Novel & Cerita Fat Woman Sex Stories

My body betrayed me completely, pushing back to meet his thrusts. He reached around and stroked me in time with his pounding. "Look at you, dripping everywhere. You love getting fucked by your boss, don't you?" "I…I do," I admitted, voice breaking. The couch creaked under us as he railed me faster, deeper, one hand fisting my hair to arch my back. "Say it louder." "I love it! Fuck me harder, sir…please!" He growled and gave me exactly what I begged for. Brutal, relentless strokes that had me seeing stars. Sweat slicked our skin. The smell of sex filled the air, musky, dirty, addictive.

"Tell me how much better he is—how his cock owns you now." She did, her voice breaking into filthy cries. "Oh God, it's so much bigger than yours! He's hitting spots you never could—fucking me like the whore I am!" Richard flipped her onto all fours, pounding from behind, his hand cracking against her ass, leaving red marks. Her pussy clenched around him, milking that veiny monster, and she screamed my name just like I wanted. "Yes, baby! For you—our anniversary cum dump!" The room reeked of sex, sweat and pussy, her body trembling as another orgasm built.

You could hold me like this forever and ever, and I would never miss the outside world. "Shelby's asked about you." Shelby. When Josie told me she'd disbanded the Yoga Women's Sex Club so she and Audra could have me to themselves, I'd asked if I could accept Shelby's request for an afternoon in bed. Shelby is a super-fit, gorgeous petit blonde with three percent body fat and a set of breast implants the size of cantaloupes. She displays them proudly under two-sizes-too-small tank tops and no bra. She loves, loves, loves to show them off at every opportunity. We met that afternoon for four hours of non-stop sex. We played all kinds of sexy games. She pretended to smother me with her tits and

I couldn’t stop shaking, my fingers hovered over the page, frozen in place even though my journal was still open on the bed, Lane’s voice from our last session echoed in my head, telling me to push through the urges, but it was impossible to hear him without remembering the warmth of his hand on my back… the weight of his gaze. The challenge had been simple, thirty days without sex, I’d barely made it past four.

Although not enough to convince me she'd be into that sort of thing for real. On the Literotica site she predominantly read submissive women stories which included a wide range from gangbang, interracial, lesbian, illustrated and incest. Stories like: 'Backseat Mommy', 'What Mom Doesn't Know Fucks Her', 'Pet Mommy' and 'Mommy Slut'. In most of those, the mother was submissive to her son. Not going to lie, I almost burst right then and there. I pulled out my cock and stroked it as I read the entire "Mom-Son" series.

Clara’s POV I’ve always been the fat girl nobody wanted in college, every guy I crushed on didn’t even see me, they looked right past me to the skinny ones. So I gave up on guys, on love, all that shit, I just wanted to finish school and get a good job but even after I graduated at 23, nothing. I sent out applications, went to places in person, and they took one look at my body and said no. No interview, no chance. Just “we’ll call you” and they never did.

"Now, Sin, hold her jaws open for me. I want to see if she can take all this cock, including my balls, all at once." I looked up, my vision swimming. Sinbad stood over me, already unzipping his trousers, while Killian did the same. My pussy was creaming so hard I was literally leaving a mark on their expensive rug. I was about to be destroyed by the Belafonte twins, and for the first time since my first child was born, I didn't feel like a mother or a wife. I felt like a feast. Sinbad knelt behind me, reaching his fingers around my head and hooking them into the corners of my mouth to stretch it wide, his hard cock pressing into my back.

So, I grew bolder. “I keep fantasizing about older men, Father. Strong, experienced hands pinning me down. Being fucked hard and deep until I can’t think straight.” My voice dropped to a whisper. “Men like you.” Silence. I slid my hand beneath the hem of my sundress. My panties were already damp. I pushed them aside and ran two fingers along my slick folds, biting my lips to hold back my moan. “I’m touching myself right now, Father,” I breathed. “I’m so wet. My fingers are sliding through my dripping pussy while I confess my sins to you.”

She was winning. Days turned to weeks. More accidents: Bending over in the laundry room, ass up as she “searched” for a sock, pussy lips peeking from under shorts. Brushing past him in narrow halls, her hand “slipping” to graze his cock. Each time, Ethan’s fantasies grew darker—tying her up, edging her until she begged, then fucking her raw. Lila reveled in it, masturbating nightly to the thought of him begging, “Please, Lila, let me fuck you. I need it.”