Stealing an Opportunity -- by lightswitch © August 2007 [(FF, lesbian), reluctant/forced, interracial, white female, black female, BBW, enslavement] =========== Pam lay in bed, nude, tossing and turning in the sweltering August night heat. She kicked at the twisted white sheets, drenched with the perspiration that rolled off her dark body. The sheets had somehow entwined themselves around her thick, dark legs, causing an unbearable feeling of confinement. “I can’t sleep,” she mumbled, in frustration. “It’s too damned hot and I am too damned horny.” It had been almost six months since she’d been laid and that asshole had always wanted to be in control. The inevitable result: He got off and she was usually left unsatisfied. The need for release was mounting with each day. Pam knew she wasn’t what society considered “attractive.” She was a big woman, at 5’11” and weighed almost 300 pounds. Her dark, shoulder-length hair kinked, no matter how often she tried to straighten it. She had finally given up and let it grow out, natural. Her skin was a deep brown, except for her palms and the soles of her feet. She did have an attractive face: Her lips were full and sensual. Her eyes, dark and sultry. “If only I could lose some weight,” she agonized. “Then maybe I could get a man to show some interest!” “Then maybe I could get someone to fuck me!” Writhing in discomfort from the heat, and in frustration from the lack of sex, she finally sat up in bed. Her wide back, though damp and now free from the cloying, wet sheets, still didn’t feel cooler. She got out of bed and stood in front of her free-standing mirror. In the darkness of the bedroom, her skin was so dark she couldn’t make out a reflection, at first. But she *could* see where immense curved shadows hid the light-colored wall, in the background. She sighed, heavily. Her ass was huge, and she knew it. Worse, she suspected it might be considered sexy – if it were about one third its current size. Her enormous backside jutted out proudly, almost perfectly round and defying gravity. You could rest a drink on her ass, while she was standing up! Unfortunately, it was also so big that she had yet to meet the man who could wrap his arms around her hips and touch his fingertips. Her breasts were way too big to defy gravity, and the two massive, dark melons sagged noticeably. She had found that if she bound them tightly, she *could* display some awesome cleavage. But naked …? Regarding herself in the mirror, without any supportive binding, she felt herself sinking into despair. Who would be attracted to a big, fat, black woman like her? Was she destined to go insane, from sexual deprivation?!? Maybe it was time to bite the bullet and sign on to one of those BBW websites. She’d heard that there were some men who actually preferred BBWs … “Big, Beautiful Women.” Maybe she could hook up with a white guy … Her pussy throbbed at the thought. Pam had never told anyone, but she had a secret fetish for white men. Whenever she “took matters into her own hands,” usually with an oversized vibrator she kept near the bed, she fantasized about fucking a white man … of holding him down and having her way with him. “I could use a little ‘Caucasion Persuasion,’” she murmured wistfully, citing the oft-repeated truism that secretly drifted among many black communities. It was a well-known fact that all you had to do to get a white person to go down on you was flash some dark genitalia. They got so excited about giving oral sex that it was almost like they’d rather give it than get it. Pam knew she’d much rather have her pussy eaten than have to give head. White people … they were different. They seemed to get off on giving oral service … on being used for the sexual pleasure of others. “That settles it,” she decided. “I’m searching for a BBW board and I’m signing up. I don’t care who or what I come up with … I gotta fuck something or die!” Her mind made up, she padded out to the living room, to turn on her PC. As she flicked the wall switch, the overhead light almost blinded her. But not before she saw that she wasn’t alone. Someone was in her apartment! She had a short glimpse of him, before she had to clench her eyes shut from the blinding light: He was standing near the fake fireplace, her cheap DVD player under one arm and her old VCR under the other. The thief was short, maybe around 5’ or 5’2” and dressed in black. He wore a thin, black T-shirt and leotards. Black sneakers and a black ski mask topped off his outfit. Maybe it was the short stature of the thief, signaling it was improbable he posed a physical danger … maybe it was the pent-up sexual frustration she felt … maybe it was the stifling summer heat … whatever it was, Pam felt her temper flare. “You *bastard*!” the big black woman screamed, launching herself across the room. The little thief froze like a deer caught in headlights. That was all the chance Pam needed. Seizing the little guy by the front of his black T-shirt, she bodily picked him up and slammed him against the wall. “How *dare* you try to steal from *me*!?!” she screamed, slamming him repeatedly against the wall. The DVD player and VCR dropped from his stunned hands and he brought his arms up in a futile effort to defend himself. Pam began throwing punches wildly, hitting the thief’s face, head, and stomach. All throughout, the little man never made a sound. This just seemed to fuel the big woman’s rage as she continued to rain down blows. “He can’t make any noise,” she realized. “That might attract attention and get him in even worse trouble.” She grinned evilly. “Good, that means I won’t have to hold back!” she thought. Still grabbing the front of his T-shirt, she slammed him against the wall a few more times. With a start, she realized she was getting aroused. This was the most physical contact she’d had with a man in months … there was no doubt who was in control and that was adding fuel to the fire. Pam loved being in control! Breathing heavily from exertion, she held the thief against the wall and looked into his mask-covered face. Large, green eyes looked at her imploringly, trying to blink back tears. Green eyes … “I got me a little white man,” Pam murmured, a warm, liquid feeling of pleasure surging between her legs. The full meaning of this revelation was slowly dawning on the big black woman. The thief looked frightened. “So … a white man who nobody knows is here,” she told the pinned burglar. “A white man who nobody would miss if he never showed up again …” She felt her big, dark nipples stiffen on her still-nude body. “I can do anything I want to you, and nobody would ever know,” she whispered. The pinned thief’s wide green eyes were glued in horror to the black woman’s thick, hardening nipples, his head shaking back and forth in protest. “I can do whatever I want, whenever I want … as many times as I want …” Pam murmured, bringing her face close to the entrapped burglar’s. The thief let out a stifled moan and struggled feebly in the big woman’s grasp. “Let’s see what you look like under that mask, sugar,” Pam purred, grasping the top of the knit ski mask. “God, please let him be good-lookin’ … !” It didn’t matter, though … she was so horny, she’d fuck him senseless no matter what he looked like. She yanked off the ski mask and gasped in surprise. The thief had short, dark hair and was, indeed, extremely attractive … … for a female. “Shit!” Pam cried, feeling her lust fade. “You’re a chick!” In frustration, she sank her fist into the white girl’s gut and began furiously beating her pinned victim. “Please!” the savaged brunette pleaded, “no more! I’ll do whatever you want!” The fat black woman paused, fist still in the air. She’ll do whatever I want? Pam looked at the beaten white girl. Although badly bruised and sporting a fat lip, the girl *was* very attractive. She’ll do whatever I want … Pam felt her chest tighten with the faint stirrings of arousal. A chick? She’d never even thought of such a thing. She’d always been attracted to men. But still … the little thief *was* attractive. And she *was* white. And she was here. And she’ll do whatever I want … Pam felt her nipples stiffen again. Grabbing the neck of the brunette’s T-shirt in two hands, the big black woman pulled and literally ripped the thin fabric from the little thief’s body. Two full white tits bounced into view, rubbing against Pam’s larger, dark boobs. “You’ll do anything I say …” Pam murmured, slowly pressing herself against the white girl. The thief’s green eyes widened in shock as she realized Pam’s intent. “Oh wait,” she whispered. “I didn’t mean … Look, I’m sorry I broke in! I …” Pam clamped her mouth over the brunette’s, shutting off any further protests. The big black woman felt the little thief struggle, feebly, but easily kept her pinned against the wall. Pam was wet and could feel her arousal dripping down her thick legs. She broke the passionate kiss momentarily to look into the white girl’s eyes. “This will do,” she said, pausing to lick the horrified thief’s pale face. “This will do nicely.” Her dark, hard nipples jabbed cruelly into the white girl’s soft, pale breasts as Pam again pressed her thick lips down onto the resistant girl’s mouth. Using her weight advantage, the big black woman embraced the struggling white girl tightly and slowly lowered them both to the floor. Forcing the little thief onto her back, Pam slowly lowered herself on top of the flailing brunette. As the fat black woman’s full weight settled down on her, the white girl quickly stopped struggling. Pam felt a wave of pleasure sweep over her, enjoying the dominance of crushing the alabaster beauty under her big, dark body. Pam once again lowered her mouth onto her victim’s. The black woman’s thick, wet tongue parted the white girl’s clamped lips and slid past. Pam ran her tongue across the brunette’s tightly clenched teeth. The pinned brunette stubbornly denied entrance, but Pam bounced a few times, crushing the spirit out of her victim. The white girl’s jaw went slack and the black woman slowly wedged her tongue between the brunette’s teeth, easily prying them apart. With a moan of surrender, the crushed white girl opened her mouth, allowing Pam’s probing tongue access. Pam had her way with the young thief’s mouth for over ten minutes, sensually exploring every recess. The white girl, barely able to breathe, lay back passively and endured the heavyset woman’s attentions. Pam had never felt so turned on … *she* was in control … *she* was calling the shots … and *she* would be the one who would enjoy the stimulation that inevitably led to a climax! Finally breaking the deep kiss, Pam moved up to straddle the little brunette in a schoolboy pin, sitting on the white girl’s chest and pinning the woman’s shoulders with her big knees. The little thief’s green eyes bugged out as the black woman settled her enormous ass down, completely engulfing the brunette’s full, bare, white tits. The white girl’s mouth worked, but no sounds came out. Pam finally realized her victim was mouthing the words “Can’t breathe!” A perverse thrill ran through the black woman’s body. “No one knows you’re here,” she whispered, slowly fingering herself. “I could kill you and nobody would know.” The crushed white girl’s eyes were round with terror. She writhed under her dark dominator, but couldn’t budge Pam’s thick, dark legs. The white girl’s futile struggles grew weaker and Pam franticly rubbed her throbbing clit as she continued to crush the pretty white girl under her enormous black ass. Pam was surprised to feel two distinct pricks against her ass. “It’s the white girl’s nipples!” Pam realized. “They’re getting hard! The little slut is getting off on not being able to breathe!” Pam masturbated harder. “God, this is good!” Pam muttered, plunging several fingers into her drooling pussy. “I’ve never felt so in control!” Her eyes were fixated on the slackening features of the pretty white girl, whose eyes were slowly closing and rolling back into her head. “Fuck!” Pam whined. “Not yet! I’m so close!” Pam knew she had a decision to make: Continue to thrust towards an incredible orgasm, which would result in the little thief being crushed to death, or stop now and find an alternate means to achieve satisfaction. Reluctantly, she pulled her dripping fingers from her fevered pussy and raised her ass from the brunette’s crushed, pale tits. Worried that she had waited too long, the fat woman slapped the white girl a few times and was finally rewarded with a long, ragged intake of breath. Quickly, Pam shifted position, straddling the semi-conscious brunette’s head, facing the white girl’s feet and pinning the woman’s arms under her fat, dark legs. “Finish me,” she ordered, lowering herself onto the dazed thief’s face. She purposely allowed a fair amount of weight to settle, as she sat on the white girl’s face, and was rewarded with the sight of two painfully erect nipples thrusting up from the little thief’s quivering white breasts. Surrendering any further show of resistance, the pinned brunette began licking her captor’s dripping snatch. “Oh, FUCK yes!” Pam sighed, fondling her big, sloppy tits as the pinned white girl subserviently licked the black woman’s sopping slit. “It’s true, nothing beats Caucasion Persuasion! No one can eat a pussy like a white person!” The fat black woman rode the subdued white girl’s face from orgasm to orgasm, losing count as she continued to grind herself on her prisoner’s rubbed-raw features. After what seemed like hours, finally sated, Pam raised her dripping crotch from the humiliated brunette’s face. “Please,” the brunette gasped, her abraded face shiny with smeared cunt juice, “let me go, now. I’m sorry I tried to steal from you! I promise I’ll never do it again! You’ve gotten what you want; just please … let me go!” Pam gave a cruel smile. “I don’t think so, baby,” she purred. The little thief burst into tears. “You can’t just keep me here!” she cried. “You can’t just keep me, as if I were some object for your pleasure! I’m a human being! I have rights!” Pam smiled, cruelly, settling her crotch back down onto the white girl’s face. She sat back, settling her full weight onto her prisoner and watched in satisfaction as the white girl’s nipples stiffened, involuntarily. “I can do anything I want to you,” the fat black woman told her. “And I think you make the perfect little fuck toy for when I need to get off.” Pam felt hot tears against the area between her pussy and ass. But the white girl’s nipples remained painfully erect. “Go to sleep, baby,” the fat black woman purred as she smothered the pinned brunette into unconsciousness. “When you wake up, I’ll be back from the pet store with enough chain-leashing to make sure you stay mine, forever.” The helpless white girl twitched and went still.