Rough Waters

Though robust and shapely, Katie Lewis has always been insecure about her looks. Living and working in a popular coastal town has reinforced her bleak views on what the female beach body should look like: flat and petite. Reluctant to show off her BBW body, Katie often misses out on having her fun in the sun. She yearns for an opportunity to break away from the mundane life she has created, but her luck never seems to change.

Just down the beach from Katie's apartment lies a brand new US naval base. In full operation for the first time, sailors are coming to port and making their presence known in the quaint sea town.

Among the new visitors is James Barksdale. An experienced military man, James is well-versed in finding his way around unfamiliar places. When his ship comes in, he has no expectations other than to make a few phone calls and stock up on some personal items. However, his plans change when he has a chance interaction with the buxom and voluptuous Katie Lewis.

The second she shows up on his radar, the normally hard to bother sailor is floored by this BBW beauty. A man who knows how to get exactly what he wants, James makes it his personal mission to give the curvy cutie her sea legs!

Warning: This 4,700+ word story contains graphic language, explicit descriptions of passionate oral sex, wild, dominating, rough sex, and a lusty, curvaceous BBW girl whose curiosity gets her into trouble with a confident, muscular, military man who always has his way. Intended for mature audiences 18+ only!

An excerpt from the story:

“Step out of your panties and walk to the back,” he ordered. I looked up and smiled while slowly turning away.

He reached out and smacked me hard across the backside. It made everything tingle. “Don’t take your time. When I tell you to do something, you do it!” He glared at me and I wilted. “Now get that round little ass to the back.”

I did as I was told, making my way in nothing but my white apron.

“Mmmph,” he snorted. “You do have a pretty body, don’t you? Bend over that table,” he instructed while pointing to the area where I roll my dough.

I leaned over the table wondering excitedly just where this was going. He came up behind me and pushed me down further over the table.

“Bend over it, don't just stand next to it!” he said impatiently.

“I’m sorry,” I said quietly.

“I’m sorry, what?” he growled in my ear.

“I’m sorry Master Chief Petty Officer,” I whispered.

My body was humming in anticipation as clamped one hand on my shoulder and started to rub between my legs with the other...