Date: Tue, 19 Aug 2014 21:09:37 -0400 From: Sasha Steele Subject: Bulging Suspect Three Bulging Suspect (part three) by Sasha Steele They had just come from one of the most exclusive night clubs in town. Manuella was dressed in a sexy skin tight night-out-on-the-town dress. It had a plunging V neck and spaghetti shoulder straps. Aside from the elegant brown-stone gem bracelet, which matched his earrings and the elaborate Empire necklace that sat on his expansive chest Manuella's bulky arms were bare. The dress's mid-shin length skirts were two panelled. The rear panel was a half wrap that showcased the contours of Manuella's huge bubble butt. The overlapping front panel fit snug to his protruding stomach from where it hung down and slightly inward to drape over the huge ridge-like bulge of his massive cock. The sexy party dress was a light brown color with shimmering sequence on it. The side slits between the front and rear skirt panels began at the hips on either side of Manuella's pot belly. But because they were overlapped he only flashed his big nylon stocking clad legs when he walked or sat with his thighs spread apart. Those stockings were a beige color; the stay-up type with embroidered elasticized tops. On his feet Manuella wore brown suede dress pumps with six inch heels, matching the small hand bag he carried. Manuella's elegant designer lingerie consisted of a matching light powder-brown colored pantie and bra set. The soft delicate flat chest pads fit perfectly the thick flesh of his heavy man-chest. The pads showed above the plunging V neck line of his dress. And the dress's thin spaghetti straps failed to conceal the thicker bra straps that crossed his hulking shoulders. The extra large size powder brown panties fitted over Manuella's massive backside. Their seat rising up in a V from the crescent clefts of his huge basketball-like ass cheeks with the center of the silken material stuck deep between them. The thick lacy waist band rode high above his crescent ass cheeks and around front onto his big bubble gut. They fit snug to his under belly and puffy pubis mound below which the penis pouch issued forth with its massive cargo crammed solidly in to it. The penis pouch traced the rounded contour of his massive balls covering the front portion of his stocking tops. It clung to the incredibly thick shaft following its crescent contour that straighted out as it terminated just above his fat knees. Manuella wore his extremely long platinum-blond hair in a wild loose curl set. His lipstick was brown as were his two inch long fingernails and his toenails. Manuella's strikingly beautiful green eyes were showcased with dark mascara, eye liner and earth tone eye shadow. He looked sensual, elegant, classy. Yet at the same time Manuella looked like he was a slut as they dinned and danced at the night club. Later, as was evident by the huge erection he had when they exited the elevator at the penthouse suite, Manuella was fully aroused. His pantie clad hardon stood straight out from under his belly with the front skirt panel of his dressed draped to one side. With the skirt panels parted like that you could see the massive pantie clad scrotum sitting snugly against his heavy upper thighs covering the lace tops of his stocking and part of the shear nylon fabric below the tops. Manuella was excited because Zenassis Zantoria, Manuella's date tonight, had gifted his account over two thousand dollars. But not just that. Though Zenassis was just an occasional client he was one of the few who could deep throat Manuella's monstrous cock. And Manuella couldn't wait to mouth fuck him. Entering the penthouse suite they kissed and Manuella pressed his raging hardon into the little boner Zenassis had in the yellow panties beneath the loose skirt of his yellow satin dress. They entered the bedroom where Manuella undid the back of Zenassis's dress and he slipped out of it, as well as his panties. He undid Manuella's tight dress, helped him wriggle out it and out of his panties, exposing the magnificent prize Zenassis lusted after. Dressed only in his yellow brassier, nude tone nylon stockings and suede pumps Zenassis rolled onto the bed, positioned on his back with his head close to the end of the bed where Manuella stood. He tilted his head back and looked up at the domineering behemoth standing before him. Zenassis's shoulder length auburn color hair hung down off his pretty face. His innocent brown eyes begged satisfaction. Fuck me they said. Shove that fucking monster down my throat. Manuella was pleased to oblige. But first things first. He turned around and bent over nearly sitting with his big fat ass on Zenassis's face. Manuella's massive balls sat on Zenassis's forehead. Zenassis lapped at Manuella's asshole. He licked him, sucked him and fucked Manuella's rectal opening with his tongue until Manuella could take it no more. Manuella straitened and turned to him. His spectacular cock hovered above Zenassis's face. He leaned down placing his hands on the bed to Zenassis's sides. Drew his gigantic rump back so that his throbbing cock head was near to Zenassis's mouth. Zenassis opened his mouth and Manuella shoved in his gargantuan cock, burying it all the way down to the root. Zenassis's hand worked his own cock as Manuella fucked him. Deep inside Zenassis's throat Manuella's cock slid back and forth near choking him. His gigantic balls bounced off Zenassis's forehead. Zenassis wanted it, all of it. Wanted Manuella's cock as deep inside him as it possibly could be. Wanted to drown in Manuella's cum. Manuella was close to cumming. His motions quickened with his growing excitement. His balls slapped harder, his cock ripped deeper. Manuella closed his eyes, opened his mouth, tilted his head back. He couldn't take much more. He had to cum. And then, crying out in the pleasure of his release Manuella blew his load down Zenassis's throat. Zenassis felt a hot sensation of pressure as the first bursts of cum entered him. Manuella withdrew far enough to fill Zenassis's mouth with the remainder of his huge load. Its taste was heavenly. Zenassis swallowed every last bit of it. His lips and tongue played Manuella's still hard cock. Manuella wasn't as yet finished. Zenassis wanted more too. Manuella held his breath and bore down struggling for the release of his bladder through the mass of his hardened cock. He bore down again. A squirt of Manuella's urine entered Zenassis's mouth. Manuella caught his breath and strained again and again until finally the squirts turned into a flow and he pissed freely into Zenassis's mouth cavity while Zenassis struggled to swallow it all. Finished relieving himself Manuella turned his attention to Zenassis's eight inch hardon. Zenassis hadn't yet cum. Manuella laid down on top of Zenassis, his three hundred pounds crushing him. Zenassis liked the feeling of being crushed by this large beauty. Liked even more that Manuella would suck his cock and he would cum in his mouth. Manuella took Zenassis's throbbing hardon in his mouth. Manuella's head bobbed up and down in rhythm with the movements of Zenassis's hips. An accomplished cocksucker, Manuella soon brought Zenassis to climax. Zenassis moaned aloud from beneath him. Lifted his hips to shoot his load into his big beautiful cocksucker's mouth. Manuella took it all, then licked Zenassis's cock clean. They helped redress one another, kissed good by and Manuella left. He had an odd feeling as he walked to the elevator. Like he was being watched. He turned back to look several times but saw no one. On the ride down he still couldn't shake it. Same thing in the lobby. He was getting scared. By the time Manuella hit the street he was in a full waddling run. Spied his limousine. Jumped in and drove home shaking. When Manuella got back to his mansion he had a drink to steady his nerves then phoned Detective Braetan Bowes on his cell. 'We'll send someone around to check on your client," Braetan said. "Be discrete," Manuella told him, "Zenassis is high up in the city." "I know. Don't worry. I'll be discrete. You relax. Get a good nights sleep. I'll call you if something comes up." Eleven next morning when Manuella woke up, detective Bowes still hadn't called. Manuella felt relieved. He had lost that spooky feeling of someone stalking him the night before. With the aid of his maids Manuella rose to a sitting position on the side of his bed. They placed high heel dressing slippers on his feet. Manuella was wearing a light blue nightie. His long platinum blond hair was in a loose braid. Strands of hair had escaped the braid in the night and hung in his face. He yawned, stretched his fat arms overhead. Manuella had a morning hardon and was bursting to pee. Maids fetched his urinal vase, a priceless Ming, and directed his massive hard cock, still in its penal pouch, into the vase's neck. Manuella bore down to relieve himself through his nightie panties. He peed heavily for what seemed a long time. Finished, maids dabbed the tip of his pouch dry with a soft towel. Served a full breakfast on his luxurious patio Manuella ate hardily. Satisfied, he puffed up his cheeks and patted his stomach as he blew out a long puff of air. Ordered his toilet brought out to him. Manuella had just finished his bowel movement and a man-maid was wiping his bum when Detective Bowes called. Zenassis Zantoria was dead. When Detective Bowes arrived at the mansion Manuella had been bathed and dressed in street clothes -a white silk blouse and his most favourite sexy bluejeans. The skin tight bluejeans fit his shapely corpulent body like a glove and were worn in all the right places - bottom of his big ass cheeks, top of the thighs and along the ridge of their extra large penis pouch. His hair was in a French braid. He had on brown leather open toed sandals with six inch high heels. Underneath Manuella he was wearing white silk panties and bra. His nails, lipstick and eyeshadow were all silver tone. He looked beautiful. Manuella flew into Braetan's arms as if for protection, though his weight and size was much greater than the detective's. But Braeton could see that the big beautiful ladyman was very afraid. But that didn't stop his cock from getting hard when Manuella pressed his massiveness into him. Braeton could feel his cock pressing into the hardness in Manuella's bluejeans. And so, on impulse, he kissed him. End of part three