Dominant Big Beautiful Woman

Maybe I was lonely. Maybe I needed to find myself. Maybe I needed to express myself. I was definitely horny! I was out of grad school. I had a good job in a small rural area. A small house to myself on a lake. I was in my late 20's and in a pretty good place physically and financially. Mentally and emotionally were questionable. For the first time in my life, I was somewhat free to be me, but I had made some bad strategic decisions. I was living in a rural religious conservative area, and I desperately needed to let my feminine side out and cross-dress. Part of me wanted to transition and live full time as a woman. Part of me wanted to live most of the time as a woman. Part of me was really enjoying making good money as a man. But for the first time I had privacy to dress when I wanted and the money to afford kink and clothing.

I lived in a very very small house, but it was on a dead-end road on a lake. 85% of the days of the year, I had no neighbors. Summer holiday weekends I would probably have neighbors on either side of me. Any other time the road and slough of the lake were so private I could parade outside naked, and no one would notice. I loved the privacy, and it was the first time in my life that I lived without roomies. It gave me a lot of freedom to experience all of my suppressed kinky desires. But I was doing them alone and that became old very quickly.

The internet was about 5 years old where I lived. I am sure it started earlier, but I had fist used email about 5 years before at Uni. I had just discovered chatrooms and was wandering around chatrooms for the local area. This chat server was set up so you could enter an existing room or create a room. There were lots of rooms with a crowd and I had been through many when I created a room called "educated, nice and transgender." It was slow to start but soon I got a few people coming in and out. Most were dirty old men and the pattern got old very quickly.

"ASL?" (Age, Sex Location?)

"Wanna fuck?"

Etc. etc. etc.

When they could not get to the fucking part in four of five sentences they got mean, rude and abusive. One did not though. The conversation was actually real. She wanted to know about me. She was not begging to meet in 10 minutes for sex. After about 15 minutes of chatting, I started ignoring all the men sending rude chats and moved to chat with Melissa. She was literate, humorous, chatty, kind, and fun. I enjoyed talking to her about a little of a lot. In the end I knew a little about her and she knew a little about me. She definitely knew that I was transgender and very inexperienced at it. She worked in a mall at a makeup counter and apparently really wanted me to come sees her at work for a makeover. She also knew I loved BDSM and really enjoyed being submissive.

This was amazing to me. I had never considered going to a makeover counter at a mall, but I also knew that the mall was far enough away from where I lived that the likelihood of seeing someone, I knew was very unlikely. I really wanted to meet a woman who not only was happy with me dressing as a woman but wanted to help. The fact that she probably knew how to help me was a dream come true. Before I knew it, I had agreed to come meet her a few days later at her makeup counter for a little bit of makeup help and to meet each other. We chatted each evening for a few days and by the day we were to meet there was no question that I was going.

I had a newfound courage about this. In the past I had hidden all of my kinks and especially cross-dressing from everyone including the public. Now I was going to drive to a mall and meet a woman at a makeup counter for makeup advice and hopefully more. This was in the days before video chats, and we had not shared pictures.

I walked into the mall, and I was a lot more confident and bolder than I had ever been. Normally, I would never even spend much time around the makeup counters, but here, for some reason, I did not care. Sure, I was nervous, and I was aware of every person around me, sure that they were about to see me at a makeup counter doing God knows what, but I did not really care. No one knew me and I was about to meet a woman who already knew I was a crossdresser. This was an amazing concept to me.

I got to the counter, that she worked at, and I looked around. There was only one woman at this counter, and she smiled at me when she saw me. I am ashamed to admit I was disappointed, but I was. She was not my type. I have a pretty broad type and I don't need a very specific look to attract me. She didn't fit. I was tall for a woman at 5'10 and 175lbs but I was in great shape for a guy. Melissa was shorter at about 5'8" and well above 275 lbs. I had dated overweight women but never anyone heavier than I was. I may be prejudiced about what I like and don't like but I am not rude or mean. I came here to meet melissa and get a makeover and that is what I was going to do so I smiled, said hello, and introduced myself.

She was just like she was online. She was literate, humorous, chatty, kind, and fun. I was sitting in the chair by the counter and after a few minutes and we were having a very fun time as we chatted, and she discussed makeup and what she wanted to try with me. I was dressed as a boy, so this was a little disconcerting, but I was so excited to be at a makeup counter and have someone interested in putting makeup on me that I ignored everything around me except her. There were not a lot of customers, but I did notice ladies at the other makeup counters when I had walked in. After a few minutes I was noticing no one except Melissa.

By the end it had been two hours and we had tried and cleaned off multiple different makeup patterns. She was so cool. I walked away from the counter with a lot of makeup in a bag and a lot of money spent. I was also very torn in my emotions. I wanted this so badly, but I was not really attracted to melissa physically. I enjoyed being around her so much and I really loved the fact that she accepted me as me. I could not wait to dress in front of her, but I was terrified of the fact that she probably wanted a lot more from me romantically than I would be able to give. I should have stopped right here but this was the first woman who had met me knowing I was a cross-dresser and I thought she wanted to keep seeing me and help me with this.

I was right. We kept chatting the next few nights and I loved it. I had dated women who knew I dressed but they always found out after we started dating and this led to mixed results. I really wanted this. We chatted in our own private rooms over the next several nights. She was inquisitive and I opened up and told her every fetish and every kinky thing I ever wanted to do. She knew about cross-dressing, but I told her about bondage, my long nail fetish, my cast and brace fetish, my humiliation fetish, and few others. She did not reject me, ridicule me, or make me feel bad about anything. I loved it. I had always been so terrified about sharing all of my weird sexual needs. She seemed fine with it and made me feel so comfortable sharing with her. She also seemed to like the idea of being the dominant partner in a relationship. I did not blink a few weeks later when she told me, rather than asked me that we were going out. I accepted, but I am not really sure that was necessary.

That Friday I pulled up to her apartment building in a huge 2 story apartment complex and she was getting out of her car as I pulled up. I pulled into the right of her, and she got She got out of her car and put her hands up on the roof and showed me her nails on the rood and asked me if I liked them. I did not. We had talked extensively about my long nail fetish, but her nails did not qualify. They were about 1/8 inch beyond her fingertips. I don't even register long nails until at least 1/2 inch and I don't really like long nails until they are at least an inch. This was a huge disappointment. However, she was so sweet to do this and surprise me that I really appreciated it. I told her so and thanked her immensely. We went to dinner.

At dinner, I was extremely self-conscious. I was convinced everyone would be starting at me with this enormous woman. I am sure someone did, but it was almost entirely in my head. Dinner was fine and we enjoyed ourselves. Melissa flirted with me and made a show of her new nails. It was like she was trying to let me see them all the time as she tapped them on things. It was cute but they were too short for me to really notice.

After dinner we came back to her 2-bedroom apartment that she shared with her gay friend and whoever he was dating at the time. We walked into a combined living /dining / kitchen room. To the right was a living room with a couch facing a television and a sliding glass door out to a patio. To the left was a kitchen table then a few bar seats facing a counter and beyond that a kitchen with a sink, stove, refrigerator, and counter. If you walked straight from the front door you walked between the den and Dining / kitchen area and went down a hallway, with a door to the right and left and a door at the end.

Melissa went to the kitchen and poured us some wine. We had been drinking a bit and this was needed as we sat down to chat. I knew that this night might end up with sex and I wanted it. Melissa was amazing in so many ways and all I could fantasize about was her dominating me. At the moment though I really just wanted to be with her and talk to her. Here was this amazing creature who was not repulsed by me but maybe wanted me and she seemed to want to play with some of my fetishes and desires. I was really loving the time with her.

As we were chatting, she mentioned that she had talked to her roommate, and He had warned her that I was gay. I was a little annoyed. I was not gay. She said that she had told him all about me and that I like to dress as a woman, but I liked women. Apparently Tarrance did not believe her and was convinced that since I liked to wear women's clothing, I was really gay. I adamantly denied this to Melissa and told her that I really like women. I am not sure if I was convincing, but I was persistent.

We were getting quite drunk when Melissa decided quite dominantly, we were going to bed. The process of getting to bed is a little hazy but soon we were down the hallway in the first door on the right. Her bed was against the wall on the far side of the room. I was a little confused as we got undressed because she lay a big blanket on the floor, and we settled on the floor. I did not think about it too much though. We were naked and started kissing. She pulled me down to the floor and I let her. I was lying on this massive woman, and I was turned on. Everywhere I touched she was soft. After a few minutes of me lying on her, kissing her lips face, closed eyelids, cheeks, and neck, she seemed convince that I wanted her.

"Do you want me?"

"Yes. I whispered."

"Are you gay like Tarrance thinks?"

"No." I almost pleaded.

"Then move down and lick your mistress."

I slowly started licking down her body, kissing both breasts as I moved their huge weight around enjoying the massive globes. I kissed down her fat belly. Because she was laying on her back, I could get to the lips of her pussy. I realized that had she been sitting up this would have been difficult with all of her fat pushing down on it. I kissed her inner thighs and slowly kissed around her pussy gradually narrowing licking her lips and focusing on her clitoris.

"That's its slave. Serve me."

We were both a little awkward with the dialogue, but I was so turned on. My cock was leaking all over the blanket and I wanted Melissa. She was getting very wet and talking dirty to me in between moans. I slowly pushed one finger into her and started caressing upward. This set off louder moaning.

"Oh yes slave, worship me. Suck my pussy. Worship your goddess."

I continued caressing inside her, licking ever shrinking circles around her clitoris and then slowly inserted another finger from my left hand inside of her. This this time I pointed it down and started caressing inside her. This was enough and she tensed her whole enormous body and closed her giant thighs trapping my head in two enormous pillows of fat as she came squealing. I kept licking until she reached down and forcefully pushed my head away and told me to stop. I lay there with my two fingers still inside her as she quivered, and I felt her vagina tensing.

After a short while she whispered, "Come here slave."

I got up to my knees and crawled between her legs up onto this enormous pile of woman. I was rock hard and wanted her. I lay on her soft body with my cock almost to her vagina.

"Do you want me?

"Yes"

"Yes what?"

"Yes Goddess."

"Come here then." And she pulled me into her.

My cock slid into her dripping pussy, and I understood why we were on the floor. There was going to be a massive wet spot. She was already soaking wet. It felt so good to slide into her sopping wet pussy. I did not know it, but I was about to be a little embarrassed. I thought of myself as a good lover. I probably was not, and this would not be a stellar performance. Within about a minute her wet pussy and our sweaty bodies would send me over the edge. I had this illusion that she was going to cum again while we were fucking but as I neared orgasm after only a minute, I was embarrassed as I quietly begged her to cum.

She seemed a little shocked but said, "Yes little one, you can cum."

I did. In a typical, groaning, and pathetic fashion. Afterwards I was embarrassed at how quickly and loudly I had cum. I am sure she was disappointed, but she did not say anything, and we kissed for a few minutes after I came. After a few short minutes I climbed off of her girth and we both used the restroom to clean up. We crawled into her bed. I was glad we had had sex on the pallet. It was now soaked with her juices, sweat and probably some of my cum. We, however, got to climb into a nice dry warm bed for sleep.

In the morning we woke up and I was ashamed that I was trying to get out of the house quickly. I was sober but hung over and ashamed of not only sleeping with this massive fat girl, but of revealing so much of myself to her, and being a horrible lover. I knew I had not pleased her while we were fucking. All of this made the morning quite awkward.

We did chat the next few evenings via a chat room, and I really enjoyed this. The separation allowed me to share all of my thoughts and feeling. She was so interesting, and I really wanted someone who wanted all of me. It seemed as if nothing phased her. We agreed to meet again, and she would come over to my house. When she arrived it was fairly uneventful? It was almost a normal date. We were sitting in my small living room, and something made her laugh. Well, it was more of a snort, and this really turned me off. I don't know why but I found it grating. I was struggling with dating and being attracted to such a large fat woman, and this really reinforced it. Had she been less than 200 lbs., it would not have phased me but to my shame this snort just reinforced my prejudices. I am sure she wanted to stay the night. If she had taken over and been dominant about it, it probably would have happened, but she was not very dominant at this point. The night ended in a disappointment for both of us.

I am not proud of myself here. I wanted to end the relationship. I was embarrassed to be seen in public with Melissa and this was wrong. I knew it but could not help myself. Luckily she was easing into being dominant and assertive and she was the one to push me into dating and submitting to her.