You know I don't really understand you," said Miss
Bergman, sitting forward on the small office chair. Her
huge body forcing her to just squeeze her giant ass
onto the front edge of the seat. She had one hand on
the desk for support so she couldn't cover her massive
breasts like she normally did.
Marge had learned from a young age that large breasts
were a curse, having had two children and a rich lazy
life she had put on so much weight that now people
looked away embarrassed.
"What's to understand?" said the younger man sitting
behind the large desk. Marge pushed off the desk sat up
straight to speak more clearly but saw Jim's eyes flick
down to her breasts. Old habits die hard, though, and
she covered them by folding her arms over them, but
that only made them look bigger. "I thought you where
after my daughter for her money, but I see you have no
need there," said Marge glancing around the plush
office.
She had been sure this rough trade man was after her
daughter's money, but now she saw it was not, but what
was he after "It's not love Mr. Penn, I can see that
much," she said her anger showing. He leaned back
chuckling to himself laughing at her, she was pissed
off for sure her face red now.
"It's a physical thing, Miss Bergman, I'm not out to
marry her," Jim said, trying to calm her but his answer
only made her madder.
"You mean it's just sex? She's not dating anyone and
she's not getting any younger" Marge almost shouted.
She took a deep breath to calm down when she saw Jim
still grinning like a fool. He was disgusting with no
class. "Listen, your daughter comes to me for sex, I
never ask her and believe me she does," said Jim
leaning forward his good humor running thin.
Marge looked like she would blow but she smiled and
pulled her arms down pushing her breasts out at him and
said, "This is how she will turn out Mr. Penn, fat like
her mother! Is this what you want?" It had been 15
years since she had a man come onto her and nothing
happened.
Her husband had sex with her every six weeks like clock
work and she never even fantasized when alone. The
man's face broke out in a grin and he leaned back in
his chair.
After a moment he replied, "Lady, if you could fuck and
suck like your daughter I'd trade her for you," he
chuckled slyly at her. Again she looked like she would
explode but sucked in air and took her time to answer
him.
"Don't play with me Mr. Penn! I want you to stop seeing
my daughter. What will it take?" She waited for the
amount of money he would ask for hoping it would not
pass $10,000, that way her husband would not find out.
"You heard me. If you take her place I'll stop seeing
her," said Jim lounging in his chair relaxed now. This
was fun he thought. He had always liked his women big.
Given the choice between a model and a 100 kilo woman
he took the weight. The woman sitting before him was
huge but he was hard the moment he saw her breasts and
the way her giant balloon ass curved out from the small
of her back giving a figure to her rolls of fat. He
wanted her badly.
The lady stood up and stormed out of his office without
another word. He wasn't worried about her daughter as
he cared nothing for her except as a sex slave. He had
been fucking her now for two months. It seemed the more
abuse he gave her, the harder she came. She got off on
been dominated and she made him learn to enjoy it too.
He fucked her in the toilets of a well known club and
they had two guys watch them the last time they got
together. She went nuts and loved it. She was like lots
of rich girls. They wanted fun but not all rich girls
are good looking.
This one made up for her plump body in pure sex.
Two nights later Marge was awoken by a loud banging and
then she heard footsteps in the hall. Her husband was
asleep so she quickly opened her bedroom door and
gasped when she saw Wendy her daughter. The girl was
dressed like street whore and looked drunk. To Marge's
horror she saw Wendy was wearing stockings and
suspenders with stupid high heeled shoes and her large
breasts where hanging out of the small top she had on.
"What the hell are you doing Wendy? You look like a
whore!!" she screamed at her but Wendy was laughing and
stumbling towards her bedroom door.
"Go to sleep mum, I'm fine. I had a ball."
But Marge would not let it go. She followed her into
her room where Wendy flopped down on the bed. Her short
skirt rode up to show Marge she was not wearing
panties.
"What happened to your panties Wendy? What have you
done?" she hissed loudly. Wendy rolled over not
bothering to cover her naked pussy. She grinned at her
mum and said in a low calm voice, "Jim ripped them off
me and then fucked me in front of two of his friends."
She watched her mother a moment then continued, "Don't
worry, this time his friends only watched."
Marge stormed out of the room in tears, her daughter
was a whore and it was that Jim's fault, the bastard.
Jim woke up still sleepy, what a night it had been. His
two black friends had loved the show but he had to warn
them off as they wanted some action, too. Jim didn't
want Wendy there yet. In time, yes. His phone rang. It
was Miss Bergman.
"You bastard, you miserable bastard!!" she screamed
down the phone.
He hung up right away but a moment later it rang again.
"You fuck," and he hung up.
A minute later it rang again. "Leave her alone,
please," he heard her voice broken now,
He waited a moment then said," Hi Miss Bergman, how you
doing?" This time it was Marge who hung up.
**
That Friday night when Wendy went out Marge saw she was
dressed like a slut again and knew she was going to
meet Jim. "Where are you going dressed like that? You
look like a hooker," said Marge blocking the way.
Wendy looked her mum in the eye and said, "Jim's taking
me to a black club down town where he wants to show me
off," she brushed past her and went to the door.
"Wendy, he's only using you," Marge shouted after her
but Wendy was gone.
Images of Wendy having sex flashed threw her mind. With
those images she had never imagined before, her stomach
turned and her head spun. She had to stop it. She had
to do something. So she phoned Jim that minute, he
answered after only one ring giving her no time to
compose herself. Marge told him she knew what he had in
mind for Wendy and begged him not to do it. He said he
was not forcing Wendy to do anything she didn't beg
for.
"Please, don't take her there, I'm begging you now,"
said Marge almost in tears. Why don't you beg me to
take you instead, she heard him say, he must be joking.
Why was he doing this to her? "What interest do I have
to offer you Mr. Penn? If I thought sex with me would
stop you, I'd do it but that's out of the question."
He spoke calmly now, in a low voice. "If you want me to
send your daughter home tonight untouched, you better
beg me to take you instead! If I want to fuck your
sorry ass that's my business." He waited a second then
added, "She'll be here any minute now and I assure you
she'll be sucking black cock within the hour."
Marge gripped the phone in her pudgy hand, her mind a
blur. He wanted to have sex with her but that was just
impossible. She could never have another man see her
naked. Even her husband never saw at her naked.
An image of Wendy with a black penis in her hand came
into her mind and Marge knew she was trapped.
"What do I have to do?" she asked defeated.
"Beg me to fuck you instead Marge, like I said,"
replied Jim not laughing now. She said nothing.
How could she beg him? The very idea of having sex was
making her sick. Her tummy was rolling and her heart
was thumping hard.
"Tell me you want my cock, tell me you'll do what ever
I say and I promise to leave your daughter alone," said
Jim calmly enjoying himself. He was naked getting ready
for the night out and his cock was hard now while he
held the phone.
"I want your cock, I'll do it," said Marge making him
laugh, this was no good she had to make it sound
believable. "Make it convincing Marge or the deal's
off," he spat down the phone. Marge waited a moment
composing herself. She was a married 52 year old woman
who had everything she wanted. "I want your cock. I
want to have sex with you."
Jim laughed saying that was better then added, "Now be
at my house tomorrow night at 8," he paused. "Make sure
you're dressed like a proper whore, like your daughter
does but I want to see more flesh. Do you understand?"
he asked.
She was too shocked and in horror to answer and he hung
up at that moment.
Wendy came home that night two hours later going
straight to her room crying, Marge felt relieved for a
moment but remembered she had to see Jim the next night
and her tummy rolled again.
She had to buy the clothes she needed as she had
nothing remotely like that at home. She found a cheap
store out of town and bought a short black skirt, a
white tank top with a v neck and some high heeled
shoes. She was so embarrassed buying the shoes she
didn't even try them on.
Finally she bought black stockings and suspenders and
a pair of French knickers that covered most of her
lower belly and behind. She would have to wear one of
her normal bras as she had to order them because of
their size. It was impossible to get sexy bras for
women her size and she had never really tried. She
couldn't get dressed at home so she left the house with
a bag telling her husband she would be home late from
bridge that night.
He just nodded and watched the news on TV. She went to
her health club and took a sauna and shower then
changed into her costume for the night. Her plan was to
wear her long overcoat over it when she left the club.
When she stood looking at herself in the mirror she
felt weak. The skirt was far too small and only reached
just below her hanging belly leaving two inches of
flabby white flesh above the black stockings.
When she looked at her behind in the mirror she could
see both bum cheeks hanging down below the hem line and
when she twisted like that her top rode up letting her
swollen belly stick out under her breasts. She looked
so bad. "Who the hell would want a monster like that?"
she thought. Her breasts reached her waist even with
the bra and she had so many bumps and rolls it was
disgusting. She put on her overcoat and left the club
thinking Jim would not like what he saw and send her
home.
He opened the door and looked disappointed to see her.
He smiled and lead her inside "Let me take your coat,"
he asked pleasantly, the bastard. She ignored him and
walked into the sitting room her legs felt weak and she
wobbled on the shoes. He was only wearing a bath robe
making her heart beat wildly. He stepped up behind her
and placed his hands on her shoulders "Your coat,
Marge?" he whispered in her ear.
She opened the buttons and let him pull it from her
with her back to him. She tugged at her skirt hoping it
would get longer. Jim stepped back with her coat and
admired the view. "Man, what an ass" he thought his
cock growing hard right away under his housecoat. Her
huge ass hung down below her skirt and her fat legs
stuffed each stocking to bursting point.
Only reaching above her knees, he could see the thick
folds of fat under each arm where her breasts pulled
down with weight. "Turn around," he said his mouth dry.
Slowly she turned and he sucked in air. This was 150%
woman, her body almost as wide as it was tall and her
clothing ready to rip open with the pressure. He loved
it.
At first Marge kept her eyes down but when he made no
sound she looked up and saw right off his penis pushing
his coat out like a tent pole. "He was hard just by
looking at her and not disgusted," she thought. His
eyes were wide open and he was devouring her with them.
She felt her face flush red and to her horror, her
nipples harden as if she were cold but she was not.
In fact her whole tummy felt hot and she had a tingling
itch between her legs. She pulled her eyes away from
his penis and looked at his face which broke out in a
grin.
"You look filthy Marge, just perfect," said Jim sitting
down but not offering her a seat. His coat opened a
little when he sat and he saw her eyes dart to his
groin. He smiled and pulled the coat open all the way
letting his cock stand up proud. He'd been proud of his
cock all his life and why not, it was a full 10 inches
long and thick to go with it. He liked nothing better
than to see it stretch a pussy open and to hear women
scream with pain and pleasure.
"Oh my God," thought Marge her eyes popping open at the
sight of his penis, she had only ever seen her
husband's penis and it was half the size. This was just
not possible. She watched him wrap his hand around it
and pull the tight skin down its length making the
swollen top pop out. It seemed to grow in his hand and
he was grinning enjoying the look on her face.
"Now Marge, don't get excited ... we have all night,"
he said looking up at her from the sofa with his cock
in his hand. "First I want you to get on your hands and
knees and crawl over between my legs, nice and slow,"
he ordered. When she didn't respond he growled, "Don't
fuck up now Marge, your doing real good."
Marge just could not get his penis out of her mind. It
was huge! It was so bloody big but she dropped down to
her knees on the floor then moved forward and placed
her hands flat on the carpet.
Oh man what a sight. Her tits reached the floor. They
hung down so much and the sight of her enormous ass and
hips just behind had Jims cock throbbing in his hand.
As she crawled over her tits swung from side to side
despite wearing a bra. They were just so heavy and her
angry face only made him hotter. She stopped a foot
from his cock and just stared at it looking stoned. 'My
God, I can smell it! Oooh somebody help me here,'
thought Marge a foot from his monster cock. Then she
thought, 'My God, Wendy has had that thing inside her.'
He spread his legs wider and slid down the sofa until
his cock tapped her face. She moved back as if she'd
had an electric shock and he laughed.
"Ooh God, it feels so hard, and hot," thought Marge.
"He'll want me to touch it now."
Jim looked at her thinking this was better than the
daughter and thinking how he'd like to come on her
face. "Now I want you to suck my cock and play with my
balls, and suck it good or I'll fuck your mouth and you
don't want that, believe me."
Marge had never had a penis in her mouth, never even
thought about it and her husband had never asked. She
knew people did it but knew no one who openly said they
did that kind of thing. She didn't know where to start.
"Wrap your cocksucking lips around it baby and suck it
hard," hissed Jim sliding further down the sofa and
jerking off now, his cock touching her face. Marge
closed her eyes and touched her lips against his penis.
She kissed it gently once then twice hearing him groan.
She opened her mouth and lowered it over his gland
until she felt his penis touch the back of her mouth.
She closed her lips around it. It was impossibly thick,
her lips where stretched around it and she knew she
only had half its length in her mouth. She sucked as
best she could, repeating the motion, coating his penis
with her saliva. He groaned again and pushed his
fingers into her hair.
Christ it was good to see her round podgy face with his
cock in her mouth. "The stuck up posh cunt sucking his
cock like a real whore," thought Jim groaning loudly.
She wasn't that bad but he could see she hadn't sucked
much cock. That would change now. "Ooooh yeah, that's
real good Marge! Take some more." He managed humping
his ass up to meet her mouth. His cock was forced
further down her throat and she gagged a little but
managed to pull back up before he could choke her.
The bastard had her by the hair and pulled her head
back down on it. She was on the verge of panic but
managed to calm herself relaxing her throat and letting
his cock slide down it. After four of five thrusts she
was taking most of his 10 inches. She had no time to
think about it but she was forced to wrap her hand
around the base of his penis to stop him killing her
with it. She was, in fact, taking its impossible
length.
"Ooh yeah, play with my balls you slut," he hissed
humping his hips up faster and faster.
She cupped his heavy balls and rolled them in her hand
still holding his penis. Abruptly, she felt him pull
her off and push her away. She looked up at him and he
was smiling at her. "Get your tits out bitch," he
commanded. She was too far gone to refuse. She pulled
the top over her head dropping it on the floor then
reached behind and undid the bra.
She felt her breasts fall down heavily and resisted the
urge to stretch them. When she looked down she saw her
nipples were hard and sticking out embarrassing her.
She looked back up at Jim and saw his eyes where
popping out of his head. "Fuck, I've never seen
anything like them," he said breathlessly, "Stand up
quickly," he barked at her. She got to her feet with
her tits swinging wildly. Her belly bulged over the top
of her skirt and her tits reached her waist line. "Take
off your skirt and panties now, hurry," he barked again
tugging on his cock. She leaned forward as she pulled
her skirt down over her hips having to wriggle her hips
from side to side and take her panties with it as she
did.
She felt humiliated and embarrassed by her body as she
always had but this man was looking at her like she was
a pin up. He was almost trembling with his eyes wide
with lust. When she stood back up, Jim looked her up
and down, man this was the finest piece of fat ass he'd
scored in a long time.
Her hanging tits, her belly that had slight red marks
from stretching curved down to form a second belly that
was her pussy mound. He could see her swollen mound
almost hairless like her daughter, the suspender belt
almost hidden under the fold.
"Turn around," he barked and she turned fast showing
him her back and behind. Marge was relieved to have her
back to him but horrified that he was staring at her
absolute worst body part, her huge flabby ass.
"Step your legs apart," he commanded and she stepped
apart but her legs still touched at the top. "Wider
bitch," he shouted at her scaring her. She stepped her
legs apart more so she had a gap between her legs now,
the cool air on her pussy making her hot.
"Now, bend forward with your legs straight and your
knees together," she heard him almost whisper. This had
to be the worst. He wanted to see her completely
exposed. She cupped her breasts to stop them swinging
forward painfully and did as he asked knowing full well
that he could see her entire sex now.
"Christ, her cunt looks huge," thought Jim moving over
to stand behind her. He dropped down on one knee with
his face a foot from her ass and pussy. "Let your tits
go and pull your checks apart," he commanded as she
felt his hand on her ass. It sent a shiver up her back
and almost made her knees weak. He squeezed her flabby
cheek gently with one then two hands mauling both
cheeks softly.
She felt him pull her ass apart gently at first but
forcing when they were fully apart. "You do it slut,
hold it open," he barked and she found herself doing
it. The next thing she felt was his face pressed
against her sex, his nose pushing into her fatty folded
lips. He used his own hands to open her sex wider and
she felt his tongue work its way up and down the length
of her slit.
Her knees buckled but she caught her balance and he
pushed his tongue deeper inside her making her squirm.
This was like nothing she had ever felt before. She
stumbled forward as she felt an intense heat work its
way from Jim's tongue into sex then up through her body
right to her hard nipples. Her legs buckled again and
this time she stumbled forward. She grabbed the dining
table and clung to it for support. Jim was right behind
her but now he was standing up and she had only a
second to brace herself before she felt her body been
split in two.
His penis felt twice as big as it was as it forced its
way inside her wet hole, she felt like he would really
rip her open and the heat she felt from his tongue was
hotter from his penis. He only stopped when he had his
entire penis inside her sex. She could feel every last
inch of lumpy penis stretching her like she had never
imagined possible. Her breaths came in short gasps and
she was gripping the table with white knuckles.
It wasn't until he pulled out and slammed back in
violently that she came and even then she didn't know
it. He fucked her with long very hard strokes, really
pounding his penis into her and Marge very nearly
passed out. Her sex was flooding with hot burning
liquid and she had shockwaves running up her back and
down to her swollen hard nipples that were squashed on
the table top.
When she understood that this was an orgasm she cried
out then lost control and had to let it rip through
her, the man's fingers where like steel as he yanked
her back to meet his thrusts.
Every time he slammed into her, it made her ass ripple
like water the two ass cheeks flopping up and down
spurring him on to fuck her harder.
It had been quite a while since he felt so horny but he
wanted to see her tits fly. He was pulled her head back
painfully by the hair forcing her to stand up with his
penis still buried deep inside her. Her breasts came
free and she tried to stop them swinging but he was
fucking her so hard. Her legs where still jelly. She
gave up and just let them swing painfully. For Jim it
was perfect. He could see her breasts swing about
wildly and when he slapped her flabby ass hard with his
open hand she cried out in pain. He held her hair with
one hand and her thick hips with the other and pounded
her hard making his balls slap against her clit.
He felt good that she was coming and even though her
pussy was sopping wet and open now it still felt
excellent around his cock. When he felt her come down
he slowed down too sliding his cock in and out with
long slow strokes looking at his come covered cock as
it fucked her. Her puffy cunt lips clung to it. "Yeah
slut, you liked that didn't you? A good hard fucking
from behind," he panted, catching his breath.
He let her hair go and she flopped down flat on the
table gasping for breath. She felt him run his hands up
her back then back to her ass mauling her roughly with
his large hands.
"This is not happening," she repeated to herself over
and over but she could still feel the hot fire from her
sex ready to explode again and there was nothing she
could do about it.
Wham! He slapped her ass again. The pain was running up
her back but the smacking sound strangely exciting her.
"I'm gonna pump your cunt full of spunk slut, you
ready?' she heard him say and she knew he was about to
come inside her. Instead of the normal dread she waited
anxiously for it and understood she wanted it to
happen.
Jim gave her cunt one last glance then started on her
again. He could feel his balls tighten and felt his
spunk rise. Yanking her huge ass back as he thrust in
had his balls slapping her clit and after a minute he
was coming. Marge had wanted to wait and feel him come
but as soon as he started fucking her hard like that
the fire in her sex erupted and she came again, so
powerful that she didn't even feel him when he came. It
was only when he pulled his penis out that she saw he
was finished but she was still twitching and moaning
bent over the table her orgasm not finished.
Jim stepped back and looked down at her. The bitch had
come again making him smile. Her pussy was wide open, a
small gaping hole with the first wad of white spunk
just starting to leak out running down to her swollen
erect clit. He could see her pussy contracting and
twitching as she lay helpless out of breath.
When she came too she was still bent over the table,
she could feel the cool air on her exposed sex and felt
wet and messy down there. When she pushed herself up
with her arms she felt weak. She quickly picked up her
top not looking at Jim and put it on without the bra.
Tugging her skirt down, she picked up her bra and
panties then grabbed her coat. "You were not bad for an
old bag, Marge."
Jim was on the sofa. He was still naked and looking
very relaxed. "I'll call you for next week's
installment," he chuckled. Marge looked at him and said
"I thought we where all paid up. I did what you asked."
He smiled at her like she was a child. "I said replace
Wendy, not just tonight but from now on unless you
don't mind me fucking her again."
"Oooh shit," thought Marge, this was a nightmare.
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