By Elizabeth Black
In life, as in art, the beautiful move in curves.
— Edward G. Bulwer-Lytton
The more Olivia Taylor read, the angrier she felt. Why the hell was this clown going off on fat women? She felt the heat rise in her face as her indignation grew. Since Kevin was the only person within 50 feet of her, she dealt him a blast of her wrath.
Liv poked one manicured finger at the computer screen. “Can you fucking believe this crap? This idiot wrote an article trashing women he thinks are too fat. He says they’re lazy, have little self-control, no discipline and they don’t care about their health.” As Liv read each entry in the article, her blood pressure rose with each word. “This reminds me of that clown from years ago railing about ‘butterbodies.’ You’ve heard of ‘butterface,’ right? She has a hot bod, ‘butterface is so homely she could stop a sundial?’ Well, this is the reverse. Her face is smoking hot, ‘butterbody’ is dumpy. He put Salma Hayek on his list of “butterbodies.” Are you fucking kidding me? What guy in his right mind would think that Salma Hayek looks like a slag? He says she has a beer gut? She just had a baby, moron! This new cretin isn’t much better. He’s talking about women like me. I’m not lazy and I have self-control.”
Fortunately, Kevin didn’t mind. He was used to Liv’s spirited tirades. He was her trusty sounding board, but that didn’t stop her from feeling very sore about such a moronic article. This is not the sort of thing I should be reading only a few hours before speaking on a panel about how fat women are sexy. She leaned on Kevin a lot, and it was a good thing he was her favorite “friend with benefits.”
Kevin dropped an armload of jelly butt plugs and rabbit vibrators into a box. “Stop getting all worked up. You’ll give yourself a stroke, and you aren’t even 50 yet. This idiot it not worth it. He probably hasn’t had a date in years, lives in his mother’s basement, and writes on his blog while stuffing his face with bags of crisps.”
“I can’t help it. You do make me feel better, though. I can’t possibly look that bad at my weight if some cretin thinks that Salma Hayek is too fat.”
“You look beautiful. Really, Liv. You are gorgeous, and you know it. Stop feeling so insecure. Remember—you’re speaking on a panel about sexiness in a few hours. Do I need to give you a confidence boost? You look like you live on more than a bowl of lettuce every day. You’re healthy and you glow. You know that.”
She and Kevin needed to finish packing their gear for the science fiction and fantasy convention they were attending. They were manning their sex toys and erotic books table. When she was not scheduled to speak on panels, Liv worked the table with him.
“Yes, I do, but I feel so insecure when I see all the thin, toned bodies out there, and here I am, close to 200 pounds, and I am too scared to go out in public thinking I look like a carpet whale.”
“Will you stop it? A whale should look so good,” She felt Kevin’s strong hands work the taut muscles in her shoulders. She melted at his touch. He knew just what spots to press to relax her when she was tense. He was right, though. She was sexy. It was articles like this idiotic “fat women are unmotivated” article that poked her most insecure spots.
“He’s probably in the middle of a ’roid rage. Put him out of your mind,” Kevin said. “My, you are a bundle of tension. Do I have to put you over my knee and spank you?”
It was more than just the article on her mind. “I’m afraid Jeremy is going to take one look at me and scream.”
“Why would he? He knows you aren’t one of those stick-figure models.” His hands traveled down until they molded her large, firm breasts, one after the other. He lifted and held them together until she stared down a well of cleavage. His thumbs and forefingers pinched her nipples until they stood erect and purple. The ensuing jolt traveled from her nipples to her crotch. “For one thing, you have the most amazing breasts. Your ass is round and gorgeous. Remember, you sent Jeremy a picture? He told you he thinks you’re gorgeous. I know he’s right.”
“It’s just this stupid web page. You never see sites trashing how famous men look. When men age, they become ‘seasoned’. When women age, they are ‘butterbodies.’”
“I don’t know... have you seen Clint Eastwood lately? Besides, you never liked the pretty boys anyway. You like brainiacs. Smart is sexy, after all. When most women melt over Hugh Jackman, you get weak-kneed over Dr. Spencer Reed on Criminal Minds.”
“He’s smart and eccentric. A lethal combination in my book.”
He stood behind her, stroked her neck. She felt the electric shock of his touch, anticipating his next move. His touch always drove her wild. “Is it time to play our little game? Let me say the brainiac words that turn you on...”
She giggled as his hands massaged away the tension. What would Jeremy think when he finally saw her? Would he look at her in disgust and turn away? Of course not! He told her he didn’t care how much she weighed. He said she was the sexiest woman he ever met, and they hadn’t met in person yet. He loved the pictures she sent him. He wanted a woman with meat on her bones.
She met Jeremy online at an Internet fetish group. An accomplished scientist, he worked for NIH as a biologist. As soon as Liv learned his profession, she was hooked. She lusted after smart men, and scientists were at the top of her “fuck me” list. Once they started chatting, they discovered they had erotic fiction and sensation play in common, and quickly learned that they were both polyamorous. He was only 31 to Liv’s 48. Kevin, who was only 28, called Liv his “Sexy Cougar,” and she couldn’t get enough of it. She liked to say she collected younger men the way some women collect porcelain dolls. But her men were not for show. She gave them a regular work-out!
Jeremy told Liv she was the sexiest woman he had seen in years, plus her open attitude and blunt way of talking about sex turned him on even more. Kevin liked her that way, too. More to love. And he was about to give her just what she needed, all with a few well-placed forensic terms from her favorite television show that turned her on every time they played this silly game.
“I know just what to say to drive you wild...” He leaned over and whispered in her hear, his deep voice growing gruff with desire.
“Gas chromatograph...”
She giggled as his tongue flicked her ear. “Now you’re being silly.”
“Alleles.”
As the fingers on his right hand pinched her nipple through her T-shirt, his left hand reached beneath the flimsy cotton and grasped her bare breast. Liv never wore a bra. She liked the loose feeling as her large breasts bounced against her cotton t-shirt. They sagged a little with age, but they were as firm and as large as they had been when she was 20 years younger. He gave her breast a quick squeeze, and the powerful stimulating sensation traveled down her breast, through her stomach, and slammed into her pussy. God, I want him, and I want him now...
“Did you lock the front door? I don’t want people walking in the store with us carrying on like this.”
“Yes, the door is locked.”
“But the blinds aren’t pulled. People can see in!”
“Can they? Good! A little exhibitionism turns me on. Now, how about some more sexy words?” His lips blew butterfly kisses down her neck. As his tongue licked her warm, sweaty skin, she shivered in ecstasy.
“Profiling.”
“Don’t stop. You’re driving me bonkers.”
“As you wish,” Kevin nibbled on her earlobe. “Luminol. Oh, baby, let me turn you on. Petechial hemorrhaging.”
Kevin pulled her leggings and black briefs to her knees. She smelled the sweat and juices from her moist pussy as soon as it was exposed to the air. My, but I love that heady smell. It’s MY smell!! Kevin slipped his fingers into her waiting crevice.
“How about a tongue action before we go?”
Before she could answer, Kevin’s face dived into her pussy. He pushed her leggings and briefs past her ankles until they sat in a pile on the floor.
“Jump up on the table. I want to eat you.”
Eagerly awaiting his talented tongue, she did as he asked, and spread her legs. His strong hands held her legs apart, and his face nuzzled her pussy. Within seconds his tongue lapped at her erect clit, driving her to an erotic frenzy. His lips sucked against her clit, pulling at it, making her feel so very weak in the knees. His index and middle fingers slid into her wet pussy, probing and massaging her G-spot. He didn’t waste any time. My G-spot was just waiting for him. She arched her back, pressing her warm pussy against his face.
He ate her out some more, licking and sucking until she was so aroused her body went rigid. She pinched her hard nipples, hoping to make them even harder. They were so sensitive that each pinch vibrated from her boobs down to her pussy. She felt her heart pounding as blood rushed through her veins, warming her all over. Closing her eyes, she saw the shadows of blood rushing back and forth like waves. Each pulse throbbed in her pussy and her throat. His tongue alternated between licking around her clit and against her pussy lips, and then sucking hard on her clit. She was ready to burst! I’m so close I will spurt fluid all over his face if he keeps this up.
She ground her pussy against his face as her bum lifted off the table. Upon hearing snickering, she turned towards the windows. Two men stared at her from the open window, wide-eyed and fixated on her writhing body.
We have an audience.
She smiled at them, and lowered the leg that was closest to the window so they would have a better look. Cupping her large breasts, she squeezed them and pinched her nipples while staring at them with her best “bedroom eyes” look. Kevin was none the wiser, since his focus was on her, driving her wild. One of the voyeurs licked his lips, and that was all it took. Liv’s orgasm rose from deep inside her body, and it exploded against Kevin’s face. She ground her pussy hard against his lips as his mouth sucked hard on her clit, fingers working her G-spot. She felt the moisture grow under her bum. She rode the waves of her orgasm for over a minute until it subsided.
The two men clapped, catching Kevin’s attention. He looked towards the window, saw the two voyeurs, and laughed. The two men waved, cheered a little more, and fled, likely from embarrassment at being caught, and arousal on their own parts.
“I didn’t know we had a command performance. I take it that was good for you?”
“Yes, both your mouth and those two guys watching us.”
“I knew you were a bit of an exhibitionist. Having them watch really turned you on, didn’t it?”
She only smiled, stood up, and tidied herself. Kevin grabbed the bottle of all-purpose cleaner and a paper towel, and cleaned up the puddle on the table.
“Do you feel better now?”
“Yes, sir. Much better.”
“Are you going to let articles written by cretins get on your nerves anymore, at least this weekend?”
“No, sir.”
“Good! Now if you start to feel insecure again, I’m afraid I’m going to have to spank you.”
“I’ll supply the paddle.”
They packed the boxes into their cars, and headed for the convention. After registering and setting up their table in the dealer’s room, Liv checked in to the hotel and went to her room. She unpacked her luggage and moved her belongings into their proper places. Clothing in the dresser drawers. Shampoo and conditioner on the tub. Curlers and makeup on the bathroom sink. She never felt completely at home in a hotel until she had unpacked everything. Once she felt settled, she opened the bottle of cabernet she brought and poured herself a glass. The tart red liquid felt good flowing down her throat. Her body relaxed, and she knew the good times were about to start.
How about dressing up? I want Jeremy to see me looking my best. Liv curled her bum-length auburn hair and put on a little makeup. Not too much. I don’t want to look like a tramp, although Jeremy might like that sort of thing. She reached for the rose cotton ankle-length dress she brought specifically for this occasion, and slipped into it. After brushing out her hair, she inspected her appearance in the mirror. I do clean up nice. Jeremy will love the way I look, and Kevin will be floored. He rarely sees me all dolled up. She called the front desk to see if Jeremy Kingston had checked in yet, but the hotel clerk told her he had not. Disappointed, she left her room to wander around the con before stopping at her table to help Kevin set up.
Kevin did a double-take when he saw her. “Well, look at you. You’re the sexiest woman in the room. Dress up more often, Liv. You look smashing.” He poked her in the ribs and grinned at her. “Expecting company, by any chance?”
“I wanted Jeremy to see me looking my best.”
“You always look your best, but now you look good enough to eat.”
“You already ate. Maybe later.”
“Don’t dare me. I’ll take you up on it.”
The con was packed. Liv was delighted to see all the different body types as she wandered around the tables in the dealer’s room. Women with cascading hair meandered between the tables, while other women with spiked hair every color of the rainbow mingled with the crowd. Such a wide variety of people, which was to be expected at a science fiction and fantasy convention. Some walked about in costume while others wore comfortable T-shirts and jeans. And although some of the younger women were quite thin, Liv was happy to see heavier women dressed in “Buffy” and “Firefly” T-shirts picking up a double dildo here and a bottle of massage oil there. And they shopped with their lovers! Ha! Let “Mr. Roid Rage” see these women with their lovers, and call them fat and homely women who can’t get dates. Loser! These heavier women and their partners, of both genders, were buying sex toys and massage items before Kevin and Liv had completely set up the table.
A tall, young man approached their table as Liv picked up a 24-inch bright purple double dildo. Liv’s pussy melted at the sight of him. She knew him in an instant. Oh my God, he’s here! Stay calm and don’t do anything stupid. Standing at six feet tall, his lithe body swayed as he walked towards the table. Dressed in black, from a black frock coat to black jeans and a tight black T-shirt, his body screamed “fetish lover.” Black hair hung in his face, but did not cover his electric blue eyes. There wasn’t a blemish on his skin. Dimpled cheeks were capped by high cheekbones. He grinned at her, and Liv grinned back.
“You must be Liv and Kevin. I’m Jeremy. Liv, your picture doesn’t do you justice. You’re simply stunning.” His voice was deep and as smooth as warm honey. Very hypnotic. He stared at the double dildo Liv held in her hand. “Is that for me? I thought you’d want to wait before we got into the kinky stuff.”
“Oh, my God! I’m so sorry,” Liv dropped the double dildo onto the table as if it were a poisonous snake. She ran out from behind the table, and hugged Jeremy. He feels so firm and strong, and he’s all mine! She ran her hands down his back, and resisted grabbing his delicious bum to give it a hard squeeze. His arms wrapped around her, and he hugged her so tightly she couldn’t breathe. Seeing Jeremy in person at long last felt as if all her dreams had finally come true. Her longing for an intelligent and sexy man occupied her mind for months. Years of teaching judo gave Jeremy the muscular body she loved. She hugged and squeezed him to make him feel more real. Her entire body tingled with desire as she took in his heady scent. He smells like cinnamon and cloves. I could eat him alive!
“I take it you’ve checked in.” She knew what Jeremy wanted. The same thing she wanted.
“Yes, the room is a bit of a mess, but it’s presentable,” she said.
“How do you feel about a little privacy?”
“It’s what I’ve waited for all year.”
“You two go and enjoy yourselves,” Kevin said. “I’ll mind the table. I figured you two would want some private time, anyway.” He held up a pair of plush handcuffs, and a huge grin spread across his face. “Need anything to take with you? Cuffs? Butt plugs? Flogger whip? A third partner?”
“Kevin, you’re so bad.”
“I have all the gear I need,” Jeremy said. “Although I’d have to ask Liv’s permission if she’d like a third person to join us.”
“How about I enjoy you alone first, and then later Kevin joins us. How’s that sound Kevin?”
“I’m game. I don’t want to leave the table anyway. Too many tempting goodies here that hot little hands will swipe when we aren’t looking.”
“Good point.”
As she’d hoped, Liv was going to have hot monkey sex with both Kevin and Jeremy before the night was over.
Liv’s heart raced as she invited Jeremy into her room. Boxes were scattered about the floor, but the room was tidy enough to please Liv. She took his black frock coat and hung it up.
Facing Jeremy, she took in his gorgeous body. Broad shoulders covered in black silk tempted her. She wanted to rest her head on his shoulder while her hands roamed his strong chest. Although he was young, he looked a bit older than his 31 years. The long hair that hung in his eyes and brushed his collar gave him a nonchalant air, but his bright blue eyes looked alert, as if they didn’t miss a thing. His gaze was deep and penetrating, and at that moment his gaze was firmly fixed on her face. The unspoken question was obvious, and Liv knew what to do next.
“May I hug you?” she asked.
“Yes. I’d like that.”
Her arms shook as they wrapped around his back. The scent of cinnamon and clove floated in a cloud around her head as she rested her head on his shoulder. Heart racing, she pressed her body against his, feeling his slender form mold into her own. While Jeremy wasn’t muscular, he was slim and strong. Just the kind of man she loved the most. All those years teaching judo had paid off. His body felt deceptively slight, but she knew he was strong enough to throw a grown man across the room.
She raised her head, and their lips met. His tongue slid into her mouth, and she tasted coffee and chocolate. The luscious taste combined with his scent made her head spin.
They wasted no time. Liv had waited for this moment for a year, and she didn’t want to wait any longer. His firm hands found her breasts and squeezed, quickening her pulse and making the blood rush into her pussy. I want this man in my bed, and I want him there now.
After a frenzy of removing their clothing, they were on the bed, tearing at each other, devouring, kissing, sucking and petting. His hands found the flesh around her belly and squeezed it, molded it, until his erect cock pressed against her thigh. His breath felt hot against her skin as his mouth pressed against her throat, trailing down until his lips wrapped around her hard and sensitive nipples. Each nibble at her buds sent shock waves through her.
“My God, your body is so beautiful.” His voice was deep and raspy with desire. “I think about you every night before I go to bed, and I’ve imagined this moment for many months. I feel as if we are already lovers. You know what I want now, don’t you?”
She turned over onto her stomach, and his hands found her full bum. He squeezed each cheek, and then without warning, one hand came down on her with a resounding smack!
The sting felt sharp and glorious as tingling sensations rammed into her. She spread her legs to give him greater access. Two fingers slipped into her pussy as another finger found its way into her anus. He primed her until she was ready. He looked over to the dresser table, then chose and put on one of the condoms. She smelled strawberries as he opened a bottle of lube she had placed next to the protection, and within seconds his hard cock made its way into her ass. Spreading her legs to accommodate him, she took in every inch of his erection, and as he filled her his fingers found her clit, massaging and pinching until her body shivered with arousal. He grew even larger as he slammed into her, his fingers pressed against her, his other hand coming down hard on her bum cheek with a loud smack. With each spanking, her pussy tightened until she finally exploded with the most amazing orgasm. As she rode the waves of her climax, Jeremy burst into her ass. She felt his cock jump with each pulsation of his orgasm.
Spent, they both turned over on their backs, chests heaving with exhaustion.
“That was as wonderful as I had dreamt it would be. Liv, you are absolutely beautiful and the sexiest woman I have ever met.”
“You’ve been my dream lover for as long, too. I’m sure we’ll continue where we left off later today.”
Jeremy’s body was all she had hoped for, and more. Liv knew that she and Jeremy would hook up again several times before the convention ended. She would save the under-the-bed restraints, ball gag, and spanking paddle for the evening. That idiot who wrote the “fat women are lazy” article didn’t know what he was talking about. She knew she was sexy and she had the sexy, younger men to prove it. Liv vowed never to read such articles ever again. They weren’t worth her time or attention.
“Now that we’ve enjoyed ourselves alone, are you still up for a third party?” Liv asked.
“I thought you’d never ask,” Jeremy said with a grin.
She called Kevin, who found another worker to mind the table for them. By the time he knocked on the door, Liv was ready and raring to go. Jeremy had a shit-eating grin on his face. Oh, her dream scenario! Both Kevin and Jeremy tending to her every need. Could she ask for more?
Of course she could.
Kevin twirled two pairs of purple plush handcuffs between his fingers. “Room service!” he said when Liv opened the door.
“Now this is the kind of room service I can get behind,” she said.
They undressed him quickly and then stretched across Liv’s bed.
“I’ve been looking forward to ravishing you all year,” Kevin said. “You are the sexiest woman I know, Liv.”
“You’re speaking on a panel about big is beautiful later, right?” Jeremy asked. “You’re going to hit that ball out of the ballpark.”
“Having you two by my side is boosting my confidence no end,” Liv said. “Now enough talking and let’s get down to it.”
“I’m here to please,” Kevin said with a wicked smile as he grasped Liv’s right hand and cuffed her to the headboard, then did the same with her other hand. She lay face-down, submissive to their ministrations.
“How about we give you a massage you’ll never forget?” Kevin said. “Does that sound like fun, Jeremy?”
“I’d love to give Liv the most incredible treatment she can possibly beg for,” Jeremy said.
“I’m begging,” Liv said. “Gimme the best you’ve got.”
Within seconds, Liv once again smelled the delicious, sweet scent of strawberry lube since it doubled as a massage lotion. Kevin warmed it in his hands. When he squeezed her shoulders she groaned with pleasure. Jeremy went to work on her calves until they relaxed. She felt the day’s tension melt as they worked her taut muscles. Standing had given her leg and back cramps, and these two wonderful men pressed and kneaded them away.
“How do you like being at our mercy, Liv?” Jeremy asked.
“I can’t get enough of it,” Liv said.
“Is the troglodyte with his stupid opinions out of your mind now?” Kevin asked.
“He was until you mentioned him, silly,” Liv laughed.
“What troglodyte?” Jeremy asked.
“Long story not worth going into. He’s not worth her time,” Kevin said and then continued to work on her back. “Suffice to say he says women of a certain size are not sexy and are lazy.”
“That’s not true,” Jeremy said. “Besides, I prefer a woman who looks like she doesn’t throw up every meal after she eats it.”
“Same here,” Kevin said. “I choose a real woman over a toothpick any day.”
“Thank you,” Liv said. “Now will you two pipe down and tend to my every need?”
“Your wish is our command!” Kevin said.
Four very talented hands worked her over until she felt so relaxed she could drift off to sleep if she wasn’t careful. She didn’t want to sleep. Liv desired those warm, strong hands on her body. The moron with his stupid opinions was the farthest thing from her mind. Here she was, lying face-down, relishing the best massage she had in years. Yes, she was fat, but she was vibrant, sensuous and vivacious. She could always lose the weight if she put her mind to it, which was something she often did over the summer. During winter, she tended to hole herself up in her home and was not as physically active. But what did it matter? Kevin and Jeremy desired her, and that fact made her feel incredible. She would never take them for granted. They could be cherished, close friends if she let them into her life more often than during conventions.
“Liv, it’s time to get up,” Jeremy whispered in her ear.
Kevin gave her right bum cheek a squeeze. “You’re on for your panel in half an hour.”
She turned over. Her wrists had been freed. A bit groggy, she looked up at the two men who had dressed.
“Did I fall asleep?” she asked.
“You did, and we took that as a compliment,” Jeremy said. “We also brought some champagne so we could have a toast before your panel.”
“You smell like strawberries and you look dreamy,” Kevin said as he grabbed three champagne coupes. “You’re going to knock ’em dead.”
“We’ll be there, cheering you on,” Jeremy said. He twisted the champagne cork and with a loud pop the bottle opened. He poured bubbly into the three coupes.
Liv sat up, naked yet not feeling exposed. She trusted these two kind, sexy men. They treated her the way she wanted and deserved to be treated. She slipped into her jeans and Doctor Who T-shirt and sat on the bed.
Jeremy passed a glass to Liv. Kevin grabbed one. Jeremy lifted his glass. “To Liv, the sexiest woman I know.”
“I agree. Liv deserves a toast,” Kevin said. “Your panel is going to be amazing.”
“I’m moderator. I’d better be amazing,” Liv said. She lifted her glass. “To the two best men I could ever possibly have met. You’re both so good for me.”
They drank and refilled their glasses. After two glasses, Liv felt pleasantly tipsy. This was good champagne. Jeremy had bought only the best. As she headed for her panel, she realized how lucky she was. She was neither a “butterbody” nor lazy nor a slag. She was an intelligent, sexy woman who was not hurting for lovers. She took her place at the head of the panel and knew she would wow the crowd as she did every year. Now, she had two men who boosted her confidence sitting in the audience, and she couldn’t ask for anything more.