The Billionaire's BBW Secret (9 page)

Denny gasped as she felt a sudden,
strong push on her rump and she fell forward onto the bed.  Bran was hurriedly
stripping his own clothing away; Denny could hear the rustling of fabric and
the harsh snick of a zipper being pulled down.  She glanced back at him, and
saw that he was once again nude.  Gloriously nude.  Her heart gave a flutter
and she felt a strong throb course through her body.  That man wanted her.

He grabbed her expansive,
creamy-skinned ass again and hooked his fingers under her underwear, giving the
panties a harsh tug.  Denny spread her legs as he pulled, willing the somewhat
constricting garment to be pulled down and it was, fully exposing her flesh
now.

Bran gave another guttural groan
and pressed himself up against her.  His rock hard cock slid smoothly between
her ass cheeks.  “On the bed,” he commanded, and Denny obeyed, clambering onto
the low mattress, her body jiggling and swaying.  She heard the quick snap of
rubber – a condom.

He mounted the bed, and then
mounted her, his arms wrapping around her thick waist and fondling her still
contained breasts.  They were so massive, they threatened to burst right out
the corset, but somehow the lingerie kept them contained.

His dick pressed against her ass, then
he slid it lower.  That hot, hard pole grazed against her thighs, then more
than grazed as he forced his way between her legs.  He drew his hands back,
parting the generous flesh there and easily finding her eager cunt, and then
adjusted his body, letting his fat head slide between the slick folds.

“Oh yes,” he groaned.  Denny could
feel him shiver and tense above it; he was using all his restraint to keep from
thrusting inside her right then and there.  He wanted to keep teasing both of
them for as long as possible.

Grabbing the shaft of his cock in
his hand, he slid his head up and down the entire length of her pussy, pressing
down on her clit whenever he made his way upwards.  It was Denny's turn to
shiver as she felt that familiar, lovely mounting pleasure rise within her. 
Bran was so good.  He was great.

But he couldn't tease forever.  Finally,
he gripped that cock of his and guided it downwards, towards her sweet, slick
hole.  Slowly he pushed, and he grunted, while Denny gave a slight whimper.  He
was so big, and she was so tight.

With a lewd pop, the head of his
cock pushed its way inside her.  Denny jolted forward, but Bran snaked out a
hand and grabbed her big ass, holding her fast.  “Don't move,” he hissed, and
then inch by inch he sunk the rest of that long pole inside her, until she was
impaled by him to the very hilt.

Denny whimpered and squirmed
against the bed, despite his command.  He was so big, so huge; he was spreading
her to her very limits.  As she squirmed, he smacked her generous ass, causing
the flesh to ripple and jiggle.  “I said, don't move!” he said more sharply.

The pain was like a drug
infiltrating Denny's mind.  The sharp sensation was overwhelmingly erotic to
her.  She gathered her wits about her enough to behave for him now, remaining
as still as she could, even with the pleasurable feeling of his dick filling her
up utterly and completely.

Slowly now, he began to thrust,
first drawing his dick all the way out, then slamming it back inside her.  That
feeling was exquisite – the feeling of being emptied and filled again and
again.  His cock invaded her over and over, and she clenched her cunt around
it, around him.  Her entire body was tense with longing.

Bran groaned at the sensation of
her cunt clenching around his huge cock, and that only spurred him into faster,
stronger thrusting.  Again and again he pounded down on her ass.  He was going
faster and faster now.  Soon, nothing would be able to stop him from receiving
his pleasure.

It happened more quickly than Denny
thought it would.  One moment he was pounding fast and hard, and the next, he
was screaming, his hands crabbing against her ass, taking up handfuls of flesh
as his pounding became more erratic.  “I'm going to come,” he shouted.  “I'm
going to come!”

With a roar, he emptied himself
inside her, shooting out spurt after spurt of milky come from the tip of his
twitching dick.  Denny buried her face in the sheets, her own hot breath
washing over her face as she basked in the throes of Bran's climax.  She loved
this.  She loved knowing she could make him come.

For many long moments, he hovered
over her, panting and gripping her ass tightly.  “Sorry,” he finally said.

“For what?” Denny laughed, still
breathing into the umber sheets.  “That was fantastic.”

“I wanted to last longer,” he said
in an almost sheepish tone.  “But you are just too goddamned sexy for you own
good.”

She laughed again, but that
laughter was tinted with a touch of surprise.  There was a part of her that was
still shocked that she could evoke such a reaction from a man.  She never would
have thought it was possible with this body of hers.

But Bran was here, above her, still
inside her, undeniable proof that she did have that power.  It felt good.

“Well,” he said.  “Shower?”

Denny nodded, and they made their
way into another naughty shower session.

*****

So the weeks melted by, with Denny
serving Bran in an official capacity during the week, and them serving each
other in a more intimate capacity after hours.  It was like a blissful dream to
her, though it wasn't without its hiccups.  Bran still treated her poorly in
front of the other women, for one.  But she at least knew why now.

Though she knew it was coming, she
still felt her heart stop for just a moment when her first pay check was
deposited into her bank account.  It was an insane, ridiculous amount of money,
more than she'd ever been paid for any job.

Not that she hadn't earned it. 
Bran ran her ragged, in more ways than one.

As much as she wanted to go out and
splurge the money, she knew she should be responsible, so the first thing she
did was pay down her credit card.  There was still a balance on it, but not
having such a large debt hanging over her head felt a relief.  After that, she
wrote out a check to her landlord.  She was behind on rent, but she'd promised
him that she would have to money to him within a week, and she was the kind of
woman who kept her word.

There was hardly anything leftover
after those two items, but it didn't matter.  Denny was finally going to be
able to dig herself out of this little financial mess she'd created.

Things were finally looking up.

*****

Of course, just when things were
going well was the time for life to throw a monkey wrench in the gears. 
Denny's monkey wrench came to her in the form of a collapsed ceiling in her
apartment.

It was strange.  It was surreal. 
One moment she was shoving her key into the lock on her flimsy door after a
long day of work, and the next she was staring at the utter wreckage of what
used to be her home.

It was a mess.  The entire ceiling
had caved in on her tiny studio apartment.  Apparently the tenants above had a
penchant for fish, but fish tanks were heavy.  So not only was it a mess, it
was a wet, dirty mess.  Dead fish littered the floor.  The stench of a sketchy
seafood restaurant filled her nostrils.

All she could for a long time was
just stand there and blink.  She had no idea what to do.

A scream spurred her into action. 
Apparently the tenant upstairs had just arrived home and found the huge hole in
his own apartment.

“My fish!” he shouted, and she saw
a head appear in the giant gaping hole that used to be her ceiling.

“It fell,” she said lamely,
pointing out the obvious.

“I know that!” the man replied,
glaring at her.  “What did you do?”

“Me?” Denny scoffed.  “I didn't do
anything!  And now all my stuff is ruined!”

“You must have broken the ceiling
somehow,” he said.  “I'm coming down there.”  As he pounded his way out of his
apartment, Denny felt a sudden flare of nervousness.  She certainly had done
anything to break his floor or ceiling but he certainly seemed to think she
had, and he was angry about it.

Thinking fast, she decided to not
wait for him, and made her way down to the landlord.  He lived in the first
floor apartment right by the lobby, and she only hoped that he was there.

She scurried her way down the steps
and then found his dirty, formerly white and now gray door, and knocked.

For a few minutes, she didn't hear
anything, and she nervously waited, hoping that other angry tenant wouldn't
track her down until she at least had a witness.  Her complex wasn't like
Bran's; there was no bored guard standing in this tiny cramped lobby that was
really little more than a foyer.

She hopped from foot to foot, and
contemplated going to the police.

Her head whipped over to the thin
door when she heard a grunt and the pounding of footsteps.  The landlord! 
She'd never been happier to see his surly, unshaven face.  He was a
stereotypical greasy Italian – not terribly fat, but not exactly thin either,
with thinning black hair that was tied back, and a stained wife beater on. 
Denny was very thankful to see that he was also wearing pants at the moment. 
It was slightly unusual for him.

“Waddaya want?” he grunted.  He
twisted a thick stub of a cigar in his meaty fingers, and a wash of smoke
poured over Denny.  The same smells that permeated the entire complex also
emanated from his room.

“My ceiling collapsed,” she said.

“Aw crap, not again.”  Frankie, she
suddenly remembered when he ducked out of view.  His name was Frankie.

Frankie came back with an ancient
looking flashlight, slapping it in his palm.  After a few hits, it flickered to
life.  “What room ya in again?”

“Five oh seven B,” Denny said. 
“The other tenant above me is around too.”  She didn't admit her fear of the
guy.  In retrospect, it seemed a little childish.

She followed Frankie up the dingy
stairs, the fluorescent lights flickering in a sickening way.  They were both
breathing heavily after five flights of stairs, and Frankie flicked his stub
right on the stained avocado green carpet.

Denny wanted to say something about
that nasty behavior of Frankie's, but more than anything she wanted to get out
of here.  This place wasn't for her.  She'd had never been and would never be
at Bran's level of luxury, but she wasn't like this either.

She needed to find a new place to
live, and soon.

Frankie found her door easily – it
was still open – and poked his flashlight in, surveying the mess.

“Damn,” he said.  “Worsen' last
time.”

“Last time?” Denny said
skeptically.

“Oh yeah.  This ceiling's caved in
a few times.”  He sniffed the air.  “Whatn' the hell?”

“Dead fish,” Denny pointed out, and
he swung his wholly unnecessary flashlight across the floor, giving a little
more illumination to the slick and shiny fish.

“Whelp,” he said.  “This is gonna
take a few days to fix.  Ya got renters insurance?”

“No,” Denny admitted.  “She hadn't
been able to afford it at the time, and now it was too late.  All of her meager
belongings were destroyed.  It was hard to believe, but she was even worse off
than before.  Now she had nothing, just a credit card with a slightly lower
balance.

She fought through her
despondence.  Of course that wasn't true.  She still had her job.  She had the
capability to make this all back and more.

Frankie laughed a deep, coughing
laugh.  “Whelp, you can't stay here, so you better gon' find a hotel room.”

“Are you going to pay for it?”
Denny asked, having a feeling that she already knew the answer.

He laughed again.  It really
sounded more like a cough than a laugh.  “Hell no.  I have no obbelgation to do
that.  Yer on yer own.”

“I thought as much,” she said darkly. 
“What about my things?”

He shrugged.  “Looks like you'll
hafta get new things.”

“Fine.”  With that said, she
whirled and stalked towards the stairs.  She had no intention of coming back
here, lease or no lease.  She was certain she had at least some rights here,
but she didn't know where to start.

She made for the door to the
building, and when the cold winter air hit her full in the face, she felt far
more deflated.  Here she was on a Friday night, with nowhere to go and nothing
but the clothes on her back and what was in her purse.  She sighed.

For one, she probably wouldn't be
able to make her little date with Bran tomorrow evening.  Not with this huge
mess in her hands.

As she made her way for the subway
station, not knowing where else to go, she whipped out her phone and dialed his
private number.  He answered immediately.

“Bran here.”

“Hey, Bran, it's Denny.  Look, I
don't think I'll be able to make it over tomorrow.”

“Why's that?”  He sounded audibly
disappointed.

“I'm having some issues here.  With
my apartment.”  Denny didn't know how much to say.  After all, this was her
problem, not Bran's.

“What sort of issues?”

“Well.  My ceiling collapsed.  I
may be a bit homeless for the next few days.”  There.  She'd gone and said it
all.  But she needed to talk to someone.

“Homeless?” Bran said sharply. 
“Nonsense.  Come over here.”

“Sir-”

“Don't 'sir' me.  I have a surprise
for you anyways.  Something I've been preparing for the last week or so.”

Denny's curiosity, despite her
immediate problems, was piqued.  “A surprise?”

She could almost hear him smiling
over the line.  “Just get over here.”

She didn't speak for a few
moments.  She debated refusing.  She was afraid that the surprise would involve
moving in with him or something equally ridiculous, and that wasn't anything
she was ready for.  Denny enjoyed her freedom, and despite all she'd done with
Bran, she didn't like the idea of moving
quite
that fast.