The Billionaire's Curvy Submissive (BBW Billionaire Erotica Novel) (15 page)

Savannah straddled Claire’s beautifully
rounded body and off came the dress, bra and panties. She was fully
naked over her best friend. Slowly she lowered herself until the
modest hills of her chest kissed Claire’s mountainous tits. The
girls groaned together and Savannah could no longer resist the
temptation of Claire’s breasts. Her agile tongue found Claire’s
excited erect nipple and sucked it hungrily into her tiny mouth.
Claire arched her back, amazed by the pleasure her petite friend
was capable of bestowing upon her.

Savannah sucked and nibbled, first one nipple
then the other sending Claire’s eyes rolling in ecstasy. She
glanced toward her husband who had become transfixed by the sight.
His engrossment gave her the permission she needed. Claire’s hands
cupped Savannah’s small breasts, her thumbs caressing the little
hard nipples. Savannah moaned and let her lips travel from Claire’s
breasts.

The smaller girl’s lips and tongue journeyed
down the peaks and valleys of Claire’s curvaceous body. Sliding
down the length of the bed Savannah plied Claire’s firm inner
thighs with kisses. She looked up at Claire, then at Parker and
smiled devilishly. With that she lowered her tongue to the folds of
Claire’s pussy.

It wasn’t until that instant that Claire
realized how wet she had become with her friend’s caresses, and
desperately wanted Savannah’s to drive her tongue inside her. She
licked at the lips of Claire’s pussy and finally nudged her
waiting, aching clit. A surge of pleasure raced through Claire’s
spine at the touch. Savannah rubbed Claire’s clit with her tongue,
quickly and urgently allowing her fingers to find their way inside
that glorious pussy. The gifted penetration and adoration Savannah
was heaping on her was almost too much to bear. She felt that she
was going to cum at any moment. Savannah drove her fingers deeper
into Claire’s pussy and raised her head for a moment.

Over her moans, Savannah urged “Come on
Claire, pull yourself up and take that dick inside you. You know
how fucking hard he is watching me get you off; he wants to finish
the job. Go.”

With that she rolled Claire toward Parker,
scrambling on the silky sheets she moved toward her bound and
gagged husband. The desperation in his eyes was enough to rip her
in two. She tore the pants away from him and cried out with the
delight seeing his rock-hard dick. She threw her legs over him and
lowered her wet pussy onto it. Parker’s head fell back against the
post as Claire pulled him deeper inside of her.

Lowering her mouth to his Claire caught the
gag in her mouth and pulled it from her husband’s. He gasped
mightily and took her nipple in his mouth, sucking it until it
pained her. The welcome stab of pain amid the pleasure sent Claire
right to the edge of orgasm, and she shouted her ecstasy to the
cavernous room.

Claire looked down at her happily dominated
husband and smiled. She wrapped her hands around his throat and
applied just the right amount of pressure. He looked up at her,
enthralled and she could feel his tempo increase. He pummeled his
cock into her pussy, bouncing her on his lap until she was afraid
he might knock her off. His eyes closed in rapture just as his cock
locked into the deepest recess of Claire’s body. They came together
epically, his cum shot into her with the force of a fire hose as
she bucked against him grateful for every drop. She was dizzy with
the thrill of it, and nearly wept at the sweet sensation of
realizing she could take him inside her forever.

Spent, Parker rested his head upon Claire’s
shoulder with his dick still firmly inside her. Claire smiled and
looked around the room for the instigator herself. She was startled
to see that Savannah was nowhere to be found. Craning her neck she
saw her own cell phone placed neatly upon the sheets. On it was a
text message from Savannah, reading:

Thanks again you two. Have a killer
honeymoon. Love S.

Claire laughed laying her hands upon her
husband’s face. The only word for his expression was shell shocked.
“You ok there?” Claire asked.

Parker shook his head in wonder. “I’ve worked
with a lot of expensive babysitters, but that was something
else.”

“But baby.” Claire said gleefully. “We’ve got
our honeymoon back.”

“Damn right we have, as long as you promise
that I shouldn’t be worried about you and Savannah.”

“Don’t be silly she was just helping a
friend. Now let’s get you out of these ropes, we’ve still got to
pack.”

* * * * *

Chapter 8

* * * * *

“Can I open them now?”

“Not yet. Just a little bit...”

“OW!”

“Sorry! Sorry Claire didn’t see that
curb.”

“Parker can you please let me see where we’re
going?”

Claire fumbled through the hotel lobby and
out into the crisp morning with Parker’s hands clamped firmly over
her eyes. Finally, after a dramatic conclusion to their wedding
night she and Parker were setting off, on their cross country
honeymoon. Claire was so touched Parker had listened to her ideal
vacation scenario that she didn’t mind he had planned the whole
thing without her. Sure, she would have liked to be part of the
fun, but Parker usually needed full control of a given situation.
Actually when he decides he’s in control it’s complete,
particularly in the bedroom, but it wasn’t a trait Claire minded
one bit.

“Just a little further...” Parker said
guiding her along. “And... Open.”

She ripped Parker’s hands away to blink and
gasp; towering before them was a gigantic state-of-the-art RV, a
cross between a tour bus and a tank. Claire’s jaw fell about three
inches, she’d never seen anything like it. It was as if someone had
dropped her off in front of Air Force One when she’d been expecting
a puddle-jumper, she was utterly blown away.

“What do you think?” He asked with little boy
excitement. “Isn’t it cool?”

“Cool? It’s... it’s unbelievable. What...
what is it?”

“It’s our home for the next month.” He
replied excited by her amazement. “There are only three on the
market, and the other two belong to some Hollywood mogul who plays
chicken with them on his ranch. I snatched this one up just in
time. I think you’re going to love it.”

“I’m sure...” Claire said. She couldn’t
always wrap her head around the bizarre things that life seemed to
be throwing her way. A mere six months ago she could never have
imagined she’d be setting off on a wild adventure with an
incredibly rich well-endowed man, who happened to be the love of
her life. She grabbed onto her husband’s arm, infected with his
excitement.

“Want to see the inside?”

“Obviously!” Claire squealed bouncing on her
heels. Parker took her hand and led the way. The vessel was black
with chrome accents, and the name on the side read Brooklyn Baby.
Claire rolled her eyes at the obvious allusion to her station
before meeting Parker that fated day on the subway train. The
vehicle was as tall as an eighteen-wheeler, and almost as long. She
couldn’t help thinking that her entire apartment in New York City
could fit comfortably inside and then some.

“Here we go.” He said punching in the key
code, the door hissed open to admit its passengers. Parker offered
Claire his arm and helped her up the steep staircase into the
cockpit; she was knocked speechless by what she saw. The bus looked
like a luxury jet; swiveling captain chairs, plush leather seats, a
fully set-up kitchen and sunken living room. Everything she could
have imagined and more was right there in front of her. Seeing a
full-sized master bedroom in the back of the bus she raced toward
it for a closer look, smiling at the stocked bar on the way, Claire
discovered the bedroom was set up in the romantic style of old
Hollywood. There was even a little pouf chair and old-fashioned
makeup mirror, like something out of a Bette Davis film.

The whole set up was incredibly glamorous,
much more like something out a 1950’s spy flick than futuristic.
Claire appreciated the fact that there weren’t any high-tech
gadgets in the way, thinking such things had no place on a road
trip. Instead of decking the bus out like a spaceship it looked
like Parker had hired the set dressers from Mad Men to transform
the vehicle completely. Claire adored the old glamour and her mind
leapt to the weeks ahead, the Grand Canyon sipping Manhattans and
chain smoking with her Cary Grant. She didn’t smoke, but the
atmosphere made her feel like yet another version of herself.

She wondered if life with Parker would always
be this unpredictable. In such a short time she’d gone from
indebted hipster Brooklynite ,to saucy mistress, to blushing bride
and now trailer sex kitten/Grace Kelly wannabe. The strange thing
was that instead of becoming overwhelmed by her ever-changing
circumstances, and getting lost in the shuffle, Claire felt more
connected to herself than ever. She felt even in the quickly
shifting landscape of life with Parker, her role as a woman of the
world was easier to understand now. Parker was showing her so many
new sides of herself, and in the process allowing her to understand
who she was.

“Do you like it?” He asked leaning against
the plush swivel chair. Claire turned to look at him and giggled,
on his head sat a jauntily placed captain’s hat.

“I love it, and you look ridiculous.” Claire
laughed rushing to him.

“I thought it fit the decor” Parker smiled.
“It’s not too much?”

“Too much? It’s fantastic where did you get
the idea?”

“Well,” Parker said snaking his arm around
her waist. “I’ve always had a thing for what I believe are called
the ‘old days’. I’m sure that there were complications to consider
back then, things to be concerned about. Maybe it’s naive to think
everything may have been easier, but part of me wishes I had been
born into the generation of martini lunches and chain-smoking
secretaries. The sixties, I showed up too late to enjoy any of this
as an adult. I got to be a teenager in the eighties, not exactly
comparable.”

“I know what you mean, but you do realize
that if you had been born into that generation, you’d be more than
old enough to be my father?” She asked.

“It wouldn’t be that much of a difference.”
Parker winked.

“Ugggh.” Claire shuddered. “It would for me,
now we’re just a little... unconventional, but tack ten years onto
you, and... gross.”

“You mean you wouldn’t be interested if I
were an older, older man?” Parker asked affecting his idea of a
Humphrey Bogart voice.

She giggled and shook her head. Parker
grabbed her well-padded waist and pulled her into the captain’s
chair. Spinning merrily his hands worked their way under Claire’s
cotton tee cupping her voluptuous breasts. Claire pretended to be
offended by wiggling to get free of his grasp.

“Parker! We’re still in the parking lot; what
will people think?”

“To hell with people.” Parker growled like an
old time movie star. “I’m all hot and bothered little lady, I need
a piece of that sweet body of yours, and I need it now.”

He launched himself after her and tugged her
off her feet. Claire wasn’t a small girl by any means, but even her
sturdy body was no match for Parker. In the blink of an eye she was
pinned on the shag carpet of the bus’s living room. Claire laughed
at the little antiquated detail; it reminded her of her
grandfather’s den. She dug her fingers into the carpet as Parker
slid his hands back around her breasts. The oldness of the decor
made her feel even younger under his hands, and the thrill of it
made her awfully horny for so early in the day.

“We’re going to get in trouble.” Claire
whispered theatrically. She sucked in her breath as Parker gave her
breasts a firm squeeze, the feel of his rough hands made her begin
to melt. He ran his thumbs over her tender nipples and kissed her
throat lightly. The doubled sensations in such delicate places sent
a shiver running down Claire’s spine, and she wiggled under her
husband writhing in pleasure.

Parker pushed the cottons shirt over the
mounds of breast and she unclipped the clasp of her simple bra
letting it fall away. As ever Parker paused to luxuriate in the
sight of his wife’s breasts. Those twin peaks were like Kryptonite
to him, they overpowered his thoughts. Parker lowered his mouth to
take Claire’s nipple into his mouth sucking loudly at the sensitive
disk. Claire gasped as he bit down lightly and dug her hands into
his hair. Egged on, he bit first at one, then the other nipple
digging his fingers into her sides, back and ass.

“Take me right here.” She gasped bringing her
arms forward to create a beautiful pillow of tits, for her husband
to bury his face in. Parker groaned at her straight talk and gladly
accepted her gorgeous offering.

“You want me to do you on the floor?” He
asked roughly. “You want me to fuck you right here in the parking
lot like a dirty whore I picked up on the street?”

Claire bit her lip shooting Parker her best
‘come hither’ look; he didn’t need any more convincing. Before she
could utter another word he had her pins hard at the shoulders.
Straddling her he teased her rubbing his swollen bulge between her
legs. She moaned as the huge body of his dick grazed her pussy just
out of reach. She wanted more than anything to take him into her
mouth right then, but she figured that he had other ideas for
her.

He abruptly stood and stared down at Claire.
She scrambled to follow him, but he laid a wing-tipped foot on her
bare chest guiding her back down to the carpet.

“Did I say that you could get up?” He said
quietly.

Claire slowly shook her head dazzled by the
low authoritative note ringing through his voice. Parker stepped
back observing the girl lying on the floor before him. With shirt
and bra cast aside she was left wearing only tight short jeans
cutoffs, plastic sunglasses balanced above ash blonde bangs, and a
pair of dirty white sneakers. She looked very much like a well
developed Lolita, and all talk of age differences had Parker
feeling a bit lecherous.