#plus size babe

Another morning, another day without sleep.

The entire weekend had passed, yet Bill's dream girl never left his mind once. For the past month, twenty-two year old Bill Skarsgard has worked as a temporary assistant for a powerhouse of a fashion-model in NYC. Needing money to fund his gaming and Twinkies addiction, it was either signing up for the as-needed temp agency, or continuing peewee-basketball coaching where the kids spent most of the days making fun of his too-tiny gym shorts and kicking his ass like he was just another fifth grader.

The agency made the interviews pretty easy... Background checks, a few training sessions, and then came the day of tryouts. If you knew how to keep your mouth shut, do everything you were told to do, and had the ability to multitask during multiple calls and emails; you couldn't have been more perfect for the position of becoming a celebrity's personal slave. Nervous about it all, after being hired, Bill chose a temporary position— a personal assistant position for a model named Precious Lee.

A model who seemed to have an opening around every month... Realizing that no one stayed permanently with her, he figured that the star must be difficult to work with. However, still eager to jump into this job headfirst— he figured that starting with the most difficult client and for only one short month, it would help him excel into an even better personal assistant by the end of their time spent together.

He began working for her, and he did his job well— shy, yet focused, just as he always had been in life. With paying close attention to her every detail, he quickly learned how much effort is put into the fashion-world. Once thinking that modeling was all things glitz and glam, he soon realized after days of following behind Precious that modeling is carrying an armload of studying materials, fierce workouts to grow stamina for long runway walks, never ending media-training, and having to keep a smile on your face for artists and designers who completely shit on everything you have worked so hard for..

After week one, Bill knew that it wasn't Precious who was difficult, it was the world of fashion who constantly tries to damper the light of a stunningly plus-size model.

Each day spent together Bill began to form an even deeper crush on his boss-lady. Determined, beautiful, kind, and caring— Precious Lee is sure to change the world's beauty standard with all that she has to offer. Friendship bloomed instantly and God knows he wished for more... But, if the closest he'd ever get to being with her was secretly worshiping the ground she walked on, being up at six-am every morning to bring Precious her morning bagel and latte, or taking notes for whatever she needed completed in the day— it was a deal he was willing to make in order to just breathe in the same air as her.

As the memorable month shared together came to an end, new positions have begun to blow up his phone... Another star? Someone other than Precious? Bill can't have that, he simply doesn't want any other position— even if it were running errands for the Pope.

This morning, his mind is racked with the havoc of his constant OCD filled thoughts. What if Precious' new assistant doesn't know that she likes to reapply her lipgloss after every snack? Only using the cherry flavored gloss from the beauty supply on Lennox Ave.

What if they don't know that she has flowers sent to her mother's home every Friday and that she prefers them to be lillies or marigolds? Any other flower scent gives the elderly woman migraines!

And, what if they order Precious a lunch and it contains an allergen of hers like shellfish!?! Making her have to take a photoshoot with an allergic reaction of her skin full of hives!

Panic sets in. As he makes up his mind this first Monday morning of the new month— Bill completes his morning hygiene mindlessly. Showering, brushing his teeth, packing his favorite breakfast of Twinkies, and jumping on the city bus with that damned to hell red-zip-up and thoughtless look in his large blue eyes.

Without anymore questioning, he's determined— Precious Lee needs him.She needs him just as much as he needs her.

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Entering the building of her modeling agency this early AM, Precious sighs— having to put on a sweet smile for any paparazzi that could be lurking outside of the place. As she walks through the lobby, she's able to breathe again and continue her annoyed grimacing— prepared for another month's Monday where she is exhausted and tired of having to retrain another temp to be the perfect personal assistant for her.

As Precious reaches her floor and leaves the elevator after its ding, the glass windows of her agency's waiting room easily reveals her patiently waiting ex-assistant from last month.

She'd recognize that hideous bowl cut and red jacket anywhere.

He sits in a poorly built IKEA chair, lanky and slumped over with shyness still haven't yet to set eyes on the woman he waits for as Precious quickly slips past him.

"Hey, good morning Joanne, is that—"

"Your last temp?" The heavy Brooklyn-accented and rasp of the cigarette smoking secretary finishes Precious' sentence for her, "yup!"

"Right..." Precious squints in utter confusion. "Okay, well— was he not paid on time or something? Why is he here?"

"Paid?" Joanne laughs, "his check keeps getting returned to us... And you know that the CEO is the type to dodge any and all lawsuits, so when they requested more information about his reasoning for it— he claimed that he prefers working volunteer."

Beginning to reminisce on all of the tireless running and hard work she had Bill doing, Precious can't seem to understand the reason behind his persistence to volunteer for her, to the point of even wanting to come back! "Joanne... give it to me straight. Why is he back? Am I about to get served papers or something? Like— what am I missing here!?"

"Ahh, he's harmless." The woman behind the desk continues to chuckle, "Pretty funny guy actually. He overheard your new temp assistant come in today asking for directions to your office this morning... The kid nearly spazzed when he saw the guy come in with a wheat bagel and raspberry jam for your breakfast instead of your regular everything bagel and cream cheese. It got ugly, had to call security up to separate them."

"Security? Well— is he alright?!"

...

With a career changing opportunity to shoot with Balenciaga this evening, you'd think that Precious would be more worried about having no assistant today than panicking for the wellbeing of her timid and sweet ex-employee.

The matured secretary smiles gently. After thirty or more years of working behind this desk for an agency she once wished she could have modeled for in her youth, Joanne can tell many-a-tale about seeing the look of love coming through these doors. From models, executives, designers, and even assistants— she knew with Bill's hysteric determination this morning and getting here long before the building opened, that something was there. She knew not to kick out the young man who clearly cares for this model more than he cares for himself... Allowing him to sit and wait for Precious, the stunning curve model that he clearly yearns for. "They didn't rough him up too bad. Go ahead, ask him yourself!"

Precious nods, the warmth of her shea butter scented skin and smile being able to brighten up anyone's day. "Thanks Joanne, I appreciate it."

Soon a French-manicured tap on the waiting room's glass takes Bill out of his impatient stirring.

He notices Precious, and his eyes triple in size. Jumping out of the seat quickly, a light fixture catches him right in the temple, "ouch."

Playfully rolling her eyes, the beautiful tawny star is at a loss for what to do with such an obsessive assistant— a gentleman who feels much like an adopted stray puppy than anything else. "You, come with me."

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Seated in Precious' office, the two examine each other from each side of the desk. Bill presses bagged-ice to his sore temple— his gaze stuttering at times as he becomes far too stirred by Precious' seductive brown gaze and interrogation. "Could you just— just stop looking at me like that."

"Bill, what is this?" Standing across her desk full of design sketches and headshots, Precious' hands are placed on her perfectly cinched waist.

Wearing her hair up in a messy bun and a top all too low— She couldn't be more hypnotizing. "Are you working for TMZ? One of those gossip blogs or something? Why aren't you collecting your pay and why do you keep coming back!?"

"I'd never take money from you. I don't want it." He tosses the bagged-ice, catching a slick attitude as if he were to begin a tantrum. "Look Precious, I know you prefer new faces each month, but I—I have your calendar memorized! I know you have a shit ton of work to do and you didn't need some idiot who brings in a wheat bagel and jam for your breakfast to mess anything else up! I just want to be useful."

She takes a deep breath in... Precious doesn't actually prefer new faces, she just had always figured that it would be easiest to switch out new assistants monthly being that never once had any of them believed in her career. Why get used to an assistant when in a world of Ozempic and GLP-1's everyone expects the plus-size model to fail? Meaning if she were to fail, they'd be nothing but out of a job soon... Getting too comfortable with one personal assistant, seemed like a big waste of time.

"I thought we clicked— I thought that we had it down!" He exclaims, neurodivergent and a bit geeky—when something is on his mind, it's hard not to say it... Better yet, hard not to explode. As he stands he reveals his towering height— shrimping the five-eleven model as he stands over her at six-four, deciding to join her on her side of the desk as he convinces her to let him stay. "We shared the same brain... We shared laughs, nights together, and smiles... Your assistant, sure—maybe, but I thought we at least became friends too."

He aches as Precious' eyebrows cutely furrow into thought... He'd do anything to go back to that night spent in Milan together. Exhausted from her runway show, it was Bill that took care of her... Unbraided her mane of hair, took the heels from her feet, silenced her phone, and became her big spoon as they slept the night away in each other's embrace— waking up early in time for her next flight to Paris. An insane beauty even without the runway hair and makeup— an image forever burned in his temporal lobe.

She begins to reminisce on their time spent together... He's right— not only did he understand her as if they shared a brain, but he was interested in everything that she had to say. He listened to her constant spiels about body inclusivity in the industry, and he even enjoyed her silly hobbies like feeding the pigeons and squirrels on walks through Central Park.

Precious can even recall the day he took a right-handed-hook for her... It was outside of a charity event in Times Square. One of the paparazzi reporters decided to try and get a rise out of the upcoming star... As the man stood far too close with a blinding flash of his camera in her eyes— he called Precious out of her name, made fun of her size, and tried his hardest to make a story out of her until she was nearly in tears... Another attempt at society trying to masculinize a beautiful black woman, hoping to attach her name to the angry, big, and black stereotype that they love to throw on melanated queens. In that moment shared between the paparazzi and Precious, Bill went from a shy assistant to an attempt at a dominant security guard. The altercation ended with a broken camera and a bloody nose from Bill's punch, yet sadly, being a full time gamer instead of spending time in the gym, his soft calluses and baby-smooth hands only upset the rowdy reporter— soon returning the right hook and giving Bill a bruise that lasted for days... a bruise and slight concussion that he could've complained about, but never once did.

Staring up at the gentle giant, butterflies flood her stomach— the reminiscing gives her the clear indication that perhaps she was blind to see what was in front of her all along, more reason to why the young man was so attentive to her. Precious' hand meets the chisel of his jaw, caressing his face as his tall frame melts against her body. "You healed up well— from what happened and all."

"It was worth it." He trembles like a lapdog as he is eased against her desk by her curves, leaning at a level where his face is comfortably placed against her bosom as his long arms wrap around her waist. "I— I missed you."

She chuckles, "we spent only one weekend apart." Softly stroking her fingers through his brunette strands, Precious places a kiss on the fresh injury against his temple— listening to him softly hiss. "Poor baby, always getting hurt."Feeling protective over someone so sweet, she again sighs— unsure of what to do with a man five years younger than her, and a man that she wishes to baby just as much as she'd like to fuck. "What am I going to do with you?"

"Make me permanent!" He lifts his head from her chest in excitement— already regretting moving and missing the warmth of her.

"Like, my permanent assistant?" She questions, "for what? So you can waste more checks that we send you?! Listen— I'll hire you permanently, but only if paid—"

"No." His interruption is shockingly stern with her.

"This is New York City!" She scoffs. "Life isn't cheap here!" Taking a step back in her leg-elongating heels and pencil skirt, Bill grabs at her buxom hips, pulling her back closer to him as if the sudden inching away gave him immediate separation anxiety.

"You're sweet... really." She pines, "I guess chilvary isn't dead after all, but honey, rent is already too damn high in Brooklyn, and tell me this— you're still riding that city bus, aren't you?"

... he pauses, not wanting to answer the question although he couldn't lie to her if he wanted to.

"I have a bike too."

"Bill!" She bursts at his timidly paused response. Annoyed, yet all she truly wants is for him to be able to make a comfortable living for himself instead of being stubborn. If anyone deserves good pay, it would be him. "The pleasure is all mine, really." He insists. "Being in your presence alone is my pay. Financially, I'll make something work, I mean— I always do! ... But there has to be something more to life than to just be about money, right?"

"Sure, then be honest with me... Where does my presence come into all of this?" She yearns for the admission of a feeling that she hopes they both share. "Why do you work for me? Why wish to have my time instead of my money?"

Biting the inside of his cheek, he becomes muted.

Only sometimes is he able to mindlessly blurt out his feelings, but in the very moment— he worries that speaking his truth would only get him banned from ever seeing Precious again... Afraid that if he says too much, the only relationship between him and the absolute love of his life would become a restraining order.

"I can be difficult, I'm very busy, and you already know that this job doesn't come easy. So please, just tell me, why are you here?" Demanding an answer, Precious steps backwards once more— parting away from Bill even further as he nears a panic. Goosebumps fill his pale skin as he blushes all the way down to his neck. A foot away from him, Precious bites down on her plump-bottom lip, needing him to admit what he feels.

"Can you just— can you come back over here."His voice is a near whine, wanting to shape himself into the curve her soft body once again. "Y—You know why I'm here! I want the job, how many times should I say it! I'm here to clock in today."

He avoids the truth with his vague responses, and Precious refuses it, emphasizing this time exactly what she means. "No, why are you right here, right now, with me?"

...

Slow to a response... the tired girl begins to give up on him.

Precious wonders who she even is kidding. Cute, yet a sheepish man stands before her. A man that most would wonder if he is even old enough to buy a drink with, a man who she hasn't the time of day to watch him play with her emotions during the most busiest moments of her career. What could she possibly be thinking? "You know what I hate?" Her voice becomes shallow and thin... A tone and rasp that pains Bill, along with the swelling of tears in her sweet eyes.

"I hate how the whole entire world loves to constantly give me their unsolicited truths, until I actually ask for it."

The office becomes painfully quiet as she wraps the morning up with another heartbreaking sigh. "Maybe you're right... Maybe I do rather different faces. A permanent position can't be discussed as of right now." Feeling silly about thinking she had found a genuine connection, she remembers just why she had been staying away from dating ever since she realized each date only saw her as the 'thick girl from Drake's music video'.Although Bill isn't one of those dates, and probably hasn't listened to a single Drake song in his life— he has suddenly become another example of just how much men love to waste her time.

Taking a ballsy first move before daring to see his favorite woman shed a tear, Bill rushes her with a tight grip around her bicep. Proving himself to be more man than mouse as the firm grasp wraps around her plush-arm with authority. "I'm here with you because if I wasn't, I would only be somewhere else thinking of you." His answer finally comes in a way that is far from disappointing. "I wish to be your permanent assistant not only to be at your side every second of the day, but because if I can't be the one to wait on you hand and foot— I would die knowing that another man is."

Standing much taller, the young man is less of the piss-ant he had made himself out to be, making the girl before him dazed with lust. Reaching for his lips— they're just as soft as she had expected. The kiss forced upon him gives Bill a head-buzzed whirl— chasing after it again as Precious pulls back to check and see if she had made the wrong move. But far from making the wrong move, she only wishes she had made it sooner as Bill proceeds with the kiss using force that backs her against the wall. A force needy and unhinged as the prodding poke of his jeans thrusts against her pencil skirt.

Growing more lustful with each passing lip-lock, Precious' lips part with a wanton cinch in between her brows as Bill's perfect pout makes way across her neck and breasts. Needy and rushed with excitement, his breathing is trembled along with pathetic whimpers. "Can I taste you?"

As if he needed to even ask. Her slight nod is enough to set Bill ablaze. His arms— usually noodle like in his extremely long and frail extremities suddenly grow in heightened strength... He lifts Precious within every ounce of her glory— carrying her weightless to the tabletop of her office's desk. Her hands frantically clear the mess of headshots and written notes. All of her hard work becoming a confettied mess as the papers float towards the marble tiling of the floor. Her pencil skirt is bunched far above her hips, exaggerating the utter junoesque beauty of her body as her thighs spread in their circumference. Her panties are hurried down the length of her mile-long legs dangling effortlessly on the heel of her left red-bottom shoe.

Lifting her plush thighs into a spread is better than opening gifts on Christmas morning... Bill's knees weaken at the sight of her womanhood— a fresh wax and just as honey-brown as his wet dreams always imagined her pussy to be. With fingers stretched wide, his large palm presses against the warmth of her soft belly— laying her back against the desktop as Precious watches his mouth drool against her mound through the sight of her globe-like breasts and the pudge of her fupa. Heated muffles make her back arch as Bill sends praises through tongue kisses against her cunt, "so fucking sweet." Skilled in ways unknown, the young man only does what he feels is right— he does just what he had wanted to do the first work-day spent with her, the first day he sat behind the scenes of a photoshoot and watched the prettiest woman he ever laid eyes on pose through fake fog and wind like and angel fallen from Heaven.

Peeling her folds open with the strength of his thumbs, he watches her mewl and quake with his suckling of her clit—tonguing each hole that pulses for his affection, and soaking Precious down to the crack of her ass as she lays spread like a buffet for this virgin starved.

Sent to the moon with dam-bursts of orgasms that tighten her knees against his head, she's determined if she is to climax for him again, it won't be from her clitorial nerves— Precious aches for her marbles to be fucked loose... Needing to see this same determination in his deep-strokes as Bill has had in his feasting and brilliant tongue performance. "Fuck me."

The words come sharply, widening his eyes, unsure if he could be dreaming. Bill swallows back the rest of Precious' essence that has continued to drip down his chin... Never expecting to get this far, Bill trembles as he reaches for his wallet. His fingers search frantically for a rubber that has collected dust for years now. After passing through coupons for Dairy Queen, his library and metro card, he finally finds the gold wrapper of his stored away magnum.

But with the pull of his waistband— the supermodel has other ideas... Earnest to feel every inch and vein of him, Precious pulls free his manhood. Jumping and sticky with excitement, she watches the man above her jaw loosely drop as she directs his thick salmon-colored cockhead into the tight-band-like vice of her opening. Her grasp finds each side of his sculpted pelvis, ushering his first stroke as deeply as possible as she lays flush against his tickling happy trail— needing to feel this cock skin to skin— wanting this innocent flesh of his as if he had become her drug of choice. "Oh!— oh, fuck." His Adam's apple bounces with a sharp gulp in his throat, hips now recharging with a slick withdrawal and soon another forced entry— beginning to pummel this perfect pussy before him as he fucks the hinges from off of the desk.

Biting her lip, Precious conceals a slutty grin as her eyes shut in immense pleasure— spoiled rotten, getting all she wanted. Wicked relief takes over her. Far past the need for a decent lay with a man worthwhile, she relaxes and opens wider for Bill... wanting him to enjoy her body as he pleases, lose himself in her with free use as she pushes him further, "more baby, harder—please."

Soon her breathy whispers make the strength of each of his blows aim to break her spine... With a mess of curls bounced out of her updo and the lewdest moans known to man, he's never seen her so beautiful. Her top can't hold back the bouncing of her massive tits—breasts reddening and bruised as Bill's fondle becomes more of a dangerous claim than a sweet caress—mouth finding each chocolate nipple as he hardens each bud with suckling lovebites.

"Shit!— you're so deep." Having maybe bitten off more than she can chew, Precious squeals as the heat and tightened spring of her stomach begins to snap.

Feeling her walls clench and tighten around each of his jabs absolutely blinds Bill. His strong grip finds the length of Precious' throat, tightening around her windpipe as she is slammed against the desk with the brutal force of a balls-deep pounding.

Built for speed, he splits her tender pussy, shaping her to the girth of his fit— huffing from the defeat of a cunt so warm and honey-bun sweet. The spasm of her climax makes Bill hiss. His heavy-hitting thrust become sloppy as does his incoherent crooning against Precious's lips. "Precious... Baby— I need you to— ugh, fuck I'm going to cum."

"Please." Her ankles become hooked around his waist, feeling his cockhead kiss against her cervix— wanting to be filled and needy for his creampie. "I want all of it."

Aiming to please in both their work and personal life, he is truly her servant. Whatever Precious Lee could ever want, Bill would go to the ends of the Earth for her to have it— today she yearns to be stuffed full with his milky spend, a load he has more than enough to share with her. With tightened muscles and a brain full of mush, he explodes. Tasting Heaven on the tip of his tongue he watches Precious' eyes fall half-lidded with a puckered pout that opens for him. Receiving his thumb on the bed of her tongue—Bill presses forward with precise strokes that slow time before their eyes.

"Sss'ah! Precious... just like that— please, princess. Oh, fuck that's perfect." His semen webs out of her core, pouring around the stretch of him as he attempts to push more into her womb— far too horny, far too careless, far too busy to worry and distract themselves from this moment of shared ecstasy.

Falling flaccid, their shared tongue kiss quickly fixes that... Moaning and tangling tongues, a French kiss damn near perfect is better than sex.

Still pieced inside of her beaten mound, Precious' eyes widen as her newest young lover's libido surprises her with the retightening of a hardened thick cock— turned on, and just like that— he's ready again. "You feel that?" His confidence peaks into a man reborn. "What you do to me? I'm needing you all over again."

Melodies already begin to flood from her lips... willing to give the man obsessed with her as much as he could possibly want.

"A few more rounds..." Bill checks the watch on his wrist, "We need to get you to your Balenciaga fitting on time— hopefully not too worn out." Precious chuckles... a smile so sweet that Bill chases it with a kiss to her teeth. Drunk on cock, not once had she remembered the details of her busy schedule— but, proven to be her biggest supporter and the better half of her brain, Bill's determination— OCD driven or not, would never let her career fail.

Pushed backwards into the rolling chair, Precious finds his lap—lowering herself back onto his rod as the luscious bounce of her flesh begins riding and bucking. Hips so fiercely thick that it gives him brain rot, "would telling you that I'm falling in love with you, make you run?"

Focused on her lips, he watches them as if he could see the very moans leaving her soft pout.

He groans, already so far past being in love with her, she'd must be crazy to think something so divine could make him run. "Run? No. Make me cum again— yes."

She takes his response with a chuckle, warmed by his genuine adoration for her, returning to their second of many, many rounds, and breathless kissing.

Without any friends, a dime in his pocket, a decent haircut, or a balanced diet— what Bill has, and had been wanting, has finally become his. Precious Lee— a girl he'd light a candle for everyday, and pray to the Gods above that she would feel for him just the same. He had wished for her, and with this— it consumed his every thought. Content in his very little wealth, he will still at the end of the day be without many things— but to him, he has just become the richest man in the entire world.

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