Beautiful Brutality Ch. 04 - Sex Stories

Beautiful Brutality Ch. 04

... horrific nightmare ends.

"I know, I know," Charlotte agreed. "But, I've gotta get my jollies somehow, right? You know, besides playing with this suuuuuper thick pound cake back here!"

Rhea couldn't help but blush again; for as tough as she was, her ass really was her one weakness. "I'd prefer if ya didn't...you know..."

"What? Point out how fat your ass is?"

"Y-Yeah," Rhea confirmed reluctantly.

"Well, good luck with that, bitch. Maybe you shouldn't have such a huge fucking dumper. Did you ever think of that, huh? Then, maybe real women like me wouldn't want any part of you, and you'd be able to continue living your silly little fantasy in peace." Charlotte's logic was flawed, no doubt, considering the juiciness and overall fuckability of her booty wasn't exactly something Rhea could control. But, regardless of the flaws, there was a bit of truth baked in below the surface.

Other tops of similar stature and imposition like Charlotte or her friend Raquel didn't have such round, jiggly butts, or huge, natural tits either! Muscles on top of muscles, sure, but Rhea fell short in the "size" category too, giving up several inches in height to both women. Even Bianca Belair, the other notable big, buff muscle woman in WWE, who's bum was pretty large, couldn't really relate to Rhea; The EST's booty was almost purely muscle, while Rhea's was about a 70/30 natural phat/muscle ratio. It was a losing battle, for sure.

"Maybe I don't have a choice?" Rhea cockily ...

... snapped. "Did YOU ever think of THAT, bitch?" Obviously, her mouth wasn't doing The Nightmare any favors, but submitting to Charlotte's will completely wasn't on her itinerary. Defiance was better than compliance. Especially when Charlotte was too enamored by those fat, pale butt cheeks to care anyway.

Giggling, Charlotte asked, "I'm sorry, did you say something, Rhea? I couldn't hear you over the sound of me having my way with your dump truck!" A perfect comeback, one that a smart woman would dare try and compete with.

"That doesn't make a sound," Rhea grumbled, proving bravery and intelligence weren't exactly mutually exclusive traits, after all.

"You mean like this?" Charlotte questioned before smashing each massive mound into one another, literally clapping Ripley's cheeks to prove her point. "Hear that, bitch? That's the sound of your anal virginity saying goodbye! She's saying, 'Hey, Rhea! Thanks for all of the boring memories! See you never, I'm gonna go spend the rest of my life with Queen Char's cock now! Buh-bye!' You hear it, don't you?"

"God, you're the bloody worst," Rhea whined.

"Worst, best, they're basically the same when it involves delusional little bitches, butts, and my cock," Charlotte argued, once again trapping Rhea in her world of flawed yet strangely accurate logic. But, despite that fact, was willing to relent to Rhea's desires, largely because it meant quenching a few of her own. "But, as you say...whatevah! I'm ready to see if this meaty ...