Curve Lullaby (A BBW Billionaire Wicked Short) by Christa Wick Page B

negligee that stopped at her thighs. Her eyes were closed, her lips parted to display just a hint of tongue and teeth. It took several long seconds before I noticed her face or clothing because my mind was too busy taking in her size.
    Generous breasts, thick but rounded hips, thighs that pressed softly into one another.
    Betty was big -- and not just fashion industry big, with their silly size eights as the standard for plus models. She had padded arms and thighs, a softly rounded face with lush lips. Beneath the sheer material of the negligee, I spotted a genuine belly roll.
    I closed the picture and clicked another one with a higher number.
    My clit started to tingle as I examined the photo. Taken from further away, I could see Betty on a divan, eyes still closed but her negligee pushed up to reveal her large breasts. Her panties were off and her legs separated so that the foot of one rested on the floor. Between her thighs, a blond haired male licked at her pussy.
    Taking a large gulp of air, I left the JPEGS folder and clicked on the video file.
    Sleeping Beauty Productions appeared on the screen. I wrinkled my nose at the name. The pictures in the subfolder didn’t look like they were taken in a fairy tale setting. Betty appeared on screen, a bathrobe around her broad shoulders. Yawning, she stretched then stripped the robe off and placed it over the back of the divan. She took a seat and treated the audience to another exaggerated gesture of sleepiness.
    “Such a long day,” Betty sighed and settled against the cushion. “I’m all worn...”
    Her eyes closed as she spoke, her sentenced unfinished as sleep claimed her. The camera panned over her body, starting with the lovely, full face. She had smoky eyes with fake lashes and heavy mascara. Her frosted pink lips quickly parted and her face contorted as if she had already fallen into an erotic dream.
    Little moans left her, her body squirming with need as the camera moved lower down her body. Her moans increased in volume as the wiggling intensified. A knock sounded offscreen and a masculine voice inquired if she was okay.
    Seriously?
    I hit pause, telling myself once more I should stop prying in a folder Cole never intended me to discover. I closed the video player and backed out of Betty’s folder. Almost out of the SB file, I swooped the mouse’s pointer left then right then left again.
    Curiosity stabbed at my chest.
    Was Betty the only big girl in the Sleeping Beauty folder?
    From what little I’d seen of dirty movies aimed at males, chances were that the remaining folders were filled with Barbie proportioned blondes, the dark haired, full bodied Betty a rare exception.
    I clicked on Charlotte and went to the last picture in her JPEGS folder.
    Flaming red hair spilled across a bed pillow. Pale white flesh, clearly every bit as padded as Betty’s body, was partially hidden by the muscular male body atop her. Both Charlotte and the male actor were naked. He had her legs pushed apart, his cock buried between them.
    Back arrow -- PLAY.
    Exhaling slowly, I tried to stop the quiver rolling through my body as the Sleeping Beauty Productions credits appeared on the screen. I watched Charlotte stop at a hotel on a dark highway. The same actor who had been fucking her in that last image handed her a key across the hotel’s front desk. I fast forwarded through her undressing and pulling a bottle of sleeping pills from her purse. I kept fast forwarding as she swallowed one and settled into a deep sleep in which she toyed with her body as the door to her hotel room slowly pushed open.
    The actor peeked inside the room, his tongue wetting his lips when he realized she was masturbating in her sleep. I hit play as he slid onto the bed next to her, his hand replacing hers between the plump thighs. He kissed Charlotte in her sleep, his fingers stroking deep into her pussy as his thumb pressed up and down her clit.
    So wrong. So very wrong.
    I closed the video player once