A Fatty Delight

A Fatty Delight! My name is Roberto. I'm white. I'm 46 years old. I'm fat and I wear my hair shaved. Even though I'm nice, I don't take anyone's sleep away, not out of fright, not out of a boner. Moral of the story: I'd never be hired to play the leading man in a soap opera, but for bartender, gardener, driver... The fact is, having no physical attributes that attract attention, I have to invest in the talk, attention and affections (and I am good at it!). I live in Vila dos Cabanos, a neighborhood in the municipality of Barcarena, in the interior of Pará, but very close to the capital. In January 2007, I had to go to the mall in downtown Belém. Before entering, still on the street, I noticed a chubby woman, with wide hips, thick thighs and big ass, but all firm. She was holding arms with a muscular guy my height, but definitely ugly for a rat! She was about my height, she was wearing a light fabric dress, light green. You could see the thickness of the legs and the size of the ass. And what an ass, my friends! Carnuda, the way you make me travel... Me and my weakness for cute, hot fatties! Next to them was a skinny blonde with a median height. I recorded her image well, so I could remember later and pay tribute to her with a beautiful puss (punishment, lovingly speaking)... Well, I went into that mall and started solving the problems that led me there. I left for the end of the trip to a department store, there, I picked out some shorts and went to the dressing room. It took me a while to try the pieces, and I heard the muffled laughs outside. I looked at a curtain crack and saw the chubby girl and her friend, choosing underwear (it was definitely for the ugly one!). Every piece they looked at, the blonde made a comment on how it would look in the saying whose, and more muffled laughter. The blonde then took a red lycra panties, gave it to her friend, calling her Rita (All right, I thought: my handjob already has a name!). I told him then that Jorge (should be the brucutu guy) would go mad if he saw her dressed like that. Rita then sighed and said that she didn't have all that ball, because although they loved each other, the boss didn't show up as often as she wanted and often had to masturbate to contain frustration! That revelation almost made me come in the cabin. Gee, fat, pretty, hot and needy? What more do I want? I then left the cabin, letting them see me, but making it clear that I had not heard anything. They both laughed nervously and I realized they were embarrassed, but I walked away quickly, so they didn't feel worse. I went to the cd's sector and took a break, waiting for my dick to drop. When I left, I went in line, which was huge. When I got there, I ran into Rita and the puppy with the cross creed. She didn't see me, and I realized that the two of them were arguing quietly. From what I understand, he was late for work, but she wanted to buy a present for his mother, who was having a birthday. He did not want to wait and she wanted to take advantage of the price, facing the queue (there should be about 30 people in front of us, because the mall was on sale). He then decided to leave and she stood in line. I made conversation like she didn't want anything and she responded. I asked about the present, apologizing for listening to the conversation and I talked about the shorts I was taking. The conversation was getting good and the line went down. I laughed at her several times, trying to relax her. It seems I did, because her feature was soft and she showed herself in all her beauty. My hard cock was already drooling, as I denounced the indiscreet stain on my beige brim pants. Free in line, I asked her her name (as if I didn't already know) and she told me mine. I asked him if he was in a hurry, if I could have an ice cream with me. She told me that the biggest rush had been resolved, when her friend left, to get the cake ordered for her mother (Blessed Blondie, I thought!). Then we went to a diner outside the mall. I ordered an ice cream and a beer. She asked who the ice cream was, because with that heat it made (Belém is hot all year long), she preferred to accompany me in beer. I loved your choice and we had one, two... On the third, I realized she was already very relaxed. I told her then that the biggest frustration of my life was not to be a pilot to fly it, since I thought it was a tremendous plane! She fell apart in smiles and thanks. I realized I was on the right track. She complained about being a little dizzy because she drank on an empty stomach. I asked her if she wanted something to eat and she answered negatively. He told me it would be enough to walk a little and the bad feeling would pass! So I paid the bill and I took her to a square next to the mall, so she could get better. It was a little past two hours when we arrived at the square. We walked, I held her by the shoulders, talked and laughed a lot. I was already subtly singing it and she was just laughing. So I asked him what his reaction would be if a practically unknown guy stole a kiss from him. She laughed hot and said she didn't know, because it never happened! Then, on a curve of the square paths, suddenly I pulled her to me and, in a tight embrace, I kissed her, to leave no doubt about my intentions. She gasped away from me and scolded me. She showed the ring in our hands and said she loved her husband very much. I apologized for the breakup, but I told her I was burning hot for her, as my pants and the wet mark showed. I also told her I'd promise never to look for her again, but I'd like to stay with her a little longer. I told her I'd listened to the conversation in the dressing room and I saw that her husband mistreated her in line. She opened her eyes, sat on the bench and started crying softly. She complained that I set the situation up and I agreed with her. But I told her that I really found her a plane, but that I would leave, hoping she'd apologize. She looked at me from the side, with her eyes snarled. So I stood up and pulled her by the hand, standing her up. I said goodbye and went to kiss her face. At the time, she turned around and offered me her mouth. Oh, my friends! What a hot feeling it was to kiss that big woman, hugging her and smelling the smell of her neck, her hair and the touch of her hands... So I told you, I want you now! Like she said nothing, I pulled her by the hand and took her to a little hotel next to the square. Coming in, I asked for a room, while he was waiting with his head down, half-crawled. When I closed the bedroom door, I hugged her from behind and, while biting her ears and her neck, caressed her breasts from outside the dress and rubbed my dick on her ass. I came in my pants in less than five minutes. I took them out quickly so they wouldn't get wet anymore, cleaned up in my underwear and threw it in the trash. I took off my shirt and your dress and took her to the shower. I opened the tap to the fullest, and I started washing it, taking advantage of it to massage that hot skin. I ended the bath and after washing myself, I dried her up in bed. Then I began to caress her and kiss her, going from the mouth to the breasts and then to the fat, scratchy pussy. She moaned loudly, and I went soft. I knelt by the bed, pulled it on myself, and ended up sucking that pussy. She would squirm all over the bed, saying she couldn't take it anymore. Then I turned and insinuated a 69, which she shyly accepted at first, but with voluptuousness next. I'm a gifted average, which made your job easier. Since I had already come in my pants, I was less anxious and could concentrate on that tasty pussy. I sucked her with taste and patience, letting her cum in my mouth, what she did squirming all over herself and screaming like crazy. Those screams were definitely heard outside the room, despite the sound on. I had to hold on to her magnificent thighs so I wouldn't let go of her pussy while she was humping on the bed, enjoying deliciously. When she relaxed, I waited a while and then I started kissing her again. When I thought she was on the spot, I put on the condom that was on the table and I snuck into that soft, receptive tunnel. She lit up again and I had to grab her hard, so I wouldn't let my dick out of her pussy, since she, hot as hell, looked more like an angry horse being tamed. After a few minutes in that erotic fight, we blew up together and we hugged each other, feeling that hot piece of cake... I asked for your butt as an award and she said no. He told me he needed to think a lot about everything that had happened. You said you needed to leave because of your mother's birthday and that you didn't know if you'd see me again. After all, we were married, and she loved potato-like. I asked how I'd do it to see if she'd like to see me again. She then told me to stop by once in a while at that little bar where we had the beers. If she wanted me again, she'd be there waiting for me. I complained that “sometimes” was very generic! So I proposed that I stop by on the first Saturday of each month around 2:00. If she were there... I went back to the mall and the same bar a number of times, but unfortunately, I never saw her again... I still get hard when I remember her smell, her groans, the snakes she was doing in bed... In those hours, I end up jerking off, remembering that chubby treat... Nothing like that fuck ever happened to me again! That's too bad. Contacts at [email protected].