The Billionaire's Curvy Submissive (BBW Billionaire Erotica Novel) (5 page)

“You must be so tight,” he said, and before
she could reply, he let his hand descend to her crotch. The moment
his fingers pushed aside the thin fabric of her panties, she felt
like she was being touched for the first time. He grinned down at
her, “So you do want me, then? You’re so wet, I could slide my fist
right—”

“What?!”

“Don’t worry, kid,” he said, “I don’t want to
break you just yet.”

He slipped two thick, firm fingers into her
pussy and gasped at how untouched, how virginal she felt. She was
drowning in the sensation of him entering her when his thumb found
its way to her clit. She drew in a sharp breath, arching her back
with the sweeping wave of pleasure that gushed over her.

“Take off that goddamned dress,” he said,
stroking her pussy with the skill and precision of an open heart
surgeon. “Take it off this goddamned second.”

She obeyed, ripping the dress off over her
head. Her chest rose and fell with her heaving breasts, and as he
stroked her toward orgasm with one hand, he reached up and freed
them from her bra with one deft flip of the wrist. He leaned over
her, and she expected him to wrap his lips around her pert nipple.
Instead, she felt teeth—and she was instantly transported beyond
the threshold of orgasm. She came, fast and wet. He watched her
writhe beneath him, satisfied and wildly aroused by her pleasure.
The sheer force of her orgasm had shocked her. “What the hell was
that?” she said, astounded.

Parker looked down at her, concern clouding
his features for a moment. “Don’t tell me that no one has ever
given you a proper orgasm? Oh, my dear. There is so much that I’m
going to show you.”

And with that, he grabbed her dress and
shoved it in her gaping mouth. Gagged, she stared up at him,
completely in his control. She knew that he could do anything with
her that he wanted. And she was fine with that. Entirely. With
every exposed inch of herself. She reached for Parker, began to
franticly unleash his cock from his trousers. He ripped through the
buttons of his shirt, revealing his sturdy, firm chest. The sight
of his chest chair sent her into a tizzy, and she tugged at the
waist of his pants until they fell away, revealing the biggest,
stiffest dick that Claire had ever imagined could exist.

Parker smiled as she took in his massive,
pulsing organ. Her hands found their way around his cock, eagerly
working up and down the length of it. His eyes closed and he groped
sightlessly for her breasts. They egged each other on, inching
closer to the moment they’d each been dreaming of since they first
locked eyes. I want you inside of me, Claire pleaded with her eyes,
I need you inside of me.

As if he could hear her, Parker slapped
Claire’s hands from his dick and, pinning her arms on the table
over her head, drove into her. She moaned through her gag—he was
enormous. Though she was wetter than rain-slicked asphalt, she
wondered for a moment if she’d be able to take all of him. He
rocked his hips against her eager pussy, sliding into her inch by
inch. She could tell that he loved her tightness, her youth, her
lack of experience, as much as she loved his command.

She felt his rock hard dick at the very core
of her, and thought that he might actually rip her in two. He took
hold of her hair and, staring into her eyes, said, “Cum with
me.”

He didn’t need to tell her twice. He began to
thrust fast and deep into the furthest reaches of her body, and she
rolled back to the edge of a staggering orgasm. She dug her fingers
into his back and screamed as he threw his head back in
unadulterated bliss. They tumbled through the hair together,
clawing to take as much of the other as they could, as he came into
her. His seed flowed into her, coating her, and she wished that she
could stay like this, enveloping him, accepting him, forever.

He rested his weight on his forearm and
gently lifted the homemade gag from Claire’s mouth. A look that may
have been sheepish danced across his sweaty brow. Claire’s mind and
body were reeling. She new, right then, that nothing in her world
would ever be the same.

“Well,” she said breathlessly, “Can I still
have that job?”

He laughed, and she could feel the vibration
of it through their still very intimate connection. “Naturally. I
have to keep you close, don’t I? So that whenever the urge comes
upon me... there you’ll be.”

“Sounds OK to me,” Claire said, smiling up at
him, “But what should I... uh... say to Cheryl about those
papers?”

“What do I care?” Parker laughed, playfully
tugging at a lock of her hair, “You’re a smart woman. Figure it
out. As long as your solution means that I get to fuck you dirty as
often as possible, I’m for it.”

Claire shook her head, amazed. She had no
idea what was going to happen next, but she was fairly certain that
it was going to involve the man of her dreams teaching her some
very nasty lessons. She couldn’t wait to start her new
education.

* * * * *

Chapter 3

* * * * *

“Stop, stop!” Savannah exclaimed, “You’re
going off the script again!”

“I’m sorry, Savannah,” Claire said,
exasperated, “But I can’t pull this shit off the way you do! I
would sound ridiculous saying that sort of thing.”

“Oh, please,” Claire said, rolling her eyes,
“What’s so ridiculous about telling a guy that you want his
hulk-sized member to pulverize your snatch, huh?”

“Jesus Christ...” Claire moaned, “I came to
the wrong person for sex advice.”

“Wrong,” Savannah said, “You couldn’t ask for
a better coach than me.”

The two best friends were in Claire’s shoebox
apartment in Brooklyn. Claire’s boyfriend Tommy was out with his
pathetic excuse for an improv team/free-verse-beat-boxing
association/amateur tattoo artists club, so the girls had the place
to themselves. Claire had called an emergency meeting with her
confidante Savannah because she needed some advice, seeing as the
day before had taken a very sexy turn for her.

Through a confusing arrangement of
coincidence, fate, and overriding lust, Claire had found herself
smack dab in the middle of an illicit affair with her boss’s
husband, Parker. After a chance meeting on the subway and
subsequent week of intensely erotic daydreams, the two had reunited
when Parker sneakily had Claire sent to his spare townhouse on the
upper west side, and by his wife’s orders!

Claire blushed whenever she remembered
returning back to the children’s store she worked at after spending
the afternoon being forcefully penetrated by her boss’s virile,
irresistible husband. With her pussy still throbbing with the
effort of accommodating such an impressive cock, Claire had
shuffled into the store and come face-to-face with her lover’s
wife, Cheryl. Cheryl, whose middle-age was hidden under copious
amounts of cosmetics and Botox, was a rail thin and testy woman who
was quick to disparage and harass her employees for no apparent
reason other than to elevate her own sense of worth a hair’s
width.

“What took you so long?” Cheryl had demanded,
“Where are those papers Parker wanted you to pick up?”

Claire stared dumbly at her boss for a moment
before she remembered Parker’s lazy excuse for getting her up to
his fuck pad. She shrugged hopelessly, which only sent Cheryl’s
eyes rolling further back into her head. Claire hoped that they
would get stuck there, leaving her free to spread her legs for
Parker right in the middle of the awful, godforsaken children’s
store if she wanted to. Who knows? Those toy pellet guns might make
for some interesting foreplay.

“I don’t know who’s more of an airhead, you
or him,” Cheryl growled, crossing her toothpick arms across her
chest.

“Yeah, who knows,” Claire said, “Do you mind
if I leave now? It’s my day off, and I have dinner plans with—”

“Good God,” Cheryl gasped, “Do you do
anything but eat, Claire? I told you that I’d let you have my extra
appetite suppressant drops if you wanted to do something about that
belly. How do you expect to attract a guy with that perpetual
winter coat you wear?”

“Some guys like curves,” Claire said,
fighting to urge to add, “Just ask your husband.”

Cheryl laughed, coldly, “Oh, honey. That’s
just what the magazines say when they’re trying to be less
discriminative about fatties. Men don’t want a plump, juicy woman
to jiggle around in bed. They want finely tuned and toned sex
machines.”

“Oh... I get what you’re saying,” Claire said
sarcastically, “Men want cold, detached, emotionless fembots with
fake tits, asses, teeth, and hair.”

“Basically.”

“I’ll take your advice under consideration,”
Claire said, shaking her head in amazement as she stalked out of
the store. How could Cheryl be so blind to her husband’s desires?
They clearly were not on the same page about what constituted the
perfect woman. Parker had been plenty happy to sink his fingers
into Claire’s fleshy hips, her lusciously full ass. Actually, he’d
been so enthralled by her body that things had gotten more
aggressive than Claire had anticipated.

Since Claire had lost her virginity at the
perfectly passable age of seventeen, she’d only had sex with guys
who were very much more like boys than men. They humped like
overeager puppies, and drooled about as much. There was no finesse,
no consideration to their lovemaking. Just pure hormones and sloppy
execution. Claire had never even had an orgasm by one of them!
Sure, she’d become an expert at pleasuring herself, but Parker had
been the first man she’d been with, and boy did he have his way
with her.

“I’m just so new to all this,” Claire said to
Savannah, snapping back to the present moment of her bedroom, “I
mean... things got kind of rough.”

“Like, how rough? Whips? Chains?”

“No... just a, uh... A gag? And some...
choking?”

“Holy shit, Claire! You’re a submissive!”

“What? No, it’s not freakish like that!”

“You say freakish like it’s a bad thing,”
Savannah said, excited, “Don’t you see? There this whole other side
to your sexuality that you get to explore now. It's gone unnoticed
because you insist on dating acne-ridden vermin with pencil dicks
and mommy issues.”

“Ow,” Claire winced, “Too far!”

“Sorry,” Savannah said, “I’m just so glad
that this happened to you! Anytime you need me to cover at the
store so you and Parker can get sexy on the upper west side, let me
know and I’ll be there before you can say ‘don’t stop big daddy’!
God, it’s incredible to see that bitch boss of ours finally get
hers.”

“You don’t think I should feel guilty?”
Claire said, “After all, if my husband was cheating on me with some
random twenty-something, I’d feel devastated.”

“OK, two things,” Savannah said sternly,
“First, your question is invalid because Cheryl clearly does not
possess feelings in the classical sense, and Secondly, you are not
some random girl. This is a man who could have anyone in the world,
any woman from any corner of the earth, and he chose you. Call me
sentimental, but I think you should take that as a sign that you’re
pretty fucking spectacular.”

“Savannah...” Claire said, blushing, “I hope
you’re right... about the way he feels I mean. It’s not like I’m a
sex kitten like you. You’re all cute and tiny and flexible. Me, I’m
all bumps and curves.”

“Oh, shut up. Do you know what I’d do to have
tits like yours?” Savannah cried, “I’d do our entire university’s
lacrosse team. Again! Do you really have no idea how sexy you
are?”

“I don’t know...” Claire said, “I don’t
really think about it.”

“You know what,” Savannah said, looking
around the apartment as if to make sure that they were really
alone, “Can I tell you a secret?”

“Of course,” Claire said, “After listening to
the details of my romp in the kitchen with Mr. Billionaire playboy,
I think you’ve earned it.”

“Well...” Savannah said, biting her bottom
lip, “You know how I’m always really hard on Tommy?”

“Sure I do,” Claire laughed, “I feel like you
must keep a thesaurus around just to come up with fresh insults
every time you see him.”

“It’s not my fault that he’s an insufferably
loquacious urethra-sucker,” Savannah said, winking, “But honestly,
the reason that I’m so mean to Tommy is that I don’t really think
he deserves you.”

“Oh, Savannah...”

“I mean it. He’s not smart enough to keep up
with you intellectually, nowhere near as attractive as you, and
from what you tell me a complete slouch in the bedroom
department.”

“That last piece is certainly true.”

“So why do you waste your time with him when
you know you could do so much better?” Savannah cried, “God, I
hardly ever fool around with girls, but I’d totally get nasty with
you if you let me.”

“What?!” Claire gasped, starting at her
diminutive friend, “Savannah, what are you talking about?”

“I’m just saying,” Savannah smiled, lowering
her eyes seductively, “I’ve always had a sort of secret girl crush
on you. If I didn’t think it would ruin our friendship, I’d make a
move on you this instant.”

The room went silent. Claire sat, staring at
her friend, knowing that she meant what she said. Claire’s mind
tried and tried to wrap itself around this new possibility. Her
fierce fucking by Parker had opened up a whole new world of sex up
to her. She felt as though she’d been missing out on so much
experimentation, and letting herself be touched by a girl was
definitely unknown territory. What if she was as into girls in
practice as she had been to the role of the submissive? Through a
fog of confusion and excitement, Claire met Savannah’s gaze and
smiled.

“Go ahead,” Claire said, her voice
breathy.

“What?” Savannah said, her eyes growing wide
with wonder.