Big Strong BBWs make the nicest slaves. This is a story of an older man who turns his 18 year old big bodied coworker into his submissive love slave. Caution: contains some pain and abuse which I don't condone since I adore BIG bodied women. Just a fantasy to OWN one of these luscious ladies. If you don't like BBWs, please don't read.
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It was 9:00 a.m. and I was settling into my cubicle to begin the day's purchasing orders when I heard the boss, Ms. Brownstone.
"This will be your cubicle Darlene. Why don't you get settled while I go make a few phone calls, then I will be back and introduce you around the office."
I knew we were getting a new Purchasing agent, so I calmly turned my head as I saw Darlene squeeze her massive frame into the small office chair. I knew she had to top the scales at 360 pounds and on what I guessed was her 5'5" frame, she was a vision to behold.
She had a beautiful full round baby face, with jet black hair flowing to below her shoulders. I surveyed her tanned massive legs, with her skirt stopping about three inches above her knees. She was wearing white sandals since it was pushing 95 degrees in a tough July in the Nations Capital. Her toenails were polished in a light shade of pink, which made my dick jump at the thought of devouring each toe slowly in my mouth.
I could see the rolls of flesh layered in the light material of her dress, and almost creamed in my pants as I watched her bend to retrieve a pen and expose the mountainous breasts, nearly totally exposed by the scooped neck of her dress.
I loved the way she blushed as she sat back up and caught me staring directly at her. She couldn't hold my eye contact and with a shy smile, turned back to her computer terminal. I knew at that point I had to make this large young Goddess my property by the end of the day.
At 38, I hadn't seen many women that interested me since my divorce 3 years ago, but this young shy beauty definitely made me want her, so I slowly rose from the chair and moved toward her. Even though I am only 5'5" and 130, I have always been very assertive and aggressive, going after what I wanted. My "ex" couldn't take my need to dominate, so we had parted, fairly amicably.
I moved within a foot of her chair and extended my hand in greeting. "Hi. I'm Gerry Richards."
She shyly took my hand, but had an incredibly strong grip. I knew that beautiful fleshy body would contain an enormous amount of power, and it was my goal to tame it and make it serve me. "Nice to meet you Gerry. I am Darlene Gibson." I noticed the engagement ring on her left hand, but no wedding band. As she turned her back to me and studied the computer monitor, I moved behind her and gently put my hands on her shoulders and began to knead her soft flesh.
"What are you doing Gerry?"
"Just getting the kinks out before you start your day. Feels good doesn't it?"
"Well yes. But I don't know if you should be touching me since we just met, and doing it at work just doesn't seem right."
"Don't worry about that. Just relax."
After five minutes, Darlene's eyes were closed and her head began to bob and circle in relaxed bliss.
"I'd like to get to know you better Darlene, so I want you to treat me to lunch at 1:00."
"No way!"
I firmly held her shoulders to keep her from twisting around and with a smile, plunged both hands into her bra, firmly grabbing a nipple in each hand and twisting it roughly.
Shocked and embarrassed, Darlene looked around, and grabbed at my hands, but that only made me twist harder, and her to stifle a scream of pain.
"Please Gerry. You're hurting me. Okay...okay, I will treat you to lunch. Please let go."
"On one condition. You spend the evening at my place, and we get to know each other a little better."
"Please. I can't. I am supposed to meet my fiancΓ© tonight for dinner and a movie."
I released one nipple, picked up the phone and handed it to her, and once again twisted the nipple I still held as I told her to cancel.
"Please please, stop hurting me. Okay; I will. I will."
I eased up on her nipples enough to let her voice get back to normal as she explained to "Michael" that she would have to work late and would see him another time."
I rubbed her nipples gently as she hung up the phone and felt them respond and harden to my sensitive loving touch.
"That was very good Darlene. You won't regret canceling. Now please remove your panties and hand them over. You will no longer wear panties to work, or anywhere in my presence."
"Please Gerry. This has gone far enough."
I grabbed her hair roughly and pulled her head back as I twisted her hardened nipple with my other hand and whispered in her ear, "Never again deny any request I make of you. Understood?... Understood?"
"Yes. Please. I'll do as you ask. Please just stop hurting me."
"The panties....now!"
I released her hair and began to caress the fleshy mounds of her breasts once again as she moved a hand on each side of her dress and pushed the huge white silky panties over her quivering thighs and down her calves.
Shyly she gathered the huge garment into her hand and offered it to me. I could see the yellow stained crotch, covered with about ten pubic hairs and I drew it to my nose and inhaled deeply taking in her wonderful aroma.
I continued to caress her breasts as I leaned over and began to run gentle kisses and bites up and down her neck, biting her earlobe and French kissing her ear with my hungry tongue and warm breath. I whispered into her ear, "You smell heavenly Darlene. Welcome to Fairfield Incorporated," and I returned to my cubicle to put my panty prize in my top drawer.
When Ms. Brownstone returned, Darlene's face was still flushed with a combination of fear and arousal. When it was my turn to be introduced, I calmly smiled and said, "Oh Darlene and I have already become good friends. In fact we are going to lunch together. Isn't that right Darlene?"
Looking down at the floor, Darlene whispered, "Yes. Yes, that's right."