As a sexy BBW, I am not at a loss for men to fuck. However, I am obsessed with squirting videos. I assumed forever that what I saw was a girl pissing, or somehow the movie was enhanced. I had never squirted, so I thought it was urban legend. A friend told me she squirts. Informed me it just takes a big cock and the right position to make any pussy gush girl goo everywhere; so I started fucking tall men and black men hoping to find just the right sized cock to hit my G spot. My plump pussy was fucked by a slew of big cocks. Still no squirting. I gave up hope of ever cumming that hard. That was until one of my chubby phone sex lovers told me on a call how to make myself squirt. I listened intently to his directions. He even had me put myself on speaker phone so I could be hands free to play with my plump pussy the way he instructed. I had a curved dildo; I just didn’t realize it was a G spot dildo. I got down on all fours with my pussy tilted upwards. I inserted the curved part up and tilted it inside my pussy so it would massage my G spot. I listened to him talk about fucking my hot ass in that position as I squirted my very first load of girl juice all over the living room floor. I was screaming like a banshee I was feeling so good. A huge puddle was underneath me. I was dripping wet like after a shower. I didn’t stop with the first jet blast. I just kept working my new best friend deeper into my warm wet hole until no more juice sprayed the walls. It was a body rocking, earth shaking cum. I haven’t given up finding the right dick to hit my special spot, but until then, I am never leaving the house!
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Squirting Sex with a Sexy BBW
Quickie in the Kitchen
A big girls comfort zone is in the kitchen. That is just a given. So when he came home to find me cooking dinner in nothing but my panties he could not resist but to hoist me up on the counter top and rip my panties off. He spread my legs wide open and buried his face smack dab into my plump bald pussy. Biting my clit between his lips as he flicked it with his tongue had me arching my back screaming out loud. I wanted to taste some sausage and not the kind I had cooking on the stove. So I hopped down off the counter and dropped to my knees ripping his pants down letting that big polish sausage hit my right in my face. I gripped it with my hand squeezing it firmly in my hand as I began to devour it. Wrapping my lips around him sucking his shaft deep into my throat. I could feel him sliding further and further into my throat and suddenly I began to gag. He must have liked the way my throat felt chocking his cock because the next thing I felt was a warm rush shooting down my throat. He quickly picked me up off his dick and bent me over the table and started pounding my pussy while he reached around and played with my swollen clit. It wasn’t long before I came like a river all over his cock. Now that is what I call an appetizer.
No Good Son Of A Bitch
A while back I had myself a husband, and he was an all account bastard. A mean son of a bitch that was constantly putting me down about my weight. For a long time I was ashamed about my plump body. But then I decided to stop being a victim and celebrate my curvaceous body. I planned my revenge too. I waited until the bastard left for work and went out to a fat friendly club where I picked out a few tasty morsels to take home with me for some fun. In our marriage bed, I undressed those men and stripped down to my pelt and hopped in with them. We had an assortment of sweet things to nibble on and we took turns smearing frosting all over our bodies and licking it off in the most sexy way possible.
It felt so good to have those hungry, demanding mouths on my skin, slurping up sugary goodness off of my titties and pussy. We rolled around in the sheets, both my hungry holes gobbling up their hard, throbbing cocks. We focused on a rhythm that made the bed shake, me screaming in pleasure, when the door opened. In walks Captain Shit, King of Turd Mountain. Let’s say he was NOT happy to see his demure wife slutting it up with two young studs drilling into her. I got my divorce the next month and have been a fatabulous woman ever since.
Sexy BBW Says Make Me Your BBW Sex Slave
This sexy BBW wanted to be a BBW sex slave. Be careful what you ask for, however. I found out the hard way that being a sex slave is hard work. I placed an ad on Fet Life that I was looking to explore the world of S and M. I saw Fifty Shades of Gray like every other woman in America. It intrigued me. I don’t consider myself submissive or dominant, just equal I guess. But, the thought of giving up power and control to a man turned me on. I started an online relationship with Hank. We exchanged pictures, got to know one enough before we agreed to meet.
He wrote “Whore” on my forehead and fat pig on my ass. He humiliated me for hours before fucking me. No romance, no tenderness. He force fucked my ass while degrading me. I was blindfolded, gagged and bound while he fucked and fisted my fat fuck holes. After he came inside me, he made me push out his cum and lick it up while oinking like a pig. I was his slave. I couldn’t cum. I was denied food and water. I had to pee in a cup. He degraded me, came on me and whipped me all weekend. When he was done with me, he tossed me my clothes and cab money. It was far from Fifty Shades of Gray, but I think I liked being his captive slave for the weekend.
Sexy Phone Chat With A Kinky BBW
Big, beautiful and wet. That is how I describe myself.
Spring is the best time of the year for a kinky BBW and her fetishes. Sexy phone chat encompasses all the sites, sounds and bounties that spring has to offer.
After a long, cold winter and masturbating with cold plastic toys, spring brings the planting of crops that provide warm and living toys that serve double duty.
I love going to the market and strolling through the produce department. My pussy wet and wanting to feel the fruits and vegetables before me deep inside me. Covered in my creamy juices. Bringing me erotic pleasure.
I stand there surrounded by strangers caressing the produce and imagining every imperfection of the surface and what those imperfections will feel like inside my velvety walls. My nipples hard with desire, my pussy aching to get them home.
Each of my purchases are carefully selected for both physical pleasure and the joy I will get from eating them after I am done.
Once covered in my special sauce, I prepare them with love. Occasionally I will dine on them alone however more times then not I share my feast with others.
Watching them enjoy the meal before them. Hearing them tell me how good it is. Knowing that they have no idea what is making the meal taste just a little different then any they have ever eaten.
It becomes an erotic and kinky experience of it’s own and I feel myself cumming again with out any physical stimulation.
It is a unique fetish and one that I cherish until winter is upon us once more and I am back to my generic toys that are so cold and impersonal. Longing for spring to bring back my favorite toys that allow me to play my special game of pleasure. 
Sexy phone chat with Ashley
I know these big fat titties makes your cock rock hard. You want to lick and suck each one of the giant tits! I love it when you stick your big thick cock deep inside of my cunt. I am a dirty chubby whore and I love having all of my holes fucked! My plump and juicy pussy can take every inch of your big thick cock! I am looking for a man with a great big cock who hasn’t fucked a big girl before! If you think these skinny whore can fuck you the right way you are crazy! My big bouncy titties will make your cock throb as I fucking ride you! I beg for you to fuck me as hard as you can! Please fuck this big chubby whore!
Dirtiest 2 Girl Phone Sex
“Summer, Summer Summer…Little Summer from youngonesphonesex.com is it?” I hear you’re here to play, a little roleplay never hurt anyway… supposedly. Let’s just imagine this… You and a million other little brats running around. All in the disgusting orphanage I own – and never take care of either. I am mean to all the little brats running about, and the most brutal with you … for some unknown reason. Your hate for me grows every day and all you want to do is give me what I really deserve. When will someone stand up to me, this evil villain? I am the kind of pompous woman that I don’t even fear being taken over by the little ones that I am supposed to be taking care of! I spend all their money on the things I want and make sure those little shits miss a meal or two. I suppose last night was enough though… Summer decided she wanted to be a hero finally and shut down all possibilities of me tormenting these little parentless freaks again. I was simply undressing for bed, my door was locked but as I was taking off my shirt I heard it unlock and low and behold guess who was standing there? So tiny and small, I wanted to smash her face in for coming into my room! She tried to talk at first but I interrupted her and told her she was no longer welcome in my establishment and laughed right in her cute face and told that bitch to go. She did nothing of the sort though; testing my patience and anger…right before she…
Bad Girl
Everyone loves a hero…no one wants to be the bad guy. Except me. I love being the bad guy, I love being the mean bitch who thinks she’s better than everyone else…and I love the consequences that come with being the bad guy. Who doesn’t love humiliation? I know that it’s my favorite part of getting what I deserve, getting what I had coming to me for being the bad and evil mean bitch I’ve been. It doesn’t matter who I’ve been tormenting…as long as they rise up and give me the justice I deserve. May I be bent over in my fishnet stocking taking a vegtable up my ass, or feeling my cheeks jiggle as an egg is cracked in the middle…regardless that’s what I want. Through my screams and begging, you can’t hear a thing…only the muffled whimpering. It did make me wet, it made me so wet. I was a bitch, the hero’s bitch and I loved it. I’d been a bad girl.
Breeding Phone Sex
The phone rings. From the first hello my heart beats faster and my nipples start to tingle. The sound of your voice sends every nerve in my body into sensory overload. I can feel my pussy contracting and the moisture is building. Both of our breathing is becoming labored and the sexual connection is undeniable. Then the call changes from all of our other calls. You tell me how much you would love for me to have your baby. How you think that I would be the perfect breeding whore. You want me to be yours forever. You want to keep me barefoot and pregnant. I hear you jerking off hard as you tell me how much you would love to see my voluptuous body swell with the seed you planted. How you would love to suckle my milk filled tits. I am about to explode. It ‘s our first breeding phone sex call and it is driving me crazy. The tables have turned and instead of me keeping you on the edge. Instead of me being in control of our call, you have taken the reigns. It is so hot baby!
Fat Lard
I was just trying on clothes…just seeing what my sexy bbw body could fit. I put on my favorite pair of fishnets and was bent over putting on a pair of heels when my closet door opened. I could see behind me that it was my stupid cunt of a maid. She had the audacity to walk in there with me trying on clothes?! Doesn’t this black bitch know any better? Hmm, I guess not! I whirled around pissed off she was so blatantly disrespecting my privacy, ready to put this bitch in her place. I told her she was worthless and she was fired. Instead of bursting into tears and running off crying as I wanted and expected, she mouthed off to me. Called me a FAT lard! Naturally, a cat fight started. I won’t put up with ANYONE talking to me like that. However, this tiny black bitch was stronger than I anticipated and before I knew it I was on the floor knocked down and helpless. She took advantage of this and shook my ass, calling me fat and telling me to admit it. She was far from done though… I was in that closet for hours being put in my place. I got to taste her ass on a pair of my panties, my butt was covered in eggs with one of my high heels sticking out. She’d even written “Fat Lard” in lipstick on my ass. I really was pathetic, and she truly did get the best of me…









He was older than me, but that was fine. Older men are sexy. In a very Christian Gray manner, he wined and dined me at one of the finest restaurants in town. I felt like a princess. He paid for a salon day and a new dress. I thought this was really not that bad of a lifestyle. That was before we got back to his place. The moment I walked into his home, his demeanor changed. He pushed me against the foyer wall, ripped my $300 dress from my body and slapped my face. “You belong to me bitch,” he purred in my ear as he shoved a few fingers up my cunt. He dragged me into the bedroom which looked more like a dungeon. He put a spider gag in my mouth, restrained my feet and hands. I was strung up by some contraption and suspended over his bed so he could whip me.








