This story features thick and chubby women, reluctantly giving in to cheating, and a breeding kink. If these aren't your thing, don't say I didn't warn you.
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Knock! Knock! Knock!
Pam's blonde hair cascaded down her back, trailed behind her as she bounced toward the door. The golden hair framed her soft, round face, with full, dimple-kissed cheeks and a gentle but nervous smile. Her eyes sparkled a bright blue against the the creamy-warm tone of her slightly sun-kissed skin. Her lips parted slightly, panting as she jiggled across the room, full and inviting.
Pam twisted the handle and pulled open the door of her on-campus apartment, and her breath caught in her throat at the sight before her.
Wow, she thought, the handyman's... hot.
A six foot three muscular hunk of a man, clad in a tight wifebeater smudged with stains and overalls, stood in her doorway. The curves of his bulging, cut ab muscles pushed through the sweat-soaked tight white fabric. His chiseled jawline pulled into a handsome grin under tousled medium-length brown hair as his eyes looked her up and down, gliding over her ample curves. She thought she could see his pupils dilate.
Fuck, she thought. He was a stud. A stallion.
Built to fuck.
Built to breed.
The handyman was doing some leering of his own. Pam was five foot four and thick in all the right places. Her wide hips jutted out, stretching her lacy black thong underwear. Her enormous G-cup breasts pushed against the thin white fabric of her t-shirt, thick nipples poking through it and distorting the faded college logo graphic. Her round little face was blushing fiercely and plastered with a doe-eyed expression, eyes widening with wonder and thick lips parting with her slack-jawed gaze.
"Hey there," he said, voice deep and smooth as butter. "I'm Lance."
She was awestruck. Dazed.
"You know..." he cocked his head to the side, "...the handyman?"
She was unable to form words.
"The... facilities department got a repair request from Unit 1132, is that... you?" he probed, one eyebrow raised.
"Um, y-yeah- yes! That was me," Pam stammered, as Lance glanced up and down, eyes drifting hungrily over her generous curves.
Her waist curved smoothly outward to transition into the voluptuous swell of her wide hips and full thighs, her round little belly pushed against the t-shirt.
Fuck, he thought, this girl was thick in all the right places. And so goddamn breedable.
Lance put an arm up to lean into the doorway, a slight half-chub pushing against his jeans crotch.
"Okay," he grinned down at her, "let me take a look."
He stepped inside, his eyes never leaving hers as he moved past her into the apartment. Pam closed the door behind him, the click of the latch louder than usual, a break in a silence saturated with hot tension, pregnant with possibility.
As Lance strolled towards the kitchen, Pam was fixated on the way his muscles flexed under his wifebeater. A surge of desire welled up within her.
"Lance," she called out, her voice barely above a whisper. He turned around, his eyes locking onto hers with a cocky smile. God, he just oozed confidence.
"Yes?" he asked, his voice gentle.
Pam took a step closer. Her heart was pounding in her chest.
"I think the problem is w-with the sink," she said, trying to sound casual despite her voice trembling and butterflies tumbling around in her stomach.
"Got it." Lance smiled and nodded.
His gaze moved up and down over her thick curves again.
Damn. She was gonna make him act up. He could feel it. He needed to stop knocking up thick sluts already. There were already three of them hitting him up for child support.
But fuck, he thought, eyes drifting over the swell of her wide, chubby hips jutting luridly out from her little puffy belly. How could he possibly resist this?
He lived to thrust his fat, unprotected cock into the thick cunt lips of spread-legged chubbies. To hear them squeal under him as gallons of thick fuck cream spurted out of his clenching balls and deep into their warm pussies.
It was heaven. It was the meaning of fucking life, man.
And this girl. He could tell by her shining eyes and dilated pupils. This girl was gonna make it too easy.
He grinned and he moved towards the sink with a confident swagger. Arriving in the kitchen, he began to examine the faucet.
He decided to let her simmer. To tease her a little. To wait and see how long until she boiled over with need.
As he worked, Pam's eyes were fixed on the little details of his body. The way his hands moved deftly, the way his hair curled slightly at the nape of his neck. Ugh, he was so... fucking... hot. Her thighs pressed together, moisture gathering between them.
"Lance?" she said again, her voice softer this time.
He looked up, his eyes meeting hers. "Yes, Pam?"
"I think you might need to get under the sink to fix it," she squeaked softly.
He grinned and nodded. "Yes, ma'am."
Pam's pussy clenched involuntarily, and a drool of warm fluid oozed lazily from her tight slit, pooling in her lacy panties.
As Lance bent down to examine the pipes, Pam's gaze fell on the tight fit of his jeans, the slight bulge that hinted at his arousal. She felt a flush rise to her cheeks again, and a surge in the moist tingling sensation in her lower abdomen.
As Lance bent down to examine the pipes, the tight fabric of his jeans stretched taut over his muscular thighs and the hint of his erection. Pam's eyes lingered on the bulge, her heart racing with anticipation. She took another step closer.
"Lance, I... think you might need some more light down there."
He looked up, deep into her eyes. "I think you're right, Pam," he said, his voice low and husky.
Pam fumbled for the flashlight on the counter, her hands shaking slightly as she handed it to him. Their fingers touched, and a jolt of electricity ran through her body.
As Lance smiled and turned back to click it on and examine the plumbing, the air was thick with tension. Pam's gaze drifted down to Lance's back, the muscles tensing as he worked.
"Lance?" she whispered again, her voice trembling.
"Yes, Pam?" he replied, his voice muffled from under the sink.
Pam took a deep breath, her words spilling out in a rush. "I think I need some... help w-with something else..."
Lance paused, his head turning slightly to look at her. "What do you need help with, Pam?"
Pam's cheeks flushed hotter, but she couldn't look away. "I need help with... with you," she stammered.
Lance's eyes narrowed, a slow smile spreading across his face. He stood up, the flashlight dropping to the floor with a soft clatter.
Pam shivered. His bulky frame towered over her.
"How can I help, Pam?"
Wordlessly, her gaze drifted from his eyes to his thick lips to the noticeable bulge ballooning out his shorts.
He followed her ogling eyes. A sly smile spread across Lance's face.
He stepped forward, and as she inhaled sharply, breath hitching in her throat, he reached out his strong arms and his big hands wrapped around her waist, pulling her close.
Her warm softness pressed against him, enveloped the hard penis poking through his shorts.
Something had snapped in Lance. She could see it behind his eyes, glazed over with lust. She'd pressed and pressed, and now he had shifted into a different gear.
She had unshackled a predator inside him, and she was the prey to be savored.
She gasped. His lips brushed against her neck, sending shivers down her spine. His cock was pressed through his shorts right against her vulva now. Her oozing cunt juice had already drenched her own shorts and was beginning to soak through his too, a wet spot expanding from the tip of his thick, hard tentpole.
Without another word, Lance reached down to get his hands around her thick ass cheeks and palmed both sides of her bubble butt. Effortlessly, he lifted Pam and placed her on the kitchen counter.
He yanked her thong down, the fabric tearing slightly as it ripped free from her hips. Pam gasped, her legs parting involuntarily.
He raised his gaze to look directly into her eyes. Never breaking eye contact, his fingers traced her waistband and then slowly, carefully, crept down her belly, slipping underneath her lacy thong to drift toward her engorged labia.
With a grunt of satisfaction, Lance's fingers pushed deep into her wet slit.
"Oh... my... godddddd..." she moaned, her head tilting back as Lance's fingers worked her dripping, clenching hole while his thumb circled her clit.
Their lips met. Lance's mouth claimed hers, sucking her thick lips with a fierce possessiveness. This slut was giving herself to him, and he was going to take without hesitation, without mercy. He was going to take what was his. Pam's cunt was gushing with hot liquid in anticipation.
Lance unzipped his jeans, his cock springing free. It was thick and hard, and Pam's eyes widened as he positioned himself between her legs.
With one swift motion, Lance thrust into her, his cock sliding deep into her pussy, stretching her thick labia lips and ballooning her birth canal with its impressive girth.
Pam squealed with delight, her body arching off the counter as he fucked her hard and fast. The dorm kitchen counter creaked under the force of their movements.
Plap! Plop! Plap! Plap! Plop!
