Born Today - Sex Stories

Born Today

... her back and looking up into his eyes, hopefully. She stood before him, completely naked and spattered with all manner of bodily fluids, food and filth. As Harold surveyed her form with an amused look, he began commenting on how her hair was a scarlet colored birds-nest, tangled and cum-soaked. Her makeup was a fright, and she looked almost clownish. Her red-marked body was smeared with streaks of God-knew what and she reeked of garbage, sweat and cum and Harold remarked on how he could already see some bruises starting to form on her skin. Holly's eyes searched his as a hopeful smile spread over her face. "Well Harry," she asked with a slight tremble in her voice, almost afraid of the answer,"how do I look?" Tilting his large head to the side, studying her for a moment, Harold Brock took off his $800 designer coat and wrapped it around her naked, trembling form, taking her in his arms as they walked back to the waiting limousine. "Holly, you look like the perfect wife, honey." he said, smiling. Chapter 2 As the limousine drove away from the warehouse, the scene of her rebirth from a pampered, spoiled child into that of a new woman, Holly cuddled against her husband's rotund figure, sighing contentedly as he engulfed her tiny form, her right shoulder swathed by his meaty hand. Although she was now warm and comfortable in the back seat of limousine, a flicker of doubt crossed her mind; wondering if Harold was indeed completely reconciled to her change of heart. Her sudden ...

... fear was increased when she looked up to see his stony, grim face as he passively watched the scenery passing by as they drove. Certainly, the gorgeous redhead was sincere in her newfound appreciation of the sexual, physical dominance of being with fat, obese men. It was like a flame in her mind that ran wild, an almost laughable revelation that she had previously thought impossible for a girl like her to acknowledge; yet, there it was, this weird mixture of feelings inside of her. Whereas before she had sought out only the most physically perfect of boys which (now that she could be honest with herself) only bored her, giving her mere orgasms and little else. Now, as she slid a hand over Harold's immaculately fitted shirt, relishing the feel of his corpulent belly beneath her fingers, she shivered a little at the thought of not just the sex but the power, the intensity, the enveloping domination of being helpless before such a massive, relentless man. She felt so deliciously tiny and small with him and so aroused at being made to take on such an enormous man's lust and passion. But now, as she studied Harold's dark gaze as he worked through his own private thoughts, Holly worried that her past taunts that she carelessly assumed were unheard were now possibly troubling him and perhaps casting doubts on her own sincerity. Holly was brought back to reality with a jolt as the silence in the limousine was cut by the deep, even voice of her husband, "So, not disgusted by your fat ...