by Moxie North
He didn’t let up; he kept peppering her backside with sharp cracks of the flogger. Moving up and down both sides, placing some blows directly on the sensitive backs of her thighs which had her yelping, but not asking him to stop.
“More Rafe, I want more, harder, please,” she begged him.
Rafe added some harder strokes, making sure to balance them with softer, yet still stinging ones. Keeping Chloe on the edge, never being able to anticipate what was coming. In fact, she was the one that was about to come.
“Rafe, it’s soo good, I think I might come,” Chloe said her voice starting to slur.
She was drunk on endorphins, her body was floating. All her senses were focused on her ass, that was getting battered and her aching clit. She pushed her legs together and started humping herself against the couch, trying to ease the ache.
Each thrust forward she made, Rafe followed with a hard slap down the middle of her ass. A few tails from the flogger started to snap at her asshole. A few more times and Chloe was gripping the couch cushion and screaming into it as her orgasm burst out of her. She ground forward, trying to rub her clit against the cushion, as Rafe sped up his strokes.
Starbursts of light flashed behind Chloe’s eyes as the orgasm kept going and going causing liquid to gush out of her. When she finally felt the end of the massive explosion start to settle, the spanking stopped. But it was replaced by Rafe pulling one leg out and shoving his massive cock straight into her dripping cunt.
Chloe groaned and cried out and the sudden invasion. Her body desperately attempting to stretch and accommodate his girth as it was still contracting from her orgasm. Rafe started pounding into her, reaching up and curling her hair around a fist, he used his other hand to continue slapping her ass with the flogger.
“Oh baby girl, you are a dream come true!” Rafe exclaimed. “I’ve never made a woman cum just from a flogging. We are going to do that again and again pretty girl,” he promised.
He dropped the flogger to the couch and moved his hand around the front of her. He used his fingers to rub directly on the hood of her clit causing her to moan into the cushion. He paused then pulled back his hand and brought a sharp slap down directly on her clit. He thrust hard into her at the same time shoving her into the couch.
Chloe screamed and arched away from the sting. She had never even considered someone doing that to her. But as with everything else tonight, she wasn’t surprised when the sting faded to a slow burn.
Rafe brought his hand down on her clit again, snapping at its swollen tip. At the same time he thrust hard into her tight pussy. Chloe cried out again, tears stinging her eyes.
“Who does this belong to Chloe?” Rafe growled against her ear. “Who gets to punish this little clit and make you squirm?”
Chloe heard him, her brain was desperately trying to form words. When she didn’t answer fast enough she got another wicked slap against her achy nub.
“Yours Rafe, It’s yours, all yours!” she cried. She was happy to give this man ownership. He clearly knew how to rock her world and she never wanted it to stop.
“That’s right baby, I’ll take care of you. I’ll make you burn for me,” he promised in a deep voice laced with promise. He brought his hand back to her ass and continued his alternating smacks.
Chloe was lost, her ass was on fire. The flesh swollen and hypersensitive, the smacks Rafe was raining down were more pain than pleasure, but she didn’t care. Her pussy was stretched and filled with a massively hot man, who was whispering how amazing she was over and over as he plowed into her. This was heaven, she must be dead, she thought.
Rafe let go of her hair and brought his hand down to her abused clit and squeezed it between his fingers. Chloe let out a yelp and tried to pull away from the rough hand on her oversensitive flesh.
“Not getting away from me peaches, I want another one,” Rafe said into her ear.
He started working her clit between his thumb and finger back and forth like he was jacking her off. She had never felt anything like it. The pain of her ass and the hard press on her clit had her orgasm building again.
“I’m going to come again Rafe,” she cried out.
“Give it to me Chloe, show me how much you like my cock splitting you open,” he growled.
Chloe tipped her ass back and her entire body became bow tight as a hard, painful orgasm crashed over her. The muscles in the back of her legs cramped and her neck strained as she sought out every exquisite painful spasm she could.
Rafe picked up his thrusting, continuing to talk her through her climax.
“You want me to come sweetness? Fill you up with my hot cum? Oh you are too good to be true Chloe. I’m going to fuck you six ways to Sunday, just you wait. This is only the beginning.”
Rafe let go of her clit and brought both hands down to her hips and started pulling her into his thrusts, slamming into her as he watched her ass undulate in waves every time he pounded in. Rafe felt his orgasm start, his toes curled and his back arched as he let out a loud shout, jerking into her, filling the condom with his hot seed.
Taking a minute to compose himself, he dropped over Chloe’s back. Chloe was leaning over the couch, panting and moaning from the aftershocks.
“Did that just happen?” she mumbled.
“Yeah baby, that just happened,” Rafe chuckled. “And it’s going to happen again and again, because I’m keeping you.”
With that he rolled off of her and pulled of the condom, tossing it onto some tissue on the table. Chloe was still in position as Rafe reached up and pulled her into his lap so she was sitting draped across him.
“How is your bottom baby girl?” Rafe asked, peppering soft kisses along her face.
“Hot, and tender,” Chloe admitted closing her eyes and enjoying the caress.
“I’ll rub some lotion on it for you. I don’t want you too sore to play later,” Rafe said softly.
“Later?” Chloe asked. She didn’t want to hope that this wasn’t the end of their time together.
“You think I’m going to find a sexy, curvy, smart, and beautiful woman who not only likes to be spanked, but can come from it alone, get away? Sorry sweetness, if you were hoping for a one night stand, you are sorely mistaken,” Rafe said squeezing her tight.
Wow, just wow, Chloe thought. This kinda thing does not happen outside of bad romantic movies. But here she was sitting on the lap of a freaking hot guy, who happened to be a badass hero firefighter and he wanted to see her again. Maybe she was still under the loopy effects of the spanking, but she decided to play along.
“Um, ok,” Chloe said hesitantly.
“Um, ok? Don’t you want to see me again?” Rafe asked sitting up to look down at her, his eyes searching hers.
“I had such an amazing time tonight Chloe. I want to see you again, I want to spank you again and I most definitely want to fuck that sweet pussy of yours again.
I have so much I want to show you. I want to try my paddles on you. I want to get you over my spanking bench and line your ass with my cane. Of course not right away, it will take some time to work up to that. But I’m willing to guide you through all of it,” Rafe whispered, tucking a stray hair behind her ear.
“You have a spanking bench?” Chloe squeaked. What the hell?
“Oh baby, I have lots of toys I want to introduce you too. You took your spanking like you had been doing it for years. And the way you responded tells me there are all sorts of directions we can explore together,” Rafe said looking into her eyes.
“Say yes Chloe, say you will spend the weekend with me. Tell me I can take you out on a real date next week. And tell me you’ll let me spank your ass red whenever I want.”
Hmm, let’s see. Have this gorgeous man spend time with her, worship her body like it was a masterpiece and bring her mind blowing pleasure? Yup, she wasn’t that dumb to pass it up.
“I’d love to spend more time with you Rafe,” Chloe said with a soft sigh looking up at him.
“An
d?” Rafe prompted.
Chloe laughed and said, “Spend time with you, let you date me, fuck me, and paint my backporch red whenever you want.”
“That’s what I’m talking about!” Rafe said standing up, picking up Chloe like she weighed nothing, “Time for a shower and then I’ll make sure to pamper that backporch of yours with some nice soothing lotion. Then I’ll fuck you again.”
“A firefighter’s work is never done I guess,” Chloe said with a giggle as Rafe carried her down the hallway.
BBW on Fire
Nikki and Chase
By Moxie North
Copyright ©2014 Moxie North
All Rights Reserved
Kindle Edition
Table of contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 1
Another night and another drink. Nikki was putting the final touches on her makeup, heavy on the eye makeup, big hair and bigger attitude to match. Glancing in the mirror at her best friends, Nikki couldn’t help but smile. Her girls rocked, and she knew that as long as she had her ladies, she would be all right. Chloe and Izzy had been her best friends since middle school. They had found each other in a sea of hormones and cliques. A time in a young girl’s life that can decide the next decade of your life. Popular, nerdy, jock, or goth, those descriptors could seriously sway your life one way or another. Nikki was lucky, she met Chloe first.
Nikki had watched her walk into the lunchroom looking like a lamb heading to slaughter. She knew that feeling and dived in to rescue her from the fate of making the wrong choice of where to sit in a middle school maze. They had been best friends ever since. Looking over to her other friend Izzy, who was applying pink gloss to her already pink lips, she couldn’t help but smile.
Izzy, they had rescued from a potentially disastrous event when Izzy had dropped her lunch tray one day, garnering the attention of the entire student body. This would have been bad enough for anyone at that teen age, but Izzy was short, heavy, and dreadfully shy. This could have ruined the rest of her school career. Luckily for her, Chloe and Nikki were walking in behind her, saw her drop her tray and watched as the hush fell across the room. They looked at each other, shrugged, and both flipped their trays into the air.
By the time the food had splattered to the floor the room had erupted into an epic food fight. No one remembered who started it. The good news was no one had had the chance to laugh at Izzy, and Chloe and Nikki made a new friend.
They had fun whenever they were together, but especially when there was drinking and dancing. Chloe and Nikki would drag Izzy to movies, bowling, and painting classes. The girls always found ways to get out and tonight they were planning on fun, alcohol, and hopefully ridiculously attractive, ripped men.
Tonight, Chloe had scored some tickets to a charity event for a new firefighter calendar. A hot bod contest to be exact. The winner got the coveted spot on the front of the calendar. All proceeds went to charity, a local pediatric burn unit. So, in Nikki’s world that gave the seal of approval to ogle the hot men of District 17.
Giving her hair a cursory pat, she was still getting used to her shorter hair. She had worn her hair in braids with varying lengths of weave for most of her life. Her girls had talked her into going natural. Now she had short corkscrews that she had highlighted red and copper. She finished up her makeup, keeping it smoky and heavy for evening, using a gold sparkly eye shadow to pick up the highlights in her hair.
She kept her lipstick a nude color against her mocha colored skin, which was glowing from her recent weekends spent sitting by the pool. She worshipped the sun and felt better with a tan.
“Ladies, time for shots!” Chloe sang out, heading toward the kitchen.
“Ugh,” Izzy grumbled. She threw down the eye shadow she was trying to put on.
“Let me help sweetie, you just need a little mascara and you are good,” Nikki offered.
Izzy was a chubby cherub. She had long blond hair, cornflower blue eyes and a peaches and cream complexion that tanned like the Coppertone girl in the summer.
Nikki herself was what most would consider big-boned. She was 5’9 and had a size 16 waist. Add to that a full DD bust and a booty and thighs that usually had her shopping in the 22-24 section. She made the most of her T and her A and she loved it. She was big and beautiful. She loved her ass, it was round, it jiggled when she walked, and made her waist look tiny in comparison.
People could call her fat all they wanted. She wouldn’t settle for anyone that thought she was less because of her weight. And she certainly didn’t have problems finding dates. There was something about a girl with a booty that drew in those that could appreciate the joys of the jiggle.
Nikki found that men who like ass, really loved ass. They were connoisseurs, collectors if you will, of bangin’ booties. And she was happy to meet them and enjoy what they had to offer.
“Seriously, drinks before the taxi gets here bitches!” Nikki heard Chloe yelling.
Rolling her eyes as Izzy she said, “We had better move before the boss gets bitchy.”
“You mean bitchier,” Izzy snickered.
Nikki smoothed her tight black skirt over her butt, and adjusted the hot pink ribbons on the front of her black cap sleeve shirt. The laces criss-crossed up the front like the back of a corset. She loved this shirt, it made her feel feminine and naughty at the same time.
Striding out into the hallway with Izzy following, she found three shot glasses of lemon drops waiting for them on the counter.
“To an awesome night, and fingers and toes crossed that one of us meets someone we won’t be embarrassed to wake up next to tomorrow!” Chloe toasted.
“Charming,” smirked Nikki.
Actually that sounded like a great plan for all of them. The odds of them finding hot firefighters that wanted to go home with them were slim to none, but Nikki was an optimist. She would try to make the best of the evening. If she didn’t get lucky maybe one of the BFF’s would.
With that thought and their second rounds down, the taxi honked out front.
Chapter 2
The taxi pulled up to Bunkers, the local hang out for the firefighters, paramedics, and EMT’s in the area. It was always busy with men and women from the station relaxing after shifts. And of course, skeletal stilt walkers hoping to hook up with their idea of beefcake.
Nikki called them stilt walkers because they always managed to find the highest pair of stilettos to strap onto their emaciated legs. It made them look like carnival folk trotting around and often tipping over.
Nikki herself kept her shoes low. She was tall enough and didn’t want to tower over the guys she met. It was too awkward when they ended up with their heads at boob level.
They all hopped out of the cab, Nikki ensuring her tush was still covered as she climbed out. They made it into the bar past the bouncer and found themselves in a sea of women. The music was pumping and the front row of tables were already full of the skeleton crew. Chloe led them over to a high-top in the second row and ordered a round of drinks.
Nikki was feeling warm from her lemon drops but was thirsty already. Their drinks arrived and another round of toasts for a great evening. Nikki just wanted the show to get started. She could at least get a little eye candy in even if she ended up going home alone.
The MC came on over the screeching loud speaker. Nikki clapped her hands over her ears. Not a great way to start the evening. Once the MC got that sound system under control he proceeded to rile up the crowd. He also introduced the local C-list celebrities that would be judging the contest. The usual line up of newscasters, car dealership owners, and that brain dead Chihuahua that pulled the lottery balls.
The MC announced the first contestant, a terrified looking young man named Manuel. Clearly not in his element, he was halfway through his song before he started to thaw and pretend to enjoy himself. He was
way too skinny for Nikki’s taste. She was a big girl and need a big strong man to match.
Next up after that was some kind of crazy Greek god named Rafe. Who names their kid Rafe? Or Rafferty as the MC said. Weird name Nikki thought.
That thought was quickly pushed aside when she noticed Rafe’s gaze was directed at their table, right at Chloe to be exact.
Nikki flipped her head back and forth between the two just to confirm. Yup, Mr. PJ pants was totally checking out her best friend, and poor Chloe was looking catatonic.
Nikki watched Rafe wink at Chloe and she heard a tiny mewl come out of her friend. Oh lordy, she was a goner. Nikki was beside herself, this was perfect. She loved when her girls were caught unawares by male attention. They were both so beautiful and they deserved to be happy and in love. Hottie firefighter was certainly stoking the flames with Miss Chloe.
By the time Rafe was done dancing, Chloe was vibrating in her seat. The anxiety coming off of her was palpable. As he exited the stage, Nikki heard Chloe let out the breath she was holding.
“Oh my sweet lord, was that guy working it for you?!” Nikki yelled.
“He totally was!” Izzy said bouncing in her seat.
“He was not, that’s crazy,” Chloe said. “With all those skinny tramps in the front row, there is no way he was checking out the fluffy chick in the second row.” Chloe always resorted to self-bashing when she was embarrassed.
“If he wasn’t dancing for you, then why is he making his way over to our table?” Nikki said with a wicked grin.
Nikki watched as Rafe weaved his way through the crowd towards their table. Bypassing her and Izzy, he walked straight to Chloe and introduced himself. Awkwardness ensued, Nikki wished she could help her friend but it was too much fun to watch her pretty friend blush and gulp with this firefighter dazzling her.
