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

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    Take this evening for instance.  We walked into his favourite nightclub and he immediately walked up to this Ferrari of a woman, completely ignoring the chubby Ford Fiesta beside her.  The Ferrari grudgingly told him her name was Marlena, and after he got her a double vodka and tonic, though the one in her hand was barely touched, she grudgingly agreed to dance with him.
    He and I dance with taller women all the time.  The nice ones spread their legs a bit, reducing the height discrepancy and allowing a brother to get right up in between their thighs.  She kept her legs together like her upper thighs were the only things keeping her pussy from escaping and running out of the club.  Anyway, after we danced a couple of tunes she let Bryce go, went back to her table and downed one of the drinks.  The next thing we knew, a brother almost twice Bryce’s size and height, came over and asked her to dance.  She downed the other drink, jumped up and left Bryce without a word.  She had danced with Bryce all prim and proper like she was a Sunday school teacher; she danced with the tall fucker like she was a dancehall queen.
    By then all the women in the club had hooked up with other men, leaving the sweet Fiesta and an older woman the only ones without partners.  Bryce grudgingly asked the Fiesta to dance.  She readily agreed, but she was taller than she looked sitting on the stool, sipping her glass of brandy or some similar amber liquid.  Her four-inch heels made her at least two inches taller than Bryce and having unsuccessfully tried to get his arms comfortably around her, he dropped them to his side.  I could tell that he was regretting asking her to dance.  But the Fiesta, probably sensing that he would leave her in the middle of the song, wrapped her arms around his neck, spread her legs nicely apart and placed her fat clit right on top of me and started to move to the music.
    By then I was as hard as granite.
    Lorna, a beautiful name I thought personally when she introduced herself later, gave me the sweetest dry sex I’ve ever had.  If she had been wearing a mini or something more convenient than jeans, my man Bryce would have whipped me out and had her right on the dance floor.  I know that because he has done it before in that same club.  The lights are so low you can barely recognize faces.  A couple of times Bryce has pulled women he thought were good looking and when he got them outside under the street lights he almost ran and left them.  The club is known for two particular types of women: skinny and ugly, or chubby.  The skinny ones were always ugly, guaranteed.  The chubby ones were often pretty, but there were no guarantees.
    Lorna was good looking, thank God.
    After the party, Bryce offered her a lift home.  She had planned to share a cab home with Marlena, but the skinny Minnie went home with the big, muscle-bound fucker and left her girlfriend stranded.
    On the way to her house Lorna put her hand in Bryce’s trousers and released me.  Phew!  I had been dying, confined in his boxer shorts.  She had nice, spongy hands.  Their softness felt so good against my hardness I nearly came as she stroked me.
    “Do you want to come up for a while?” she asked when Bryce pulled up in front of her end-of-terrace house.
    “I live with somebody,” he lied.
    In other words he was telling her that he would fuck her but couldn’t offer any commitment.  This is what he does to bigger women all the time.  Yet, they are the ones who have always treated us the best.
    “I’m not asking you to marry me,” she responded coolly.
    “Alright, I’ll come up for a short while.”
    As soon as they’d entered the door, Bryce pulled her back against him.
    “Take off your heels,” he instructed, already reaching around to unzip her jeans.  She kicked off her shoes and made to turn and face him.  Instead he pulled her thong and jeans off together and kept her facing away from him.
    “Do you