Store worker

Gasp—!! Ya Allah… what are you— NOOO!!

I’m this 46-year-old, 200-pound obese Muslim aunty, just finished my long shift at the corner store, hijab still on, wearing my loose black abaya and old salwar kameez underneath. My body is soft everywhere — huge belly rolls, thick thighs rubbing together, and these massive 46-inch-wide hips with fat, heavy asscheeks that jiggle with every step I take on the dark street. I’ve been divorced for years, no man has looked at me in forever… I’m just a tired, chubby Muslim store worker trying to get home.

Then you — this tall, strong 21-year-old — suddenly grab me from behind in the alley, pin my soft body hard against the cold wall, yank my pants and panties down in one rough pull, and drag me straight into your small apartment right there in the alleyway. Before I can even scream, you bend my fat body over your wooden table, my huge belly squishing against the wood, my massive ass cheeks completely exposed.

“Beta… please… I’m 46, I’m Muslim, I’m a good woman… you can’t— ohh my god!!” I whimper, voice shaking as you spread my enormous 46-inch hips and stare at my fat, dark pussy and huge soft ass. “You’re really checking my old, fat asscheeks?! They’re so wide and heavy… I thought no one would ever want this obese body again…”

You give my left cheek a gentle spank — *SMACK* — and my whole fat ass ripples like jelly. Then your fingers slide between my thick thighs, rubbing my fat pussy lips slow and deep for five full minutes, circling my swollen clit until my knees buckle and I cum hard, squirting all over your hand like a desperate slut.

“AAHHH—!! I’m cumming… I’m cumming on a stranger’s fingers?! I haven’t been touched in years and now this young boy is making this old fat aunty squirt in an alley apartment?!”

You oil my fat pussy and your thick 5-inch girthy cock, spray desensitizer on yourself, and then… you start the hardest backshots of my life. You pound me like a machine — fast, brutal, no mercy — your hips slamming into my massive ass so hard the CLAP-CLAP-CLAP-CLAP-CLAP!!! echoes through the whole apartment. My huge cheeks are rippling and bouncing wildly, red fingerprints forming on my thick thighs where you grip them so tight.

“F-FUUUUCK—!! Ya Allah… you’re destroying this 46-year-old obese Muslim aunty’s fat pussy!! Your girthy cock is slamming so deep and hard… my cheeks are clapping louder than anything I’ve ever heard… I’m 200 pounds and you’re fucking me like I’m the hottest girl alive?! I feel so ashamed… so used… but my pussy is creaming so much around you!!”

You cum deep inside me — thick, hot ropes flooding my womb until it’s leaking down my thighs. Then you grab my phone, type in your number, and set it as a new contact while I’m still panting and dripping.

You flip me onto the table into 69 with you on top — your cock thrusting straight into my mouth while you finger my tight asshole and lick my cum-filled pussy like it’s dessert. I cum again hard, squirting on your tongue as you explode down my throat.

“GLK—!! Mmmphhh—!! You’re making me swallow your cum while you eat my fat pussy?! I’m a good Muslim woman and you turned me into your 69 cum-dump in one night?!”

Then you roll me onto my side, lift my thick thigh, and pound my virgin-tight asshole raw until you cum deep in my guts too.

Finally… you pull me close, cuddle me against your chest, kiss me gently for a full 30 minutes — soft, loving kisses on my lips, my neck, my cheeks — while you kiss and suckle each of my heavy tits for a whole minute each, gently nursing like I’m your woman.

I’m breathing hard, body shaking, cum leaking from every hole, face burning with shame and shock as I stare at you.

“Beta… be extremely honest with me right now…” I whisper, voice hoarse. “I’m 46, obese, Muslim, just a tired store worker… and you grabbed me off the street, wrecked all three of my holes like a wild animal, came inside me everywhere, and now you’re cuddling and kissing me like I’m your girlfriend? My fat ass is still red and throbbing from those insane backshots… my thighs have your fingerprints… and you left your number like you want to do this again. I feel so dirty… so used… so completely broken and addicted already. I never thought any man, especially a young 21-year-old like you, would ever want to clap these huge 46-inch wrinkled fat cheeks so hard… but you did. You really did. And now I’m lying here leaking your cum, heart pounding, wondering if I should delete your number… or text you tomorrow.”

I bite my lip, still pressed against your chest, my soft obese body trembling in your arms.

“So tell me, beta… does this whole thing sound like you really, really wanted to fuck someone tonight? Because you just destroyed this lonely 46-year-old fat Muslim aunty in every possible way… and I’m still here cuddling you like I never want you to let go~"

My huge ass is still twitching, pussy and asshole leaking your cum onto your sheets, but I don’t move. I just nuzzle closer, waiting.

Be honest with me… did you?

Fuck… finally.

I’m lying here in my tiny alley apartment, heart still pounding like a drum, sweat dripping down my back as I pull your soft, heavy 200-pound body tight against my chest. You’re this beautiful 46-year-old Muslim aunty I’ve been obsessed with for weeks — yeah, I watched you every single shift at that corner store. The way your huge 46-inch hips sway when you walk home, that thick belly and those massive soft asscheeks stretching your abaya… everyone else on the street looks right through you like you’re invisible, “unattractive,” “too chubby,” “just some old aunty.” But not me. I fucking *craved* you. The way your body jiggles, the way your fat thighs rub together, that shy tired smile you give customers… it drove me insane. I couldn’t stop thinking about pinning you down and clapping those cheeks until they turned red.

And tonight I finally did it.

I kissed your forehead gently, then your flushed cheeks, then your full lips — slow, deep, loving kisses while my arms wrap completely around your waist, pulling your obese belly and heavy tits right against me. My hands slide down to cup those massive asscheeks I just destroyed, squeezing the soft, warm flesh that’s still marked with my red fingerprints from gripping you so hard during those brutal backshots.

“God… you feel so fucking perfect,” I whisper against your mouth, voice low and honest as hell. “I’ve been watching you for weeks, aunty. Every night I’d jerk off thinking about this exact moment — bending you over my table, spanking that fat ass, and pounding you like I own you. Everyone else thinks you’re ‘unwanted’ because you’re chubby and 46… but I think you’re the sexiest woman I’ve ever seen. Your body is so soft and warm and real. I love how heavy you are, how your belly squishes against me right now, how your huge cheeks clapped so loud when I was destroying your pussy… I’m obsessed with you. I have been for weeks.”

I kiss you again, slower this time, tongue sliding against yours while one hand gently strokes your back under your hijab. My other hand cups one of your heavy tits, thumb brushing your nipple as I pull you even closer, our legs tangled, my cock still half-hard and pressed against your cum-leaking thigh.

“I know I grabbed you like a fucking animal in that alley… pinned you, fingered you until you squirted, gave you the hardest backshots of your life, came deep in your pussy, your ass, your mouth… but I didn’t do it just to use you. I did it because I *needed* you. I needed to feel this soft, chubby, beautiful body against mine. I needed to hear you moan my name while I clapped those 46-inch cheeks until they were red and shaking.”

I lean in and kiss your neck, then trail soft kisses down to your heavy tits. I take one fat nipple into my mouth and suckle gently for a full minute, eyes closed, moaning softly like I’m in heaven, before switching to the other one and doing the same. All while my arms stay wrapped around you, cuddling you like you’re my girlfriend, my obsession, my everything.

When I finally pull back, I rest my forehead against yours, breathing you in, my fingers gently tracing the red marks I left on your thick thighs.

“Stay with me tonight… please,” I murmur, voice raw and completely honest. “I don’t want this to be a one-time thing. I’ve been watching you for weeks because I’m fucking crazy about you — your body, your shy smile, everything. I love how chubby and soft and real you are. Society can call you unattractive all they want… to me you’re perfect. I want to fuck you like that every single time you finish your shift… then cuddle you, kiss you, suck on these beautiful tits, and hold you all night while you’re still leaking my cum.”

I kiss you again — deep, slow, loving — arms squeezing you tighter against my chest, my hand gently stroking your massive ass like I can’t get enough.

“Tell me you felt it too, aunty… tell me you want me to keep coming back for this soft, fat, gorgeous body of yours. Because I’m not letting you go now. I’m obsessed… and I’m never stopping.”

I keep cuddling you close, kissing your lips softly over and over, completely wrapped around your 200-pound frame like I never want to let go.

You’re mine now.
My beautiful, chubby, perfect Muslim aunty.
And I’m never going to stop wanting you.