The Con (Tempted By A Married BBW): A BBW Erotic Short Story

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However," she continued slowly, running her tongue snake-like across her lips, "I think that a creepy little Peeping-Tom like Colin here needs to be taught a few manners and learn proper respect for a lady. How he didn’t cum yet, I don’t know, but I was certainly feeling ready for another go, and began absent-mindedly stroking myself as I saw the gleaming vibe inching further and further back between the helpless man’s legs. My favorite kind of romance novel has a heroine that is a larger woman, preferably one who is a virgin or inexperienced. I didn’t know what I was saying: I was still too caught up in the aftermath of my orgasm to process the situation.

she urged, raising a nipple to her mouth and sucking it greedily, "be a good little slave and give me all that yummy spunk! You do realise, you naughty little boy, that the thick stuff you just fed your Mistress is a kind of juice that women only make when they’ve had an extra-hard climax? Well, well, well," the big man was smiling, his hand still tracing slowing up and down his thick shaft as he gestured towards us, "so this is what you mean by ’extra shifts for extra pay’ is it?

The base of that lamp, I knew, was bolted to the floor, and the shaft of the pillar was inch-thick tubular steel, so as strong as he looked, there was no getting out of those cuffs.

I could only grunt in reply: the sensation of having this gorgeous buxom lady lapping at the tip of my throbbing cock was too much to bear, and in a rush, I stepped towards her, my right hand reaching out to stroke her face and hair as I seized my quivering shaft with my left.We were both suppressing fits of giggles, grinning conspiratorially and looking sideways at Colin, who had managed finally to regain his feet and was standing uneasily in the middle of the room, glancing nervously at us and shakily trying to haul up his boxers. My fat cock quivered as it stuck out from my body, pre-cum still pearling on the tip, and couldn’t prevent myself from moaning loudly as I felt Aubrey’s tongue flick against it, her hands slowly caressing my hairy chest and belly.

In spite of the risk of further incurring his displeasure, I couldn’t help allowing myself a grin; as expected, my reaction earned me a ’see what I mean’ incline of the head and a warning slap on the arm. Though Aubrey always celebrated her size, and loved how much I worshipped her soft, full curves, I’d had my head buried between her legs often enough to understand how much strength she possessed. However, rather than the small gush of thin nectar that usually accompanied my Mistress’ climaxes, my lips and tongue were coated instead with a thick, sticky fluid; a kind I’d never seen before, but which tasted like warm syrup. I could tell that Aubrey was rapidly losing herself the role of Mistress: locks of my hair were now twisted around her fingers, and I could feel her thighs gently beginning to quiver as she slowly increased the pressure of her touch, smothering my face between her legs.Her nipples were once again as hard as bullets, and I could feel a slight dampness spreading between her legs. I heard Aubrey mutter sternly as our lips parted, "I think you’d better get your arse over here quick-smart.

Stumbling through the door, she and I pulled Colin onto the couch, seating him between us, and wrapping our arms around his shoulders.

She was in full ’Domme mode’ again, and this was her way of telling Colin to stay exactly where he was, or she’d crush the breath out of him in an instant.