So I had to go to the bank, and I knew things were going wrong before I got there because I could feel my nipple at least one and then later two rubbing against my sweatshirt. Of course I did wear my stupidest of all bras, it was a gift from that couple and I have been missing him, and our play, but still I realized I had put on weight when I couldn’t fit in it and was bouncing out of the top.
The young Chinese man that helped me, didn’t help things as he was clearly staring at part of me that is not my eyes. It is weird, these moments, my cheeks flush with shame, but at the same time, my pussy is drenching my jeans, my brains says drop to your knees and suck him off, my brain says fix this you shameless stupid whore and hide your titties away, my back arches just enough to be slightly painful. My mouth says, “I need to use your restroom”
I realized I had been putting on weight, which makes sense as I have liked titty fucking more than usual. All things titty more than usual. So then I had to masturbate in the bathroom stall, because for some reason humiliation and sex are all tied up together, that and my pussy was demanding attention.
Then I went home all quiet, but I was rewarded. I will write about that the next time I have a chance, I usually don’t have privacy on the weekends. But I will say, after watching some of my party videos, I do think natural tits bounce way better than fake ones.
Some idiotic post made on my blog calling me a name that I did not post.
oh fits me in the waist and hurts my tits. Of course makes me weird and horny as well.
I mean who doesnt love a man burying his face in your tits? I mean I am supposed to not like this? So I know I do stupid confusing things, but isn’t getting attention confusing? Isn’t this the closest thing I know to love? This makes me a bad person? What is a good person then?
So of course the guy I totally didn’t want to fuck at the party, who wouldn’t let me sleep at the end of it all, ends up being the guy I fuck the most on going. It always seems to work like that. I swear I will stop the sex-work, I swear I won’t fuck that guy and well, some time I will stop hiding out at the places I swear I will.
So I keep promising myself I will stop, especially stop sitting on fat old men’s laps and letting them suck me until I squeal. But I keep squealing. Then all is lost. I did have fun, the music was loud, there were lights, strobe lights. It is so lame that they got all pissy when it first started and I took one picture, and they took my camera/phone whatever away because they all took pictures. At one point, when I still had my cowboy hat on I was holding on to this pipe thing, I don’t know, some thing, close to the ceiling, and this man was inside me, from behind, holding me up. I did squeal a bit, I only squeal, never talk, and my tits were bouncing because someone made a comment and then I looked down and all I saw were i-phones. All I felt were hands and mouths. I was happy but then I felt shy and then I am sure it was my uncle directing as he was calling me lazy, he always calls me lazy when it is hard to get in me, he says I am not cooperating. Then I was giggling and scooting away, and then I was stopped with a cock in my mouth and the music was so loud, my pigtails were being pulled on, but of course, the cum is when they want it. Open your eyes, I do, we will frost you cupcake, I laugh, I drink a bowl, but at the end it is only when they want me. I don’t want to want them, but I do a bump, I put some coke in my pussy, I take a strangers dick in my mouth. Look at me, they say, I smile, and look. See, I would like to have some of that film, but they will act like it never happened and fap, fap, fap
I was most excellent though for that one moment, with my pink cowboy hat still on, my pigtails still in. My small squeals…the hands grabbing me, pulling me down, holding my tits, directing me who to suck off. I felt so soft. I wish there had been another girl there, Idk, there is something so funny and sexy to me watching boobies bounce, and also seeing some girl just get it from all sides, but I need to see it, when I just am, it, when I am just getting frosted, tossed around, called a lazy fuck-pig because I am small, it is not the same. I am not lazy.
See, and all the others get the video of me being a cowgirl. Unfair, I know I was awesome