Creamy Curvy Erotica

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All Ashley has ever known or cared about has been the warm kitchen, the feel of flour on her skin. Voluptuous, but always hidden in her baking jacket, her position has allowed her to avoid many things. That is, until one day, her blind eye to her failing bakery becomes her biggest mistake. Enter Trevor Malone, a man who knows an opportunity when he sees one. With the full figured girl begging for her job, he offers her a deal; Work under him, and she can stay on at the bakery. It seems an easy decision, until it's clear there is far more to working for the sharp tongued man than baking cookies. What starts as a business agreement soon spirals down a road of dark promises and taboo pleasure.

This 15k word BBW erotica story is full of many things some may find offensive. Included inside--

Blackmail, complete wardrobe control, forced orgasms, forced exhibition, spanking and orgasm denial, and a particularly detailed humiliation involving some unexpected male cream.

WARNING, FOR ADULTS ONLY, THIS STORY CONTAINS EXTREMELY SEXUALLY EXPLICIT SCENES

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Each time he spanked her, a jolt of arousal was spiking in her center.

It seemed wrong, so taboo to be reprimanded like this, punished like a child. The idea of him dominating her body, controlling her so easily, was setting a fire in her loins that only made her more ashamed. She felt lucky, at least, that the cries of pain were louder than her pants of passion.

Once, he hit her so hard she screamed out for him to stop. His reply was cool, casual. “Beg me, call me Sir, and ask me to stop. Tell me you'll never misbehave again.”

Ashley was stunned, how much further did he want to push her? She was already letting him spank her, now he wanted her to apologize, to beg him?

His hand squeezed her rear, making her shiver. It was a new feeling, and she found herself enjoying it. It only made his next slap even worse. As the crisp sound cut the air, she wiggled her hips and cried out in defeat.

“Please! Please, Sir, stop! I swear, I'll...” His hand came down, cutting her off, making her sob. “I won't be bad, I won't misbehave! I swear, I swear, Sir, so please! Please, just stop!”

Her body was shaking, but Trevor seemed to have listened, for he stroked his fingers gently over her tender rear, playing with the hem of her dress. The material had ridden high, revealing the backs of her thighs and some of her curved flesh. “Oh, that was nice. You beg so pretty. Alright, I won't spank you anymore. Though, I don't know if you hated it as much as you acted.”

Her heart thrummed at the vulnerability caused by his digits yanking the dress high, her panties exposed before his seeking eyes. She wanted to get up, to escape, but his other hand pressed on her lower back, holding her still. Easily, he followed the roundness of her thick ass, before finally forcing her thighs open enough to give access to the junction. Before he even went exploring, Ashley knew what he would find.

The wetness soaking her panties was copious, and his fingers brushed along her slit, watching the strands come away. “Oh my, you're so wet!” His words made her moan, and she knew her cheeks were as red as her ass.