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Story title : BBW Blackmail

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BBW Blackmail
by bbw lover (zooy10@yahoo.fr)
Quick edit by Scentman

***

A mother hates the young man who's dating her daughter 
and tries to find a way to get him to leaver her alone. 
(MFf-teen, bbw, oral, reluc, wife, cheat)

***

"You know I don't really understand you," said Miss 
Bergman, sitting forward on the small office chair. Her 
huge body forcing her to just squeeze her giant ass 
onto the front edge of the seat. She had one hand on 
the desk for support so she couldn't cover her massive 
breasts like she normally did. 

Marge had learned from a young age that large breasts 
were a curse, having had two children and a rich lazy 
life she had put on so much weight that now people 
looked away embarrassed.

"What's to understand?" said the younger man sitting 
behind the large desk. Marge pushed off the desk sat up 
straight to speak more clearly but saw Jim's eyes flick 
down to her breasts. Old habits die hard, though, and 
she covered them by folding her arms over them, but 
that only made them look bigger. "I thought you where 
after my daughter for her money, but I see you have no 
need there," said Marge glancing around the plush 
office.

She had been sure this rough trade man was after her 
daughter's money, but now she saw it was not, but what 
was he after "It's not love Mr. Penn, I can see that 
much," she said her anger showing. He leaned back 
chuckling to himself laughing at her, she was pissed 
off for sure her face red now. 

"It's a physical thing, Miss Bergman, I'm not out to 
marry her," Jim said, trying to calm her but his answer 
only made her madder. 

"You mean it's just sex? She's not dating anyone and 
she's not getting any younger" Marge almost shouted.

She took a deep breath to calm down when she saw Jim 
still grinning like a fool. He was disgusting with no 
class. "Listen, your daughter comes to me for sex, I 
never ask her and believe me she does," said Jim 
leaning forward his good humor running thin. 

Marge looked like she would blow but she smiled and 
pulled her arms down pushing her breasts out at him and 
said, "This is how she will turn out Mr. Penn, fat like 
her mother! Is this what you want?" It had been 15 
years since she had a man come onto her and nothing 
happened.

Her husband had sex with her every six weeks like clock 
work and she never even fantasized when alone. The 
man's face broke out in a grin and he leaned back in 
his chair. 

After a moment he replied, "Lady, if you could fuck and 
suck like your daughter I'd trade her for you," he 
chuckled slyly at her. Again she looked like she would 
explode but sucked in air and took her time to answer 
him.

"Don't play with me Mr. Penn! I want you to stop seeing 
my daughter. What will it take?" She waited for the 
amount of money he would ask for hoping it would not 
pass $10,000, that way her husband would not find out. 

"You heard me. If you take her place I'll stop seeing 
her," said Jim lounging in his chair relaxed now. This 
was fun he thought. He had always liked his women big. 
Given the choice between a model and a 100 kilo woman 
he took the weight. The woman sitting before him was 
huge but he was hard the moment he saw her breasts and 
the way her giant balloon ass curved out from the small 
of her back giving a figure to her rolls of fat. He 
wanted her badly.

The lady stood up and stormed out of his office without 
another word. He wasn't worried about her daughter as 
he cared nothing for her except as a sex slave. He had 
been fucking her now for two months. It seemed the more 
abuse he gave her, the harder she came. She got off on 
been dominated and she made him learn to enjoy it too. 

He fucked her in the toilets of a well known club and 
they had two guys watch them the last time they got 
together. She went nuts and loved it. She was like lots 
of rich girls. They wanted fun but not all rich girls 
are good looking. 

This one made up for her plump body in pure sex.

Two nights later Marge was awoken by a loud banging and 
then she heard footsteps in the hall. Her husband was 
asleep so she quickly opened her bedroom door and 
gasped when she saw Wendy her daughter. The girl was 
dressed like street whore and looked drunk. To Marge's 
horror she saw Wendy was wearing stockings and 
suspenders with stupid high heeled shoes and her large 
breasts where hanging out of the small top she had on.

"What the hell are you doing Wendy? You look like a 
whore!!" she screamed at her but Wendy was laughing and 
stumbling towards her bedroom door. 

"Go to sleep mum, I'm fine. I had a ball." 

But Marge would not let it go. She followed her into 
her room where Wendy flopped down on the bed. Her short 
skirt rode up to show Marge she was not wearing 
panties.

"What happened to your panties Wendy? What have you 
done?" she hissed loudly. Wendy rolled over not 
bothering to cover her naked pussy. She grinned at her 
mum and said in a low calm voice, "Jim ripped them off 
me and then fucked me in front of two of his friends." 
She watched her mother a moment then continued, "Don't 
worry, this time his friends only watched." 

Marge stormed out of the room in tears, her daughter 
was a whore and it was that Jim's fault, the bastard.

Jim woke up still sleepy, what a night it had been. His 
two black friends had loved the show but he had to warn 
them off as they wanted some action, too. Jim didn't 
want Wendy there yet. In time, yes. His phone rang. It 
was Miss Bergman. 

"You bastard, you miserable bastard!!" she screamed 
down the phone. 

He hung up right away but a moment later it rang again. 
"You fuck," and he hung up. 
A minute later it rang again. "Leave her alone, 
please," he heard her voice broken now,

He waited a moment then said," Hi Miss Bergman, how you 
doing?" This time it was Marge who hung up.

**

That Friday night when Wendy went out Marge saw she was 
dressed like a slut again and knew she was going to 
meet Jim. "Where are you going dressed like that? You 
look like a hooker," said Marge blocking the way. 

Wendy looked her mum in the eye and said, "Jim's taking 
me to a black club down town where he wants to show me 
off," she brushed past her and went to the door. 
"Wendy, he's only using you," Marge shouted after her 
but Wendy was gone.

Images of Wendy having sex flashed threw her mind. With 
those images she had never imagined before, her stomach 
turned and her head spun. She had to stop it. She had 
to do something. So she phoned Jim that minute, he 
answered after only one ring giving her no time to 
compose herself. Marge told him she knew what he had in 
mind for Wendy and begged him not to do it. He said he 
was not forcing Wendy to do anything she didn't beg 
for.

 "Please, don't take her there, I'm begging you now," 
said Marge almost in tears. Why don't you beg me to 
take you instead, she heard him say, he must be joking.

Why was he doing this to her? "What interest do I have 
to offer you Mr. Penn? If I thought sex with me would 
stop you, I'd do it but that's out of the question." 

He spoke calmly now, in a low voice. "If you want me to 
send your daughter home tonight untouched, you better 
beg me to take you instead! If I want to fuck your 
sorry ass that's my business." He waited a second then 
added, "She'll be here any minute now and I assure you 
she'll be sucking black cock within the hour." 

Marge gripped the phone in her pudgy hand, her mind a 
blur. He wanted to have sex with her but that was just 
impossible. She could never have another man see her 
naked. Even her husband never saw at her naked.
An image of Wendy with a black penis in her hand came 
into her mind and Marge knew she was trapped. 

"What do I have to do?" she asked defeated. 

"Beg me to fuck you instead Marge, like I said," 
replied Jim not laughing now. She said nothing. 

How could she beg him? The very idea of having sex was 
making her sick. Her tummy was rolling and her heart 
was thumping hard. 

"Tell me you want my cock, tell me you'll do what ever 
I say and I promise to leave your daughter alone," said 
Jim calmly enjoying himself. He was naked getting ready 
for the night out and his cock was hard now while he 
held the phone.

"I want your cock, I'll do it," said Marge making him 
laugh, this was no good she had to make it sound 
believable. "Make it convincing Marge or the deal's 
off," he spat down the phone. Marge waited a moment 
composing herself. She was a married 52 year old woman 
who had everything she wanted. "I want your cock. I 
want to have sex with you."

Jim laughed saying that was better then added, "Now be 
at my house tomorrow night at 8," he paused. "Make sure 
you're dressed like a proper whore, like your daughter 
does but I want to see more flesh. Do you understand?" 
he asked. 

She was too shocked and in horror to answer and he hung 
up at that moment.
Wendy came home that night two hours later going 
straight to her room crying, Marge felt relieved for a 
moment but remembered she had to see Jim the next night 
and her tummy rolled again.

She had to buy the clothes she needed as she had 
nothing remotely like that at home. She found a cheap 
store out of town and bought a short black skirt, a 
white tank top with a v neck and some high heeled 
shoes. She was so embarrassed buying the shoes she 
didn't even try them on. 

 Finally she bought black stockings and suspenders and 
a pair of French knickers that covered most of her 
lower belly and behind. She would have to wear one of 
her normal bras as she had to order them because of 
their size. It was impossible to get sexy bras for 
women her size and she had never really tried. She 
couldn't get dressed at home so she left the house with 
a bag telling her husband she would be home late from 
bridge that night.

He just nodded and watched the news on TV. She went to 
her health club and took a sauna  and shower then 
changed into her costume for the night. Her plan was to 
wear her long overcoat over it when she left the club. 
When she stood looking at herself in the mirror she 
felt weak. The skirt was far too small and only reached 
just below her hanging belly leaving two inches of 
flabby white flesh above the black stockings.

When she looked at her behind in the mirror she could 
see both bum cheeks hanging down below the hem line and 
when she twisted like that her top rode up letting her 
swollen belly stick out under her breasts. She looked 
so bad. "Who the hell would want a monster like that?" 
she thought. Her breasts reached her waist even with 
the bra and she had so many bumps and rolls it was 
disgusting. She put on her overcoat and left the club 
thinking Jim would not like what he saw and send her 
home.

He opened the door and looked disappointed to see her. 
He smiled and lead her inside "Let me take your coat," 
he asked pleasantly, the bastard. She ignored him and 
walked into the sitting room her legs felt weak and she 
wobbled on the shoes. He was only wearing a bath robe 
making her heart beat wildly. He stepped up behind her 
and placed his hands on her shoulders "Your coat, 
Marge?" he whispered in her ear. 

She opened the buttons and let him pull it from her 
with her back to him. She tugged at her skirt hoping it 
would get longer. Jim stepped back with her coat and 
admired the view. "Man, what an ass" he thought his 
cock growing hard right away under his housecoat. Her 
huge ass hung down below her skirt and her fat legs 
stuffed each stocking to bursting point.

Only reaching above her knees, he could see the thick 
folds of fat under each arm where her breasts pulled 
down with weight. "Turn around," he said his mouth dry. 
Slowly she turned and he sucked in air. This was 150% 
woman, her body almost as wide as it was tall and her 
clothing ready to rip open with the pressure. He loved 
it. 

At first Marge kept her eyes down but when he made no 
sound she looked up and saw right off his penis pushing 
his coat out like a tent pole. "He was hard just by 
looking at her and not disgusted," she thought. His 
eyes were wide open and he was devouring her with them. 
She felt her face flush red and to her horror, her 
nipples harden as if she were cold but she was not.

In fact her whole tummy felt hot and she had a tingling 
itch between her legs. She pulled her eyes away from 
his penis and looked at his face which broke out in a 
grin. 

"You look filthy Marge, just perfect," said Jim sitting 
down but not offering her a seat. His coat opened a 
little when he sat and he saw her eyes dart to his 
groin. He smiled and pulled the coat open all the way 
letting his cock stand up proud. He'd been proud of his 
cock all his life and why not, it was a full 10 inches 
long and thick to go with it. He liked nothing better 
than to see it stretch a pussy open and to hear women 
scream with pain and pleasure.

"Oh my God," thought Marge her eyes popping open at the 
sight of his penis, she had only ever seen her 
husband's penis and it was half the size. This was just 
not possible. She watched him wrap his hand around it 
and pull the tight skin down its length making the 
swollen top pop out. It seemed to grow in his hand and 
he was grinning enjoying the look on her face. 

"Now Marge, don't get excited ... we have all night," 
he said looking up at her from the sofa with his cock 
in his hand. "First I want you to get on your hands and 
knees and crawl over between my legs, nice and slow," 
he ordered. When she didn't respond he growled, "Don't 
fuck up now Marge, your doing real good."

Marge just could not get his penis out of her mind. It 
was huge! It was so bloody big but she dropped down to 
her knees on the floor then moved forward and placed 
her hands flat on the carpet.

Oh man what a sight. Her tits reached the floor. They 
hung down so much and the sight of her enormous ass and 
hips just behind had Jims cock throbbing in his hand. 
As she crawled over her tits swung from side to side 
despite wearing a bra. They were just so heavy and her 
angry face only made him hotter. She stopped a foot 
from his cock and just stared at it looking stoned. 'My 
God, I can smell it! Oooh somebody help me here,' 
thought Marge a foot from his monster cock. Then she 
thought, 'My God, Wendy has had that thing inside her.'

 He spread his legs wider and slid down the sofa until 
his cock tapped her face. She moved back as if she'd 
had an electric shock and he laughed.

"Ooh God, it feels so hard, and hot," thought Marge. 
"He'll want me to touch it now." 

Jim looked at her thinking this was better than the 
daughter and thinking how he'd like to come on her 
face. "Now I want you to suck my cock and play with my 
balls, and suck it good or I'll fuck your mouth and you 
don't want that, believe me." 

Marge had never had a penis in her mouth, never even 
thought about it and her husband had never asked. She 
knew people did it but knew no one who openly said they 
did that kind of thing. She didn't know where to start.

"Wrap your cocksucking lips around it baby and suck it 
hard," hissed Jim sliding further down the sofa and 
jerking off now, his cock touching her face. Marge 
closed her eyes and touched her lips against his penis. 
She kissed it gently once then twice hearing him groan. 

She opened her mouth and lowered it over his gland 
until she felt his penis touch the back of her mouth. 
She closed her lips around it. It was impossibly thick, 
her lips where stretched around it and she knew she 
only had half its length in her mouth. She sucked as 
best she could, repeating the motion, coating his penis 
with her saliva. He groaned again and pushed his 
fingers into her hair.

Christ it was good to see her round podgy face with his 
cock in her mouth. "The stuck up posh cunt sucking his 
cock like a real whore," thought Jim groaning loudly. 
She wasn't that bad but he could see she hadn't sucked 
much cock. That would change now. "Ooooh yeah, that's 
real good Marge! Take some more." He managed humping 
his ass up to meet her mouth. His cock was forced 
further down her throat and she gagged a little but 
managed to pull back up before he could choke her.

The bastard had her by the hair and pulled her head 
back down on it. She was on the verge of panic but 
managed to calm herself relaxing her throat and letting 
his cock slide down it. After four of five thrusts she 
was taking most of his 10 inches. She had no time to 
think about it but she was forced to wrap her hand 
around the base of his penis to stop him killing her 
with it. She was, in fact, taking its impossible 
length. 

"Ooh yeah, play with my balls you slut," he hissed 
humping his hips up faster and faster.

She cupped his heavy balls and rolled them in her hand 
still holding his penis. Abruptly, she felt him pull 
her off and push her away. She looked up at him and he 
was smiling at her. "Get your tits out bitch," he 
commanded. She was too far gone to refuse. She pulled 
the top over her head dropping it on the floor then 
reached behind and undid the bra. 

She felt her breasts fall down heavily and resisted the 
urge to stretch them. When she looked down she saw her 
nipples were hard and sticking out embarrassing her.

She looked back up at Jim and saw his eyes where 
popping out of his head. "Fuck, I've never seen 
anything like them," he said breathlessly, "Stand up 
quickly," he barked at her. She got to her feet with 
her tits swinging wildly. Her belly bulged over the top 
of her skirt and her tits reached her waist line. "Take 
off your skirt and panties now, hurry," he barked again 
tugging on his cock. She leaned forward as she pulled 
her skirt down over her hips having to wriggle her hips 
from side to side and take her panties with it as she 
did.

She felt humiliated and embarrassed by her body as she 
always had but this man was looking at her like she was 
a pin up. He was almost trembling with his eyes wide 
with lust. When she stood back up, Jim looked her up 
and down, man this was the finest piece of fat ass he'd 
scored in a long time. 

Her hanging tits, her belly that had slight red marks 
from stretching curved down to form a second belly that 
was her pussy mound. He could see her swollen mound 
almost hairless like her daughter, the suspender belt 
almost hidden under the fold.

"Turn around," he barked and she turned fast showing 
him her back and behind. Marge was relieved to have her 
back to him but horrified that he was staring at her 
absolute worst body part, her huge flabby ass. 

"Step your legs apart," he commanded and she stepped 
apart but her legs still touched at the top. "Wider 
bitch," he shouted at her scaring her. She stepped her 
legs apart more so she had a gap between her legs now, 
the cool air on her pussy making her hot. 

"Now, bend forward with your legs straight and your 
knees together," she heard him almost whisper. This had 
to be the worst. He wanted to see her completely 
exposed. She cupped her breasts to stop them swinging 
forward painfully and did as he asked knowing full well 
that he could see her entire sex now.

"Christ, her cunt looks huge," thought Jim moving over 
to stand behind her. He dropped down on one knee with 
his face a foot from her ass and pussy. "Let your tits 
go and pull your checks apart," he commanded as she 
felt his hand on her ass. It sent a shiver up her back 
and almost made her knees weak. He squeezed her flabby 
cheek gently with one then two hands mauling both 
cheeks softly. 

She felt him pull her ass apart gently at first but 
forcing when they were fully apart. "You do it slut, 
hold it open," he barked and she found herself doing 
it. The next thing she felt was his face pressed 
against her sex, his nose pushing into her fatty folded 
lips. He used his own hands to open her sex wider and 
she felt his tongue work its way up and down the length 
of her slit.

Her knees buckled but she caught her balance and he 
pushed his tongue deeper inside her making her squirm. 
This was like nothing she had ever felt before. She 
stumbled forward as she felt an intense heat work its 
way from Jim's tongue into sex then up through her body 
right to her hard nipples. Her legs buckled again and 
this time she stumbled forward. She grabbed the dining 
table and clung to it for support. Jim was right behind 
her but now he was standing up and she had only a 
second to brace herself before she felt her body been 
split in two.

His penis felt twice as big as it was as it forced its 
way inside her wet hole, she felt like he would really 
rip her open and the heat she felt from his tongue was 
hotter from his penis. He only stopped when he had his 
entire penis inside her sex. She could feel every last 
inch of lumpy penis stretching her like she had never 
imagined possible. Her breaths came in short gasps and 
she was gripping the table with white knuckles. 

It wasn't until he pulled out and slammed back in 
violently that she came and even then she didn't know 
it. He fucked her with long very hard strokes, really 
pounding his penis into her and Marge very nearly 
passed out. Her sex was flooding with hot burning 
liquid and she had shockwaves running up her back and 
down to her swollen hard nipples that were squashed on 
the table top.

When she understood that this was an orgasm she cried 
out then lost control and had to let it rip through 
her, the man's fingers where like steel as he yanked 
her back to meet his thrusts.

Every time he slammed into her, it made her ass ripple 
like water the two ass cheeks flopping up and down 
spurring him on to fuck her harder. 

It had been quite a while since he felt so horny but he 
wanted to see her tits fly. He was pulled her head back 
painfully by the hair forcing her to stand up with his 
penis still buried deep inside her. Her breasts came 
free and she tried to stop them swinging but he was 
fucking her so hard. Her legs where still jelly. She 
gave up and just let them swing painfully. For Jim it 
was perfect. He could see her breasts swing about 
wildly and when he slapped her flabby ass hard with his 
open hand she cried out in pain. He held her hair with 
one hand and her thick hips with the other and pounded 
her hard making his balls slap against her clit.

He felt good that she was coming and even though her 
pussy was sopping wet and open now it still felt 
excellent around his cock. When he felt her come down 
he slowed down too sliding his cock in and out with 
long slow strokes looking at his come covered cock as 
it fucked her. Her puffy cunt lips clung to it. "Yeah 
slut, you liked that didn't you? A good hard fucking 
from behind," he panted, catching his breath. 

He let her hair go and she flopped down flat on the 
table gasping for breath. She felt him run his hands up 
her back then back to her ass mauling her roughly with 
his large hands. 

"This is not happening," she repeated to herself over 
and over but she could still feel the hot fire from her 
sex ready to explode again and there was nothing she 
could do about it.

Wham! He slapped her ass again. The pain was running up 
her back but the smacking sound strangely exciting her. 
"I'm gonna pump your cunt full of spunk slut, you 
ready?' she heard him say and she knew he was about to 
come inside her. Instead of the normal dread she waited 
anxiously for it and understood she wanted it to 
happen.

Jim gave her cunt one last glance then started on her 
again. He could feel his balls tighten and felt his 
spunk rise. Yanking her huge ass back as he thrust in 
had his balls slapping her clit and after a minute he 
was coming. Marge had wanted to wait and feel him come 
but as soon as he started fucking her hard like that 
the fire in her sex erupted and she came again, so 
powerful that she didn't even feel him when he came. It 
was only when he pulled his penis out that she saw he 
was finished but she was still twitching and moaning 
bent over the table her orgasm not finished.

Jim stepped back and looked down at her. The bitch had 
come again making him smile. Her pussy was wide open, a 
small gaping hole with the first wad of white spunk 
just starting to leak out running down to her swollen 
erect clit. He could see her pussy contracting and 
twitching as she lay helpless out of breath.

When she came too she was still bent over the table, 
she could feel the cool air on her exposed sex and felt 
wet and messy down there. When she pushed herself up 
with her arms she felt weak. She quickly picked up her 
top not looking at Jim and put it on without the bra. 
Tugging her skirt down, she picked up her bra and 
panties then grabbed her coat. "You were not bad for an 
old bag, Marge." 

Jim was on the sofa. He was still naked and looking 
very relaxed. "I'll call you for next week's 
installment," he chuckled. Marge looked at him and said 
"I thought we where all paid up. I did what you asked." 
He smiled at her like she was a child. "I said replace 
Wendy, not just tonight but from now on unless you 
don't mind me fucking her again."

"Oooh shit," thought Marge, this was a nightmare.

END

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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