I'm cleaning out my storylines directory, and finishing all the bits and pieces that have just been sitting there for god only knows how long.
I'll get an idea, jot down a line of dialog, or a description, then save it. I come back to some of them every few months and bang out a few paragraphs, then let it sit till I open it again.
That's how this little story was born. I have a friend who asks me if I think she's fat all the time. I tell her yes, she's delightfully, fuckably fat, but sadly, I haven't gotten to fuck her...yet. I was thinking about her when I wrote most of this.
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"Do you think I'm fat?" Susan asked as she turned from side to side, looking at her reflection in the full-length mirror in my bedroom.
We usually hang around my house if we're not going out, because I have a ninety inch smart TV, more computers and tablets than I can keep track of, and Google gigabit ethernet, so playing games and streaming movies is really fast.
We've been seeing each other for a few weeks, and we've had sex a few times, but I like to hang around with her because she's just fun to be with. She's great in bed, but she has a great personality too.
Except for being extremely self-conscious about her weight.
She asked the question at least every other day, if not every day, and I managed to not answer by changing the subject, or distracting her somehow, usually with a tickle attack.
The truth is, she isn't fat. At worst, she could be described as thick. Personally, I think she could carry another twenty pound and look fantastic. She's five-ten, and I think she weighs about 180 pounds. I know she wears a 38EE bra because I looked at the tag on one, wears size 10 skinny jeans, which I like her in, but she can wear my nephew's size 30 Levi's comfortably. She also has a sweet round ass that I'm guessing is around 39 or 40 inches. It's smooth and creamy white, no dimpling or cellulite or that stuff you see on chicks that are fat. The bitch is built like a walking wet dream, and thinks she's too fat. Let's hear a big thank you for the marketing industry.
I was about to blow her off again, maybe see if I could distract her by getting her into bed, since we had one right there anyway, but I noticed that she was watching me in the mirror.
I swear to god, I didn't mean to do it, but before I could stop them, the words were coming out of my mouth.
"Oh yeah, you are definitely fat..."
"You bastard!" She shouted as she whirled around, but I was already moving toward her.
I reached her before she could move or say anything else, and my hand closed around her throat as my body pressed hers against the wall. Her eyes went wide in surprise, and she took in a gasping breath.
I'd been rough with her in bed a few times, but I don't think she expected what I was doing. I was always nice and polite to her, but with the way she acted when I got rough in bed, I wanted to see what she would do.
"Yeah," I said, my face an inch from hers, looking her right in the eyes. "You are definitely fat. Deliciously, delightfully fat."
My hand moved up and grabbed the neck of her t-shirt, and I jerked down, shredding it. It didn't matter, it was one of mine, she likes to wear my shirts. Then I grabbed one of the cups on her bra and jerked on it. I felt the strap break, and I pushed the bra out of the way and sank my fingers into her tit.
"Look at this fucking udder, I've seen smaller jugs hanging off cows." I grunted.
Her eyes darted down, then came right back up to meet mine.
"But I love feeling these big, fat, saggy tits. I love it when you rub them all over my face while you're riding my cock, and I can't wait to get my cock between them and titty fuck the shit out of them."
Her eyes widened even more, and she pretended to struggle, but I could tell by the way she was breathing that being treated like this was turning her on.
"Then there's that big ass you like to stick in my face...don't deny it, I know you do it on purpose." I said as I let go of her tit and moved my hand down to the button on her jeans. I popped it open and jerked on one flap, breaking the zipper and hearing them tear.
My leg slipped between hers, and I jammed my thigh against her crotch, and she ground down on it as I pressed into her harder.
My dick was harder than chinese 'rithmatic by this time, and I was pretty sure she was dripping. I could feel the damp heat coming off her against my leg.
"You like this?" I asked, forcing my hand into her pants and under her panties. My fingers brushed over the short crisp curls of her pubes, then pressed against the lightly furred lips of her pussy.
She nodded, and her hand pressed into my chest, not pushing me away, but just stroking back and forth lightly.
"Your cunt is sopping wet you little slut. You're getting off on this. You like me being the big bad dom with you, don't you?
She nodded again, and I pulled my hand out of her pants, grabbing a handful of ties from the rack in the closet next to us. Taking my hand off of her throat, I wrapped it in her hair and pushed her toward the bed, forcing her face down onto it as her legs hit it.
She didn't resist as I pulled her hands behind her back and tied them loosely with one of the ties. She did give a little gasp when I used another tie to blindfold her.
Her ass was hanging off the side of the bed, and she raised up a little.
"Are...are you going to gag me too?" She asked as I jerked her jeans down around her knees.
"No, I've got something else in mind for your mouth." I laughed, opening my jeans and pushing them down. My cock bounced up and smacked against my stomach, then angled up as I moved in closer behind her.
"Fuck yeah." She muttered, "I wanna su..."
"Shut the fuck up." I said, smacking her on the ass as hard as I could.
I watched a bright red mark appear as I grabbed her hips and lifted her ass. My cock found its way between her legs, and I pulled back on her hips as I felt the lips of her pussy spreading around the head of my cock.
"Fucking shit!" She groaned as the head of my cock plowed into her.
