When he asked me to dinner I could feel my cunt getting oh so wet. I have wanted to feel his mouth on my fat pussy for ever. All I could do was think about letting him taste the rainbow for dessert. I had been imagining how it would feel for so long now. I picked out my clothes very carefully and made sure not to wear any panties. He was always so shy and reserved around me that I knew I would have to be the aggressive one in order to get what I wanted. Imagine my surprise when at dinner I felt his hand slide up my skirt. I smiled sweetly at him because I knew he would find my hot, wet pussy and nothing to keep him from burying his fingers in it. The look on his face when he realized I wasn’t wearing panties was priceless! I was so wet that his fingers slipped inside me easily and keeping my self from moaning was a task. Just as his fingers began pumping me the waiter showed up to take our order. Placing my order while being finger fucked under the table was not easy at all. I am sure the waiter knew something was going on. As soon as he walked away I began squirming and fucking his hand back. He took his fingers out of me and told me he would stop if I didn’t sit perfectly still. How in the hell was I supposed to do that? But I nodded in agreement and he started again. He made me cum over and over again during our meal, often stopping long enough to savor the taste of me off his fingers. I could barely eat but he demanded that I did and let me know that we would not leave until every bit of my dinner was gone. He refused to let me so much as touch his cock. I couldn’t wait for him to take me home and cover my tits and face with his cum.
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More Then A Meal
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You know I have this problem with the internet lol. I have no idea why but I feel like the intent has made all of my sex fantasies come true in the most fun of ways. Everything from water sports, to BDSM. One thing that is on the ol’ erotic bucket list is being a BBW sex slave. I feel like there must be some lonely guy out there that is wanting some wild BBW sex, and has always wanted his own BBW slave. I put an ad onto the craigslist that simply stated “BBW sex slave for hire”. I described myself and then logged off. The next morning I checked my email and I had 78 messages on my ad. I was surprised and I began to sort and read through them. I came across gentlemen that said he wanted to give me to his friend at least for the night for his birthday party. That sounded like fun. That night I was ready to be the birthday boy’s sex slave. When I got there I was met outside by the friend who hired me and given my collar to wear.
He ordered me to strip and leave my clothes in the car. I had no problem with that either. I through them into the back seat along with the envelope of cash I was handed and crawled behind him though the door. Holy sausage fest, there was not one horny birthday boy but about 20! I was in shock and I gulped hard biting my lip. He ordered me to crawl over to the guys so they could examine me further. I was orderd to kiss feet, cocks and anuses. The guys shoved objects in me and themselves in me as well. For there being so many guys I had no idea who was coming and who was going. I did as I was told and was a good little sex slave whore. At one point I was tied around my back and the back of my knees folding me in half for easier penetration. I crawled around the room licking their cum off the floor and licking it clean. When I had to piss they made me go outside and piss on the lawn like a house pet. They had so much fun using me and abusing me. At the end of the night they were good sports allowing me to give them hugs and thanking them for an amazing night. When I went home I opened the envelope. It simply said surprise. No money. Damn I had been duped. I guess I should have taken care of business first but I can still cross it off the bucket list.
Breeding Phone Sex with Cordelia: Making Money off My Cherry
Everyone has a story surrounding the loss of their virginity. Many of my friends have a story vastly different from mine. Some it was on their wedding night with the man they loved. A few it was a school boyfriend. Even have a few gals who popped their cherry to a male relative. I was a breeding whore to my parents. A sexy young girl they could use for profit. My virginity was sold for $2,000 in 1964. That was lot of money at that time in rural Alabama. I needed to be a contributing member of the household. At that young age, I had nothing but my body to generate money.
My dad had no problem selling my virginity. He knew I had a premium commodity: a virgin cunt. He was a brush salesman. He went door to door selling different kinds of cleaning brushes to housewives. Although he did not make much money, he encountered many husbands who would love the chance to fuck a virgin again, especially a young one.
Daddy was a true salesmen. He missed his calling. He should have been a pimp. Not only did he get top dollar for my cherry, he made more money selling seats to watch me lose my virginity. My dad rented a big old tent, like a circus tent. There was a bed in the middle, folding chairs all around. It was kind of like a freak show. It was in the sticks of Alabama, so some folks traveled hours to see the teen girl get fucked by a man 4 times her age for the first time. I was so nervous. I had played around with some farm friends of the four legged variety before, but never had anyone or anything penetrated my pussy yet.
Hundreds of horny men off all ages paid to see me deflowered. It hurt so bad too. The guy had a massive cock. Bigger than I ever imagined was possible. There was no romance, no foreplay. Just shoved his massive cock in my tight virgin cunt and fucked me, tearing my hymen. I could see the blood on his cock as he thrust in and out of me. I could hear men slapping their meat as they watched me cry and bleed. It was over pretty quick. But daddy, always seeing $$$, offered men a chance to get some sloppy seconds for $100 a fuck. Over 20 onlookers took him up on his special. I got pregnant for the first time that day. Never have known who the father was of my first born.
I don’t regret being a breeding whore. I helped my family stay afloat in hard economic times; gained an open outlook about sex; and have a big beautiful family that plays together. Sure you only lose your virginity once. But if you can make money off of popping your cherry, go for it. You are only a virgin once, but you can be a whore the rest of your life.
Chase Me Down..
I knew I was being followed, and I sure wish I had went with my instincts to take the long way home so I could lose whoever the hell was following me. I always felt that because I’m a BBW I couldn’t be attacked, but I was scared and sure it would happen that night. Just as I hit the corner I heard foot steps and there he was standing right in front of me with his huge cock in his hand. Before I could respond he had me in his arms and was pushing his cock through my dress. I could feel how hard he was and he was holding me so tight I couldn’t resist bring a little aroused by it.
He caught a hold of my tube top when I tried to fight him off one last time and he pulled my huge tits loose. My tits flopped right out and he had fire in his eyes. He grabbed me by my hair and slung me to my knees. He stood over me with his big cock in my face and rubbed the tip all over my juicy lips. Holding my hair up he shoved his cock deep down my throat instantly chocking me. He dragged his dripping wet cock out of my mouth and got down on his knees, I was bracing my pussy for his abrupt entry. But he pushed his cock through my big tits and back up into my mouth. He was using one hand to hold my hands behind my head and the other had a tight grip on my hair, holding my head steady as he fucked my tits hard and shoved the tip of his dick in my mouth.
I was suffocating with my face buried down in my huge tits, my mouth was wide open meeting his hard pumps with my soft big lips and warm tongue. I do admit I was turned on by him forcing his big cock on my tits and letting go right on my chin and big tits. When I stood to hurry out of there I felt the wetness of my pussy dripping down my leg. I wouldn’t mind him following me again.
Granny’s Old Fashioned Vibrator
I was remembering my grandma today on her birthday. Spunky old broad, just like me. She was a sexy BBW too. And, I may add, ahead of her time sexually. She had these old fashioned wood washing machines. I thought it odd she had sort of a junk yard of them. I found out one day why, when I walked in on her in the laundry room sitting on top of her old wood washing machine as it was shaking, smoking a cigarette, with a man between her legs. The man was all tied up, could barely move. I thought she was killing him with her thunder thighs.
Grandma explained to me that some men were simply incorrigible. My granny was a dominant bitch with lots of lovers, young lovers who didn’t know how to please a woman. So, she had this procedure to break them. She tied them up, smothered them with her thick thighs and plump pussy, while getting off on the vibrations of the old wood washing machine. My granny was a squirter and she told me that the washing machine made her feel better than some men who couldn’t be bothered to eat her pussy. Different times; oral sex was not necessarily standard protocol! But my granny expected it, demanded it and if she didn’t get it, men got punished until they understood just how important licking snatch was to female pleasure. Washing machines were old fashioned vibrators to women of her generation. She would squirt all over a younger lover so he would know what her pussy could do with the right skill set!
Thanks to my progressive granny, I grew up knowing how I should be pleasured and just what to do to a man if he neglected my pussy. If a man wants me to suck his cock, which I love to do, he better go down on me too. If he doesn’t, well I will go get off on a washing machine, make him watch as a machine pleasures me more than he can, and leave him with blue balls. Apparently not all women are like me. Got to teach your boys ladies how to please you, so they can please others. My boys know how to lick pussy, because I taught them! Sex education begins at home.
Bbw phone sex whore loves abuse!
Ugh, I am in desperate need to have my hard nipples tortured and teased! There is just something about having my nipples tested to their max that really gets me going. I think I secretly love the pain; it gets me soaking wet and so ready for a cock to be in me in no time. I once had a man who had his own little torture room – I fucking loved it. He would bind my hands behind my back, tie my legs and feet far apart, and would put a huge gag-ball in my mouth. Sometimes he would blind-fold me too, and tie me up like a hog! Oh my, getting so fucking wet thinking about this? Think I’m lying? One bbw phone sex call will prove I’m not. Anyway, once he had me just the way he wanted me he started by pulling on my nipples making them rock hard. He made me squirm so much, it felt so fucking good. It was long before he put those metals clamps on my already throbbing nipples…I try to moan through the gag in my mouth. He flicks them back and forth making my pussy drip, and my nipples ache just how I want. I know that he won’t be able to wait long to put the weights on them, these make me scream a little and I know he loves that because I start feeling his hard cock pressed against my trembling ass. I hope he will fuck me soon, I can barely stand it. He likes to flick and smack my nipples and tits… it hurts like nothing else, but makes me ready to beg for more. As soon as he removes this ball gag I will beg him to fuck me…and I know he will want his cock sucked as he tugs and pulls on my nipple clamps. “You better not cum till I tell you to…” he tells me every time…
Band Camp..
Most people saw band geeks as a bad thing.
To me it was fun! I went to my very first band camp at my new school.
I was worried being a fat girl and playing the flute I wouldn’t fit in. When I got there the band teacher was sitting there working on something in his office.
He had his head phones on and just working away on what I thought would be his masterpiece.
I was watching and drooling seeing him deep into his passion thinking of what it would be like for him to be that deep inside of me.
I’d want him in each and every hole thrusting in and out of me.
I was lost in thought and didn’t notice the other students walking into class. I was on the brink of a orgasm when they interrupted him it shook me from my trance.
After band practice Mr, Jones asked me to stay and talk with him.
He told me I looked real good out there on the field and he wanted to measure me for my band uniform.
He took his time around my big breast, touching and feeling as if i wouldn’t notice.
He got to my legs.. his warm skin felt so amazing on my bare thighs as he measured them, then he measured my inseam. His hand went up my skirt and pressed against my wett pussy.
I know he felt how wett I was, I soak through my panties as he was touching my tits. He kept his hand there just rubbing back and forth.
Mr. Jones kept rubbing my pussy with his finger tips, he push my panties to the side to let my fat dripping juicy pussy lips out of my panties. He slipped a finger inside of me.. and I lost all of my composure. I melted on his hands in a instant!!