Worlds of BBW Erotic Romance - Box Set (38 page)

Matt kept thrusting for a good while, fucking more slowly now as he pumped out the last dregs of his seed.

Then, everything became a pleasant blur …

Afterwards, she lay there, sweaty and content. Matt’s weight was still on her, the hard warmness of his male body on hers. He was breathing heavily, the breath hot on her neck as he planted a series of little kisses there.

He took her right hand, and gripped her wrist, HARD.

“
My Alyssin,” he said, gasping out breath. “Own you … your beautiful ass, body and soul … My proudest possession.”

“Yes,” she si
ghed, smiling. “You own me, always.”

She felt, warm, safe, protected … and completely unworried.

This, she realized, was what people called “peace of mind.”

Knowing that she now belonged to Matt gave her that peace.

It was only then that she remembered Jonnie …

Sometime during her climax, she now recalled, she’d thought she’d heard a door slam …
Out in the apartment, maybe the front door?

But it had been just a distant impression, unimportant compared to the pulsing reality of her spasming, squirting pussy and the rhythmic, violent thrusts of Matt’s cock into it.

She craned her neck to look up to the bedroom doorway … And wasn’t surprised to see that Jonnie had gone.

#

It was eight months later ….

They sat on the bed in Matt’s bedroom. He’d take down the action figures on the shelves just above the bed, and they now displayed Alyssin’s
prized Barbie collection … As well as a few soft, pastel stuffed animals intended for the new “roommate” who was coming soon.

Of course, they’d need more space soon … the newcomer would need a proper room of her own. Luckily, Matt had recently been promoted at work, so they planned to find a new apartment in a few months once Alyssin’s big day had come and things settled down a bit.

Alyssin had quit worrying about her belly months ago, and now it swelled out proudly for all to see. As they sat on the bed, Matt pulled up her T-shirt material nightshirt and rubbed her bulging belly affectionately.

She’d finally found a way to make her
boobs bigger, too. That night with Jonnie and Matt back in February had done the trick …

One of the guys
had “done” it, anyway. Months later, as her belly swelled, her boobs had, too, until she could wear an E cup now …

Although she’d be switching to nursing bras ve
ry soon.

They hadn’t heard from Jonnie
since that night, except on Facebook. Alyssin was surprised to find that she didn’t really mind … She still revisited that night in her dreams, and the memory set her on fire, but she didn’t really miss Jonnie. Maybe because the energy between the three of them that night could never be created, and she knew that.

Or maybe she’d realized what she should have learned a long time ago. Guys like Jonnie … and Vinnie, and others she’d been with… were USERS, and it could be FUN to be used
sometimes, especially if the males were confident in their conquests.

But Matt had taken OWNERSHIP of her, responsibility for her …

No one had ever done that before. 

Jonnie hadn’t be
en thrilled that Matt had taken her in, of course.

That cold February night, Matt had explained, Jonnie had been trying to teach him to be
a “hard stud” in more ways than one. The lesson had been intended to be “How to Breed a Bitch”: how to seduce a young woman, turn her into a female beast in heat, breed her and leave her. Matt was certainly NEVER supposed to fall for Alyssin, and Jonnie had been disgusted that his friend had shown such “weakness.”

When
Matt and Alyssin had announced their relationship status on Facebook, Jonnie had posted a picture of a caveman-looking angry guy with the caption ‘SON I AM DISSAPOINT’ underneath.

When they’d announ
ced their pregnancy on Facebook that June, four months in, Jonnie had posted on Matt’s wall again.

This time, it was just a picture of a cartoon wolf, grimacing, with his hand over his face. A “facepalm”—the universal internet symbol that meant you were embarrassed for someone else’s extreme stupidity.  

“Do YOU think you’re being stupid?” Alyssin had asked Matt, point blank.

He’d shaken his head. “NOOO, baby.
Not now. Oh, at first I thought I was being an idiot for going along with Jonnie that night.  I just wanted to go to the diner and get pancakes. The bus station …. I thought he was nuts for taking us there. What were we going to find, some smelly bum?  But instead we found a sexy bum … ahh, butt, I mean.  Yours. And I KEPT it.” He laughed.

“But,” she’d added, “the baby … How can he criticize you when, well … It
could
be his, umm, fault?”

“Jonnie never takes responsibility,” Matt had told her flatly, shrugging.  “But you’re MINE now--and I DO.”

And he truly HAD taken responsibility. She’d asked if he’d want a paternity test, and he said no.

“I’ve always been told I have a babyface,” he’d said. “So the baby’s going to come out looking like me, no matter what!”

That had been four months ago … Now, their new “roommate” … and infant family member … was due within a month. At eight months along, Matt was still infatuated with her and completely attentive.

She felt tired and bloated, sure, and physically some things were out for now … But she still strov
e to take care of her man’s needs.

More often, now, due to the baby in her belly, she would be on top
… and it still felt wonderful. She loved Matt’s energy and the way he bucked and wriggled and twisted his hips to build her pussy pleasure into heights of ecstasy.

For her part, she
was surprised to discover that she had become very orally inclined in the late stages of her pregnancy. She couldn’t get enough of sucking on Matt’s cock … And his sweet, sweet cum was delicious.

“Baby wants protein?” he’d ask her, and she’d laugh.

Now, Matt’s hand moved from her belly down to her tender pussy lips, stroking them, fingers slipping inside to find her very damp. His other hand slid up under her nightshirt to caress one bloated breast.

“You’re leaking,” he said.

He pushed up her nightshirt, and she squeezed her breast slightly, presenting the chunky nipple for him so that he could suckle it and drink the fluid seeping from within her. Not real milk yet, but soon …

And then daddy and baby would both share ownership of her boobs.

Feeling perfectly happy, safe, and content, Alyssin dreamt about her future with her family.

THE END

By Celia Demure

I found her at the slave auction at K
ymeira Square. An acquaintance of mine, the Lesser-Lord Elonis Gal, pulled me along to the place, as he wanted to survey the load of petite blonde Kyssan pleasure-girls that had just arrived. I had business with him, and grudgingly obliged to accompany him out of courtesy.

I watched the small ladies led onto t
he stage, stripped, displayed. Some of them were pretty enough, but I was irritated and tried to push my business with the boorish Gal. He was, alas, more interested in finding a Kyssan girl with a tight bottom he might enjoy reddening with his whip…

Gal had already made several purchase
s when one of the final groups of females was brought to the front.

And then… SHE was there.

I am not sure how she came to be mixed with them. She was of a sturdy build, yet generously curved--as I could see even under the bulky robe she wore. The slave-masters led her onto the stage with two of the petite Kyssans, then pulled the loose robes from all three so that their features might be fully displayed in nakedness. It was a chill morning with a mist of rain, and the two small Kyssan girls shivered… but she stood steady and proud, oblivious to the cold.

And she had reason to be proud. My e
yes grew wide as I admired her body. Shoulders squared and strong, yet arms tapering to hands that were almost dainty. Proud breasts with nipples standing out in the cold like tiny pink fingers. Below them, the curve of her soft, rounded belly … Her hips flared wide, dramatically so, and my gaze was drawn to them and the image of feminine fecundity they seemed to represent, the dark curling hairs between the softly padded thighs…

One of the slave masters turned them
, and I had a good view of her broad back, body tapering towards her waist, then broad again at her full and luscious buttocks. Her long brown hair hung in a braid, down to the small of her flawless back.

When the slave masters turned the females ‘round
again, I saw her face.

Dear
est Goddess!
If my loins had been stirred before, this was the moment my heart jumped.

Those eyes, big, wet, some color I almost coul
dn't name, maybe grey? They were downcast, but just once I saw them turn up, quickly scan the audience, and I imagined they met mine…

They were set under bold
eyebrows and a flawless forehead. A delicate little nose, and a mouth … Ahhhh! The mouth was wide, lips full and pouting, suggesting pride and vulnerability at once. Lips I HAD to kiss. There was no choice.

A slave master held his open-palmed h
and above her head, signal for the bid.

My arm shot skyward and I plac
ed a bid of 20,000 Gessae. Gal looked shocked at my sudden intensity and willingness to spend; the bid was indeed rather high to open. I did not care.

My bid
was not challenged, and in a few moments she was mine, only a few debit papers to sign. While I waited to collect her, a slave master handed me her pedigree, and I read it with hands strangely quivering.

It said she was a Lady from a minor ho
use of the island of Knelle, a nation defeated several years before on the Grand Fleet's Quincentenary voyage of conquest. I recalled that most of the people had been destroyed in earthquakes and a rain of fire which our naval mages brought down …

Still, for a
Lady
, 20,000 might not be so bad a price. She'd formerly been owned by an Outland estate, the name of which was not given. A scrawled note from her former master noted her as fairly obedient, but too withdrawn for his tastes.

He also stated that her response to the
whip was indifferent. For some reason, the idea of those strong shoulders and soft back under the lash coiled my stomach. Of course, there would be no scars, as the slave-masters employed expert healer-mages to polish up their wares and hide evidence of such previous use…

I had almost forgotten about
my “friend” Elonis Gal, until he met me at the holding pens, where I was to collect my new acquisition. He had two tiny little Kyssans on either side of him, being fitted with traveling-chains. One of the yellow-haired girls was red-faced and crying.

"Hush!" he barked. "When I get you hom
e, I'll bend you over and give you good reason for that. Save your cries for when I can relax and enjoy them."

He turned to me, his pudgy face studyin
g me as if I were a mad beggar on the street. "20,000 for a plump Knellian wench? My friend, I do hope you find some
use
for her."

A
slave-master called my name, then opened a side-gate.

There she was,
my newly-bought beauty, clad in her rough robe again. She stepped forward slowly, her head low. Yet there was grace in her step--a strange surety--and she did not hesitate to walk towards me, accepting her fate, her new master.

"Look at me," I commanded.

The face turned up, those wet grey eyes met mine, darted away as if looking at something in the distance, then locked on mine again …

She extended her arms, hands palm up, a
surrendering gesture. Her full lips quivered a moment, then she spoke, a melodious and unmistakably feminine voice, trembling only slightly.

"I am…
ahhh…
yours," she stated, the traditional submissive greeting of slave to a new master.

Her voice was heavily accented, and her cadence was odd, hesitating, as if she had memorized the words phonetically.

"Use me gently if you will,
ahhh
—Master."

I stayed close by her side as she was fitted with travelin
g-chains. The slave-masters told me she would be delivered shortly, as they had a few others to escort to new owners in the high manors first.

I nodded, and
locked eyes with her before heading home, only hoping that they would hurry, wanting to see her again--and touch her--as soon as I was able …

#

When she first arrived at my house, she was skittish and tense, flinched at my touch, turned her head ever so slightly as if to deflect my kiss.

She bore my attentio
ns quietly and obediently, but she did not enjoy them, those grey eyes always wide in some state of mild panic that never left while my touch was upon her.

Something in those trembling eyes touch
ed me, yet I tried to shrug it off. She was, after all, purchased for MY pleasure, to be used as a vessel for MY lust.

Why need I co
ncern myself with her fears or discomfort?

I did not think myself to be an imposing man. I am tall, and keep my body firm and strong through swimming and running, but I am hardly a brute. My greying, close-cropped hair and dark, small eyes give me a somewhat severe appearance, I’ve been told … But numerous females had found those very features enticing in the past.

So
why
did she flinch at my touch? And…
Ye Gods…
Why did I care so much what she did or thought!

I had my servant Azul purchase a pad
ded collar for her neck, and a gilded chain. I myself fitted the collar on her, and secured it with its tiny golden key. As the lock clicked, she closed her eyes … then opened them slowly, those wet orbs open wide, staring at me.

She knew her fate was in my hands now...

Her cell was a small closet off of the hallway close to my bedroom, fitted with silken cushions and a high barred window through which the moon could shine brightly on many nights. I had used it for some rare meditations previously; now, it would be her home.

That night, I visited her cell. As I ra
n my hands over her voluptuous body, enjoying the softness of her skin, my touch wandered up across the exquisite pillow of her slightly curved belly, towards the proud breasts… each the size of a ripened sun-fruit, not too large but a firm handful, enticing and haughty somehow in the way they stood out. The areolae were a deep coral pink, and I remembered how her nipples had stood out in the chill of the auction…

I slid my finger around her right nippl
e, slowly, teasingly, and felt her shudder.

But this was a differen
t kind of shudder, deeper… and perhaps--just perhaps--
not
borne of fear this time.

I felt the nipple
grow taut, extending. I slowly rolled it between two fingers, and she shuddered again, and moaned.

I leaned down and took her left nippl
e into my mouth, suckling like an infant. Her legs kicked in an involuntary motion, her eyes going wide.

Her former master had called her with
drawn? What rough touch had he used on her?

I pinched one nipple while continu
ing to suck on the other, then nibbling … The slightly salty taste of it teased my tongue, and there was something else, a scent in my nostrils, musky and primal and pungent.

Had she
become aroused
that
quickly?

Sliding my hand down from her nippl
e, down over the soft belly, I guided it over the soft curls between her thighs, felt a sticky dampness, then softness as my fingers slid over the lips of her sex …

S
he moaned again.

I slid a finger inside, slowly. The t
ightness of the spongy passage was amazing, conforming to my finger as I slowly slid it deeper.

I had heard of women who maintained
a natural tightness sometimes exceeding that of virgins, and was retained with experience. But this was new to me, and incredible.

My finger fully nested, I used my thumb to slowly rub her clitoris,
hidden under the pink flap of her prominent clitoral hood. She gasped and let out a series of rhythmic moans as I continued to fondle her there… all the while her taut nipple still in my mouth.

I had to have her!

I pulled my hand and mouth away, and she let out a soft sigh, as if of disappointment.

I pushed her to her back, pried he
r legs apart. My phallus stood before me, hard and angry and red … Dripping with lust, burning with need, my heavy, dangling seed-sacs full and tight with the essence of lust which she had elicited.

I knew that my lustful male ‘serpent’ was larger than most. But she’d had her share of cocks, surely?

I saw her womanhood glistening in the moonlight with her sticky flowings, and aimed for that vulnerable target…

I had intended to be gentle, the c
ivilized part of my mind still fighting against my lust.

But when I mov
ed forward and those soft, wet nether lips of hers kissed the head of my male weapon, my hips responded to some low instinct…

W
ith an animal grunt, I thrust my maleness fully into her, sinking into the embrace of the tightest silken sheath I could ever imagine.

She let out a pained gasp, li
ke a soft scream, and her face contorted, eyes closed, teeth clenched and brow wrinkled in pain.

One
part of my wanted to keep thrusting, to use this flesh without regard as I should rightfully do with my property. But another, more tender part won out.

I stopped thrusting, feeling mysel
f nestled deep up in her warm belly. I stroked her cheek and softly kissed her forehead.

H
er eyes opened, and she looked at me as if questioning.

"Shhh," I said.

I felt her relax under me, and slowly I began thrusting again, so very slowly. The friction of her tight passage was still amazing, I could feel the soft contours massaging every inch of my member as it slid in those moist confines… So slowly, tenderly, I moved in and out.

Her mouth parted
, and she began a series of soft gasps, enjoying herself now.

I picked up my tem
po slightly, thrusting full in at the end of each stroke. I pulled her legs up to my shoulders to get as deep as possible, wanting to experience as much of her as I could, wanting the head of my phallus to kiss the mouth of her womb.

Her climax came without much warnin
g, starting gently and shortly growing more violent. Her moans took on a sharpness, became louder, her face and shoulders suddenly flushed.

And then the squeezing commenced.

I felt a low throbbing around my member inside her, as if her womanhood was conducting the pulse of her heart. The throbbing became a sort of churning, as her eyes flew wide and her mouth opened and she loudly began a melodious moan, a single utterance of pleasure broken only by the breaths she was forced to take, growing in loudness and pitch.

I stopped moving, buried deep inside h
er.

Her passage churned around
my phallus, kneading it, milking it, like a thousand silken fingers stroking every spot, from the base to the flared head, and I felt my moment approach. My balls clenched in their sac as my body prepared to deliver the issuance which would complete the coupling.