Anna's Seduction: One Night of Pleasure (BBW Erotic Romance) (6 page)

“She would go ballistic!”

“Do you care?” he asks.  “You need to spend some time focussing on you without her constant criticism.”

“I do,” I admit.  Truthfully she’s never gotten over my dad deserting her, but I reach for a tub of Ben and Jerry’s
Utter Peanut Butter Clutter
after almost every conversation I have with her.  I’m her only child, so I’ve allowed her to vent her frustrations on me.  It stops now, I decide.  “I will call and have a frank talk with her.”

“Make sure you do.”

“I will.”  Nothing he’s said is new, but yet it’s like something in my brain has clicked into place.

I deserve to be happy.

The thought almost made me giddy.

I have so much to be grateful for: I’m still young; have no health issues, a home of my own and a well-paying secure job.

And finally I’ve been fucked by a man.

It was worth every penny and I would do it again in a heartbeat, but I know now that there’s no rush—my bunnies will do until I find the man I want.

I will miss Roger’s arms, though.

Maybe it was time to get the boyfriend pillow I’ve wanted to buy.

“Everything you say makes such perfect sense,” I tell him and kiss the tip of his nose.  “Are you sure I can’t hire you as my psychiatrist, dietician and personal trainer?”

I’m only joking, of course.  I know that he has a full plate already.

He smiles.  “You don’t need any of them...although a good personal trainer could help you tailor an exercise programme that’s right for you.  Just make sure you find one that suits you and remember that you’re paying them and not the other way around.”

“Okay.”  I will give the idea some serious thought, but I’ve seen documentaries like
Fat: The Fight Of My Life
and
Obese: A Year to Save My Life
and though the people they help mostly end up losing the weight, I don’t want anyone to push me that hard.  “But I think I will try on my own for six months first.”

“Doing it on your own would be better,” he replies.

“Really?” I ask, surprised.

“Yes.  When you achieve your goals without assistance, you
own
them.  Some people need personal trainers.  They will only lose weight if someone’s cracking a whip over their heads and pushing them to exercise regularly.  Many will change their lifestyles and continue to make healthy eating choices once they understand the correlation between what they eat, how much they exercise and the weight they gain or lose.  But there are others who will regain the weight once the sessions with their trainers stop and that’s because they weren’t in full control of the process.  To them it’s like passing an exam by cheating and as a result they feel guilty and quickly gain it back.  So, it’s much better if you take control of your own life.”  He rubs his thumbs over the skin at the back of my hands.  His hands aren’t rough, but the skin is much coarser than mine and bizarrely when he’s stroking me, I can feel how soft my skin is in comparison.  “You
must
exercise, though.  Start gently, with fifteen minutes of either Pilates or yoga every morning.  You can increase duration and difficulty as you go along.”

“I think I’ll do Pilates.”  Three years ago I used to regularly attend a class on Wednesday evening, but it gradually became filled with skinny women in skimpy outfits who didn’t look as though they needed the exercise.  One by one the larger women left, until the session I was the only one attending.  I didn’t turn up the week after and have never had the courage to go back.  It was a shame because the older woman who taught the class had been an excellent teacher and though I hadn’t done it long enough for it to make a huge difference to my body, I’d felt fitter and younger.  “I might even get myself a Pilates Reformer. I’ve always wanted one.”

“They are great machines, but start with a DVD first.  Too many people buy exercise machines with good intentions and never use them.  I’m not saying that you will be one of them,” he says, staring into my eyes.  “But you can get great results without having one.  So, start without one and see how it goes.”

“Alright.”

“You might find that you’re happy to just do enough to keep your body supple, but you don’t want to lose too much weight.”

“I thought losing weight was the whole point,” I protest.

“The point is you loving and accepting your body,” he tells me.  “Once you start to focus on your body and what it needs, you might find that getting fit becomes a priority over getting slim.  If you wear the right clothing to enhance your shape rather than hide it, you might find that you like the attention men give you too much to lose your curves.”

“The attention men give
me
?” I scoff.  “Most of them act like I’m invisible.”

“I can guarantee, if you put on a form-fitting dress and a pair of heels, and walk down the streets, men won’t be able to keep their eyes off you.”

“Yes.”  I laugh.  “They’ll be thinking,
cover yourself up, woman!”

“They’ll be thinking as I am right now,
God, I want to fuck her!”
  He pinches my left nipple between his fingers and it immediately pouts.  He stares at it for a moment as he reaches down and slides two of those same fingers up inside me.  Then he bends his head to flick his tongue at my swollen nipple and lifts his head.  “I love how responsive your body is.”

This time when he bends his head to it, he captures the whole areola and sucks my breast hard into his mouth.  He pulls as though he wants milk and each tug sends sensations shooting to my centre.

“Yes.”  I cup the back of his head and watch him.

Soon it becomes too intense, I’m circling my entrance on his fingers, trying to tell him that I want more.  I know his penis is erect because I can feel it squashed against the side of my hip.

He ignores my silent plead and I finally reach down for it.

I run my hand up and down its length, marvelling at its softness, smoothness and hardness.  I marvel too that not only had I been able to take the whole length inside me, but how much I wanted it again.

“Fuck me again, Roger,” I tell him when he doesn’t seem to get my tacit message.

“I thought you’d never ask.”  He laughs as he takes his penis in hand and points it between my legs.

“I didn’t know I had to,” I complain.

“Most men don’t need asking, but if you want a man to fuck you, just tell him.  Although few men will need prompting to fuck this sweet pussy.”  He rubs the head against my opening, liberally spreading the moisture oozing out of me.  Then he gives me a few, teasing, shallow thrusts but makes no attempt to push deeper.

“Roger!  Take me, please!” I beg.

“Your wish is my command.”

“Aw!”  I’d thought that he would just slide inside me with ease, but it’s almost as bad as the first time. 

“God, baby, you’re still so tight.”  His face twists into a slight grimace as he starts to push inside me.

“Your cock’s so big,” I complain as it forces me open.

“The better to fuck you with, my dear.”  He laughs and then slides his arms under my shoulders, cradles my head and gives me a long kiss.  He sucks on my tongue and then slides his along it sinuously as he keeps pushing into me.

He almost distracts me.

Almost.

I can feel my wetness aiding its passage and yet it seems to get stuck a few times.  Undeterred, Roger withdraws silently and then presses forward more forcefully each time and soon I can feel his tight balls flush against my skin.

“I wish you could feel how good it is to have your pussy wrapped around me like a second skin.”

“Stretched more like!” I retort and give a moan and he withdraws slightly and manages to get even deeper.

Eleven inches was more than I’d bargained for.

I had hoped for eight or nine, would have been thrilled with ten, but surely eleven was too much?

“Stretched wider than you probably will ever be again,” he says arrogantly.  “But you’ll never forget the experience.”

The thought of him being mine for only one night suddenly makes me sad.  Instead of telling him off for his arrogance, I wrap my arms around his neck and say, “Nor will I ever forget you.”

“I won’t forget you either.”  He says the words sincerely and although I don’t know if he means them, I begin to feel better.

And a minute later it doesn’t matter as he starts to move smoothly in and out of me.

“Feels so good.”

“It does?” He props himself up to the side on one muscular arm and gives me a clear view as he withdraws and then plunges himself back inside me, and says, “Watch me fuck you, baby.”

His olive complexion and short, dark pubic hairs are stark contrast to my lily white, shaved mound.  And as I watch I imagine that he’s a light-skinned black man.  The thought sends a thrill through my body and almost immediately brings me to the point of orgasm.

It’s another of my fantasies taking form.

I don’t know if I’m bold enough to date a man of another race.  I don’t know if I can deal with society’s, my mother’s and possibly his relatives’ disapproval, but in my fantasy world, I let my imagination run free.

I swear I come harder at the thought of a man of another race....

“Still good?” Roger demands with a hard slam of his hips, as though he’s sensed that my mind had wandered for a minute.

“Yes,” I reply.

Why are you fantasying about some unknown man when you have a flesh and blood man right here with you,
I chastise myself.  I guess I’m so used to conjuring up a man in my mind’s eye when I’m plunging one of my rabbits inside me, it’s odd not to have to do so.

“Only good?  Then, I’ll have to make it better.”  He promises and covers my body with his for a moment, pressing his pubic bone against my clit as he gives me a long hard kiss.  Then he hooks my legs over his arms and brings them almost to my chin.

I feel, and I’m sure I look, like a trussed-up chicken without the string, but I have no time to think about that as he raises himself on his toes until only the tip of his penis is inside me.  He gives me a few slow, short jabs and then a sudden deeper one.

“Ah!”  I sink my fingernails into his wrists.  “That hurt!”

Only for a moment, but he’d gone deeper than he had the whole night.

“It’s called ‘sweet pain’, baby.”  He leans down and brushes my lips with his.  “In this position I can go deeper inside you than almost any other, so you get to enjoy my full length, sweetness.”

“Enjoy?” I almost choke on the word as he gives me another full thrust.  “It feels as though it wants to burst through the top of my womb.”

Not really, but I can feel him incredibly deep inside me.  I couldn’t take another inch.

“You know you want it all.”  He holds my gaze as he continues to work himself back and forth, his huge muscles bulging as they support his weight.  “Say you want it.  Say you want me to fuck you deep and hard.”

“I want it,” I admit.

“Some or all?” he teases and gives me only a few inches before he withdraws again.

“All.”  In disbelief I hear myself say the word.  It’s like I have a split personality and my horny alter ego is the one beneath him.  “I want all of it.”

“That’s my girl.”  There’s a smile that looks suspiciously like approval on his lips as he increases his stroke.  “You feel so good, baby.”

He closes his eyes and throws back his head as he carries on.  I look down at where our bodies join and I can see that my nether lips are now reddened and swollen and glistening with my fluids.  In fact, I’m so wet, each time he withdraws threadlike ribbons of moisture connect us briefly before they snap.  His penis looks like a broad, flat blade as it pierces me repeatedly.

Suddenly it dawns on me that this sexy, good-looking, muscle-bound hunk is making love to...no fucking...me!

It doesn’t matter that I’d paid him to do so.

What matters is that he seems to be enjoying himself as much as I am.

I’m giving him pleasure, even if it’s not as much as he’s giving me.

He talks dirty and I know that he wants me to talk dirty back.

I’ve cringed, wondering what Mother would say, each time I’ve said the crude words he’s deliberately making me repeat.

But saying them hadn’t been that bad.

In fact, saying them was surprisingly freeing.

I can behave like a total whore if I want to, I realize.

He knows nothing about me, except my first name.

“Your cock looks incredible inside me.”

His eyes snap open and he stills for a moment before a smile breaks across his face.

“Say it again for me, baby.”

“Your big cock looks fucking incredible inside my tight, little pussy.”

He seems to lose control when I say the words.  He lowers his body as close as he can to mine, spreading my raised legs further apart, and plunges his tongue deep within my mouth as soon as I open my lips at his unspoken demand.

I grab his butt and urge him to go even faster as I feel my orgasm building and building, from the crown of my head to the soles of my feet and then back up to my centre where he was pounding into me like a cog in a well-greased hole.

“Ahhhh!” I pull my lips away to gasp as my orgasm hits with the force of a truck.

“Oh, fuck, baby!”  Roger climaxes seconds later and I feel my inner walls pulsating and contracting in unison with his jerking penis.

I think I actually feel his ejaculations hit the back of my womb.

Slowly, he releases my legs one after the other and lowers his body sideways on to the bed and takes a couple of deliberate breaths.

When he raises his head, he says, “That was fucking awesome!”

“Yes, it was.”

He settles his head comfortably on one of the large pillows and pulls me closer to him.  “I hope you’re not tired.”

“I’m wide awake,” I reply.

It’s way,
way
past my bedtime, but sleep is the last thing on my mind.

“Good.” He strokes his hand down the length of my hair and then cups my behind.  “Because I’m not quite done with you yet.”

“Oh really?” I raise myself on my elbow and look down at him.

“I promised you a night of pleasure.  There will be little sleep tonight...unless you get tired.”