Former Playmates Pt. 01: Stephanie's Move

"I'm not lying!" Stephanie laughed.

"Well, whatever you're eating or doing in the gym, is working wonders."

"Thank you," Stephanie blushed again, seeing Fat Rob glance at her cleavage.

"You ever do any modeling in your younger days?"

Stephanie blushed again, "Well, actually, I um," she trailed off, thinking of how to word it. She looked to Fat Rob's face to see him waiting. "I posed in Playboy a couple times about 20 years ago."

"Mmhmm, right." Fat Rob replied, as if he already knew this information.

"Did you already know that?" Stephanie asked.

"No. I'm just not surprised by it. And I bet," he said, leaning closer to Stephanie, placing his large dark hand on hers, "you look even better now than you did back then. Just like fine wine, aged to perfection."

Stephanie blushed, "Thank you," she said again. "My family has good genes. My sisters posed too," she said quietly.

"I can believe that as well. I'm sure they are all gorgeous specimens like you," Fat Rob said, lightly circling her hand at the table.

That chatted for another couple hours about their lives. Stephanie explained she was born in Tampa Bay, Florida and spent most of her younger years there before moving to Minnesota. Fat Rob explained a little more of what he did. Talent search and relations for a few magazines was included in his description. He also mentioned, running a few high-class, gentleman's clubs in the Atlanta area. "We're always looking for beautiful women of all ages," he told Stephanie, winking suggestively, making her blush again.

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Fat Rob put the Escalade in park in Stephanie's driveway. She smiled softly at him, "Would you like to come in?"

"I'd love to," He answered, getting out of the vehicle on his side, walking over to hers to open her door. He placed his hand on the small of her back, slightly lower this time, causing shivers to run up Stephanie's spine.

A few minutes later, they were sitting on the couch, Fat Rob's arm around her, his hand caressing her shoulder. Stephanie took a large gulp of her wine, "Would you like to see?"

"See what, Miss Stephanie?"

"My pictures," she answered.

"Ah, those pictures, I'd be honored."

Stephanie smiled, hurriedly hopping off the couch, heading down the nearby hallway to a small office room she had, and returning with a photo album.

Fat Rob pulled her in close, his arm around her torso, his hand resting on her thigh. Stephanie flipped through the book, displaying several nude photos of her in various poses, eliciting soft moans from Fat Rob's mouth as he saw them. The collection wasn't huge, but impressive nonetheless.

"Beautiful," he said, when she showed him the last photo, closing the book. "But I was right."

"Right about what?" Stephanie said, turning to face him.

"Like fine wine. Better now than 20 years ago," He replied, tipping her chin with his index finger, placing a soft kiss on her lips. "Have you ever considered dancing?"

"Like at one of your strip clubs?" She asked, an eye brow raised.

"Gentleman's club, and yes."

"My older sister did that for awhile, but I never have."

Fat Rob leaned into her ear, while caressing her arm nearest him, trailing it with his fingers all the way down to hers. He guided her hand to his thigh, where Stephanie thought she felt the tip of something large. "Would you dance for me, right here and now?"

Stephanie's fingers slowly moved over large mass within Fat Rob's dress slacks. She gulped, realizing what it was, and then slowly nodded her head. Moving without thinking, she rose from the couch, standing before him, slowly moving her hips from side to side. He nodded and watched her every move. She wasn't a trained dancer by any means, but she was unable to say no, attempting to dance as sexy and as seductively as she could. Fat Rob seemed enjoy it, motioning her with index finger to turn around. Stephanie complied, moving her hips back and forth, weaving her butt to and fro in front of Fat Rob.

"Come back, on my lap," He instructed her. Stephanie did without question, slowly grinding and gyrating her ass against his crotch, feeling that hard, large mass in his pants, smiling and knowing what it was and what she wanted it to do to her. She loved this feeling. It was just the two of them and he made her feel so sexy.

Suddenly she stood up, turning around to look down at Fat Rob relaxing on the couch. Looking at the bulge in his pants, the grin on his face, she undid her halter top, letting it fall revealing her huge breasts. She unzipped her skirt, sliding it down, stepping out of it. She went to her knees in front of him, not taking her eyes off his. She unzipped his pants, reaching for her prize, reaching for something she hasn't had inside her in years, reaching for that big black cock of his. Finally fishing it out, her eyes widened part in amazement and part in fear as she stared at the huge, thick mass that her hand couldn't fully wrap around before her. Her mouth watered.

"Well, I think I see why you're called Fat Rob," Stephanie said, unable to look away from it, both afraid and desiring for it to be inside her.

Fat Rob gently ran his fingers through her hair, gripping the back of her head, slowly pulling her toward it. Stephanie found her mouth instinctually opening, Fat Rob guiding her to it. Stephanie felt the tip on her tongue, her mouth kept stretching, opening wider and wider as Fat Rob guided her head on to it. Finally it was in the back of her fully stretch mouth, unable to go any further. It was too thick.

Fat Rob slowly moved her head up and down, gripping her hair, his fat cock making her mouth hurt. "That's it, just like that. Now work the tip," he commanded.

It seemingly filled her mouth. It was so delicious, so thick, larger than her ex's, larger than the three other people she's been with in her lifetime so far. She didn't care if it stretched her mouth out to an unattractive proportion. She simply kept bobbing her head over it, weaving back and forth, attempting to suck its massive girth.

Perhaps Fat Rob had run into issues like this in the past - a cock so fat that it's difficult to pleasure orally. Perhaps he knew that her mouth on it for a few minutes was enough to get him 100% ready to destroy her vagina. Either way, he smiled, and politely stopped her. Stephanie nodded and scooted back on the floor. Fat Rob stood, pulling his pants down, stepping out them, placing them neatly over the couch and sliding his shoes aside. He undid his jacket, carefully removing and folding it in the same manner. He took off his watch, his rings, and guided Stephanie to her feet. He squeezed her tit, checking its ripeness like the melon it was. He bent downward, bringing it to his mouth, his sucks sending tingles down her spine. Releasing the nipple from his mouth, he guided Stephanie to the couch, moving behind her.

"Ready?" he asked, slapping his heavy member against her butt cheeks a few times. Stephanie looked over her shoulder and nodded. Her dripping wet pussy needed no further stimulus. With a hand on her waist and the other guiding his massive meat to its intended destination, Fat Rob slowly attempted to enter her.

Stephanie almost yelled in a mixture of agony and pleasure. He was so thick, so huge; she'd never been stretched like this before. As Fat Rob gingerly guided himself in, pulling her back on his fat dick, Stephanie moaned loudly, just like she heard Fernanda earlier in the day. When Fat Rob was all the way in, all the way to the hilt, Stephanie's body began tightening up and shaking, she was cumming. Fat Rob moaned behind her, his hand yanking her head back, while her pussy convulsed and massaged the huge cock which stretched and stuffed her to the brim.

When her orgasm subsided, Fat Rob began his true assault. Holding her in place from behind, he began his powerful thrusts, sliding his cock in and out, causing Stephanie to moan with each direct hit of his cockhead against her g-spot. It was so huge and thick; it couldn't help but hit all the right places. It felt like a fist was pummeling her pussy.

The next hour went by incredibly fast. Stephanie had lost track of time. She was gripping the couch in the living room, straddling Fat Rob while he buried his face in her chest, kissing, licking, coating her tits in saliva. She lost track of how many times she climaxed.

Wildly bouncing up and down, Stephanie feared they may break the couch, until Fat Rob finally spoke, "Get that cum."

Stephanie knew just what to do, moaning as his cock slid out of her, she went to her knees again, plopping her big tits on his lap, engulfing his cock. "Those tits are perfect for big dicks," Fat Rob noted. Stephanie nodded, her mouth slurping and sliding all over the cockhead as best it could. When the semen erupted from the tip, she felt his cock swell and pulse in between her tits before her mouth stretched and covered it. She moaned at the taste of semen. It had been too long.

Another hour passed, they had moved to the bed room. The mountainous man Stephanie had met earlier that day was renewing his assault on her pussy, shaking the bed, dripping sweat down on the middle-aged, former Playboy Playmate as he worked.

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Stephanie limped to the bathtub the next morning after saying goodbye to Fat Rob. She was sore and exhausted. He said he'll call her. She reminded him she's moving. He told her he knows but there was no harm in spending a little more time together. Stephanie agreed, sliding into the warm bath, letting the water sooth her stretched out pussy. She pinched a nipple, sliding deeper into the warmth. She couldn't wait to see him again.

Chapter 5

"Ahh yess!" Stephanie cried out a week later. Fat Rob was behind her, holding her down by her neck with one hand, the other on her hip, holding her in place while he tore her to pieces. She felt defeated, helpless, taken, and she loved it.

They had been meeting up every evening for the last week. Fat Rob would show up, ask her to dance for him, compliment her moves, her body, have sex for a couple hours, then leave. After every session he would say how wonderfully she moved and suggest she think about dancing at one of his clubs for one night only. Stephanie would always shrug and say "maybe." She knew she might give it a try, anything to keep that cock of his embedded in her until she moved. Her pussy was used to his girth now, allowing her to ride him with less discomfort.

On this Friday night, she agreed to accompany him to a club. They showered, Fat Rob picked out a short black dress for her to wear, and the headed out around 10pm.

"Dance for me," He told her, taking her out to the dance floor. Stephanie was shy at first, having never been to a club before. Fat Rob told her to pretend it was just the two of them. She did just that, dancing for him, moving and shaking her hips against his bulging crotch to the fast dance music. He loved it.

"You gotta come dance at one of the clubs I manage. They would love you," He said.

"I don't know. I'd be nervous," She replied, shouting over the loud music.

"Please? I'll pay you with this," Fat Rob said, glancing downward. Stephanie's eyes widened as she saw his cock hanging out the crotch of his pants. He had taken it out while they were dancing.

"Rob!" she exclaimed.

"Look around you. You could bend over right here and let me have that pussy and no one would notice. Have some fun before you leave." Fat Rob said.

Stephanie looked around the crowded dance floor. No one was paying attention to anyone else. Every single couple was in their own little worlds, grinding, dry humping, and dancing. She slowly turned around, looking from side to side, and slid up her dress. Once more she wasn't wearing underwear.

Then she felt it. That wonderful stretch. Fat Rob was guiding himself into her from behind. They started dancing to the music once more, except this time his cock was embedded into her pussy. Lights flashed, hip hop beats played, and Stephanie pushed thoughts of what her daughters and son would think of her as the 48 year old had sex on the dance floor with a black man.

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"We're here," Fat Rob said, putting his Escalade in park. It was the next evening and Stephanie agreed to do a quick, simple, dance on stage for Fat Rob at one of his clubs. He told her to pretend it was just her and him once more. Pretend all the men watching her weren't there.

Stephanie took the cock she had been sucking the entire way there out of her mouth and sat up in the passenger side. "Ok, I'm ready," she sighed.

Fat Rob escorted her into the club. She felt and looked slutty in a new short, light green, mini dress he had purchased for her. Somewhere in the back of her mind she liked feeling that way.

She waited back stage, making small talk with a few of the girls, after she had changed into a gimmicky, red sequined bikini. She was the oldest woman there, noticing many of the girls were in their 20s or maybe younger. It didn't bother her that much as they were all very friendly. Probably because they knew it was her first time and it was a one-night only thing. She wondered if Fat Rob brought in guests on more than one occasion.

Stephanie checked and adjusted her bangs in the mirror one last time and adjusted her bikini top, making sure her breasts wouldn't fall out too soon. She was getting very excited.

Just before she was ready to go on stage, she thought about her sister, Diane, who had done this for years. One of Diane's daughters, her niece, Sandee, became a stripper. She wasn't sure if she still danced though. It was time to go on, time for her to focus. She was ready and was actually looking forward to it.

The light was so bright, yet she found it comforting. She could barely see the audience. The music was so loud, but it didn't bother her. She couldn't hear their cat calls or comments. When her eyes finally adjusted to the light, she could see most of the men were indeed black. Swinging around the pole in a manner nowhere near as skilled as some of the other dancers, she pretended they were all hard for her, she pretended their cocks were all as big as Fat Rob's. This made her hornier and hornier by the second. She wanted to see and feel them. She wanted to confirm she was the woman causing their arousal. She started moving more and more seductively to the slow music.

Fat Rob had given her a few pointers for if she saw money land on the stage. Watching, waiting, constantly moving, she looked for money to appear - a five there, a dollar here, maybe an occasional ten, every time she saw one, she'd position herself in front of the man that planted it. Closing her eyes, getting lost in her own world, envisioning the man's erect cock waiting for her pussy to engulf it, she would dance just for him for a few moments, inches from his face.

She was naked, rolling around, sliding around, and squatting down in front of the men sitting around the stage. It was liberating. She could see why her sister loved doing it for years.

Her song was over in a few minutes. She collected her money and went back stage to find Fat Rob waiting for her. He hugged her tightly, saying how proud he was of her.

"You gotta stay in Atlanta. You're a natural at this. I need a sexy middle-age woman at a new club my employer is building. Please stay," he pleaded. She smiled and shook her head. Fat Rob led her to where her dress was.

"Ok, listen I'm going to be back here tending to some business. Go out and walk around, if you want to give private lap dance, please feel free. The only rule is that you keep whatever money you get on stage, but the private lap dances, well, the club gets a cut. Think of it as a product we sell. Alright?" Fat Rob explained.

Stephanie nodded, unable to take the smile off her face as she changed into her dress, and headed out to the floor near the bar.

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Stephanie was having an amazing time. Three hours passed since her dance on stage and she had lost count of how many men asked her for a private lap dance. Some were young, some were old, some were gentlemen, and some didn't keep them hands to their selves. Stephanie didn't care. She grinded and dry humped herself across their bulging, concealed, hard ons nearly to orgasm each time. She felt so wild and naughty.

She wondered what her recently dumped son would think of her. Of the few white people there, one happened to resemble him; she couldn't help but think of Dan as she pulled her dress up, revealing her massive tits to the guy, straddling and grinding on him. "My poor baby. Heartbroken and alone. Maybe mommy can dance for him!" She thought to herself, laughing out loud, confusing the poor guy she was grinding on.

"Oh sorry, you look a little like my son," Stephanie told him. "It's kinda funny."

"He's a lucky son then. You're really hot," he said.

"Thank you. You're sweet." Stephanie dumped her huge tits in the young guys face. She thought about taking his cock out right there and sucking it, but she didn't want to get in trouble.

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Later she was counting her money from private lap dances - $2000. She did the math. They were $40 a song, so she did 50. Fat Rob's club gets half of that. She smiled happily at earning $1000 in one evening and went off to search for Fat Rob.

She walked around backstage, but never found him. She even asked some of the dancers, the security guy, and some other employees if they had seen him - they all answered no. Stephanie started getting nervous. He was her ride home. She called him several times but no answer. She then did something very stupid - she left the club to go look for him.

Panic was overtaking her as she made her way to the Escalade. Fat Rob wasn't there. She thought about calling her son, she wasn't sure why, so she dismissed that. She thought about calling the police, but why? He was still around, but she couldn't find him. She decided to head back inside and look again.

On her way back, she passed a group of men that she didn't recognize from the club. They looked grungy, and might have been homeless, but she had no way of knowing. They followed her and when she turned around to see them slowly trailing her, the idiocy of her choice to leave the club to look for Fat Rob fully kicked in. She was wearing a tight, revealing, slutty dress - she wondered if they thought she was a prostitute. She started walking faster and faster, they matched her speed. She thought she heard one of them say "hey" or "come here" but she wasn't sure. She was panicking, cursing Fat Rob, as she walked as fast as she could, and then breaking into a light jog.

They followed her still. She looked around; one of them blew smoke into the night air and started jogging after her. Her heart racing, she rounded a corner, illuminated by street lights. In the distance she saw hope, she saw help, she saw a parked police car with an officer's silhouette inside it. The window was down. Stephanie was running toward it.

"I'm not a prostitute! I'm not a prostitute! I'm not a prostitute!" she yelled as she ran toward the officer parked inside.

"Ma'am?" He got out of his car. Stephanie nearly ran into his arms.

"Those men are chasing me," She said frantically looking over her shoulder. "I lost my ride home - "

"It's ok, it's fine," The officer said, watching the men slow their pace, some pretending to change direction and back off. "Go ahead and get in with me. I can get you home."

Stephanie nodded, making her way to the side of his car. There was something about this officer that was familiar. He was black and very tall, taller than Fat Rob, not as bulky, but appeared to be very muscular - probably spending his free time in the gym. She glanced over at his direction, watching him put on his seat belt. She smiled politely. She knew him.