As a sexy BBW, I am very popular these days, on and off the phone. Fat is in. I am a healthy fat too. Now I know some guys are disappointed that I don’t weigh 400 pounds, but I like my curves and my big breasts. I have become accustomed to the attention my boobs bring me. Been like that since I was a school girl. I had a random encounter recently with a former teacher of mine. I recognized him because he was a major crush of mine when I was younger. “Mr. Frazier, do you remember me,” I asked coyly. He paused for a moment; glanced down at my breasts, then said, “Glenda?” He was in awe of how I had grown. I always thought he would remember me. I had the biggest boobs in school. Boys teased me and the girls were mean to me out of jealously. Now my big tits bring all the boys to my yard.
We talked a bit, caught up over coffee at Starbucks. He was married with a small army of little ones from the photos he showed me. I went for it. I told him I always had a crush on him. I explained that he was one of the few teachers that really made me feel special when other students were teasing me. I saw him shift in his seat. I was in public, but I didn’t care. We were in a corner in the back. I dropped my napkin on purpose to check out his package. He had a huge bulge in his pants. I knew it was risky giving a married man a blow job in a Starbucks, but this was 15 years in the making. I unzipped his pants and blew him. He was throbbing. Very big too. I heard him say, “Oh God” a few times. The table shook a bit, but no one seemed to notice the chubby chick blowing the man in the corner. He didn’t last long. I sat back at the table with his cum on my face. I gave him my number, friended him on Facebook and I hope very soon I get that big cock in more than just my mouth.
