I've been a BBW admirer since I was a little wee' boy. This trait sometimes lapses, sometimes comes forth from the dark of my subconsious. Today I des...re fat girls more than ever. Nothing else would sate my lusts. On the streets and on campus I've seen a great many of them, with their enormous, lush behinds, hanging, overripe tits and their bulging, lardy bellies that nearly cause their tight clothes to rip at the seams as they waddle around like beached whales in the May heat. Needless to be. My body begging for his touch to continue. "What thefuck is this?" he says at me. His latin accent more prominent now. I tryto regain focus as I look down to see a precum stain soaking through thedress where the tip of my cock is. "Ohh.. umm... I'm sorry.. I..uhh," Ishakily mutter. "You haven't even paid for it yet. Well, you're going topay now you little sissy bitch."After undoing the latch on my collar and adding a new leash that he isnow holding, he Reaches behind my knees and pulls my legs. A man eats meat. Fuck quiche." Brady, let me ask you. Have you ever been a submissive?" Who...me? What have you heard? It's lies, dammit."Kim smiled. "Who is telling lies, Brady?" Okay, I had a girlfriend who asked me to clean up the apartment when welived together. But that doesn't make me a sissy. I worked nights, so Idid it. And I didn't want to get my clothes messed up, so she bought methis blue maid's dress. It didn't mean anything, though. I only wore itduring the days." I see. Did you. He almost couldn’t move his cock because it was so restricted, but after a few seconds managed to start thrusting back and forth. Unbelievably, my backdoor started self-lubricating and combined with the pre-cum oozing from the head of the baseball bat shoved inside me, I actually began to enjoy myself again. He started thrusting harder and harder, trying to keep me from gaining any pleasure but it was no use. I had a body that craved sex and punishment, and the combination of the two was just.