I had been working as an escort photographer for a few months now. It was a pretty simple formula. I’d post an ad in the adult personals sections advertising my services directly to escorts. They’d all see it, since that is where they were posting their ads for their clients. None of them could take a nice looking photo if their life depended on it, so when they seen my professional samples they would all be chomping at the bit to hire me. Of course I would often take other forms of payment in lieu of money, if you know what I mean.
I had gotten into a pretty good rhythm and was basically servicing about 3 or 4 escorts a week.
One day I received a call from an escort named Crystal. She sounded very loud and boisterous on the phone. Almost like a bit of a redneck. I arranged to meet her and was very curious to see what she was going to be like.
I was waiting in my motel room when I heard a loud car exhaust outside. It sounded like the vehicle had no exhaust at all. I heard Crystal’s voice. “Come back in an hour, Momma K! Don’t be late, bitch!”
Bang, bang, bang! She was pounding on my door so loud I thought she was going to damage it. I opened the door and was dumbfounded by what I seen. She was probably 200 pounds, as wide as she was tall. Wearing a dirty yellow shirt and a short skirt that looked like it was 2 sizes too small for her. Her clothes actually looked soiled, like they hadn’t been washed in a while.
“You ready to fuck me on camera and take some photos for me?” she blurted out, as she forced her way past me into the room.
“Uhhh” was all I could muster. I was not liking this situation. I was hoping I could get her to leave. I was not into BBW women at all, and I wouldn’t even call her a BBW, just a BW…BIG WOMAN! To see the type of escorts I normally fuck, check out this video at prostitutemovies.com.
But then I thought, maybe I can salvage this. I can probably muffle my way through this photo shoot, not have to fuck her, and still make my full $150 fee. Not too bad for an hour or so of having to look at an obese women with questionable hygiene.
“Just to let you know, I don’t have any money. So you’re going to have to fuck me in exchange for your photos, alright?”
“Oh no!” I thought to myself. This wasn’t going to work out at all. Before I even had a chance to say anything, Crystal was down on her knees and was reaching for my zipper. “You can call me Queen Bee.” she said. ”That’s my stage name.”
I was horrified. Was I even going to be able to get it up? She was a repulsive. A big, hideous woman.
She continued on her mission and had managed to pull my pants down around my ankles. “Get your camera out, bitch!” she snapped at me. I grabbed by Nikon and started snapping photos of her while she stared up at me, my soft penis in her hand like she was holding a wriggling worm.
Then suddenly she opened her mouth and placed my soft cock inside her mouth. It was wet, warm, and soft. Suddenly she began sucking, creating a vacuum-like sound I had never heard occur during a blowjob before. She had her own special technique…and it was working!
I felt the blood rush to my penis. Suddenly the veins in my cock were throbbing. She continued her unique technique and my cock continued to grow until suddenly I was in a state of bliss.
I grabbed her fat face and began fucking her chubby head. This was the best blowjob I had ever had. Whatever she was doing, it was putting me into a state of ecstasy. This obese woman had somehow developed the perfect blowjob technique.
It took no longer than 45 seconds and I had gone from completely flaccid to about to cum. I grabbed her ears and began pumping away. I had already worked up a sweat and I could feel it dripping down my back. I was just about to burst when I suddenly realized I hadn’t taken a single photo yet. I grabbed at my camera, fumbling like I was trying to grab a wet bar of soap off the shower floor.
“I’m cumming!” I screamed as I finally managed to point the Nikon in her direction. The cum exploded from my cock as she pulled her mouth away from my cock. She obviously wanted it all over her face, and I was happy to oblige. It was such an extreme orgasm I could hear my cock making sounds as the cum shot from its throbbing tip. Crystal’s face was covered in my hot semen. There was not a single spot that wasn’t dripping in creamy white goo.
She looked up at me through the blur of the cum stinging her eyes and said “Did you get that shit?”
“Yes.” was all I said. I had managed to take a great series of photos of the cum erupting from my penis all over her face. It was some of my best work.
She got up and wiped her face off on the sleeve of her stained yellow shirt. She handed me a card with her email address on it and said “Well, I guess we’re done here. Make sure you email those to me tonight. I’ve got customers waiting for that shit.”
Almost as quick as she came in, she was gone. She didn’t even close the door as she left. I sat there for a minute contemplating what had just happened. I just experienced what was probably the perfect blowjob. It’s as though a God had come down from the heavens and sucked my cock. And that God was an obese woman named Crystal.
