Bigger Girls Do It Collection: 4 Complete Erotic Romance Stories (5 page)

Brian was with Brent on this adventure because he and Brent had been friends since they were in grade school and he had always known Brent preference for big women. Brian had never been with a larger lady. He didn’t have any particular preferences the way that Brent did.

When Jerry reported to Brent that Sara wanted her friend to come along too when the first meeting was arranged, Brent said that was a great idea. He invited Brian along to make the meal more equitable. “If I have to talk to both of them, I won’t meet my goal which is to get to know Sara better.”

Brian agreed to go. He was glad that he did. He thoroughly enjoyed Selena’s company. She was beautiful and smart and funny. It was the woman he liked and when the plan for the get-together at the country house emerged, he was more than willing to go along with it.

He wanted to get to know Selena more. When it became clear that the afternoon was going to turn into an afternoon delight, Brian was happy to participate. He has been holding Selena’s hand and gazing into her bright eyes and feeling the passion build. He could see that it was rising in her too.

When they were in the bedroom that was hers for the visit, they sat on the bed facing each other and holding hands, both of her hands in both of his hands. The transformation from fully clothed people getting to know each other with gentle touches to naked bodies writhing on top of the quilt was slow and luxurious.

Brian was delighted to see that she was aggressive in bed. She was the one who began removing his clothes first, unbuttoning his shirt and unbuckling his belt. She had him on his back completely naked before she removed one item of clothes. She began with her jewelry, kissing him between each removal of an item from her body.

She began at his mouth with a deep kiss and moved down to his chest, slowly over his stomach, briefly stopping to lick his dick, and then down his thighs to his feet. By the time she got to his toes, she too was naked.

She straddled him, sliding down over his erect and very stiff cock. Her breadth covered his hips and part of his flat stomach. Her large breasts were easy to reach and massage and squeeze as she looked into his face and rode him with a surprising ferocity.

She brought herself to a roaring climax that did not slow her down at all. It seemed to drive her to further energy as she leaned forward, her weight supported by her arms. Her hands were placed on either side of his shoulders and her ass was going in a record speed as she brought herself to another screaming climax.

Brian was in heaven. He had always been the active participant in sexual endeavors and he hated that because he got distracted from trying to think of what to do next. He was also afraid to be too vigorous because women’s bodies seemed to be so frail. He didn’t want to be too rough and hurt them. It was hard for him to come because his mind was always hovering around the edge of his performance and not fully engaged in the act.

With this big girl who was not frail and who was doing all the energetic action, he could simply enjoy the sex. He got lost in her wetness and her enjoyment and her flesh. His penis was harder than he had ever experienced before.

When he finally shot his load, he almost screamed himself because it was so intense. Selena did not stop her pounding as he came. Instead she joined him and they climaxed together.

Selena let herself fall to the bed with a great thud. Her hair was tangled and they were both damp with perspiration.

“I would go get us a bottle of champagne but I don’t want to move just yet,” Brian said.

“I don’t think I can move,” Selena said as she pulled him closer to her big tits.

They dozed like that for a while and when Brian snapped back to being awake, his cock was hard again.  Selena patted his hardness and said, “I’ll be right back.” She  dashed downstairs, not taking the elevator, and came back up with a bottle of champagne and two glasses.

Brian popped open the bottle and poured the bubbly. “Here’s to our very own champagne room.”

Bigger Girls Do It with Billionaire Bachelors - Book
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“Oh my God,” Britanny said, “Check this out.”

Alison groaned, inwardly at least. She hated talking or being talked to in the morning. Her room mate loved to talk and not just in the morning but all the time.

Alison was reading a romance novel and drinking her morning coffee. Britanny was reading Facebook posts and comments from some online group she belonged to.

Alison grunted some sort of response.

Britanny probably didn’t even hear her. She just kept talking, reading something from a dating site it seemed. “I’m not tall, dark and handsome but I’m a billionaire.” Britanny kept on talking as she read from the guy’s profile.

Alison said, “What crap.”

“And yet they are lining up to chat to him.”

“Are you going to send him a note?”

Britanny harrumped. “Of course not.”  Alison could hear the keyboard clacking as Britanny typed something to someone.

Shortly after this exchange, Britanny went out for breakfast. She was meeting an old friend and based on past experience, Alison knew that she would not be back for hours.

Britanny liked to eat and so did the friend she was meeting. Breakfast would become lunch and they would talk through both meals.

Alison reveled in being alone and she read all day. It was her favorite kind of day, a Sunday all by herself with nothing to do but eat and read.

While she was completely sure that the guy on the Facebook that Britanny was fussing about was full of shit, Alison did wonder if there were some insecure billionaires out there.

Alison was aware that she was a control freak. She would never go to a site where men were strutting their stuff. But she had no problem creating a site where men could come to her.

The hardest part of her whole plan was to come up with a website name that was enticing and saucy and yet not too gauche.

At the end of it, she opted for a simple name for her web address. She used her nickname, Ali and her desire. Ali Seeks Love with a Billionaire.

She rejected Ali Seeks Love because it made her sound like a hooker strutting her stuff online.

Once she got past the hurdle of the name, she went straight for the design part of the website. She made it look artistically and aesthetically appealing.

This was easy for Alison because she was a graphic artist with a strong dream of being a commercially successful artist with her own gallery.

Even though Alison was short and stout, when she was creating, she felt streamlined, sleek and sassy. Her energy was boundless. This energy extended to her writing for the web site and by the end of the afternoon she had a sleek and sassy website.

She used her own photo, artfully arranged to accentuate her best features which included her eyes that were a remarkable color of green. The green was so emerald clear that people often mistook the color for very expensive contact lenses.

She hid her bulk behind clever scenery but let her enormous cleavage show. The message was as clear as her eyes. She was serious. She wanted to meet a man of substance.

Since she was fantasizing, she might as well go all out. She wanted a man with a huge cock, a desire for big beautiful women, and a massive bank account.  Massive as in billionaire big.

She wanted someone who was willing to enjoy life and did not spend his time attached to a phone wheeling and dealing.

Alison laughed as she uploaded the web site. She was being completely unreasonable but who cared? It was her fantasy. Why go with half measures?

This was the spirit she was in when Britanny returned from her lengthy meal with her friend.

“Well aren’t you in a jolly mood?” Britanny said.

“Look at what I did.” Ali swung her monitor around so that Britanny could see her website.

Clifford was surprised to find Ali’s site. It was a fluke. He couldn’t sleep and he was bored and somewhat lonely. He had a huge technically-oriented brain and his social skills were not very well honed.

He could buy all the company he wanted if it was just a matter of not wanting to be alone.  He was aware of that. He could literally buy women for sex, or men if he was so inclined. But he wasn’t. And while he had paid for sex in the past, he knew that it was not fulfilling.

There were the more subtle purchases of friendship like the people who hung around to have barbecues with him. A couple of them were serious friends who worked with him and studied with him in the past.

However, these friends had moved on to lives of their own with wives of their own. One of them even had children. Harold was the only one left who was in the same spot as he was.

Harold had taken up photography as a hobby and spent most of his time traveling and taking photos. So there Cliff was alone in the middle of the night, surfing the web. He type in billionaire love.

Even as he did that, he knew he was not going to find anything interesting. There were not many billionaires in the world and among that rare group, most of them had found a way to compensate for the loneliness at the top of the financial heap.

He was mesmerized when he found Ali’s web site. He loved her face and the twinkle in her green eyes that made it clear that she was just having fun. He admired how she made the whole persona she created sound so real.

He particularly admired the photo. He was feeling whimsical so he went to the website’s contact page and sent a note. It was a simple congratulatory note on a well-designed site with a special note about the great model with the fantastic eyes.

Clifford drifted off to sleep with thoughts of those eyes haunting his dreams. He could tell that the model was plump and that further fueled his dreams.

Clifford was not an attractive man. He knew that about himself. He also knew that he could have all the plastic surgery that was available.

However, all the plastic surgery in the world could not increase his height past his five foot six. At least not much past five foot six.

The thing is, and Clifford had many discussions with Harold about this, beauty is overrated. Some of the most beautiful women who flaunted themselves in front of him were almost impossible to talk to and the few he had gotten to know well seemed to have only one primary interes
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themselves.

Now he was mesmerized by a pair of green eyes. Was he bewitched by the beauty of those eyes? Was he wrong all the time about the power of physical attributes?

He went to sleep thinking about these things.

Alison was surprised that she got a comment from her website contact form with praise for her web design and a compliment on the photo. She expected that it was spam from some web designer prowling the internet for new sites where he could sell his services.

The email was from “Some Guy Named Clifford” and that was his email address too, “someguynamedclifford” on a popular free email site.

She replied to him with a false gratitude for his kind words and then added that she appreciated his kind words about her photo. As a last minute thought she added that she was the model and noted that while she was glad to hear from him, she was only seeking billionaires.

The reply from Some Guy Named Clifford hit her email inbox in less than ten minutes.  It was short and sweet.

“I am a billionaire. Are you really the woman with the great green eyes.”

She replied, “I am the woman with the green eyes. Are you really a billionaire?”

Brittany read the emails and said, “What the hell. Why not play along?”

Clifford texted Harold and told him to check out the website. “I’m going to ask her out,” Clifford added.

Clifford was willing to meet Alison on his own but he wondered if she was willing to meet him on her own. He also wondered if she was real.

His ideal solution was to ask her for the name of a good restaurant near her where she was willing to meet him for dinner. He thought this would give her the control over the situation.

If she was not willing to reveal much about where she lived she could pick a restaurant in another neighborhood. He saw no flaws with this.

Britanny saw no flaws either and she also saw the benefit of picking a restaurant in a different part of the city. It was a small city in upstate
New York but it was big enough to have a few different sections.

“The only thing that bothers me,” Alison said, “is how does he know what city I am in?”

“What makes you think he knows what city you are in?”

“He didn’t ask. He just said pick a restaurant here.”

Britanny said, “He’s just trying to find out where you are.”

“What if he lives on the west coast?”

“He’s a billionaire, isn’t he?” Britanny laughed loudly at her own joke. They knew that he was not a billionaire but playing the game in the to and fro of the email chit-chat was fun.

The two women consulted Google Maps and chose a decent family restaurant on the other side of the city. The plan was to pick a restaurant and Britanny would go along and sit at a separate table.

“The Golden Rooster.” Clifford did a quick search online to find the Golden Rooster on South Street and there was only one that he could find.

“Are you up for a trip to
New York state?” he asked Harold. They planned to go to the restaurant together but enter separately. It offered the somewhat shy Clifford a sense of comfort knowing his buddy was there.

“Fly or drive?”

“Let’s drive. It’s only a couple of hours.”

“Your Porsche or mine?” Harold asked.

“Mine,” Clifford said. If nothing else, they could end up eating together and enjoy the scenic drive there and back.