How hot is it, being stroke material?
Knowing that at any moment, some horny fucking pervert could be staring at my plump, luscious cow whore tits, and stroking his dick. A horny fucking pervert, thinking about what it would be like to thrust his cock up between my meaty fucking udders, to feel me spitting and slobbering on his cock while he tit-fucks me. Thinking about what it would be like to hear me encouraging him, “yeah, that’s so fuckin hot, fuck those big pretty titties with your fuckin cock, so fuckin hot, I want you to jerk that fucking cock off between my tits, and cum all over me”.
I love it when they stare at my body, and masturbate. I truly love it. It turns me on. I like to think about them leering at my body, spitting on their cocks, and staring at me. Wishing they were fucking me. Wishing they were mashing and mauling my tits, thrusting their dick into my mouth, slapping my perky bubble butt, pushing their dick into my tight little pink fuck hole. I like to encourage them. I like being stroke material. It’s fucking hot. I love being an object. Jerkoff material. An image to cum to. I fucking love it. I am into self-objectification. I am into looking hot to give pleasure to others, using my body to help them get off.
So when Sammy tells me to hold up my big fucking 38G fuck jugs for him, to show them to him, and to tell him how much I want him to cum on me, to tell him what a nasty big-tit cow whore I am, to tell him how bad I need his fucking cum, I do it all and more.
“Oh yeah, you like my big pretty tits? You should take out your cock, and show me just how much you love these fat fucking titties. Go on, take out your fucking dick for me. Oh fuck, yeah, you are hard already, that’s hot. That is so fucking hot!”
My dress leaves little to the imagination; and yet I’m exposing very little skin. I use my clothes, and my mind, to make dicks hard. Dressing like a businesswoman, or a teacher, yet looking like a whore at the same time. I love the reactions I get from my outfits. This dress, with a properly fitting bra underneath, makes my breasts look much bigger than even the 38G that I wear. It hugs my curves, tapering to my thin, fit waist, then hourglassing out again to my wide, womanly, “soccer mom” hips. Guys fucking stare at me when I wear this dress. They see how big my boobs are. They can’t fucking believe it. My boobs look fucking enormous. They look like fucking basketball-sized tits. But one glance is never enough, they have to look longer, because my tits bounce. A lot. The waggle of my ass and the bouncing of my boobs is mesmerizing. So they stare, their mouths hanging open. It makes me giggle sometimes, I can see the effect I’m having on traffic when people are looking at my tits instead of where they’re going. Like I said, I love being an object.
So when a guy wants to stare at me and jerk his fucking cock, I understand. I want to help each person who pervs on my body to get off in the most pleasurable way possible. I want to be the stroke meat bitch they think of first when they want to cum. I want them to cum for me. I want them to look at me, not just once, but every day. I want them to use me when they’re ready to drain their balls. I want them to fuck their hands so fucking hard when they’re staring at my body. I want to make them cum like a fucking fire hose. I want to see the cum, too. I want to see it shooting out of their cocks, and onto my boobs. I want to hear them grunting as their cum splatters all over me. It makes me so happy. I want to hear them fucking grunt. I want to hear them say "fucking whore!" when they cum on me.
So I hold up my cow whore udders for Sammy, and I show him how excited I am, my nipples easily visible even through my bra and my dress. My industrial-strength bra. Cow whores like me need very substantial lingerie, you know. Big, sexy, elegant bras with wide straps that have to go around the sides of our tits, instead of over the front, because they’re so fucking big. Bras with four or even five hooks, to contain the awesome lusciousness of my pretty, plump fun bags. My tits explode out of the top of even a bra like that; you can see it in many of my photos. Too much luscious fucking tit-flesh for even an industrial-strength 38G bra to contain. I love it when I see a guy’s eyes zeroing in on that tit-flesh that pops out over the top of my bra. Oh yes, I can tell when that’s what they’re looking at. It makes me so fucking horny, too. I’d never say to a guy “hey, my eyes are up here”. Oh, no. I love it when guys stare at my tits. I just giggle, and flirt, and turn, and jiggle, while he stares at me like I’m a piece of meat. Which is exactly what the fuck I am.
The harder Sammy faps, the more turned on I get. Sammy’s fist goes “fap fap fap fap fap fap”, as the pace of his stroking intensifies. I love to see him slobber all over his cock. He never takes his eyes off of my body, yet he never misses the head of his cock with his long, stringy strands of slobber. He doesn’t want to take his eyes off of me. I don’t want him to either. I want his eyes, his mind, and the cum about to boil up from his heavy balls, all focused on one thing: my luscious fucking tits. I guess you could say I crave attention. *giggle*
Squeezing my boobs tightly together through my dress, I look up so sweetly at Sammy and tell him how hot his fucking cock looks as he masturbates for me. I hold up my boobs for him real pretty, and I giggle, and I say, “Sammy, do you like my tits? You’re so hard. I love watching you masturbate, Sammy. Would you like to cum on me, baby?”
“God, your cock is so fucking hard. You must really like my tits. That’s so hot. I’d like to see your cum. I want to see you cum on my tits, Sammy. Come on baby, give it to me. You’re so hard. Your cock is so fucking hard. I love your hard cock. I love all the cum you have in there for me, Sammy. Don’t you want to cum on your babette, Sammy? Don’t you want to give me all of your luscious, wonderful hot fucking cum?”
Sammy’s stroking intensifies. His face is flushed, his eyes locked on my slutty udders. I am so fucking turned on. I will think about this later, and masturbate, Sammy’s cum dried on my pretty dress.
The head of Sammy’s dick is about an inch from my tits. I thrust them up closer for him. Closer to his dick. Closer to his seed. Closer to his wonderful, magical, beautiful cum.
“Come on, baby. Just let it go. Give it to me. It’s OK, honey. Just let it go. Just let it all go, baby. Cum on me. Cum on your whore. Cum on me like I’m a whore, baby. I’m your fucking whore, and I need your cum. I need it, baby. I want it. Give it to me. Give it all to me, now.”
Sammy’s face grimaces, he squeezes his eyes shut tight, he says “oh fuck”, and then he grunts. I love that sound. I giggle, I can’t help it. I am so fucking turned on.
The first stream is usually the most cum. Not every time, but usually. Sammy opens his eyes so he can watch himself painting my dress with his fucking cum. Hosing me down like a fucking whore.
Sammy says “Nnngh nnngh nnnnnnnnghhhh fuck”! Sammy likes cumming on me, I can tell. “Aaaaaaaagggghhhh”!
I feel so pretty. I feel so special. I giggle and try to lick up some of the cum from my dress. There’s a lot of cum on my boobs. I look real fucking sexy. I have cum on me. I feel happy, and content.
Sammy is panting. All of his cum is on my dress now. Where it belongs. I smile up at him, still holding up my pretty, slutty udders, and I tell him “thank you, baby, please let’s do this again real soon.”
