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I havent always been as big as I am now but Ive always had curves. In my early 20s I was a size 14 and by the time Id had my children I was an 18. There were times when I didnt feel comfortable about my size and weight but I began to realise that the reason for this was the fact that every magazine and every TV programme showed size 8 to size 12 and made people like me feel bad. But then who were they? I remember sitting on chat one night and watching some arsehole saying fat women were disgusting. What turned it round for me was the way more or less the whole chat room descended on him like a ton of bricks and in particular one member gave a speech about public perception and how it differs from the media yet the media try to direct how we think by force feeding images of skinny women. He went on to say that this never actually brain washed people in the way other things worked because they were going against nature.

Women are meant to have softer curvier figures than men

and the media was selling us an androgynous ideal. I thought yesthats it. Why am I being made to feel bad when Im a woman and curvy as nature intended? 
Anyway I decided that men like curvy women and those that dont have the problem not me. This new found confidence must have given me an aura because all week people at work were looking at me in a different way. Either that or because I had started feeling better about myself I had started to take notice of the looks I got and realised they may be something other than people thinking how fat I was.

The works Christmas party was the turning point. Halfway through the night I had several men vying for my attention and I had the pick of the bunch. I was going to give it to whoever had the courage to be most forward. The lucky winner was Sam, the Transport manager who under the influence of a few beers told me hed love to get his hands on my curves! Hed even got a hotel room for the night as he lived quite a distance from work and wanted to have a few beers and the hotel room was cheaper than a taxi.

We left together after a few dances including a slow one where he couldnt keep his hands off my arse.

All the way back to his hotel in the taxi he kissed and fondled me and by the time we got there we were both dying to get to the room.

As the door flung open Sam grabbed me by the hand and dragged me in then kicked the door closed. I was going to let him lead and do all the work.
He had his lips against mine from the moment the door slammed and now I was minus a blouse and skirt. I stood there in heels, stockings and basque and it seemed all too much for Sam.

He pulled the cups of the basque down to let my breasts spill out and before theyd come to rest he had a nipple between his lips. His hand massaged the other and his spare hand reached down to my knickers and began to stroke my fleshy mound.

I had tugged his belt undone and unbuttoned the trousers and Sam kicked them off as I pulled his shirt over his head. Sam then shrugged himself out of his boxer shorts and we fell onto the bed. Before I had time to orientate myself his head was buried between my meaty thighs. He swung his body round and I cane face to face with a good 8 inches of solid meat. Being a BBW Im expected to eatso I did! I took it in my mouth and ran my tongue around the tip which had Sam moaning then I sucked hard until most of it was in my throat. His hips bucked and his manhood rammed the back of my throat making me clench my thighs in a knee jerk reaction trapping his head and pulling it closer to my soaking pussy. He loved it and forced his tongue deep into me. I shuddered and knew straight away that anymore of that and Id cum. I pulled away from him but Sam had sensed this and was already manoeuvring round behind me.

I got on all fours and presented my bum which instead of fucking, he licked and squeezed. Sam was really into bigger women.


After bringing me closer and closer he finally got into position behind and pushed the head of his cock against my swollen lips, parting them. Then he lunged into me as deep as he could go then held it there. I could feel his cock throb and my pussy closed around it and we stayed like that for what seemed ages. Then the trance was broken as Sam withdrew almost to the point of taking his cock out then he thrust forward again and began to pound my arse cheeks for all he was worth . And he was worth a million dollars!

I wanted to feel him on top of me and knowing my build was a little restrictive for penetration in the missionary I grabbed a pillow and wedged it under my bum, lifting my hips up and my belly falling towards me exposing my pussy. Sams eyes lit up at the sight and he had to go down on me before he entered again. And when he did it was fantastic. The fact my hips were in the air meant the base of his shaft rubbed my clit and the head of his tool pounded my G-spot.

I started to cum then again and again and the contractions of my pussy gripped Sams cock and squeezed it to the point where he shot his load deep into me.

It must have been sometime since Sam had got off because there was what felt like a gallon of hot cream filling me.

Sam collapsed on top of me sweating and exhausted and I held him tight against me and we dozed off. Since then Sam has been regularly filling me both at my place and his and even at work. Sam says bigger women float his boat so Im not going near weight watchers. Cheryl (Basingstoke)

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