This sexy BBW was a high class call girl this weekend. It happened on accident. Honest! Friday night, I was sitting alone at a hotel bar. I was waiting on a Tinder date, but it appeared I had been stood up. I was about to pay my tab when this handsome man sat down and bought me a drink. After an hour of conversation, he asked me how much. I was confused as first. Did he mean how much did I weigh? It dawned on me that he thought I was a pro. Before I could clear up the misconception, he slipped 2,000 in my purse. I had never seen a $1,000 bill before, let alone two. I wanted to tell him no because I was not a whore, but I started thinking about all the bills I had to pay this month. What would be the harm? I would have fucked him with or without the money. He was handsome, older and screamed money. I just acted like I was a professional hooker and went to his hotel for the night. He fucked me like a BBW porn star. He made me earn my money. He fucked my ass many times, but he saved his spunk for my pussy. He kept telling me he would pay me more if I would have his little one. I don’t want brats, but I do want money, so I acted like I wasn’t on protection and told him to dump his seed deep inside my fertile womb. I spent the weekend getting spoiled and pumped full of baby batter. When I came home late last night, I thought about how hot it was to get paid for something I love to do. A man mistook me for a hooker, and I loved it. I could get used to the money quickly.