Molly's Muse Pt. 01

He didn't have the answers he wanted, nor did he think he would get them tonight. There was one thing he could do, though, to help his qualms. He could continue this path. He could stay with Molly and if not enjoy, then endure, whatever may come of it. He could also stick the bigger butt plug in his hand in his own ass and at least put in the effort to see if he would like it.

After some experimentation removing and then inserting things into his butt, Paul was done and had successfully switched his butt plug for the bigger one. He was tired from all the action of the day so with his mission accomplished, he laid down next to Molly, pulling covers over them both, and fell asleep with a quiet mind.

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Paul woke up the next morning to the feeling of something hard poking him the stomach. Opening his eyes, he was equally confused to find a large and perfect pair of tits sitting only a few inches away from his face. It took putting the two sensations together, a hard poke and a giant pair of tits, to bring him back to where he was.

His boss's apartment.

He looked around to find that either his body had slid further down the bed, or Molly had slid further up from where he had positioned himself the night before. Looking to where Molly's head should be, he found her laying quietly on her side playing on her phone. She turned to look at him and smiled.

"Good morning," she said. "Sorry I passed out on you last night, must have been more tired than I thought."

"It's okay," replied Paul.

"Would you like coffee?"

"Very much so."

"I hope you like it black; I don't keep any milk or cream in the house. I have sugar though."

"Black is great."

"Grace should be here soon with some clothes for you."

"Ok," said Paul. He couldn't help but notice that Molly was acting a little differently than she did yesterday. Her otherwise blunt and honest personality seemed subdued.

"Is there something wrong?" he asked.

"No," she replied. "Thank you for tucking me in last night. It was also very... nice... waking up next to somebody again. It's been a while."

That was more like it, thought Paul.

"No problem. You look adorable when you sleep."

She blushed.

"What was that?"

"What?" asked Molly.

"You blushed."

"So?"

"You had me crawl under a table to suck your dick an hour after meeting me without hesitation or awkwardness. I call you adorable and your cheeks go cherry. It's interesting, is all."

Molly smirked. She wasn't sure how to respond to that, so she didn't. Sex was a part of her. Personal compliments weren't.

She got out of bed and walked naked across the apartment to the kitchen. She pulled two mugs from the cabinet and filled them from the steaming coffee pot on the counter.

Walking back towards Paul she saw where his eyes were locked. She looked to her girlcock to find it hard and pointing directly at him as she moved. She looked back to Paul who now had something of a contemplative look to his face, though he was still only staring at her swaying prick.

She reached the bed and handed the entranced man a mug, breaking him out of his thoughts.

"Thank you," he said. "Mind if we talk a minute, some personal stuff?"

"Sure," replied Molly. She sat back on the bed and sipped her coffee, waiting for Paul to start.

"You're hard a lot. Does it always mean you're horny, or is it a part of being a dickgirl?"

"I'm horny even when I'm not hard, which is part of being a dickgirl. So, both?"

"I put the butt plug I was supposed to put in you, in my own butt. I take it the idea is to increase the size slowly until it would be easier for me to take you?"

"I was wondering about that when I woke up empty," she said. "And yes. The plugs should make our first time smoother. For both of us. I like being fucked in the ass, too, and have good experience with it, but I still use the plugs if it's been a while. Which it has."

Paul nodded at that and went quiet, back to being contemplative.

"I was thinking last night," he finally said, "while I was fingering your ass an all."

"That felt really good. You pretty much messaged me to sleep doing that," said Molly interrupting. She wanted him to know she was not just ok with what he had done, but that she liked it.

"Glad I could help," he smiled, then continued his thought, "Have you ever been to the dentist to have any serious work done? Pulled teeth, cavities or the like?"

"Once or twice," she answered. I was an odd question.

"You know how when a dentist needs to numb you up, they do the same thing each time. The use a weak jelly-like topical first to numb the area where he will eventually inject the Novocain. The idea being to lessen the pain caused by the needle. I didn't, but that was the intent. There is no way being stabbed in mouth wouldn't hurt, no matter how much you tried to numb the surface."

Molly sipped her coffee and nodded.

"I always hated the topical way more than the needle. They would stick that jelly in your mouth and then leave for an hour before they started doing the actual work. I hated it so much that at some point I had to tell my dentist to knock it off with the jelly and just stick me, get to the damn point of it all, you know?"

"You think the plugs are like the jelly."

"I sure do," said Paul, "and I think I want you to skip the jelly and stick me, so to speak."

"You're afraid you won't like having sex with me," said Molly.

"No. I love what we've done so far. I'm afraid I'll hate being fucked in the ass. Which would be a deal breaker for both of us, I assume."

Molly nodded again. She had enjoyed they had done so far, as well, but there was no way she could continue being sexy with him and not need to fuck him for real. The odd thing was that she felt that she would refrain from fucking him if she could, if only to keep him. There wasn't enough willpower in the world for that to happen, though.

"Are you sure that's how you want it? The plugs do make it easier, unlike the jelly."

"How many size changes would you say I needed?"

"At least three. Four would be better."

"No thanks. That sounds like it would take too long."

Paul finished his coffee and set his cup down, getting to the real point of why he wanted this.

"I like you, Molly. More than as a boss. If we can't figure out the mechanics of this, I don't want to get any deeper with you than I am now. Job or no job."

Molly couldn't help but feel the same. It wasn't supposed to be like this. There weren't supposed to be feelings involved. Just art and sex.

"Fine," she relented. "But we do it my way, and we go until we finish. No stopping in the middle because you're unsure or uncomfortable."

"I can work with that," said Paul.

"Good," replied Molly, pulling something out her nightstand again before adjusting her position on the bed. She was sitting up with her back against the headboard. Her legs were spread so that her balls were hanging low, resting on the mattress, and her girlcock was sticking up at an angle, pointing towards the foot of the bed.

"Come here, please," she said to Paul, beckoning him with one hand while her other held a bottle of clear liquid.

Paul complied and moved over to where Molly was sitting. He had an idea of what she wanted from him and swung a leg over so he could be straddling her lap. It was reminiscent of yesterday during his interview when she first had him fuck her tits, complete with the feeling of her girlcock faintly rubbing between his ass-cheeks.

The feeling felt more ominous this time, most likely because he knew where that cock was eventually going to end up, sooner rather than later this time.

Molly took the bottle she held, opened it and started pouring generous amount over both of their fronts.              

There was no label on it, but Paul could tell it was baby oil. He watched Molly drench her tits and start rubbing it in, coating them both until they shined. Discarding the bottle, at least for now, Molly used her hands to give Paul a show.

She rubbed her mounds thoroughly, occasionally lifting them and letting them drop. They would bounce, jiggle and drip excess oil onto her stomach each time. The sounds they made as she played and slapped her flesh together made Paul forget all about that he'd soon be impaled by a human baseball bat.

She played with her nipples and stared Paul down, letting him know that every move and every sound she made was specifically for him. She grabbed the bottle of oil again and leaned forward to drench Paul's cock.

Setting the bottle aside again she took Paul into her hands and started massaging his dick with as much attention as she had given her chest. She had used far more oil than she needed to so that when she stroked and rubbed and massaged, her hands made wet, slurping sounds. She gripped his shaft like it was a microphone and used her thump to rub softly just below his tip.

Paul gasped and felt like he wanted to cum already. Molly must have noticed because she let go of his cock completely and went back rubbing baby oil onto herself.

Not wanting to be a spectator anymore, Paul got involved, burying his hands and fingers into Molly's oiled and giving tit-flesh. He had never felt something so beautiful. He had always been a titman, but the last two days with Molly had rocketed him into a full titty fetishist. It wasn't a rare, original or particularly kinky fetish, but if he could move in and live between this girl's mammary mountains, he would.

"Hold out your hands," said Molly.

He did, and Molly poured even more baby oil into his cupped hands.

"Reach behind you and coat my girlcock. Be generous with it and get more if you need it. I need to be as drenched as you are right now."

Paul did as he was asked. He leaned up until he was sitting straight and brought his hands behind him. He grabbed Molly's thick rod and started to rub and cover her in the slick substance. He pinned her rod against him, and he could feel her tip rubbing part way up his back. He brought one hand around and cupped it, telling Molly he needs more oil. This repeated a few more times until Paul was satisfied with the slickness of the shaft in his hands.

The next scene would have been an odd one to anyone not familiar with the context. A large breasted woman lay on a bed with a man straddling her. She alternated between jerking off the man and playing with her tits.

At the same time, the man was leaning back and seemingly trying to jerk off the woman with both has hands and his butt cleavage. They both glistened with oil in the morning light. The squelching sounds were lewd and the breathing wash heavy.

"Take out your plug," said Molly. "I'm going to fuck you now."

Paul nodded and worked out the plug. It made a plopping sound, but it was lost in the ambiance of their oiled bodies.

While Paul was working with the butt plug, Molly squirted even more oil on her and Paul. Her bed sheets were going to be trash after this, but if her plan worked, it would be worth the sacrifice.

She grabbed Paul's head and brought him down to her for a kiss. As they made out, Molly shimmied a bit further down the bed, so she was laying flatter with only her head and shoulders still on an incline. This brought more of Paul's body weight down on her, but his knees were still doing the brunt of the work.

Paul had never been hornier in his life. He was laying on top of Molly and felt it as she shimmied her chest so he could feel her tits slide back and forth on his chest. He hard nipples cutting through the oil was a sensation Paul didn't know if he could ever match.

"You need to line up my tip with your ass and old it there until I can slide in the head. The butt plug you had in might have been small, but it should make this part a little easier. After that, things will get... more."

Paul nodded and did as he was told, reaching back and aligning Molly's giant girlcock with his own hole. If he were going to back out, even though he said he wouldn't, this would be his last chance. As he thought that, Molly kissed him again and stuck her tongue as far into his mouth as she could manage. She tasted like coffee.             

The pressure began slowly. Molly knew what she was doing and very much wanted to do whatever she could to make sure this was a good experience for Paul. It won't be as good or easy as it would have been if she had prepped him better, but it was too late for that now.

She pressed harder, Paul still holding her aligned. She could vaguely feel that his crown was about to give so she could slip in, so she went back to sliding her tits back and forth between their oiled chests to try and distract him. She knew the power of her huge breasts and intended to use it to the fullest.

Molly applied more pressure, and just like that, she felt herself enter Paul.

He let out the loud gasp. For better or worse, he was no longer and anal virgin. His last and only remaining cherry was pooped and gone forever. Instinctively, Paul felt himself trying to push the intruder out, but Molly wouldn't let him, keeping herself pinned inside him. She wasn't moving, letting him adjust to the initial size of her.

"You feel so warm," said Paul.

"That was supposed to be my line," replied Molly.

They both laughed and Molly took the relaxed moment to press further and inch more into Paul. It worked, not seeming to phase Paul any more than he was.

"You can go faster," he said after a minute more. "It doesn't hurt and want to know what it's like when I have all of you inside me."

Molly held the man tighter into her body, taking more of his weight on herself. She brough her feet up so her knees bent and provided her with more leverage. Once again, she rubbed her tits to bring Paul's attention away from what she was about to do.

She thrust, hard this time, slipping more inches inside, the copious lubricant doing its job.

"Oh jesus... fuck, woman, you're so god damn big," cried Paul.

Molly kissed him. "You're doing great. The hard part is getting it all in. After that you can adjust properly and it wont feel like so much."

"Adjusted or not, I don't think I'll ever agree it doesn't 'feel like much'."

Molly thrusted again, sinking slightly deeper, and waited. She didn't press further for a while, choosing instead to gyrate what she did have inside him to help widen the gap she was forming. He felt so unbelievably tight around her girlcock that it amazed her. She had been with men much smaller than Paul who couldn't sheath her this perfectly. It was one more odd thing for her to add to the list about this man.

She felt as if she was ready to cum already, could have cum with only the few inches she had inserted so far, but she needed to hold out until she was hilted. Paul needed the whole experience if he was going to have enough information to decide whether to stay or not.

She very much wanted him to stay. She would find an editor she didn't want to fuck if she needed to if it meant she could have Paul here, in her bed.

But he didn't need to know that yet.

"I'm going to increase the pace," she said, "you feel too good, and I already want to cum."

Paul moaned.

Molly knew it was a good sort of moan, so she leaned into it, "that's right baby, first I'm going to fill you with my giant girlcock, then I'm going to fill you with so much girlcum I'll make you drunk off it. Would you like that?"

Paul moaned again and nodded, not really wanting to spare the effort to respond verbally.

Molly started up a rhythm with her thrusts. She worked in and out of Paul gently, but forcefully. Each new inch she felt slide fully into Paul brought her into a new world on sensation. If she didn't know any better, she could have sworn she was being actively massaged from the inside.

Eventually, and with no shortage on effort and patience, Molly stroked into Paul one last time and felt his ass finally hit her thighs, both of their ball sacks kissing between them as they fully merged for the first time.

"That's it, I'm in," said Molly. "You have all of me now."

Her last words sounded as if she were referring to her cock, but in her own head, she meant much more than that.

The two of them rested from their efforts together. Paul laid on top of Molly absently playing with her nipples, while Molly lay on her back enjoying the weight of her new lover and gladly waiting until he could adjust fully to her size. Knowing she would cum very soon after fucking in earnest, she was in no hurry to do so, enjoying where she was. The intimacy of it was intoxicating.

It could only last so long, however, as her need to cum began to exceed her need for him. She rolled them both over so that she was on top now. She placed Paul's legs inside her arms, so they rested on her shoulders and leaned until his ass was slightly in the air.

She pulled out her cock until only the head was left in him and applied more oil.

Paul's eyes widened in worry of what was about to happen, but once she started stroking in and out of him in this position, he locked eyes with Molly as if in surprise.

It hurt. The ache in his ass could rival some of the most intense sensations of his life, but with each successive stroke, in and out, Paul felt the subtle shifting from pain, to pleasure, inside his body.

They said nothing. Molly quickened her pace and hammered down into Paul. Her tits drooped and bounced on Paul as she pistoned, silently hoping he could still find solace in the beauty and softness of the most female parts of her, while the most non-female part of her tore into his body.

Paul felt an unfamiliar pressure with each of Molly's thrust. It was the pressure of being filled, but of something building. It would spike on each of her thrusts, then ebb as she left him empty again. He had no experience so he couldn't place the feeling.

The methodical drumming of their bodies slapping together filled the room. Paul grunted and Molly moaned, neither wanting or capable of stopping, or even slowing, their rutting regardless of what the other wanted.

"I'm close baby," said Molly, "Your ass is going to make me cum so hard."

"I... I think I'm going to cum too, why am going to cum?" he asked breathlessly, still confused by the pleasurable sensation originating in his ass. He could feel it all the way through him now.

Molly would have told him if she could. She had both caused and experienced anal orgasms before. It was different for men since she didn't have a prostate, but it all added to the same thing.

Hearing that he she was making him cum from pounding his ass sent her over the edge. She buried herself and exploded into Paul. She bucked her hips with each spurt and felt each time she drained from her balls into the warm hole it occupied.

"Oh fuck... I can't stop cuming...," she grunted, still spasming through her orgasm.

"Keep going, just a bit more," said Paul. "More... More... shit!"

Paul's cock twitched and Molly knew he was there, about to cum. She grabbed him and stroked, adding more sensation to his orgasm. He came and started spraying his seed all over Molly's hand. She bent herself awkwardly so she could fit Paul between her hanging tits. If her breasts were any smaller, it wouldn't have worked, but Paul was long enough and her tits hung low enough that she swallowed him between her soft flesh, squeezing them hard and bouncing them up and down his overly excited dick while she continued to fuck and massage his crevice.

Coming down took time. Molly collapsed on top of Paul, letting his legs fall to her sides. She stayed inserted in him but was no longer thrusting, just resting. There was some intermittent kissing and petting, but neither of them talked, nor did they make any moves to separate.

Molly squished into Paul lightly, causing some of her come to drip from him. She reached between her tits and made show of rubbing Paul's cum into her tits before licking her finger, like he had done the day before.