I skimmed over all the articles in the latest issue of Cosmopolitan, and an ad in the back caught my attention, claiming to be the surefire guide for large BBW to pick up men for great sex, or as the ad stated, how to get P-E-N-I-S:
P erfectly
E enjoyable
N aughty
I ncredible
S ex
I was taken in by the model, who was probably my age, 26, and my size, 5'6", 268 pounds, and filled out the order form, inserted my check for $29.95 plus shipping, and sent it off. Three weeks later, I was unwrapping the DVD and manual and slipping it into the player.
Over the weekend, I ended up watching the DVD 3 times and reading the manual from cover to cover twice. It gave incredible advice on how to find your appropriate quarry, how to get them out on a date, how to get them and bed, and sexual techniques once you had them there, to drive them wild and make them totally willing to please. It even provided a quick reference guide in the end which summarized the whole program:
1.Identify your "lucky" male (Should be shy, well mannered...best success)
2.Make your approach (Ignore his shyness and initiate talk)
3.Continue Pursuit: (Bend over to show ample cleavage)
4.Continue Pursuit: (Initiate Physical Contact)
5.Set Date for after work (Don't allow time to back out)
6.Stay aggressive during date (Shy men love a woman who can lead)
7.Drive him home and ask to come in.
8.After small talk, initiate kiss, then initiate sex (Continue to take the lead)
9.Fuck his brains out
I had chuckle a bit at number nine, but if this plan got me to that point, I would not complain one bit since it has been six months since I had a good fucking. I memorized all of the steps and planned and practiced all weekend.
When Monday morning rolled around I showered and applied my makeup lightly to bring out my full moist lips, and deep blue eyes. I wore my jet black hair pulled up and away from my ears to reveal sparkling diamond studs in my ears.
I slipped into a scoop necked sleeveless dress which clung to the large curve of my ample buttocks, with the hem ending three inches above the knee. I topped off the outfit with a pair of toeless heels which accented the pink polish of my toes.
I entered the lobby of Jason Williams and Son, my place of employment, and also the employment of the man I had identified as my first sexual target. Jerry Walters worked in Accounting. A cute guy who was quite a bit older at 53, but he had all the qualities I was looking for in my plan. He was a gentleman, shy, divorced, so he had at least a little sexual experience, and his boss was an aggressive woman, so he had no problem with assertive women.
I went to my office and dumped my briefcase, and retrieved the spreadsheet I was going to have Jerry look over.
I went to his office and tapped on his door and said "Good Morning Jerry. Got a minute?"
He looked up from his computer, took off his glasses then quickly looked down at his desk and said in his quiet voice, almost whispering, "Sure Ms Richards. Please come in."
I moved to the front of his desk and watched his eyes as they surveyed my ample curves and breasts. I leaned over, placing the spreadsheet on his desk and made it impossible for him to look up and see anything but my ample cleavage. I could fee the slinky material fall away from my breasts, so I knew he was getting a clear view of my soft fleshy mounds lightly contained in my sheer lacy black bra.
My confidence took incredible leaps as I watched the pencil shake in his hands as he tried to concentrate on the figures in the spreadsheet but was unable to keep his eyes from returning to my nearly exposed top.
After 15 minutes he had reviewed all the figures and I could see sweat actually begin to bead up on his forehead as I slowly moved, so my breasts were having a hypnotic effect on him. He pushed back from his desk to put a distance between us, but still snuck peeks at my enticing mounds of flesh.
"The figures look fine Ms. Richards."
"Please Jerry. Call me Sharon."
"Um..sure...okay...Sharon."
"Now that we got that little bit of business out of the way, do you mind if I talk to you about a personal matter?"
Jerry squirmed in his chair with a half smile, still avoiding my eye contact and said "Well sure. I guess that would be all right."
"You don't mind if I close your door do you?" Without waiting for an answer, I slowly turned and walked to the door accentuating the sway of my massive hips fighting the constraints of my skirt. I could feel his eyes on my shapely thick legs as I reached the door and gently closed it.
I turned and leaned up against it, crossing my left leg over my right, with my hands behind my back and my huge breasts thrust forward.
"Jerry, I just wanted to tell you that I find you quite attractive."
I thought he was going to fall out of his chair and land on his head, but he caught the edge of his desk at the last moment and stammered, "Oh sure."
"Really. I do. I find you very attractive and was wondering if you had a steady girlfriend or if you were available."
Jerry gave a nervous laugh, wringing his hands, straightening his tie and whispered "Well thank you Ms. Richards...I mean Sharon. Um...No I haven't dated much since my divorce five years ago, so I don't have a steady girlfriend."
I repeated silently to myself 'Continue pursuit, Continue pursuit,' and slowly moved toward him as his eyes grew wide.
"Please stand up Jerry."
Again he gave a nervous almost giggle and said "Why?"
"Just stand up. You'll see."
Ever so slowly he pushed back his chair and rose, but stared down at his feet unable to meet my gaze as I stood now just two feet from him.
"What are you, about 5'9"?"
"5'7 ¾"
"I'm 5'6". That's a pretty good height differential between a man a woman don't you think?"
"Um. Yes, I suppose it is."
"I'd like to hug you Jerry. You wouldn't mind would you?"
"I...I guess it's alright."
I moved my big body into his and wrapped my arms around his neck. "Put your arms around my waist Jerry."
His shaky moist hands were only able to reach around to the edges of my broad back, and he held them motionless, unsure of my next move. I smiled and without asking, moved in, and joined our lips in a soft kiss. I rubbed my hands over his neck, then began to move them over his slim frame, down his back, and when I squeezed the cheeks of his buttocks while inserting my tongue into his mouth, he let out a startled moan, which quickly changed into a moan of pleasure.
I withdrew my tongue and invited his tongue into my mouth. As I gently sucked and held it captive, I slowly moved my hand around to his crotch and felt the hard rod causing his pants to stick out. His legs parted with a will of their own, and I knew he was where I wanted him, so I removed my hand and broke the kiss, leaving him breathless as he tried to hide his erection, looking a bit bewildered, begging with his eyes, 'why did you stop?'
"I would like to continue this after work Jer. I'll come by around 5:15. I can follow you home, then we can go out to eat and take it from there."
Not believing his good fortune and still out of breath, Jerry gasped, " Well okay. Sure...sure. That will be great."
"Fine. I'll see you at 5:15 then."
I turned and slowly slunk out of his office, wanting to jump for joy with how well part one worked, and how easy it was to grab control. I hated to leave the poor man in such an aroused state, but I planned to more than make up for it later in the evening.
I had to admit, I was riding a super high, returning to my office, and my pussy juices were flowing from the mixture of power and lust, having him in the palm of my hand. I couldn't wait until part two of my plan, and was thrilled when 5:15 finally rolled around.
I grabbed my briefcase and went to Jerry's office. The poor man looked like a bundle of nerves and let out a little shout of surprise as I tapped on his door. God, it was fun feeling like a femme fatale.
Once again I took the lead and told him that I would follow him home, then take him to dinner at Le Maison de Fleur.
**
After parking his car, he entered mine and sat in the passenger's seat. He let his eyes constantly move to my meaty thighs, and I let my skirt ride up six inches above my knees so he had an ample view of my parted thighs all the way to the restaurant. I had to carry on 80% of the conversation, but that was expected.
When we were directed to my table, he seated me like a gentleman and took the chair opposite me. I took the liberty of ordering the wine, and the meal for the two of us, which brought no objections to Jerry, and even seemed increase the looks of admiration he was giving me for taking charge.
With the wine and the terrific meal, Jerry seemed to be loosening up, to the point where I was only having to carry maybe 65% of the conversation.