Chubby French Lady Enjoys Getting Her Holes Pounded

“Bon appétit!” The chubby French lady, Gertrude, purred as she took a huge bite of the juicy steak in front of her. She was a vision of culinary bliss, savoring each morsel with gusto. Unbeknownst to her, this sumptuous meal was merely an appetizer for the main course to come.

Beneath the starched white tablecloth, a hand slowly crept up her thigh, tracing invisible patterns on her silken skin. Gertrude gasped, nearly choking on a mouthful of filet mignon. “Monsieur,” she protested weakly, “nous sommes dans un restaurant public.”

But her protests were half-hearted at best. The rogue hand continued its journey, slipping beneath the hem of her skirt. Gertrude’s eyes fluttered closed as deft fingers caressed the dampening lace of her panties. A shudder wracked her voluptuous frame, causing the table to rattle.

“Mademoiselle,” the mystery man purred, “you are positively delectable. I simply must have a taste.”

Gertrude’s cheeks flushed a pretty pink, matching the rosé in her glass. With a trembling hand, she grasped the wine and took a generous sip, letting the cool liquid soothe her parched throat. “You are an insatiable beast,” she teased breathlessly.

The man chuckled, a rich, deep sound that sent shivers down Gertrude’s spine. His hand moved higher, pushing her skirt up around her hips. “Guilty as charged. But you love it, don’t you mon chéri? The way I make you feel?”

Before Gertrude could respond, he ripped her panties away, baring her glistening sex to his hungry gaze. Gertrude bit her lip to stifle a moan, acutely aware of the other diners seated around them. The possibility of getting caught only heightened her arousal.

The man wasted no time, burying his face between her plump thighs. Gertrude’s hips bucked involuntarily as his tongue delved into her slick folds. She gripped the edge of the table, her knuckles turning white with the force of her grip. The clinking of silverware and the buzz of conversation in the restaurant faded into the background as she focused on the exquisite sensations radiating from her core.

“Monsieur, s’il vous plaît…” Gertrude panted, throwing her head back in bliss. “Mais pas ici! Someone will see us!”

But the only response she received was a particularly intense flick of his tongue over her sensitive clit. Gertrude’s back arched, her ample breasts straining against the confines of her blouse. The pleasure was almost too much to bear.

Just then, a waiter approached their table, balancing a tray of steaming dishes. Gertrude hastily yanked her skirt back down, trying to appear nonchalant. “Ah, merci,” she said with a shaky smile as the waiter set their plates in front of them.

The man across from her simply grinned, a wicked glint in his eye. Underneath the table, he pushed two fingers deep into Gertrude’s dripping heat, curling them just right to hit that maddening spot within. Gertrude nearly choked on the sip of wine she’d just taken.

The rest of the meal passed in a haze of discreet touches and stolen glances. By the time they finished their coffee, Gertrude was a bundle of nerve endings, ready to combust at the slightest provocation.

As they exited the restaurant, the man took Gertrude’s hand and led her into the darkened alley beside the building. He pushed her up against the rough brick wall, his lips crashing against hers in a searing kiss. Gertrude surrendered to him completely, tangling her fingers in his hair as his tongue plundered her mouth.

“Mon Dieu,” she gasped when they finally broke apart. “You are going to be the death of me.”

The man smiled, his hands roaming over the curves of her body. “Not before I’ve had my fill of you, mon cheri. Now, let us continue this elsewhere, oui? Somewhere more…private.”

Gertrude nodded, too far gone to care about anything but satisfying the ache between her legs. She let him lead her away, a woman possessed.

They spent the rest of the evening in an abandoned warehouse down by the docks. The man had her in every which way, his thick cock stretching her in the most exquisite of ways. He fucked her against the rusted metal railing, each thrust sending sparks of pleasure through her veins. He bent her over an old wooden crate, slamming into her from behind as he spanked her jiggling ass. He even had her ride him on the dusty cot, bouncing on his lap as she gyrated her hips, taking him as deep as he could go.

By the time they were spent, Gertrude was a wreck, her hair mussed and her makeup smudged. But she had never felt so alive, so thoroughly fucked and content. She lay bonelessly beside her paramour, basking in the afterglow.

“What am I going to do with you?” she mused, trailing a finger down his sweat-slicked chest.

The man merely chuckled, drawing her close. “Mmm, I can think of a few things, but I have a feeling you’re too tired for repeats.” He pressed a tender kiss to her forehead. “Marry me, Gertrude.”

Her eyes flew open, meeting his intent gaze. “What did you say?”

He cupped her face, his thumb stroking her cheek. “I said, will you be mine forever? Because I never want to let you go.”

Gertrude swallowed past the sudden lump in her throat. “Oui,” she whispered. “Yes, I will marry you. Nothing would make me happier.”

They sealed their engagement with a slow, passionate kiss, a promise of all the pleasures to come. And as the sun began to rise over the city skyline, Gertrude knew that this was only the beginning of their wild, delicious adventure together.