I didn't do it ! Was the word I uttered as I was steered to the security office at the Airport. A thousand eyes seemed to be watching as the tall officer gripped my arm tightly. Embarrassed and red faced I looked down and let him guide me through a door. Inside was a rather stark room. One table. Two chairs. A basin on the wall and a strange loo.
Sit ! Said the officer. I sat.

Tick tick tick... time dragged on... eventually the door opened and a female officer walked through the door. Nodding at the tall guy as he left. She placed a form in front of me and a basket on the table all covered in plastic. From it she took out another bag , some sterile paper apron and a wrapped package. Sign here she sharply indicated thrusting a pen at me. I looked at the form but it was in another language. I opened my mouth to protest but before I could I was ....

Once a year I travel to to a conference to see the newest gadgets and updated software etc. This year it was at a lovely coastal hotel. I packed my costume and a bikini I still hadn't ever worn. I am a very large 47 year old  lady you see and as such was a bit shy. This bikini would be for a night dip I thought to myself. 


Day one: on the flight down I got the widow seat. Next to me was a lovely old lady and next to her a rather dashing young man. He looked quite young maybe 21 I thought. He had earphones in and appeared to be napping. The old lady chatted on and on and on. Eventually I feigned sleep. I must of nodded off cause I was being rubbed over my big tummy and to my side. Opening my eyes I stared right into the young man's blue eyes. I was just trying to put your buckle on he said and sat  back next to me. I nodded and did up the safety belt as the turbulence jostled the craft. Where is the old lady I asked. She was taken to the front area as she was feeling ill. I nodded.  I'm Candy I introduced myself. Mark he said  grasping my hand.  We chatted a bit and shortly after that plane landed. He walked with me to the terminal.  May I have your number he asked. Blushing I agreed. 


Day two:  sometimes these things can be so boring. The speaker droned on about why one approach to a product was better than another. My phone vibrated in my pocket and I glanced at the message that popped up. "Dinner. 7pm. Will fetch you. From the plane feeler."  Giggling quietly I replied "sure formal or casual?  " casual  very casual. Beach party." "Ok " I replied. 


The day took forever or at least felt like it. Eventually upstairs showered and feeling naughty I put on my bikini instead of a bra and panty. Over the top I threw a lovely  light summer dress. Sandals on and flowers in my hair. Just as I was about to leave a knock on my hotel door. Opening was a busboy with a tray on which sat an envelope.  "Please don't get mad will be a bit late. Have ordered you a drink in the bar downstairs.  Please meet me there. "


I followed the busboy to the elevator. Inside he gave me directions to the bar.  He was very sweet and even looked at my face at least half the time instead of my ample cleavage.  It was quite nice being ogled.


A strawberry daiquiri later I was presented with a a gift and an apology. I'm so sorry I'm late. The beach was lovely. We danced barefoot ,we drank and talked. We kissed and made out several times. It's been a long time since my nipples were so sensitive from all the rubbing that my bikini top material was  like sandpaper.  We watched the sunrise sitting on the beach his arms around me and his hands on my breasts. He kissed my neck and whispered naughty thoughts into my ear. 


Day three: Just made it back from the beach in time to shower and head downstairs for the first discourse. Sitting on the chair my arms crossed on the table trying hard to not nod off.  My phone vibrating in my pocket  woke me. Oops. Glancing at the message. "Sleeping at seminars is strictly forbidden Candy... you going to have to get a spanking for that !"  I giggled and glanced around the table at the disapproving faces.. how...ah looking further I spotted Mark at the doors leaning casually in jeans and a button shirt. He was gorgeous.  Making my excuses I walked over to him. "Let's grab coffee " he says taking my hand and pulling me out.  Instead of going to the coffee shoppe he leads me up to my suite.  "You are so adorable " I hug him thank you as I see a cart filled with breakfast and coffee upon entering.  Kicking off my heels I  plop on the large sofa. You just saved my life I mumble around a piece of bacon.  Smiling he hands me a cuppa. 


Several minutes later and feeling much better I excuse myself to go change out of the formal suit I'm wearing. If I'm skipping today I might as well be comfortable.  Stripping off quickly I select a rather short black frock  and  hold it up in front of me by the mirror. Oh ! Mark is standing there watching me ! Blushing I  just stare as he crosses the room and takes the dress out my hands dropping it to the floor.  He steps back looking me over slowly as I blush even more.  My white lace bra and matching panty barely contain my big boos and ample bum and hips.  Embarrassed I try move away but Mark just reaches out and grabs me kissing me passionately. His tongue dancing over my lips into my mouth as his hands seem to be trying to touch all of me at once.  He takes my hand and puts it over is jeans.  "See what you do to me ?"  I nod as he kisses me again. I undo his shirt in the small space between our bodies. Finally opening and spreading it over his shoulders . His naked  smooth firm defined chest is finally under my  hands and I rub them over feeling and enjoying his skin. Brushing over his nipples  and down to his waist.  He moans against my mouth.  I unbuckle his belt and button on his jeans.   He kiss walks me backwards to the bed.  He stops and looks at me all flushed and panting.  I'm shaking I want him so much.  He  runs his hands up my arms to my shoulders hooking my bra straps and sliding them down slowly. I marvel at his control when all I want to do is ravage him.  As my nipples  show up out the lace he bends and takes each one into his mouth kissing and rolling it briefly.  My hands cling to his naked shoulders for support as I moan in pleasure.  Standing up he removes the bra and drops it on the floor. "You have gorgeous boobs" he smiles  as he cups them. I nod and reach for his jeans again this time getting the zip down.  I sit on the edge of the bed as he kicks off his shoes. Putting my lips on his warm stomach I slide my hands down his legs pushing the denim with them.  I glance up at  him as he kicks them off also and I move my mouth softly over the cotton covering his nice big bulge.  I let my lips slide over the material tracing the ever hardening cock beneath.  My warm breath and lips teasing him.  I reach up and tug the cotton down just a bit. To my delight his hard cock frees itself popping the head out and I greedily suck it onto my mouth quickly.  Mark almost stumbles as I do this and grabs my head with one hand and my shoulder the other.  My hands pushing the cotton down to his ankles and then up again to his balls. I sit back and look at him  as he  tugs my head away.  He is so hot I think licking my lips wanting to continue my oral explorations of his body and very delicious looking cock.  Mark however leans down and kisses me.  "Candy I'm barely  holding on.. do that now and I wont last to put it in here"' he says touching my panty.  I nod. 


"I want you in me please " I  beg.   Get on your knees. I turn round on the bed onto my hands and knees. Mark  tugs my lace panty over my large bottom  and with a little  tugging right off. His hands slide over my hips down  over my bottom and one hand feels my pussy. I gasp as he finally touches me there. He slides a finger through my hot wet slit right up to my star.  I feel it then . He  moves closer.  His legs between mine. His cock rubbing in my juices as I gasp and moan. Pushing in easily my wet pussy surrounds his fullness.  He freezes a few beats.  Then strokes. Another. Again and again pushing balls deep into me faster and faster.  His hands pulling on my hips as he  pounds me. It's all I needed.  I ride with him pushing back to his thrusts. My pussy starts to clench tighter and I feel his cock respond harder.  I cum hard yelling my pleasure and soaking his buried deep in me  cock.  He grunts and cums. Jerking hard on my hips.  Still in me we collapse on the bed.




Shall I tell you the rest ?

It all started soon after I got a new job as a temp in the next town.  Driving from one to the other took about 2 hours and although I love driving I was a bit bored after the first month.  One of the first times I inadvertently flashed was on a very hot day. I had the aircon on but it must of been out of gas. I opened the window to let in the warm wind, better than no wind. Being a large girl I was especially unimpressed with the heat. I undid my shirt letting it spread open showing my blue lace half cup  bra and feeling much better for it. 


Just then a big truck started to overtake. I glanced up and the trucker was ogling my big barely covered in lace boobs. I smiled slightly  embarrassed  but also blushed as I realised I was enjoying it.  The trucker maintained speed alongside my car and whistled and gestured that I should pull down my bra. Not thinking twice I carefully pulled my bra down letting my boobs spring free.  The trucker honked his horn.  Blushing furiously I sped up and drove off. 


A few days later on my drive I couldn't help but remember the incident.  Feeling a bit naughty I decided to see if another trucker would seem keen on staring. I undid my top and shimmied my skirt up to flash my matching red bra and panty. 


I slowed the car down and turned on the radio.  No car or truck was in sight sadly.  I began singing along to the radio and just drove.  Ahead a truck  turned into the road. I gulped and slowed wondering if I should do this or if it was silly.  What the hell let's just test it I thought . If the trucker seems to enjoy the show of a voluptuous fatty showing her stuff I knew I would be on the road to being a serial flasher, if not I would behave myself from now on . 


I pulled into the right lane and cruised past the truck slow. I didn't look at him. I pulled ahead a bit then kept the same speed.  To my delight the truck sped up alongside  and honked his horn.  I glanced up at not one but two faces staring down at me.  The passenger was shouting across the driver's side for me to pull over   I shook my head no. I then started to tease my nipple  tugging it up out of the half bra.  I did the same to the other nipple.  The truck kept pace as I tugged my hardening nipples. I slipped my hand down and moved my panty aside showing my mons. I smiled and winked at the guys and drove off to lewd shouts and whistles. Giggling to myself I was so invigorated. That felt great and I was definitely turned on. 


Over the next two months I proceeded to flash every chance I got. I was never disappointed at the response and I felt great. Then one sunny afternoon on my way home I was busy teasing a trucker when a motorcycle traffic cop pulled alongside my car. My heart stopped as he gestured me to the side of the road. 


I pulled over and hastily tried to arrange my clothes. Not that it mattered as he had already got an eyeful.  The tall officer strode up to my window and asked for my license. I blushingly gave it to him. 


Well Miss Candy he said looking at my card. You have been a very naughty lady. I nodded not sure what to answer. Please exit the vehicle. I opened the door and got out. My skirt was still bunched up around my hips and my red lace knickers were on display. I reached to tug it down but the officer put his hand right over my knickers pushing them into my pussy. I see this is a turn on for you he stated as I gasped. You are soaked through. 


Nodding I just stood there one leg in the car and one leg out with this tall officer grasping my most intimate wet soaked spot.  I have heard on my ham radio of the sexy flasher in this area and they were right you are a large pleaser. I nodded again. 


Look Miss Candy I'm not going to fine you today and you are lucky ; very lucky we are on a fairly busy road or I would  have to inspect these allegations a great deal more. He let go of my hot wet pussy and told me to get back in the car as another few vehicles approached.  I almost fell in so relieved was I. 


Smiling a gorgeous smile at me he took out his notebook and "checked" the car walking right round and back to my window as the vehicles drove by. Leaning down to my window he stated Show me your big boobs like you do the truckers. 


Blushing furiously I undid the two buttons  I had managed to close before and opened my shirt. My nipples were still standing at attention above the bra line. He reached in and tweaked my nipple  rubbing then teasing a moan out of me. Letting go he stood up. Next time Miss Candy you might get more than you bargained for. Be careful. 


He strode to his motorcycle parked just ahead of my car as I breathed in a great sigh. If only he knew I thought. I might have enjoyed his close inspection.....

(The lace bra nipple image I just posted was taken after his rather forward tweaking.)

Candy had driven to this unfamiliar part of town because she wanted to try something new, and as she stepped out of her car, she reminded herself again that even though the whole weekend was booked for this “adventure,” it was all her idea and she could back out at any time.

For as long as she had even known about sex, Candy had shameful sexual fantasies. Alone in her fantasies, she dreamed of a faceless man taking total control of her, bringing out her hidden desires, tying her up, “forcing” her to do all the nasty, naughty things she knew she would love… but she was a nice lady, with nice friends and a nice family, so she was embarrassed to tell anyone about her secret desires. No one on earth knew how badly she needed to get fucked hard and dirty, how her pussy dripped when she even thought of a strong man taking control of her… But she decided on her 47th birthday that the time had come to see what would happen if she actually lived out her secret desires. She was brave a few minutes ago, safe in her car, but now, as she closed the door behind her and made her way down the dark street, she was wondering if this had been such a good idea.

Candy walked up the avenue on the way-too-high heels the stranger had asked…ordered… her to wear, and she scanned the street nervously, worried that someone would see her.

Candy had a nice curvy figure—generous big breasts, round ass, thick thighs and long legs but she wasn’t the type of girl to dress sexy. So it was hard for her to go to the store and buy what the man told her she must wear…but here she was, looking like a total slut: Skintight black dress that just covered her ass cheeks, tiny thong panties with no bra, her big round breasts bouncing with each step she took nearly falling out the low vee. Her face flushed with embarrassment as a driver slowed down to take a look at her strutting down the block, unexpectedly, Candy felt a rush of horniness when she pictured herself, her long hair hanging down her back, her full breasts bouncing with each step and her panty just visable as she walked closer to the address he had given her.

Candy had “met” the stranger over the Internet, one of those amateur naughty sites. Something about the way he wrote appealed to her for some unknown reason, and she couldn’t resist and arranged a meeting. Even as he told her what her “assignments” were to be (what she was to wear, what she was to bring with her to their date) she could hardly believe she had agreed, but here she was, walking down the street, carrying a bag full of sex toys and dressed like a prostitute.

Candy swallowed hard and knocked on his door. No answer, but the door swung open slowly. The room was lit with candle light. Candy stood at the doorway.

“Come in,” a voice in the shadows said deeply, and Candy stepped over the threshold. “Step into the center of the room, spread the contents of the bag out next to you, and get on your hands and knees… Now!” the deep voice commanded.

Candy stepped into the dark room, spread the bag of leather straps, blindfolds, sex toys and handcuffs next to her, and then, face burning, heart pounding and hands shaking, Candy knelt on the cushioned floor, hands in front of her.

“That’s good,” the deep voice said.

And Candy waited like that, fear mixed with excitement, every nerve ending pulsing, until, finally, after what seemed like forever, she heard faint footsteps from behind her. Candy felt a heavy hand caressing her ass through her dress, and turned her head to look at him.

SLAP! He brought his palm down on her ass, and a stinging fire went through her.

“Keep your eyes down, slut,” he said, and her head snapped back down. Candy felt him roll her skintight dress up over her ass, and heard his breathing speeding up as he caressed her full smooth round ass.

This is crazy, Candy thought to herself, but she didn’t get up, and she didn’t say the word they had agreed to beforehand, she just knelt their, panting quietly as a total stranger felt her ass and her pussy soaked her panty.

He roughly grabbed her cheeks, kneading them, and Candy couldn’t help but sigh as she stared obediently at the floor. He caressed her round ass, sqeezed it, then moved down her outer thighs, then moving up her inner ones squeezing and tickling her inner thighs with his strong hands as he knelt behind her, his fingers edging closer to her swollen wet pussy.

Candy was half aware of herself moaning slightly when he finally touched her slick pussy through her sheer panties, and she leaned into his hand, grinding her crotch wantonly against him. He grabbed a fistful of her hair and pulled her head back, whispering hoarsely in her ear, “You like that, don’t you?” he said.

Candy felt his hard, bare chest against her back and shivered.

“Tell me you like it,” He hissed.

“I like it…”

“You like what?” he said.

“I-I like you touching my pussy,” Candy admitted, and then moaned out loud. This was what she had always wanted…needed: Someone to release her inner slut.

He laughed quietly as he continued to rub her wet pussy through her panties, reaching up to grab one her big heavy tits with his other hand through the dress while leaning his weight against her and growling in her ear.

“That’s it,” he mumbled, “ rub yourself off on my hand, slut.”

Candy ground her pussy into his palm while moaning even louder. She had never been so horny in her whole life; she panted and moaned as she ground her hot throbbing clit against his hand. Candy wanted to please him so badly; she moved her hips wildly on his hand, around in circles as he stroked her back and hair.

A low groan escaped Candys lips and her muscles tightened…

“Oh…fuck…” she said as a massive orgasm screamed through her and her body convulsed again and again. Her legs and arms shook as her loud moans grew and she felt her pussy squeeze out her juices in pleasurable waves.

‘Oh my god, thank you so much…” she started to say, expecting their fantasy game to be over… but he stopped her with another hard slap to her ass, and she felt the stinging sensation spread as he slapped her panty covered pussy sharply.

“Now, stand up.”

Candy snapped to attention and stood on shaky legs, and got her first look at the stranger. He stood before her in the dim light, shirtless, but wearing black jeans, with a riding crop in hand, a serious look on his face. The Stranger was around 6 feet tall, with short hair, piercing eyes and a mask covering most his face. Not bad at all. Candy stole a quick glance at his crotch, and was happy to see that the scene obviously turned him on too: his big cock was straining the denim.

“Remove your dress. Now,” he commanded, and Candy lifted her slutty dress over her head. She shyly stood before him, almost naked and very blushing.

“We’re going to have a lot of fun…” he said softly, while stroking his hard dick through his jeans. “Get over here and take my jeans off.” He said, and Candy immediately knelt in front of him and undid his belt buckle.

Her eyes at crotch level, his hand in her hair, Candy slid his fly down. She gasped at the size of the cock that popped out… it was only half hard, and it was still a big cock. He stepped out of his jeans, and grabbed his dick by the base, pumping it a few times in front of her lips…

“Oooh, I can’t wait to cum all over your face,” he breathed, and she felt herself blushing more, turned on by how crude he was, so different from the “nice” boys she was used to.

“In fact, that’s just what I’m going to do… you just kneel there, slut, while I jerk off all over your face,” he said, his fist increasing it’s rythym on his cock.

“Lick my balls while I jerk off,” he commanded. Candy did. She got right between his legs and began tonguing his balls while he stroked his cock, occasionally stopping to rub the head obscenely on her soft cheek.

Candy felt her pussy growing aroused again and moved her hand down to work on her clit.

“Open your mouth up,” he panted, and Candy did. He put the head of his big cock in her mouth, and slowly slid it a bit deeper while he continued to jerk off…

Spit ran down her face as she furiously tongued his cock head while working her own pussy.

“Mmmm…. Good… yessss…” he panted, and began fucking her face fast. Then she felt his cock slip from her lips and warm jet of cum shot into her face, starlting her. And it kept on, spurt after spurt of warm goo coated her panting face and dripped down on her big creamy breasts.

Candy was in a sex haze, and licked every drop of sperm off while her own orgasm tore through her from her clit play.

He stood back and looked at her, watching her lick his cum from her lips.

Moving back he flopped onto the sofa. "Come here. Stand in front of me. " Blushing Candy stepped forward. "Spread you legs over mine" . Candy did as directed. Sir moved his knees apart forcing Candy to spread her legs wide.

Sir reached up and pinched a nipple in each hand causing them to jump to harder attention. Grabbing handfuls of her big breasts he kneaded and sqeezed them. Candy watched and a mewl of pleasure escaped her lips.

Sliding his hands over her full round curves to her panty he teased a long the edges. Then to Candy's shock he ripped the crotch open exposing her closely trimmed wet pussy. "Play with your breasts Candy" he stated as he sat back.

Blushing Candy stood there legs spread and teased her nipples in her fingers. Her quick breaths showed her enjoyment and her flushed cheeks her embarrassed horniness. Sir watched.. looked her over like a prize piece of meat. His hand reached up and tugged the remains of her panty aside and ran a finger up and down Candy's swollen wet slit. Never deep enough to pleasure but deep enough to tease against her clit making Candy gasp at each pass.

"You want more ? " he deeply growled

"Yesss please Sir " Candy begs despite having cum twice already.

Sir leans forward sliding his hands round to grab roughly at Candys ass as his face buries in her sweet wet pussy. Candy feels his tongue snake against her hard clit and she gasps grabbing at his hair. He nibbles her then sharply bites her hard enough for Candy to yelp in surprise and try leap back but his hands keep her firm as he sucks deeply on her hot pussy again.

Candy feels her legs shake as his tongue flicks against her clit. He senses the need for her to lay down and moves her onto the couch legs spread wide for him. Candy is deep red from lust , embarrassment and her mind telling her that this is all she ever dreamed.

He sits looking at Candy with one leg over the back of the couch and one leg on the floor. Her pink wet pussy catching the candle light. Her hard clit peeping from its hood. Her flushed cheeks. Grabbing his phone he takes a picture.

Candy protests but Sir just says "Keep quiet. Keep still!"

Candy feels her pussy betray the turn on and wetness runs out and down towards her ass.

Then Sir does what she desires most and firmly plants his mouth over her clit. He sucks her roughly and fast. Candy screams out as the sensations overwhelming her already twice cum pussy climb beyond comprehension. Candy groans loudly as she starts to cum again and begs him to stop but keeps her hands in his hair pulling him in urging him on.

Sir doesn't stop..

Hello I'm Candy, I smile as I shake the salt and peppered hair man's hand. He greets me warmly and invites me inside. His home is quaint and a bit old fashioned but I suppose it suits his age. I follow him to an overflowing office.

Just a few formalities he smiles passing me a printed sheet and form. I glance it over and start to fill in the questionaire. At the "will own clothing be used or staging attire ?" I look up at him... Do you have my size I ask? blushing.

You see I'm not a small lady. I am what they call a bbw I think. I have large curvy hips and a nice round ass. My big boobs are more than a handfull and the rest is luscious curves.

Oh yes Candy I cater for all sizes but I especially cater for the big ladies he winks at me. I blush even redder. I sign on the dotted line.

OK he says standing up and taking my papers. Yes . Yes. Ohh I'm going to enjoy this he smiles. Follow me.

Down at the end of the passage is a huge kitchen. And beside the pantry a plain door. We go through and down stairs to a basement. It's beautifully lit and sub divided into four distinct areas with lights and cameras surrounding each area.

He takes me to the back area. Burlesque he says. In there is the wardrobe. Everything is clean and pressed. Pick something and we will start.

The small dress room is surrounded by mirrors. Nervous of my first sexy photo shoot I pick out a tight corset. Thigh high boots. Stockings, a mini and a feather boa. Blushing I gulp at my reflection. I can do this . I can do this. I push open the door.

He glances up. Don't worry or be nervous. Let's start. Go over to the drinks tray and pour yourself one. Think sexy fun.

I nod and walk to it. A low table set between two deep red high back chairs. A selection of glasses and drinks are on it. I bend over to pour a stiff drink to calm my nerves. I hear several clicks of the cameras. I glance up as he comes over. He turns my hips slightly. Moves my long hair over my shoulder and loosens the corset slightly letting my big breasts push out more. Now widen your stance . I part my legs a bit more. He tugs àt my panty pulling it tight against my pussy. The mini shows it all when I'm bending like this.

Stay he says and walks back to the cameras. Click click several flash. Beautiful he says. Now slowly go sit in that chair. I do as he says.

He stops and walks to the back. Here he says put these on. Black stilletoes. I do. Now this. I blush as he undoes my corset taking it off he helps me put on a cheeky half cup. I'm very embarrassed but he just carries on. Wow that looks great he smiles as my boobs are proudly displayed. The nipples only just hidden leaving a delicious peek of areola. Sit. I sit and let him move me into position. One leg over the armrest exposing a peek of the thin lace panty. I take a gulp of my drink as he shoots more pics.

By now I'm relaxing more and the drink helps. I flirt with the camera a bit. He is pleased. I move my glass over my chest down between my legs. The cameras click it all.

Take them off he says. I blush but stand and slide them down my legs. Pour another he huskily says. I bend slow. Revealing my bottom as the mini rides up. I look at him over my shoulder as I spread my legs just enough to show my shaved fat pussy. The cameras flash.

I'm really turned on now. He very deeply suggests I touch my pussy while bent like that. I shyly decline. He comes over and takes my hand. Here he says put one leg here and the other on the other side. I blush even redder as he has me straddle a clear glass table. Do as I say Candy. I'm not asking.

I gulp and nod. I can't help it. I have always been a bit of a sub especially when aroused. I love a man in charge. Beneath the glass are several lenses. I straddle the table as he helps .

Good girl Candy. Now I'm going back there and you WILL do as I say. I nod. Soft music plays and he tells me to move while stay straddled. Dance and run your hands over your big body.

I close my eyes and imagine I'm alone. Horny. And wanting a good hard cock in me. I move my Hands down my neck to my breasts. I tug the cups down freeing my already hard nipples. I tug them and moan as I tease my nipples. Squeezing them roughly then tickling them softly. My pussy wettens with appreciation.

One hand glides to my mini hem and under stroking my smooth mons. I moan as I let a finger slip into the wet parted lips to touch my clit. The cameras click almost as fast as I start to flick my clit making me glisten wetness.

I don't care anymore I just want to enjoy the sensation as I circle and tease myself. Wait he says and I freeze.. why ? He brings over a long thick vibrating dildo which he suction cups to the glass between my spread legs. I giggle.

He walks back and says. GO. I look down at the vibrating toy as I rub my clit more. I slip a finger into my pussy.... Oooh yes very wet. I lower myself down letting my juices wet the head as it vibrates my clit. I can't wait any more. I slide down the dildo to the base as I groan in pleasure. I start to ride up and down hearing the wet noises as I moan louder. Oooh oh oh I'm so close.

It stops vibration and two hands grab me from behind lifting me off. Nooo I whine please.

He removes the dildo from the table. Bend forward he says and put both hands on the table. I do .

I'm filled then with a nice big real hard cock. I scream out my eagerness as he pounds me from behind balls deep. I'm climbing again to orgasm.

I gasp as I cum to his thrusts. His hands grip my hips as he grunts his release inside me.

All caught on camera. I can't wait to see it.

It was a sweltering hot day and the road seemed to go on forever. You could see for miles along as there were few hills and little vegetation in this arid highveld.

Candy, thats my name really, turned up the air conditioning in my old ford fury. The radio was playing cds as there was no signal out this far. The horizon shimmered in the heat.

I was on her my to my grandparents farm. I hadn't seen them for ten years but was still nervous. I was a nice plump lady with a full figure and big boobs and an ass that would not fit in a beauty magazine. My gran would not approve.

I looked down at herself. I had better stop somewhere and change clothes into something more gran friendly. I smiled though as my cleavage showed nicely in the black v neck shirt. The white lace mini (from in the pic) was one of my favorites for driving in. Today , as with most days I wore no panty. The cool air conditioning stroked all over the nicely exposed skin.

Nearly noon. It was hot outside. Still a few hours to drive. Sputter. Oh dear now what ?

Nooo ! The fury engine sputters again then stops. Great.. just great ! Pulling onto the verge Candy shakes her head. I try the engine again... Sputter. .. die. Crap !

Popping the hood. I grab my phone and get out... hot hot sand .. quickly I slip on my heels. No signal. I walk to the front and open the bonnet...steam billows out. Leaving it open I walk around holding my phone up hoping for an inkling of a signal. Nothing. And not a car in sight. It's so damn hot here. I get back in the car just for some shade. I guess I wait till someone comes past.

An hour later and a car finally comes into sight. I jump out and wave them down. They don't slow... then do. A young man and his wife look me over. Car trouble ?

Yes. Please help if you can. As he reaches for his door his wife grabs him staring and shakes her head. He looks at me again and shrugs. "I will tell the mechanic in the next town where to find you. It may take an hour or so. Do you have water ? " he asks . I shake my head no and he gets out and walks round popping the boot. He bends in and grabs a bottle. Here. I walk back and take it. I smile thank you so much . He is looking me over. I can see his jeans start to grow. I wink and blow him a kiss. His wife calls and he shuts the back. As they leave I hear yelling.

Ah ice cold water. I head back to my car.At least help is on the way . An hour Mr getting hard said. Back in the car I open all the windows and put up the windscreen sun screen. At least that helps even if it blocks the view. I'm not missing much.

Time passes slowly when you waiting. Fifteen minutes later....

Letting my mind roam to Mr getting hard I wondered if he got much sex... giggling I yelped as I messed cold water down my cleavage. Actually that feels nice...I dribble some more and gasp as it slowly slips between my big breasts and under them. My nipples spring to attention. I rub the condensation onto my nipples leaving a wet patch on my shirt. Mmm both of them feel great now.

Feeling naughty now and hot I decide a great way to pass the time would be to cool down. I put one foot up on the dash and the other on the passenger seat. Taking the cold bottle I move it up my fat thigh gasping at the coolness. My one hand teases my wet nipple as I drag the bottle up my thighs to the hot middle. Oh my word !! That feels amazing !

I close my eyes as I get goosebumps all over. My clit surges at the cold. I dribble some water over my spread pussy. Gasping.

Oooh that's so good. I lean back and imagine Mr getting hard holding the bottle as I rub it up and down my wet pussy. I lick my lips and bite my lip as I apply a bit of pressure mmmmm yes .... Mr getting hard would be having quite a show I imagine opening my eyes and oh my god !!!!

Standing at the passenger window is a young man staring with a cheeky grin on his lips. His big eyes were intent on my pussy as the bottle rubbed up and down then stopped. I got such a fright I dropped the bottle messing water and exposing myself even more ! I scrambled up to sitting and grabbed the door handle. He was laughing.

I was blushing red and so embarrassed as I got out the car mumbling an apology. Speak up he said in a deep voice. I glanced at him curious as I said my apology louder explaining I thought I was alone and waiting for the mechanic who was supposed to take at least an hour and I was passing the time... I was babbling. This young man took quick steps round the car and grabbed me in a crushing kiss. His hand roughly grabbing at my big breast squeezed hard. I could feel his hard body pressing me to the car and his even harder bulge against my stomach.

Shocked I reacted by kissing him back.. it was delicious and I. .. I pushed at him ! What are you doing I yelped as he let me up for air. Only what you want ma'am he grinned. Now be a good lady and (sliding his hand between my legs) let me taste this wet pussy.

His fingers stroked the cool wetness making it hot. I moaned and didn't stop him as he knelt down lifted my mini leaning in he licked my smooth skin. His hands pushed to open my thighs and I didn't deny. His mouth was warm and his tongue teased into my slit. I grabbed at his head to steady myself and to urge him on as he lapped at my clit. I was blushing red and so turned on I could feel my wetness on my thighs.. yes yes I moaned I was going to cum... he stopped ! Just left my throbbung hard clit deserted and wanting as he stood up licking his lips. Ma'am you taste delicious. Now here's what you going to do. .. his hands were undoing his belt... I nodded and sat on the drivers seat facing out spreading my legs as he stood between them.

His jeans opened and slid down and I tugged at his underwear. As his hard cock sprang loose I grinned at him then took it into my mouth. It was so warm and hard. The head practically filled my mouth as I sucked on it. Rolling my tongue along the bottom I tried to take in as much as I could. He wrapped a hand through my long hair urging me on deeper. I cupped his balls with one hand and held the thick hot shaft with the other as I bobbed up and down on his cock. He let out a moan.

This made me want more and I sucked deeply as his hand held my head. Then he started to thrust gently in and out... deeper ..harder.. I could taste his precum in the back of my throat... he grabbed my head with both hands.. stop he growled. I froze. Good girl. He stepped back... he was glorious all hard and wet in front of me..I wanted him in me so badly. Please. . I shyly mumbled. Taking my hand he stood me up. Turn round and put your hands on the seat. I did as he asked very quickly. He nudged my legs wider with his foot as his hand slid onto my pussy. I was so wet... I groaned at the touch. He slapped my ass quite hard then ! And as he did two fingers dipped into my wet hole. It was amazing. My pussy clenched at his fingers as he worked them in and out in time with a smack on my ass...

I was a slut right then... he had me moaning wet and ready to cum... but once again he stopped leaving me on the edge of cumming. He slid his wet fingers over my clit a few times then through my slit and onto my tight ass hole. He rubbed it. Then gripped my hips with both hands and thrust his cock deep into my wet pussy.

It was what I wanted...neeeded.. had to have and I yelled out my pleasure as he thrust into me again and again. I'm going to.... I heard and felt his release as he gripped my wide hips hard emptying his cock balls deep into my cumming pussy.

We stayed like that awhile panting .. then suddenly he laughed and said "by the way my name is..."

The car ambled along with a moderately gentle purr, a small mercy for which I was exceedingly grateful. I had no idea how long the journey would be; I’d been told nothing before being pounced upon, stripped naked and xxxxxxxxxx into my current predicament.  


You’ll be thinking I was a passenger inside the car. Oh, if only that were the case. And no, I wasn’t even given the luxury of closeted darkness in the boot. I was  naked, on the car bonnet, securely strapped in place by cruel and imaginative restraints.  For a 47 year old fatty this was not easy.


My arms were stretched wide, and the thick leather cuff around each wrist was fastened to separate yet equally unyielding parts inside the closed bonnet.  


Legs spread crudely apart, a similarly secured cuff above each knee removing any hope of closing them. My ankles were also cuffed, each with a thick leather restraint chained to D rings on either side of a leather harness belt circling my waist. This had the effect of keeping my feet –adorned with 6-inch stripper heels, so I guess I wasn’t strictly entirely naked- propping my ass up in the air.  I’d begged for mercy that never arrived. 


To my humiliation,  my shaven cunt, was  puffy and slick from the humiliating exposure, the wet glimmer from embarrassment doubtless sparkling in the sunshine. My puckered tight-against-the-air assehole just above the bonnet. Both entrances plainly visible, feeling the sun, feeling the wind. My holes taking pride of place as the hood ornament. 


I was on my back , but I wasn’t head-down. Another luxury denied. My head was held in an upright position thanks to the wide padded collar and supports which wouldn’t allow me the mercy of looking away from the terror ahead, nor let me forget the unashamed exposure of my most intimate areas exposed between my strapped up knees. 


As the driver and his passengers cruised on to their destination, I was xxxxxxxxxx to face their amusement and lecherous comments.  My body spread naked, each small bounce in the road causing the straps to pull on my already tortured arms and upraised legs, and each breath  of breeze causing me to realise afresh how fully exposed both my holes were. Plus, the fear in my face and the humiliation haunting my eyes. I’d been pre-warned that for every time they noticed me closing my eyes, trying to hide, they’d make sure I got an especially brutal fucking, rather than considerate. If everything so far was considerate, I certainly didn’t want to experience brutal. 


The car veered and I realised we were turning into somewhere… our destination. Their destination; I was less than a passenger. Just an ornament. It seemed we were at a wide open space -to match my stretched wide-open pussy. My captors parked up in a shady spot; I realised to my shame I was actually grateful for this additional small mercy for my untanned skin.


I’d let myself hope that I’d be unhooked from the bonnet restraints, to allow my body some respite, and perhaps even the chance to look away from their taunting smirks and cuttingly crude remarks. It wasn’t to be. They sprang from the car with alarming enthusiasm once the motor was off, and despite my hopes, the increased volume of chat and laughter told me they’d met up with several other attendees. 


There was no chance to process the fact that an unknown number of new people were now undoubtedly enjoying the sight of their hood ornament. Without warning I was gripped by someone – I had no way of knowing who it was as I stared at him – it may have been one of my captors or it could have been a complete stranger. Not that it mattered, they would all take whatever they liked.  


Rough fingers suddenly probing into my pussy and rubbing over my clit made me cry out; the shock of human contact after just the kiss of the air. Seemingly satisfied with what he found he shoved his cock straight into my pussy without further warning. Everything about me loathed this, hated that it was happening. Everything about me, that is, apart from my traitorous pussy which obediently and happily produced lubrication for his urgently penetrating member. The fact I was restrained, unable to do anything but comply, plus the loud urging from the audience meant he blew his hot load deep inside my cunt before too long.  


He was the first of many. If I’d been counting, I’d have lost count; but I didn’t dare, and I wasn’t sure I remembered how to count. Being fucked by one cock -whether you agree or not- is breathtaking enough, but by what felt like several hundred cocks in one afternoon… At first the different sizes caused me to twitch and squirm in my bonds, as they fucked my held-open cunt one after the other. Unceasing fucking from long but slender cocks, shorter fat ones, and painfully large types which made me cry out as I could do nothing but stare straight ahead in terror or squeeze my tears out against the pinching and grabbing and my nipples were  so very abused. My body disagreed, my pussy was  greedy for yet more no matter how many cocks thrusted inside and filled me with hot cream, and my clit was screaming for more attention than the infrequent rough thrust of a few fingers as a brief prelude to yet another fuck. 


They held my upright calves to keep themselves steady while fucking; the stripper heels buckled on to feet I could no longer feel properly. Each pull on my legs from their pussy juice coated fingers pulling on my waist belt-restraint, betrayed  me. My  cries simply made them pull on my legs harder, as they fucked me violently; I realised I hadn’t been gagged as they wanted to hear me yelp and cry and scream. It just made them laugh louder, fuck me harder and cum inside me even more ferociously. 


Pretty soon they got bored of using my overflowing pussy, either that or everyone had had their turn. They turned their attention to my terrified, tight assehole. As their cum oozed out of my pussy and slithered down to my asshole and over the grille, the first to take my rear pulled my cheeks even wider apart and spat right on my most private entrance, despite it already covered cum. He had to pull me down roughly to gain proper access, shoving his meaty cock inside my ass  -encouraged by my screaming he used my big sagging breasts as leverage to pull.


Once he’d unloaded what I assumed was his second load of the afternoon  inside my ass, the clamours to be next were deafening. Somehow I could still hear my own heartbeat thumping inside my head as I attempted to relax into the rhythm of it, against everything that I am, or thought I was. There was no deceiving my horrified mind from the reality of my humiliated and abused body, despite my pussys insistence that it was all what I wanted, needed, deserved.  


The crowd began shouting suggestions as the men came one by one to thrust themselves into my ass, now copiously lubricated inside and out with cum.


Faster. Slower… now hard again. Spank her. Finger her at the same time. She loves it. Pull on her legs. Cum. Cum on her! Cum now. Hurry up. We want our turn.  


The ass-fuckings became more savage, and they showed no sign of slowing down or tiring, although the sun had long slipped in the sky beyond our shady spot. The bonfire gave plenty light.  The thick, sticky semen coating my entrance helped cushion me from friction but the repeated stretching then puckering as they came and left -only for another to take their place- meant it was stinging, badly. The urgent throbbing seemed to sync between my sphincter and deep inside my pussy, pulsing in my clit and burning in both my tortured nipples.  


I was nothing but an aching beacon, a depository for their cum, just holes for fucking and a toy to torture. My pussy battered and bruised, my ass  cheeks and tits slapped red raw by countless strong, masculine hands, and both holes stretched and aching from the amount of cock, the continual pounding and the oozing cum, some of which was xxxxxxxxxx back inside to lubricate each new fucking. The cum coated each inner thigh despite being spread wide, and I could feel the chill evening air highlighting spatters of it on the backs of my legs and over my fat tummy..  


Finally, I was left like that. I didn’t for one moment allow myself to believe they were satisfied, this was probably simply a break to recuperate their energy. The pleasure doll hood ornament was discarded for a soundtrack of satisfied laughter, beers and a BBQ; mingling with the unmistakable scent of fresh cum.

I'm supposed to be a good prim lady. You see I'm a mom of two beautiful children. I'm 47 years old. I am happily married to a sexy vanilla man who despite a very low sex drive is a great guy. I'm a large lady with big wide thighs and a round ass. I even have a fat tummy. My boobs have seen better years and sag a bit but for a bbw I think I'm still sexy enough. I feel sexy most of the time. My imagination definitely runs wild.

If my husband knew the way I thought about Carl, he would have freaked. If he only knew that I tended garden in my high-cut jean shorts and tight white tank top in the hopes that Carl would be outside mowing the lawn, washing his car, or even just getting the mail. If he only knew that I bent over, intentionally pushing my fat ass into the air, and spreading my legs, hoping that the tiniest hint of my thick lips could be seen pushing against the rough fabric. My body begged for Carl to look over and think about sucking on me.

Carl was everything my husband wasn’t. He was tall, with dark features, and tattoos covering both of his muscular arms. And he was charismatic. His wave and grin alone across the hedges was enough to send a flood of warmth and moisture down my torso and directly to my pussy. On many occasions, I fondled my breasts and rubbed my clit in the shower, eyes closed, fantasizing about it being Carl’s lips and hands on my dripping wet skin. My husband was fine. He was a nice, normal guy. And we had nice, normal sex. But I wanted to be pounded. I wanted someone to throw me up against the wall, bite my nipples, pull my hair, and demand for me to suck their cock. And I wanted that someone to be Carl. I wondered if he knew…

(Does she bend over like that on purpose God, I could suck on that pussy all day, every day. What I wouldn’t give to spread her fat ass cheeks open and explore both her holes with my tongue and fingers. I bet she could take my whole hand. And her tits. Her tits in that tank top were perfectly full and round like the melons she grew in her garden. I wonder if her pussy is shaved or if she’s left a little bit of softness there. I love a girl with some hair on her twat. It’s the perfect place for my cum to collect after l deposit my load all over her stomach. Fuck, she makes me hard.)

I kissed my husband goodbye for work. He really was a good man. I watched from the doorway as he pulled his silver Lexus out of the driveway and disappeared down the street. The sun was hot, beating down on my chest. I was still wearing one of his dress shirts from bed the night before. I undid a few of the top buttons, letting the warmth flood my neck and the top of my breasts. I wore my favorite black silk underwear underneath. I loved the way the smooth texture felt against my pussy. I reached down and gently squeezed my fat mound. I peeked outside the door toward the neighbor’s house. Carl’s jeep was still in the driveway. Even his car was sexy. I let out a grunt of sexual frustration and retreated back into the house. Maybe a nice shower would help. A nice hand shower where I could turn the nozzle down and let it beat onto my throbbing pussy while I imagined Carl fucking me. That sounded like the perfect start to my day.

I walked toward the kitchen. The cool tile floor beneath my feet felt good. I hadn’t realized how hot the sun really was, as I wiped the sweat from my chest. I could feel it slowly dripping down my stomach from beneath my breasts. I pulled my long hair onto the top of my head, securing it with a clip. The cool air felt good on the nape of my neck. I was just about to venture upstairs when I heard a knock at the door. It was more of a tap, really. I wasn’t even sure I’d heard it, so I paused and listened. Nothing. Fuck, I was losing my mind. I had just begun ascending the stairs when I heard it again.

I walked swiftly toward the front door frustrated over the interruption to my morning masturbation. I flung the door open, while simultaneously bursting out, “What the fuck do you want?” I was shocked, aroused, and confused to see Carl standing on the other side. He was looking up at me, from beneath his slanted eyebrows and damp hair. He wasn’t wearing a shirt and his body was even more amazing than I imagined. I envied the black panther tattoo that crept over his shoulder and down onto his pec. The cat’s mouth surrounded his nipple. It instantly made my own pussy throb with desire.

“What do I want?”

I don’t know that I’ve ever heard his voice. It was deep and masculine.

“I want to fuck you.”

The instant those words escaped his lips, I pounced on him like the panther on his chest. My legs wrapped around his waist and his hands instantly grabbed onto my ass checks. He lifted me up higher, propping my crotch on top of his swollen bulge. The tip of his cock was instantly drawn to my honey hole. I could feel his girth pressing through his jeans and pushing my silk panties deeper inside me. He feverishly tongued my mouth. He tasted like cinnamon and cigarettes. His tongue was like syrup in my mouth. It had a mind of his own as it stroked and massaged mine. He pushed through the door, closing it behind him without missing a beat.

He stumbled into the living room and tossed me onto the couch, dropping to his knees before me.

“I need to taste you.”

Pools of cum gathered in my panties. I could feel my thick juices spreading across my inner thighs. I thought for sure the minute he touched me I would release my hot liquid all over him. His fingertips reached up and expertly slipped my panties off my ankles. I ripped the button down shirt from my body. It felt like fire. I needed it off. I needed to feel the cold air and my own hands on my nipples. Carl took his hands and forcefully pushed my knees up toward my head. My dripping wet cunt was now inches from his lips. He stared into my hole as if it was a mysterious cave waiting to be discovered. I pushed my hips up, urging him to eat me. I pinched my nipples hard. They were as stiff as my now pulsating clit.

(What a beautiful pussy. I paused for a moment to take in the wonder of her thick folds and pink lips. Her clit was like a perfect pearl – pink and swollen, nestled in the hood of her fat cunt. Her pussy juice gleamed in and around her pleasure spot. Her crevice looked tight and hungry for my mouth, tongue, and fingers. I lapped up her juices with my tongue, using deep, even strokes. She tasted so fucking good.

The instant my lips touched her pussy she let out a cry. My shaft had never been this hard. It was stretching and pulsing inside my jeans. My fly could barely contain its thickness. But first, I needed to feel her cum on my face. I wanted to swallow every last drop of her sweet nectar. I worked my tongue up and down every fold of her skin, nibbling on her love button, driving her crazy. Her sweet cream was fucking delicious. Her thighs pressed tightly against my head. I easily slid my middle finger into her as her body opened up, welcoming the penetration. But one wasn’t enough. I slid two, then three fingers into her soft hole.

She was dripping, her hot thick juice engulfing my fingers and tongue. I finger fucked her hard and fast while my tongue circled her clt. She cried out in pleasure and her body jerked violently as her hot load poured down my throat and onto my hand.)

Oh my fucking God. His hands and his tongue worked my pussy in ways I’ve never felt before. How did he move his tongue so fast? His fingers felt like a thick cock inside me. But it was no match for the real thing. I lowered my legs down, placing my feet onto the floor. He watched as I feverishly undid his buckle and unleashed his monstrous dick. The hard shaft sprang into my open, waiting hand. It was thick and perfect. The veins running up and down his cock were throbbing. I wiped the precum from the tip with my fingers, licking it off while he watched. His eyes locked onto mine.

“Fuck me”.

I wasn’t asking it. I needed it now. I’d never needed to be fucked as bad as I did in that moment.

Carl positioned himself between my wide open legs. My cunt was still sensitive from my previous orgasm, but it didn’t stop me from grabbing into Carl’s hips and driving his cock deep inside me. He found his rhythm right away, pumping in and out with long, steady strokes. My pussy clamped tightly around his stiff tool. His hands grabbed tightly onto my tits, as they bounced in unison with our bodies. I grabbed onto his nipple and tugged. I could tell he liked it. His nipple hardened between my fingers and he bit his lip.

“Oh yeah, like that. Harder.”

I twisted and pulled on his perfect pink nipples while he forcefully rammed into me. I could feel the pleasure mounting inside my abdomen. He was going to make me cum again.

(Oh yeah. I could feel her pussy pressing hard against my shaft as I pumped faster and harder. She was so fucking wet. Her pussy cream was sliding down her asscrack and onto my balls. She was perfectly tight, just enough to squeeze my manhood but still give way to its thickness. The more she tugged on my nipples, the harder I got. The more I wanted to drive my cock deep inside her.

Her tits were perfect, filling my hands with their big softness. I loved watching her face twist and wince in pure ecstasy the harder and faster I fucked her. I could tell she was ready to go again. I was gonna make that pussy cum again. I applied pressure to her clit with my thumb, flicking it beneath my finger. It was driving her wild. The louder she got, the closer to climax I was. She moaned and squealed, begging me to fuck her harder. I couldn’t hold off.

I let out a long, heavy breath as my balls tightened and a rush of hot cum filled every crevice of her fat pussy. She was cumming too. She cried out, pulling harder than before on my chest. I drove my cock into her, grabbing on her ass and pulling her close. We came together, just as I had hoped we would. I didn’t move for a while after that, just staring down at her fat gorgeous body. I watched as her pussy slowly relaxed around my softening cock. Her eyes were closed and her lips were curled into a seductive grin. I wondered what she was thinking. That was the best pussy I’d ever had. And I wanted it again.)

Carl was the best fuck I’d ever had. I was hoping he recovered quick and was wondering if we’d have time for round two before my husband came home from work..