The BBW and the Rock Star (2 page)

She grinned at him and knelt at
his waist and then surprised him by taking the tip of his cock in
her hand, fondling it. "This is what you caused all that drama
with, huh? This is always the head you think with, isn’t it
Stan?”

Stan didn't know how to respond,
but his dick did and started to rise to her touch.

"Oh," she squealed with glee. "I
guess you do like fat girls."

Stan was quiet as she stroked
his cock, slowly, up and down. The erection was the strongest he’d
felt in a long time. She reached over with her other hand and
cupped his balls, lightly rolling them around. He buried his head,
backwards, in the pillow and couldn’t help himself from moaning out
loud.

“
I know you
like the super skinny, super model types. Or, I know you think you
like those. And why wouldn’t you, Stan? They follow you around like
lost little puppy dogs and let you do absolutely anything you want
to them. You’re Stan Cherry, right? God of rock and
roll?”

Candy stroked faster and Stan
felt himself on the verge of coming. She had an intense way with
her meaty hand and was able to grip most of his cock at once.

“
Suck it
Candy,” he ordered. “Get down there and suck my dick.”

She laughed and then squeezed
his cock so hard that he was about to scream. He was unable to
reach down and stop her with his arms tied to the bedpost. She
stared at it, watching as the blood filled tip turned purple. She
then thumped it with her hand and let go. Stand hollered.

“
What the hell,
Candy?”

Her laugh was deep and rich and
he was more than a little uncomfortable, tied to the bed and at her
mercy.

“
I’m not
sucking your dick Stan, not now anyway. Maybe later after we
figured out if you can obey like a good little boy or
not.”

“
What are you
talking about?”

Wordlessly she reached up and
slapped him hard across the face. He screamed out once more. “What
the fuck, Candy?”

“
You will speak
only when spoken to,” she began. “You will answer only with yes
ma’am or no ma’am.”

Candy has flipped completely
out, he thought. “Candy... what are you doing? What’s going on
here?”

There was another slap across
his face, stinging like fire. “Stan, do you speak English?”

He gulped, fearing another
slap.

“
Answer
me.”

“
Yes ma’am,” he
said meekly, the tone of his own voice unfamiliar to
him.

“
Good. Then if
you speak and understand English you can follow simple directions,
yes?”

“
Yes ma’am,” he
answered and was pleased when she smiled in return.

“
Good,” she
replied as she began to stroke his cock again. “This can go two
ways. You can be a good boy and be rewarded or you can be a bad boy
and be punished. I personally prefer to punish you, but I’ll let
the decision rest with you.”

“
I’ll be a good
boy, I promise,” he moaned, the erection building again. How did
she do that with her fingers, he wondered. The pleasure was
instantly replaced by pain as she squeezed his cock again and then,
once more, thumped the head of his dick.

“
I told you to
speak when you’re spoken to,” she ordered. “Do you understand that
one, simple rule?”

“
Yes
ma’am.”

“
Okay,” she
said as she stood and walked to the duffel bag she’d left in the
chair. She turned and faced him, unbuttoning the front of her
blouse, slowly, methodically, letting it finally fall away to show
her large breast in their full glory. They way they dipped down,
sagging a bit, seemed all together natural to him and so completely
like the assembly line boob jobs he was used to. Her skin was pail
and very soft, her nipples large and engorged. He wanted to bury
his face in there and smell her. She let her pants fall next,
exposing her rotund belly and he was quite pleased to see that she
was not only not wearing panties, but that there was not a ounce of
pubic hair on her large, puffy pussy. She stood before him,
imperfect and not what society said should be attractive in the
least, and he couldn’t help himself. He wanted her
badly.

He remained quiet as she opened
the duffel bag and began removing objects. First were thigh high
red leather boots that she casually set neatly on the floor beside
her. She then pulled out a red leather miniskirt that Stan imagined
was a couple of sizes too small. Next came the bra, also red,
supple leather, followed by an assortment of whips, hand cuffs, and
other scary looking devices.

She looked up at him, naked in
the chair, and grinned sheepishly, “I can see you like this.”

He was slightly embarrassed that
he had no control over the throbbing erection that was a window
into his sole. He was excited. Seeing her form, honest and naked
and with out the pretense of clothing or any of the other trappings
of what modern society thought was beautiful, was exhilarating. She
wasn’t what his friends would have thought of as perfect, but she
was, in ever sense of the word.

“
You want me to
put these clothes on, don’t you? And come over there to you, maybe
take that thick cock in my mouth and swirl it around for a little
bit? I bet you’d like to bend me over this chair, right now, and
fuck me raw, wouldn’t you?” Her voice was soft and sultry, yet
another tone he’d never heard from his personal assistant before.
She was exactly right. Seeing her like that, with her breast
sagging and the large nipples pointing at the ground, the unbridled
flab around her mid-section, the gloriously large ass... all he
wanted at that particular moment was to have her under him,
slamming into her, and making her scream.

“
Yes, god damn
it,” he swore. “Fuck me.”

Her tone changed and not in a
good way, “No, I don’t think so. And you didn’t remember the one,
simple rule, did you?”

Stan gulped and watched
nervously as she began slipping into her dominatrix uniform. She
first turned her back to him and bent over, her legs apart enough
just enough for him to see her red haired snatch in all it’s glory.
She eased the miniskirt up over her thick calves and then stood and
brought it up over her large ass. Candy smiled at him over her
shoulder and winked. He wasn’t sure if he was in for pleasure or
pain, at that point, but didn’t care. This was the most fun he’d
had with a woman in as long as he could remember. She then took the
leather bra and fastened it under her tits.The bra pushed her tits
up in a way that made them look as if they could float on their
own. Stan wanted to bury his head in them, to wrap the gigantic
beasts around his head and scream. How did I ever miss them being
that big before, he wondered. Candy took her left boot and slipped
her leg into it, carefully pulling the zipper all the way up her
leg. She repeated the process with her right boot and then finally
stood, her transformation complete.

“
Are you
ready?”

“
Yes ma’am,”
Stan gulped.

Candy reached back into her bag
and came out with a long piece of red velvet rope and a small cat o
nine tails.

“
I’d ask you
what your safe word is, but honestly Stan, I just don’t care. I
want to hurt you. I want to make you scream for all the stupid
little girls you’ve brought in here and abused. I want to hurt you
for that girl you just fucked in the ass and threw away like
garbage.”

Stan gulped again. Pain it was
going to be.

C
andy walked to the bed and stooped
by his groin, taking his cock in her hand once more and stroking.
It was harder than anytime in recent memory despite the booze and
cocaine. Once she was satisfied with it’s strength she pulled his
balls up and gently looped the red rope beneath them. She then
pulled the loop tight around the top of his cock and cinched his
balls up against it. She then continued to loop the rope around,
covering his cock in rope. She stopped when all that was left was
the head of his dick, a thick purple bulging mushroom above the red
rope condom.

She grinned at him and leaned
over and licked the tip in slow, deliberate circles. He stared at
her in disbelief and wanted to scream out. The blood forced into
the head of his cock by the rope made it the strongest sensation
he’d ever experienced. He wanted to come, right then and there, but
couldn’t because of the bind his balls were in.

“
I like having
this done to my tits, Stan. Maybe one day, if you’re a good boy,
I’ll let you.”

Stan couldn’t wait for that day
and decided that he’d do whatever it took to get her to let him do
that to her.

“
But when
you’re bad,” she began but didn’t finish. Instead she took the whip
with the little leather strands and plastic spikes and swiped it
across his groin quickly and violently. He screamed out despite
himself. The pain in the head of his dick was quick and
agonizing.

She laughed and he thought that
she would stop. Instead she did it again and again, swiping at his
dick from the left and then from the right, over and over again.
Tears formed in his eyes, not so much from the pain but from the
knowledge that he’d displeased this woman.

“
Please,” he
begged through clinched teeth, “please stop.”

His voice seemed to infuriate
her, “did I give you permission to speak, slave?” The speed of her
attacks increased, and each swipe against the head of his dick made
him arch his back in pain and scream out. The erection was still
strong, the strongest he’d ever had, and he wished like hell that
it would go away.

When she finally finished they
were both breathless. The head of his dick throbbed and she bent to
it, taking the rope covered base in her hands. “Oh your poor baby,”
she said, her tone changing from an instant. “I’ve hurt you.”

She licked the head once more,
first taking it in slow, deliberate circles. Stan sank back into
his pillow, the line between pleasure and pain blurring. She took
the whole head in her mouth, pulling at it hard, and once more had
he been in a position to come he would of. He had a sudden vision
of holding her head in his hands and pushing his cock into her
mouth until she chocked on it, filling her mouth with cum. Yes, he
thought, I want her to gag on me.

“
Nope,” she
said quickly, stopping. “You don’t get to come until I tell you
that you can.”

The fantasy was dashed but
replaced by hope. She might let him come, he wondered? That would
be awesome. He wanted to come in her, or better yet, on her face.
Yup, he thought, that would be absolutely perfect.

She went back to her bag and he
watched intently, wondering what devices she’d come back with next.
His dick was throbbing, both from the rope and her beating of it.
When she turned back to him holding a pair of spring loaded clamps
she was grinning widely.

“
I hear you
like to bite girls. Is that right?”

Stan wasn’t sure how to answer.
He did like to bite girls. Just like fucking one in the ass he
liked how they grimaced and pretended to like it. But what to tell
Candy? “Yes,” he gulped. “I do.”

“
That’s okay,
Stan. I like to bite too. Some times I even like to be
bitten.”

She knelt over his chest, her
massive breasts brushing against his stomach, and leaned in to his
right nipple. She licked it slowly at first, bringing it to full
attention, and then nibbled on it lightly. He gasped, expecting her
to bite down hard, and prepared himself for it. He was surprised
when she didn’t and opened his eyes, staring down his chest at her.
She switched back and forth between his nipples, looking back up at
him. It was one of the most erotic things he’d ever experienced. He
started to think that maybe she wouldn’t bite him, that she
wouldn’t hurt him any more. He lulled himself into a gentle rhythm,
laying his head back and and again imagined what it would be like
to fuck the big woman.

“
You like?” she
asked around her lusciously long tongue. He could just imagine it
licking up the base of his cock.

He forgot himself once more,
forgot the rules. “Fuck yes.”

She bit down hard enough to draw
blood and, as he yelped out in pain, pulled back. She wiped the
small bit of blood from her cheek and smiled. “You didn’t say yes
ma’am, Stan. You are a naughty, naughty little boy.”

Candy gingerly placed one of the
clamps on his right nipple and it bit in hard. He yelped again but
she wasted no time placing the left one. The clamps hurt, badly,
but some how felt good at the same time. He was in a triangle of
pain and pleasure.

“
Do see how
quickly and simply pleasure can go to pain? And do you see how
pleasure can be the same things?”

“
Yes, ma’am,”
Stan gulped.

Stan didn’t see her take the
dildo from the bag and was surprised to see it in her hands. He
sighed in relief when she wrapped her lips around it, pantomiming
what she could do to him. It was shocking at just how far she could
take thing in her mouth. She worked it several times and, for a
moment, he thought he could come just watching the big girl work
the dildo orally.

“
You think it’s
lubed yet?” she asked innocently and, before he could answer or
react, she had it darting between his legs, forcing it into his
ass. It didn’t matter how hard he clenched his cheeks. Candy was
stronger. The dildo popped in with surprising ease and he screamed
out as she began working it back and forth.