Anna's Seduction: One Night of Pleasure (BBW Erotic Romance) (5 page)

“9-5, Monday to Friday,” I confirm.

“Don’t you find it depressing?”

“No.  If I can help one person, then it’s worth it.  I also know that I will be of no use to anyone, if I don’t think of it as a job and totally switch off when I put the phone down on my last call of the day.”  I take her hand and pull her to her feet.  “I do this on Saturdays and completely rest on Sundays.”  I give her a wolfish smile.  “Speaking of which...now that I’ve fed you, I’m going to fuck you some more.”

She whirls and races to the bedroom with me chasing after her.

We fall onto of the bed, me on top of her.

“Perfect position for a little ass-fucking,” I say as I rub my hardening cock between the crack of her ass.

“Are you sure you aren’t too big?”

I like the fact that she’s worried about my size, not about having anal.

“I’ve got plenty of lube,” I tell her and pick up my almost full 250ml bottle of clear anal lubricant from the table and show it to her.  “And I will take my time.  I won’t tear you, I promise.”

“Okay,” she agrees, still sounding a bit unsure.

I turn her over and put my hand under her chin, so that she’s looking at me.

“Do you trust me?”

“Yes.”

“Anal sex isn’t something to be rushed.”  I stroke the side of her smooth face with my thumb.  “I will use my fingers to prepare you until you’re relaxed and open before I start.  And you can stop me at any time.”

“Are you sure that you’ll be able to stop?”

“Yes.  I won’t stop if you’re moaning from pleasure or sweet pain, but say the word ‘stop’ clearly and I will immediately.”

“Okay.”

“You have a beautiful ass.”  I run my hand down her body and stroke the soft skin of her behind.  “Any man you meet will want to fuck it.  I hadn’t planned on anal tonight, but your sweet ass has tempted me.”

“I always think it’s too big.”

“It’s big and round and a perfect heart shape,” I say as I prop her hips up on some pillows.  “I could admire it all day.  If it had its own website, I would pay money to log on just to see it.”

She laughs and relaxes more fully onto the bed.

I spread her cheeks and use my tongue to soften her anus.  The ring of muscles stay tightly clenched at first, but I persist until I get my tongue past them.

“Ohhh!” she moans as I stab it fully inside her.

I do it a couple more time before I lube two fingers and stretch her opening as I push them to the knuckle.

“Your ass is just as responsive as your pussy,” I tell her as I add some more lube and squeeze another finger inside her.  “Just stay nice and relaxed for me.”

So far she’s being surprisingly relaxed and I know that the wine she’d consumed had something to do with it.  She isn’t drunk—she’d had another glass of wine with her meal, but she’d said that she ate out a lot and was used to having wine with her meals—but the wine is making her more mellow than she would have been dead sober.

“You’ve done well,” I soon tell her, pressing four fingers inside her to the knuckles and circling them to open her further.  “Now you’re ready for me.”

“Are you sure?” she asks, tightening momentarily around my fingers.

“I’m positive,” I reply, keeping the fingers of my right hand inside her and awkwardly applying lube to my cock from tip to base with my left hand.  “I will slide inside you like a greased piston.”

I pull my fingers free and try to get inside before her muscles retract, but I still have to jab at them several times before the head of my cock slips in.

“Aw!” she moans and reaches back to sink her fingernails into my thigh.

They’re short but still get in deep enough to cause me discomfort.

“Do you want me to stop?”

I know she doesn’t but again I want her to say it.

I want her to remember that I’m fucking her because she wants me to.

I want her to remember that she’s in control.

“No,” she moans.  “Just take it slowly.”

“Don’t worry, baby,” I promise, sinking a little deeper.  “I’ll take it nice and slow.”

Using an extra dollop of lube for every inch or so, I work my full length gradually into her tight asshole.

And all the while she moans and groans, but never tells me to stop.

“You’re taken it all, sweetness,” I tell her and for a couple minutes I concentrate on carefully thrusting back and forth.  “How does it feel?”

“Strange...but good.”  Her hips begin a slight wiggling movement as she seems to relax.  “Amazing.”

“It looks incredible,” I tell her.  It really did—my cock, hard and red, between the soft snowy pillows of her behind.  “You should see how beautiful it looks.”

“I wish I could.”

Her answer surprises me for a second, but then I remember the avid way she’d looked at our joined bodies in the mirror.

“I could take some shots if you want me to?” I suggest.

“Shots?”

“It’s an instant camera and you get all the photos.”  I lean over and try to open the bottom drawer of the bedside table, but it’s too far away.  Fuck if I’m going to leave her warm tight hole for anything.  “Reach into that drawer and see if you can grab it.”

She’s nearer and easily grabs hold of my Polaroid Impossible.

She checks, I guess to ensure that it is an instant.

“Okay,” she says, and then hands it to me.

I take several quick shots and pass them to her, including one with just the tip of my cock inside her, to remind her of the length she’s capable of taking.

As she waits for the images to develop, I start to move faster.  Short strokes at first, because her tight ass won’t let go of my cock, but increasing with each thrust.

“Oh my God!”  There’s real shock in her voice.

I look up and the first image is coming into view.  It’s an extreme close-up and the base of my cock looks massive.

“Just beautiful,” I tell her and come down over her and cup her breasts, sensing that she needs reassurance.  I pick up another photo and show it to her.  “Your ass is like alabaster. Look how hard my cock is for you and look how your little asshole is hugging it tight like it doesn’t want to let it go.”

“You’re full of shit.”  She lets out a strangled laugh.

“You have one of the sweetest asses I’ve ever fucked,” I tell her as I start to stroke her clit.

“Really?”

I can tell she’s pleased by the compliment.

“Honestly,” I assure her as I straighten and grab hold of her hips.  I keep her firmly in place as I start to work smoothly in and out of her.  I don’t want to tear her or make her too sore.  “And I’ve ass-fucked hundreds of women.”

“You have such a dirty mouth.”

“I know,” I reply without shame.  “Play with yourself.”

She chuckles quietly and puts down the photo she’d been holding to reach backwards to place one hand on her clit and the other on her breast.

“Yes, baby.”  I feel the instant softening of her anus and take full advantage of it, by first pressing my cock deeper and then quickening my pace.  “Fucking your ass is like fucking a dream.”

“Fuck it for me, Roger.”  I feel her fingers reaching into her pussy, filling her emptiness and stroking against my cock at the same time.  “Oh God, fuck it for me!”

“My pleasure, baby.”

“Fuck it...good.”

“Your wish, baby” ― I quicken my pace ― “is my command.”

“Hurts so good...so good,” she mumbles.

I smile and add a little rotating twist to the movement of my hips.

She’s easily in the top three of my all-time favourite ass-fucks.  The other two had been total virgins, which had added that something extra to my pleasure, but Anna’s ass is almost the perfect balance of resistance and yield.  The use of her bunny in the last couple of months had made her easier to break in, but still left her incredibly tight.

“Yes...yes...good...so good.”  Once again she starts backing up against me, taking everything I’ve got to give. I’m...coming.”

Her anal passage sucks me deeper and deeper as she orgasms.  I close my eyes as my balls tighten, a telltale sign that I can’t hold out for much longer, and it isn’t long before I join her with a loud groan.

Again I just lie on top of her, enjoying the soft cushion of her body before I finally roll off her and the bed.  “I’ll be back.”

I have a pee and then clean my cock thoroughly.  He’s had his ass; it will be pussy for the rest of the night for me.

When I get back to the bed, I put my arm around her and pull her in close so that her head is on my shoulder.  We stay like this for several minutes, not saying a word

Finally I pick up the photos and we have a look through them.

“They look like porn!” she complains, but her eyes are riveted.

“But porn that you made,” I remind her.

“My anus is stretched so wide.”

“And yet, you’re not in pain, are you?”

“It aches...but there’s no real pain.”

“Your skin’s got great elasticity.”  I cup her left breast and we both watch as I knead it with my fingers.  The resilient flesh gives easily under pressure but snaps back as soon as it’s released.  “You will age well.”

“You don’t know that.”

“I know bodies,” I tell her.  “And you’re luckier than you realize.”

“Why do you say that?”  She bends her arm and props her head onto it to look down at me.

“Your body is firm although you don’t exercise.”

“If I lose weight I will probably end up with bags of loose skin.”

“That’s why I advised you not to diet,” I reminded her.  “You don’t have to starve yourself or try to lose weight quickly.  If you eat more healthily and exercise, it will slowly but surely come off.  Make it a long-term goal—something like: get fit or get the body you want by your thirty-fifth or fortieth birthday.”

***

I
stare at Roger for a moment without speaking.  What he said made perfect sense and yet I’d never thought of dieting over such a long period myself.  If I lost one pound a month, I could be almost within sight of the ideal BMI for my height in 5 years.  In 10, my weight would be comfortably in the range.

“I don’t know why I always think that I have to lose weigh overnight,” I admit.  “I didn’t gain it overnight.  It’s logical that I should lose it the same way I gained, but every time I go on a diet I want to be slim by the end of the month.”

“If you had health issues, I would suggest making losing weight a priority, but thankfully you don’t have to.  Gradual weigh loss is less traumatic on the body.”  He takes my hands in his.  I have to admit I love when he does it.  “But there are things you can do that will immediately make you feel more confident.”

“What?  Have a body transplant?” I ask, raising an eyebrow at him.  “I’ll swap with you in a heartbeat.”

“I would do it, too.”  He laughs.  “If those breasts were mine, I would fondle them all day.  And if I had your ass, I would develop a permanent crick in my neck from looking back at it.”

“You’re insane!”  I laugh out loud and raucously at the idea of him wanting
my
body.

“Getting back to the topic we were discussing.” His face sobers and he gives me a stern look.  “First, I want you to buy some scandalously sexy underwear and lingerie, and wear them in the house at least.  But, they will make you feel more feminine even if you’re wearing a business suit.”

“They probably don’t do sexy lingerie in my size,” I mutter.

“They do,” he responds and something tells me that he knows what he’s talking about.  “Just do a search on the internet.  If you can’t find what you want, give me a call and I will give you the links to some great websites.  You can order what you want without leaving your home.”

“Okay.”

“Practise walking in the heels I bought you until you’re more confident and then get yourself several more pairs.  And wear shoes that show off your feet.  They may not be slender, but they are pretty and well shaped.  Paint your nails, even if it’s a French manicure.  If possible, have it done professionally.”

“The women in beauty salons are always so perfect.”

“And imagine, you can pay them to be at your command.”  He laughs.  “Imagine yourself sitting there like a queen and having them wash your feet, cut and shape your toenails and then paint them.”

I’ve cringed at the idea of a slim, perfect beautician taking my fat feet between her dainty palms, but I now laugh as I picture it with his words in mind.

“Fashion comes and goes all the time.  Rubenesque women were once all the rage, they will again be some time in the future.  Think of yourself as being ahead of fashion.”

I laugh and realize that I’ve done it more times in one night with him than I’ve done in a long time.

He’s so easy to talk to.

He must be great at his job as a volunteer.

We’d spoken to each other five times on the phone and he’d asked me a lot of questions. Personal questions, but not the kind of questions a pervert or con man would ask and I’d found myself responding truthfully even though he was a total stranger.

“I don’t think that fat women would ever be in fashion as far as my mother is concerned,” I respond.

“The next time she calls and tells you something negative, pull her up on it.  Or better still, call her as soon as you get home today and tell her that you need some time to yourself, so you won’t be calling her for a while.”