Broe Hot Girl Vs Fat Rich Man

Sarah was an exceptionally beautiful woman in her mid 30's, she was a 10, pretty much every guy who tried to talk to her since she was 16 wanted to fuck her, it was relentless, the men who she worked with, her boss, men who walking past her in the street. The kind of woman men would aspire to be successful in their careers and businesses for, to be able to buy Ferraris and Lamboughini's, to at least have a hope at impressing her. She was very short at 4ft 10 inches, had a perfect hourglass shape with a tiny waist, long dark glossy hair, very firm tits, about an E cup and a big ass.

She was independent though, she worked as a teaching assistant at a primary school part time, she lived with her boyfriend. He was nice, quite handsome, successful but not rich, had an amazing body and really looked after her especially when she felt down. She felt warm and close to him. He used to fuck her like an animal, however he lost his job, which hit him hard, now he couldn't get it up anymore. She didn't make it easy on him, she didn't do blowjobs, let him go down on her and didn't really like kissing.

Sex became a stressful, anxious thing where he got performance anxiety and it didn't seem to get any better despite going to a sex therapist. Even before his erectile dysfunction, he never lasted long; he was extremely attracted to her so he couldn't hold himself inside her. However she used to love him cumming in her in the short time that sex lasted, maybe from 10 seconds to 1 minute, she felt triumphed that she could make him cum so fast, it was like a compliment. He used to cum a lot too, it would fill up her pussy completely and overflow it. He would cum very deep in her, he had a big cock, about twice as long as she was deep even when fully turned on yet somehow he could push it all in until it, stretching her in an extreme pain/pleasure way. Afterwards, Sarah would always think that she had cleaned out all the cum but when she was walking to work, she could feel it still dripping down her leg which made her feel extremely hot and flustered as she was in public, only she could feel it.

That was all in the past though.

Also she wasn't getting pregnant.

She felt less attracted to him sexually, it made her feel less attractive about herself too, looking a flaccid cock every night that didn't stand up for her, seeing him becoming nervous and anxious, he wasn't masculine or confident anymore but she tried to reassure him it would all be fine once he got back into work. However his industry was in decline and the job was not coming, so this went on for too long. They were in a very bad financial situation with debts to pay. He used to support her financially but that had gone away now, she had get her old job back from when she was younger, which was working behind the bar at a high end nightclub / restaurant.

Her boyfriend absolutely hated that idea, he knew how much other guys would hit on her constantly all night every night. It wouldn't be just casual flirting either, men would make plans, tricks and strategies to try and seduce her. It would be like throwing a lamb into the lion's den. However Sarah said she didn't have any other option and it paid good money.

Hey boyfriend said ok, but she would have to wear loose clothing that didn't show her figure off. Sarah agreed and went to work for the first night. She met the boss, a man in his 50's, who seemed nice at first but told her she had to wear the uniform. There were lots of other pretty girls who worked there but Sarah was exceptional. They all wore the same uniform but anything looked sexual on Sarah. The boss went to the uniform locker, he sized up Sarah, he had an excellent eye for making his girls look their best for his sleazy clients, all wealthy but typically fat, ugly men who used their power to get hot girls they otherwise would never have a chance with.

Sarah couldn't see inside the locker, the boss decided to go to a special box that was not for the regular girls. Here, try this dress on. It was a black mini dress.

"It looks a bit small," Sarah said.

"It's the only one we've got that's even close to your size, we'll order another size for you, it'll come soon" said the boss.

"Ok I guess it'll do for now" said Sarah reluctantly but submissively.

"Where are the changing rooms?" Sarah continued.

"Right here" said the boss.

Sarah looked at him disdainfully.

The boss paused a beat, then he said "I'll leave of course" and with that he left.

Sarah didn't see the security camera in this room as she changed her clothes.

She took off her loose baggy clothes, revealing her goddess body in just lingerie in front of the cameras.

She put the stretchy black mini dress on. It was definitely too small even for her, it had an odd section in the middle that squeezed her tiny waist even smaller. That was definitely an Instagram inspired body shaping thing as having an hourglass silhouette was all the rage at the moment.

The skirt part only just covered her bum but because her ass was so big and round, she knew it would keep riding up and she'd have to keep pulling it down all night. At least it would only be temporary.

The top part seemed too low, it would show her tits to the point of her light pink areolas if she wasn't wearing her bra. She would have to keep pulling it up all night. She fixed her hair and then noticed there was a full length mirror in the room. She saw herself and she looked hot, maybe the hottest she'd ever looked. She certainly hadn't worn anything like that since her 20's. Maybe she could keep this dress and show her boyfriend, maybe that would cure his erectile dysfunction. It made each one of her tits look bigger than her stomach, like she was eating mostly to feed her tits. She lost her mind a little as she fantasized about having sex with her boyfriend when things were better, that big cock of his stretching her pussy and all that cum that would look great dripping down her miniskirt. She became hot and moist.

At that moment the boss came back in, without knocking.

"Wow you look great!" said the boss.

"Thanks!" said Sarah, still on a high from seeing herself in the mirror and her fantasy.

"I bet I could touch my hands together around your waist" he said whilst coming towards her.

"Breathe in!" he said. For some reason Sarah did this obediently despite not liking the situation at all.

The boss put his large powerful hands around Sarah's waist, squeezing her in, he could easily have picked her up completely in this position, she felt helpless.

"Oh my, your hands actually do touch together," said Sarah, surprised with herself.

He held his hands there without saying anything, keeping his hands on her waist. His thumbs were touching together around her navel, then he moved them upwards into a thumbs up position so that they pushed up ever so slightly against the bottom of her tits. Sarah had firm tits so pushing them up at the bottom made them bloom up at the top, almost making her areolas visible above the cups of her bra.

She felt nervous, she didn't want anything to do with any man that wasn't her boyfriend, she didn't find the boss attractive at all, but she didn't want to make a bad impression on him on her first night.

The boss started to talk to her innocently for a few minutes in this position, hands still powerfully clamped on her tiny waist, thumbs pushing up gradually further and further into her big tits. At the start it might have been just about innocent that he was touching her tits but now it was becoming more deliberate, almost like straight groping.

Sarah was nervous and could no longer look him in the eye, she started breathing more heavily and began to sweat, making her tits heave up and down. Like a constricting snake, the boss squeezed tighter and tighter every time she breathed in, pushing up with his thumbs more and more, with each heave, not letting her tits go down.

Deep down a part of her liked it, how confident and forceful he was. An older more experienced man, a pervert getting exactly what we wanted from her. She bet he was rock hard now, much harder than her boyfriend could be. Her nipples started to get hard and push through her bra in front of this ugly man. He was still talking innocently but his hands were not so innocent. It would have been so easy to give in to this powerful ugly man and let him indulge all his perverted desires for her. Because of the whirlwind of thoughts and emotions, she hadn't been paying attention to how her tits had been slowly ratched up, she felt one of her hard nipples spring free from her bra. She looked down and saw her left nipple had popped up over her bra and her right nipple was about to do the same, the top of both of her areolas had been visible for a full minute whilst this bastard was talking to her.

"Oh No!" shouted Sarah. "Sorry!"

She pulled away from the boss and ran out of the room.

Why did she say sorry? She was considering just running off from the job but then she thought of the alternative, not having a job that paid so well every night. Maybe the boss was innocent? She was starting to convince herself. He was talking innocently the whole time, maybe he does that with all the girls? He probably wasn't even aware of his thumbs as they would not have touched the breasts of a smaller breasted woman from that position, it was only because hers were big and heavy enough to take up that much of her rib cage.

She started to work behind the bar, all the other workers were girls, which was a relief to Sarah, they were very nice, welcoming and not bitchy at all which was refreshing as most girls got jealous of her beauty; she had a feeling she could be comfortable here. The male clientele were pleasant and respectful too, it seemed like a decent place. Sarah asked the other girls about the touchy feely boss and they laughed, they said not to worry about him and that he was like that with them at first but it stopped straight after. It did.

Sarah came up home at 5am, back in her loose clothes, her boyfriend was still up, obviously he was fretting about her working at a nightclub all night but she reassured him it was fine. She didn't dare tell him about the situation with her boss, so she kept that secret from him. She didn't show him the tight uniform mini dress either.

Sarah came to work the next night, the boss didn't even seem to look at her, he seemed busy, which suited her.

She went to the staff bathroom after a little giggle with her colleagues, to change into her uniform dress. It instantly changed her frame of mind, made her feel like she was in her early 20's again and dripping with sex. She realised she had worn a frilly white bra by accident, which wouldn't look right poking out of her black mini dress, unlike the plain black one she wore last time which blended in almost invisibly. She decided to take her bra off completely and resolved to just keep pulling up her dress all night. She had washed the dress on too hot of a cycle and it had shrunk a bit, even though it had already been too small and revealing. It was so tight on her it looked like it was painted on. She could see her toned midsection through the dress, those lines that ran down each side of her abs. She started walking and instantly began to realise her tits would bounce out if she made any sudden moves, so she'd have to be careful all night.

There was table service at this club, always with some disgusting arrogant jerk who thought he owned the place at the head of the table. When she served a tray of drinks to these tables and bent over, she would cover her cleavage with her hand so the pervert didn't see anything. As the night went on, this got tiresome and she just became at peace with letting her tits almost fall out of her top everytime and then straighten up her dress after. She quickly became the most popular stewardess there and the tips she got were great but not enough to make a dint in her debts.

She needed money and she realised that if she leant into some flirting and acted more sexy, it was actually a very worthwhile job as she got more tips. She decided to stop wearing her bra altogether. She let the ice buckets of champagne make her nipples go hard as she presented them to the VIP tables. The other girls who worked with her loved her, they started doing the same and got more tips too, they were all having a great time and a great sisterhood arose out of it; it was much more fun than being around her limp weepy boyfriend, she felt alive and happy at work. The other girls would have fun with Sarah, they thought she was gorgeous, they got a bit frisky too, slapping her tits and ass out of affection, she'd do the same to them too, it was like a party every night. They even had a competition to see whose tits would jiggle the most in their little dresses after a hard slap, which they could do now that they had all stopped wearing bras. Sarah would win of course then they'd all laugh and all grope each other. Any girls with hard nipples got them pulled or bitten of course.

Two of the girls, Charlotte and Silvia, were more fun than the rest, one time when Sarah went back to an isolated room off from the kitchen after delivering an ice bucket of champagne with her nipple trick, they ambushed her, pulled her top down and starting sucking on her tits, on her still erect nipples. Sarah wasn't a lesbian but she didn't pull away, she'd never felt two tongues on her tits before, it was overwhelming to look down and see two beautiful girls with brilliant eyes, glossy big hair and white teeth sucking and biting at her nipples, smiling at her, they were so in love with her with their eyes, so she let it happen. In fact she locked the door so nobody could come in or see. It was electric, she couldn't believe this was happening. She started stroking their heads, their long hair, it was almost nurturing, like she was breast feeding them, two angelic daughters. They all thought it would go on for just a few seconds as a joke, then it became a minute, then 5, then 10. They lost track of time, it was soft and sensual at first, as girls like, then it became rougher, like they were trying to suck real milk out of her. Hard. Her nipples began to ache and hurt but she liked something about the pain. In unison, Charlotte and Silvia held Sarah's arms behind her back and began their own competition, who could stretch out Sarah's nipples the furthest with their teeth. They both pulled back, lifting the weight of her heavy tits, it was painful but the pleasure was just winning out. Their beautiful but fierce competitive faces and white teeth were an amazing sight of female beauty to see. Sarah bit her lip, she thought she'd see blood soon but she wanted her girls to have a good time so she put up with it far more than she should have. She thought "what would her boyfriend think with the marks?" At that point she yelped in pain and both girls let go of her instantly, letting her heavy tits drop with a big bounce.

"Sorry!!" they said together.

"Service!" was shouted from the kitchen, then they all composed themselves and got back to work.

The girls were so wet. Wet thongs are very uncomfortable so Sarah took hers off before she properly attended her station. Now she's wearing just her work heels, her mini dress, no bra and no underwear. She got told by one of her sisters that there was a very disgusting fat arrogant man in the VIP who had asked specifically for her. The boss came out and explained that this was a very important man, the future of the club and all their jobs, the jobs of her sisters, depended on him and it was very important to make him happy.

Sarah reluctantly went over. He was hideous, like Jabba the Hut and she was the Princess. He was with a few other guys who looked like they were all in on a scheme she had no idea about, smiling at her devilishly, she felt at a massive disadvantage. Her instincts told her to turn away but the words of her boss made her defy these thoughts and deliver her usual professional manner.

Before she could say a word, Jabba said "Wow look at you! I bet I could touch my hands together around your waist". These words seemed oddly familiar to Sarah but whilst she was thinking he stood up and did exactly that. Before she could react he had his big powerful fat hands around her toned waist, squeezing her in which also made her tits squeeze up again, dangerous as she had no bra on. Jabba started a massaging motion with strong thick his fingers around her waist like he was getting off on feeling what her organs felt like. He pushed his fingers and thumbs deeply into her tiny frame. It was painful and violating, like he was inside her. For a moment it reminded her of what it felt like to be fucked deeply by a big dick with her legs pinned behind her head, rearranging her organs inside. He was subtly but deeply groaning as he did this, clearly he was getting off on it. This only went on for a few seconds but it felt like forever. She tried to pull away but he sat down and pulled her powerfully to sit on his knee.

In the fluster, she hadn't noticed that her skirt had jumped to half way up her ass, she was sat bare skinned on the trousers of his pants, actually her pussy, still wet from before was directly touching his pants, she was hoping he couldn't feel the dampness. She was thinking why did she let this happen? Some of her sisters were coming over to rescue her but the boss ushered them away sternly. Great, she was on her own with these assholes.

He started talking some crap with his arm around her waist, he would rock her back and forth a bit as he did which made the wool fibres of his pants touch her bare clitoris. Several things that she didn't want to coincide did:

She was still slightly horny from Charlotte and Silvia before.

Her clit was being stimulated.

Even though Jabba was disgusting, he was very confident / arrogant, he was very forceful and she missed that animalistic behaviour from her boyfriend.

He was very rich, owned lots of property around that city, there of course was something sexy about a rich man, especially as she really needed money at the moment.

She looked at Jabba coldly through all of his talkings, not wanting to encourage him but she didn't get up off his knee. His hands were on her waist like the boss on her first night, he even did the thumb thing. The rest of the guys went away, it was just her and him now.

As he was talking he took his hands off her waist. She was relieved. However then he put his hand on her bare leg at the knee. As he talked he slowly inched his hand up the outside of her thigh. Her dress had lifted up when she sat down, her ass was not visible to onlookers but he could certainly move his hand under her dress to hold the meat of it if he wanted. And it was looking like that's where he was headed.

She was torn at this point, whether to run away or to darkly indulge in what was happening. She had just indulged in the 2 girls earlier after all. With his other hand, he was gesturing with his conversation, his hand came dangerously close to her big firm tits. Then he started brushing them 'accidentally', later he started accidentally slapping them when he made a big expletive point, first on top lightly, then from the bottom, lifting the full weight of her big firm tits each time, then letting them drop heavily after. He began to do the same with her ass now that he discovered it was bare. She felt like she was getting abused by slapping in public, she knew she should have put a stop to this much earlier on but for some reason she didn't. She stayed there like a statue on his knee in her little black dress with her ass and tits almost out in public. The slaps started off light at first, then got harder.

During his excuse of a conversation, he must have slapped her tits and ass at least 50 times. She felt like he was beginning to own her body. She began to feel an odd closeness to him, this was what her boyfriend couldn't give her and here it all was right now. Eventually his hand just gripped the chunkiest part of one of her ass cheeks, his fingers dangerously close to her bare asshole. Her areolas, not her nipples were out now but nobody could see but him. The redness on her tits had started to set in, the whole thing made her kind of drunk, she wasn't all there. It's like he had 'free use' of her and she was just sat there letting it all happen to her. He saw the haziness in her eyes and knew he could take advantage of this moment. He straight up just groped one of her tits cruelly. It felt amazing in his hand, it was so rare for tits to be so big and so firm, she was a unicorn. He could just about see the fresh bite marks on her nipple from the girls earlier, this made him smile as he thought this girl is a nymph.