...oh!" A particularly delicious lance of pleasure shot through my clit, and in order to hold back my already looming orgasm, I stopped touching my clit altogether. My large breasts heaved as I panted, shifting into a sitting position. The urge to stick my fingers between my legs again was nearly impossible to resist. I satiated the urge by lightly grinding into the blankets beneath my body, shuddering. The slight, teasing scratch of the material against my aching clit felt so good.

I gazed at the dildo in my hand in a haze, parting my lips and wrapping them around it. The thick, hard length slid into my mouth. I was easily able to take it into the back of my throat. I masturbated frequently and giving my dildo oral and emulating a blowjob as I teased my fat little clit was one of my favorite things to do. I bobbed my head up and down it, drooling as much as possible. Getting it nice and slippery for penetration.

It was deep in the back of my throat when a loud knocking sound exploded in the air. I gasped and proceeded to basically choke on the dildo. That was a knock on my bedroom door! I was glad I locked it because of course, the knock was followed by an impatient turning of the doorknob. I hurriedly slid the dildo out and stuffed it under my pillow.

"O-one second!"

"Hurry up," My daughter's voice snapped. I didn't even have to see her to know she was tapping her foot on the floor and crossing her arms. I sighed, gazing down at my body. My nipples and lower lips were swollen. I wanted to take care of that before anything else but my daughter, Zoey, had apparently chosen now as the time to stop ignoring me. But I did have a responsibility and masturbating at my age was hardly appropriate, so I got up, quickly dressed, and opened the door.

"S-sorry." I smiled, nervous. My entire body was buzzing with repressed sexual energy. "What can I do for you, honey?"

"Make me a snack. I'm hungry. And my friends are coming over so make lots. "

My body throbbed with protest. I didn't want to make a snack. I wanted to think about Buster and cum. My mouth watered and I inhaled deeply, trying to focus on my responsibility as a mom. I forced the urges away. Daughter first, orgasm far behind. "Sure, honey. But what did I say about inviting friends over without asking me first?" Zoey shrugged and walked away.

"Call me when you're done."

She didn't even have the decency to keep me company while I did it! Truly, where did I go wrong with her? Avery was such a good, polite boy. Why couldn't she be more like him? Sighing, I headed downstairs and started making her the cupcakes I knew she enjoyed. I was waiting for the oven to preheat when Mason's business card wandered into my head. I still needed to text him about Buster. Might as well do it now.

I hurriedly rushed upstairs and grabbed the card from my pants pocket, as well as my Pokétch. Unlike Avery and Zoey's mine was an older kind. It was a handheld machine, and it certainly didn't strap around my wrist so conveniently. There was no voice to text option either, so my messages had to be typed out. I put in Mason's Pokétch number and sent him a hello.

Mason: [Have you thought about what I asked?]

Amy: [Yes, and I'm alright with taking care of Buster if you really need it. But are you sure I'm the right person to do it?]

Mason: [Not taking care of, just checking up on! And considering Buster's mad I said "not take care of" I'd say yes, you are the right person. If he wasn't a Pokémon, I'd think he has a crush on you.]

Amy: [Lol! I think you're exaggerating.]

Mason: [I'm not! Just look at this!]

I glanced at the screen, wondering what he was about to send me, and burst into a fit of giggles when I saw the image that had been attached. In the pic, Buster was crossing his many arms and pointedly looking away, clearly pouting. He was so cute! Mason was just teasing, but I almost hoped Buster had a "crush" on me. The mere idea was making my heart race.

Amy: [He's sooo cute! 3]

Mason: [Like trainer, like Pokémon eh? I wish you didn't have kids; I'd take you to Alola with me :'( ]

After that message, I didn't know how to respond. What does one say to something like that? He was clearly hitting on me. I hurriedly typed out a response. [Ha-ha. You're too young for me. When are you leaving by the way? And when should I check up on Buster?]

Mason: [Whenever. I'll attach my address. Heading out tomorrow night so I'm going to finish packing. Night Amy! Thanks for helping me out! I'll be gone for a week, so feel free to make yourself at home when you visit.]

And that was the end of the conversation. I scrolled back up and gazed at the image of Buster. The hard body and strangely cute face. I wanted to run my hands all over him. I smiled slightly. I'm glad he liked me, at least a little. Most Pokémon didn't. Like Zoey's Shinx...it hated me...

"What are you doing? Smiling like an idiot while staring at your Pokétch like that?" A soft voice questioned me. I looked over to see my son standing near the front door. He had an eyebrow raised and was in his waiter uniform. I cleared my throat and hurriedly set down my Pokétch.

"N-Nothing! Just texting a friend."

Avery narrowed his eyes, gazed at my Pokétch, then shrugged. "If you say so. Gonna head to work. Night, mom. See you tomorrow."

"Can I have a hug goodnight?"

"Of course, mom." He graced me with a smile and wrapped me up in a hug. A flood of warmth and fondness rushed through me. Avery really was such a good boy. And so handsome too. He looked and acted nothing like his good-for-nothing father. All his physical traits were from me. Long, soft black hair. Big brown eyes. The only thing he got from his dad were his long limbs, height, and tan skin.

I sighed happily when he released me and headed to the door. "Bye!"

After that, I simply didn't find the time to touch myself again. I wasn't in the mood to, anyways. Dealing with Zoey and welcoming her young and equally bratty friends into the house took up way too much of my energy. Avery always said I was way too nice, and honestly, he was right. I just didn't have the backbone to do anything about it. Zoey looked way too much like her father.

A few days later, I was heading over to Mason's. I was out buying some groceries, so I decided to check up on Buster while I was out. Mason's apartment complex was nice, definitely on the expensive side. I rang the buzzer to Mason's apartment and was surprised when I was let in almost immediately. I put my keys in my coat pocket and headed upstairs.

Buster already had the door open and was apparently waiting for me. My heart hammered at the sight of him in the doorway, and I blushed. "H-Hey buddy! Just came to check up on you. See how you're doing."

The massive Machamp grunted, nodding his head and opening the door wide for me. One of his hands gestured at the doorway. I had initially intended to just stop in for a quick visit but seeing Buster kind of sealed the deal. I wanted to spend some time with him.

"Are you sure Mason won't mind? I wouldn't want to intrude…" I swallowed hard, glancing inside. The TV was on, and some exciting, fast-paced music was blasting. There were also some massive weights near the couch. So, Buster was working out...

He nodded his head at me and turned away, walking inside. He pointed at me, gesturing for me to follow. Apparently, he was giving me the apartment tour. It was as nice inside as it was from the outside. Everything looked extremely expensive. The furniture, the food, the decorations. I don't know why I'm surprised. This type of home was to be expected from a fitness instructor who worked for a very, very expensive gym. The membership itself was a fortune, but Linda was allowed to have a plus one whenever she went, and she always brought me.

I was glad she did, I never would have met Buster if she didn't.

We were almost finished with the tour when I heard a familiar sound. A stomach growling.

I looked over in shock and was surprised to see Buster clutching his stomach with an extremely embarrassed expression. "C-champ!" He muttered, grey cheeks red.

"Excuse me, mister. Did you exercise with your tummy empty!? What does Mason always tell us?"

"Chaaamp champ," Buster sighed, lowering his head in shame. So that's what Mason needed me to do. I smiled fondly and pat one of Buster's huge arms.

"I'll make you something to eat, honey. Just show me where the Pokéfood is."

Buster nodded and beckoned at me. A few minutes later I was cooking some high-quality poffins up, and Buster was watching me cook with a smile on his face. I was stirring the hot poffin stew when something hard pressed into me from behind. My eyes shot wide, and a rush of arousal surged through me unbidden. That was...a cock. I dropped the ladle and spun around.

It was Buster. He was staring at me a surprised expression.

"W-what are you doing, Buster?!"

"C-champ!" He pointed at his eyes, then at the pot of poffin soup. Ah, so he wanted to watch me cook. I glanced between his legs. He wasn't particularly erect, so I had to assume his intentions were innocent. It was honestly kind of disappointing. My body was still throbbing with excitement.

"S-sorry, Buster. You just scared me. Don't come up behind someone like that, or you might get hurt!"

Buster nodded hurriedly. "Champ champ," he frowned, apparently very disappointed in himself. I didn't like seeing him sad like that, so I hugged him.

"You just scared me, Buster! Don't worry about it, okay? If you want to see me cook your poffins feel free to watch. I'll even make them how you like it, okay? Just tell me when to stop stirring."

I turned back around, and Buster continued to spectate. As a result, his crotch was pressed firmly against my behind. I could feel the entire length of his penis. It was much bigger than my dildo, pressing between my cheeks. Feeling it so close and hard was overly stimulating, I was starting to seriously get wet. This wasn't the first time I'd had him pressed up against me like this. Sometimes, in the gym, he'd position himself behind me and help me stretch. Usually, it was Mason, but sometimes it was Buster and he was huge.

I was so focused on the sensation of his cock pressing into my behind I didn't even notice the soup starting to burn. "C-Champ!" Buster exclaimed.

I quickly got ahold of myself and turned off the heat, laughing nervously. "O-oops! Turned it off right in the nick of time!" The large Machamp was nodding in agreement. He reached for the pot with big, grasping hands. I slapped his arm, startling him.

"Excuse me, mister! Let me at least put it in a bowl first! Eat like a gentleman!"

Buster's mouth was wide with surprise. "C-Champ?"

I opened the cabinets, found a bowl, and filled it with soup. Then, I handed it to him. He stared at the bowl in his hand with an annoyed expression. Then he reached over me with his upper set of hands and grabbed the entire pot. "Put that down, Buster! Don't tell me Mason doesn't make you eat properly?"

For a moment, I thought the Machamp was going to ignore me. He gazed at me, then the bowl, then back at me. Then, he sighed and set the pot down. He trudged reluctantly over to the couch with what I assume he considered a meager portion. He forgot a spoon, so I grabbed one. He was dipping his fingers into the hot soup and sucking on them when I came around the couch, plopping down next to him. I handed him the spoon, and he gazed at it with a strange expression.

"Champ?" He clearly didn't know what to do with it.

"Okay. I'll show you." I demonstrated dipping a spoon into the soup and putting it into my mouth but stopped when the spoon reached my lips. I always wondered what poffins tasted like but decided today was not the day to find out. Buster got extremely excited when he saw my actions, and he nodded.

"Champ champ!" He liked it. I handed him back his spoon, but he refused to take it. Instead, he lowered his head and opened his mouth. My eyes widened when I realized what he wanted. He wanted me to spoon feed him. My heart raced at the idea. So cute! Buster looked adorable sitting there with his lips parted, waiting. I couldn't resist such a cute face. I scooped soup up with the spoon and dipped it into his mouth. We did this repeatedly until we emptied the bowl, and when that was done, we refilled it and continued the process. I don't know how long we did it, but I wouldn't have minded spoon-feeding Buster forever. He was just too cute when he accepted the mouthful, and when he was waiting for another one…

I was still feeding him when he changed the channel on the TV, clapping the upper set of his hands and nodding when he saw the program that was playing. It was some show about girls who apparently had to be scantily clad in bikinis. I didn't even know Pokémon watched television. All the girls were young and slender. I envied them.

I was frowning, watching one of the girls make out with some young stud on the screen when something soft brushed my hair. I turned in surprise. It was Buster. He was staring at me intensely.

"W-what is it? Something in my hair?"

The Machamp shook his head, shifting his immense weight on the couch. Leaning toward me, he pointed at the screen where the young couple was making out, and then pressed his big mouth right onto mine. Buster was kissing me. Or at least attempting to. His lips were too big, and he was way too forceful, but I liked it anyway. His fingers brushed through my hair and one of his arms wrapped around my shoulders.

His mouth was so warm and hot! I was more than a little startled when a large, wet tongue pressed against my mouth. His tongue! I instinctively let him in, opening my mouth wide. His tongue pressed inside, sliding against my own. I moaned, squirming in his grasp. Dripping heat was pulsing between my legs. Buster grabbed me around the waist and effortlessly pulled me into his lap. He was completely emulating the man in the TV show, his hands grabbing all over my body. They stopped at my breasts, and Buster pulled away from the kiss and stared at them in wonder.

I moaned. My breasts were extremely sensitive, and he was squeezing them so roughly! "B-Buster~! Be gentler…" Instead of being gentler, he squeezed even harder. His eyes widened when he felt the hard, pointed tips of my nipples through my blouse. He rubbed them, making me squirm and squeal in his lap. That's when I noticed his erection. His dick felt like it was made of steel. And it was huge!

He apparently liked the way I squirmed because he grunted, and clenched his fists in my hair, jaw slack. I liked the way his face looked when he was feeling good. So strange looking. So inhuman.

I shifted into a more comfortable person. I wanted to make him feel even better. I parted my legs a bit, shifting until his cock was settled deep between my legs, pressed up against my tights-clad crotch. He groaned and threw his head back as I rolled my hips, my heart racing in my chest. I was doing something so dirty and it was turning me on so much. I leaned close and wrapped my arms around his shoulders, licking his lips.

Buster grabbed my hips and pushed his crotch hard into me. Every little swirl of my hips sent pleasure coursing through me. We were dry humping while licking each other like animals. I wanted even more. I grabbed Buster's wrists and pulled his hands away, bringing them up to my breasts.

"S-squeeze them. Hard and rough, please Buster...and move your hips more, baby…"

Buster gazed at me, his cheeks red, and nodded. He understood what we were doing. And he wanted to do more just like I did. His fingers grasped eagerly at my massive, drooping breasts. His fingers found my swollen nipples against and pinched and pulled them mercilessly. It'd been so long since I'd had a man touch me, and it was Buster of all men. My body couldn't handle it, I was going to come very soon.

I rubbed my crotch hard into his clothed member, gasping with delight. My clit throbbed and ached, and it felt so good when it was crushed against the hardened length of his dick. I rolled my hips. His dick throbbed against my touch, his eyes narrowing with desire. I liked the way pulsed and throbbed through his briefs, a bit of drool dripping from his mouth. I lapped it up and bucked my hips even harder.

For a long time, I thought of only our swollen crotches pressed together. I ran my tongue shamelessly across his lips. The frustration from a few nights ago hit me like a truck. I needed to come. I wanted to come. I wanted Buster to come, too. With every jerk of my hips, his dick pulsed even more.

"Champ! Champ!"

Buster held onto me tightly and ruthlessly began to fuck against me. He hadn't before. I assume because he wanted to be gentle, but now he let himself go. His arms wrapped around me. Hard and tight. It felt like I was being crushed, and weirdly enough I liked it! I kept bucking my hips, desperate for my own orgasm, and Buster groaned deeply. "C-champ!"

He sounded like he was pleading with me. When I felt his dick violently pulsate, I understood. He was going to come.

That made me even more excited. I panted softly, and swirled my hips, meeting his hard thrusts with my own. Then, Buster reached between his legs, pulled open a strange little slit on the front of his briefs I'd never noticed before, and tugged his fat, juicy cock out. It was ginormous and hard and throbbing with need. At least nine inches long, two wide. Buster grabbed me and practically shoved me onto the floor. And himself on top of me.

His hands hurriedly tugged at my leggings, and with an audible ripping noise, he tore them apart and my panties with them.

I screamed as Buster's hot, huge cock immediately pushed between my lower lips. He was absolutely ruthless. He didn't wait to see if I was ready, and he wasn't gentle at all. He just shoved the entire length of his cock straight into my womanhood, and I loved it. It'd been so long since I'd been with a man, and I was more than dripping enough to take him inside me. I'd never felt so full in my life. Not even with my dildo inside me. I was shocked Buster even fit he was so damn thick, but he did.

"Champ!" Buster howled, fucking me with all his might. His thrusts were merciless. His cock slammed into me hard and fast, a delicious slick wet noise sounding in the air with every thrust. His cock reached the entrance to my womb with every motion, spearing deep into me. I was dripping down his cock, and the urge to play with my swollen clit was so hard to resist. But I wanted to come when he did. And he was so close. The way his big, pink-gray cock pulsed with every thrust made that clear.

"O-Oh," I whimpered, "It's been so long, and I've never had such a large man, so please be a little gentler…" Buster stopped so suddenly I instinctively whined. "No! N-no, please don't stop…"

My eyes widened when the hard, flat surface of one of his hands hit my ass with a loud clap. He'd spanked me! Hot pain radiated where he'd hit me, a pleasant warmth settling over me as he gently rubbed the reddened, sore cheek.

"Champ," Buster grunted, and teasingly thrust his hips. A surge of wetness shot from inside me, drenching his cock and my thighs.

"W-what are you doing, Buster? Why aren't you thrusting?"

"Champ," Buster snarled in frustration and smacked my other cheek, even harder this time. It was a delicious pain, and I shook my hips, pleading to be fucked more even as the burning heat spread across my ass. There was something sexy about Buster's angry tone that only served to excite me more, a strange possessiveness. Suddenly, I understood, and my eyes widened.

"Buster, a-are you saying I'm... yours?"

Buster sighed with audible relief and held me with his upper arms, nodding slowly. "Champ," He panted into my ear, massaging my well-spanked ass with his other hands.

I understood. It was clear as day: "Mine."

The idea of being owned by Buster was incredibly sexy. And he certainly did own me, if his dick lodged deep into my womanhood meant anything. Pleased that I finally understood the situation, Buster began to thrust inside me again. My eyes rolled into the back of my head, and I couldn't stop myself from drooling. Even temporarily being starved of his fucking had been too much for me. I never wanted it to stop. Afterall, I was his. That's why I couldn't feel guilty about this. It felt too good to be owned again. His large balls slapped against my pussy with every thrust, his head spearing deeper inside me than anything ever had...it was painful. Both his slaps, and the sensation of his cock ripping my pussy apart, but I loved it.

I squeaked when Buster spanked my ass again, digging his fingers into the flesh, ruthless. Then, he shoved himself as deep as possible and finally… he came.

I sobbed as I felt his release flood into me, red hot and sticky. "F-Fuck, oh...oh fuck, Buster….I'm coming, I'm coming!"

An orgasm ripped through me as his own massive load surged deep into my womb. Thick, hot ropes of his cum coated my insides and filled me to the brim. There was so much of his thick, ropey spunk that it flooded back out of my dripping channel, spattering onto the floor beneath us. The feeling of a man seeding me as a sensation I'd missed far too much. It'd been one of my favorite things with my ex, and now...I knew I couldn't live without it again. My inner walls quivered and tightened around Buster's cock as I was thrown into another mind-shattering orgasm, desperately shaking my hips and pushing myself back to meet his still-thrusting hips. I wanted Buster even deeper…

"Champ!" Buster snarled, and to my shock, another rush of his hot, wet cum splattered inside me. He was coming again! I don't know how long I orgasmed, over and over, but my Machamp lover held me in place and fucked me the entire time. I can't even count the number of times I squirted all over his cock, but carpet was soaked with both of our releases by the end of it.

Finally, we collapsed in a heap on the floor. Buster had been relentless…

I basked in his warm embrace, comforted by the sensation of his hard, muscular chest pressed up against my sweaty back.

I panted heavily. That had been quite the work out… I was exhausted, and of course, the guilt came rushing in. "I...think I need to go, Buster." I whispered. Even though I didn't want to. I just wanted to be held by Buster, forever.

Much to my shock, Buster grunted angrily and grabbed me by the hair. He grabbed my hips again and shoved my face into the floor. His cock, which had gone a bit soft, became rock-hard again in a matter of seconds as he lightly pumped his hips. He thrust it deep inside me and I choked in pained pleasure. It was too much for my over sensitive womanhood… "Champ," he snapped, and his arms wrapped around me in another warm, tight embrace. I understood what he was saying.

We weren't done. Not even close.

I nodded my head, tears of relief and happiness burning my eyes. I shouldn't feel guilty about this. I was his. No matter what happened, Buster would take care of me…It was that thought that I took comfort in as I began to toy with my overused clit, groaning slightly as pleasure sparked in the sore nub. Buster slowed himself down when he heard my pained noises, breathing heavily.

"Champ?" He asked worriedly, lightly stroking my sweaty hair and rubbing my ass.

"Oh, Buster…Don't worry about me. I can take it...So please…fuck me more..." Buster hesitated. I leaned into his chest and slowly rolled my hips, squeezing and fluttering my inner walls around his immense slab of meat. "Just be gentle...and we can do it some more…" He still wasn't convinced, even as his body began to shudder, pleasure surging through him.

"I want it, Buster…Please." I emphasized my words by reaching down and spreading open my sopping wet pussy, pushing myself up and down his rock-hard length. Apparently satisfied by my response, Buster nodded, grabbed my hips, and finally began to thrust again.

I needed to come up with an excuse as to why I wouldn't be home tonight…That was my last rational thought. After that, I focused on one thing. Buster, using me and making me his. For the first time in a long time, I felt happy and satisfied. My toys would never be enough again. Nothing would.