[MF][mast][voy][BBW][Goth] The Happy Customer part 1

This is a work of fiction based on a fantasy that surrounds something that happened (i.e. I did see the craigslist ad.. .and never replied to it). It might not be the sexiest of writing but it is rooted in a lot of truth. This is my very first attempt at writing something like this. I will be posting Part 2 from the woman’s perspective in a few days at which point it will be sexier and far less based in reality.

I was a lonely grad student with debt up to his eyeballs and living in a glorified closet of an apartment. Between studies and work I had so little time for a social life. Women were a thing I could fantasize about and enjoy in my quiet times before bed by the glow of my junk CRT monitor scrolling through pictures and videos on the internet. Occasionally I would get creative. Instead of looking at the porn sites I would try sexy personals sites or craigslist. Not necessarily to find a hookup but to place in my mind a fantasy of what it would be like to find someone on one of these sites and just have hot casual meaningless sex with them. As a virgin who had some back seat dry humping way back in high school and a topless chest to chest makeout session in college I had so little to use as reference from real life experiences of sex. But I would surf and fantasize and masturbate to these vision in my head of what it would be like to reply and hook up with some random stranger. But then i saw that ad on craigslist. That ad stuck out at me so much and I don’t know why.

It was strangely sincere.. “FOR SALE: Erotic and sexual pictures of sexy voluptuous BBW goth woman! My jackass of a boyfriend didn’t want this body enough to be loyal, so he doesn’t get the hot pics I took for him either! His loss is your gain! Ten 8”x10” photos, some black and white, some color. $10 a piece, or $80 for the whole lot! Email me for more info!”

It had no samples and no more information than that. I was wary of getting scammed and immediately ignored it. But 5 minutes later I reopened the ad again. It was in my head. I opened another browser and searched for BBW goth women and started masturbating, after a few minutes I stopped. I reopened the ad.

What was happening? I knew I had my quirks. I knew that larger women and their curves affected me way more than the bulk of the model types used to sell most products to me. I also knew I had a streak of the white knight in me. I wanted to show this woman. By description alone that someone out there appreciated and yes, lusted after what she self described herself as. I wanted this woman to know that some stranger was going to buy her pictures and get himself off to her.

Normally I was broke as hell. But working as a waiter, money my income varied a lot. I had a good night a few nights ago and coincidentally got a couple large tips that added up to around $80. I threw caution to the wind. “Fuck it” I said. You only live once. I sent her an email.

She replied simply with a grateful message of “Thank you for contacting me. You were the only response so if you want.. Here is my paypal.”

I sent the money. The next few day I studied and waited table with the idea of those pictures in the back of my mind. I felt alive.. It was like I was a young kid finding porn in the woods and excitedly hurrying home to explore the pages and my own body all over again. A few days passed. Finally I was so excited when I saw the thick envelope waiting for me when i got home. I quickly ran upstairs to my apartment and locked the door behind me. On the one hand I felt so foolish. These were just some nude pictures of some woman I never met. But on the other, something inside me was transfixed on the idea that these were unique pictures that only I had.

I opened the envelope. I pulled out the first 8×10 and my heart started racing. It was a simple photo taken from a slightly high angle. It was a black and white photo angled from above. There in the photo gazing upwards with big beautiful eyes with thick eyeliner this stunning vision with exposed shoulders covered in spider web tattoos in a tight black corset containing some of the most massive and appealing breasts i had ever laid eyes on. I licked my lips. My heart was still racing. I had to sit down. I had 9 more photos. I wanted to punch the air and yell “jackpot!”. This would satisfy my late night urges for months.

I would love to say i had restraint and held off from looking at the rest until a later time to enjoy the first time seeing them over a longer time. I would like to say that. But I absolutely didn’t. I pulled out the rest of the photos. By the time I looked at the next photo. (A wide shot of her bending over with her thick pale ass framed perfectly in white cotton panties and her pendulous but plump breasts bunched up against her arms.) I couldn’t take it. I let my pants fall to my ankles grabbed the lotion by my bed and furiously stroked my rock hard cock while fantasizing about what i would do to this woman. The pictures were for the lack of a better word.. “Perfect” it was like my fantasies come to life in boudoir photo form. The first 9 were tasteful and classy, erotic but subtle. By the time i got to the final photo I damn near lost my breath. All subtlety was gone. Tasteful went out the window and classy took the next bus out of town. The last photo was in glorious color with my goddess laying with her glistening wet pussy towards the camera, with one hand she had it spread open to show the deep folds of her perfect pink slit. The other hand she was mid gesture of the “come here” motion. My brain was on fire with the fantasy. I wanted her there to tell that to me. “Come fuck me.. Come fill up THIS pussy.” I came so hard I thought I would black out. I had to lay down.

Once I woke up. I went through the photos again and relived the fantasy again. My cock was aching and sore I had come so hard back to back. I cleaned up my mess and took the photos and found a box to put them in. I shrugged and thought to myself “well this is all im using for a while” and grabbed some tissues and the lotion and put it in the box as well. I tucked it away in the top shelf of my closet.

For a week it became a ritual. At the end of a long day studying and waiting tables I would come home pull down the box from the shelf. Lay out the photos in order on my bed.. Kneel down beside the bed and pleasure myself to the point of exhaustion. Always ending by tucking the box away on the top shelf of my closet. It was really satisfying. I realized after a few days in I had never sent a follow up email to compliment her and thank her. I was torn at how explicit i should be. Did i want to tell her how I kneeled in worship nightly whilst damn near breaking my dick off from jerking it so hard? Or did I want to test the waters of aggressiveness and call her a dirty slut who wants my dick.. And then send her a picture of my cock?… In the end I didn’t have it in me to be so bold so I opted for politeness. I simply wrote her an email saying “I just wanted to thank you for the pictures I purchased from you. I have enjoyed them immensely and wanted you to know that.”

It was the end of the week and I had the saturday off. I had planned on relaxing with a few beers, watching some baseball and flipping through the photos again. It was 6:00 in the evening and I had just cracked my third beer. I sat down in my chair when the downstairs doorbell rang. I stumbled to get up confused as to who would be calling at that time. By the time I finally got to my apartment door someone was knocking on it. I unlocked the door and opened it. Every part of me jumped. There standing in my doorway wearing a black T-shirt with the collar cut off to show her exposed tattooed shoulders and silky black bra strap with a slight hint of cleavage and a ridiculously short black lace skirt was this woman…. This vision who I had been fantasizing about for a week straight….

To be continued (from the opposite perspective)….

Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/86mia4/mfmastvoybbwgoth_the_happy_customer_part_1