Single Mom To BBC Slut: An Erotic Sex Story
The sun had gone down, leaving the night sky to be lit up by the stars. I stepped out of my car and into the night air, my heart pounding in anticipation. I had been fantasizing about this moment for weeks, ever since I had made the decision to step outside of my comfort zone and explore my deepest, most wild desires.
I had been married for eight years, and although my husband had been a perfectly respectable man, he just never seemed to be able to satisfy my needs. We had sex often, but it was always so dull and predictable. I had grown so bored and frustrated that I needed something new and exciting.
That’s why I had decided to become a BBW slut. I had heard that there were wealthy men out there who were willing to pay good money to have a slutty, curvy girl like me around. I was ready to explore my sexuality, and I was willing to take the risk and see where it would lead me.
My destination tonight was a local brothel that had been highly recommended to me by a friend. I was a little nervous, but I was also incredibly excited. I had no idea what to expect, and I was ready to find out.
When I arrived at the brothel, I was greeted by a friendly receptionist who took my money and told me to go upstairs. I took a deep breath and walked up the stairs, wondering what I would find.
When I reached the top of the stairs, I was met with a stunning sight. There were several rooms, all filled with gorgeous, scantily-clad women of all shapes and sizes. I had never seen anything like it before and it took my breath away.
I quickly spotted a tall, muscular man in the corner and I knew that he was the one I had been looking for. He was wearing a tight leather catsuit and he had a thick, black cock that was already rock hard and ready to go. I felt my heart racing as I walked towards him, my legs trembling with anticipation.
The man smiled at me, then motioned for me to come closer. I was so aroused that I could barely breathe, and I felt my pussy trembling in anticipation. He grabbed my hands and pulled me close to him, then kissed me passionately. His tongue was rough and eager, and I could feel his thick cock pressing against me through the leather.
He pulled away and looked into my eyes, and I felt my entire body trembling with arousal. He then grabbed my hand and pulled me into one of the bedrooms. As soon as we stepped inside, he grabbed me and pushed me up against the wall. He kissed me deeply, his hands caressing my body expertly.
He then placed one hand on my throat and the other on my hip and began to thrust his cock into me. I shuddered with pleasure as he filled me up completely. His rhythm was rough and fast, and my entire body was trembling with pleasure.
Finally, he pulled out and flipped me over onto my stomach. He then grabbed my hips and pushed himself back inside me, this time from behind. I gasped as he filled me up and started thrusting, faster and harder each time. My entire body was shaking as his thrusts became more and more intense, and I felt myself reaching my peak.
Just as I started to scream, he grabbed my hair and pulled my head back, then pushed himself into me one last time. I felt my orgasm erupting through my entire body, and I screamed out in pleasure.
Afterwards, we lay together in each other’s arms, both of us breathing heavily, our bodies still trembling with pleasure. He stroked my hair and whispered how much he had enjoyed our time together.
I smiled and kissed him, knowing that I had just experienced something incredibly special. I had gone from being a single mom to a BBC slut, and I wouldn’t change a thing.
