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  “Yes… it’s my first time, here at the bar,” I managed to answer the guy.

  “Welcome. I hope you have a good time,” he said, stretching his hand to greet me. “I’m John, by the way.”

  I stretched his hand, shaking just a little bit. “Thank you, John, I’m Andy.”

  The man took a seat next to me. “So, Andy, what are you looking for here?”

  “Nothing in particular… I mean… I was just in the neighborhood…” I tried to explain without revealing the truth. I guess I was starting to doubt my own reasons to be there. “I just came in for a drink,” I concluded, taking a sip to my scotch.

  “No one comes here just for a drink,” John assured me with a devious grin.

  I took another sip, trying to gather courage. “Then, we could say I’m here to expand my horizons,” I admitted reluctantly.

  “I see… are you looking for something in particular for that expansion?” John’s grin became wider.

  “No… I’m not even sure I should be here.”

  “Have you tried this before? Do you have any idea of what you’re looking for?” the man sounded like an expert, and he probably was.

  “Yes… I’ve tried it once, and I thought it was worth investigating it thoroughly,” I admitted, looking at him in the eye. He was a very attractive man, and his scent was starting to do strange things to me. I mean, I smell good. I use perfume every day, but this guy didn’t seem to know what perfume was and yet he had such an alluring scent, you know, he smelled like a man, and a mix of musk, leather, and sandal. I could feel my nostrils expanding to perceive it each time I took a breath.

  I finished my drink in a single gulp and looked for the bartender, looking to order another one.

  “Allow me to get you a drink,” John offered, raising his hand and summoning the bartender.

  “There’s no need, but thank you,” I declined, politely, not sure I wanted to accept anything from this man.

  He turned to look at me, “I insist.” The look in his eyes told me he wasn’t taking no for an answer and I decided it would be better to accept it.

  He ordered me another scotch and a beer for himself. “How come you ended up trying this?” he asked me once the bartender gave them their drinks.

  I looked at him, trying to decide if I should tell him the truth and shrugging, I decided I had nothing to lose. Not at this point. “In a threesome.”

  “Did you enjoy it?” he sounded curious.

  “Yes, more than I expected. And now I don’t seem to be able to take it out of my mind.”

  “And so you decided to try it again,” he concluded. “Why not go with the guy that introduced you to it?”

  “He’s an old friend. I guess I’m not ready to admit it to him,” I explained, tilting my head to a side, looking at him.

  “Yes, I can understand that.” He drank half of his beer. “And here you are. What did you have in mind when you came here?”

  “I don’t know… meeting someone, chatting and see what happened, I guess,” I admitted, feeling as I flushed a little. It sounded so stupid, yet it was the truth.

  “Well, you’ve met me. We’ve chatted. Do you want to see what happens?” he suggested with a mischievous grin.

  I almost jumped on my stall, startled. Was he really hitting on me?

  “I don’t understand what you mean…” I murmured.

  “Well, you want to learn more about this and I want to be the one teaching you. Do you want me to show you?” he asked, stating his offer clearly.

  I looked at him and considered his proposal. Could I really go with this man and live a similar experience to the one I lived with Drake? This time, Sarah wouldn’t be there and this man was a virtual stranger.

  “I’m sure we would have a good time together,” he added. “We can go to a hotel, a neutral place, or to my place if you would prefer a place more private.”

  “Do you do this often?” I had to ask.

  “No, not really. I’m into long term relationships, but my last partner died a few months ago with cancer, so I guess I’m on the market again,” he explained.

  “Why me? Wouldn’t you prefer someone with more experience, someone who knows what he’s doing?” I asked, too curious to keep my mouth shut.

  “Sometimes experience is overrated. And I don’t know, something about you caught my attention. That hadn’t happened in a long time,” he explained, with a scowl. “David, the bartender can give you references of me, if that’s what worries you.”

  “I can take care of myself.” I might not be a professional fighter, but I wasn’t a pussy either.

  “So, what do you say?” he finished his beer and put the bottle on the counter.

  I finished my drink too, wrinkling my face, at the burning that ran down my throat.

  “Let’s do it,” I accepted, depositing the glass next to his empty bottle.

  “My place or the hotel?”

  I was risking a lot here, but the idea of going to the hotel didn’t make me feel comfortable. “I guess your place would be better.”

  “You’re free to leave whenever you decide,” he assured me.

  “Thank you.” We paid for our drinks and left the place.

  “Did you drive here?” he asked me.

  “No, I took a cab. I knew I would be drinking.”

  “I only had a beer, but I drive a Harley. I can take you if you want,” he warned me.

  “Sure, I would love too.”

  We walked into the parking lot and we approached a huge, black Harley. He took a helmet from underneath the seat and handed it to me. His helmet was secured to the steering wheel.

  We left the place and minutes later, he was parking the Harley on a big house driveway. Apparently, he was more than just a biker.

  He invited me and offered me another drink.

  “What can I get you?”

  “Another scotch, if you have one.” I decided not to mix drinks. For me, that was always a bad idea.

  I looked around while he poured the drinks. The place was very masculine, decorated in tones of black and white, but here and there you would find a couple of colorful cushions, some green plants, a landscape painting and some soft lamps that added color and warmth to the place.

  “You have a nice place here,” I said, to break the thick silence that fell over us when he handed me my scotch.

  “Thank you. The decoration was made by Mark, my last partner. But I like it.” He was having another beer.

  “It’s really nice,” I said looking all around, feeling a bit nervous. Now that I was there I had no idea what to do, or how to act.

  “Take a seat, I promise I won’t jump over you.” He teased me, noting my nervousness.

  I chuckled and took a seat on a couch. “I must admit I’m lost here. I have no idea how to act or what to say.”

  “I understand. Why don’t you let me do it all? You just have to relax and enjoy,” he suggested, taking a seat next to me.

  “I guess I could do that.”

  “If you feel uncomfortable with something, just tell me so. I find no pleasure in rape or force.” He assured me.

  “I will, thank you.”

  John finished his beer and encouraged me to finish my scotch. “Come, let’s take a shower. It will relax you.” He offered me and I agreed. I guessed it was a way to start.

  He took me to his bedroom, dominated by a huge bed, bigger than any one I had ever seen, but considering the size of the man, I shouldn’t be surprised.

  The bathroom too was big, and the shower stall was one of those with shower heads all over, able to massage your whole body, and unlike others, I had seen, this one was huge too, able to fit four people comfortably.

  “Why don’t you take your clothes off, and start showering? I’ll get us some clean towels,” he announced, leaving me alone.

  I thanked him for the moments alone. I was a pile of nerves, and I kept asking myself what the hell I was doing there, with a perfect stranger and a man,
above it all. I had always considered myself straight, so what was I doing here?

  Memories of my time with Drake filled my mind and my cock jumped. Right, this was shy. I needed to know if I would feel the same with any man, with a gay man, and this was the best way to know. John seemed the perfect man to start with, so I just had to go for it.

  I took off my clothes, piling them over a chair, and entered the stall, opening the main shower head, enjoying the pressure of the warm water massaging my stressed body.

  I had my eyes closed when John entered the stall completely naked, joining me.

  I opened my eyes when I felt his presence behind me and for the first time, I saw him completely naked. John had nothing to envy Drake, but his body didn’t look like the result of a regular gym. The tattoos I had seen on his arms also covered his chest and back and were amazing. Curious, my eyes dropped below his waist and my heart missed a beat.

  Alright, I was out of my league here. The man had a huge, thick cock. There was no way I could take him. I wasn’t prepared for a man like him.

  “Like what you see?” he asked me, resting one of his hands on the wall behind me, coming closer to where I was standing.

  “Maybe this wasn’t a good idea.” I expressed my doubts, in a shaky tone.

  “Remember what I told you, just relax and let me do it all. It will be perfect.” He assured me, smiling. He grabbed the bottle of bath gel and poured some in his big hands starting to spread it all over my chest.

  Taking a deep breath, I grabbed some bath gel myself started to wash John’s chest as well, as he pulled me closer.

  John ran his hands up my sides, to my chest, reaching for my nipples, pinching them and rolling them between his fingers, while I kept washing his muscled chest, tracing his tattoos with my fingers, biting my lips to hold back the moans of pleasure his touch conjured in me.

  His hands slid down my body, reaching my already hard cock and he soaped it thoroughly, making sure he cleansed it all perfectly, including my back entrance. I kept my loins completely shaved, and apparently, he loved it. His was also shaved.

  His fingers lasted more time on my ass, rimming it, and poking my entrance, making sure to get it really cleaned, and poking it at the same time, in a very teasing way.

  I tried to imitate his moves, but he seemed to have other plans.

  “Wash your hair,” he asked me, and I obeyed, eager for what was to come.

  He washed himself quickly and just a few moments later, we were out of the bathroom and back in his bedroom.

  John cradled my face with one of his hands and pulling me closer, he claimed my mouth in a passionate kiss. It was my first kiss with a man and at first, I was paralyzed, not knowing what to do, but soon my arousal and my needs forced me to act and I threw my arms around his neck, deepening the kiss.

  With a grunt of pleasure, he pushed me over the bed and climbed right after me, still kissing me, scattering a thousand small kisses all over my mouth, my cheeks, my ears and down my neck. It felt so damn arousing I was having trouble to believe this was real.

  One of his hands found my sensitive nipples and played with them, pinching and pulling them, while the other one reached my hard cock and started to stroke it, up and down, massaging the head each time he came up.

  His hot mouth found my other nipple and he added kisses and nibbles to the play.

  I was so aroused I was having trouble trying to think clearly. My mind was overwhelmed by feelings and sensations and all I could do was feel.

  After a little while, his mouth reached my hard cock and he took me deep into his throat, sucking me so hard I didn’t last much. Waves of pleasure crashed over me and my whole body shuddered with a powerful orgasm.

  I was still panting hard when he made me stay on my fours. The next thing I felt was how he poured something over my ass, pushing a finger inside me, lubricating the area perfectly before he pushed a second and then a third finger inside me. I was so relaxed after the orgasm that he had no trouble getting inside me.

  When he was pleased with how stretched I was, he removed his fingers and replaced them with the tip of his thick cock.

  He was way bigger than Drake, and for a moment I tensed up, but he leaned over me and kissed my neck. “Relax, I won’t hurt you.”

  For some reason, I believed him and I relaxed, completely. He spread my ass cheeks and slowly he pushed himself into me, inch my inch, allowing me to get used to his presence in me. It didn’t take him much to get all the way in, and the feeling was even better than last time.

  He slid out almost completely before he pushed himself all the way in, this time faster, and slowly at first, he started to thrust in and out of me. It felt amazing, and as he would speed the thrusts, going faster and deeper, so did my pleasure increased.

  I was panting hard and my heart was pounding hard against my chest, and I could feel another orgasm building inside me. My cock was hard as a rock and I took my hand to it and started to stroke it as John kept thrusting inside me.

  His grunts of pleasure matched my own and I relished on the way his hands grasped hard my hips as if he was struggling to control himself, to make it last a few moments more.

  But I wanted him to lose control. I wanted him to feel the pleasure I was feeling with his hard cock buried inside me, so I remembered how much I loved it when Sarah clenched her walls hard around me, so I did the same, as I stroked myself faster.

  John growled, and only a few moments later he was joining me in a huge orgasm. It was so powerful it drained me completely, making me collapse on the bed with him over me, still inside me.

  He leaned all his weight on his arms, but I still felt the warmth of his body, covering mine completely. It was breath-taking.

  After a few moments, John rolled out of me, lying next to me, with his eyes closed, still breathing hard.

  “Are you sure you’re new at this?” he teased me, slightly opening one eye to look at me.

  I chuckled. “Oh, yes, very new.”

  “Then you’re a natural,” he assured me. “I would like to do this again, wouldn’t you?”

  I sighed pleased. “Oh, yes I definitely would.”

  I didn’t know if this was the real me, or I was like Drake, bisexual, what I did know was that I had to explore this side of me thoroughly and I know I was sure John was the right person to lead me on this new path, and he seemed more than willing to do it.

  “Perfect. Can you stay the weekend?” he invited me.

  “It can be arranged,” I assured him with a broad smile. Though I had been dating Sarah for some time now, there wasn’t anything serious between us, so I was free to enjoy myself with John with whatever he had in mind. And I would.

  The end

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  Nicole Ferguson

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  My name is Dora. I’m a bigger woman.

  Let’s come right out and say it, but the one thing that I’ve learned over my time as a BBW, is that just because my body is not idealized, does not mean that I can’t get cock whenever I want.

  For a while, in my life, I spent a lot of time in sadness. Not really know what was going to become of me, or whether or not I would find true love. Then I came to the realization that I had plenty of people who loved me, but what I really needed was a steady supply of eager cock, willing to penetrate every hole in my body.

  I tried everything.

  There were a few online hook-ups, but they didn’t lead anywhere in particular. A couple of men were there, but they weren’t really my type. Some of them were too timid for my taste, because I like a man who’s strong enough to assert his control, and takes what he wants. Most of all, I wanted to be that object of sexual desire.

  There’s something so primal about being slapped and well fucked, and I needed that more than anything.


  In order to find what I was looking for, I decided to simply drop my guard, and put myself out there — so I put up an ad online.

  “BBW Sex Slave, Looking for Multiple Partners for Your Pleasure.”

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  Chapter One

  “I can’t even tell you how fantastic your ass looks in that dress.”

  Shocked I turned to see who had made such a comment to me. I wasn’t used to hearing such things and the comment alone shocked me. Behind me stood a guy in a fancy suit with a broad grin on his face. I was at the wedding of one of my father’s friends. My father was acting as pastor for the wedding and I had been invited out of respect. I was surprised actually since I hadn’t seen my father in about a month. Being the pastor’s daughter had never made my life easier and recently I had left his flock to venture out in the world to see what he was afraid of me seeing. I wanted to live after all. I felt like I had been suffocating my whole life and I was only 18. My father was often strict and overbearing. I didn’t like being around it all anymore.

  Since being away from my father I had lost my virginity and slept with a few other men as well. He would be so disappointed in me but call it acting out if you will, but I needed to experience these things that my father was so determined to deny me. My father never let me have any fun and I was sick of it. So maybe I shouldn’t have slept with three men in one month but I was desperate to prove my father wrong, that fun stuff wasn’t all bad. Plus, I really enjoyed being with those guys and so far I saw no reason to return back to my father’s flock.

  Looking at this guy I had to wonder how he managed to approached girls so confidently and say the most outrageous things. He was so handsome too, wasn’t that just my luck? I had realized through my limited time in the dating world that most hot guys turned out to be dicks. So far this guy was living up to that theory perfectly. Two of the three guys I had slept with hadn’t even bothered to call me the next day and they were ridiculously hot, so this guy wasn’t about to woe me over any time soon. The one average looking guy that I had dated had worshipped the ground that I walked on.