Author: thininformant

Third (and best) time visiting a hooker

EDIT: First time visiting a hooker

Second time visiting a hooker

My experience with the memorable handjob by my busty friend in Pimlico provided plenty of wanking material for the following months. It was my default memory anytime I jerked off without porn and I'd replay it over and over, picturing those milky white tits and my cum glistening on them.

I moved to Finchley in North London not long after. My new place was big and soulless, my housemates friendly enough though. One of them was a girl called Sarah who was a bit chubby and had decent sized tits. She was timid and quiet and her boyfriend spent a lot of time at the house. I once caught a glimpse of her naked arse through her slightly ajar door. I stopped and looked but as quick as I had spotted it she had moved out of view. I would often find myself staring at her bosom when she wasn't looking, imagining my cum spraying as she wanked my hard dick. It was pure fantasy though. There was no way anything would happen there. Read more »

Second time visiting a hooker

A couple of months after my lacklustre visit to the Soho 'model' I had still not got my big tit fix. I had fucked a girl I worked with not long after, an American girl called Joanna. She was a little taller than me, maybe 6"1, very slim with tiny A-cup tits. She was an average lay, didn't put much into it and her blowjob skills were nothing to shout about. It was, thankfully, a one-off.

I walked towards a phone box one Wednesday night in Victoria. Without hesitating I walked inside and picked up the receiver. I mimed the action of putting a 50p in the slot and dialled a random set of numbers. I didn't like the thought of someone seeing me and automatically assuming I was looking at the hooker adverts. I started a fake conversation with nobody as I browsed the adverts stuck to the windows. There was an awful lot of transexual adverts and glossy images of girls who clearly weren't going to be the one to open the door if you visited. I settled on a handwritten advert without a picture – 'New! Very curvy! Very Busty! 38FF!' I grabbed the card from the window and stuffed it into my pocket. I hung up the handset and left the phone box as a guy walked past me, looking me in the eye but I was unable to judge his thoughts. Innocent, I hoped but it didn't matter at all. Read more »

First time visiting a hooker

For as long as I can remember I've been a boob guy. The bigger the better, always. I would wank myself to whatever pair of boobs I found on the internet or in magazines when I was a teenager. I lost my virginity at 18 to a girl called Katie who had lovely D cups with large pale areolas. The sex was fantastic at the time. In hindsight, not so great. For years afterwards I would picture those marvellous breasts swinging in my face as she bounced on top of me. It was around 5 years until I got a feel of anything bigger than a C cup and it came courtesy of a hooker.

I'd had a couple of girlfriends in the years after Katie, and a couple of one-night stands. They were all smaller in the chest department unfortunately, but I would take whatever I could at that age. By 22 it was really starting to bug me. My mates didn't know I was a tit lover because I didn't want them to think I was staring at every girls chest. I kept my desires to myself. Read more »