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BBW: Filmed And Dominated In Public | Lisa Mulaton

Being My Billionaire’s BBW | Lisa Mulaton

Big, Thick And Wants The – | Lisa Mulaton

The MC’s New BBW | Lisa Mulaton

BBW: Filmed And Dominated In Public

Lisa Mulaton

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Sandra rocked up on her toes as the elevator doors slid shut before them. She looked at her curvy reflection in the mirrored door rosy cheeks, full, smiling lips and blonde hair curled to perfection, and she couldn't help but giggle. Beside her, James seemed awash in the same euphoria. His chest heaved, his breath rapid and shallow as he pressed the button for the 14th floor, his hands reaching out to squeeze her soft ass.

"Wow," she said, "this hotel is fancy. Mirrored elevators... and did you see the concierge desk? Wow." She stepped closer to James, pressing her body to his. Through the thin cotton of her sundress, he seemed hot enough to cook eggs. "I can't wait to get back into the room. Our first weekend trip as boyfriend-girlfriend."

James trained his blue eyes to Sandra and nodded. "I know this is your Spring Break, but it is a work trip for me, Sandra." His hands, to Sandra's chagrin, seemed glued to the handle of his roller-suitcase. "My first meeting is in half an hour so I have to unpack and jet. The company was very generous in chipping in for you to come along, so I need to be on my best behavior."

With a bump and a small whirr, the Elevator started.

Sandra pushed her hands up and down the front of James' polo shirt and gently tugged at the band of his cargo shorts. "Ohhh," she whispered, "but I want you on your worst behavior." Despite the hands refusing to disengage his luggage, James couldn’t hide the growing bulge in his shorts.

"Mmm..." Sandra nipped at the nape of James' neck and worked her hand slowly up and down the bulge. "I think you want to be on your worst behavior too."

"Sandra... I can't..." Even though his words said he couldn't, James' heavy breathing and his jackhammer heart told Sandra not only that he could, but that he wanted it. Bad.

Sandra spun in a flash of floral-print cotton and jabbed a button. The Elevator bumped to a halt.

Despite himself, James smiled. "Sandra, what the hell—"

The breath flew from James' chest before he could finish the statement. Wasting no time, Sandra clawed down the band of his shorts and fell to her knees. She put his cock in her mouth, swirling her tongue around its mushroom tip.

"Ohmyfuck," James moaned.

Sandra, starting slow, bobbed her head, James' rock hard member sliding over the silk of her tongue, her lips. Her hands pushed up from Jame's naked thighs, scratching the hard topography of his abs. She looked up with her great green eyes as she massaged his balls.

"Oh god, Sandra," James, his face red, looked down, gently sweeping away errant blonde curls from Sandra's face. "Mmmm, you naughty girl you."

Now twisting the skin of his cock as she slid her mouth over its tip, Sandra nodded and purred. "Mmmmhmmmm." The vibrations of her voice quivered James' thighs. She rocked to her left, gaze moving to the mirrored elevator wall. Sandra watched, warmth spreading from out from her pussy to her thighs and stomach, as her reflection sucked James' cock. The gold-tint of the mirrored walls gave her the look of a goddess, her golden hair glinting like fire.  Turned on even more by the girl in the mirror, Sandra tore down at the buttoned collar of her sundress. Bra clawed away, Sandra looked with satisfaction at how her breasts—"the beautiful handfuls," James called them—bounced as she bobbed her head.

Chest aching from watching the sex goddess in the mirror, Sandra slid a hand under the flair of her skirt. She plunged two fingers deep into her and then slid the fingers up over her nub. Wetness dripped down her thighs.

Puckering her cheeks, she pulled James from her mouth and stood, meeting his eyes.

"What...," he  breathed, desperate. "What are you doing? Don't stop, Sandra."

"Not stopping." Sandra rocked up to her toes and darted her tongue into James mouth. His hand swooped behind her head, fingers searching through her blonde curls. Sandra pulled away with a smile. "Just an intermission."

With a wink, Sandra turned and leaned forward, placing her palms to the elevator door. With a swish of her hips, the sundress bunched up to the small of her back, presenting her massive bare backside to James. She watched in the reflected door as a smile slowly spread across his face, like unwrapping a birthday gift.

"No panties, eh?" he said, caressing the wet folds of her skin. "Somebody came prepared."

Sandra looked back. "Shut up and fuck me already, sweetie boy."

James didn't need a second opinion. Fingers digging into the soft flesh of Sandra's ass, James found the sweet spot and pushed himself inside. Sandra's legs instantly buckled from the tickling wave of pleasure.

"Mmm, yeah," James grunted. The small, cloistered elevator amplified each smack of skin on skin. Sandra rocked forward with each thrust, her thighs melting. Even in the moment of passion, hands sliding down the mirrored doors from sweat and pressure, she couldn't help but turn her head again, watch the girl in the reflection.

James had his eyes clamped shut, lip bit in passion. She looked as his fingers pushed up and down the skin of her ass, of her back. The sight of his cock, slick and sticky from her juices, shot a buzz of electricity into her chest. Most of all, Sandra looked at herself, at the bounce of breasts, the apple flush in her cheeks. She'd always heard other girls in the dorm bitch and moan, "oh my tits are too small," or "for fucksake look at how fat my ass is," but Sandra never got it. She watched herself being fucked in the elevator mirror, James cock pulling at her pussy lips only to pound back in, and she smiled.

I'd fuck me, too, she thought.

James pushed in hard with a moan, the added pressure causing Sandra to jump up, a little spike of pain buried in the warm sands of sexual pleasure.

"Ohhhh fuck yes," James said.

Sandra felt his dick twitch with orgasm inside her, each pulse tickling the nerve endings inside. James leaned forward, sweaty and spent, his chest against her back. His hands left their steadying perch on her hips and slid forward, toying her nipples in small circles.

"You bad fucking girl," he whispered, lips softly brushing the tender skin of Sandra's neck.

"Don't you know it," she said.

A little saddened by the motion, but thrilled watching the reflection, Sandra inched forward, James' cock sliding out of her, the temporary bridge of wetness and come swinging from his tip. Sandra shivered not from the sensation, each skin cell on her lips tingling, but from the sight.

"Now get your pants on, big boy," Sandra said, sundress sliding back over her hips. "Or the fire department will show up and you'll be late for your meeting."

With another button press, the elevator jumped back upwards toward the 14th floor.

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"Okay, sweetie," James leaned in and planted a kiss to Sandra's forehead. "It's only an introductory meeting, so I shouldn't be too long. We can go out to dinner afterwards. Find a good place to eat around here."

The two stood in the hotel lobby, families and business travelers bustling about them, heels and rolling luggage clacking the foyer's marble tile. Sandra adjusted the clunky Windsor knot on James' tie. "But I don't want to eat," she whispered. "I want you naked in our room."

James blushed. "Well, I'll need to refuel before tonight at least." He planted another kiss, this one firm to Sandra's burning lips, and turned away. "Just ask the concierge," he said. "They'll know the good places."

The double doors slid open and James walked out into the brilliant afternoon. To Sandra, it always seemed like automatic double doors were the lips of some great monster, eating anyone hapless enough to wander near. She watched until he turned the corner and walked out of sight.

"Well," she said to herself on a sigh, "now what." The great clock hanging over the concierge desk—at least two feet wide, golden with art deco numbers—showed 2:45. James wouldn’t be back for a few hours at least. With a shrug, Sandra swept the blonde hair from her face and strutted to the concierge desk. An older man—although to 18-year-old Sandra, any man was older—stood with back straight and hands gently folded on the marbled countertop.

He smiled as Sandra entered the sphere of his duty. "May I help the good miss?"

"Ah...yes," Sandra said, leaning elbows to counter. "My boyfriend and I want to have a nice dinner after his business meeting ends and we were wondering if there's any good places nearby."

The concierge, olive skinned with thin lips and his hair slicked back, smiled. "Ah yes. And what kind of food does the sweetie bear prefer?"

The words, spoken in the concierge's thick, deep voice, shuddered Sandra's spine. "Sweetie bear?" James detested pet names. In fact, he'd only let Sandra slip a sweetie bear... during sex. Sandra's heart slammed into her chest. She could feel the fabric of her sundress ripple with each pulse.

The concierge's dark skin blanched white in the snap of a finger. "I...ah...,"

"Were...?" Sandra swallowed and leaned forward to whisper. "Were you watching?"

The concierge wrung his hands, trying to wash something that wouldn’t wash off. He lowered his eyes to the des k and spoke in low tones. "For our patrons safety, the premises of the Gilded Rose Hotel are monitored constantly. There are small cameras hidden throughout the hotel: the lobby, the hall outside the rooms...," he looked up to Sandra, a half smile attempting apology. "In the elevators."

A sharp cold breath pushed into Sandra's chest. "You did see us."

"My apologies, miss," the concierge said, his tone pleading. "I was only walking past the security station and... I'm sorry. Let me make it up to the miss and her boyfriend." The concierge dutifully turned to the computer monitor before him, typing like mad. "I'll just alter the information in our system...," he again looked up to Sandra. "Your room is now on the house, as they say."

Sandra lifted an eyebrow. "You're comping our room?"

"Please," the concierge said, reaching across to take Sandra's hands in his. He was hot and clammy. "I know I made a mistake. Please do not report my... actions to my superiors. Please. Is... is miss angry?"

Sandra took a moment to assess herself. Her heart beat fast enough to power a small city, her skin both hot and cold at the same time. A familiar tingle spread out from her navel, to her thighs and chest.

"I'm not sure what I am," Sandra said, "but I'm not angry." She pulled her hands back, her mind flashing back to the girl reflected in the mirrored elevator, the ecstasy on her face as the cock pushed deeper and deeper between her thighs. Sandra took a breath but could barely find enough to speak. "I'm not mad..."

Sandra took a breath to carefully consider her next statement.

"I'm going to take the elevator back up to my room now."

A bizarre smile spread across her face, Sandra turned and strutted from the desk, hips swaying to play the swish of her sundress. It was true. She wasn't mad that the greasy little man had watched her fuck. Her fingertips buzzed with excitement, her arms shaking with anticipation. She arrived to the elevator bank with another family, a rotund mother and her two bratty, slapping children.

"You have a very pretty dress," the mother said, nodding at Sandra.

"Oh, thank you," Sandra smiled as the elevator doors opened. The mother and her perpetually fighting sons ambled on. The woman pushed her hand out to stay the door.

"You getting on, miss?"

Sandra shook her head and flashed a weak smile. "I'll...I'm waiting for someone thank you."