Fatty McFatterson

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.

Somehow it goes from totally gross to totally funny


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 More From The Party

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. ImageImageImage

that was a funny but ouch!Image

See, and all the others get the video of me being a cowgirl. Unfair, I know I was awesome 



Are really not that bad, I mean depending on who is conducting.  My exs friend Tim of well, slept with him when we I was with my ex guy, which isn’t that specific, but have been letting him get me to entertain.  It’s not that bad, he isn’t all controlling. Plus what haven’t I already done?  Plus he gets my weird fetish about old fat guy sucking on me a bit.  It  is not that bad. Just sitting on someone’s lap for awhile. Although I do hope I get over it soon as it kind of sicks me out. ImageImageImage

These Work Shirts Are Not For Me





Luckily they come off

I Have Been Very Good Except the One Time and Well Since …

I haven’t had sex with multiple partners since I was with my not-husband, the one before that, I don’t think. I mean maybe, but for the most part have been very conservative, even since my ex-husband left me.  Outside of the pet play, couple, maybe a couple of couples but whatever. 

I know I have come close to incesty things before, but never with kids, because that is gross, my uncle and mr. munchy-munch my tits, and then the brothers when I was so in love with the boy whose brother thought it would be fun to make me his puppy too.  Funny when I did do pet-play, I did pick  puppy, that was my choice.   Kitten was theirs but I found that boring. 

So, about  a week or so ago I was at my friend’s work, we have been friends for a long time, he recently got married.  We had never made out before but I am not sure what happened but I am sitting on his lap and we are making out when his Dad comes in.  His Dad is all super preachy-creepy Christian.  So he starts in on my friend about sinning or whatnot and my friend turns me around as way as explanation and lifts my top up. Image


and then you know the next thing A.’s Dad wants is me to sit on his lap, which is weird, and I don’t want to, but A. pushes me on, and I do.  So Daddy starts doing the munchy on myself, which reminds me of stuff from before which makes me all docile and hypnotized.  It is amazing how long some men can suck on your tit, chew it like a Snickers bar.  Some how A. manages after what seems like a good long do I have a tit left time to stick his dick in my mouth while Daddy is still chewing on me like dog with a bone. 

It all gets pretty unclear after that, except I remember being pulled off the chair and Daddy not wanting to let my tit go, it got all long and drawn out, I don’t know where the other men came from, I just remember looking over and seeing way too many men, and only recognizing one of them.   

And Christian Daddy getting hella bossy about who and when and how.   As anyone who has done this knows once you get two set of hands on you, you really don’t know what is happening.  More than that, it is just well you don’t know who is touching you are when.  
I don’t mind that so much, or even the dicks on my face, or the buckets of cum on me, or Daddy thinking it would be a good idea to write whore on my belly after the end with a sharpie.

A lot of it makes me feel very desired.  Which is kinky and good.  What I could do without is the ass and titty fucking. And the giant dicks which they think are so funny to ram up inside of me.   Men always tell me to relax, that I will get used to it, but at the same time they laugh when they see me shake, when they see my legs tremble. 

I laughed this morning though when I got the pictures of me covered in most important Daddys cum and friends cum.  Asking for a rematch.  Am not sharing the one of my face, lol.   I’ll think about it, have been pretty loyal, but there is something to it you know. Something to the confusing ecstasy of being thrown around like a rag doll, something to watching a hypocrite get down and dirty and hearing him moan in ecstasy while he is inside of you.  I am pretty sure I didn’t fuck more than seven of them, but how many dicks I sucked, however quickly, I bet good Christian daddy kept count of what a whore I am.  Makes me laugh.  At least whores earn their keep.





I Know I Shouldn’t Have





But I did so I guess it is too late


Idk, there is something I can’t explain about getting tossed around and not knowing whose hands are on you that is crazy. I know I shouldn’t have let them take pictures but everyone has an iphone, and it does sound bad, but I could see myself and something about titties bouncing, even my own, makes me just lose all sense. 

I do feel shame, but I feel all kinds of other feelings too