Door Dash Delight - Sex Stories

Door Dash Delight

It was late, just after twelve A.M. and I decided this was my last run. I picked up a pizza and headed to the motel. I wasn’t sure if it was still working, last I heard; it was closed. Pulled in, seemed to have a new coat of paint—looks like the attached porn shop is still closed, though. Damn. I backed into a space, grabbed the bag and soda, knocked on the door with my phone.
“Hold on, I gotta get a shirt on,” was the muffled southern accent behind the door.
“Naw you don’t,” I thought.
Moments later the door opened. I don’t know if my jaw dropped literally or metaphorically. Stood, just a few inches shorter than me, and way bigger, was the sexiest SSBBW I had ever seen. I see hot fat chicks all the time, but I don’t get this thirsty often. Long straight blonde hair, cute round face, gray eyes. I was right, she didn’t need a shirt on—dress, actually. Thin cotton fit, like from Walmart, or something. The top was black with a huge neck line that shown off her big ass, heavy tits, they seemed to hang on her belly. If she had a bra on, it’s hafta be on the south side of the alphabet. The bottom was black and white striped.
That stomach. Oh my belly fetish was raging. I don’t know how to describe it. It was big and round, probably covered that pussy. There was a big bulge, like maybe she was pregnant and carrying low, or a hernia like my ex had, but bigger. I could see the indent in the dress where her deep belly button was, on that pregnant looking part.
“Here’s the money,” ...

... she said after she grabbed the food, and sat it on the bed.
That ass looked huge, wide, and plump, but it was hard to tell if it dropped off—you know; how some folks have that concave, or whatever ass, like they spend way too much time sitting on it, and the fat only goes to the top? That’s my theory, anyway. I’d still hit, though.
“My friends should be back, soon.”
Everybody knows what that Motel is used for. I’ve been there quite a few times, just for that reason. “Yall have fun.”
She laughed some as she shut the door. I walked back to the car, thought about pulled that dress off and dicking her down, and showing that sexy weird belly some love.
Just as I was about to start the car, I heard the door open. “Hey wait, I forgot your tip,” she blurted.
I stepped back out and walked to the door, happy to get another look at the fat lil white girl. She looked around, then stepped just beyond the threshold. She bit her lower lip and shifted in her socks.
“It’s a good tip, if you want it… you gotta come get it, though.”
I was about to tell her we can’t go in folks houses and shit. I’m six four, black, and carry, so I don’t really care. I was about to say that, until I saw her fat lil fingers grab at her dress. She shifted on her feet, pulled the sides of her dress to her plump sexy weird belly, and up to her breasts, while looking me up and down.
“Aieght, that’s cool,” I said and hit the lock on the fob.
I stepped in, and with what looked like relief and excitement, she ...