Stealing an Opportunity
-- by lightswitch © August 2007

[(FF, lesbian), reluctant/forced, interracial, white female,
black female, BBW, enslavement]

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Pam lay in bed, nude, tossing and turning in the sweltering
August night heat. She kicked at the twisted white sheets,
drenched with the perspiration that rolled off her dark body. The
sheets had somehow entwined themselves around her thick, dark
legs, causing an unbearable feeling of confinement.

“I can’t sleep,” she mumbled, in frustration. “It’s too damned
hot and I am too damned horny.”  It had been almost six months
since she’d been laid and that asshole had always wanted to be in
control. The inevitable result: He got off and she was usually
left unsatisfied.

The need for release was mounting with each day.

Pam knew she wasn’t what society considered “attractive.” She was
a big woman, at 5’11” and weighed almost 300 pounds. Her dark,
shoulder-length hair kinked, no matter how often she tried to
straighten it. She had finally given up and let it grow out,
natural.

Her skin was a deep brown, except for her palms and the soles of
her feet. She did have an attractive face: Her lips were full and
sensual. Her eyes, dark and sultry.  “If only I could lose some
weight,” she agonized. “Then maybe I could get a man to show some
interest!”

“Then maybe I could get someone to fuck me!”

Writhing in discomfort from the heat, and in frustration from the
lack of sex, she finally sat up in bed. Her wide back, though
damp and now free from the cloying, wet sheets, still didn’t feel
cooler.

She got out of bed and stood in front of her free-standing
mirror. In the darkness of the bedroom, her skin was so dark she
couldn’t make out a reflection, at first. But she *could* see
where immense curved shadows hid the light-colored wall, in the
background.

She sighed, heavily. Her ass was huge, and she knew it. Worse,
she suspected it might be considered sexy – if it were about one
third its current size.  Her enormous backside jutted out
proudly, almost perfectly round and defying gravity.  You could
rest a drink on her ass, while she was standing up!
Unfortunately, it was also so big that she had yet to meet the
man who could wrap his arms around her hips and touch his
fingertips.

Her breasts were way too big to defy gravity, and the two
massive, dark melons sagged noticeably. She had found that if she
bound them tightly, she *could* display some awesome cleavage.
But naked …?

Regarding herself in the mirror, without any supportive binding,
she felt herself sinking into despair.  Who would be attracted to
a big, fat, black woman like her? Was she destined to go insane,
from sexual deprivation?!?

Maybe it was time to bite the bullet and sign on to one of those
BBW websites.  She’d heard that there were some men who actually
preferred BBWs … “Big, Beautiful Women.”  Maybe she could hook up
with a white guy …

Her pussy throbbed at the thought. Pam had never told anyone, but
she had a secret fetish for white men.  Whenever she “took
matters into her own hands,” usually with an oversized vibrator
she kept near the bed, she fantasized about fucking a white man …
of holding him down and having her way with him.

“I could use a little ‘Caucasion Persuasion,’” she murmured
wistfully, citing the oft-repeated truism that secretly drifted
among many black communities.  It was a well-known fact that all
you had to do to get a white person to go down on you was flash
some dark genitalia. They got so excited about giving oral sex
that it was almost like they’d rather give it than get it. Pam
knew she’d much rather have her pussy eaten than have to give
head.  White people … they were different. They seemed to get off
on giving oral service … on being used for the sexual pleasure of
others.

“That settles it,” she decided. “I’m searching for a BBW board
and I’m signing up. I don’t care who or what I come up with … I
gotta fuck something or die!”

Her mind made up, she padded out to the living room, to turn on
her PC.

As she flicked the wall switch, the overhead light almost blinded
her. But not before she saw that she wasn’t alone.

Someone was in her apartment!

She had a short glimpse of him, before she had to clench her eyes
shut from the blinding light: He was standing near the fake
fireplace, her cheap DVD player under one arm and her old VCR
under the other.  The thief was short, maybe around 5’ or 5’2”
and dressed in black.  He wore a thin, black T-shirt and
leotards. Black sneakers and a black ski mask topped off his
outfit.

Maybe it was the short stature of the thief, signaling it was
improbable he posed a physical danger … maybe it was the pent-up
sexual frustration she felt … maybe it was the stifling summer
heat … whatever it was, Pam felt her temper flare.

“You *bastard*!” the big black woman screamed, launching herself
across the room.  The little thief froze like a deer caught in
headlights. That was all the chance Pam needed.

Seizing the little guy by the front of his black T-shirt, she
bodily picked him up and slammed him against the wall. “How
*dare* you try to steal from *me*!?!” she screamed, slamming him
repeatedly against the wall.  The DVD player and VCR dropped from
his stunned hands and he brought his arms up in a futile effort
to defend himself.

Pam began throwing punches wildly, hitting the thief’s face,
head, and stomach. All throughout, the little man never made a
sound.  This just seemed to fuel the big woman’s rage as she
continued to rain down blows.

“He can’t make any noise,” she realized. “That might attract
attention and get him in even worse trouble.”

She grinned evilly. “Good, that means I won’t have to hold back!”
she thought. Still grabbing the front of his T-shirt, she slammed
him against the wall a few more times.

With a start, she realized she was getting aroused.  This was the
most physical contact she’d had with a man in months … there was
no doubt who was in control and that was adding fuel to the fire.
 Pam loved being in control!

Breathing heavily from exertion, she held the thief against the
wall and looked into his mask-covered face. Large, green eyes
looked at her imploringly, trying to blink back tears.

Green eyes …

“I got me a little white man,” Pam murmured, a warm, liquid
feeling of pleasure surging between her legs.  The full meaning
of this revelation was slowly dawning on the big black woman. The
thief looked frightened.

“So … a white man who nobody knows is here,” she told the pinned
burglar. “A white man who nobody would miss if he never showed up
again …”

She felt her big, dark nipples stiffen on her still-nude body.

“I can do anything I want to you, and nobody would ever know,”
she whispered. The pinned thief’s wide green eyes were glued in
horror to the black woman’s thick, hardening nipples, his head
shaking back and forth in protest.

“I can do whatever I want, whenever I want … as many times as I
want …” Pam murmured, bringing her face close to the entrapped
burglar’s.  The thief let out a stifled moan and struggled feebly
in the big woman’s grasp.

“Let’s see what you look like under that mask, sugar,” Pam
purred, grasping the top of the knit ski mask. “God, please let
him be good-lookin’ … !”  It didn’t matter, though … she was so
horny, she’d fuck him senseless no matter what he looked like.

She yanked off the ski mask and gasped in surprise.

The thief had short, dark hair and was, indeed, extremely
attractive …

… for a female.

“Shit!” Pam cried, feeling her lust fade. “You’re a chick!” In
frustration, she sank her fist into the white girl’s gut and
began furiously beating her pinned victim.

“Please!” the savaged brunette pleaded, “no more! I’ll do
whatever you want!”

The fat black woman paused, fist still in the air.

She’ll do whatever I want?

Pam looked at the beaten white girl. Although badly bruised and
sporting a fat lip, the girl *was* very attractive.

She’ll do whatever I want …

Pam felt her chest tighten with the faint stirrings of arousal.

A chick? She’d never even thought of such a thing. She’d always
been attracted to men. But still … the little thief *was*
attractive.

And she *was* white.

And she was here.

And she’ll do whatever I want …

Pam felt her nipples stiffen again.

Grabbing the neck of the brunette’s T-shirt in two hands, the big
black woman pulled and literally ripped the thin fabric from the
little thief’s body.  Two full white tits bounced into view,
rubbing against Pam’s larger, dark boobs.

“You’ll do anything I say …” Pam murmured, slowly pressing
herself against the white girl. The thief’s green eyes widened in
shock as she realized Pam’s intent.

“Oh wait,” she whispered. “I didn’t mean … Look, I’m sorry I
broke in! I …”

Pam clamped her mouth over the brunette’s, shutting off any
further protests. The big black woman felt the little thief
struggle, feebly, but easily kept her pinned against the wall.
Pam was wet and could feel her arousal dripping down her thick
legs. She broke the passionate kiss momentarily to look into the
white girl’s eyes.

“This will do,” she said, pausing to lick the horrified thief’s
pale face. “This will do nicely.”  Her dark, hard nipples jabbed
cruelly into the white girl’s soft, pale breasts as Pam again
pressed her thick lips down onto the resistant girl’s mouth. 
Using her weight advantage, the big black woman embraced the
struggling white girl tightly and slowly lowered them both to the
floor.

Forcing the little thief onto her back, Pam slowly lowered
herself on top of the flailing brunette. As the fat black woman’s
full weight settled down on her, the white girl quickly stopped
struggling. Pam felt a wave of pleasure sweep over her, enjoying
the dominance of crushing the alabaster beauty under her big,
dark body.

Pam once again lowered her mouth onto her victim’s.

The black woman’s thick, wet tongue parted the white girl’s
clamped lips and slid past. Pam ran her tongue across the
brunette’s tightly clenched teeth. The pinned brunette stubbornly
denied entrance, but Pam bounced a few times, crushing the spirit
out of her victim.

The white girl’s jaw went slack and the black woman slowly wedged
her tongue between the brunette’s teeth, easily prying them
apart. With a moan of surrender, the crushed white girl opened
her mouth, allowing Pam’s probing tongue access.

Pam had her way with the young thief’s mouth for over ten
minutes, sensually exploring every recess. The white girl, barely
able to breathe, lay back passively and endured the heavyset
woman’s attentions.

Pam had never felt so turned on … *she* was in control … *she*
was calling the shots … and *she* would be the one who would
enjoy the stimulation that inevitably led to a climax!

Finally breaking the deep kiss, Pam moved up to straddle the
little brunette in a schoolboy pin, sitting on the white girl’s
chest and pinning the woman’s shoulders with her big knees.  The
little thief’s green eyes bugged out as the black woman settled
her enormous ass down, completely engulfing the brunette’s full,
bare, white tits.  The white girl’s mouth worked, but no sounds
came out.

Pam finally realized her victim was mouthing the words “Can’t
breathe!”

A perverse thrill ran through the black woman’s body. “No one
knows you’re here,” she whispered, slowly fingering herself. “I
could kill you and nobody would know.”  The crushed white girl’s
eyes were round with terror. She writhed under her dark
dominator, but couldn’t budge Pam’s thick, dark legs.

The white girl’s futile struggles grew weaker and Pam franticly
rubbed her throbbing clit as she continued to crush the pretty
white girl under her enormous black ass. Pam was surprised to
feel two distinct pricks against her ass.

“It’s the white girl’s nipples!” Pam realized. “They’re getting
hard! The little slut is getting off on not being able to
breathe!”  Pam masturbated harder.

“God, this is good!” Pam muttered, plunging several fingers into
her drooling pussy.  “I’ve never felt so in control!”  Her eyes
were fixated on the slackening features of the pretty white girl,
whose eyes were slowly closing and rolling back into her head.

“Fuck!” Pam whined. “Not yet! I’m so close!”  Pam knew she had a
decision to make: Continue to thrust towards an incredible
orgasm, which would result in the little thief being crushed to
death, or stop now and find an alternate means to achieve
satisfaction.

Reluctantly, she pulled her dripping fingers from her fevered
pussy and raised her ass from the brunette’s crushed, pale tits.
Worried that she had waited too long, the fat woman slapped the
white girl a few times and was finally rewarded with a long,
ragged intake of breath.

Quickly, Pam shifted position, straddling the semi-conscious
brunette’s head, facing the white girl’s feet and pinning the
woman’s arms under her fat, dark legs.

“Finish me,” she ordered, lowering herself onto the dazed thief’s
face.  She purposely allowed a fair amount of weight to settle,
as she sat on the white girl’s face, and was rewarded with the
sight of two painfully erect nipples thrusting up from the little
thief’s quivering white breasts.

Surrendering any further show of resistance, the pinned brunette
began licking her captor’s dripping snatch.

“Oh, FUCK yes!” Pam sighed, fondling her big, sloppy tits as the
pinned white girl subserviently licked the black woman’s sopping
slit. “It’s true, nothing beats Caucasion Persuasion! No one can
eat a pussy like a white person!”

The fat black woman rode the subdued white girl’s face from
orgasm to orgasm, losing count as she continued to grind herself
on her prisoner’s rubbed-raw features.

After what seemed like hours, finally sated, Pam raised her
dripping crotch from the humiliated brunette’s face.

“Please,” the brunette gasped, her abraded face shiny with
smeared cunt juice, “let me go, now. I’m sorry I tried to steal
from you! I promise I’ll never do it again!  You’ve gotten what
you want; just please … let me go!”

Pam gave a cruel smile. “I don’t think so, baby,” she purred.

The little thief burst into tears. “You can’t just keep me here!”
she cried. “You can’t just keep me, as if I were some object for
your pleasure! I’m a human being! I have rights!”

Pam smiled, cruelly, settling her crotch back down onto the white
girl’s face. She sat back, settling her full weight onto her
prisoner and watched in satisfaction as the white girl’s nipples
stiffened, involuntarily.

“I can do anything I want to you,” the fat black woman told her.
“And I think you make the perfect little fuck toy for when I need
to get off.”  Pam felt hot tears against the area between her
pussy and ass. But the white girl’s nipples remained painfully
erect.

“Go to sleep, baby,” the fat black woman purred as she smothered
the pinned brunette into unconsciousness. “When you wake up, I’ll
be back from the pet store with enough chain-leashing to make
sure you stay mine, forever.”

The helpless white girl twitched and went still.
