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You won't believe this story. And rightly so. But yet I tell you that it's a true story. Because most of you like true stories better than other stories.
Not that I understand why. After all, it's just a story. But let me tell you that this one is true and that this actually happened. You know that I'm lying, but that's allright. Because I know that you want to believe it anyway.

My name is Estrella and I'm your dreams come true. And perhaps your nightmares too. I could tell you a lot about myself, but since you're probably more interested in the shape and size of my ass, that would be a waste of time, wouldn't it?

Anyway, this time I was looking at some magazines in the local magazine shop, when I noticed that a young man over at the section for computer magazines was watching my behind. He was trying not to be obvious, but I could tell. A woman can almost always tell when a man is watching her. At least I can. He might think that he is sneaking a peek, but I can tell.

Now, this happens to me a lot, because my rear end is truly something special. Not only is it huge, but it's also extremely well shaped. Perhaps this is where you would like a colorful description involving fruit, like saying that my buttocks are like a couple of gigantic pears joined together.
But nothing like that would do my truly divine behind any justice.

This particular guy in the magazine shop was secretly wallowing in the view of my ample ass, while pretending to browse those computer magazines. He was doing a good job at it too. I don't think that anybody else noticed what he was really interested in. Not that anybody else would notice anything about a guy like that. He looked like a true nerd. A young man, a teenager, rather short, thin and slightly unhealthy looking with pale skin, glasses, and plenty of acne on his face. Just the kind of person that you would expect to read computer magazines, don't you think?

Now, I'm a big woman in every sense of the world, both tall and heavy. An imposing female figure, large and well rounded in an almost sculptural way. Why shouldn't the nerd be looking? I consider every part of my body to be perfect, but I know that you little perverts are obsessed with my ass more than anything else. And perhaps that's only natural. I read somewhere that the three qualities men appreciate most in a woman are humor, personality and a pleasing ass. And I think they got that right. But they probably got the order wrong.

So, this pathetic little guy was eying my ass. Why should I care? As I said, it happens all the time. This time, though, I decided to play a little game.
Perhaps I felt a bit sorry for the young man, and maybe I wanted to humiliate him at bit at the same time. I surely felt the power of having something that he wanted. Maybe I just wanted to express myself. After all, I am larger than life in some ways - at least larger than the life of that miserable teenager in the magazine shop.

He was pretending to look at computer magazines. Well, I can pretend too. I casually strolled over to that section and randomly picked a magazine with "PC" in the title and a deceptivly colorful cover featuring the typically boring monitor and grey box above some circuit board.
I was standing very close to the pale nerd, and edging even closer, brushing his side. Nobody would think twice about such a thing, because a woman like me demands a lot of room, and there was limited space by the magazine shelves. I continued to pretend to look for some computer magazine, while glancing at the nerd at my side. When our eyes met, I could see a hint of red appearing on his pale face. I smiled at him.

"You like to look at my ass," I stated in a low voice, almost a whisper.
"What? No..." the nerd managed, the hint of red on his face turning more visible.
"You don't like to look at my ass?" I wondered, mocking him with signs disbelief on my brow.
"No... well..."
"You like to look at my ass", I whispered, with a confident smile.
"Yes... well..."
His face was now turning decidedly red.
"So, you like to look at my ass. Nothing to be ashamed of. Most guys like to look at my ass. But most guys don't get to have a closer look."

I turned partly away from the teenager, bending over a bit to get a magazine from a lower shelf, making sure that my behind bumped well into the guy. He didn't back off. I stood holding the magazine a while, pretending to examine the contents of the publication, while smiling and glancing at the nerd. He was obviously both embarrased and excited, but he stood his ground, also pretending to look at yet another PC magazine.

"You want a closer look, don't you?" I said. "I know you do."
"Well, yes," he said, turning his eyes to his shoes. He wore sneakers.
I just stood there with the magazine in my hands, smiling at the poor guy. Smiling and waiting. There was a moment of silence. One of those moments when you feel that anything is possible. I felt powerful.

"Yes, I would like a closer look," he finally said. "Please."
I put the computer magazine back on its shelf:
"You might just get what you want. Come with me."
He followed me out of the magazine shop without a word, unable to take his eyes from my behind. I was walking in front of him, but I could feel his stare with every step, like a faint tingle on my swaying buttocks.

Now you would like to hear the rest of this story. You can't wait for me to get to the less believable parts, can you? Well, just hold your breath. I know that you guys are very good at that.

After leaving the magazine shop, I headed for the subway.
"I suppose that you're not doing anything else tonight, then?" I said, glancing over my shoulder at the pale young man following me.
"No, I guess not," he answered with a thin smile.
"Good. We can take the subway to my place. I'ts only two stations from here."
"Sure. No problem."
I thouht it was a bit funny, how he walked a couple of steps behind me all the way to the subway station. It made me think of those kids that you see trailing behind their parents, because they're somehow embarrased to be seen in public with them. Maybe it was like he naturally assumed the role of a servant of some kind, or even that of a dog, faithfully and eagerly following his mistress. It could be that way. After all, I was obviously taking the lead. Then again, perhaps the guy just wanted to maintian a good view of my ass.

I was wearing a pair of really tight jeans. On me, most jeans have that certain kind of tight fit, like they are too small, if indeed they fit at all. Sometimes it's hard to find plus size clothes that don't look like you're wearing some kind of tent. This pair I really liked. They emphasized the ample curves of my thighs and buttocks, making them look almost better than naked. Those jeans had once been black, but now the color was more of a dark grey. I guess the worn fabric gave a certain rough edge to the mesmerizing sway of my behind. I felt great. Here we come, me and my dog. Me and my little white boy.

The subway was not really crowded at this hour, and we were able to find two adjecent seats. I took the one by the window, and a fair share of the other seat too, to be honest. I did tell you that I'm a large woman, didn't I?
The nerd remained standing in the aisle, uncertain of what to do, and when the train started moving, he almost lost his balance.
"You can stand if you like," I said. "It's only a short ride..."
I lingered on the last word, viewing him intently. He met my gaze and then he looked down, checking if there was anything wrong with his sneakers. Both shoes were well laced and in place, I noticed. Then he sat down beside me. The pair of seats were just large enough for the two of us, since the nerd didn't really need a whole seat to himself, and one wasn't really enough for me.

I put my hand on his knee, patting it reassuringly, just like you might pat a good dog.
"What's your name, boy?" I asked.
I couldn't resist using the word "boy". It was kind of condescending, I guess, but mostly in a humorous way. After all, it has a certain ring to it, when used by a large black woman talking to a smaller white man. I smiled at the poor nerd, and he smiled back at me before turning his attention to his sneakers again.
"Chris," he said. "Christopher, really."
"Chris..." I repeated, like I was tasting his name. "I'm Estrella."

Perhaps you think that I'm moving too slow here. I can almost hear some of you guys urging me on: "You told us that we wouldn't believe this story. Get to the part we won't believe!" I hear you say. "Come on, show him your ass! You promised him a closer look, now show him! Show us! You promised us! Sit on him! Sit on us!"

Allright, let's cut to my apartment. No, wait, let's cut to to just before that; let's cut to the stairs. I live on the second floor of an apartment building and there is an elevator in the building. You might assume that a heavy lady like myself would use that elevator, but taking the stairs is good and healthy exercise. I always use the stairs when i get home. Sometimes I take the elevator, but only on my way down.

So we took the stairs, which gave the pale young man a good opportunity to view my bottom from behind and below, his anticipation building all the while, I'm sure. Just imagine my thighs and buttocks straining the fabric of my jeans, as I climbed those few stairs, the nerd following closely, salivating, anticipation building. Imagine me like a woman out of a Botero painting, wearing a pair of jeans meticulously inked by Robert Crumb. The nerd could have been a young Robert Crumb, come to think of it. The thought made me laugh. I laughed while unlocking the door to my apartment, and perhaps my laugh scared the poor young man a bit.

"What's so funny?" he asked, halting a few steps from my door.
"Nothing, boy. Come on in."
He seemed suddenly hesitant, eying me up and down.
"Come on in. You want a closer look, don't you?" I teased.
"I'm not dangerous. I promise that I won't hurt you... much," I said winking.
The teenager entered my apartment.

"Allirght, Christopher. It's time for you to get that close look."
I stood in the middle of my living-room, hands on hips, legs apart and both feet planted firmly on the floor. A rather commanding pose.
"Do you like what you see, boy?"
"Yes, Estrella. Very much," the nerd said.
"What do you like about what you see?" I teased.
"Umm... You're so large. Large and round. I like that."
"Oh yeah? And my ass, then? What's so special about my ass?"
"It's so... big, so round. I love it."
"Is that all you can say? I'm sure that those glasses usually help you to see better, but I think that in this case they can only get in the way. You simply won't be able to get close enough with them on," I said, removing his spectacles from his nose, placing them on the low table by the couch.
"Of course, without your glasses, your eyes won't be enough. I think you need to look with your whole face. Now, get down and look real close!"

Christopher immediately dropped to his knees behind me and put his face to my ass, pressing his cheeks against my denim-clad buttocks, trying to get his nose as far in between them as possible. He hugged my hips and pressed on, then he started to make rolling motions with his head, kneading my buttocs in turn with his left cheek, forhead, right cheek, chin, left cheek, forhead, right cheek, chin, kneading on in a way that must have made him dizzy and really chafed his nose on the rough fabric of my jeans. He was very eager, and I must say that it felt great.

"I don't think that you can get close enough this way, I said. "It'll be easier for you if I take my jeans off."
I proceded to take off my clothes. Cristopher just sat on his knees on the floor. I noticed that his face wasn't pale any more, and that his nose was very red indeed.
"Now, it's only fair that you take your clothes off too", I demanded.
He was soon to obey. Actually, he was completely naked before I was even down to my bra and panties. I kept them on.

"Allright, Chris, my boy, have another go, then!" I said cheerfully while placing my behind close to his face.
The nerd approached tounge first this time. An attitude that I really like. He licked the crevice between my buttocks through the thin fabric of my black panties, he dug his nose in and tried to slide under me, tasting the moisture in the area between my legs. I faciliated this move by spreading my legs further, and he got to a position where he was almost in front of me, bending backwards under me.

Having him that way, on his knees, his body and neck bent backwards, tounge lapping at my wet panties, mouth nibbling at my crothc, I couldn't resist the temptation to squeeze his head between my powerful thighs a bit. I squeezed and made tiny twisting, gyrating motions, rubbing his head with the insides of my thighs. Pressing, rubbing and pressing his head good before I let go.

"Not close enough!" I said smiling.

I stepped over to the couch for a large cushion that I dropped on the floor in front of the naked nerd, who remained on his knees.
"Lie down on your back and put your head on the cushion," I said.
The young man hesitated for a few seconds before he complied. When he was on his back, I stood over him, towering, I can imagine.

"You really like me, don't you, Chirs?" I asked.
"Yes, I really like you, Estrella."
"You really want me..."
"I really want you, Estrella."
I could see that he wanted me. It was very obvious.
"You want me bad," I smiled.
"I want you bad."

I took off my bra and panties, rather slowly, letting the young man see all the beauty of my full body. Then I placed one foot on his chest, pressing down just a little.
"You're all mine now, boy," I said looking down on him. "All mine."
I moved my foot to his face, playfully pinching his chafed nose between my toes. I was enjoying this.
"Lick my foot, boy!" I commanded, resting it lightly on his mouth.
The nerd eagerly licked the sole of my foot, and sucked my toes when I put them in his mouth. How wonderful. I let him do the same to my other foot before I stood straddling him.

"I'm going to sit on you now, boy," I said, trying to make my voice sound a little menacing. "I'm going to sit on your face. You want me to, don't you?"
The nerd looked just a tad worried, but also very excited:
"Yes, I want you to sit on my face."
I turned to face the young man's feet and sat down on his face, resting most of my weight on my knees.

Now, I suppose that you guys want to know how much I weigh.
Haven't you learned not to ask a lady about her weight? Most stories I've seen on these boards are stuffed with numbers. Pounds and inches of every kind. But I honestly can't tell you how much I weigh, since I don't know myself. I don't own a scale, and I haven't checked my weight in years. Let's just say that I weigh a lot. That I know for sure.
Come to think of it, I haven't told you my age either. I'd bet that you'd like to know. Well, there's something else that you should never ask a lady about! Let's just say that I'm about twice the age of the nerd in this story. That should give some room for your imagination, but not too much.

Anyway, sitting on the teenager's face, I could feel his nose in my asshole, and a cool breeze on my pussy as he tried to suck in as much air as possible, opening his mouth wide. I wiggled my ass some, and settled a bit more of my weight on his face, forcing his nose further up and forcing him to strain his jaws, as he tried to open his mouth even wider in order to get any air at all.

I truly enjoy the power that I obviously have over some men, and sometimes I might even revel in it, humiliating them. But I'm not a sadist and I'm not actually into smothering. When I sit on a man's face, what I want is a good oral performance. A good long satisfying performance.
The nerd wasn't the best licker in the world, but he was very eager, and very willing to take orders and instructions.

Sitting on a man's face, is my favourite position, and the greatest advantage it has over other positions, is that I can move about, using his tounge or his nose in my pussy or in my asshole, as I please and when I please. I guess that I like to be in control. I also like to wiggle and ride, and I rode that nerd's face long and good. I told him how to use his tounge, when to lick hard, when to slow down, when to plunge his tounge deep into my pussy or anus, when to make it whirl and swirl around inside me and when to just let it gently flicker over my clit. I rode him forwards and reverse, rubbing my juices all over his face, sometimes pressing down hard, not really intending to smother the guy, but smothering him all the same. And all the time the good little nerd eagerly obeyed my instructions, and his tounge never let up. I did twist his nipples now and then, as to urge him on. Not that he needed any prodding, but because I liked it, and I think that he liked it too. I had several wonderful orgasms on his face.