3 comments/ 16716 views/ 13 favorites Vonique Ch. 01 By: peterlordflanders Part I Daryl and Lynn Darryl Davis' life had finally turned around. Who would have thought, just two years ago that he'd be where he was. He could remember the day as if it was yesterday. Taking the field as an offensive lineman for the Miami Dolphins. The play was called, he got the ball to the quarterback, and before he could look up, the linebacker had been on top of him. He remembered the sickening crunch as his femur snapped, and the ligaments from his knee give way under the weight. He was finally feeling better walking after over a year of surgery, but he would never play football again. His exercise bike and elliptical machines had been his best friends. He still hit the weights relentlessly, and his upper body had even gained definition and bulk. He could not squat much of anything, but his intensive cardio regimen kept him sculpted. He adjusted his tie and suit jacket as he stepped out of the car into the baking Miami heat. The garage adjoined the high-rise offices that he were now his to run. The company he was going to be running was one of the most successful lingerie retailers in the world, second only to Victoria's Secret, yet, the company catered to a broader clientele, plus-sized women. His background in marketing and business had paid off, even though he would have rather left school early to go to the NFL. He wasn't as young as he used to be, and the ever-present women had fled after his injury, but he thought he looked great. Six foot, five, with an imposingly muscular physique, he walked with a slight limp, but lots of confidence. With all of the time in the weight room after his injuries, his upper body had broadened, and he was stretching the shoulders and chest of his custom-made suits now. He stepped into the lavish wood paneled elevator, pressing the executive suite button, and adjusted his member in his pants, freeing his heavy penis and large testes from sticking to his thigh. They swung freely down the right leg of his slacks. He had always hated wearing underwear, except for the custom cups he wore when he played football. His member exceeded 8 inches even when flaccid, and was at least five inches around, and his testes hung down at least five inches most of the time. Contrary to popular opinion, being as well-endowed as he was not in fact a blessing. Most of the girls and cheerleaders who had been almost mesmerized by his flaccid length were outright scared when he became erect. He was not a virgin, but only one woman had even tried to take him on. She had quit just after the first stroke, and hadn't even tried to finish him off. He had had hand jobs, and once a blowjob, but that was about it. He walked into the cool hush of the office space, and was met by the owner of the company. Barb was a well put together woman. She owned Vonique, a very successful plus sized lingerie and underwear company that was venturing into the men's big and tall underwear market as well. As Barb showed him around the offices, Darryl could see how she had made her money. She was proficient, businesslike, and very friendly. She had started her empire making plus-sized lingerie on a very small scale. Most of the employees had actually started out as customers. As a result, most of the employees in the company, from the women on the design-district factory, to the women in the offices were all the kind that he had grown to love. Darryl used to like to date skinny girls with fake boobs, but lately, he had grown to love big beautiful women, BBWs. He even loved SSBBWs more. Super-sized big beautiful women. This place was filled with plump, pretty women, however, Darryl resolved that he was going to be professional and not take advantage of these women. When they finally reached his office, he was astounded. The opaque glass wall opened into a smaller, receptionist's office. This was backed by a wall of mirrored, one-way glass wall that where he could look out and see her, but she and any waiting guests would not be able to see into the office. Barb explained that his had been her favorite room in any property she owned, and it showed. A graceful sitting area with lavish leather couches and chairs met you when you walked through the doors. The massive mahogany desk was in front of a bank of windows that showed off the twenty-five story view of the adjoining waterways. The entire floor was imported black Venetian marble, thickly veined with white and pink quartz all covered with expensive Persian rugs. However, all of that paled in comparison to the vision sitting behind the desk. When she stood up, Lynn had to be all of five foot. Her chestnut brown hair had contrasting high and lowlights, which went very well with her creamy pale and freckled skin. Her eyes were a startling light grey that bordered on blue. She had to have the largest hips that Darryl had ever seen. He could tell that her ass was amazing. The short skirt she wore was probably wildly inappropriate, but Darryl didn't know if any skirt or pants could really contain the hips, thighs, and massive butt. She had on an ultra-tight grey skirt, a bright turquoise silky camisole, and a bolero jacket that barely contained her soft, thick arms, and did nothing to restrain her enormous bosom. Her nipples poked prominently against the shirt, which, stretched so tightly over her bosom, showed the lacy print of her brassier. She had to be four hundred fifty to five hundred pounds easily. She had a soft looking belly that stretched the shirt. Darryl had never been attracted to a woman this large before, yet, he could feel his penis unfurling and lengthening down his right thigh as she walked over to shake his hand. He hoped it was not noticeable in the pleated front dress slacks. After the introductions were made, Barb begged off, stating that Lynn would be showing him the ropes. Lynn ushered him to the sitting area asking him how he took his coffee. He told her that he preferred very sweet tea, which she said that they kept stocked. He watched her at the bar station of the office as she busied herself. He loved the way her short crept up the back of her thighs, showing off the tops of her thigh high hose and garters. He should have guessed that she would be wearing the company's goods. He couldn't see a panty line on her truly immense butt, so he assumed she was wearing either a thong, or no underwear. Her feet were encased in shoes with at least a four-inch heel, yet, she navigated in them very confidently. His penis had extended to its full thirteen inches down his right pants leg. It was embarrassingly obvious, so, he tried to arrange it as best he could. However, when Lynn returned, it was clear that he had failed. Her shocked gasp was the only warning he had before she dumped the tray of iced tea all over him, tripping in her shock. Lynn was as apologetic as she could be, running to get a damp towel. Darryl was absolutely soaked, and there would be no blotting this tea out. His clothes would have to be cleaned, and he was doomed to be sticky and wet all day. "Oh, my God," Lynn said breathily. "I'm so sorry. I'm SO sorry. I can get that cleaned for you. We have an onsite drycleaners and launderer, since we deal so heavily in textiles. They can have these cleaned for you in an hour. You also have a shower so that you can get clean. Let me help you." She took his hand and led him over to the far corner of the office. The bathroom was glass fronted, and would offer no privacy at all; however, the office itself was very private, with its battery of windows facing the waterway and one-way glass facing inwards. Everything in the bathroom was done in black marble, gold, and glazed black porcelain. Darryl assured her that it was okay, and that mistakes happened, and he was sure she'd set the situation to rights. As he waited kindly, it seemed that she wasn't going to leave until he handed her the clothes, so, he began undressing, his racing heart belying his attempted calm demeanor. Lynn cursed herself for her stupidity. Already on the first day, she had embarrassed herself tremendously. She had not known what to expect, but she knew that she got lots of attention when she wore tighter clothes, so she had outdone herself today. Everything was as tight as she owned, and she had deliberately chosen her thinnest push-up bra that she knew would prominently display her nipples, which stayed hard in the cool office. This chocolate-skinned Adonis had walked in behind the boss. When she was told that the new CEO was a business and marketing whiz, she had assumed that it would have been the nerdy type. A milquetoast geek who might like a fat girl such as herself, but she was sure now that she was wrong. This man was well over six feet tall. His broad shoulders and chest were amazingly muscled, stretching the obviously expensive tailored suit. The pleated slacks could barely contain the heavy swinging weight of his cock. She had heard that black men were hung, but this man was obviously better endowed than her ex-boyfriend was, and he wasn't even hard. Her mind struggled to comprehend it. If it weren't for the heavy, snaky way that it waved due to his limping walk, she would have been sure it was hard. His head was shaven, and he wore a stylish goatee. She felt his eyes on her, felt the smoking heat of his gaze as he watched her. She blushed every time she glanced down, watching the snake between his legs come alive, pushing against the front of his slacks, drawing the pants tight. She had him sit while she made the tea, purposefully bending to see if he was watching her. When she walked back towards the leather couch, her eyes popped as she saw the enormous, scary looking, heavily veined rod in his pants. It was obvious that Darryl was trying to hide it with his hands, but there was no hiding this veiny monster. She heard herself gasp as her shoe caught on the rug and the tray she was crying upended itself on his lap. She led him to the bathroom, intent on saving the day, and stood until he began to disrobe. He was trying to be very nice; yet, she could see the tension as he emptied his pockets in the glass-fronted bathroom. He placed his belongings on the marble countertop and took off his jacket handing it to her. The crisp white shirt strained over his biceps and pecs. He smoothly unbuttoned it, giving her a heart quickening view of his muscled, hairless upper body. He was as defined as a bodybuilder was. The muscles flexed and bunched under his smooth, milk chocolate skin. His abs were amazingly defined, again, hairless, going in a bunching line down into his slacks. He slowly opened his pants and she stared, mesmerized as he unzipped them. He didn't wear underwear, that was immediately apparent, the smooth mound of his pubis led to two muscled thighs. Down the right leg of the pants lay the most immense cock she had ever seen. When he pulled the pants down past his knees, the monster, freed, slapped up against his abs. When he removed his shoes, pants, and socks and stood, the most amazing specimen she had ever seen rose from the smooth juncture of his meaty, muscled thighs. The splendor of his dick, looking for all the world like a veiny, thickly roped, large plantain carved of milk chocolate jutted up to point towards the ceiling. The flared head of this veined chocolate cobra capped a rod that was the thickness around of a Coke can. He flexed his pc muscle, causing the ropy behemoth to jump and bob, eliciting a shriek from her. She looked up to see genuine embarrassment in his eyes. "I'm sorry," he said, modestly. "I don't know what's come over me. He seems to have a mind of his own. Where can I find the soap and a towel? She startled out of her reverie, bending to open the drawers with the bathing supplies, bringing her embarrassingly close to the massive erection protruding from the front of him. He took the scented soap, striding into the shower stall. She leaned in past him to show him the workings of the waterfall and massaging showerheads, brushing up against the colossal obelisk in front of him. She felt a jolt go through her as his breathing caught. Finally, the demonstration done, she watched as he turned on the shower, and adjusted the flow, heat, and pressure, until he stood, gleaming and naked beneath the steamy spray. She should walk away, but she could not take her eyes off the mammoth rising from between his legs. He spread his thighs as he began to soap the juncture and his enormous balls. Slowly, he soaped up his hands, and began running a two handed grip up and down the length of the cyclopean monstrosity. She had heard of people being hypnotized by dangerous vipers, but had never believed it until now. She felt in a trance as she watched the swaying jerk of Darryl soaping and stroking the flaring cobra between his legs. This ogre was just as dangerous, and even more captivating. Darryl couldn't believe how this day was turning out. He loved the hot sweep of her gaze as she fixated on her body. She had been transfixed by his member ever since she saw it struggling to break free of his slacks. He slowly stroked himself in a two handed grip until her eyes seemed glazed and she subconsciously clenched her fists and licked her plump lips. He loved watching her soft, fat body come alive, her nipples standing on end, straining against the lace and silk of her clothes. He could see her thighs squeezing together unknowingly as well. As he slid the bar of soap underneath to lather his heavy, now aching testes, he called out to her, breaking the spell. "Lynn, once you get those clothes cleaned, come back up, I want to dictate a letter to the new employees. I think I saw a laptop in your office. I'd like for you to take it orally." He watched her nod as if in a dream, seeming to tear her view painfully away from his crotch. She mumbled and stumbled off, her arms full of his clothes. As she walked off, he watched her swaying hips as she left the office, turning the water to cold, hoping to tame the raging beast between his legs. The end of Part I Vonique Ch. 02 Part II Who is Seducing Whom? Lynn tried to clear her head as she headed back to the penthouse office of her new boss Darryl. She stopped by the bathroom, hanging up his dry cleaned clothes and splashing some water on her face. Her pupils were distended, and her nipples were painfully hard, standing at full attention, pressing out on her silk camisole. Finally, feeling a little better, she grabbed the clothes hanger and walked to the executive elevator. She could see what seemed miles of cleavage peeking from the lacy top of her camisole. Her short grey skirt was filled to capacity with ass in the back, and belly in the front. She had always had a low sense of self-esteem, but lately, men had been coming out of the woodwork, perhaps drawn by her now skintight wardrobe. She was honest enough with herself to admit that she was seeking any attention when she had thrown away her loose, long, frumpy, and dark wardrobe in favor of this new, brightly colored one. However, she had begun to feel empowered by the stares of men around her. She had never seen a reaction like the one she saw today. After seeing what had to be AT LEAST a solid foot of hot black cock straining against the front and down the right of her boss's brown slacks, she had known she wanted to see it all for herself. Her clumsiness had for once worked in her favor when she had splashed filled tumblers of sweet ice tea all over him. She had known she should have averted her eyes, but she had watched him undressed as if entranced as he had freed the foot long veiny behemoth. It had slapped against his belly, and then stood proudly, pointing upwards in an almost obscene curve of cock. She had watched him stroke himself frothy with scented soap, and then been fascinated as he turned to address her, pressing the sudsy shaft of him against the steamy glass shower door to ask her to complete her task. Now, she stood in the corporate penthouse elevator, her Vonique thong soaked through, her arousal running down her creamy, dimpled thighs. Well, he seemed to like what he saw, and she was going to have him, one way, or another. She stepped into the office without knocking. He was standing in front of the bay window, naked, in all of his glory. She gazed at the six foot five mountain of man. She loved the spread of his shoulders, the well-defined laterals. The taper to his well-formed hips and the swell of his ass. He had one of the most amazing asses she had ever seen, each milk-chocolate globe gleaming in the bright morning light. His thighs were huge, but all muscle. The calves were muscular and tight. She quietly closed the door and walked toward him, clothes in hand. He turned at the sound, and she gasped again. The heavy thickness of him swayed against his front before coming to rest hanging down below what had to be five inches of taught brown testicles. She had never seen a cock that long or thick or balls that heavy and smooth before. Even in pornos, they were not this well endowed. It would have been comical if it were not so dangerous of a brute. He was even more handsome than she had first noticed. She watched the Hershey kisses of his nipples harden as she approached, and the heaviness between his legs become less heavy as it started to stand up. The weight of him finally stood to the right, definitely a curve to the right, awkwardly in front of him, not fully erect, but not soft either. He was not horizontal, but pointed down at a 45-degree angle. He smiled at her and motioned her over to the couch. "I hope you don't mind if I don't put those on right now," he rumbled with his deep voice vibrating in her chest. "I don't want to make another mess when you get my tea." Lynn rushed to prepare more glasses, and brought them over without incident, reclaiming the laptop and settling it firmly on her lap. Looking over at him, she knew that she was drooling. This chocolate Adonis sat on the couch, legs spread wide, the heavy meat of his cock now fully erect, touching his muscled chest, pointed almost strait up. "Plus, it'd be hard to get that thing back into any pants," she blurted, instantly blushing beet red. "I'm SO sorry. I mean, I didn't mean to.... I'm fired, aren't I?" He chuckled heartily, "Fired? No! I thought you'd be disgusted by my arousal. Women always seem to get scared and repulsed when they see it," he said, almost casually stroking his full length with his huge hands barely able to close around its girth. "No, I'm flummoxed, and honestly, very flattered. I don't mind at all, and you can feel free to go naked around the office when you need to. To be frank, if it's going to stand up whenever I'm around, it would be pointless to strap that ting down and get a hernia." He looked down and seemed to realize that he was stroking his full hard length again. "You're right, I do find you attractive, but, we'll try to keep things as professional as possible," he said chuckling. Okay, now on to that letter." Lynn was surprised, even though this mountain of a man was hung like all get out, and his rock hard, chocolate brown erection was pressed into his own chest, he had a surprisingly nimble mind. He quickly gave an excellent letter, impressing her even more. "So, what's next on the agenda?" he asked. "Well," she said, "the first thing on the agenda is to make decisions on this fall's lingerie line." "I don't even know how the pieces look. Do we have pictures?" he asked sincerely. "Well, when Barb was more active, she would either try the pieces on herself or have me try them on for her. I suppose I could try them on for you." "Yes," Darryl said, his excitement obvious in his eyes and quivering massive erection. "I think I'd like that." "Well," she replied with a smile, "You just sit right back, and I'll try them all on for you." Darryl could hardly contain his excitement. This beautiful woman was about to model this skimpy lingerie for him. She was huge. She could be easily five hundred pounds, and the widest hips and biggest ass he had ever seen. Her arms were huge and soft, in fact, everything on her was big and soft. He thought she was going to step behind the Japanese painted silk-screened dressing area in the corner, but, she opened the box on the low table there in the sitting area, picked out a bra and panty set, and began to disrobe. She kept on the shiny black patent leather spike heels, but, unzipped, and stepped out of her tight skirt. Since her short, tight bolero jacket had already been removed, she slipped the silk camisole over her head. She stood looking uncertain in her matching turquoise lace thong and bra. The bra was the push-up type that squished her breasts together into a tight spill of cleavage. Darryl let his lust show in his eyes. Sighing, she removed the bra, and her breasts fell to land on her ponderous belly, nipples fully extended. She bent to remove the panties, standing before him naked. His eyes were hungry; there was no other word for it. His cock was quaveringly hard, and he absently dropped his hand between his legs to cup to massage his massive egg sized balls, which were heavy, and velvety, and had to be painfully blue by now. She turned her back to pull on the white string thong. It would have been barely there on a skinny woman, but on her, the white chords all but disappeared, bisecting her immense ass cheeks and rising high on her hips. She turned and fastened on the bra, pulling her giant tits into the cups. He was unconsciously stroking that enormous, veiny, satiny brown monster between his legs, the tip clearly wet with pre-cum. She walked over to him, his eyes following her. She stood in front of him, spreading her legs, pushing her ass into his face. "Well boss, what do you think? Care to give it a feel?" She knew she was playing with fire, but she had no idea what would happen next. She felt his hands slide over her hips and caress her ass. She moaned, encouraging his exploration. She turned in his hands, pushing her barely covered tits into his face. His perfectly groomed goatee tickled the valley of her cleavage. "Boss, you must be in pain, let's see what we can do to take care of that for you?" She slid onto his lap, straddling his legs. She reached behind her to unhook her bra, and slid forward, sliding the rock hard thirteen inch ebony column between her massive tits. She leaned forward, tentatively kissing his lips. He responded hungrily, his surprisingly long tongue sliding into her mouth as if trying to devour her. She began to grind on his stiff chocolate cock, sliding it between her tits. She could feel his cock bumping into her chin, softly at first and then jarringly as he thrust his hips harder. Suddenly, she stood up, breaking contact. "That cock is AMAZING! I want it in me so bad, but I'm worried it won't fit. I want to try something else." She bent over the arm of the couch, instructing him to come behind her. He plunged his shaft between her legs, pressing himself up against her clit. He began to pump between her legs, building friction until his pelvis was slamming into her fat ass. He bent, cupping her tits in his huge hands, squeezing them roughly. She began to moan as the feel of his big black dick rubbing against her clit caused the pleasure to mount. He grunted rhythmically, smashing himself into her. She cried out aloud as she came, squeezing the top of her thighs together, sending him over the edge. She stood, his cock still between her legs, spurting jism wildly all over the leather couch. He towered over her, but bent down to kiss her roughly, his big hands still welded to her tits. "Oh my goodness, this was amazing! I think I'm going to LOVE this job." Vonique Ch. 03 Part III Darryl Loses His Cherry Darryl Davis walked out of the corporate elevator to the anteroom for his office. His secretary was already here typing at her desktop computer, standing up when she saw him. She looked amazing, damn near edible today. She had on white silk button down shirt with no bra. Her areola and nipples were clearly defined, already hard. The shirt was tucked into some light grey pants. The pants were so tight, he had no idea how she had gotten into them. Her camel toe was clearly visible at the strained crotch of the pants, her lower lips very well defined. As he walked past, he turned to look at her hips and ass. This was the largest, softest butt he had ever seen. Her hips were easily twice as wide as he was. They had to be at least 75 inches wide. Lynn was easily five hundred pounds and all of five feet tall. He felt his penis hardening in his pants. He flexed, making it jump. His penis lengthened, the prominent ridge of his flared glans pressed tightly down the right leg of his slacks, noticeably tightening the material. "Good morning, Mr. Davis, how are you today? It looks like you're doing VERY" his secretary Lynn said sweetly, eyeing the obvious pillar in his slacks. "I'm really good, Lynn. Give me about an hour to catch up on some paperwork, then come on into my office; I have an issue I need you to take care of." "Yes sir, I can't wait to tackle that problem. It's a very big issue, but I think I can take care of it." "I'm sure you can Lynn." Darryl said, walking into his office. Once in his office, he took off his tan suit coat jacket, hanging it on the coat rack. He goes to sit down, carefully arranging his slacks to give some room to his thirteen-inch erection. He turned on his computer, and got started on his paperwork. About an hour later, Lynn walked into the room, her leopard print stilettos clicking as she walked across the marble floor. She walked onto the Persian rug, on which the desk rested. She sat on the edge of his desk. Darryl watched her, his penis hardening immediately. He eyed her openly. Her chest heaving, nipples standing out firm, areolae clearly visible through the white silk. The button over her belly popped off, gapping the shirt at the bottom. She spread her legs slightly, and Darryl could clearly see the evidence of her arousal. Lynn knew she looked slutty in her outfit. She could not help herself; she wanted to be as sexy as possible for Darryl. She looked down, seeing the tan of his pants tightened over the cyclopean monster going down his right thigh. "What was that issue you wanted me to tackle?" she asked softly. He coughed, "I want your pussy. I have never really gotten to have intercourse. One woman tried, but she could not take it all. I think you can take it." Lynn was gracious for his confidence, but unsure if she could handle it. "If I do, it's going to take a lot of foreplay." "That's doable," he said, standing. He towered over her, blotting out the bright sunlight. He loosened and removed his tie. In his impatience to get his shirt off, he wound up ripping it open. He loosened his belt and pants and rolled them down until his cock, suddenly freed, smacked into his chest. His cock was colossal. Thirteen inches of rock hard dick wrapped in chocolate velvet. It was as girthy as a pop can, with a head even wider. Lynn was honestly scared, yet excited. He kicked off his pants and shoes as Lynn stood to remove her clothes. She was not wearing any underclothes. He bent, grabbing her hips and straightened, picking her up in his arms. Lynn was caught off guard; she had never been picked up like this. She had never had anyone strong enough to do it. She wrapped her legs around him, pressing their bodies together, the molten heat of his ebon obelisk pressed between them. He kissed her as if he was searching her mouth. His tongue exploring her, as his hands spread her cheeks, pulling her closer. He sat her down on the desk and began kissing and licking his way down her body. He sucked at her neck, surely leaving many hickeys. He kissed her chest, slobberingly sucking her taut nipples until her breasts were so tender that she was almost at the point of orgasm. He began to kiss his way down her body, his tongue delving into her belly button, making her laugh. Finally, he kissed the junctures of her thighs wetly. He teased her with glancing kisses all over her mound, until she was aching for his kiss on her clitoris. His long tongue burrowed deeply into her pussy until he was drinking her juices. Finally, he caressed her clit with his tongue. He licked enthusiastically until she bucked and writhed on the desk. When her orgasm took her, she almost blacked out from the pleasure. He stood; his face glazed with her juices, and kissed her. She could taste herself on his lips. He broke the kiss standing back, placing himself at the entrance of her pussy. He was massive. Even with all of the foreplay, she could not comfortably take him in. Yet, he persisted, pressing forward slowly, letting her adjust until the massive apple sized head of him was inside of her. The feeling, which had started out pleasurable, had become solely pain. He began to saw himself in and out of her slowly, only with his head and an inch of cock able to go inside of her. Slowly, she began to adjust and widen, allowing deeper and deeper strokes, until she was full, and not even half of him was inside of her. He began to stroke in earnest now. He butted up against her cervix, but the pain had started to go back to pleasure. He took her legs and put them up on her shoulders as he began to pile drive his massive column into her. Halfway in at the deepest, he picked up speed. She began to lose count of the orgasms she had as her g-spot and cervix took the brunt of his strokes. The combination of pleasure and pain became too much, she literally passed out with him still thrusting inside of her. Darryl was past caring at this point. He saw her eyes, which had been rolled back in her head flutter closed as she passed out. Yet, he continued his relentless pounding. Her body was more accepting now that she was limp, and he pounded into her for all that he was worth. He felt his orgasm approaching. He remembered that he had not asked her was she on birth control. Not wanting to risk it, at the last minute, he pulled his massive tool out of her just before he came. The eruption was almost audible. His egg-sized balls drew up to his body as he began to pump round after round of hot come. His first two shots cleared her and the desk entirely, the next few jets landed on her face, covering her pretty visage in semen. The come jerked her awake like a splash of water to the face. Lynn awoke to the mammoth shaft of chocolate cock completely covering her with hot come. She could not believe that she had passed out. However, here she was, waking up to him dousing her in his seed. Lynn could not sit up, she felt lightheaded, the endorphins of her orgasm now faded, feeling the intense pain of intercourse with him. She did not know if she could do this often, but she was glad that she had truly taken his virginity. He collapsed on top of her, his breathing ragged and heart racing. She held him and kissed the top of his bald head as his face burrowed into her bosom.