Julie Koop was what most people would call a BBW, a big beautiful woman. Standing at 5'10" and weighing 235 pounds she was definitely a woman with a presence although she carried her weight mostly in her thighs and ass and oversized breasts. At the young age of 28 she had just a light dusting of cellulite on the back of her legs and her ass and massive boobs that sat on her chest like rocks. She loved wearing her tight shirts sometimes showing some cleavage and other times not, but enjoying every moment of accenting just how oversized her boobs were. Her bra size: DDD
But the size of her chest and her long brown hair were considered second to her best feature which were her gorgeous blue eyes. In school her nickname had been Blue Eyed Jules and her favourite thing to do was accent her gorgeous eyes with some lash extensions dusted with a little bit of glitter to draw even more attention to them. Julie was photogenic and her three tanning sessions a week gave her a beautiful bronze glow to her skin.
Upon meeting her for the first time most men felt an immediate attraction to Julie Koop. The fact that she was a bigger girl did little to mute the sexy energy that radiated from her at all times. She just oozed intelligence and confidence and a voice that was soft and sexy, the type that would make her a good candidate to work as a phone sex operator full-time.
Although she liked her body she was well aware that her body weight was climbing year after year and she was carrying more weight around her midsection than she was happy with. Her youth still allowed her a tightness of body even with a few extra pounds on her frame. She was perfectly thick.
Julie's sex drive was pretty much insatiable. She was effortlessly multi-orgasmic often masturbating for hours at a time with the orgasm count easily climbing into the double digits. Coming home from a stressful day and lying down with her Hitatchi Wand vibrator and letting it work it's magic on her engorged clit was always the highlight of her day.
Her orgasms were long and wonderful, and while she wouldn't describe herself as a gusher she definitely squirted a little with each one. Her life was a constant disappointment of trying to find men who stood a chance of keeping up with her in the bedroom, it was something she had almost given up on. One of her favourite fantasies was lining 10 men up in single file and letting each one fuck her until they couldn't take anymore and then having the next guy in line takeover as they all fucked her for hours until she could barely stand up. And perhaps she'd need even more than 10 men to truly satisfy her. What scared Julie sometimes what's the reality that she wasn't even in her sexual prime, her best years were still ahead of her. It was mildly frightening that moving into her thirties she would probably get hornier still.
Julie had a penchant for extremely tight mini-skirts, usually leather but sometimes opting for lycra or spandex. The skirts were usually a little tighter than they should be and most people would probably think that she carried a few too many pounds to be dressing in such a fashion but she didn't give a damn what anyone thought. She was deliciously thick, almost perfectly so and she had no problem attracting men whatsoever. Her leather skirts were always worn with bare legs and whenever she wore her lycra mini-skirts she liked to pair them with black nylons. She wore knee-high boots a lot. She was particularly fond of dressing to the nines when she was carrying out a hit job.
Julie Koop was a hit-woman. For the right amount of money she would kill anyone you asked her to; she was strictly in it for the cash making anywhere from $50-$60,000 per kill. It was a fascinating aspect of her being that while she was a woman with a healthy amount of empathy and compassion she had a built-in ability to point a gun at a human being and pull the trigger with almost zero remorse.
While she had an arsenal of guns in her collection most of which were 9 mm semi automatics, lately her favourite weapon of choice was a.44 magnum, one of the most powerful handguns in the world. Being a larger woman with some strength behind her she had no problem dealing with the power and the recoil of such a massive gun. Having such a powerful weapon in her purse at all times gave her a sense of safety and comfort unlike any other. Just one bullet from that massive hand cannon was enough to end any life instantly, she rarely needed more than one bullet to get the job done. There were drawbacks to using such a powerful gun for her work. First of all, with a limit of just six bullets it could cost her her life if she ever found her self having to shoot her way out of a sticky situation. She was aware of this.
Recently after executing a local gangster in an old abandoned warehouse she had turned to leave only to find three men standing in between her and the exit. They were obviously associates of the man whose life she had just taken and were coming to see why a single loud gunshot had just rang out. In that moment of panic as she felt fear course through her body she had had no time to chastise herself for being so careless upon entering the warehouse as to not make sure her victim was alone
In what seemed like forever but was in actuality just mere seconds Julie struck first. In the blink of an eye she raised her.44 magnum and with both hands steadying that massive hand cannon she squeezed the trigger and a single bullet dropped the first man. Without hesitation she squeezed the trigger two more times and two more massive gunshots rang out as the second man dropped and the gunsmoke stung her eyes.
Only one person would be leaving that warehouse alive on that particular evening, and that person was Julie Koop because the final man standing in that warehouse was kidding himself if he thought that he had time to reach around and pull his gun from his waistband. Julie had clearly out drawn him. With her gun pointed directly at him it was obvious who would remain standing and who would fall. A final gunshot rang out echoing off the walls as a bullet from Julie's gun passed straight through his heart killing him instantly.
Julie had stood there for a brief moment in a cloud of gunsmoke looking at the three dead men lying in front of her. Her heart was pounding like a drum and she quietly said to herself: 'How could you be so careless Julie??'
As she quickly exited the warehouse out into the dark night she was well aware that she had just one single bullet left in her gun; close call, too close.
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Julie's phone was ringing. Without taking her eyes off the road she reached over to the passenger seat beside her and raised it to her ear.
