Free Turned Out! (BBW Erotic Romance) by Lexy Harper

Prologue
    LORNA
    S he watched as he approached her friend Marlena and bent to whisper in her ear.  Marlena must have heard him over the loud music, because she nodded her head and whispered something back to him.
    He turned and walked towards the bar.
    Marlena turned and rolled her eyes at Lorna.  He was cute in the way that only shorter men could be.  Lorna knew her friend well enough to know that he was so not Marlena’s type.
    He returned with a bottle of beer in one hand and a glass, filled with clear liquid and a couple of ice cubes, in the other.  When he handed Marlena the glass, she took it and placed it next to her barely-touched one on the small table she and Lorna were sharing, without a word of thanks.
    He stood next to Marlena’s chair, as if trying to build up his courage, while she glanced around the club, looking bored.  Finally he turned and asked her to dance.  She grudgingly accepted and let him lead her to the dance floor.
    She danced with him as though it was an unpleasant chore, and in a way that would let anyone watching know that he wasn’t her man.
    After a couple of dances, she obviously decided that she’s done enough to repay him for the drink and danced with someone else.
    His embarrassment was visible as he turned to ask Lorna to dance with him.
    She accepted...though ordinarily she would have refused.
    He had first chosen Marlena—who was four dress sizes smaller—so he must prefer skinny women.
    He’d also shown a complete lack of manners by not offering to buy her a drink too, when he’d made the offer to Marlena.  Lorna would have declined—she had enough money to buy her own drinks and also she wasn’t stupid enough to let a man buy her a drink without accompanying him to the bar—but she wondered if he was stingy or just broke.
    There was an air of defeat about him that spoke to her.
    He looked in desperate need of some tender loving care and she had a lot to give.
    He would be her next project, she decided there and then.
    Some men learn to love when they’re shown love; some take all the love they can get and give nothing in return.
    She was willing to give Bryce the chance to prove which of the two kinds he was.
    She was also strong enough to drop him like a hot potato, if he turned out to be the latter.

Turned Out!
    W hen Bryce is in a good mood he calls me ‘Mr Shorty’.  When he’s pissed off he foregoes the formality and just calls me plain ‘Shorty’.  I hate the name calling.  He is only 5’ 6” and should be the last person to call anyone or anything vertically challenged.  But as they say, ‘familiarity breeds contempt’.
    He and I are too close for comfort.  I would leave him if I could, but the farthest I can get my head away from him is eight and a half inches when I’m hard and a little less when I’m not.
    My other end is attached to him, you see.
    Yes, I’m his dick.
    I’m the thing that dangles between his legs and rules him in most situations.
    He has no respect for me and sometimes I have to teach him a lesson.
    He and I have completely different taste in women.  He likes skinny, model types, but give me a BBW any day of the week.  When I give them some attention, they give it back a hundredfold.  They give head with gusto, the same way they eat food.  And can keep up with me because they have stamina.  Skinny women aren’t anywhere as accommodating.  Most of them hold out until Bryce buys them dinner and then they just pick at it because they are watching their weight.  Don’t know why—there’s nothing there to see!  Some of them have to be dined several times before they will free up and often they aren’t worth the wait.  Most big girls cook for him—some have even taken him out for meals.  And they almost never make a fuss about giving him some pussy.
    Bryce wears two-inch inserts in his shoes to make up for his height deficit, but most women don’t realize that he is suddenly shorter once he gets them home and I