I've never been one of those guys who fancies himself a pick-up artist for BBW dating. Instead, I've usually put my best foot forward and worried about grooming, fitness, style, and wit to just set myself apart from the pack and hope that women are interested enough to make that aggressive first move. Frankly, being on the hunt every night for pussy for BBW dating just seemed too exhausting. Who knew my epiphany about BBW sex would occur in a fast food restaurant late one Tuesday night?
I had just finished up in lab that night and I was incredibly hungry. Two blocks off campus, there was a string of fast food restaurants. Besides the staff, there was no-one there. Not exactly a place for some BBW sex, right? I took a quick minute to look at the glaringly bright, almost cartoonish menu, before I looked at the cashier. I hadn't noticed her before I walked in and I was more than pleasantly surprised by what I saw. The perfect woman for BBW dating, she was about 5'4 and thick. Her blonde hair was tied in an immaculate bun above her visor. Her issued polo shirt was strained by her pale plump arms and her impressive cleavage just begging for some hot BBW sex. Below those big tits I could just make out the beginnings of a slight potbelly before the counter obscured my view, perfect for some hot BBW sex. "Can I...help you?" She looked incredulous, as if I had wandered into the restaurant by accident.
As much as I'm curious about BBW dating, I don't look it. I'm a pretentious, vain asshole a lot of the time, so I revelled in this kind of reaction to my appearance. I'm 6'2, blond hair, blue eyes, the whole deal. Would you believe I am curious about BBW dating? Now, before tonight I would've plastered on a shit-eating grin and not really acted on a possible attraction, but this cashier's tits were incredible. It wasn't a class tourism type of thing, she just really turned me on. I looked at her nametag, savouring those fat jugs and then back to her deep brown eyes. “Well…Giselle, I've worked up a little appetite so let's start with a number nine. Medium. For here, please."
Giselle rang up my order. When she turned to fill up my fountain drink, I was able to check the rest of her out. I had to adjust my pants around my erection when I saw her ass straining against the fabric of those tight black pants. If she didn't work at the fast food place and didn't have some thick thighs, I would've guessed she had ass implants it was so ridiculously fat and round. I savoured the five steps she made back to the counter, watching those giant hips sway left to right. As she set the drink down I enveloped her hand with mine, making her nervously giggle. "Oh, sorry about that," I said. "It's definitely fine. Do you think that's going to be all for you tonight?”
Her body was the epiphany to BBW dating. I knew this was when I would kick my BBW sex inhibitions to the curb. "Not quite. I'd love to get your number." I extended my hand, "Chris. Pleasure to meet you.” She giggled and put her hand briefly to her mouth before taking my hand. Her grip was light and airy and when she leaned forward I could make out the light sheen of sweat on her cleavage. "It's a pleasure to meet you, too. I would love to give you my number, but I have a boyfriend. He's into BBW dating” "That's alright, it would be nothing official. I just wanted to hang out a little," I said and smiled, never breaking eye contact. She considered this a moment and made a slight production out of checking me out before returning my smile. "How about you finish that number nine, Chris, and then you can be a gentleman and walk me to my car when I close.” "Sounds like a plan, Giselle."
Giselle let out a low moan and said, "This is so bad. I can't help myself. I love my boyfriend, but you're just too fucking hot.” I kissed her and let out a moan of my own when I reached back and grabbed her ass, tightly constrained in her black uniform pants. I felt just a little evil when I said, "I think we deserve to just have a little fun and do what we want." I slapped her ass lightly.
As she unhooked her black bra in front of me, I savoured her big triple D cups and big, dark areolas before I dove in and started licking the sucking them. She started to touch herself through her pants when I was licking the sweat off of the underside of her tits. With her other hand she unzipped my pants and took my dick out and started stroking it slowly.
I stood up and with one hand undid my belt and dropped my pants to the floor and the other turned Giselle around away from me. I started grinding up on her fat ass, reaching around and holding her belly with one hand and one of her tits with the other. "Take off your pants, baby," I moaned and then kissed her neck. She moaned back and while she undid her pants she grinded back onto my cock, in a modified figure-eight motion. My dick was fully at attention, wedged between her ass cheeks and against her neon green g-string. Her black tribal tramp stamp stood out against her pale white skin in the florescent light in the back room. I dropped to my knees behind her and said, “You've got the nicest ass I've ever seen." Her derriere was soft and without any real muscle tone, but it was an absolute shelf because of its size. I kissed both cheeks before sticking my face in between to lick at her pussy through her g-string. She started to shake her ass around my face, holding the back of my head with her hand. "Yeah, you like my big butt, don't you baby?” "Mmmm-hmmmm," I groaned. I peeled her g-string off and kissed her pussy.
"Let's fuck. Right here," she said. The old me would've thought that this line was pretty ridiculous, but then again the old me would've never found myself in this preposterous situation in the first place. I put any inhibitions in the back of my mind as I stood up and shoved my dick into her wet pussy. "Mmmm yeah, fucking get it, Chris. Get that pussy.” I grunted and grabbed her big ass cheeks, spreading them wide and quickening my pace. "Yes, yes, yes. Giselle, that’s some good pussy.” She giggled and then reached out to one of the bars on the refrigerator for support. "You're fucking me so good, baby. Get it.” I leaned back still fucking her, reaching back to rest my hands behind me on a counter for leverage, watching her ass jiggle and quake while I rammed my dick up into her pussy. I looked around on the side and watched her tits dance after every long stroke. "Get it, get that pussy, own that pussy with your big dick, fucker," she moaned. "I want you to cum on that dick, Giselle," I said as I spanked her ass three times in quick succession. I kept one hand positioned behind me on the counter and reached forward with the other, undoing her bun and taking her long, blonde hair in my hand. Her visor was still on.
Giselle started grunting and cooing and I could feel her cum lubing up my dick as I crashed up into her fat ass. My animal instincts kicked in and I started pounding her. "I'm gonna bust soon, Giselle.” "Do it, baby, cum inside me," she said, aggressively. And I just let go. I was an animal, watching that big booty bounce and swallow my dick. I could feel my dick shooting ropes and ropes of cum inside her. When I was finished, I slapped her ass again and fell back onto the restaurant kitchen floor, letting Giselle's head rest on my chest. "That was great," I said, after a while. "Definitely what I needed," she sighed.
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