Big Girls & Bad Boys: 8 Scorching Hot BBW Alpha Male Romance Novellas Box Set

by D. H. Cameron

  “Let go, Emily. Let her out. Set the wild bitch free,” Margo urged. I knew what she meant. Part of me was holding back, afraid to let go. I was fighting it.

  “Fuck me, Margo,” I begged hoping that’s what she wanted.

  “You let her out to play and you can have my dick,” Margo offered. It was hard to think with her fingers still teasing the walls of my hot, wet pussy. “C’mon! Come play with me you sexy bitch! Do it,” Margo demanded. I fought for a moment but then I simply said the first thing that came to my mind.

  “Quit fucking around and fuck my fat pussy you sexy fucking whore!” I screamed at Margo and a wicked smile crossed her pretty face. She was so beautiful, her face covered in my juices.

  “Pretty demanding from a girl that’s tied up on my bed, but I like it,” Margo said and got to her knees. The black dildo bounced enticingly between her shapely thighs. Margo snuggled up close to me and let the dildo rest on my puffy mound.

  “Fucking tease!” I said and laughed despite myself. Margo waggled her eyebrows at me and then took the fat dildo in her hand and began slapping my puss with it. Each time it impacted my swollen flesh, I jumped and squealed. “You beautiful bitch, just shove that cock in me,” I begged. Margo laughed at me as I lost control. This time it was different, however. I was prepared. I was losing control because I wanted too.

  “This is your first dick, isn’t it?” she asked.

  “Yes!” I replied with more excitement than I intended.

  “You don’t mind your first cock being a fake one?” she asked playfully.

  “I want my first cock to be yours, fake or not,” I told her and I meant it. I wanted Margo to take me and make me hers. I wanted this long delayed act to be with her and only her.

  “Good answer,” she said and slid the dildo into me. I sighed as the thick cock filled me in a way I’d never felt. Margo pulled it from me and slid it back in several times. Each time I wanted her more and more. I tried to imagine that cock was real and Margo was a man. I couldn’t. I didn’t want a man or a real penis. I wanted this woman in every way that mattered. I needed Margo like I needed air and water.

  “Please, make me scream, make me sob and cry. Please?” I pleaded. Margo slipped her strap on into me one last time slowly and left it there buried inside me.

  “Damn, you’re sexy,” Margo told me as her hands slid between my thighs and played in the indulgent flesh of my torso. She stroked me softly for a minute as she stared at me. I was panting in anticipation as she enjoyed my body. Then Margo’s hands pulled back and wrapped around my thighs. She slowly pulled the dildo out of me leaving just the tip inside and when she impaled me again, she didn’t stop.

  My goodness, that was amazing. Margo, as promised, sent deep ripples through my soft body as her hips slapped against my big, round behind. Her cock stretched me wide and filled a need I didn’t even realize I had. My panting turned to moans which quickly turned to screams and shrieks. Margo looked into my eyes as she fucked me and I dared not look away. I was lost in her gaze and the sensations she afforded me.

  “I knew fucking you would be good but it’s even better than I imagined. You’re beautiful, Emily. A sexy, curvy goddess. You’re the woman I’ve been waiting for my whole life,” Margo said and her words were shocking but I was in no state to really ponder them. I was too busy climaxing, screaming and shuddering. Still, they felt good and drove my orgasms even deeper.

  As Margo happily hammered away at me, I realized that what I’d been missing wasn’t adventure. It was someone to share it with. No, I rarely joined in the fun preferring to watch or read about it, but even that would be so much better with a friend and partner, a lover, to share it with. My emotions were already raw from the pleasure and that thought sent me over the cliff. I began to sob as Margo gave me everything she had. Her simple touch was more satisfying than any sex toy ever could be, not that I wanted her to stop, and I let the pleasure of it all wash over me as I cried.

  “That’s so sexy,” Margo said as her strokes slowed and her thrusting took on a less desperate and more sensual tone. “Let it out, Emily. Let go and just be,” Margo urged and I did. The bliss consumed me as my emotions flowed. Everything I’d been holding inside for years came out and it was wondrous. I found myself completely and utterly satisfied as warm pleasure wrapped me in its embrace.

  Margo continued to use that strap on as if she was born with the damn thing. Her hips would cant one way and a whole new world opened up to me. Then she would shift them another way and find another spot that needed scratching. Through it all I moaned and tears ran down my face. I should have felt self-conscious but I couldn’t, not with the way Margo gazed at me. She drank me in as she laid me bare before her.

  “I want you, Margo,” I finally said. She knew what I meant and suddenly, Velcro straps were torn open and my arms and legs we freed. I resisted the urge to wrap my legs around Margo. She slipped the harness off her hips and then tugged off those sexy boots. Now naked, she came to me and laid her warm body on mine and kissed me. I engulfed her, my arms and legs embracing Margo as her tongue played with mine.

  “You’re more fun that I imagined. I could pleasure you for days,” Margo told me as she broke the kiss.

  “Thank you for not giving up on me. Thank you for showing me what I’ve been missing,” I told her. Then I rolled her onto her back and kicked her thighs wide. I pulled away and slipped my shapely legs amongst hers and pressed my pussy against Margo’s. She sat up and took my knee as I pressed her leg between my breasts and hugged it close. “Come with me, Margo,” I told her as I began rubbing my sex against hers.

  “Oh, you wild bitch,” she said then wet her fingers and began rubbing her clit. I watched as Margo used me to gain her own delayed satisfaction. I found as I watched her that I felt more than appreciation for her. I wanted to explore this and at the same time explore myself. Was I a lesbian? Who really cared? Margo was beautiful, sexy and I was falling for her. Like she said, love doesn’t care about such things.

  “I want to show you how grateful I am,” I said and Margo’s eyes flashed from between our legs to regard me. They were full of lust and need. The way she looked at me made me feel more than pretty and sexy. Margo made me feel bold and daring. I pulled away and grabbed that harness and slipped it on as Margo watched, amused at my newfound courage.

  “I think she’s out of her cage and I don’t think she’s going back in,” Margo observed.

  “Damn straight! Now on your hands and knees,” I ordered. Margo did as I asked, shaking her perfect ass enticingly. I didn’t waist a moment, cinching the harness even tighter causing it to sink into my indulgent hips, and then I slipped my new member into Margo. She arched and threw her dark hair aside as she looked back at me. Her hand came back and she slapped her ass hard and dug her nails into her golden flesh.

  “Don’t be shy, sexy!” Margo told me. I took her sultry hips and began to work my own as I fucked her tight pussy. “Oh, yeah, work it. Fuck me, you wild bitch!” Margo cried as she dropped onto her shoulders and used both hands to spread her ass wide for me. Her puckered flower looked so sexy. I continued to work the dildo, finding a good rhythm, as Margo began to moan and then she sucked in a sharp breath and I thought she came for me. When she finally began to shudder and then screamed, I knew she had.

  However, her ass called to me. I wet my thumb and pressed it against her pink opening. Margo looked back at me as best she could with her face pressed against her bed and I saw what she couldn’t say in her eyes. The wild bitch was taking over. I wet my thumb again and this time I pressed it into her and began pumping it in and out as I fucked her pussy with long sultry strokes.

  “Yes! Oh, yes!” she muttered as her body tensed and then Margo convulsed as she came yet again. I wanted to join her but there was little I could do to pleasure myself. In any case, giving Margo the pleasure she needed was enough. Margo had other ideas however. I brought her to another orgasm, this time causing Margo to shriek and writhe
as the sensations overwhelmed her, but as I let her go, Margo got up and pushed me onto my back.

  I wasn’t sure what she had in mind but when she straddled me and sat on the dildo, I knew. Margo began to bounce on top of me as she reached behind herself. I assumed she was going to slip a finger into her ass but instead, she worked two into my pussy between the straps of the harness. Margo’s back was arched to do so and her perfect tits stood gloriously, her nipples hard and tight. I couldn’t resist.

  I reached between her thighs with one hand and found Margo’s clit and used the other to flick her nipples with my middle finger. “Oh, you bitch,” Margo exclaimed and I took one of her nipples and pinched it hard. I don’t know how I knew what Margo would enjoy, but I did. Margo came groaning and wailing on top of me, her eyes fluttering. That caused me to do that same and soon we were both writhing and screaming as one. For several beautiful minutes, Margo and I climaxed together like that, our screams echoing about her room, our bodies striving for more.

  After many wondrous orgasms, Margo collapsed on me, struggling for breath, her body warm and moist. I wrapped her up in my arms and legs and held her. She felt so good in my arms, her head resting on my soft breasts. I could have stayed like that forever. Emotions overwhelmed me but through it all one thing shone brighter than everything else. I felt a need to express it I couldn’t suppress.

  “I love you, Margo,” I said suddenly. So much for a little adventure and letting things take their course. Margo lifted her head and rolled from me and snuggled next to me instead. Her hand drew circles on my belly.

  “I love you too. Will you be my girl?” she asked. It was old-fashioned maybe but it was sweet and I loved it.

  “Yes, I’ll be you’re girl and in bed, I’ll be you’re wild bitch,” I replied and Margo smiled.

  “I think I’ve loved you since the first time I kissed you, sweetie,” she said as she stroked my face and I pulled her close and we kissed again. I think I fell for her at the same moment she fell for me. You just never knew when love would find you. I never thought it ever would find me. I dared not even to hope. I’d shut myself away from the world, content, or so I thought, to just watch it go by. Not any longer. I needed more. I needed Margo.

  Whether I could have felt this way for another woman or it was just Margo, I didn’t know. Maybe we had spent many lives together and this was just another in that eternal story. Maybe it was simply serendipity. Whatever the case, love had found me and Margo too. Could we make it work? I was eager to try. I knew there was more than sex and adventure. It might be tough but I wasn’t afraid.

  >>O<<

  I fell asleep in Margo’s arms that night and when I awoke, I had none of the same feelings that I did the last time. I felt wonderful. In fact, when I thought about the idea that I was seeing another woman, I felt a thrill. This was an adventure and I was living it. We parted reluctantly to go about our days. Life and work must go on but that evening Margo came to my house. It felt nice to know she was as desperate to see me as I was her.

  “Whoa,” Margo exclaimed when she greeted me.

  “I know, I only bought the one outfit. It’s depressing to go back to this stuff,” I said tugging at the formless tan dress I had on.

  “We’re going shopping this weekend,” Margo said and I laughed.

  “I was already buying some stuff online. Want to see?” I asked.

  “Definitely,” she replied eagerly.

  We spent a half hour browsing clothes online. Inky and even Puff wound between our legs, purring and sniffing. At one point, Puff hopped into Margo’s lap, laying down and purring. “Puff usually hates people. She even hates me,” I remarked.

  “I have a way of coaxing the unexpected from cats. People too,” Margo told me and winked.

  “Yes, you do,” I replied and smiled. Margo kissed me and Puff seemed to have had enough. She jumped down and walked off with her tail in the air. Margo and I both laughed at the dramatic little cat. At least Inky was still curled up under my computer desk. He loved me.

  “I’m starving,” Margo said after Puff had disappeared. It was almost seven. I’d been off work since four but Margo worked until nearly six. She ran a small publishing company and regular hours weren’t part of the deal.

  “Me too,” I replied. I closed my browser as I stood up inadvertently leaving my word processor window open.

  “What’s this?” Margo asked. The story I’d been working on as I waited for Margo was still there in my word processor. Margo was already reading it but I wish she wasn’t. I’d never let anyone read what I wrote.

  “It’s nothing,” I said dismissively. Margo read for a couple of minutes as I watched worriedly. When she was done with that page, she turned and looked at me.

  “Did you write this?” she asked.

  “Um...yeah. I write silly little stories sometimes,” I said afraid she would laugh or make fun. I fantasized I was a good writer sometimes but I never really believed it.

  “It’s good. I mean that. Hetro romance isn’t my thing but the scene is really good,” Margo said. I blushed and shook my head.

  “That’s nice of you to say. We should go. I’m starved,” I said. Margo shrugged and dropped it, thankfully, and we left. We wound up at a casual noodle place and ordered before we found seats in the noisy little restaurant.

  “Are you still feeling good?” Margo asked once we were seated.

  “Yeah, I am. This is all more thrilling than scary. Maybe that was my problem. Maybe, I confused thrilling and exciting with scary. In any case, I don’t feel anything but good about us,” I admitted.

  “Me too. It’s been a long time since I felt this way. I really care for you, Emily,” Margo said. That made me smile.

  “I care for you too. I owe you a lot. I feel so anxious to experience things with you. It’s very exciting,” I told Margo. She reached across the table and took my hand. I looked around, out of habit maybe, to see if anyone was looking. They weren’t and I was surprised that I kind of wished someone was. I squeezed Margo’s hand in return.

  “Do you like working at the library?” Margo asked out of the blue. I assumed she was making small talk.

  “Yeah, it’s nice. It allows me some freedom and pays well. I’ve got good benefits. Why?” I asked but Margo ignored the question.

  “How long have you been writing?” she wondered. Oh great! She wanted to talk about that. Honestly, I was kind of embarrassed by it. I mean, I wasn’t a writer.

  “A long time. It’s just an outlet, nothing special,” I said.

  “Could you write alternative, you know, gay, lesbian, even trans?” Margo asked. I wrote stories about men and women. It’s what I knew, or at least what I thought I knew.

  “I suppose. Why are you asking?” I prodded. I should have guessed but I was oblivious to Margo’s intentions.

  “That page drew me in. It was good. I think you have potential, sweetie,” Margo told me.

  “They’re just silly stories. I’m not a writer. I’ve never had any training. I just sort of copy the style of what I like when I read,” I said trying to convince Margo what I believed. Those stories weren’t anything special.

  “Bullshit. Most great writers aren’t trained. They are well read and well-practiced, however. You have a knack for storytelling. I want to publish you,” Margo said and I couldn’t believe what she had just said.

  “You don’t have to do that just because were...,” I said and left the thought dangling.

  “Publishing is my business. I’m not going to risk my reputation on a bad writer even if I am sleeping with her. Look, I rarely need to read a manuscript all the way through to tell if it’s good or not. I usually know by the end of the first page,” Margo told me.

  “Are you serious?” I asked. Suddenly it felt like the first night I met Margo. Then it was me I couldn’t believe she was serious about. Now it was my writing.

  “Yeah, I am. I can even help you submit the straight stories to other publishers. I migh
t even publish them at Freedom. How many do you have? How long are they?” Margo replied. I was shocked but I guess I should be getting used to being shocked by now.

  “Dozens, all novels more or less,” I told her. Margo was the one that looked shocked now.

  “I can’t promise you anything, but if the rest of your stuff is as good as that page I read, you’re going to be a wealthy woman. I think you have talent and not just with that tongue of yours,” Margo said and winked at me. I blushed at her compliment as much as at her suggestive comment.

  “I never meant for my stories to be published. I just wrote little scenes and they got longer and longer until I was writing entire stories. You really think people would want to read them?” I asked getting past my disbelief and becoming excited about the prospect. If I’d learned anything, Margo could see things about me I couldn’t myself.

  “I’ll tell you what. You can read one to me in bed later and I’ll let you know,” Margo offered as the waitress brought us our noodle bowls. She set them down, glancing at our hands, fingers still entwined in the middle of the table, and smiled. I felt a rush of excitement as she turned to go. Being a lesbian, or at least pretending to be one, was kind of thrilling.

  “I never thought anyone would ever read those but I’d love to read one to you,” I told Margo, dismissing my fears. She slipped her hand from mine and smiled.

  “I can’t wait,” she told me. We ate and once we were finished, we headed back to my house. I did indeed read her one of my shorter stories to Margo as we lay naked in my bed. It took hours and much of it was spent with Margo caressing my naked body or lapping gently at my pussy. Once I was done, Margo and I made love, even though it was nearly three in the morning. Nothing too wild, but it was still satisfying and exciting.

  Afterwards, as we lay together catching our breath, I asked, “So, did you like it?”

  “It was amazing, I mean that. I’ve changed my mind. Don’t write alternative. You keep on writing straight romance. If you can make me want a guy like your hero, I bet hetero women will go nuts,” Margo said. I kissed her for saying it.