Big Girls One Night Collection: 6 Complete Erotic Romance Stories

by Padraige, Ulriche Kacey

  They had a renovated old house that they used as a private social club. They needed Cassie and Lorna’s services to manage the house. Lorna came up with preliminary recommendations for the contract that they would draw up.

  They discussed the tentative details and after the details were all discussed, Lorna gathered up her paperwork and prepared to leave.

  She allowed herself to look at the men now that the business was settled. She had made a good deal with them and she was about to leave.

  So it was all right to look at them as the sexual beings they were. They were way more than sexual beings. They were the most handsome men she had ever seen in a group.

  The gorgeous guys were clearly rich. They had that finely tuned look of men in expensive clothes with expensive haircuts and bodies fueled with expensive food and exercise.

  Sometimes plain men can make themselves look fantastic with the addition of this kind of attention. When they happen to have natural good looks, the gilding of good clothes and all these accoutrements moves them into a higher level of gorgeousness.

  These men were unreal in their handsomeness. Lorna was painfully aware of the world she lived in where she would never know what it was like to be beautiful to the point of being breathtaking.

  A wave of sorrow passed over her and for a moment she thought she might cry, right here in front of these four handsome men.

  Instead she smiled, a small smile that allowed her to bite her bottom lip as a distraction. She nodded and then briskly left the conference room.

  The men said good bye and she thought as she left the office how smooth their voices were. They were like a different species, she told herself.

  Talking It Over

  The plan was for Cassie to come over for supper and discuss the new job managing the social club. They had a huge Italian meal. Both women loved to cook as well as eat.

  They drank a little wine. Lorna made sure to express milk for her baby before they had wine. She was still in the process of weaning the baby. It was taking a lot longer than she planned.

  However, Lorna knew that the delay in weaning the baby had more to do with her recent sexual exploits with a man who taught her the delights of having her tits sucked.

  The thought of it, of having a man’s mouth sucking the milk out of her body, sent electricity from her nipples to her vagina in strong waves. The waves were echoes of an orgasm.

  The wine and the memory of that man nursing at her breasts made Lorna so horny, she knew that as soon as Cassie left, she would have to do herself.

  It made her feel a little wistful thinking about having sex. As good as she was at pleasuring herself, Lorna had been taken to another realm when she had access to a man who loved to play.

  Especially because he loved to play with big beautiful women. He had made her feel beautiful. She was the woman of his dreams. The fact that she was lactating sent him into delirious bouts of sensual overdose.

  After dinner, Lorna talked to Cassie about the afternoon meeting and the four gorgeous guys.

  Cassie, who did the paperwork, said, “Jim, Jake, John and Jerry.”

  Lorna looked puzzled.

  Cassie laughed. “Those are the names I use for them.”

  Lorna had their business cards but she did not get into elaborate name sharing this afternoon.

  Cassie said, “Well their names are slightly more formal. But strip ‘em down, that’s who they are. The four Js.”

  Normally Lorna would have made a joke or at least a comment about stripping them down but she didn’t and Cassie noticed.

  Cassie had to ask, “Are you all right?”

  Lorna looked at her friend and coworker. She was about to plaster on the fake smile and say. “Of course.”

  But what was the point? Why lie to Cassie? It was bad enough to lie to herself. She decided to lay it all out. So she began, “It’s like this….”

  The Angst

  Lorna poured out her soul to her best friend. She was so used to being alone buried in her own body, sheltered from the world. It was hard to let herself go.

  When I went into the office, she explained, and when I sat down with those men, I felt in control. I was on top of the situation.

  She knew she was dressed in a good looking outfit and she knew her jewelry was classy and her hair well done. She knew her facts and figures perfectly.

  “But they were so damned gorgeous,” Lorna said, “and when I was leaving, all I could think was that they were likely looking at me as if I were some sort of freak.”

  She made a falsetto voice, “See the big girl. Who would want to fuck her?”

  She looked at Cassie, her big eyes swimming with tears, “and I felt so lonely. Like I am a circus freak.”

  Cassie who was bigger, both in height and weight, stared at her. She knew exactly how Lorna felt. However this was not a feeling that she liked to explore.

  It was depressing. There was a part of Cassie’s inner self that she left locked up in a storage room in her psyche. It was better there. She preferred to think of herself as the active and successful business woman that she was.

  She suspected that part of Lorna’s angst was due to her new work situation. Success often carried with it remnants of fear and old failures or thoughts of failure.

  Happiness is delicate and for some people there is always the lingering feeling that happiness will be followed by a big crash of misery.

  Lorna was suddenly exhausted and Cassie suggested that they both get a good night’s sleep. Part of her wanted to escape the long discussion about appearances and men and sex and loneliness.

  Cassie left with a feeling of emptiness. What a depressing evening. Life was better if you just lived it and had fun and didn’t ask too many soul-searching questions.

  The Early Morning Attitude

  Jim called Cassie as soon as he figured office hours would be open. After Lorna left the previous afternoon, he admitted to John that he found her sexy. “Did you see the spark in her eyes?” Jim asked.

  John had. He responded, “I love how confident she is.”

  Jim suggested that they invite Lorna and Cassie over to the social club for dinner. John had talked to Cassie on the phone but neither of them had met her.

  Jim said, “I think it would be a good idea to get to know them and it would give me a chance to get to know Lorna better.”

  All his life, Jim had loved big women. Their flesh felt so good against his skin. He loved how his sinewy body could wrap around them and they could wrap their soft skin around him.

  He felt enveloped in their big beautiful bodies. He had mentioned this in passing, almost as a joke, to John one day. John kind of dismissed it as a joke but later, maybe three weeks later, John admitted that he too had similar fantasies but he had never been with a really large woman.

  John had brought up the topic of big women when Jerome even though he was not one hundred percent sure that Jerome like women all that much. He was surprised when Jerome admitted that he had thought about trying it on with a big woman.

  “You know John, I just can’t get all that excited about bony little broads. I spend too much time thinking I will squash them or hurt their skinny little arms.

  John was tentative about asking Jim but he decided to go ahead anyway. “So Jim, how elaborate are your plans for the evening.”

  What he really meant was would this turn into a wild night of passion?

  Jim said that he wanted to keep all his options open. The social club was not open yet. The meal would be catered and after the caterers left, they would retire to the bar with its leather chairs and have a brandy.

  The bar was not even stocked yet but Jim planned to bring in wine and brandy and some really good scotch. The upper floor had a half dozen very well appointed bedrooms suitable for visitors or members who wanted to stay in town.

  In other words, Jim was prepared for any eventualities that the evening might reveal. Of course, he had not yet called to invite the women. He debated
whether to invite them for a specific evening or to leave it up to them to choose the time.

  Jim felt like the awkward high school kid he had been before he became the sculpted model of masculinity that he now was. This was unusual for him because in the world of marketing, he was one of the most self-assured men in the business.

  With the usual women he met in his social circle, he was equally self-assured. However with Lorna, he felt just a smidgeon of being tongue-tied.

  He had been thinking about it all day. Why would he be shy at all around a woman? It had something to do with the unfamiliarity of being out of his comfort zone.

  Comfort zone? That was it. Lorna would be a comfort zone in herself. What was it about her that made him hesitate to call her? Why was he so glad that John offered to call the office and make arrangements?

  It was a combination of not knowing how she would react. With most women, he knew the game. He knew how they would respond. Lorna was closer to the world he felt safe and comfortable in when he was a boy, a teenager, and a young man.

  Was he afraid of going back to that time?

  Jim finally decided the best way to deal with this mind-numbing circle of thoughts was to go for a long run. It would clear out his head and buff up his muscles.

  The Date is Made

  John called Cassie and said that he and Jim would like to have her and Lorna over to the social club for a meal. He explained that the club was not yet officially opened but it was fully functional.

  He wanted to show them how the club worked and give them a proper tour. So far, the deal had been made and they had seen photos.

  Cassie said yes and told him she would have to check with Lorna about the evening that would be best. John assured her that any evening this week would work for him and Jim.

  Lorna was upset when Cassie called and passed on the information about the invitation.

  “Did you not understand what I told you last night?” Lorna said. “I am feeling really down in the dumps and I am not up to being entertained by those pretty boys.”

  Cassie closed her eyes and clenched her jaw. Lorna could be stubborn. That was part of it. The other part is that Cassie knew exactly how Lorna felt. However, this was business.

  Cassie had a huge streak of common sense and self-preservation. She had long ago come to terms with the way she looked and how she felt. She also knew that for the most part, so had Lorna.

  She was being tough on Lorna but it was time for toughness.

  “It’s a job, Lorna. Just a job.”

  Lorna grunted a kind of affirmation. “Yeah, Cass, it’s business. I know.”

  They looked at their schedules and agreed that Friday night might be the best time because the baby was having a sleepover with her grandparents on Friday night.

  Friday night worked well for John and Jim so the arrangements were made for the women to arrive for drinks and dinner at 8 PM.

  Friday

  Lorna’s mood had improved by Friday. She had gone through that old familiar argument with herself about her appearance. It had been a good 10 years since the last time she felt like this.

  Nevertheless she went out and bought herself a new outfit for the evening. She even splurged on new silk underwear.

  Cassie picked up Lorna and the baby and they took baby over to her grandparents. Lorna’s mother told them to enjoy their weekend and suggested that Lorna not be in a big rush to pick up the little darling on Saturday.

  Cassie drove leisurely to the social club. Although she kept insisting that this was a business encounter, she kept having special feelings.

  “This feels like a date,” Cassie said.

  Lorna chuckled. “Wait until you see these guys. They are movie star handsome.”

  They parked the car close to the entrance and when John opened the door, Cassie could hardly speak. He was even more gorgeous than Lorna suggested.

  He was tall and broad shouldered with fine features. He looked lean but that was probably more due to good tailoring than anything else. He was wearing slacks and a golf shirt that exposed his well-muscled forearms.

  He was definitely not skinny lean. His dark hair was expensively cut and his eyes were an exquisite deep blue. His smile revealed perfect teeth that were white but not that snow white that looks fake.

  He escorted them into the lobby and Jim appeared. If possible Jim was even more gorgeous than John. He was taller and rangier than John. His hair was jet black and his eyes a deep brown. He was wearing slacks and a white shirt with the sleeves rolled halfway up his forearms.

  They went into the living room area which was actually a very discreet bar. Jim asked if Manhattans would be to their liking.

  Lorna blurted out, “that is my favorite drink of all time.” Then she laughed. “Oh golly gee. Could I sound any more like a teenage girl?”

  In that moment, the atmosphere changed. Jim felt his own inner secret shyness disappear.

  Manhattan’s help relax and even more and by the time I sat down to their catered meal, they were as relaxed as if they had been old friends for years.

  Jim picked up Lorna’s hand while they were still sitting at the dinner table and gaze into her eyes. “There is something I just have to say.”

  Lorna batted her eyelashes in a joking way. She spoke in a southern accent, doing a reasonably good imitation of a southern belle. “Say anything you want.”

  Jim kissed her hand and said, “You are the sexiest creature I have ever seen. There. I’ve said it.”

  Lorna felt herself blush. Cassie stared at the tableau of Jim and Lorna. John laid his hand over Cassie’s and said, “I hope you ladies are not in a rush to go home.”

  Cassie turned and smiled at him. “We thought this was a simple business meeting.”

  John said, “So did we actually.”

  Jim said, “Well I knew that I had this incredible attraction to Lorna the afternoon we first met. But it was not my intention to try to seduce her.”

  He hesitated then spoke again. “We wanted to give you a good tour of the place and yes, I did want to see you again. But I had no idea that the evening would be as – as relaxed as it is.”

  Lorna said, “But I am sure that you could have any woman you want.” It seemed to be or even for blurting things out. She saw the look in Cassie’s eyes and shrugged.

  “Since I want you,” Jim said, “it would be wonderful if I could have any woman I wanted.”

  John suggested that they go back to the bar and have a liqueur. As they walked across the hall into the bar, Jim held Lorna’s hand.

  While John and Cassie settled into the big comfortable chairs, Jim stopped and pulled her toward him wrapping his arms around her and kissing her.

  Lorna could hear his heart pounding. That surprised her. A person cannot fake a pounding heart. The kiss deepened.

  John brought the liqueur bottle to the table along with four tiny glasses. He didn’t ask. He simply poured four shots and turned to Cassie. He told her how much he enjoyed the evening so far.

  “I hope you don’t think we’re trying to take advantage of you. But I have to admit this is one of the best evenings I’ve had with a woman in years.” He took a sip of his drink and added, “It just feels so real.”

  Jim and Lorna were still kissing in the doorway.

  One man between them and that was wonderful. This time each of them had their own man to play with. The horniness flooded her. She turned to John and said, “You mentioned a tour? I think it’s time we took it.”

  John smiled and stood up. “Come with me.” He took her hand and led her to the elevator that took them to the upstairs. He didn’t bother to say anything to Jim. He wasn’t even sure that Jim and Lorna would make it to the upstairs.

  Under the Sheets

  It happened faster than even John anticipated. He had been eying Cassie all evening and he liked her attitude and her innate playfulness that was hidden under her amazingly accurate business sense.

  In the elevator, he leaned
down and kissed her softly on her luscious mouth. On the second floor, he guided her to the nearest bedroom and pulled the door nearly shut.

  It was a large room with a king-sized bed and a fireplace. The décor was simple.

  John turned on a lamp that shed a soft light in the room and continued to kiss Cassie as he unbuttoned, unsnapped and unzipped her clothing.

  She was a good six sizes larger than the largest lady he had ever bedded and he still remembered the sturdy resistance to his vigorous fucking that woman had offered. Not resistance in terms of fighting him off but in terms of providing a solid body that could withstand even his deepest thrusts.

  John’s cock was extremely long and he worked out every day so he had stamina and he had strength. He could never quite let himself go in bed with a woman. He always had to be vigilant and protect the woman from harm.

  A long steady thrust from a cock that was eleven inches long into a tiny woman could bruise her internally. His body was rock hard and his weight bearing down on a set of slender hips could bruise her hip bones.

  John always had to stay just slightly in charge of his every movement in bed. Even when he was swept away in a moment of passion, somewhere in the back of his mind he held himself in check.

  It had come to the point where he preferred masturbation because he did not have to keep a clear mind focused on not only giving pleasure but keeping his strong appetite for wild and passionate screwing in check.

  As he laid the now-naked Cassie on the bed, he admired her round and curvy body. She had a dark thatch of pubic hair that was the same color as her short and curly hairdo.

  It had been months since John had bedded a woman but he could not remember the last time he saw a pubic thatch. He had seen a few tiny patches just above their little slits.

  Those were strips of neatly trimmed pubes that were not even an inch wide. Cassie’s patch of thatch might have been trimmed but it might not have been either.