This is actually my first time writing a story, hopefully it will be the first of many, specially because what I write comes directly from personal experiences that I have decided to share with anyone who is willing to read tru them.
Besides mine, I changed everybody's name to protect their privacy. I would love chat and get your feedback on my stories.
My name is Julie, I'm 5' 2" with 34 cup D breasts, wide hips and a big plump juicy ass that drives most guys crazy. My body developed this voluptuous shape since a very early age, and it's probably the main reason I keep getting into the type of situations that create my stories. But what can I say, I love sex!. My body is built for sex and keeps asking me for it. I constantly get a terrible sensation of emptiness right below my tummy, and it's always followed by the overwhelming desire to get filled up by a man; especially when I'm ovulating. Every single month when my body reaches that state I get incredibly horny, it's like I'm in heat and can't control the urge for cock. This makes my personality a little complicated; because I'm generally shy and quiet. My stepdad taught me to be obedient and submissive, always at the service of males, so that's how I am to most, only a small amount of people know my slutty side.
Please be understanding if my writing is not so great, I'm not a professional writer, I only do this as a hobby to amuse my self and hopefully to get you a little horny too. Because one thing is for sure; I can please a man way better than I can write.
This story begins when my biological father left us, I was just a kid and never heard from him ever since; so growing up it was just my mom, my older sister and me. During this time mom dated a bunch of guys but never moved one of them in with us until Randal came along. He was about 5'10, mid 40s just a little bit of gray in his hair and a few wrinkles in his face. He was actually good looking for his age, had a beard and a pretty good amount of body hair with tick lumberjack arms because he worked construction for the most part of his life. He met my mom at the clinic where she worked as a nurse, he had a minor accident at work and needed some stitches. He dated my mother for almost a year before moving in with us. I had just turned 19 so I didn't really interacted with him much because I was busy with my friends and school, and I didn't really knew him until he started living with us.
His way of thinking was very old fashioned, he would say things like "women belong in the kitchen" and talk about how a good wife should keep her house spotless and be attentive of her husband and kids. He owned a remodeling business and was extremely bossy with his employees and so he was to us too, He immediately took control over the house and our lives, he was the decision taker and the new rule maker for some reason.
The way he acted around me was very strange at first because most of the time he was ordering me around, telling me what to do, and criticizing the things I did, sometimes in a mean way, But he would also be like we were the best of friends and hug me all the time, kiss me on the cheek every time he greeted me. He was extra huggie when Mom was not around, he would placed his hands on my hips, just below my waist line and pull me so close to him that my boobs would squeezed on his chest and I would feel his bulge pressing against my belly button, this used to made my heart rate go fast and feel a bit tinglish down there, I'm not gonna to lie.
I also caught him looking at my body many times when we were alone. (He never tried to hide it), he would checked out my ass when passing by, or have a good look at my boobs whenever I was wearing a cleavage; He had that same lustful look that men would give me everywhere I go, whether riding the bus or at the supermarket they would look at me as if they were ready to eat me. It was more than obvious that he wanted to shove it in me, but for obvious reasons I tried my best to ignore him. But for some inexplicable reason I felt intimidated and attracted to him. I would sometimes have dreams of him being in bed with me and I would wake up so wet that many times I had to change my underwear; thankfully nobody knew about that.
Some nights I reached down to play with my pussy thinking about him while laying under the covers. Maybe lust is contagious, or maybe I'm just very slutty; but feeling that he desired me, turned me on so much.
To make matters worse, one of those nights, after I just finished my self care session I started hearing a stomping noise; I tried to ignore it and go to sleep but I didn't. I got up and followed it to the end of the hallway to it source, it came from Mom's room. The door was almost shut and was a bit dark, but I could still see her upsidedown and her boobs shaking. He was railing my mom doggy style! I thought of leaving, but the humping noise and seeing my mom's face expressions made me reach down my panties again. I slowly kneel, and leaning forward towards the cracked open door I started fingering myself with one hand and playing with my boobs with the other one, I was only wearing a nightgown and panties so my juices started running down my legs, accumulating on the floor. Watching her trying to control her moaning while getting fucked made me cum so hard that I had to take off my panties and fold them to the only dry side they had, to clean up the floor of the hallway that was now filled with the smell of my pussy.
Even though they kept going, I went back to my room and got into bed. But I couldn't sleep because I kept thinking about how much I wanted to be in Mom's place just now. My cravings for Randall grew out of the platonic stage to become something I wanted to achieve. I know that I'm a terrible person and the worst daughter, but I just couldn't control myself; it was like he had me under some kind of spell because after that night, I began to find him more and more attractive, I would stock him around the house, even when he was working under his car, I would lean at the door frame with my arms and legs crossed, biting my lip while staring at his bulge.
Without noticing I began to flirt with him a lot. Every morning I would do my hair and my makeup extra nice hoping to impress him. I even changed my usual choice of outfits in efforts to catch his attention. I normally wear skin tight jeans because even though my butt is firm, it's size makes it jiggle when I walk and this type of pants help me keep it under control. But he was always talking about how men should be the only ones wearing pants and that women should stick to dresses and skirts; So I switched.
I love how dresses look on me, but most of them fit me so tight because of my wide hips, that it's a constant struggle for me fixing them every two steps to keep them from going up and show more than I should; which in this case that was an advantage for me; because every time mom was not around, I would come up with any excuse to bend over near him so that he could get a good look of what's under my skirts. But these subtle hints did not give me the results I was hoping for.
One time, while my mother was at work I tried crouching down to "look for my earring", for about 5 minutes I had my ass up in the air, swing side to side; he started at it the whole time. So I thought that day he was going to make a move on me; but he didn't.
Looking back to this memory, I came to realize that he was just playing hard to get. He resisted the temptation and pretended not to be interested so that I would get frustrated and make more efforts to have him; I know that because that's exactly what I did.
