Billionaires Prefer BBW

When Jennifer spills expensive champagne on a mysterious billionaire businessman during an event at the country club where she works, she doesn't know that Michael Burns has a penchant for generous curves like hers.

She also doesn't know that her careless mistake will lead to the hottest night of sex that she has ever known, but it does.

Rich and handsome, Michael Burns easily forgives Jennifer for dousing his $20,000 William Fioravanti suit in bubbly. He confesses that he has been watching her all evening and offers her something she has always wanted in exchange for a single night of mind-blowing sex.

It's a win-win situation, and Jennifer allows Michael to bring her back to his luxurious penthouse for a night of expert handling and surprising ecstasy.

Once Michael has her naked and willing, he tells her what he really wants, but will she give it to him?

Warning: This 6,000+ word story contains graphic language, a sexy BBW girl, mind-blowing oral sex, multiple orgasms and explicit descriptions of hot sex between a curvy former waitress and her physically perfect billionaire lover. Intended for mature audiences, 18+ only!

From "Billionaires Prefer BBW":

“I have been watching you all night, and you are exactly the sort of beautiful creature I have been looking for. Your body is exquisite, and I want you.”

My eyes widened in surprise and fear. It’s always nice to hear a compliment, but this was a little extreme. I was all too aware of the fact that I was in the back seat of a moving limousine with a stranger. Well, I wasn’t completely alone. There was a limo driver separated from us by what appeared to be a sheet of darkened bullet-proof glass.

“Thank you,” I said simply. I didn’t know what else I could say.

“You mentioned that you have, as you called it, a passion for fashion. I just happen to know some very powerful people in the fashion industry. I would be happy to make some introductions if you’d like.” He leaned back into the leather seat across from me and folded his arms across his chest, waiting for my answer.

“Sure, I’d like that a lot,” I said. I folded my arms across my chest. It wasn’t that I was trying to mimic his body language. I was just trying to hide my puckered nipples fighting their way through the wet fabric of my shirt.

“With my connections, I can virtually guarantee that you will be a success. In exchange, I only want one thing.” He smiled wickedly. “I want your body for one night.”