Craving For Curves #1 (BBW Erotic Romance) (4 page)

If I’m
going to fall for Braxton’s shtick, at least get laid. Just get laid and move on. There’s no future with him anyway. Do I really think I’m going to be on his arm on the red carpet at the Grammy’s? If I believed that, he could sell me a beach house on Mars. He says he likes women with meat on their bones, but I’ve heard that before. I’ve heard it all before. ‘You’re so sexy.’ ‘You’re so hot.’ They tell me what I want to hear behind closed doors when the lights are off, but trying to take it further than just lying in a horizontal position falls on death ears. All that ‘you’re so hot’ rhetoric fades away. I’m just the girl to call on a Friday night when all the other girls have plans or don’t pick up. The last resort. Braxton is probably the same as the others. Buttering me up like a honey biscuit, sopping me up in some gravy, swallowing me whole then wiping the crumbs off the table.

But damn, he’s good.
Really good. I’m such a sucker for a charmer. It’s my kryptonite. He seems so sweet and genuine. He may not be a player at all. He seems a bit gullible. I bet I could have him wrapped around my pinky. You know, have
my
way with him. That would be a change of pace for me. Cassie, you’re weak. I should know better. Don’t fall for this; you’ve been down this road before. It’s a dead end. That’s how it usually happens. I meet a guy, he puts all the moves on me, he seems sincere - then he dumps me like bad Chinese food. This is why I don’t allow myself to get close to guys anymore – it always ends up in a bad situation for me. Who’s going to fall in love with a big girl?

Just get laid and go home. I’
ve been through this many a nights before. I know the routine. Just fuck him and move on like tonight never existed. God knows how long it’s been. I’ve been in dire need of a stiff one lately.

I’ve only been here about thirty minutes; why don’t I just spare the formalities and just cut to the chase. I mean, what else did he bring me here for – to talk?!
To get to know me? How many guys genuinely want to know something about me except what’s between my legs? Let’s just get this over with.

I wiped my tears carefully to avoid smearing my eye liner and walked back into the studio
in a deranged, passionate furor.

“I was wondering what took you so long,” he said, looking into my eyes deeply. “Are you okay, hun? Your eyes are kind of red.”
I didn’t respond. I dashed towards him like arrow, placed both hands on his head and pulled his lips towards mine. Whatever he was trying to say next was muffled by me sticking my tongue down his throat.

All the pain, all the jokes, all the torment, the bullying,
the tears all disappeared temporarily. I buried the feelings like I always do. And Braxton buried his hands in my voluptuous ass, groping every inch. I gasped from the pleasure of his strong hands gripping me. He held on like vice grips.

Braxton began sucking my neck. My hands slipped under his sweater and began tracing every ripple on his back. I slightly dug my nails into his skin. He jumped a bit and moaned from the delight.
I could feel his begin length grow from softness to hardness in his by each passing moment. I slid my hands from his back to grab his dick.

He pulled back suddenly. “Wait,” he said. “We can
’t do this here.”

“Why not
? There’s a couch right there” I said. I was sounding frantic, bordering on desperate. I hated being interrupted when I was horny. “Is someone coming?” I pecked his moist lips again. They felt swollen from me sucking on it. Why did he stop? “You don’t…
want me
?”

“Cassie, I do,” he said. His breaths were short. He was almost panting like a Doberman in heat.
“Whatever I do. I do it right. You don’t deserve this here.” He pointed around the studio. What did he know about what or what I don’t deserve? “You deserve better.”

“What do you mean?”

“Look, I own this studio and when I’m in town I stay here. I have a loft apartment upstairs.”

“I see.”

“I just don’t want you to look down on me if we had sex on a leather couch in some dark studio.”

“Look down on you? I’ve had plenty of sex on couches before. Wait, that didn’t come out right.”

“Right, I know what you mean though.”

“I’m just saying
, it wouldn’t make things sleazy or trashy.”

“I
understand what you mean. But c’mon, let’s go upstairs.”

Hand in hand we entered his spacious loft. He turned the knob on the wall and the lights set to a dim level. His place looked exactly like a jazz musician’s apartment would look.
In the middle of the loft sat a huge black couch with a glass coffee table in front of it. On the walls there were abstract paintings and huge album covers from old jazz artists. Just about everywhere there were sheets lying around with musical notes scribbled on them. I wondered how often he lived here.

“Do you want a glass of…
”

“Shhhh,” I said, placing my finger on his lips. “Just listen.” I
grabbed the bottom of his Henley and lifted it above his head revealing his rock hard abs. They looked just as I imaged. Pulsating and as solid as granite. I wanted a taste. I bent over and sucked his six pack like a vampire, while I lightly grazed his nipples with my thumb. He moaned from the satisfaction. I wanted him so bad; I didn’t think I would make it to the bedroom. I was ready to take him on the kitchen floor.

He kneeled over and
ran his hand through my hair and kissed me deeply with fervor. I stood up pulled is body into mine. We eased back into his bedroom; our lips stayed locked the entire time. I could feel a swelling in his crotch throb harder and harder as we fell onto his bed. His cock was enormous. I unfastened his belt and unzipped his pants, anticipating his fleshy wood. Sucking his nipples, he let out a great moan.

“You like that?” I asked, ripping off his pants. His cock was nearly bursting out of his boxer-briefs.
I waited with baited breath for its appearance.

“
Oh fuck yes I love it,” he whispered.

I pulled his briefs off and out sprung
his manhood. It was glorious.

“Oh my,” I gasped. The size of his dick was something I had never seen before. It was nothing like the boys I had been with. This man before
me had a gift. This was a penis of the gods. The size made me a bit nervous, but I was up for the challenge.

“Can I taste you?” I asked innocently.

“Taste me Cassie. Taste me,” he begged. He clamped down on the back of my head and forced my head down on his fully erect cock. My mouth slid from the top of his mushroom head all the way down to the base of his shaft. His pre-cum drenched my tongue. He tasted sweet.

“I can’t believe how big you are,” I mumbled, wetting his entire shaft again with my jaws.

“I can’t believe how good your lips feel on me,” he said, cupping my breasts. I sucked harder, gripping his cock with my fist. His wood was longer enough to fit two hands. I grabbed it with two fists and rotated my fists up and down, squeezing his throbbing head with my jaws.

I continue
d to suck voraciously making him solid as an iron pole. My moaning mixing with his groaning made me wetter beyond belief. The pulsating, thick veins on his shaft resembled slivering vines on a garden fence. I skimmed the length of his firmness my tongue like a popsicle. He continued moaning, louder this time. My thighs were quivering knowing I was the one who was bringing boundless gratification to this man. It was an amazing feeling knowing that I was capable of something so hot.

I let go of my hands and pummeled the tip monstrous dick head with just my lips. I pushed down hard on it,
then sucked my jaws in tightly like a poisonous python devouring its prey. I unhooked my bra and slid off my soaked panties. Braxton let out a strapping wail. I could tell he was nearing a climax. I hurriedly pulled my lips off of his apple head, making a loud
plop.

“Do you want me, Braxton?”

“You
know
I want you, Cassie,” he said looking at me. His eyes broadcasted naughty intentions.

His cock was pointed to the ceiling, still erect, thumping from side to side. As Braxton lay back, anticipating me, I mounted his torso. I was totally in control. I wasn’t used to this position. I usually just lie there and let guys get it over with. Or on occasion let a guy fuck me from behind, but this was different. I
wanted
to be in charge.

I reached around and seized his damp testicles. They were still wet from my sucking and licking. As I tickled them, I felt his body tighten up. It was driving him wild. His abs were contracting up and down.
His breaths became shorter and shorter. I corralled the base of his cock and slid his girth into me – filling up every centimeter of my hole. We exhaled a huge breath of ecstasy simultaneously. It was finally happening. I placed my hands on his hard as steel chest and rocked my hips to the front and back. He clamped down on my thighs like I was a wild bull unleashed on unknowing villagers. He was bracing himself for the ride.

His bed started squeaking. I love the sound it made. I started riding faster.
His pelvis thrusted into me when I rocked forward. My clit was grinding up against his wet skin, doubling the pleasure. Together we developed a steady rhythm, making sweet music. My ass jiggled harder each time I jerked my hips on to him.

“Oh my God, baby it feels so good,” Braxton said as he clutched both of my massive breasts. He clenched his teeth as he let out another animalistic groan. I started riding him ferociously, like his cock was the only cock on the planet. He sat up and grabbed my lower bank and flipped my body over on my back. His display of brute strength made me thighs quiver.

He was on top of me penetrating his mammoth dick into my warm, tight pocket. He grabbed both of my wrists and pinned them to the bed. His triceps were flexed to the max holding me down. He was so strong, I couldn’t lift my arms if I tried. I was his for the taking.

“Harder,” I yelled, egging him on. “Fuck me harder.” He obliged. He closed his eyes and mauled my pink insides like a panther. I marveled at what I saw: this beautiful specimen, droplets of sweat falling off his forehead on to me, making love to me with all his might.

I reached between my legs and fingered my clit. The feeling was immense. He was pounding my sopping pussy with all of his might, letting out a wall-shattering moan. My thighs were tremorring uninhibitedly. I was finally cumming – hard. A wave of magnificent heat flooded my bloodstream. I kept rubbing my clitoris and my pussy squirted all over him. I felt the warm fluid ejaculate all over my hand and down my leg. Braxton couldn’t contain himself as his thrusting became violent. His ass tightened up and his stomach spasmed. He pulled out of my pussy ready to explode all over my breasts.

I grabbed his gyrating penis and stuffed it in my mouth. The jolt of hot, sticky nectar filled my mouth. His pelvis kept jerking, expelling more loads of warm creaminess into my mouth. I kept swallowing every squirt he delivered.
He was spurting so much that I couldn’t keep up the pace. Hot semen was spilling out of the corner of my mouth. I took my finger and guided it back into my mouth. I milked his cock dry. Braxton was breathing heavy and fell back. His cum tasted delightful.

“You drained me Cassie,” he said, still unable to collect his breaths.

“I couldn’t help it. You just tasted so good,” I said sucking the rest of his glaze off my lips.

Braxton laid back and kissed me on my cheek. “You were amazing babe. That was so incredible.” He laid back and cupped me into his arms, pecking moist kisses on my neck. I had never felt more comfortable in a man’s arms.

***

It had to be two or three hours after we made love when I felt a faint nudge on my hip.
It had to be well into the night. I didn’t think anything of it. I thought Braxton was just tossing around in his sleep. When I felt another nudge I knew the jig was up. I knew what the
nudge
was about. I knew it too well. It was time for me to go.

It was pouring rain outside. At least he could have had the decency to wai
t until the morning or until the thundering and lightning stopped. To think, after getting to know him, I actually thought better of him.

“Cassie, I have to talk to you about something,” he said, sounding wide awake.

“Listen, you don’t have to say anything. Let me get my clothes and I’ll be out of your hair,” I said pulling back the covers.

“Wait, Cassie, it’s not like that,” he said.
This was the last straw. My heart finally had enough torment.

“You know, you talked all this and that about love and what love is and how your parents have been married eighty-seven years just to fuck
me. Well you know what?” I clapped my hands for give him a round of applause. “It worked. Are you happy? Another notch on your belt. But you know what? I’m more than that. Much more. You’re just like the rest of them…just like Justin, Paul, Mike, Marshawn. You’re all the same – little boys.” Tears were streaming down my face in a fury, but oddly it felt good to purge these emotions. “Just little boys who are going to be old and gray and lonely with no one to hold them at night. You might be living it up right now but wait and see. I may not be a size zero and I don’t have hair flowing all down my back. But I do have one thing – I’ve got heart. And sometimes it gets broken. But you wouldn’t know anything about that, now would you?”