Turned Out! (BBW Erotic Romance) (2 page)

Lorna shrugged.  “My parents left me the house when they moved back to Grenada.  I’ve spent quite a bit on it over the last eighteen months and finally it’s coming together.  I just need my snooker table now and I’m done.”

Snooker table?  Bryce would give a lung to have one he could play on whenever he wanted.

“What do you do for a living?”  He asked the question as though he thought she was a jewel thief or a hooker.

“I’m a lawyer at Lovells,” she told him as she headed to the kitchen.  “Have a look around while I put on the chicken breasts.”

Bryce stood in shock where she’d left him.  Working for the sixth biggest law firm in the UK?  She was living
his
dream.

He had left University College of London clutching his Upper Second degree in Law optimistically, but had soon realized that he had only just started the journey to being a lawyer.  Things had gotten progressively tougher from then onwards.  Last year he had given up in defeat and taken an administrative job with Lambeth Council after he had failed to get a training contract with any of the hundreds of law firms he had applied to.

He heard the hiss as Lorna placed the chicken breasts onto a hot griddle or pan, and instantly the smell of herbs drifted into the room.  Minutes later she came back into the room with a chilled bottle of champagne.

“Don’t worry about getting drunk,” she told him.  “I have a spare bedroom.  Well, I have two, but I’m using one as a gym.”

I admired Bryce for keeping his big mouth shut for once and not asking her how often she used it.  At a glance I would say never, but then he hadn’t been to a gym lately himself and was becoming decidedly podgy.  It would have been the classic pot calling the kettle black.  He took the champagne and popped it with an almighty bang.  It was the expensive stuff and he gave a sigh of appreciation when he took a sip.

“Those breasts should need turning about now.”  Lorna put her champagne flute down and hurried back to the kitchen.

She stayed for a while and then returned with four large nicely-browned breasts on a silver platter and homemade potato salad.  Like me, I know Bryce wondered if she had been expecting company later or if she had planned to eat them all by herself.

She knew how to cook, though.  Bryce had three pieces of the breasts and loaded his plate with potato salad.  She had the other and a forkful of the salad.

And typical Bryce, as soon as he finished eating he wanted sex.  At least this time, mellow from the food and the champagne, he played Mr Loverman.  Or maybe he had gained a new respect for her.

She wasn’t nearly as big as her baggy top had suggested.  Women always got that shit wrong—baggy clothes make big women look bigger but make skinny women look skinnier.  I see it all the time, women trying to disguise or hide their bodies in clothing that make the flaws they want to cover more noticeable.

As soon as he peeled off her bra I knew that Bryce was going to stay the whole night.  She had the kind of nipples that he liked to fall asleep sucking on.  When she went down on her knees in front of him, I was startled and furious when he pulled her back up.  What the fuck was he thinking?  The woman was going to give me some attention and he stopped her?

But to my surprise, he lay back on the bed and let her climb on top of him for a 69—the chicken or the champagne had definitely gone to his head!

Her pouty lips were as soft as her hands and soon she had me deep inside her mouth.  If I could talk I would have asked her to marry me there and then.  I was sorry when Bryce pulled me free and turned her over, until I remembered the tight, slippery warmth that I had occupied embarrassingly briefly earlier.  I vowed to redeem myself this time.

“I’m going to fuck you so hard you’ll see stars,” he warned as he spread her legs wide.

He could confidently say that because he knew that I was primed for and ready for anything.

“God, yes!” Instead of backing down, she spread even wider and wiggled her hips impatiently.  “It’s been so long since I’ve had a man, I need you to fuck my brains out.”

At any other time, her words might have dampened my spirit a tad—the men in London had to be stoned, crazy or gay to let prime pussy like this go to waste—instead her words made me harder.

As soon as Bryce put the condom on me, I slid right into her like a warm knife through butter.

Lorna bit her bottom lip but a stifled moan escaped her.

“Damn girl, you fit me like a glove!” Bryce groaned and pulled all the way out to try the fit again.

It felt just as good sliding in the second, third, fourth...hell, who had time to count?...time.  Her pussy was like warm silk.  Except silk isn’t greedy.  Silk doesn’t grab on and hug you like a long-lost relative.  Silk doesn’t feel like it’s eating you, or make sexy sounds to let you know how much it’s enjoying swallowing you whole.

I felt the cum gather and readied myself to shoot it so far up in her womb it would take a week or two to travel back down.

“Let me loosen you a bit, babe.”

I groaned as Bryce pulled out, moved slightly to the side and replaced me with two fingers.

I was stunned for a minute.  Why the hell was my man being so considerate?  He usually doesn’t care if he has to tear up a pussy.

What the fuck?

“Give me a nipple,” he commanded as he squeezed another finger inside her.

Ah! 
The penny finally dropped.  This wasn’t Bryce being considerate about her.  It was all about Bryce being considerate about Bryce.  He had sensed that I was going to embarrass him with another quick ‘draw, aim and fire’, and had taken matters into his own hands.

Lorna gave the nipple of her right breast a quick tug to harden the big juicy morsel further, cupped its weight and offered it to him like ambrosia to the gods.

Bryce sucked it into his mouth like he was starving.

“Oh, Bryce,” she moaned and started to move her hips in a frenzy.

She came fast and hard.  Poor woman had been on the boil since he had taken his satisfaction earlier and then pulled out and left her hanging.

Knowing that he could now come when he wanted and with no disgrace, Bryce quickly climbed back on top of her.

Her pussy was slippery with her juices but I had to fight past her contracting muscles.  Bryce hooked his toes under the footboard and gained the upper hand in the fight.

It was over in less than no time.

“O fuck!” my man Bryce groaned as I made good on the promise to aim for the back of her womb.

He collapsed his full weight onto Lorna like she was a down-filled mattress and lay there without a thought for her comfort.

A skinny woman would have complained that he was squashing her and pushed his ass off.  Instead Lorna cradled his head closer to her breasts and whispered, “Thank you.”

I don’t think she was thanking him for his performance or the fact that he’d made her come.  I sensed that she was grateful to have someone to wrap her arms around.

Bryce was too busy sleeping to respond.

***

T
he smell of coffee wafted through the room what seemed like only a few hours later.

“Good morning, sleepyhead.”

Bryce opened his eyes as Lorna placed a tray with a steaming mug, toast, sausages, bacon and eggs onto the bedside table.

“Good morning,” he mumbled in return as he rubbed his eyes and sat up in the bed.

“I’ve put out a new toothbrush and a clean robe in the bathroom for you,” Lorna informed him as he pushed the duvet aside and swung himself off the bed.  “Don’t be too long or your breakfast will get cold.”

“I won’t be a minute,” he promised, making no attempt to hide his huge morning boner as he made his way to the en suite.

He had every right to be proud of me.  I was in full glory and if I didn’t know that he liked his belly more than anything else in the world, I would have had him bend her over the bed.

He was as good as his word, just having a pee and quickly brushing his teeth before returning to the room.  He left the neatly folded, fluffy white bathrobe where she’d placed.  My man’s not stupid—he had seen the way her eyes had devoured me when he had thrown the covers back.

“Get back into bed,” Lorna instructed and placed the tray, which was now on a convenient little table, over his lap.  “I’ll grab a shower while you eat.”

She was wearing a robe that looked similar to the one Bryce had ignored, but in pink.  Her behind bounced as she walked away and as Bryce picked up his fork and attacked his meal, I envisioned attacking her from the back while she pushed that glorious ass right back at me.

Noticing that Lorna had also placed a remote control on the tray, Bryce picked it and aimed it at the large TV on the wall which he hadn’t noticed before.

He was deep into a replay of a football match when she came back into the room smelling so good I wanted to eat her.

He didn’t take his eyes off the screen as she towelled herself dry, applied lotion to her skin and pulled a strapless dress over her head.  He didn’t notice that the dress had a wide skirt nor did he notice that she hadn’t put on any underwear.  He didn’t notice that she had dressed for easy-access fucking...but
I
did.

“I’m going down to prepare the ingredients for lunch.”  Lorna reached over and took the table off him.

“Thanks.”  Finally remembering his manners, Bryce turned and smiled up at her.  “It was good.”

“You’re welcome.”

She smiled back and it brought out deep dimples in her cheeks.

How had l missed them before?

I fucking love dimples...in the cheeks or on the butt...love them.

“Don’t be too long.”  Bryce used the same words she’d used earlier.

He’d obviously noticed them, too.

“I won’t,” she promised and walked to the door, the tray with the now completely empty utensils in her hand.

As soon as the door closed behind her, Bryce jumped up and headed for the shower.  I knew without asking that he was getting ready to pounce on her as soon as she returned.

He and I share some commonalties.  Dimples on a woman are our weakness, but he isn’t connoisseur enough to appreciate them anywhere else on a woman.  Foolish man.

By the time Lorna returned, he was propped up in the bed, still watching the match he’d watched the day before but dressed in the bathrobe, freshly showered and shaved.

Not being in the discomfort...sorry, comfort of his own home, he hadn’t initially planned to shave—preferring to give her beard burn than risk getting razor bumps himself.  He had learned through trial and error what worked for him.  Seeing the top of the range Wilkinson Sword disposable and the L’Oreal Paris Men Expert products she had laid out had changed his mind.

Cynic that he was, Bryce had stopped for a moment to try and recall if he’d felt stubble or seen any trace of a five o’clock shadow on her face.  She could have bought the products for herself.  No, he’d decided with an inner sigh of relief after a minute’s contemplation—her chin was as smooth as her bottom.

She was just a woman who
knew
how to treat a man right.  Even the toothbrush he’d used wasn’t one of those cheap ‘dozen for £1’ varieties but a battery-operated Oral B.  He doubted that it was one she had bought for herself.  It was a manly blue; both her electric and manual toothbrushes were pink.

There was no doubt about it, the items were bought with a man in mind—unlike her living room, her bedroom was ultra feminine.  Everything pointed to the fact that she was the ultimate in preparedness.

“Come here,” Bryce commanded.  The words came out more like a caress than the order I’m sure he’d intended.

She was already getting under his skin and the idiot didn’t even know it.

She smiled and slowly sauntered closer, her breasts, the swell of her belly and her thighs jiggling.

Throbbing with anticipation, I watched her come and realized with a shock that she wasn’t the sad, can’t-get-a-man-to-fuck-me victim I’d thought she was.  Her body was all compliance, but there was a glow of dominance in her eyes.

She was an undercover player.

She would play Bryce’s game until she had him right where she wanted him—like a dealer giving free cocaine to a user to get him hooked.

“I was tired last night,” Bryce warned as he pulled her onto the bed.  “That’s the only reason your brains are still in your head and not splattered all over the walls.”

“I can’t believe I said that!”  Lorna laughed, filling the air with the sexy, throaty sound that seemed to come effortlessly from the recesses of bigger women.

“I’m glad you did.”  Bryce kissed her long and deep.  “I like to know where I am with women.”

“And I like to know where I am with men.”

“Do you have a medium-sized dildo?”

“You want to know that because...?” Lorna pulled herself slightly away and looked at him with a raised eyebrow.

“I don’t want you getting too sore, too fast.”

Eh?  Since when does he give a fuck?

He pulled her closer and whispered in her ear, “I’m going to be in and out of your pussy for the rest of the day.”

Ah!
  I saw past Bryce’s attempt at being solicitous.  He needed some backup—her tight pussy had already made a fool of us twice—we needed reinforcement.

“I have just the thing.”  Lorna gave another of her sexy laughs, leaned over and reached into the bottom drawer of her bedside cabinet.

The toy she pulled from a protective sheath was about half an inch shorter than me but much slimmer.  It was made of clear, polished glass and a good replica of a cock.

“Perfect.”  Bryce took it from her and laid it on the bed.  Then he rolled, taking her with him, and reversed their positions.  “Let’s get down to business.”

As he pulled the soft top of the dress downwards to free her breasts, Lorna pushed the robe off his shoulders and ran her hands over his back.  As he cupped her breasts in his hands and started to nibble on one and then the other, she reached between them and freed me from the folds of the cotton prison that had trapped me but not prevented me from standing proudly erect.

Her hand closed over me and stroked slowly up and down, firmly but not insistently, as though she instinctively knew that though I craved some attention, coming was not the object.