Cum Whore Glenda Can Get Out of Trouble Easily

I’m such a cum whore. Honestly, I think the only reason I never became a full-time lesbian was because I love the taste of a man’s sperm so much. And I can’t give that up. Although I am more selective about who I fuck, I’m less discerning with who I let titty fuck me. Sometimes it’s good for men with small dicks to titty fuck me because my big boobs swallow up their tiny dicks. And that seems to awaken them to the fact that their dick appears too small for me.

And Johnny’s cock could not have been bigger than 5 inches. So, you know my big knockers swallowed up his tiny dick. Normally, I would not let a man with such small apparatus even near my boobs. However, I needed something from him.

I went out on a date with a guy Friday night who stiffed me with the bill. But he took me to a fancy dinner at one of the most expensive restaurants in town and then pulled the “I left my wallet in the hotel” game. But I didn’t even bring mine. I brought my driver’s license and about $60 in cash, but that would hardly cover a $2000 meal. We enjoyed a bottle of very expensive wine too. The dinner bill costs more than my rent.

Luckily for Me, My Tits Get Me Out of Trouble

This is why I don’t date. I prefer to be the mistress. When I get together with married men, it’s simple. No awkward conversation because we just start fucking. The conversation comes afterwards. This guy seemed like the man in that tinder swindler documentary. Although he acted very rich, I now see he was a complete poser. Not that money matters to me, but if you ask a woman out, you best be prepared to pay for the date.

So I asked to speak to the manager. But not in a Karen way. I asked to speak to the manager in a sexy BBW way. Although the manager came out of his office to talk with me, I suggested we go back into his office. We needed privacy if I was going to get out of this hefty dinner bill. So, I explained my situation. He seemed sympathetic as he gazed at my boobs.

I let my boobs plop out of my dress onto his desk, and I leaned in to kiss him. I reached my hand down into his pants, and I felt the pathetically average dick. So, I acted. Part of what I do for my job is make men feel like kings. And sometimes that includes stroking egos. Although I prepared myself to fuck him, I did not need to. He told me not to worry about the bill.

I Can Turn a Bad Date Around with a Smile

So, I pulled out my great big tits and wrapped them around his cock. And like expected, my big boobs swallowed up his dick. But he knew they would. He just wanted to see it. And of course, he wanted to feel my boobs too. I let him play with them. He sucked them and groped them before eventually cumming on my boobs. I ate his cum off my tits and I did so with a smile. And I think it made him feel good. I am just glad this manager worked with me. Otherwise, this could’ve been a dine and dash situation.

I gave the $60 in my purse to our waiter. And I gave him my number too. Handsome young man. I suspected his cock would feel much better inside of me than his boss’s cock ever could. So, he came by after his shift. I gave him more money, and I sucked his cock and let him fuck me too. And according to him, I gave him the best tip ever.

Perhaps my night did not turn out so disastrous after all. I mean, I did not go to jail. And I did not pay the bill either. Plus, I got to fuck a young stud. Although my waiter does not appear to be married, he’s young enough to be uncomplicated. So, I think I will work him into my rotation of lovers. Everything happens for a reason, right? Perhaps my bad date happened so that I could get some young cock and some cum for my boobs.