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Chapter One
Gabriel
The New Orleans afternoon sky darkens, foreshadowing a tumultuous afternoon. As the other students scurry to take shelter, one figure remains, sitting beneath a shedding deciduous tree, seemingly waiting for the rainfall.Stupid girl.Or is she too heavy to stand up?
I can't help but chuckle as I observe the beautiful yet voluptuous redhead perched on the bench. seemingly unaware of the danger. Is she not afraid to be struck by lightning? I chuckle again.Lightning will never strike an angel.She probably knows it.
Though I'm usually not attracted to big women, I have to make an exception for this one.I have to.Her figure is reminiscent of the women in Renaissance paintings, with large, rounded hips, wide arms, and fatty thighs. I wonder how she looks when aroused. It'll be challenging to search for her clit on her fat pussy lips, but it'll be fun to roll my tongue around and suck it.
They say fucking a fat woman is a bomb. Their heat is more intense; their muscles are more rigid. But everything about them is soft. Can she handle more whips with her ass? Will she love more pressure on those large boobs? Is her crotch firm enough to receive the slaps of my crotch when I ram her pussy?
Fuck!Women with more than 30 inches of waistline don't awaken my lust. But she does. And as if teasing me more, the rain pours over her head. Instead of taking shelter, the young woman stands from the bench and dances like a child. Her sweater tightens around her body, showing the folds of her torso. Her tits seem to have grown from the rain. They look bigger; traces of her taut nipples become visible. I lick my lips while imagining how they look and feel when I roll my tongue around them.
My lustful thoughts pop like bubbles when a pair of hands brush on my shoulders. "Somebody is ready," Prof. Mallows whispers while reaching for my bulging crotch. I force a smile when the old hag faces me.
She wears a red and black corset with hard wires around her tits. Faux leather makes up most of the corset except for the lace crotch. I can see the slit on it, allowing anyone to enter her pussy without taking off anything. I look at the girl in the rain. Will she be willing to wear that? She may look like a burrito, but her tits will look better than the professor's.
Mallows looks out the window and shakes her head after seeing the fat young lady. She forces me to look away from the girl and focus on her. I’d rather have that heavy woman than the heavily wrinkled wench in front of me. But I must keep my job as a security officer to the Dahlia House of this private college. I should stay here to do something I've planned for the past five years.
The professor is the head of the student housing department of the college. She’s particular with the guards for the Dahlia Hall that accommodates the daughters of rich, international personalities engaged or once engaged in illegal businesses. Every guard has to pass an extensive examination and background check before getting a job in the building. I could not risk a background check on myself. So I have to manipulate this desperate and depraved professor.
“I do you, you do me,” Mallows tells me while unbuckling my pants.
I smirk at her and ravish her mouth with mine. I have to give it to this hag. Her experience shows in her kisses. It’s always a treat to fuck experienced women, but it’s an honor to break a virgin’s innocence.Ah.That fat girl will cry loud when I ram her hard. I won’t just break her innocence but also turn her into a crazy bitch doing everything I want. Just as this old wench does.
Mallows groans when I hold her by the neck, choking her until her face almost changes color. She falls on her knees when I release her. I flash a wicked grin and free my cock. Her eyes sparkle, erasing her frown. I look out the window and watch as the young woman enjoys the rain. Will she have the same smile before taking my cock into her mouth? No. I'll make her cry while choking on my size.
The forty-ish professor takes my cock with her hands and massages it while licking the tip. I take a deep breath as the warmth of her tongue travels to the hilt of my shaft. Mallows may be full of Botox and knifework, but no one can deny her experience as a woman. Accompanied by her thirst for a man with more vigor than her sixty-year-old husband, she satisfies me better than the college girls I pick up from the bar outside the campus.
I grab the top of Mallows' hair and guide her as she bobs her head. My body should be enjoying this by now, but strangely, I want it to end. I'm afraid the rain will stop, and the young woman will disappear. She has to meet me today.
"Stay," I order like the professor is a dog. And like a pet, she remains on her knees while I fuck her mouth until she gags. I look at her with a raised eyebrow, asking her if she can still handle it. She wipes her lips and offers her mouth to me. "Swallow," I tell her before thrusting my cock into her mouth until I cum. I keep it in her mouth, forcing everything into her mouth.
The professor growls and pushes me away. She glares at me while gasping for breath. Her face calms when I say, "Get on the table, Professor."
Mallows rises and walks to her desk. Her smile extends to her ears while she spreads her legs before me. She has the same smile as when we first met. I had to flirt with her like I was some man-whore. But it was a chance I needed. I gave the bitch the best sex she needed and made her submit. Now, she can't stop wanting me and gives me everything I want in exchange for a good fuck.
I look at the girl from the window and smile a bit. Is it her first time to be in the rain? She looks like a fool dancing at the sound of thunder.Stupid and dangerous.The sound of the pouring rain irks me. She won't be dancing until the rain stops. I could miss my chance to meet her. I have to deal with the old hag quickly.
“Ethan,” Mallows calls while spreading the slit of her corset.
Ethan.Everyone in this place knows me as Ethan Mullin and not Gabriel Petrovich. I have been keeping my true identity hidden for almost twenty years. But once my plans succeed, I don't have to hide my real name. Everyone will know who Gabriel Petrovich is, and everyone who forced me to hide that name will have to die.
I walk to Mallows and take her hand away from her pussy. She giggles; I stop her by sticking my tongue deep into her throat. She moans under my gag while I roll my fingers on her slit. Mallows squeezes my biceps while I insert two fingers into her opening, covering it with her wetness. I pull out my fingers and stick them into her mouth. The nymph sucks it like a baby while I pull down the cover of her breasts.
“Ethan,” Mallows calls while I suck her nipple.
The professor dances on the table while I pleasure her tits and clit simultaneously. She holds my cock with one hand and pushes my hand away from her folds with the other. I resist her move and increase the intensity of my rubs until she moans. Sensing she's near her orgasm, I pull away my hand and thrust my cock swiftly inside her. She presses her hands on my chest to stop my forceful entry, but I ignore her and wreck her hole while she cries.
The sound of women crying from the pain is like music in my ears. It reminds me that I'm a devil incarnate. I'm not capable of pity and love. I have a heart hardened by hate. All the hatred and pain are preparations for the one thing keeping me alive all these years. Revenge. I have to be a devil to break an angel and kill her satanic father.
“How do you make me want this?” Mallows ask after a few cries. After a few weeks of introducing pain to her, she slowly learns to love the itch it adds to the sexual sensation. “I want to cum, Ethan.”
I often pull out to hear her plead like a desperate whore. But the rain has slowed down; I have to tire her fast.
“Yes, Ethan,” Mallows giggles when I push her back to the desk and raise her legs to the ceiling. I close my eyes and think of the girl in the rain while I fuck the hag.
It will definitely be better if I'm fucking that fat girl. Her size can probably handle my cock more. Her flab slapping my crotch will sound like music. She must look lovely while moaning from pleasure while her tits jiggle from my forceful thrusts. And she'll call me Gabriel, sweetly – like an innocent angel.
