Bumble Hottie Wants a Bbw

Chapter 1

His Bumble profile had caught my eye immediately. Sculpted, tattooed, and with a jawline that could cut glass, he looked like he'd stepped out of a fantasy-one I never thought I'd be part of. Plump, curvy, with a belly that spilled over my waistband and tattoos that told my story, I wasn't exactly the type to match with someone like him. But there we were. His prompt had been simple yet loaded: "If you're soft and crave control and like being a good girl, let's chat." Soft. What did he mean by that? I wondered, my curiosity piqued.

Messages flew back and forth, and he was sweet, charming, and didn't seem fazed by my self-deprecating jokes about my body. When he asked me out and suggested dinner at my favorite buffet spot, I hesitated but agreed. What harm could it do?

When I walked into the restaurant, he was already there, looking even better in person. His tattooed arms flexed as he stood to greet me, and his smile was warm, inviting. He asked what I wanted, and before I could protest, he was off to fill a plate for me. When he returned, it was piled high with the greasiest, fattiest fried foods imaginable. "I should watch what I eat," I said, trying to laugh it off. "I could lose a few pounds."

He leaned in, his voice low and commanding. "No, baby. Good girls eat everything I put in front of them."

That sentence hit me like a lightning bolt. My thighs pressed together instinctively as a jolt of warmth spread through me. He kept bringing plate after plate, and I obliged, my appetite insatiable, my belly growing fuller with every bite. My button-up shirt strained against my body, the fabric tight across my stomach. I felt exposed, vulnerable, but also... aroused.

"This is only the beginning," he said, his eyes darkening as he watched me.

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The moment we stepped into his apartment, the air thickened with tension. His hand was on the small of my back, guiding me inside. My heart pounded as he closed the door behind us, the click of the lock sounding final, inevitable. He turned to me, his gaze raking over my body, lingering on the curves I'd tried to hide all night.

"Take off your clothes," he said, his voice firm but not unkind.

I hesitated, my hands trembling as I reached for the buttons of my shirt. Slowly, I undressed, feeling more exposed with each piece of clothing that fell to the floor. My belly spilled over the waistband of my panties, my thighs thick and soft. I crossed my arms over my chest, trying to cover myself, but he stepped forward, pulling my hands away.

"Don't hide from me," he said, his voice sharp. "You're fucking beautiful."

His hands were on my hips, rough but not painful. He pushed me backward until my knees hit the edge of the bed, and I sat down heavily. He knelt in front of me, his hands on my thighs, spreading them apart. My breath hitched as he leaned in, his lips brushing against the soft skin of my inner thigh.

"You're going to be such a good girl for me, aren't you?" he murmured, his breath hot against my skin.

I nodded, unable to speak as his tongue traced a path up my thigh, inch by torturous inch. His fingers hooked into the waistband of my panties, pulling them down and tossing them aside. His eyes locked on mine as he leaned in, his tongue flicking against my clit in one swift motion. I gasped, my back arching as pleasure shot through me.

"Fuck, you're so wet already," he said, his voice rough with desire. "Such a filthy little cunt."

His words sent a thrill through me, mingling with the pleasure coursing through my body. His tongue lapped at me greedily, his fingers sliding inside me, curling just right to hit that spot that made me see stars. My hands gripped the sheets as he worked me over, his mouth and fingers moving in perfect unison.

"You were born for this," he said between licks, his voice dripping with praise. "Taking my fingers like a good little slut."

I moaned, my hips bucking against his face as the pressure built inside me. He pulled back slightly, teasing me with the tip of his tongue before diving back in, sucking hard on my clit. My body tensed, toes curling as I came with a cry that echoed through the room.

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Before I could catch my breath, he was stripping off his clothes, revealing a body that belonged on a magazine cover. His cock was thick and hard, jutting out proudly as he stepped closer to me. He gripped himself, stroking slowly as he watched me recover from my orgasm.

"Look at you," he said, his tone laced with disgust and desire. "Your fat belly jiggling as you catch your breath. So fucking pathetic."

His words should have stung, but instead, they only heightened my arousal. He climbed onto the bed, pinning me beneath him. His cock pressed against my slick entrance, and I whimpered as he pushed inside me in one smooth thrust.

"Fuck," he groaned, his hips snapping against mine. "You take it so well, you dirty little whore."

His pace was brutal, driving into me with a force that left me gasping for air. My breasts bounced with every thrust, my belly quivering beneath him. He leaned down, capturing one of my nipples in his mouth, biting down just hard enough to make me cry out.

"You love this ***ing cock inside you, don't you?" he growled, his voice thick with disdain and desire.

"Yes," I gasped, my hands gripping his shoulders as he fucked me harder. "I love it."

He pulled out abruptly, flipping me onto my stomach without warning. His hand came down hard on my ass, the sound echoing through the room as I cried out. He shoved a pillow beneath my hips, lifting my ass into the air as he positioned himself behind me.

"Such a ***ing ass," he said, running his hand over the curve of my cheek before spanking me again. "You're a glutton for punishment, aren't you?"

"Yes," I whimpered, my face buried in the mattress as he thrust back into me.

His pace was relentless, each thrust driving me closer to the edge. One of his hands tangled in my hair, pulling my head back as he leaned down to whisper in my ear.

"Come on that ***ing cock," he demanded, his voice dripping with contempt. "Be a good little slut and cum for me."

His words pushed me over the edge, my body convulsing around him as I came hard. He followed soon after, his cock pulsing inside me as he filled me with his cum. He pulled out slowly before smacking my ass one last time.

"Good girl," he said, his tone softening as he ran a hand over my back. "Now clean me up."