Romance: Three Stories of BBBW Lust and Love (BWWM, BBW Interracial Romance, Erotica, Alpha) (2 page)

“So another day
of farming eh?” Kevin woke in his usual perky attitude; the man had made the
most of his situation and shared that same odd happiness Aztekia did, one that
was probably hiding a great sadness.

I knew that his
time was coming to an end; Aztekia wasn’t going to keep her game up for much
longer and the moment I left the two of them alone she was going to make her
move. I needed to keep Kevin away, just for a little while so that I could
figure out what it is I was feeling and why I wanted to protect him so much.

“Kevin, I need
you to skip out on farming and do a trip around the island, come straight back
here and don’t let anyone see you.” It was an order, I had the perfect plan to
get all of this settled without anyone knowing.

Oddly enough the
man agreed without hesitation – I guess that’s what trust was. It showed just
how mistaken he was and how easily the Queen had deceived him into lowering his
guard; it was as if the man that woke up here a month ago with his strong and
quick reflexes had gone and now all that remained was his dog waiting for
orders.

If ever someone
went missing on this island it was routine to search clockwise, if Kevin did a
lap around the place then he would be back in the temple about twenty-thirty
minutes before whoever is sent for him searches here. They would be on high
alert knowing that the only male of the island and one the Queen seemed to
regard so highly was missing so chances are they’d never even think of looking
in the most obvious places however if he didn’t show up right away here would
be the first place they would check – hence the trip around the island. It was
tricky but since he was willing to do it then I knew it wouldn’t be too
difficult to pull off.

And so I waited
for Kevin to return and sure enough the entire island was in panic the moment a
maid came to ask why Kevin wasn’t on the fields. I told her that he’d left at
first sunlight and then word spread faster than a bolt of lightning. Aztekia was
in and out, she sent off the usual, clockwise search team as they headed east
around the island Kevin came back in from the west, climbing through a window
as I barricaded the room by pushing the bed in-front of the doors – not that it
would hold if anyone came looking.

“As far as
everyone is concerned you escaped and went home – understand?” I wanted to help
him, I didn’t know why but I wanted to see Kevin go off and return to wherever
it is he came rather than be murdered by the queen after a sexual encounter, I
would not tolerate a black-widow amongst our people.

Kevin nodded, he
didn’t seem to want to ask questions and he didn’t want answers either. Instead
he did something odd, something I never thought I’d experience. Kevin placed
his lips on my own, ran his pale fingers through my thick, dark hair and
pressed his body up against mine. I didn’t know what to do, how to breathe, how
to stand, everything became a mess and the noise of a hunt outside didn’t help
my head either. This was what the Queen wanted so badly? Why would she ever
want to get rid of this feeling?

Without even
thinking my hands were all over him, my entire body was longing for his touch
and I felt myself shake with a nervousness I’d never had even when facing off
against the king of lions deep in our forests. This was why men were to be
feared – this was why people were afraid. They had more strength in them than I
thought possible.

The thin
fur-fabrics that covered my flesh were removed, his hands untying and
unbuckling everything on my body as easily as possible until a thud echoed out
as everything fell to the ground between us. His lips never removed themselves
from mine, his tongue didn’t leave my mouth for a moment and his hands always
felt like they were touching my flesh and not pulling at the cloths covering
me. He’d done this before – many times it would seem.

His arms wrapped
around me, holding me in close so that my breasts pushed up and mouth began to
quiver. Little shocks - pulses of pleasure I’d never felt started to flow
through my body, up to my shoulders then down my spine and finally curving
around in-between my thighs. I could barely keep stance, I couldn’t even think
about anything besides this moment. What was I doing? What was he doing? Now
wasn’t the time for questions.

His body forced
my own down to the sheets behind us, it was the first time I’d let anyone
overpower me. His lips continued to move around my face, kissing my cheek and
neck, back to my lips and then down once more. He knew how to bring these feelings
of euphoria into a verbal form that dwelled within my throat until I was forced
to let it slip into the air and cry out – something he seemed to enjoy.

His lips
continued to travel over my dark skin, his blonde hair was all I could see as I
looked down to Kevin who took his time in trailing over my breasts, a track of
warm, moist saliva leaking from his tongue as he caressed my nipple and
engulfed it into his comforting mouth. I cried out over and over as little
pulses of passion and intoxicating lust that I’d never felt consumed me. How
could this be a bad thing? Why had I denied myself this for so long?

As his knees hit
the floor he spread out my caramel legs and gently kissed my inner thighs,
swapping between the two and causing more songs of joy to escape my lips. I
could hear all the fuss outside, the two of us burning with passion in a pit of
chaos that we’d caused. In a moment of weakness… or lust, I’d betrayed almost
everything I’d come to know for this man. I didn’t know why but I didn’t want
this feeling to end – I ordered Kevin to pleasure me with a sharp bark and he
heeded my words with complete obedience.

As his tongue
began to bury itself inside my moist skin I cried out into the open room,
noticing my whimpers would attract unwanted attention Kevin pulled away from me
and reminded me that we weren’t to be found. As his head once again travelled
down I braced myself by ripping the sheets and ramming some between my teeth so
that I could bite down as he dug in.

My whole body
pulsating and softening, I was leaking out into his mouth almost as soon as he
touched my quivering hole. I’d never given myself before, never felt the brush
of a man’s tongue as it slowly swirled around inside of me and caused all sense
and reason to numb – leaving only the pleasure and passion of the moment. I was
now his captive.

I couldn’t
control myself much longer, waves of pleasure started to erupt from my body and
all I could do was sink my teeth into the sheet that kept me quiet. I was
pouring out onto Kevin as he ate away between my dark thighs, his moans
matching my own as he began to drink from me and not one sign of him tiring. He
was an expert – so it would seem.

Before my vision
could grab hold of the mesh of colours or focus on objects rather than blur everything
together I heard the sounds of our finest warriors roaming the halls. They
weren’t supposed to be back so soon but then again I wasn’t supposed to be on
my back with my thighs wrapped around this white man’s head. There was only one
way out of this now, caught between everything I’d known and a burning passion
I’d never even dreamed I’d feel I took the chance and grabbed Kevin by the
hand. The two of us were getting off this island.

If that is what
man could do then there was no choice but to fight for that pleasure and
treasure it as best as I could.

***

Story two:  A big
girl

It wasn’t that I was unhappy with
myself; no I was simply trying to shed those last few pounds. I just wanted to
be like the girls in the adverts, still have that full figure but with a nice
curvy look to it; I was sick and tired of feeling unattractive and being the
woman who ordered a meal when everyone else was sipping their soups with smiles
on their faces. I just wanted to as lovable as those women; that’s all.

I’d spent a long time listening to the
slurs of passing teenagers throughout high school and then went through all the
jokes in the workplace. I had heard and seen enough to be comfortable in my own
skin and yet one thing still bugged me; the way men looked at me as a person
because of my weight. I mean, I was a big, beautiful brunette and I had many
talents but all of that only amounted to the word ‘fat’ when it came to dating.

Dating was something I’d done for years
now, I was constantly hooked up with friends of friends who either cancelled
last minute or were ‘really, really busy’ and never found time to see me again.
I knew exactly what that meant and although I’d love to say I was okay with it
sometimes I wasn’t. However I didn’t want to change myself but you couldn’t
help but wonder how much better things would be if you did conform.

People always think it’s a compliment
when they come out with ‘you’d look so good if you just lost a bit of weight’
or ‘you’re really beautiful, you just need to show it more.’ Those are not
compliments, those are nice ways of stripping you of all your confidence or
building your hopes up for something we both know isn’t going to happen. I am
who I am and my body is what it is. I couldn’t do much to change that and
whenever I tried it backfired. I learned to live with my curves long ago.

What happened on that particular Friday
didn’t seem to be different to any other. I had a group of close female friends
as most women in Manhattan did; together we joked about men over drinks and
then they’d all spend the next few days regretting it as they worked their
bodies at the gym whereas I would continue my normal routine of takeout and
watching reruns. Eventually somewhere down the line one of my female friends
would know this ‘great guy’ who was ‘really nice’ and he’d be ‘just my type’,
what this meant was that there was an overweight man looking to get married and
settle down with his receding hairline and overbearing mother having to approve
everything he did. I’d seen it all too many times before yet who was I to
reject these blind date offers? I got free meals out of them at least.

So there I was dressing myself in
another cardigan and long skirt combination ready to meet Mr wrong at a four
star restaurant which I would no doubt order myself the most expensive thing
and consume it as I listened to his proposition of a happy life together. I may
have been a bit over weight, I may not have the best looks and I may not have
the best job but the one thing I did have for myself was respect and I wasn’t
going to settle no matter what the situation. I owed it to myself to be happy.

When I arrived I got a call from the man
I was yet to meet stating he’d be up to half an hour late due to work; I
thought it was going to be the same cycle as most men. Sometimes – knowing I
was a larger lady; they would wait to see exactly how large from across the
street or something, then they would call me if they were half decent and say
they were running late or had to cancel, the indecent ones just never showed up
leaving my friends who’d set us up to make up an annoyingly fake sounding
excuse for them. It didn’t bother me too much; I was used to it by now.

Not being able to be seated until both
of us were there I took to the bar and ordered myself a flurry of
cosmopolitans. I thought since I was already out I might as well enjoy some
drinks before that inevitable call from my friend who had set the date up
saying that the guy couldn’t make it for whatever reason. I guess it hurt a
little; knowing that people would judge you off of your appearance but then
again that was how the world worked and I couldn’t change it.

Forty minutes past before I started
getting sad looks from the woman at the door and sympathetic eyes from the bar
tender. I smiled and grabbed my coat but not before downing my fifth drink;
heading towards the door I thought to myself -
“I’m just as good as any of those girls,” as I looked upon a field of dates;
skinny girls and handsome men laughing over a bottle of wine as they dig into
their garden salads.

Not looking where I was going I
accidently bumped into a tall blonde man wearing a somewhat expensive suit.
“Sorry,” as I pushed past him he called out to me.
“Claire?” His voice was gentle and soothing to match his face, a nice jawline
and piercing blue eyes; I couldn’t believe that this was the man I’d been set
up with.

It must have been pity; this must’ve
been my friends getting a handsome man to meet me on the promise that they’d
date him afterwards or something along those lines. There he stood all six foot
something and slim whereas I stood on the lesser end of the five foot scale
with a bit a few curves to me.

“Sorry I’m late; you should never trust
a doctor to be on time.” He began to laugh whereas I wanted to melt; a doctor,
a nice body and a charming grin that was hiding his disgust almost perfectly. I
could pretend if he could.

As we were shown to our table you could
see the confusion in the waitress’s eyes. She and everyone else in this place
were probably thinking the exact same thing. That I wasn’t good enough, that I
had to be his sister or some sort of family relation. No one would ever believe
that the two of us were on a date together and yet there we were; I was finding
it hard to believe myself.

I thought it would all go downhill from
the moment we were seated though; once menus were in hand I couldn’t sit there
pretending to look over the bits of cabbage that they call a meal, no; my eyes
were right onto the steaks. I felt a little awkward; almost pressured into
conforming to what was expected of a female but then I remembered who I was and
just because this man made my knees shake it didn’t mean I had to change a
single thing about me.

“Everything looks good; I haven’t been
here before but I think I’ll be coming again if the Angus steaks nice. What do
you fancy?” Before I could respond we were interrupted by the same girl who’d
shown us to our seat moments ago; I could tell she was dying to find out what
was going on between us just by the way she kept passing by every few seconds.
The whole restaurant looked like it was in a state of confusion by this
pairing.

“Are you ready to order?” A faint
chuckle left her mouth as she tried not to smile too brightly. Her thin figure
and dyed hair probably made her feel far superior to me in any way possible; I
just reminded myself that I had five drinks prior to this and was still
standing; she’d be on the floor.

“I’ll have the Angus steak and…”
“The same please.” I did it; I ordered a steak on a date with a guy who was
probably half the weight of me and I really didn’t care.

Once our menus were taken away and
drinks were brought to the table almost instantly the man who had been smiling
at me with little attempt to make conversation finally opened his mouth. He didn’t
have to humour me; just being on this date with me was enough to make my day
seeing as it’d shocked a few people.

“I’m glad you didn’t get a salad.” That
was his opening; it wasn’t the conventional for most dates but it caught my
attention right away.
“I swear, I’m sick of these stick figures who think men want a girl who doesn’t
eat. If a girl couldn’t join me for a steak then she’s not worth my time.” We
both burst out with laughter instantly; that kind of laughter because we
realized we thought the same things, the kind of laughter where people were
staring but we didn’t really care. I knew we were going to get on well from
that moment.

The conversation spiralled upwards from
there, we talked about anything and everything there was to know. He told me
how he met my friend who set this up which was through work; the two of them
had been talking but he’d never thought of her in the dating sense. She showed
him my picture and apparently he wanted to meet me; I wasn’t entirely sure I
believed him but then again he was there with me enjoying a steak so who was I
to question it.

I know it may have been bad of me and I
knew it wasn’t something that I’d usually do but I found myself asking him a
question at the end of our date that I never had the chance to ask before.
“Would you like to come in?” Stood at the door of my apartment the handsome
doctor whose name I learnt to be Tom accepted my invitation and made himself at
home in my one bedroomed flat which thankfully I had finished remodelling just
last week.

“You have a great kitchen.” Those were
his first words as he walked through the hall and gazed into my lavish,
stainless room. I spent a lot of time cooking and even wanted to go on being a
chef but it failed and instead I made sure I got plenty of practice on my own;
probably one of the reasons I was a big, beautiful woman instead of a twig.

Wine was poured and the two of us got
comfortable on my sofa. I honestly couldn’t believe this; a doctor in my house
and not because I’d fallen flat on my face and not moved for so long that my
cats had started to eat me. He liked me, he really seemed to like me and I was
amazed at that thought.

The more alcohol I consumed the more
forward I was being; I couldn’t help myself I mean, this never happened…never.
I thought if I let the chance slip by then I wouldn’t get that kiss I wanted;
that warm mouthful where I could feel his tongue caress my own. Maybe he was
just being friendly and maybe it was all in my head but I’d never know unless I
tried. I was a larger lady, I wasn’t one of those little girls and I saw no
problem in making the first move.

I took a deep breath and went for it;
right there and then I smacked my lips on his. After what felt like an eternity
in nervous limbo I felt what I’d hoped for; his tongue worked its way inside my
mouth and began to caress my inner-cheek. I could’ve melted right on the spot.

I don’t know what it was, the wine, the
conversation, the fact that it was getting dark outside and the moon was
shining down through the window; I had no idea but for some reason the mood had
overcome both of us – we were lip-locked and Tom wasted no time in lying me
flat across the sofa; his tongue moving from my moist lips down to my large
breasts.

“I love a woman with a nice pair.” The
cheeky comment left his mouth as he groped me and fooled around; running his
hand under the fabric of my top and cupping my flesh only to circle the nipple
with his thumb until it was throbbing in his grip.

He began to tease and pinch it; pulling
it out over my top and moving his head closer to it so that he could admire it
with his mouth. Slowly taking in the erect tip and using his tongue to run
circles around it even more; I was lay back moaning out in joy, a string of
cries and whimpers left me and filled the air like a song; I couldn’t stop
myself from letting him have me. I was overcome with passion and Tom seemed to
know exactly how to satisfy my needs.

I could feel my body tensing right away;
feel my skin tingle as his hands roamed over my big, beautiful skin and around
my curves. His lips loosening on my breast only to pinch me one last time with
his teeth causing a loud squirm as the sting of pleasure pulsated through me
and heated my thighs.

He continued his movement downwards,
lifting up my shirt to place little, soft kisses over my skin. His mouth was so
warm and he let saliva run down over me; marking his trail as he closed in on
his target with eager groans of his own. As he looked up to me and began to
lift up the long skirt I’d thrown on for our date I couldn’t help but close my
eyes as my head was thrown back to the arm of the chair.

In darkness everything felt more
intense; I was more prone to his touch and I could feel every little bit of
fabric as it shifted around me. I could feel the softness of my underwear as it
was gently pulled down and slowly taken off the tip of my feet; tickling my
toes through my socks and causing me to giggle to myself. However the
funny-feeling soon turned back to lust as he gently ran his hands back up my
thick thighs and spread me out as best as he could; placing one leg up over the
back of the sofa and the other to the floor so that I was completely parted for
his next move.

He thrust his tongue deep inside of me,
running it around my pulsating insides and shoved it right up to my throbbing
sensitive spot that seeped with fluid the moment he touched it. I cried out
from the feeling of ecstasy that crashed over me in waves of pleasure and gave
into the reactions my body was having. For the skinnier one out of the both of
us he could certainly eat better.

My hands anchored down into his golden
locks as he lapped up every last drop I began to spill, my body on fire with
passion as I screamed out and burst without warning; over and over again he
made sure that not a drop of my juices were wasted and continued to go even
after the cries had subsided only to make me feel on the edge all over again.
He wasn’t going to let me get out of this with any breath left, he loved my
curvaceous body and wanted to prove that to me anyway he could; even if it
meant leaving me panting on the floor stripped of all my clothes and energy.