[MF][mast][voy][BBW][Goth] The Happy Customer part 2

(Link to part 1 in comments you should read that first )

“That fucking asshole”

I slammed down the phone. I fucking knew he would leave me for the first chick who made it easy for him. I “challenged” him… and worked my ass off to satisfy his needs but his limp dick still couldn’t get up. He convinced himself it was my size that turned him off. Fucking prick seems to forget how much he drinks every night. I can only do so much with whiskey dick. And lord knows i tried. With our one year anniversary coming up I even hired my friend to take those boudoir pictures of me. They were so fucking hot… Well shit.. What do i do with 10 8×10 nude pictures of me?

A few nights later I was talking to my friend who took the pictures. She is the one who had the idea of selling them online. I’m still fairly certain she was joking but when i got home that night I couldn’t help thinking of how exciting it would be to just send these pictures into the aether. And hell! I could make a few bucks in the process. It was worth a try right?

I sat down at the computer writing up the ad. How much do i think these photos are worth? My friend took them as a favor and… well i can’t just let some random perv buy these on the cheap and post them up on the internet. My buyer has to want them and my buyer has to know what they are on description alone. He has to have faith that my description will match his desires and he must be willing to spend. I glanced over to the next tab on my browser. “I know exactly what to charge” I said to myself as I clicked the buy button on the $80 “personal massager” If that asshole ex of mine can’t get me off anymore. I’m going to use the pictures i made for him pay for my next few orgasms. I wrote up the ad quickly. As I wrote I realized the combination of feeling angry but somehow avenged by my own cleverness combined with the idea of fucking myself with a vibrator born of his cheating ass was… turning me on a bit. I looked down at the dampening spot on my panties and thought,, nah.. I’ll wait. It’ll feel so much better with my Sex Toy of Justice!..

In less than 24 hours I had a only one real response to my ad. I did get one email which was just some tiny dicked jerk insulting me and sending a dick pic another email where the buyer tried to talk me down from my price. The third though was very straightforward and businesslike. “I saw your ad and by your description you seem like the kind of girl I am typically attracted to. If they are still available I would like to purchase your pictures. Can i send you the $80 via paypal?”.

There we go. I quickly replied with my paypal address and he promptly sent payment. I enjoyed his enthusiasm. “Good boy I hope you enjoy” I wrote in the payment confirmation. I went to file away his address for mailing when i was struck by how close he lived. “Damn” I said to myself “that’s right by my gym”. It occured to me that I could save postage if I dropped it off myself. I was going to the gym in a few days anyways.

A few days went by. My damn vibrator still hadn’t come in. I had been holding off pleasuring myself for a few days just to wait for it. It was a little game I was playing in my head. I planned on fucking myself proper and thoroughly as soon as it came in.

I went to the gym. It is always an interesting exercise in body image politics when I strut around the gym doing my cardio in my tight yoga pants covering my big round ass. Many of the true fitness fanatics look at me in disgust but every once in a while I catch someone glancing at me while I move up and down on the stairmaster. They enjoy what they see but are too shy to act. Many times i have caught sight of a full growing bulges while they think about what they would do to that big girl on the treadmill. There were I used that mental image myself when satisfying myself alone after my stupid ex failed to keep it up. Anyways, that trip to the gym was no different. Sure enough there was an extra bold weightlifter probably with more muscles than brains sporting a raging hard on while his eyes bore down on me on the treadmill. I gave him a good show and even did some solid “toe touch” stretches right in front of him before toweling off my sweaty brow and chest (giving him a show there too) and leaving.

I don’t like to change in the gym so i left my yoga pants on and headed out. I found the apartment listed on the paypal message and I was surprised. The place was kind of run down. It’s the kind of place poor college kids rented. For someone living in a place like this, I was surprised they would spend $80 of pictures of me sight unseen. I parked across the street and found the right mailbox. Putting the envelope in, I glanced around before heading back to my car. I had just gotten ready to drive away when I stopped and saw a guy walking up to the apartment. Was this my buyer? I had to check. He was a fairly rustic looking guy in his mid to late 20s. He had broad shoulders and a nicely kept “lumberjack” type beard. To complete the look he had a plaid red shirt and khaki pants. He was a little pale and stocky but he was quite handsome. Sure enough, he headed right to the mailbox i had just placed the envelope in. He grabbed the envelop and after looking around briefly bolted quickly up the stairs. Indeed there was my enthusiastic buyer.

“What will he do?” I thought. “Will he just look at them and file them away. Will he be overcome with lust and jerk off to me right then and there?” I didn’t know, and the “not knowing” was both frustrating and extremely arousing. I found myself sitting there in the driver’s seat of my car unable to start my car because I was transfixed with the thought. I pushed my legs together to confirm what I deep down already knew was true. I was positively dripping at the thought. My hand drifted from the ignition. I put the keys down and almost in a trance found my hand exploring the outside of my yoga pants. By now the thought had already soaked through enough of my panties that I could feel the dampness through my pants. I sighed softly and let myself be taken away by the thought. Upstairs right now was my enthusiastic buyer stroking his fat cock to the images of me. Thinking about all the things he would do to me. Is he the soft sensual type? Is he enjoying the first few subtle pictures and thinking about making soft romantic love to me? Or is he the hot horny pervert who looks at that one really vulgar picture and fantasizes about ravishing me. Taking me hard and agressive and getting as dirty as he can. That thought took me away further. At some point my hand traveled from the outside of my yoga pants into my panties as i rubbed my clit and started fingering my pussy in quick succession. The thought of this dirty horny stranger fantasizing about taking me. The thought of taking him into all my wanton and gasping holes. I wanted him in my mouth, my pussy, my ass. My hand started moving faster. My thoughts drifted to the muscle bound moron from the gym. What if he took that rock hard muscle bound cock and drilled my pussy from behind while i had my enthusiastic buyer blowing his cum deep into my throat…. My mind drifted to my ex… and that asshole could watch…

The thought of my ex froze the thoughts. Wait… what about my plan to wait for my Vengeance Dildo?… Yes.. I have waited this long. This is hot but let’s be practical. I have no idea what my buyer is doing right now… up there across the street, I hope he enjoys the pictures.. But this should be the end of it. Time to move on with my life. Though i was probably seconds away from orgasm I pulled my hands away from my dripping wet pussy and wiped them on my pants. I took a deep breath. I grabbed my keys off the seat and drove off.

The next few days were a blur. I did my day to day work from home. I was a bit depressed and not really interested in much but for some reason my libido was still on high alert. A stiff breeze would set my brain wandering to the darker depravities of my dirty mind. I found myself day to day wearing more and more revealing clothing hoping to catch the eye of some random stranger. To put it bluntly I was HORNY. To make matters worse there was some sort of shipping fuck up and my Freedom Vibrator was delayed.

Finally the ultimate screw you came when my ex called and asked me if he could come by and pick up his stuff. It was the end of the week and I just didnt care anymore. “Sure” i said. I put on my sluttyest little short skirt and cute silk backed panties and my low cut black pajama top with my tits and black matching bra basically just hanging out and waited.

He was drunk… of course. He came to the door and looked me up and down with wry look on his face which quickly dropped back to his normal slack jawed idiocy. Why did i dress up for him like this? What was I hoping to happen? He lumbered around the apartment grabbing his shit and throwing it in a smelly backpack. I glanced out the window to see what i assume was his new poor sap waiting impatiently in her car for him. I was such a fool. Screw this.. I want him to leave. I caught myself in the mirror and I perked back up a bit. I looked amazing. Any asshole who would walk away from me looking like this isn’t worth my damned time. Just before he left he slurred out some garbage about wishing me well.. And threw in a few “if only you lost some weight” jabs in the mix of his jumbled speech. I closed the door behind me as he stumbled out of the apartment and started yelling at the poor sap behind the wheel.

“Fuck this noise… I am going to jill myself off til I am blind” I said to the air. I headed off to my room. There were 2 emails still in my box. One from the shipping company notifying me that my package and order had been lost and cancelled. The other.. Which i had been intentionally avoiding was from my enthusiastic buyer. It was sweet, and simple. But there was also something there. An earnestness “I have enjoyed them immensely and wanted you to know that”.. Like he wanted me to know what he was doing with them. He wanted me to know he was jerking off to them. The fantasies flooded into my mind and my loins all over again. I was wanted… lusted after by this stranger on a level I dont even know. I whipped off my pajama shirt and starting massaging my breasts through my bra. I was squirming… My hand was drifting downward with a focused mission to pull my panties aside and finger fuck myself to climax after climax. But as I reached the edges of my panties just ready to pull them aside I paused.. I reread the email. You only live once. I grabbed a loose fitting black t-shirt from my dresser and threw it on. I grabbed my car keys and headed out into the cold night. I was on a mission. I would be getting my revenge orgasm.. But not from some lifeless toy. I probably broke some traffic laws driving to that apartment by my gym. I parked quickly and rang the doorbell. After a few seconds a groggy stoner was leaving the building and left the door open. I stepped in and found the apartment door of my enthusiastic buyer. Here goes nothing.

(this whole thing has been a really fun first attempt at erotic story telling. My simple little story is now turning into a 3 parter though. Exploring my beautiful BBW goth girl from her own perspective was surprisingly more fruitful than i thought. I am open to opinions/suggestions as to whose perspective part 3 should be in though.. Please feel free to comment.)

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