BBw sex story
I should have known better than to follow her around the store for too long that afternoon. She was tall, probably around 6'3, in heeled boots, so she was likely 5'10" to 6'0" tall in her bare feet. Her hair was dark brown, curly, just touching her shoulders. In contrast, her eyes were a deep green. She wore a white business jacket, matching skirt and a silk blouse with a floral print. She wasn't skinny or even thin, but "pear shaped", curvy and voluptuous to the point fashion magazine zombies would call her "fat". She looked to be in her late 40's or early 50's and walked with her head up, shoulders back, and so confident.
In a word, she was a "goddess".
I was window shopping at a gifts store, one that carried everything from cheap samurai swords and vintage rock star t-shirts to gag greeting cards and bongs. I heard her heels click on the tile behind me and then her perfume filled my nose. It was strong, slightly sweet but also musky. It was not the type of perfume worn by tweens or young adults. No, this scent was one that demanded attention not begged for it.
I turned around just in time to see her arm pass my head. I'm 5'6, not really that short, but shorter than the norm. At the time, I was in my early 30's and just out of a very short relationship. I didn't know how lonely I was until I saw her very round, teardrop-shaped rear-end and I literally took a deep breath.
She stopped and picked up a music box. It had a mirror inside the lid and as she listened to the song, she looked right at me, catching me staring at her. I thought I saw a smile on her face, but I turned away in embarrassment and walked around to the next aisle.
My mouth was dry. Hands were sweaty. My heart was beating so fast I could feel it in my chest. No woman had ever had this kind of effect on me and she hadn't even said a word to me yet.
I saw her pass by the end of the aisle and I had to follow her. I wanted to smell her perfume and see her voluptuous body again. She was at the end of the next aisle looking at those brightly colored scarves from India, so I stopped and pretended to be interested in the wind-up toy Elvis that shook its hips in little circles. Again, her perfume filled my nose and it was intoxicating.
I chanced looking over at her. She was wrapping the scarves around in her hand, probably asking herself which one she wanted. Suddenly, she looked up and caught me staring again. She smiled and shook her head. Quickly, I looked back to the toy Elvis in my hand, silently cursing myself for getting caught again. I felt my cheeks burning.
She took one of the scarves and walked around the corner. I told myself, "Just one more smell of that perfume, one more look, and I'll leave before she reports me for stalking her."
My steps quickened and the store became a blur. I didn't care about the trinkets and junk on sale, I just wanted one more smell, one more look.
I was in such a hurry that I didn't pay attention to the sign next to the curtained-off area of the store where she must have gone. Stepping inside, there were six aisles of adult toys and a small fitting room in the rear corner. Vibrators, dildos, butt plugs, hand-cuffs, lingerie, g-strings, it seemed this gift store was one of many that had an "adult section". I turned to leave but I caught a glimpse of my elderly neighbor, Dorothy, walking into the front of the store.
Just my damn luck, I thought. Dorothy was a sweet old lady who'd been widowed for 20 years. She would often ask for my help mowing her lawn or carrying in groceries from the store. In return, she would sometimes wash my clothes and cook me a decent meal. There was no way I was going to let Dorothy see me walking out of the dirty section of the store.
I hurried toward the aisles in the back of the adult section to hide long enough for Dorothy to leave. I didn't see the woman I'd followed anywhere in the adult section but I smelled her perfume. For a moment it made me forget all about Dorothy and instead imagine the tall, curvy beauty smiling at me.
Walking around the aisles I wondered where she went. I wondered if she was something my imagination dreamed up for me. Perhaps she was never real. Maybe I was just lonely.
As I turned the corner near the fitting room, I felt two hands grab my shoulders from behind. The same perfumed filled my nose. It was her. I froze.
She learned forward, put her mouth next to my ear and said in a quiet voice, "You've been following me around, haven't you?"
Still frozen, I didn't say anything. I couldn't say anything.
"Just nod if you agree."
Biting my lip, I nodded.
"Do you know what happens to little boys that follow tall, strong woman around stores to stare at their bodies?"
I shook my head.
"Walk though here," she said, opening up a door on the rear wall. It must have been a stockroom since it was full of boxes. "This is my store and I'm sure my security cameras have plenty of video of you following me around to stare at my big ass like some creepy little pervert."
I had no choice. Even if I could get away, there was a good chance my neighbor would see me running out of the adult section. One thing I didn't want was my face plastered all over the mall with the word "pervert" underneath it.
I didn't resist as she guided me through the opened door into the stockroom. Once inside she closed the door. It was darker than the store with walls painted black. Luckily, there was no one else there.
"This way," she said, taking me by the hand and leading me past the rows of boxes to a small office in the back. She closed and locked the door, then took a seat in a big leather chair behind a wooden desk. Pointing to a chair in front of her desk, she said, "Sit."
I did and stared down at my feet unable to look at her.
"What is your name?"
I didn't answer her. It wasn't that I didn't want to speak but that I couldn't. My mouth was too dry.
She must have noticed because she asked me, "Do you need a glass of water?"
I nodded. She got up from her chair and retrieved a bottle of water from a small refrigerator in the corner of her office. Opening it up, she handed it to me.
The first gulp quenched my thirst but I wanted to delay speaking for as long as I could so I just kept drinking. She reached out and took the bottle from me.
"Not too much water, I don't want a urine sample," she said, then continued, "at least not yet."
Returning to her seat, she again asked for my name.
"David," I answered. I started to stand up, blurting out to her, "I'm sorry I was staring at you and made you feel uncomfortable. If you just let me go, you'll never see me again in your store."
"Sit down, David." Her voice was louder, but still controlled, "Now!"
I quickly sat back down. Before I was mostly embarrassed, not I was scared.
She stared at me and then smirked. "What makes you think you made me feel uncomfortable? Do you think my body has never been stared at before? Do you think I don't know you think I'm 'fat'? Well?"
"I don't think you're fat," I said, almost in a whisper. "I think you're a... you're a..."
"Go ahead," she said, "spit it out, boy."
"Goddess." As soon as I'd said it my face blushed red. The word seemed to catch her by surprise.
After a moment, she smiled and shook her head. "So, you weren't staring at me because I'm fat, were you?"
I shook my head.
Learning forward, she put her arms on her desk and laughed. "You were staring at me because my body excites you."
"Well," she said, "there's only one thing to do about that."
Standing up, she walked around to the front of her desk and leaned against it. Using her hand, she lifted up my chin so that our eyes met. "Strip."
I wasn't sure I'd heard her correctly. "What?!!"
"You heard me perfectly," she said, "you're going to take off all of your clothes, David, every little stitch. If you're going to get excited staring at my body then you need a dose of your own medicine. Since I don't get excited by men who are dressed, you're going to have to get naked."
Panic raced through my body. The room felt like it was ice cold. My fingers were numb. I couldn't move.
"Look," she said, "either you get naked right now or I'm going to call the police and tell them I caught a pervert in my store."
I was trapped. I had no choice. I stood up, resigned to my fate. When I looked at her she had this smug look of satisfaction on her face. She had won and she knew it.
I started with my shirt, unbuttoning it and slipping it over my head. I wasn't wearing an undershirt so I was immediately bare from the waist up. She put out her hand and took my shirt from me. Even though the room felt like it was freezing, I crossed my arms over my chest more out of embarrassment than cold.
She stared at me again. "Keep going, David."
I kicked off my shoes and unbuckled my belt. My pants were soon around my ankles with my socks. Stepping out of my pants, I handed them to her along with my socks and shoes. Now there was only one piece of clothing before I was totally naked in front of her.
I couldn't do it. I was frozen. I just could take off my underwear. I just wanted to shrink into a little ball and disappear forever.
Standing up, she leaned over and put her hands on each side of my underwear. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. For a second I thought about trying to stop her and running out of the office, then I realized I'd be in an even worse position.
I felt her slip my underwear down and the cold air rush around my midsection. She lifted my feet up one at a time and then took my underwear away. I was now totally naked in front of a tall, voluptuous woman and it showed. I was sexually aroused.
"Well, well, well, David," I heard her say. "It looks like you do find me attractive."
I felt one of her hands on my shoulder while the other hand grabbed my erection. It's a good thing she had a hold of me because I almost fell down when I felt her fingers caress my shaft.
"Look at me," she said quietly, then in a firmer voice, "Now, David!"
I opened my eyes to see her smiling. She was enjoying my embarrassment.
Her lips curled into that familiar smirk. "Do you like me touching your penis?"
"It's not very big, is it?
Startled, I asked her, "What?"
"Your penis, David," she said, "It's not very big."
Truth be told, it wasn't. Like my height, it wasn't that short but shorter than most. I measured my erection when I was 16 at just over 4 inches and it hadn't grown since then. I'd had a few girlfriends in the past but none had ever said anything about the size of my penis so I never really let it bother me. But having her point it out in the way she did, I felt utterly humiliated. I started to shake and my eyes watered.
"How does it feel," she asked me, "to have your body stared at and scrutinized by a stranger?"
Her fingers continued to caress my erection. I swallowed hard and finally answered her, "It's humiliating."
"Yes, it is, isn't it?" She took her hand away from my erection and used her other hand to drag me behind her desk. Sitting down she stood me in front of her. When I tried to put my hands over my naked crotch, she slapped them away. "Now that you know how it feels to be stared at like you were staring at me, you're finally ready to learn your lesson."
I wasn't sure what she meant at first then she opened her desk drawer and took out a paddle. It was wooden, about 3 inches wide and 8 inches long. She played with it in her fingers while looking at me.
"I've had this paddle in my desk for a long time," she said. "You see it actually came with a set but some shoplifter broke open the set and took the other things, leaving this behind because it was probably too big to hide in a pocket or something. Who knew it would come in handy today?"
She grabbed my wrist and with a yank sent over her lap face down. I was looking at her carpeted office floor with my bare ass in the air.
"While my office is private, David, it's not totally soundproof," she said, "So you should try not to make too much noise."
I closed my eyes and tightened my jaw. The first hit struck my right cheek. The second hit my left. I was still holding my breath when the third strike hit me dead center, sending a shock wave into my anus and up my spine, forcing the air out of my lungs. I didn't cry out but instead let out only a quiet whimper. The spanks that followed were a repeat of the first three. She continued paddling me over and over and over. I was squirming all over her lap but her free arm was wrapped around my waist and kept me from moving too far.
After about twenty or so spanks, the stinging didn't hurt any worse but the pain was going deeper and deeper into my bare bottom. My breathing was shallow and rapid, while a cold sweat covered my body. My whimpering and moaning soon gave way to just quiet sobbing. Before I knew it, tears were rolling down my cheeks.
I was crying so hard that I didn't even notice at first that she'd stopped paddling me. It wasn't until she'd helped me stand back up that I realized she'd stopped. I hopped from foot to foot, rubbing my fiery red ass with my two hands. I must have looked completely ridiculous to her.
She looked at me and laughed, shaking her head. "Aren't you the cutest little thing? Dancing in front of me naked after I just paddled your bare bottom and made you sob like a baby."
I was hoping it was all finally over. In my head, I imagined getting dressed quickly, running out of there and never coming back to this mall ever again.
Then she surprised me again. She stood up, reached under her skirt and slid her panties off. When she tossed them onto her desk next to my clothes, I could see the crotch was soaking wet. Paddling me had aroused her. Knowing this sent a shiver through my naked body and my erection immediately returned.
"On your knees," she said, sitting back into her chair. She pulled her skirt up and spread her legs wide. Her vulva was circled by hair and all of it was as soaking wet as her panties. I got down on my knees in front of her. I could smell her scent. If her perfume was intoxicating, then her real scent was overpowering. I leaned forward to inhale her natural smell and licked my lips in anticipation. "Well," she said, "Do want you've wanted to do since the first time you saw me."
I licked her thigh up to her pussy and ran my tongue slowly along her lips. Like her scent, her juices were strong, musky but still sweet. The hairs of her crotch tickled my face as I wiggled around, trying to push back her hood from her clitoris with my tongue. When I felt the bump on my tongue and felt her body tense up, I knew I'd found it. Putting my mouth on her clitoris, I lightly suckled her, using my tongue to firmly push and caress it.
She was soon squirming all over her seat. Her juices filled up her chair underneath her and wet my chin and neck. Her hands reached down to grab my hair, pushing my face harder and harder into her pussy. Her breathing grew louder and more rapid. Her moaning grew constant. Her body tensed up for a few seconds, then shook violently. Her exhale was guttural. Her pussy flooded my mouth with juices and I licked it up, trying to taste as much of her as I could.
"Oh my fucking god, David," she said, pulling me up to cover my face in kisses. "That was amazing! You really do find me 'magnificent', don't you?"
For the first time that day, I wasn't embarrassed or humiliated, but I was... proud. Proud that I'd helped this beautiful sexy woman feel like the goddess she was. If it took some humiliation or embarrassment and a paddling to do it, I would have volunteered again.
"I think you've learned your lesson." She pulled me to my feet so that her face was at the same height as my crotch. Learning forward she took my erection into her mouth. She kept her face pressed against my belly while her tongue licked the head and shaft of my erection. Her hands moved around to hold my bare bottom that was still fiery red from the paddling. She used her nails to scrape my cheeks and push my hips forward. I was on the verge of orgasm when she slipped a finger between my cheeks and flicked it over my anus.
I came with a force that caused me to fall backwards against her desk. She didn't release her mouth but just kept sucking me for every drop until I was empty. When I was finished, she stood up in front of me. She towered over me. Smiling, she reached under my arms and lifted me to my tippy toes. She kissed me, using her tongue to force open my lips. I was enjoying the warmth of her mouth when she pushed my own semen into my mouth. I'd never tasted semen before and was surprised it wasn't disgusting, but just hot and salty. She just kept kissing me, using her tongue to scoop some back up and take it back into her mouth, sharing it with me.
When she finally broke the embrace, she picked up my underwear off of her desk. Using them like a towel, she cleaned us both off and wiped off her chair, she threw them in her desk drawer with the paddle.
She told me to get dressed while pulled her skirt down and took her seat again. It felt weird to put on my pants without any underwear, but I did feel better about being dressed again. She motioned for me to retake my chair in front of her desk. I tried to sit down but my sore bottom made me stand right back up. She let out a giggle that caused me to smile.
"You know, David," she said, "I think we're compatible. You're very passive and I'm, obviously, naturally dominant. It's not easy for a woman of my size and age to find a man that excites me as much as you have. One who won't question my decisions or fight me when I carry them out. I think I want to see you again. Would you like that?"
"Use your words."
"Yes," I said, "I'd like to see you again... um..." It occurred to me that I didn't even know her name.
"Evelyn," she said, reaching out her hand. I shook her hand, realizing how oddly formal this was after what had just happened. "How does a date Friday night sound?"
Rubbing my sore behind through my pants I told her Friday would be great. She asked for my address and telephone number. I happily gave her both. After one more hug and another deep kiss, I turned to leave but she told me to wait. She picked up her wet panties and handed them to me.
"You can enjoy my scent as often as you want," she said, "but when I pick you up Friday, they better be clean."
Curiosity got the better of me. "What if they're not?"
"Then you'll get an even worse spanking," she said, grabbing my hair in her fingers, "and I won't let you keep my wet panties after our date."
I couldn't wait for Friday.
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