Love smells like shit~ (Death by Orgasm x HelplessQT)

[Death by orgasm]

South Florida, a shady place for shadier people.

Everyone has that local legend in your neighborhood growing up--maybe legend isn't the right word, more like a local boogeyman that you're always told to avoid. The one person that made parents call in the children from outside playing, until they said it was safe to go out and resume. For this sunny, beach-side town in Broward County, there was someone when they were even a teenager, she struck fear into those who knew her. The local boogeyman was Alexandra Baxter, born to a Puerto Rican mother, and African American father she was a big girl in every regard. She was the tallest girl for as long as she was in school, towering over all but the tallest of boys at 6'2 when she finally stopped growing. Alex was always on the chubbier side of things, with plushy thighs that rubbed together, a round gut with wide and voluptuous hips covered in stretchmarks that folded over his jeans. With folds and rolls leading up to her colossal breasts that were always seemed to be spilling out of an ill-fitting 40D cup size bra throughout her life. The cherry on top? She was a futa, with giant dick to match the rest of her body--while she initially started to get attention once she hit puberty, she eventually was found out for being a herm-girl, and her life became nothing cruel while she was in school.

Her rough school years molded her and ultimately turned her into a cruel and aggressive person. Alexandra ended up dropping out of school her senior year of high school, opting to get a job at a mechanic shop, and picking up an honest trade. While she thought she lived a mostly honest life, she was the town freak futa, drunk and managed to get in trouble regardless of wherever she lived in the county. While at first she just got into a few drunken fights during her early 20s, and spent a few nights in jail. That's when her reputation as the local bogey man started to really take shape. Before people were just afraid of her because she was different, but now she was becoming a terror if you disrespected her or crossed her in any serious way, she'd be the first to throw a punch. Excessive drinking, lead to excessive drug use, and she started to become more violent than ever. She attempted dating in her late 20s only to end up in weird abusive relationships, and only sent her futher down this spiraling path of self-destruction.

It all came crashing to a head in her early 30s, when had been violently high at work during a cocaine binge. Some smaller, pathetic excuse of a man had made a passing comment about the bulge in her pants. What Alex did was decide to look at his insurance card while maintaining the engine. She ended up stalking the inferior man for a few days, following him home from work one day, so ensure he was home alone. She broke into the back door, assaulted, robbed, and kidnapped the man. The crime of passion was done without much forethought, because the weak man ended up escaping only a day later and filing a police report. Alex had been apprehended for the several charges, but the man claimed she had raped him--which wasn't true and they were able to prove it. Getting 15 years for aggravated battery, robbery, and abduction, she went into the prison still with the label of sexual predator over her head. While her first years in the joint, she fist fought anyone who tried to confront her about being a rapist. Alex being the largest bitch in the prison didn't have much issues knocking out all who stepped up to her. She cleared her name of being a predator, but then became one of the most dominant woman in the prison, accruing a harem of prison bitches through her displays dominance and charm. In jail, she managed to gain more weight, started to grow out all of her leg, armpit, and pubic hair, and started to become the filth queen she was when she got out of prison eventually at the age of 45.

As Big 'Lex returned to her old stomping grounds, bars, and favorite places to frequent from a decade and half ago, her few friends and contemporaries noticed a distinct calm over Alex. She had went into jail a large, angry woman--yet the prison system seemed to have actually reformed her in some meaningful way. She was no longer the short-fused, and punchy person with a chip on her shoulder. She was fatter, happier, stunk to high-hell, but seemed to be at peace for once. While the people she knew took a while to get used to her constant sweating, musky aroma, and abundant hair across her body; all and all she was a decent person to be around. Took care of everyone, made sure things were taken care of, someone you'd want to get to know if she wasn't such a disgusting slob. Having trouble finding work due to her new, lifestyle that seemed to clash with the world around her, but she didn't care, it was her way of living on her own terms, in a society where she didn't fit into. Getting acquainted with her old dealers, she managed to make a living off being a middle-tier drug dealer with her menacing size, and violent reputation. Despite her calm, and reformed personality, there was that same young, vicious Alex under the smiling veneer. Thankfully no one every really provoked her to find out what was simmering under the surface.

Over the last few months Alex found herself frequently this new coffee place, Voodoo Coffee. It was friendly, had good outside, sidewalk seating where she could linger, smoke her joints, and stink without bothering most people. While it was a place she would drop in a few times in the morning, during the week and kill a few hours there--then they got this new barista, Trixie. She was short, curvy where it mattered, and reminded Alex of this one chick she used to fuck while in jail. Alex soon became a staple regular, all in a desperate attempt to flirt with the new girl and telling her she was better than any man she'd ever meet. Trixie was polite, and always managed to keep things cordial while having firm boundaries. Alex didn't mind playing the long game, stalking her social media, visiting her daily, and tipping amply enough to stay in the all the employees good graces.

Then tragedy struck and presented an opportunity. On her daily visit to Voodoo, her favorite barista wasn't there. Asking the other staff, they mentioned that her boyfriend had fallen sick with COVID, and after a week in the hospital died of complications. Alex told them to send Trixie her condolences, and to mention if she needed anything she would be there for her. Sadly, Trixie never took her up on her offer--hell, Trixie wouldn't even add her back on Facebook for fuck sakes. After a week without seeing her favorite barista, Alex worried her crush may have been gone for good, or she just wouldn't be seeing her anytime soon.

Another week later, through intense social media stalking, she found Trixie in a tagged post at a bar she usually drank at, and knew a few bartenders there. The status said 'Remembering Josh at the Black Rose'. An hour later, Big 'Lex found herself parking her dirty car in the back lot, smoking a full joint of the Black Rose before walking in around 11pm as-if it was any other normal night. As she entered in the dimly lit bar immediately saw the large part of people all dressed in black, with Trixie sitting at the bar, in the center of that small group of people Remembering Josh. Alex going around to the far side of the bar, strategically placing herself opposite of Trixie offset by two seats.

The bartender was Travis, regular client who she sold coke too a few times a month, him walking up, "Hey Alex, how's it hanging~ what can I getcha?" With Alex's eyes focused on Trixie behind Travis, "The usually buddy, whiskey on the rocks. Between you and me, I'm trying to get into the pants of that sad chick, with the long black hair, and blue eyes." With the bartender nodding, with a smirk, "Oh, you trying to get that grieving pussy huh?" sliding Alex the requested drink, with her taking the drink and walking around the bar as if she's heading towards the restroom.

The giant woman walking past the group of friends dressed in all black, with her doing a dramatic double-take at Trixie? "Holy shit~! Is that you Trixie?!" With the large woman elbowing her way into the circle of friends, getting a hand between her and another guy who was talking to her. Getting her hand around Trixie's shoulders, pulling her away from the bar and the boy, snuggling her up directly into her rancid armpit, as Alex engulfed the petite girl in a half-hug. Going to clink glasses with the Trixie's drink, with a wide smile across her face she was genuinely thrilled to see her favorite barista after nearly 2 weeks, "I'm SO happy to bump into you here! What bring you out to the Rose tonight?--" Before she let Trixie answer, she turned towards Travis behind the bar, shouting over the few conversations happening around them, "Hey Trav...I'm picking up the tab for all of this cutey and her friends tonight," as she turned her attention back to her crush.

 

[HelplessQT]

Trixie was a rather average girl. She hit the gym three times a month and watched her diet closely. It lead to the kind of feminine attributes that should inspire confidence and she certainly wasn't bad around people but she'd retreat immediately if anyone wanted to be confrontational. With the virus and the upcoming election, the news stressed her out as much as all the Karens coming into the store demanding to be served without a mask. She'd become infinitely more enraged with them as she found out her boyfriend had been infected. She was taking a year out from studying, the virus hit and she made the arrangements to work at the Barista full time. They had to change up their gimmick a little. They couldn't quite wear the proactive clothes they did, only a five minute walk from the gorgeous beach they were getting away with bikinis on the girls that really wanted the tips. Typically Trixie wore something like a camisole cut only a few inches beneath her breasts. Which were firm and perky, but hardly huge by anyone's judgement and denim hot shorts with frayed hems around her wide thighs and almost always over dark nylon pantyhose. Normally just a pair of casual flats. She did below average on tips compared to the girls that showed more skin but that was ok with her.

The manager, an empowered middle aged feminist woman didn't have any strict dress code for the girls. Over lockdown when cafe's were still bustling she decided to work as much protective gear into their budget as she could and ordered up a bunch of faux hot nurse outfits that she encouraged the girls to wear. They partnered it with a deal that emergency first respondors and health service staff got a 60% percent discount on most of the menu. It worked for a while but things like latex did not breathe at all in a humid state like Florida. The girls got so sweaty during their shifts that almost didn't notice Alex's normally pungent stench. Most young adults were smoking weed now anyway so that didn't particularly bother them but most, if not all the girls were now familiar with her scent when serving her directly and non more than Trixie. Who Alex just managed to snatch up anytime she was on shift.

Alex was a nice woman, regardless of her size and smell and she tipped very well. So Trixie could hardly justify actually disliking her or want to avoid her really. Although on a few ocassions she did feel compelled to mention she has a boyfriend but all their exchanges before seemed on that joking level. Alex didn't really wanna take her out, for their obvious differences. Anyone would have said that Trixie was an absolute catch and Alex wouldn't have agreed more until she saw Trixie after two weeks at her gathering in the bar. Stiletto heels, a black veil draped down from a fashionable button cap. Black lipstick, dark eye shadow. She'd let her mother handle everything about the arrangements with the funeral. Jokingly she said make sure you get some wear out of the black pencil skirt that utterly stood her hips and thighs out. She wore a black sleeveless blouse with frilly hems at the shoulders and lacey designs along the front were the buttons met.

She had a lot of mixed feelings, so many people she'd like to blame. She thought about things like the people that refused to wear masks and thought about herself too. Every now and then maybe she forgot to wash her hands or something. Her boyfriend has been basically healthy, not unlike her really. He just happened to be one of those few people who's immune system over reacted and killed him shortly after symptoms developed. She'd broken some rules about no contact with him. Everyone here now was here knowing the situation except for Big 'Lex that sauntered over just as casually as she would in the coffee store. She landed into the group like she belonged there and almost hugged her away. She blinked dumbly as she was stricken by the sticky, sweaty smell and feel of her armpit on her face. Big 'Lex pulled them both a few steps away from the bar in an affectionate gesture and her company didn't really know what the situation was but as Trixie just seemed to accept it, maybe even looking like she leaned into a little bit, they went back to their clicke. When she finally came out of her embrace, Trixie's make up seemed a little smudged around the eyes. Almost foreshadowing. "Um.. my boyfriend died. Covid.. I don't know if you wanna.. be so close." She said in the lightest, featheriest, feminine tone Alex would have ever heard from her. She didn't really look like she had much else to say, it was difficult to say even, if she really recognized Alex as the flirty regular.

 

[Death by orgasm]

When Big 'Lex had successfully dragged Trixie out of her friend group with her half-hug, out towards the edge of the circle where she could have some one-on-one time with her favorite Barista. It was immediately apparent that something was wrong from her smudged makeup around her eyes, as well from her funeral attire, when she finally pulled away from her smelly armpit to break the terrible news. Alex's face turning into a grimace, as she put her drink down on the table beside her, and extended her arms, pulling the young girl into a full embrace. The unwashed giant was dressed in a pair of ill-fitting faded blue jeans, that almost looked like they were painted on, with her ass crack perpetually hanging out. Wearing a XXL plain black T-shirt that fitted her body more like a halter top, leaving the bottom of her gut and love-handles spilling out, with her course line of pubic hair that trailed up her stomach to her belly button exposed. Over that top was an unbuttoned red flannel that had permanent sweat stains beneath her armpits, that ran down the sides of the flannel. Wrapping both of her arms around Trixie, and brought her face directly into her massive breasts, while one of her hands rubbed the top of the girls back, "Oh no, no, no...I'm so sorry sweety! That's an utter tragedy!" Holding the grieving girl for a moment too long, as the giant futa savored getting her hands around her crush for once, "I ain't gonna let no virus scare me away from consoling you. Are you okay? I know you're not okay right now...I meant like, health-wise. You don't think you caught that nasty bastard?"

Finally releasing her from the embrace of the petite girl from her foul body, putting both hands on Trixie's shoulders, she looked down at her sad, doll eyes, "Please, please, please let me know if you need anything at all. I always told'ya I'd take care of ya, I sincerely meant it. A shoulder to cry on, some cash for whatever, or even something stronger to help you get your mind off of things..." with the illicit implication that she had access most drugs you'd be looking for. Instead quickly changing the subject, looking down at Trixie's mostly empty beer, "I think you're gonna need to get yourself something a little stronger than that to get through tonight." Letting go on of Trixie entirely, as she moved waded back through the center of the friend group, cutting through their conversations again, slamming her hand on the bar a few times, to get her friends attention, "Hey there~ I think we're gonna need a two rounds of tequila shots for everyone...so 18 total, with salt and lime." She said with a smile and a wink to her bartending acquaintance.

 

[HelplessQT]

Trixie hadn't quite been this close with Big 'Lex before. Under normal circumstances she wouldn't want to be inappropriately close with anyone at work but particularly she didn't really want to be so close to Big 'Lex's more potent stench of bodily scretations. When she looked down and saw the way her gut and love handles over came the waistline of her jeans, and she saw the snail trail of curly pubic hair she shivered a little. But the warmth and the almost obvious hidden firmness to Alex's body was oddly comforting. Trixie's eyes were wet when the older black woman pulled away from her to arrange more drinks. Half from the encouragement to emotionally vent and half from the sheer potency of what she smelled with her nose rubbing up against parts of Big 'Lex. She even held her breath a little, evident when she gasped for breath a little after being released. "I'm not really sure.. my last test was negative but so was Josh's." She said, her lips trembling a little. Looking down again. She clearly didn't know what to do with herself, how to express or process these volatile emotions.
Nobody was particularly happy to be in the bar under these circumstances so even though it was her younger coworkers that were with her, nobody cheered on for the free bar that Big 'lex was fixing to provide. But there was a solemn, approving nod here and there. The way Trixie had just accepted her presence made people unwilling to confront Lex about not being invited or about crowding the aggrieved. This wasn't really an evident than anyone wanted to cause drama at.

Trixie didn't know what to think of the offer for something stronger. She'd smoke a little bit of weed with her dead boyfriend before he got the virus. She hadn't had all that much exposure to it before her first year at college, so it didn't take a lot to get her buzzing. She'd never really considered doing anything else. The drinks came and most participated, someone made the toast to Josh with a few respectful words and Trixie drank to it with a bit of a cough at the burn.

 

[Death by orgasm]

When the tray of shots showed up, almost everyone grabbed a shot, and with them all raising their hands, one of the males in the group said a few words before they all tossed them back. Alex was happy to have the group accept her intrusion considering she wasn't invited and sort of just interjected herself into their memorial for the fallen friend. When the second round of shots came around, they all CLNK'd the small glasses together--despite the flowing alcohol, everyone was still in a very solemn and somber mood considering the chain of events that lead them here. Trying to change the tone of the evening from sorrow to a celebration of a life cut too short, Alex spoke up after clearing her throat, "I know that you've all gathered under the sad circumstances...but let's try to honor his life the best way we can..." with her eyes darting around to someone, pointing towards a taller young man of to the side, "Considering I never meet the guy, why don't ya'll tell me how you meet Josh, and a story about the fella." With all eyes turning towards the individual pointed out, he nodded slowly, while he told his history with Josh, explaining their friendship over the recent years.

One by one, everyone slowly, and tearfully spoke aloud their favorite story of the deceased, and despite the emotional weight of the evening, it helped getting people talking and releasing the emotional tension from their chests. As the minutes, turned into hours, they all drank more, and split off into smaller groups talking and socializing more normally. Wherever Trixie was, Big Alex, subtly and not-subtly nudged people out of her way, to keep Trixie by her side the majority of the evening.

Over the course of the hours, the friends all politely excused themselves, with hugs exchanged as they left the bar. The dwindling friend group was reduced to only 3 people by the time 2am and last call rolled around, Trixie, Alex, and another girl by the name of Alice. When Alice excused herself to use the restroom while Big 'Lex was paying the bar bill for everyone's evening of drinking. With the bar mostly empty, and having a moment actually alone with Trixie, "Hey, how about you let me drive you home? Or you could even crash on my couch, if you don't wanna be alone."

 

[HelplessQT]

There was a little hesitation to engage as Alex addressed the group. But again as Trixie didn't seem to voice any concern, the group didn't challenge the woman. It was all very new to her, she found her thoughts a little foggy and her emotions muddled and difficult to understand, nevermind express. She didn't say anything as everyone told a story about her two year long dead boyfriend. She teared up every now and again too. But she'd already had her proper cry to herself, at least enough to not feel the imminent need to cry more at the bar. The drinks helped, one by one. Everyone was nice, she eventually knew who'd intruded into the event. She wondered if she was related to anyone here or some distant family friend. So familiar and supportive she seemed. Even if she was blatantly flirty at the barista. Trixie didn't really know what this woman was to her beyond the overly nice customer that stank of sweat and weed. When Alex had moments alone with Trixie she seemed so warm.

By the time Alice had left to use the restroom, Trixie had had a full night of drinking. Often subtly encouraged by the woman offering to pick up the whole tab. Trixie wasn't really stable enough to sort out if Alex really should have been here or not. Or if she should welcome her presence. But the concern for Trixie seemed to trump the concern over covid for Alex. Close and almost motherly in her mature empathy. Of course Trixie couldn't even see her own family with covid being such a concern. She just nodded, drunk and hazy. She wanted to lie down. "I don't know if I wanna be alone or not." She said in that now very seldom heard feathery feminine voice, bubbly but still full of sadness.

 

[Death by orgasm]

As Trixie sat next to her drunk and unsure of what she wanted to do, Big 'Lex swung her arm around and rubbed her back gently, "It's late, and you've had a long emotional day--how about you crash on my couch. I'll make us breakfast whenever you wake up, and then I'll take you home tomorrow." With her hand pressing into Trixie's back, lightly massaging her tense shoulders, all while her noxious armpit fumes permeated "My place ain't a 5-star hotel, and a little messy if I'm being honest. We'll get home, smoke a little bit and I bet you'll sleep like a baby tonight." Seeing Alice coming out of the restrooms from the far side of the bar, Alex hand slowly lowered from her back as Alice walked up grabbing her purse from the bar, "Are we all set?"

Alex sliding back her stool as she nodded agreeing with the Alice, "Yeah, all good to go~ paid the bill and tipped." Waving towards her buddy behind the bar, "Have a good night Travis...I'll see you on Monday." As the three ladies walked out the back door into the concrete parking lot, with only a few cars remaining, as they strolled across the lot, Alex spoke up, "It was awfully nice meeting you Alice," extending her hand for an awkward handshake, "Trixie mentioned you live a little ways out west, I could take her home no big deal." Swinging her right arm around Trixie's shoulders as she pulled her into her rancid armpit snugly, to sell the idea they were closer friends than they actually were.

Alice shaking her head slightly when she was hit by the putrid scent, throwing her off for a second, "Ohhh---!" With her eyes widening as she took a step backwards in the hopes of catching any fresh air, blinking a few times dumbfounded by the scent, "Uhh...I don't mind driving her home really...but if you're sure Trix...?"

 

[HelplessQT]

Even now when the sun had set, it was still balmy and heat was still close. Alex was still sweating. With a few drinks and Alex forcing close proximity all night while Trixie was too absent from grief to care, she'd gotten a little used to it in a weird way. She quite enjoyed the affectionate touches along her back and over her shoulders. It wasn't unlike how Josh might have comforted her. Hands almost a little larger and courser than his however. She didn't mind that Big 'Lex was fixing to take her home. Alcohol muddying all sorts of barriers she'd normally firmly employ. The promise of a little weed to help her off to sleep sounded great. "You wanna share a smoke?" She asked as if to make sure she heard right. It wasn't a legal state and of course her own parents would be very disapproving so it still felt a little morally dubious to her. Even if she was fairly tipsy. "Oh I haven't found anyone since.. like lockdown happened." That meant she was indeed, a little needy for it.

They were getting up to leave and found themselves a few paces out into the parking lot. Trixie was a little wavy. She ended up touching Alex a couple of times for support even though she was only wearing flats. Alice didn't really know what to think of this large older woman fussing so closely over her grieving friend. But it came off more motherly than anything else to Alice. "Yeah.. I wanna go back with Alex.." Trixie said in a lazy, slurred response from the recesses of Alex's hairy, sweaty pits. She quietly made all sorts of uncomfortable noises, like the sound of her breath dragging along the back of her throat as she tried to suck air in through her mouth. Or various inner little clicks that only Alex would vaguely be aware of as she was so close to her.

 

[Death by orgasm]

As Alice smiled uncomfortably seeing her friends head beneath the giant's rancid armpit, she nodded slowly backing away, "Uh...if you say soo..." taking a few more steps away trying to breath regular air, "C-call me in the morning Trixie. I wanna make sure you get home safe. I'll see you later--" she said waving as she turned around and walked to her car relieved to be getting distance between her and that stinking woman.

With Alex turning with Trixie beneath her arm, they strolled over to her beat up, 20 year old Toyota, as Big 'Lex dug her car keys out of her left pocket. Unlocking the passenger side door, opening it for her drunken crush, she revealed a very messy car interior, with an overflowing ash tray of cigarettes, and roaches from joints, stained cloth seats, that had a several crumpled bags of fast food wrappers and empty soda cups in the passenger foot well, "Don't mind the mess, I need to clean my car. Just kick all of that stuff out of your way." Closing the door as she waddled over to the driver side door, unlocking the door, and plopping into the car, as the weight of the car shifted dramatically. With the car leaning towards the left from her immense weight on the suspension system. Alex filled every inch of her car seat, with her the bottom of her gut pressed against the steering wheel, and her ample love handles spilling over the center console a little bit.

Turning the car on, as the old engine sputtered to life, with the A/C that barely, worked circulating the as little air as possible. Leaving to duo sitting in a musty and funky smelling car, that had too many overlapping layers of stale scents to be able to distinguish any single smell from the collection reek. Answering her prior inquiry, "Yeah, I figured we'd share a smoke when we got back to my place. I got really primo shit. You'll love it..." Big 'Lex wiping the beading sweat off of her forehead with the back of her hand, ignoring the issue of the mostly busted A/C, rolling the windows down, just a tad. Which oddly enough didn't help the stink in the car--just gave you enough air to notice how smelly and mildew her interior actually was.

Before they hit the road, Alex reached over, flinging open the center console, digging through the mess in there for a moment, before pulling out a small baggie of cocaine casually. Twisting the dimebaggie open between her fingers, and dunking her long, pinky nail into the bag, shoveling out a large bump of coke, she brought it to her nostril, and with a hard snort, the powder disappeared instantly, as she gave a series of follow-up snorts, shaking her head, "Woooo! That shit kicks~" digging out another large bump into her dirty fingernail, she turned toward Trixie with the whole car wobbling from her motion. Extending her fat finger towards her, "I ain't trying to force nothing on ya, but its free and it'll clear your head up real good. Helps with hangovers and shit."

 

[HelplessQT]

Of course the sent of Big 'Lex and her general disregard for hygiene was absolutely palpable when she opened the door for Trixie. Her eyes fluttered and she made a series of her own subtly, politely disgusted noises. She didn't quite have the presence of mind to care for what various patches of grease and stains from the chair might do to her expensive funeral attire. She slipped in, pushing trash out of the way. She immediately tried to roll down the window as Alex went onto prepare herself a little driving dust to keep her sharp after all the drinks at the bar. Trixie finally noticed when she inhaled that hefty bump and went through the process of clearing the airways.

Trixie was looking at her with a mix of concern and curiosity. She'd never done or really seen cocaine before. Her group of friends were as tame as her. Ordinarily she wouldn't have done it, maybe politely refused or outright exit the vehicle. "I.. I don't know. I'm not sure." She said, still struggling not to slur her words. "I don't know. If it's a good idea." She went on again, a little more slowly. She still looked in thought about it. After another moment of consideration - "Will. Will it make me, feel better?" She finally asked, looking at Big 'Lex with her big blue eyes.

 

[Death by orgasm]

Big 'Lex smiled when Trixie questioned if it would help her feel better, "Oh, it'll definitely make you feel better. It's not that addictive, especially in small amounts. Most people party hard one or two nights during the month and never have any issues." Taking her loaded nail, and bringing it back up to her own nose, snorting the second bump, "See...it's nothing serious. You get a small head rush, and it makes you feel drunk without being sloppy. It's the best of both of worlds." Digging her hand back into the small baggie, reloading her crusty finger nail, and bringing it back up to Trixie's nose, "It's not that scary Trix...just cover one nostril, and inhale hard with the other. It'll just tickle a little bit."

 

[HelplessQT]

Alex went onto to explain how it would clear up and how it wasn't really that big a deal. She remembered all those drug talks in school only to learn that weed was virtually harmless and that they didn't know what they were talking about. That logic vaguely echoed in her response as she ohhed and ahhed about doing it. By the time Alex was done with her pitch, Trixie was left feeling like she didn't have much left to lose. She didn't look particularly eager however, she was still hesitant and still looked uncertain. "I guess I could try.. a little. " She said in a small voice as Alex brought her fingertip full over. Her lip trembled a little and she broke a little sweat herself as she put a finger over one side of her nose and did as Alex said.

It wasn't quite a little tickle. It made her cough and splutter, quite a bit with the backdrop of Big 'Lex's musty car. She managed about half of what Alex held up in her finger nail. A decent enough hit for someone that hadn't done it before and of course Big Lex wouldn't have settled for anything less than the best she could get her hands on. Her eyes fluttered as she settled and she did feel suddenly far more awake. It was just as Alex had said, a head rush. It sharpened things. "O..Oh Shit." She said a bit more firmly than she had said anything else all night.

 

[Death by orgasm]

Finally coxing her crush to try some of the white powder, Trixie gave in to the peer-pressure as she covered one side of her nose and inhaled over half of what was at the end of her finger nail. Alex smiling with beads of sweat rolling down the side of her face, "There ya go! It ain't so bad, sit back and relax." Bringing the remainder of the white powder back to her nose, as she inhaled the remaining cocaine, shaking her head towards the side as she did a series of follow-up snorts. Closing the little baggie of snow, held it back up towards the dim overhead light in the car, "We got just a enough for when we get back to my place." Putting the small amount of drugs into her breast pocket, she reached over with her right hand and rubbed the leg of Trixie, "I'm proud of you Trix, you're a strong girl."

Then moving her hand from Trixie's leg, and putting her car into reverse, she swung her around around the back of the passenger seat. Before craning her neck over her shoulder to make sure that there was nothing behind her, again blasting her guest with another whiff of her rancid armpit odor. Pulling out of the parking spot, as Alex swung her back towards the steering wheel, and straightened out her wheels exiting the parking lot. The drive would be a relatively short and direct trip back towards her apartment. Driving down the main road, passing a few lights, waiting to make a left at the 4th stop light. Cruising towards the highway, as she merged onto the Southbound ramp, as she accelerated up to 80 MPH. Seven minutes on the highway total, before she was pulling off, and navigating the neighborhood roads before pulling into an apartment complex with several buildings. The neighborhood wasn't the nicest, being closer to the train tracks and all, with a few abandoned cars lining the streets. Killing the engine, she glanced over at her crush in all black, "Home sweet home~ let's go get high."

Getting out of the car, she walked around being a gentlewoman, opening the door for Trixie to let her out, "I'm in Unit 219, so just one set of stairs." Grabbing Trixie's hand, with her own sweaty one, she gently lead her towards the staircase, and up the stairs, as she walked her around towards the end of one of the corner apartments. Letting go of her hand, she unlocked the door and opening it revealing her messy home.

Walking in first, she gave her the grand tour, "It's a little messy like the car, it's overdue for a real cleaning." Her humble attempt at deflecting for the insane condition she kept her home in, it made her car look it was clean. As she pushing the door open, it squished several bags of garbage that lined her hallway, that haven't been taken down to the dumpster yet, giving a strong punch of rotten food, and garbage immediately. Passing by that, kicking a pizza box out of the way, as she pointed towards the couch, "There's the couch, I'll get you some clean blankets obviously if you crash there--my bed's a bit cleaner." The couch itself looked like it was decades old, as it was covered in a patch work of faded stains, much like her car seats, with crumbs and cigarettes butts lingering between the cushions. The coffee table completely covered, end to end, with more pizza boxes, empty cans of beer, soda and plates of mostly eaten food. The level of putrid stink the apartment had would be overwhelming to the uninitiated. Like Alex, if Trixie spent enough time there, she'd get used to it.

Pointing towards the kitchen, "Kitchen's there obviously," where the sink was overflowing with dirty dishes, pots and pans from when she seldomly cooked, and even rarer cleaned. Those dishes had been sitting for closer to 2 weeks, with the garbage can in the kitchen overstuffed, with garbage surrounding the base of the can. Gesturing down the hallway, "My bedroom is at the end of the hallway, and the bathroom is on the right." The bathroom was small and cramped, reeking of sewage. The sink was caked in miscellaneous hair, soaped and hard water stains. The toilet was caked in a layer of pubic hair, dark yellow and brown urine stains an both the seat and the rim of the toilet bowl. With ample shit splattered around the bowl, from her frequent bouts of diarrhea--the shower was possibly the cleanest, but the least used, with the floor covered in various hair, mildew and mold was still a complete disaster. Her bedroom was similar to the rest of the house, with her dresser, nightstand, and cabinets covered with mounds of garbage, food, empty chip bags, and drug paraphernalia. The bed in the was against the back wall, with the sheets crumpled up, with the fitted sheet half off, showing the heavily yellow sweat, and piss stained mattress, with her sheets covered in other food and drink stains.

Walking towards her bedroom, "I'll roll up something fat and nice, and you can make yourself comfortable either on the couch, or we can hang in my room if you want." With Alex waddling down the hallway, with her massive bulk flexing the floor with each step, as her girth filled the entire width of the hall, as she disappeared into her filthy liar.

 

[HelplessQT]

Trixie found relaxing back in the old beat up ford car seat to be a little easier said than done. Her eyes were drawn to a bunch of different things as they drove along towards Alex's abode. She looked right down at the hand with the long dirty nails rubbing her leg. She'd been in a relationship so long, she didn't know what the signs were that she was being hit on. Or maybe it was the fact she wasn't used to women coming onto her. Or it was their differences that through her off, whatever the case was, she couldn't quite discern romantic interest in Alex. She squirmed a little on the seat at being touched. It was an odd, overly warm sensation. She felt that even Alex's palms were really sweaty. Almost leaving behind a damp hand print on her black pencil skirt. "Um.. thanks." She wasn't exactly sure she was 'strong' but her little thank you was sincere enough. She did seem to appreciate being fussed over. She couldn't quite go to her parents and the thought of seeing Josh's was sickening anyway, beyond the chance she'd spread covid. So she hadn't quite got this parental type, familiar and intimate support that Alex was lavishing her with. Telling her things she ought to here and being touched when no one else would.

She was feeling almost alright by the time they arrived. She stepped out of the car and looked around at the neighborhood in decline. It felt like somewhere a few blocks away, there was always a siren. Trixie almost felt compelled to stand nearer to Alex in a place like this. Even as they went into the apartment building. When the door was finally pushed open she cringed while her nostrils flared. "Oh god." It was somehow worse than the car and the trash everywhere was so much more problematic than in the car. She held her breath a little as she finally entered. A shiver running down her spine as her ankle occasionally brushed against the wet part of a trash bag. She was lead over to the couch, she was much more visibly disgusted and upset by all this. How could she sleep here she asked herself. Was it worth sitting in squalor for some weed. But then on thought of it reminded her that everyone she knew she could get it off have been made unavailable one way or the other over the course of the pandemic.

She had trouble paying attention to Alex, pointing out the various rooms and features of her filthy hovel. Trixie felt committed, for at least staying to smoke and maybe walking home. But that wasn't super appealing either given how unsafe the neighborhood felt in the short walk from the ford to apartment building. She tried to clear the couch a little bit. Sitting finally, she crossed her legs and played with one of her flats with her toes to pass the time until Alex returned.

 

[Death by orgasm]

Big Alex disappearing into her bedroom while Trixie tried to make herself as comfortable as possible on the disgusting couch in the meantime. The only portion of the entire house that was decently clean by comparison was the back corner of the bedroom where she kept a safe full of the kilos of cocaine and pounds of weed that she sold in smaller amounts to her street-level dealers. Grabbing the rolling tray from the top of safe, it had a grinder, blunt wraps, several sets of rolling papers in various sizes, a rolling machine, and other general rolling accessories. Sitting on the edge of her rancid mattress, with the bed contouring to her massive, cellulite ass, placing the rolling tray on top of her lap. Grabbing a blunt wrap, she opened the grinder as she slowly sprinkled all of the ground up weed into the open canoe of a tobacco leaf. Grabbing some fresh nugs, as she broke up the weed between her fingers, she filled out the entire length of the blunt. Bringing the wrap to her lips, she lapped at the edges of the wrap a few times--right before she thought of rolling it sealed, she had an idea. Grabbing the small baggie of cocaine powder from her breast pocket, she pulled it out, sprinkling the remaining powder into the blunt. Giving it another round of wet licks, she twisted the 6 inch blunt before sealing...poking the excess weed on either end, ensuring it was clean and tidy. The cocaine surprise she sprinkled in would just help Trixie get a little higher, and it didn't hurt anyone~

Putting the blunt between her lips, inhaling softly ensuring it wasn't rolled too tight, putting the tray back on top of her drug safe as she stood up. Taking her flannel off, leaving her in her too-tight black T-shirt, with huge sweat stains beneath her armpits before walking back into the living room to see Trixie sitting tensely on the edge of the couch. Teasing her guest, "No need to be shy, you can spread out and get as cozy as you want. My house is your house!" as if she was oblivious to the state of squalor she lived in, and had no idea why someone wouldn't be stretched out across the couch. Standing in front of Trix, Big 'Lex reached into her jean pocket to pull out a lighter, and lit the end of the blunt as it caught fire. Taking several sharp inhales, as the flames extinguished into large puffs of smoke. After taking several large puffs, she passed the dirty, coke-laced blunt over, "Here ya go kiddo~"

Walking back into the kitchen, she opened a cabinet to the right of the stove, pulling out two hazy glasses, going into the freezer, and breaking some ice from a tray. Filling each glass halfway with ice, then with water, she returned towards the couch. Placing the murky glasses of water at the edge of the table, pushing back the stack of garbage as needed to make room, with taco wrappers falling at the opposite of the coffee table. Sitting down next to Trixie, as the cushions sunk around her, leaning against the back of couch spreading her arms, with more foul body odor wafting from her sweaty folds, "Gotcha a water~ let me know if you need anything else."

 

[HelplessQT]

Big' Lex's aggrieved barista babe was fidgeting on the couch. Occasionally bringing both hands to her face to take a few breaths that weren't thick with the stench of the place. She could hear the floor boards creak from the weight of her flirty regular going to and fro her bedroom. As she approached the couch herself, Trixie even felt the thud of her step as the shoddy building moved everything along with her to some degree. She saw the woman had taken her over shirt/fleece off. She was certain that it allowed the scent from the source to permeate the room further. Trixie looked up, hands over one knee with her legs crossed. She eyed the joint in Alex's lips a little eagerly. Trixie was still finding her feet from her bump on cocaine and it it was all a brand new experience for her. Her big blue eyes were virtually pleading for the joint.

Finally it came her way and she gently took it from Alex and she immediately inhaled a large breath that had her coughing. It was a rather poor decision because that meant her olfactory senses were almost overwhelmed by suddenly sucking in the air without expressly doing it in short breaths through her mouth or from between her hands. Which lead to more coughing. Despite having smoked a fair few times by now, she felt rather like an amateur with it. She found it tingly as soon as her chest settled. Tickling along her forehead as a new sweat broke. It was a violent toke that left her helpless to do anything but briefly sit back into the filthy couch. She said her thanks, for the evening and for the smoke and by the time Alex returned from the kitchen with water, she'd had another couple of tokes and stalled on it.

As Alex sat down next to her, she felt the woman's weight draw her in. She practically slid several inches into her. She adjusted a little, as she almost fell in on Alex and tried to part herself from Alex a little. More out of polite habit than anything else, to give the woman her space. Although she felt the soft warmth of Alex's large arm behind her as the older woman had spread herself out. She hadn't quite put an arm over her and it didn't give her much cause to move away, no more than the smell itself.

"It's.. like, really good smoke. " She said, a little awkwardly. She didn't know what conversation to strike up, wanted to avoid talking about her dead boyfriend if she could. The drugs Alex offered did seem to take her mind off of it. Another puff of Alex's potent blend had her leaning back onto the flab of Alex's arm behind her. "It was a really nice evening." She sounded very sincere and grateful that someone turned it into more than just a pity party. Voice utterly sweet, as always.

 

[Death by orgasm]

As Alex sunk into the couch, with Trixie falling into her, then politely scooting back a little bit, she teased her barista, "Oh I don't mind ya being so close and cuddling--I know I take up a ton of space." Reaching for the joint with her left hand, she brought it her lips, as she took in heavy tokes, inhaling as she held the smoke in and nodded to Trixie's sentiment. Slowly exhaling, "Oh yeah, I keep the good stuff around. If you ever need anything green or white, I'm your gal!" Taking another long inhale, "Yeah! I didn't think I'd see you at the Black Rose of all places! I don't go there a lot, but sometimes I stop in. I'm glad your friends let me hang out, and it was a good time. Small world man..." her thought lingering as she realized she had more forced herself into the group, rather then being accepted.

The duo passed the laced joint back and forth, Alex coughing on occasion, until the joint was smoked down to nothing but a smoldering roach. Taking the joint, and adding it to an overflowing ash tray at the end of the coffee table. Sitting back feeling her head feeling hazy and really good from the high of both the cocaine and weed pumping through her clogged veins, with a steady stream of sweat dripping from her forehead and temples. The strong high giving her courage to try something a little crazy. Her eyes, lingering on the legs of Trixie, before slowly going up to her eyes, "I know this might not be appropriate...but you look really pretty in your outfit--"

Reaching around with her left hand, she grabbed the far thigh of Trixie, as her right arm behind her back, swooped down across the top of her back. With her hand grabbing her thigh with a firm grip, swinging her leg up over Alex's lap, using her right arm to pull her closer, as she in a single motion pulled Trixie up onto her lap, and now facing each other. Trixie's black pencil skirt riding up her thighs to reveal more of her stocking and thighs. Alex's sticky hand moving up from the top of her back, to caress the top of Trixie's neck, pulling her into a sloppy kiss, craning her neck forward, with their lips coming together, with Alex's tongue forcing her way into her mouth. Pulling away, with a heavy string of spit connecting their lips, "I want you so badly Trix..." pressing her hips forward, as she pulled Trixie's waist into her crotch, pushing her semi-erect cock against Trixie's panties.

 

[HelplessQT]

Trixie wasn't exactly thinking of making a habit of taking coke but the buzz kept that kind of concern out of the forefront of her mind. "I'll keep that in mind.." She responded politely, she certainly needed someone with marijuana either way. She couldn't quite keep her eyes off the way Alex took a proper pull on it and blew out a far thicker, more voluminous plume of smoke than she'd really seen before. More like someone vaping huge clouds. Trixie didn't really know what to think of the way Alex came into the party earlier but it wasn't exactly bugging her. Not then when she was dealing with grief head on, and not now as she was slipped more coke than she bargained for.

By the time they'd finished, Trixie felt the room spin a little as she almost had a revolving door feeling. Baked and weak, almost excited and generally happy despite the filthy environment all around her. She hadn't quite noticed the way Alex was eyeing up her rather curvaceous hips (for a white girl) although she did catch on when the eye contact became more intense and she caught a glimpse of the hunger in Big 'Lex's gaze. "Aha.. thanks. It's a bit weird that.. funeral clothes can look so good." She didn't even sound all that sad as she said it. It was a genuine thought she had about the outfit she'd been bought.

But she hardly got the chance to finish the thought when Alex made her move. It all happened surprisingly fast and she almost felt the hidden strength behind Alex's pudgyness. Almost immediately it felt far more intimate as she was already hyper aware of Alex becoming excited between her legs. She looked a little lost, like she just didn't understand what was happening. Before she knew it, they were kissing. Alex was messy but forceful, the kiss radiated her warmth and all the longing for the long time barista crush. She was lost for thoughts in general, particularly as she found herself kissing back and her breath picking up. Being pulled right onto Alex's growing hard on and she confessed her imminent desires made her shiver. "Sh..shit.." She felt her hips twitch a little almost involuntarily. Like a clumsy brief exploratory grind. She'd never thought of actually being with anyone remotely like Alex before, certainly never thought about her specifically either. She gasped a little as she twitched again and felt some button or zip rub up against her through her painties with the heat of cock behind it. "Ohh..Ohh I can't.." She started, sounded like she was torn all of a sudden.

 

[Death by orgasm]

Once Alex has Trixie on top of her, she was thrilled to feel her hips buck into hers, even if out of shock and surprise of the entire situation. As their lips locked together in a kiss, sharing the tender embrace for a moment, before Trixie pulled away, and looked flustered, stating that she couldn't do this. Alex wasn't going to take that as an answer so easily, keeping her hand on the back of Trixie's neck, she pulled her into for a second kiss, as their lips meets again, and Alex opened her mouth, using her tongue to massage around her crush's tongue. Sucking on Trixie's lower lip before pulling away entirely, "Don't think about it~ just do whatever you're body is telling you."

Alex's massive hands, grabbing at the top of her thighs, hiking her pencil skirt up entirely so it was around her waist, leaving her black silky panties, and stockings exposed to the pungent stale air of the apartment. The mound between her pants, was as hard as it could be, bulging and pushing through the heavy denim of her jeans, with her smelly cock begging for release. The rough hands of Alex, pressing firmly into the plump thighs of Trixie, as they worked up and around to grab both of her ass-cheeks, that her hands engulfed with a powerful squeeze, "I promise to be gentle, and you make sure you cum first..." before releasing her right hand, pulling her it back, and giving her a forceful, and firm slap on the ass, CWRACK! that made her entire body jerk forward for a moment.

Alex taking her hands and grabbing at the bottom of her own black T-shirt, as she peeled the old shirt up over her head, revealing her obese, blubbery body. As she wrestled each arm out of the sleeves, with her armpits were on full display, as the massive, thick, wiry and black hair. The small hairy bushes in her pits, wafting direct, unfiltered body odor to the face of Trixie. Between her stinking pits, were her massive over-sized breasts, that hung down some, but still were rather perky for their enormous size; with massive darkened areolas, and large stubby nipples that were over an inch long. Beneath her breasts swelled her massive, rounded belly, that was mapped with purple stretchmarks, and a think trail of pubic hair that snaked up from the top of her jeans. Side-rolls, and cellulite covered loved handles that were spilled over the top of her jeans, her entire body was covered in a slightly-sticky sheen of sweat.

Without warning, Big 'Lex wrapping her right arm around the waist of Trixie, as she pulled her into her bloated, putrid body and off to the side for a moment, holding her in place. With her left, hand she effortlessly: unbuckled her belt, unfastened her button, and unzipped her jeans in only a second or two. Pulling down on his dirty jeans, wiggling her massive ass out of them, as the worn denim feel down to her knees. With no underwear, she was almost entirely naked, as her fat, hairy thighs were pressed together firmly with--sitting on top of her mushed together thighs was her massive set of cock and balls. Her cock standing fully erect, towering in at just over 12" of meat, with another two inches of excess foreskin, that leaned to the side. If the smelly from her torso was one thing, the violent musk, and fetid rankness raising out of her unwashed creases and folds was eye-watering to the uninitiated. Her pelvis and balls, much like her pits, were entirely surrounded, by wet, kinky hair that trapped so much of the foul fumes within them. Then standing out in the middle of all of that, was her giant cock, with the foreskin, drooling a mixture of precum, sweat, with a random smegma lining the inside of her foreskin.

With Big 'Lex man-handled Trixie back into place, as she sat her down directly back into her lap, with her smelly shaft, pressing directly into her crotch. Slowly rocking her hips back and forth, as her flesh slid back and forth, tempting her inebriated crush, "I wanna get nasty with you~"

 

[HelplessQT]

Alex was hardly phased by Trixie's suddenly nervous protest and involuntary trembling. She was dragged in for another kiss that had her closing her eyes. There was a firm sense of tension on the back of her neck as she felt held into the kiss. She was breathing hard through her nose with the odd sound at the back of her throat as she tried coping with the various heady musks wafting up into her nostrils. Trixie's tongue made little movements, she made a few more deliberate noises like an alarming 'no' sound. She squirmed a little over Alex lap but she was far too overwhelmed and generally flustered from smoking, drinking and snorting to get an objective grasp on the situation.

Trixie hadn't really felt this level of pressure for sex before. In her relationship there was a night or two where they would have been very eager to go at it but she never felt so lost and confused like this before. She pulled up a little as the kiss ended and she felt hands along her legs, she was very hot now herself. Sweating from coke and nerves and just how humid it was in Alex's destitute hovel. She made a few noises, as if she wanted to start speaking but some new sensation struck her. Whether her balance faltered and she found her now exposed panties rubbing right on the growing bulge. Groves of the rough warn denim stimulating her further. It was particularly jarring that she was starting to feel how moist she was getting. She could see the damp on her panties even in the dim light between them. She quieted her attempts at saying something when Alex promised to be gentle and make her orgasm. She let out a nervous gasp as she felt big hands kneading her plump, bubbly buttcheeks. She nearly squealed as Alex almost spanked her raw with one smack. Her ass cheeks rippled and jiggled afterwards and she barreled forward into Alex, face in the nape of her sweaty neck.

The twenty something year old was coaxed back a little as her host began taking her own shirt off. Trixie was wide eyed at the sight of her, sweaty - sticky clothing finally peeled away and bearing huge tits that almost dwarfed her by themselves. Or at least that's how she felt seeing them. Trixie seemed to just be taking it in, she'd never quite seen anyone so unfit and so in need of a little grooming strip in front of her before either, it was a little morbid but she couldn't quite look away.

She was pulled in and then pushed off. Still held firm however, her legs from below the knees still propped up over Big Lex's lap as she began shuffling out of her jeans. She was quiet the whole time, pale buttcheek still with a red hand mark on it and stinging a little. The smell of body odor grew more intense, the more Alex took off until she was finally basically naked and her scent was released in full force. It almost made the room spin and her eyes fluttered at the sight of her massive black cock springing to life, almost looking angrily erect. She found herself pulled again, legs splayed over Alex and her cock rubbing firmly against her panties. She made a few unhappy noises at the smell, and seemed more out of it than before. She felt like all the excitement had overwhelmed her brain and she couldn't barely think past the smell and how hot and wet she was.

She could barely focus her eyes as Alex announced her intentions again. "N..Not.. without.. a condom.." She managed to slurr out, hardly a firm demand and just barely a lucid thought, a very dubious gesture of consent.

 

[Death by orgasm]

Big Lex's large, rough hands were firmly grabbing onto her ass, pulling her tiny, tight body into her own humping body. Trixie was tense, awkward and seemed a little out of from the night of drinking and drugs, but she wasn't resisting despite everything; at best she was just complying to whatever 'Lex wanted, which was more than enough for her. Trixie's skin was getting warm, with beads of sweat starting to form around her forehead, with her pussy radiating powerful warmth, and wetness that was soaking through her panties. Her cunt's wet warmth rubbing against the underside of Lex's cock, making her foul, cum, and smegma crusted head, ooze more acidic pre-cum, with flakes of dried cockcheese. The distinct, musky stench of sex was already permeating between them, only nauseating amplified by the rancid odor of the apartment, and repugnant couch they were sitting on. The hard-bodied babe agreeing only if they used a condom--as much as Lex wanted to protest that, beggers couldn't be choosers.

Nodding with Trixie's reasonable request, she teased, "Fine--only 'cuz its you shortie~" with a single motion she picked her up off her lap, and put he down on the couch where she had been seated only minutes ago. Big Lex standing up, with all of her obese body, and blubber jiggling as she stood up, kicking her ankles out from beneath her feet. Looking over her shoulder, "Get your sexy ass naked baby." Bending over ungracefully, her massive ham hocks spread open just a little revealing a very hairy crack, with noxious fumes of shit and sweat wafted from her ass. Rummaging through her pockets, she found her wallet, digging out a single condom and tossing her wallet onto the coffee table, with empty soda cups, and piles of greasy burger wrappers sliding off the far end of the table.

Turning around, with her belly hanging over obscenely, with her large breasts, splaying to the side, with her rolls of fatty folds cascading around her armpits and back. Ripping the condom open, she stroking the head of her rancid cockhead, with coagulated cheese slowly mushing out the end of her wet foreskin. Taking the condom, and rolling it over the drooping skin, around her bulbous head, and the unrolled the condom entirely, leaving the bottom two inches sweaty shaft uncovered.

Plopping back down on the couch, with fresh sweat rolling down her face, and from her pits, she slapped her thighs, "Come take the ride of yo' life..." punctuating her point, but snarling a large, viscous loogie in the back of her throat, and spitting it down onto the end of her throbbing black cock. Using her hand to smear the saliva and phlegm up and down, lubing her head and shaft.

 

[HelplessQT]

Trixie found herself glancing down a lot. It was a lot to take in, she'd never been with anyone so well endowed before. If it weren't so visibly unclean and her huge balls not quite so saggy and smelly, it would be the most attractive cock she'd ever seen. She was nervous about it, she trembled a lot but whether it was from her various highs, nerves of just the building arousal despite the junkyard vibes. She couldn't quite deny the rising pleasure welling within her that seemed to conflict with her churning gut. She was about to repeat herself about condoms even though Lex had already agreed. Having taken another good look at what was so 'Big' about 'Lex, she was fixated on just how filthy it seemed as the foreskin tightened with the erection. Before she started, Lex moved her off again with all the ease of someone moving a sack of potatoes.

Her dead boyfriend never quite fostered such strength with his embrace. She felt somewhat resigned to it, her thoughts were hardly so articulate but she felt as though she'd sent some crucial signal and missed any opportunity to say no and she struggled with her own arousal, constantly wondering how she could be so wet and needy and full of yearning when everything was so filthy and she wondered the same about how she could be falling so passively into Alex's affections as the woman bent over and exposed a large hairy asshole. Trixie couldn't quite shift her gaze from it and distantly heard the command to get naked. Her lip trembled a little and she felt herself break another sweat as she just started taking her clothes off. Hands a little shakey as she undid the buttons to her black velvety sleeveless blouse, it fell behind her onto the couch cushion, followed by her bra. Revealing perky, nubile breasts about just enough to be more than a handful. The femininity of her curves and youth defied gravity.

Lex was taking her time, rummaging around for her wallet and by the time the fast food wrappers were moved aside she'd just unzipped and shimmied out of her skirt. Pantyhose still on with her panties on underneath and black flats kicked off. She was especially feeling particularly sweaty under her hose. Trixie only looked up briefly when Alex turned back around to her with an expression like a deer in headlights. It was obvious she'd been staring at her ass. Then her gaze dropped back down as Alex went about fixing the condom. Trixie watched furrowed brows and a look between shock and disgust as she watched cock scum flake away or droop out. She'd sort of stopped her stripping as Alex had just about gotten ready.

She watched Alex sit down, the way her huge thighs rippled from the slap drew Trixie's gaze right back to her very first monster BBC. She gasped when she heard the noise Alex made as the woman spat the most visceral phlegmy ooze down at her cock and spread at around. Trixie looked a little pale but nodded at her, practically mute for now and began crawling back over this large lap. She'd just remembered she wasn't functionally nude when she sat up with Big 'Lexs' cock between them again. A little frayed and disorientated she reached down to touch the now slimey skinned up cock. She shivered and began working her hose and underwear down finally.

 

[Death by orgasm]

Alex's obese, sticky body jiggled as the mostly nude Trixie climbed back onto her lap, only in her pantyhose and black lace undies. She silently reached down, stroking the massive cock with her fingers a few times, before she moved to finally remove her remaining clothes. The fat futa growing instantly impatient with Trixie's teasing nature...the cocaine making her feel extra aroused and aggressive. Just as the young barista started to peel back her pantyhose, Alex reached back with her massive hands. Her fingers grabbing the pantyhose, and ripping a massive hole, giving her ample access to her wet panties. Roughly groping at her soaking panties, tearing them to the side forcefully, ripping them slightly. Finally exposing her perfectly shaved, peach-shaped mound, with a perfect pink slit that was glistening wet and dripping with anticipation.

Grabbing the base of her cock, she gave Trixie's cunt a few firm slaps with her meathammer. SPLAP. SPLAP. SPLAP. SPLAP. SPLAP. Before taking her hands, and placing them on top of Trix's hips, then Alex started to gyrate her pelvis on the couch. Moving Trixie's hips back and forth, forcing the base of her filthy cock to press into her silken folds, hotdogging her hot cunt. Rubbing, and trusting into each other, the air growing muskier with the fresh scent of sex, and rancid body odor intensifying gradually the longer they humped. Alex slowly starting to pant, as sweat continued to drip down the sides of her face, "I'm gonna fuck you so good, your gonna start tellin' people I took your virginity."

Moving her hands, as her fingers groping her ass and moving her hips to the end of her cock. Spreading her cheeks, forcing her vulva to open, with her pink pussy covered in a sheen of grool. Pressing her head into Trix's welcoming cunt, as her flared mushroom tip slowly, but forcefully pushed inside of her, feeling her narrow walls clinging to her tip. Rocking her body from side to side, as she pushed the young womans hot body down onto her collosal cock, feeling her shaft splitting her trembling walls open, as she slid a total of 4 inches deep into her. Alex's chest was rising up and down, as she breathed heavily, "Oh fuck, oh fuck! You a tight little bitch--" Laying back against the couch, she let go on Trixie's ass, not without giving her another hard slap on her right cheek SLAP!! "Come on, and tell me how much you like that big dick~"

 

[HelplessQT]

Trixie wasn't exactly rushing as if she wanted every extra moment to give herself the chance to back out and change her mind. Before Big 'Lex started rubbing her cock up against her bare pussy while it was covered in slimey phlegm, she gasped as tore away at her pantyhose and then snapping her panties off to the side which startled her a little too. Every smack against her bare pussy made her squirm and grind a little. She leaned forward, face buried between Lex's neck and her shoulder. One hand on the couch, helping her balance a little and the other resting along the other side of Alex's shoulders. Every part of her that was pressed in or resting on Alex was beginning to feel a little sticky in that way old sweat gets. She could feel it rubbing off on her face and everything. Despite spiraling in a mixture of highs, these little details, she was painfully aware of. The layers of musk felt as though it were going to clog up her throat. On top of the odd taste that Alex's tongue left in her mouth, she felt as though she were tasting filth in the air.

By the time Alex was finally ready to penetrate the young grieving barista, Trixie was about ready for it too. She wasn't all that coordinated herself and in sheer arousal she writhed the hole time. Trixie lowered herself a little as Alex pushed up, sinking herself down another inch or two when she her posture became a bit more tense. Seemingly not so used to going much further beyond this. She slid her face down to look between them and see how much black cock she had left to go. She made a nervous sounding noises and stumbled with her breathing a little again, making a few throaty noises as she regarded the proportions beneath her. She could barely see the couch, she could easily sit on Alex and not be anywhere near the furniture.

She reared up when Alex smacked her hard enough to leave another hand print, face glistening in a sheen of mixed sweat and body oils from Alex's shoulder. Eyes a little watery from the intensity of the moment and her stinging ass cheek. She immediately yelped and with the force of the smack, she tuned into what Alex was saying again. Trixie was confused and excited. She wasn't used to being hit so hard, almost as though it weren't in a playful sense or being handled roughly at all. And of course, she'd never been with anyone remotely like Alex but this loss of control, with the drugs and her whirlpool of needs and mixed feelings, she thought maybe she liked it if she was this horny. If it felt this good. "I.. love your big cock..." Her brows were furrowed and she wasn't making the most intimate eye contact and it was a little unenthusiastic but she still sounded a little excited. Alex was laid back now, and hadn't moved since spanking her. Trixie sort of felt this as a que to start moving on her own and whilst she wouldn't count herself as submissive, she was a naturally giving person. She readjusted a little bit. Tucking her legs in, feet between her ass and Alex's legs. She gazed down at Alex, a little bit like she was in love all of a sudden. Slowly she inched down again and her eyes rolled up a little bit. She didn't go any further but began to lever herself up and down what she'd already covered and then gyrating a little too. It turned out that she did know a thing or two about using her hips. She was leaned forward now, hands on either shoulder of Alex and face close. She craved this new found intimacy and was captivated by the alternative and much harsher expression of affection. She thought she was the type of girl that didn't want to be called bitch. "M..maybe don't hit so hard.." She said a little shyly. She made a few shallow, nervous remarks about how big she felt it was and how she didn't know how to handle it. Not exactly coherent, still slurry and drunk at times and easily enough she'd slip back into her little artificial nirvana but still moving her body and trying to slowly raise the pace until she found a comfortable rhythm.

 

[Death by orgasm]

As Trixie slowly began to slide down onto her Alex's giant, stinking, black cock, her white crush leaned into her hairy and blubbery body resting her head on her own filthy shoulder, as she adjusted to her phelgmy penis impaling her tight pussy. Trixie gradually adjusted her body weight, sinking herself slightly lower onto her colossal cock, with whimpering sounds escaping her parted lips as she looked down assessing how much she had managed to fit inside. After Big 'Lex gave her a brutishly hard spank on her bubble butt, she leapt forward from the pain, before sliding back down as far as she could comfortable fit, with her eyes rolling back in pleasure. Slowly but surely feeling the tension melting from Trixie's curvy frame, she could sense the young woman becoming more comfortable in the semi-forced situation. As Trixie looked up at her obese lover, with a lustful gaze, the sheen of body oil on her face was visible even in the darkened living room. The girl murmuring about being more gentle with those slaps as she tucked her feet beneath her and started to bob her hips up and down. Slowly gaining momentum as she bounced up and down establishing a moderate rhythm.

Big 'Lex taking her large right arm, wrapping them around Trixie's bare shoulders and back pulling her toned body snugly against her hot, sweaty breasts and gut. Taking her left hand, lazily lifting it and bringing it down with another forceful slap that was more 'playful'. Her large, sticky hand crashed into Trixie's left ass cheek that wasn't much gentler than the previous hit. SLLLAPP! With her hand groping and engulfing her cheek, firmly holding onto her butt, as Trixie's flesh bulged between her dirty fingers spreading her ass cheeks apart, leaving her puckered anus exposed to the putrid air. Taunting her sexy conquest, "Don't pretend you don't like it rough, slut." Holding onto her ass like it was nothing but a meaty handle, she pushed her body further and further down onto her cock, feeling her slick tunnel tightening and resisting going down further than 7" into her. Big 'Lex pushing her body up into Trixie's pussy, trying to shove more of her enormous girth into her slick slit, "You got plenty of more to go babe!"

Taking her arm that was around Trixie's shoulder, she moved her flabby, hairy arm as her hand found the back of Trixie's raven-colored hair before roughly pulling her hair back, forcing her back to arch. Alex leaning forward, with half-closed eyes, opening her mouth, and bringing her mouth to Trixie's. Slithering her slimy tongue back into her mouth, with a moan escaping her lips, "Mmmm, you taste so good~" with her tongue wrestling Trix's. Shifting her weight as she planted her massive, swollen feet onto her grimy carpet, and started bucking her hips more forcefully with her balls slapping against Trix's little brown-star asshole. SHLAP! SHLAP! SHLAP! SHLAP!