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I like variety…and, well, this was different.
Sasa’s pricing—$.2 for ½ hr FS—draws me back this week for a 2nd helping. So little to lose, so much to enjoy. The manager, Elsie, is all smiles upon seeing me. I ask for a new girl, and she suggests Kitty.
“She’s only 19, very sweet, big breasts,” she says, “if you don’t mind baby fat.”
I take a look. Kitty's definitely a chubby girl—borderline BBW, pudgy-faced like a baby, and amazingly stacked. Her beaming, expectant smile goes right to my heart.
Not that I have a BBW fetish. But there’s something alluringly erotic about the thought of plunging into such an abundance of nubile flesh. So I hand Elsie the donation.
Sasa’s best room is busy; I get the smaller one next to it, also equipped with a shower. When Kitty joins me, we hug and launch into a bit of small talk. She’s Canadian-born Chinese and says yes, she’s really just 19, and her massive jugs are perfectly natural. They’re the biggest naturals I’ve ever seen on an Asian girl.
I hand her stockings but Kitty says, “They won’t fit.” Looking at her thighs I realize she’s right. Lightly kissing Kitty’s lips I can smell she’s a smoker. Now I’m a fanatical non-smoker—but I’ve recently discovered that a woman’s nonchalant smoking during sex is a perverse turn-on for me.
“Why don’t you get a cigarette and pretend to smoke?” I ask Kitty, assuming she’s not allowed to light up in the massage room. “Oh, no problem,” she says, “I can smoke in here.” She gets her cigarettes and lighter, peels out of her dress and stretches out on the massage table.
Spreading her legs I give Kitty’s kitty a good rubbing while she lights a cigarette. In no time Tantalizer is in a state of throbbing readiness. I ask if she wants lube, but she says no, “I already put lube in earlier.” She doesn’t mind DIGITS, but as for DATY, she says with a nice smile, “No licking.”
Fine. I’m rock-hard and ready to take the plunge. As I enter Kitty's neatly trimmed slutcrack she blows clouds of smoke into the air and right into my face. Something about the depraved frivolity of this infuses me with raging lust.
“So when was the first time you got fucked?” I ask. “Oh, about 16,” she says.
She's okay with me talking dirty. I encourage her to do the same. “Sorry,” she says innocently, “I don’t know what I'm supposed to say.” I’m happy to teach her, and she’s an eager learner.
For quite a while I keep bouncing along on top of her soft quivering flesh while she smokes. Only when we turn to DOGGIE does she put her cigarette out. I ask her to spread those ass checks apart but she’s too shy. No assfucking, I find out—because she thinks it would hurt.
I recommend she should watch porn and practice loosening her ass with a dildo.
I'm wondering if I should request CG. This position rarely works with plump girls, but what the hell, doesn't hurt trying. "Go on top,” I request, expecting a minor fiasco. But, to my delight, Kitty rides me with energetic, rhythmic strokes. And I finally get to suck and squeeze those amazing jugs flopping right against my face.
Next I want to test her BJ skills. She rolls on a new condom and wipes it with a moist Kleenex, to get rid of any lube. Then, standing beside the table and bending over me, she goes to work on Tantalizer while I finger-fuck the greasy softness of her passion cave. She's very receptive to my pointers on how to squeeze the shaft with her hand as she sucks the tip with her mouth.
Back in MISH and coasting pleasantly along on a padding of jiggling flesh, I finally feel myself popping a healthy load inside Kitty.
“You made me feel great!” I say.
---
She uses a moist towel to clean me off. We chat while I dress.
“So is it busy here?” I ask.
“So-so…it’s been cold lately. Some days no customers. And,” she adds, “not too many men choose me.”
“Oh,” I say, “you’re so sweet.”
I can't help admiring the special courage it must take for a chubby girl like Kitty to offer herself up for men's pleasure—even if she faces lots of rejection.
I ask about her plans, and she sounds optimistic and constructive in her goals. She’s clearly no intellectual, but she has the disarming charm of a warm personality and willingness to learn.
“So you think what Tiger Woods did with all these women is bad?” I ask her.
“No, no,” she laughs. “Not at all.”
“You know, Kitty, what you do with your body isn’t bad either,” I say. “Making us men happy—that’s good. Don’t let anyone tell you otherwise.”
What I got from Kitty today was a shot of euphoria and healthful relaxation. What she got from me, hopefully, wasn’t just cash but perhaps a bit of affirmation of her desirability as a sexual being.
L=totally a matter of preference; a treat for BBW lovers.
A=9.5 (willing to please)
S= 7.5 (no DATY; no LFK; no anal)
$.2 + .2 tip.
Kudos also to Sasa's manager Elsie for seeing Kitty’s potential.
Sasa’s pricing—$.2 for ½ hr FS—draws me back this week for a 2nd helping. So little to lose, so much to enjoy. The manager, Elsie, is all smiles upon seeing me. I ask for a new girl, and she suggests Kitty.
“She’s only 19, very sweet, big breasts,” she says, “if you don’t mind baby fat.”
I take a look. Kitty's definitely a chubby girl—borderline BBW, pudgy-faced like a baby, and amazingly stacked. Her beaming, expectant smile goes right to my heart.
Not that I have a BBW fetish. But there’s something alluringly erotic about the thought of plunging into such an abundance of nubile flesh. So I hand Elsie the donation.
Sasa’s best room is busy; I get the smaller one next to it, also equipped with a shower. When Kitty joins me, we hug and launch into a bit of small talk. She’s Canadian-born Chinese and says yes, she’s really just 19, and her massive jugs are perfectly natural. They’re the biggest naturals I’ve ever seen on an Asian girl.
I hand her stockings but Kitty says, “They won’t fit.” Looking at her thighs I realize she’s right. Lightly kissing Kitty’s lips I can smell she’s a smoker. Now I’m a fanatical non-smoker—but I’ve recently discovered that a woman’s nonchalant smoking during sex is a perverse turn-on for me.
“Why don’t you get a cigarette and pretend to smoke?” I ask Kitty, assuming she’s not allowed to light up in the massage room. “Oh, no problem,” she says, “I can smoke in here.” She gets her cigarettes and lighter, peels out of her dress and stretches out on the massage table.
Spreading her legs I give Kitty’s kitty a good rubbing while she lights a cigarette. In no time Tantalizer is in a state of throbbing readiness. I ask if she wants lube, but she says no, “I already put lube in earlier.” She doesn’t mind DIGITS, but as for DATY, she says with a nice smile, “No licking.”
Fine. I’m rock-hard and ready to take the plunge. As I enter Kitty's neatly trimmed slutcrack she blows clouds of smoke into the air and right into my face. Something about the depraved frivolity of this infuses me with raging lust.
“So when was the first time you got fucked?” I ask. “Oh, about 16,” she says.
She's okay with me talking dirty. I encourage her to do the same. “Sorry,” she says innocently, “I don’t know what I'm supposed to say.” I’m happy to teach her, and she’s an eager learner.
For quite a while I keep bouncing along on top of her soft quivering flesh while she smokes. Only when we turn to DOGGIE does she put her cigarette out. I ask her to spread those ass checks apart but she’s too shy. No assfucking, I find out—because she thinks it would hurt.
I recommend she should watch porn and practice loosening her ass with a dildo.
I'm wondering if I should request CG. This position rarely works with plump girls, but what the hell, doesn't hurt trying. "Go on top,” I request, expecting a minor fiasco. But, to my delight, Kitty rides me with energetic, rhythmic strokes. And I finally get to suck and squeeze those amazing jugs flopping right against my face.
Next I want to test her BJ skills. She rolls on a new condom and wipes it with a moist Kleenex, to get rid of any lube. Then, standing beside the table and bending over me, she goes to work on Tantalizer while I finger-fuck the greasy softness of her passion cave. She's very receptive to my pointers on how to squeeze the shaft with her hand as she sucks the tip with her mouth.
Back in MISH and coasting pleasantly along on a padding of jiggling flesh, I finally feel myself popping a healthy load inside Kitty.
“You made me feel great!” I say.
---
She uses a moist towel to clean me off. We chat while I dress.
“So is it busy here?” I ask.
“So-so…it’s been cold lately. Some days no customers. And,” she adds, “not too many men choose me.”
“Oh,” I say, “you’re so sweet.”
I can't help admiring the special courage it must take for a chubby girl like Kitty to offer herself up for men's pleasure—even if she faces lots of rejection.
I ask about her plans, and she sounds optimistic and constructive in her goals. She’s clearly no intellectual, but she has the disarming charm of a warm personality and willingness to learn.
“So you think what Tiger Woods did with all these women is bad?” I ask her.
“No, no,” she laughs. “Not at all.”
“You know, Kitty, what you do with your body isn’t bad either,” I say. “Making us men happy—that’s good. Don’t let anyone tell you otherwise.”
What I got from Kitty today was a shot of euphoria and healthful relaxation. What she got from me, hopefully, wasn’t just cash but perhaps a bit of affirmation of her desirability as a sexual being.
L=totally a matter of preference; a treat for BBW lovers.
A=9.5 (willing to please)
S= 7.5 (no DATY; no LFK; no anal)
$.2 + .2 tip.
Kudos also to Sasa's manager Elsie for seeing Kitty’s potential.