BBBW Domination

Her equally beautiful Russian companion, although with pitch black hair and green eyes, and a darker, olive complexion, many people wouldn't know she was Russian if it weren't for her accent, smiled. She knew her closest friend had been eyeing the chubby Latina woman, who looked to be in her late thirties... older than most stewardesses they encountered on their many flights. "That plan didn't take long to formulate."

"It's going to be a long flight," Josefin shrugged, rarely going an entire flight without getting her pussy satisfied... sometimes by a stewardess, twice by a female pilot in the cockpit, sometimes by a fellow passenger, and when all else failed, by whoever she was flying with... almost every model she knew was either a lesbian or bisexual (a relative necessity in their business, where you often had to eat your way to the top), and almost without fail, every model would succumb to her charm with relative ease.

"Very long," Dominika agreed, knowing that once a woman was in Josefin's crosshairs, it was only a matter of time, straight or not. No one refused Josefin for long.

Dominika had dined on her best friend many times, and she knew that after a single taste, almost every girl was hooked. Josefin seemed to have pets, her term for her many lesbian submissives, at every location they went to: Tokyo, Melbourne, New York, Toronto, Milan, Venice, Paris, you name it, she could arrive and text someone, and they'd be at their hotel in less than an hour, and then dining on both of their pussies mere seconds later. It was very impressive.

Josefin, and Dominika too for that matter, each had a thing for full-figured women. Although they had their share of skinny waifs while they were at work and on location, either of them could snap her fingers and instantly have a hot model devouring her pussy, but when they were abroad or on the hunt, they both preferred larger women.

Married women.

Women with big tits.

Women with big asses.

Women who were usually lost in their boring, stagnant lives and looking for some adventure... even if they didn't know it yet.

"Well, this will help pass the time," Josefin smiled, as she stood up and sauntered, that's the only way to describe her walk, to the stewardess, who had just completed her initial rounds with the handful of first-class passengers.

Cassandra loved working first class; admittedly the passengers were often super high maintenance, but there were almost never any kids, and with only eight seats, she had to deal with much less of everything. She loved the red-eye flights even better, because the passengers usually fell asleep, giving her a leisurely chance to relax and read.

She was startled when one of her four first class passengers, these flights across the Atlantic were so expensive that first class often remained empty or nearly so, tapped her shoulder.

Dominika looked on with awe. She was often gifted these new pets after they'd finished dining on Josefin, and she could use a nice orgasm before donning her sleep mask and popping her sleeping pill.

Fifteen minutes later, the other two first class passengers already asleep, Cassandra, who had only once before allowed a passenger to seduce her, and he'd been a pretty famous celebrity back when she was a lot younger and single, was now on her knees and licking her first pussy since college. Ten minutes after that, and she was licking her second pussy since college, having been ordered by the blonde seductress she just couldn't refuse anything, to service, yes that was the exact word she'd used, her friend.

Cassandra couldn't believe she was doing this, placing her career on the line, and also cheating on her husband, but there was something so hypnotic about the blonde that she just couldn't say no, and then she'd been on her knees licking the woman's shaved pussy before she could even process what had happened.

After both models had received their orgasms, they put on their sleep masks and drifted off to sleep, while the stewardess, the aftertaste of pussy juice still in her mouth, struggled to process why she'd just done that.

The only thing that surprised Cassandra more than what she'd done early in the flight, was that while the two beauties were leaving the plane, she ended up giving the blonde her phone number, hoping the next time she was in Stockholm she'd ring her up. She couldn't explain it, but she was already craving to eat that pussy again.

The models arrived at their luxury suite and crashed, not waking up until almost 3PM. Refreshed, they were both ready for a night of drinking, partying, and seducing some innocent girls or women. Ones who were properly large, this time.

.....

"Tonight, we get you fucked," Joanne said bluntly, as they lingered at a table in the hotel lounge sharing another bottle of wine.

"All we need is a genie bottle to rub and get me three wishes," Janice joked, a couple days into the trip.

"Oh, that would be amazing," Joanne said. "I'd wish for unlimited money, my figure when I was eighteen, and a twelve-inch man-slave."

Janice did what she always did when she had these chats with her sister, she sighed.

"What about you? What would you ask for?" Joanne asked, and then sighed herself. "I know, you'd fucking wish for world peace, wouldn't you?"

"Maybe. But first I'd wish to have Baker back," Janice answered, then looked sad.

"Ohhh, that's hard to argue against," Joanne said, feeling a little sad for her sister. Baker's death had come as a shock and completely out of nowhere, and it had really taken a toll on her sister... which was why this trip had been a must. "I'm so sorry, Janice."

Janice had tears beginning to form as she said steadfastly, "It's okay, it was all part of God's plan."

"Fuck that," the far less religious Joanne said. "It was bullshit. Assholes like Harvey Weinstein are still alive, and God takes Baker away from us? Give me a break."

"He's in a better place," Janice said, really believing that, although she had to admit her unconditional faith in God had been in question ever since his passing.

"I hope you're right," Joanne replied, not sure if she believed in heaven and the afterlife, but hoping for her sister's sake it was true.

Across the room, Josefin and Dominika were sipping cocktails and watching the two big, beautiful black women.

"You think they are sisters?" Dominika asked.

"Oooooh, that would be delicious fun," Josefin smiled, reminiscing about her last incest seduction. A mother and daughter they'd met at a show in London. She'd watched them in a 69 while she ass fucked the mother.

"You and your incest fetish," Dominika said, that kink not being one that turned her on for its own sake, but watching relatives do something sexual with each other simply because they wanted to please Josefin, was always hot. She recalled another pair of women... two sisters... who kissed each other and giggled at doing something so naughty... and soon were convinced into a 69 with each other... and then Josefin and she had used strap-ons to double team them.

For Josefin, it was always the kinkier the hotter. "What? I'm just fond of bringing loving families closer together."

"Yeah, yeah," Dominika laughed, "that's right, you're completely altruistic," knowing that tonight's targets were already decided upon.

"You love it too," Josefin said.

"I don't hate it," Dominika smiled as she sipped her drink, wondering if those two women had any clue what was about to happen to them.

"Baker's passing is all the more reason for us to live life to its fullest," Joanne was saying, needing to fend off Janice's sudden depression.

"I guess," Janice said, still with Baker haunting her mind.

"What would he tell you to do?" Joanne asked, wondering why she'd never asked that pertinent question before.

"To move on and live my life," Janice said after a brief reflection. Baker had been an amazing man, and truth be told, if he was up in heaven looking down right now, he'd be very disappointed in her.

"Exactly," Joanne said, building on this. "And tonight we need to really live."

"What does really living even mean?" Janice asked, almost afraid of the answer.

"Just to let the night take us wherever it leads," Joanne said tactfully, instead of spouting her usual blunt 'big dick theory'. Her unthinking tact was partly because she was distracted by a tall blonde woman who'd just walked past them. Joanne couldn't help but turn and watch this white beauty.

"Is that woman where the night will be taking you?" Janice teased, seeing her sister's gaze following a woman going into the washroom. Janice only saw her from behind, but she was blonde, tall, and assumedly young. And who wears five-inch heels with pantyhose in this heat?

"Nothing is off the table," Joanne said, having been reading a lot of online erotica and watching a lot of porn in the past week... all of it lesbian. She was particularly drawn to black women being dominated by white women... which she had discovered is rare and hard to find. Most of the domination porn online, whether erotica or video, seemed to be white women succumbing to black women. It was like the historic racial hierarchy had been completely flipped upside down, not that it was a bad thing, unless you happened to be a black submissive.

"Oooooh, my big sister wants to eat some pussy," Janice teased, enjoying suddenly being the one doing the teasing.

"Maybe I do at that," Joanne agreed, hoping the opportunity to explore her sudden same sex curiosity might appear right here at this resort.

"White pussy?" Janice asked with a smirk. Clearly she was drunker than she thought. Although that made sense, since they'd been drinking since eleven this morning, and it was now eight.

"I bet you'd love some white twat too," Joanne said, resuming control of the conversation.

"Gross," Janice said, even though the idea was less disturbing than it would have been in the past. Truth was, ever since her sister had mentioned it last week, she couldn't get the idea out of her head. She had even read some online lesbian erotica and watched some lesbian porn and... masturbated probably for the first time in two years.

"I bet you'd enjoy dining on some fresh homemade fish?" Joanne asked, turning the focal point of the conversation around completely, like she always did.

"God, no," Janice said, although she wondered if it actually did taste like fish.

"Well, perhaps you'll have the opposite answer by tomorrow morning," Joanne said.

"She's coming," Janice reported, as she now could see the blonde from the front, and she couldn't help but stare, as she was looking at easily one of the prettiest, if not the very prettiest girl she'd ever seen.

"How can you tell?" Joanne teased, twisting Janice's sentence like she often did when the opportunity presented itself... from innocent to naughty.

"You're so bad," Janice said, looking away as she approached so as not to make it obvious she was staring at this younger white girl.

As the stunning girl passed their table, Joanne didn't speak, she was too busy admiring the blonde from behind, her slim, tall figure the complete opposite of hers. She did, however, notice her sister turning to look too. Once the woman sat back down with another young woman, Joanne teased, "Maybe you need some pussy instead of cock."

"Me? You're the one who really needs to get laid," Janice retorted, not becoming a lesbian just because of one pretty girl, but indeed in awe of such beauty.

"We both do," Joanne corrected her.

"I could use some dick, yes," Janice admitted, wanting to make it clear she wasn't interested in hooking up with a woman.

"Sure, sure," Joanne smiled, as she glanced over at the two beautiful women.

"You, on the either hand..." Janice teased.

"I'll take either," Joanne shrugged, quite horny herself. She had expected this vacation to be full of sexual potential, yet so far, the dry well of the past while had remained dry.

"I bet you would," Janice smirked.

"I bet you would too," Joanne said.

"I'm sausage only," Janice said playfully, "you know I've never liked fish."

"Well, you've been eating minnows your whole life," Joanne said, not realizing her simile made no sense.

"How does that even relate?" Janice asked.

"You need like a shark, or maybe even a whale," Joanne elaborated, still oblivious to how she was making no sense.

"But those are fish," Janice said; then added, "actually, whales aren't fish at all, they're warm-blooded mammals."

"What are you talking about?" Joanne said, confused by her sister.

"I don't even know anymore," Janice sighed.

Meanwhile Josefin was saying, "Those two are ripe for the picking."

"The one furthest away turned and watched you the entire way to the washroom," Dominika pointed out.

"Of course she did," Josefin said, well used to that happening, regardless of someone's gender. Her facial beauty and her body had the same impact on men and women alike, she had discovered... and even on straight women and gay men. It was both the curse and the blessing of her life. Many people wouldn't understand the curse, but she was typically judged solely on her looks, everyone assuming she was looks only, and vapid behind her outward appearance. Truth was, she was actually very smart. Had graduated with honours in high school and was excelling in university, although she was doing it online because of her busy modeling schedule. Of course, she often used people's stereotypical judging to manipulate them ruthlessly. On the other hand, blonde girl jokes were her pet peeve... she had once halted a guy from fucking her right in the middle of the act when he made a blonde comment, not even a joke.

"So, what is the game plan this time?" Dominika asked, in awe of Josefin's wide range of seduction strategies. Sometimes she was blunt and aggressive, other times she was sly and smooth, and occasionally even timid and shy if she judged that approach most effective. (But of course once the sex actually began, she was always in complete charge.)

"Well, they're almost out of wine," Josefin said, as she waved the waitress over and ordered the two BBBW's two martinis, as well as ones for herself and Dominika.

"So, they likely already have some liquid courage," Dominika surmised.

"It does help," Josefin said, already imagining playing with those big tits and maybe even fucking those big booties. She just loved seeing big fat tits bouncing around in all directions, unlike her own tiny breasts... and she liked slamming into big fat asses.

"It doesn't hurt," Dominika agreed, wondering if they would each go after one girl, or tag team them. She preferred letting Josefin do most of the hard work while getting an equal reward, but the choice wasn't often up to her.

"I think tonight we'll use all the toys we brought along," Josefin said.

"The security dude seemed pretty much in awe of the strap-on you had in your carry on," Dominika laughed, recalling the guy literally gaping at the ten-inch strap-on, and for about half a minute totally at a loss for words..

"After our luggage got lost in Tokyo that time, I never leave the ground without it," Josefin said.

"Now there is the American Express commercial crying out to be made," Dominika laughed.

Back at the other table, "We should get some dessert," Janice suggested, always leaving room for dessert.

"That's a great idea," Joanne said, even though both of them should probably skip desserts.

"Cheesecake?"

"Definitely," Joanne agreed, never saying no to cheesecake, and thinking this might end up being the only treat she'd have tonight.

Just as they both looked around to see where their waitress was, another waitress walked over with two martinis on a tray.

"These are for you two," the waitress said, not used to giving drinks from one pair of women to another, especially when these two sets of women were polar opposites. She'd have thought it would be these chubby middle-aged black women solicitously sending drinks to the skinny young white women.

"Oh, my," Joanne smiled, this instantly rising her spirits. She looked around the room to see which guys had sent the drinks over.

Janice said to the waitress, "Thank you."

Joanne asked, as she didn't see any men looking their way, which was usually the next step, "And who should we thank for these?"

The waitress pointed, "The two women sitting in the back over there."

"Oh my," Joanne said again, getting an instant rush of adrenaline at seeing it was the hot young girls. Impossible, too good to be true!

"You sure?" Janice asked, unable to fathom why two girls who could easily get any man here, and likely most women, would be going out of their way to buy them drinks.

"I am," she smiled, not surprised to see the women were as shocked as she was. "I received their instructions personally."

"Oh," was all Janice could say.

"Please tell them thank you very much," Joanne instructed, as she looked over at the two beautiful women and gave them a thank you wave.

"I shall," the waitress said, before turning and walking away.

Josefin just returned a smile.

Dominika did the same.

The key was not to look too eager.

Josefin said, "I've never had two BBW's before."

"Actually, I believe the most current term is BBBW, when they're of colour. But your not having had two is hard to believe," Dominika replied, thinking that for a woman of only twenty-one, her friend had already fucked and seduced a lot of men and women.

"Time to change that," the blonde beauty said, downing her drink.

"I'm game," Dominika said, always up for whatever Josefin had in mind.

"You take the one looking our way," Josefin said, "I'll take the shy one."

"How can you know she is the shy one?" Dominika asked.

"Experience," Josefin said, as she began to slide out from the table.

"We need to go," Janice said, suddenly very uncomfortable.

"Why?" Joanne asked, "we have drinks to drink."

"Because we're not lesbians," Janice pointed out the obvious, aware that her sister had indeed talked about perhaps exploring her same-sex curiosity, but she assumed that was all talk.

"Well, I doubt they are, either," Joanne said, assuming they were bi, since it was 2020, and if you were young and female, it was the in thing.

"Then why would they buy us drinks?" Janice asked.

"To be generous," Joanne answered, although as she glanced over at the two women again, she saw they were standing up.

"You think?" Janice asked, never having had a woman buy her a drink before. Except Joanne, of course.

"I guess we'll find out very soon," Joanne said, her long-neglected pussy getting a little excited as the two ridiculously pretty girls, both in five-inch heels, both in pantyhose, which made no sense in this climate, sauntered towards them.

"What do you mean?" Janice asked, as she looked around, saw the two girls walking their way, accidentally made eye contact, flushed, and brought her head back around just as quickly. "Oh my God, they're coming this way!"

"Relax, they're just coming to chat, not propose marriage," Joanne said, as she wondered where this might go. Although she could see them eyeing her up in the way men on the prowl had looked at her in the past, it seemed unlikely for two women who were polar opposites in every possible way, to be interested in them sexually.

Janice was paralyzed with indecision, both mentally and physically, as the two beautiful women arrived and stood before them.

"May we join you?" Josefin asked, her heavy Swedish accent on display, which made both men and women melt, and only enhanced her sexual persona.

"Please do," Joanne acquiesced, sliding over to make space for one of them to sit beside her.

"Thank you very much," Dominika said, her heavy Russian accent as sexy as her friend's, as she seated herself beside her BBBW prey.