Part 2 of an experience I had, each story can be read independently.

I’m a purely deviant, sexually charged man. I had found a girl with the lowest self-esteem possible and I was continuing my exploitation of her, at my leisure.

Kyla age 19, most definitely a BBW and almost SBBW, submissive, still lived with her folks in a middle class suburban neighbourhood. As always I parked down the street and walked to her house for our usual time, Tuesday at noon. I told her I was wanted to change things up today. Usually we went to her bedroom in her parents’ home and I did whatever the fuck I wanted to her but I was getting bored and needed a change of pace. Being a self-confessed misogynist, I had explored all kinds of sexual deviancy with her at my leisure ranging from cumming in her hair and face to making her suck cum from my used condoms, belt whipping her and humiliating her every step of the way. I had tagged Kyla and her gay boyfriend the Nancy-boy Cory, 2 weeks ago. I had jerked off and shot cum blasts on her work uniform and wiped her wet cunny with the ass part of her work pants.

I’d face fucked her and just before I came, I’d pulled out and cum all over the carpet in her bedroom knowing she’d have to scrub it out long after I left before her Mom and Dad wouldn’t find it. Although I’m sure she could have just told them she dropped a tub of ice cream, it wasn’t like that was a stretch based on her eating habits. I slapped her pussy, then wiped my hand of her cunny juice in her hair most times we met. She was very sensitive about her fatness and I relished in calling her piggy, chub’s, fatty or just simply fat face. With her tight curly strawberry blond hair that bounced when she walked and her very “plain Jane” appearance, no make-up, no style, no friends, no self-esteem, I had her in place to do whatever the fuck I wanted. And I did.

I fucked her regularly with no regard for her pleasure and I didn’t need to bother with foreplay, ever. I had on 2 occasions, arrived, walked upstairs, made her strip, suck me off and came in her mouth and left without a word. On occasion, I would make her rim me and I’d call her, “farty ass face,” just before I’d belt her ass and she never said a fucking word, she only sobbed quietly while I whipped her fatty bum. I enjoyed pinching her fat rolls and flabby tits most. I made her do deviant things like pissing herself in her big girl panties in the shower. I fucked her missionary style on her parents bed and made her call her mom at work while I boned her.

Once I told her via email, which was the only way we communicated, when she got to work, 30 mins into her shift (3:30) she was to go to her manager at the fast food joint she worked at and tell her she had the shits and needed to go the bathroom and masturbate for 20 mins. I told her that I’d be calling the restaurant at 3:35 sharp and asking for her and she better not be available to speak because she’d be in the potty. Once she had cum she was to go out the front door and wave 3 times as I would be watching in my car to see if she did it and if she didn’t I’d belt her ass for an hour the next time we met. I obviously wasn’t in my car, I’m not a psychopath, nor did I call to check on her but I thought it would be good to mind fuck her. I imagine she was red in the face telling her night manager she had the poops. Ah-ha, good times.

The thing I most enjoyed was degrading and humiliating her by poking her seriously over weight body and revelled in tugging at her fat rolls below her tits and making her big jiggly ass wiggle before and while I fucked it. If it were not for her extra fat she wouldn’t have any tits at all. They sagged like pancakes, flat with pink nipples that drooped on the end but and hey, tits are tits right and I liked sucking and biting them?

I had been pretty relentless with her recently, extra rough, very degrading, so I figured I would give her a little relief and allow her to enjoy some fun while I humiliated her. As we only communicated over email and only ever met at her house, it was the ideal situation for me. I asked her what kind of sweets she liked and Kyla sent me a list including: donuts, cake, pie, cupcakes and ice cream. I picked up a few of these at the grocery store on the way to meet her.

Instead of going to her weird pink bedroom which had an out dated pony / horse theme going on, I asked her to take me to her kitchen for a change. As usual, I was in a suit and I always remained fully clothed while I made her strip and chanted insults at her. As she was stripping I grabbed her flabby fat rolls and pinched her all over leaving red welts while she fought back tears calling her chubs and fat cow. I hung her bra on the lights over the kitchen table tossed her sweat pants in the sink and turned it on.

We were standing in the kitchen and I instructed her to do the hokey pokey!

“Huh?” was her only reply.

“You heard me, do the fucking hokey pokey.”

She didn’t move. I began adjusting my belt and she clamored to do something, I’m not sure what but she attempt the hokey pokey canlı bahis as she didn’t want to get the belt.

“What the fuck are you doing?” I barked at her.

“Um, the hokey pokey?” Sounding unsure of herself, more like a question than a response.

“Yes tubby, you need to sing the fucking song, you know, put your left foot in, out your right foot in and turn yourself about?”

She looked at me baffled and bewildered but began to actually sing the song and do the dance. I fucking couldn’t believe it, oh how I wish I’d recorded it! She was jiggling and wiggling as she followed the words to the song, “Do the Hokey Pokey.” She was totally humiliated dancing naked in front of me. I laughed out loud at her but gave her a hug after she was done. I never ever kissed her but I liked to show her by hugging I was happy with her performance and gave me chance to grope at her tubbiness while we embraced, so it wasn’t really an endearing hug.

I grabbed my bag of goodies and told her it was time to eat like a piggy. I looped her big girl panties around her wrists in front of her and had her sit on the ceramic floor on cross-legged or as close as she could with her chubby thighs. I pulled up the chair and sat in front of her. I rummaged around the counter and found some lips stick (assumed it was her mom’s) and wrote, chubby, on her forehead and wubby, on her chest, one of my pet names for her. I traced the words, fat slut, on her arm.

I stepped out of my dress pants folding them neatly on the chair. I took one of the chocolate covered donuts and squeezed my cock though the hole, chocolate side facing out. I pushed my donut cock towards her mouth and slipped the head in. She was a decent cock sucker actually but today wasn’t about head it was about humiliation. As I pushed my cock as deep as it would go in her pie hole, I mashed the donut into her face and squished it into her nose and chin. The donut began to crumble and I as face fucked her mouth. I pushed the donut off my cock onto the floor and grabbed another one. I held it flat in my palm just below her chin and told her to eat up. She leaned forward trying to bite at it. I let her try to nibble for a few moments and then mashed it in her face while holding her head down with my other hand. I let the donut fall to the floor and I grabbed her head and tuned it towards me. Her face was covered in chocolate icing from the facing mashing.

I told her how ridiculous she looked as she sat motionless and embarrassed. I grabbed the pint chocolate ice cream which was now melting. I found a wooden spoon and sat back down in the chair in front of her. I poked at her tits with the spoon, calling her tubby and asked her to show me her twat. She struggled to maneuver to expose her bald pussy to me. I dipped the spoon in the ice cream and shoved it in her face intentionally missing her mouth and rubbing it all over her lips and cheeks pretending to feed her. I kept doing this until her face was a mess of sticky melted cream.

I spanked her hairless twat a few times with the wooden spoon after I dipped it in the melted ice cream leaving a mess on her cunny and the floor as it splattered a little after each thump. I twisted her tits and mashed the spoon into them leaving a sticky mess. I reached into the bag and pulled out some sprinkles and doused her in them, pouring them over her head. By the time I was done she had rainbow colored sprinkles stuck to her tits, tummy and I gave an additional shake towards her pussy for good measure. They all stuck to the messy chocolate on her bald opening. I goaded her by whispering that her smelly pussy was now edible. Not that I was going to eat it but at least finally I could. She smiled at me and licked some chocolate off her chin. I reached into my breast pocket and fished out a couple of cloths pins. I reefed on her pancake tits and twisted each droopy nipple before I secured the pins with as much grip as I could with the sticky chocolate ice cream spread on her nips. Kyla winced in pain, her tits were always easy pickings for me to twist and slap causing her much discomfort. She didn’t like when I pawed at her pancake tits, so obviously I focused on them relentlessly.

I managed to get her to her feet by way of her hair and used the wooden spoon to slap her on the thighs until she spread her legs apart. I pushed her onto the kitchen island and I got behind her, ripped open a rubber, rolling it on my hard cock. It was time to give her lazy cunt a leisurely fucking. I slapped her ass a few times and bent her over further. I aimed my cock at her chubby cheeks and pressed it forward. She was fairly tight actually, Kyla was the first big girl I’d ever fucked with and I naturally thought BBW’s (or in Kyla’s case a junior SBBW) would have gaping cunt holes, not the case, she was tight like a leather glove and I enjoyed the squeeze. With never a worry about her pleasure, I was free to fuck her for a long or short as I wanted and give my cock a nice massage in her pinky hole. I fucked her for a few mins with no talking, the only sounds in the kitchen were bahis siteleri her little pants and grunts from her and some morning talk show from the TV in the living room which was noticeably loud in the back ground.

I slapped her fat ass again with the spoon and told barked at her,

“So Chubs, did you like our new adventure with sweets?”

“Um, yes I did Sir, I love your imagination, I never know what you will do with me?”

“I think I will cum on the last donut piggy or maybe in the rest of the ice cream, you can freeze it and eat it before you rub your honey pot tonight before bed?”

“Which would you like fatty?” As I pinched her rolls that her pancakes tits rested on.

“Oh the ice cream, please Sir, I want to eat it after my shift tonight!” she said with some higher inflection in her voice.

“Well I want you to taste yourself before I cum in it.”

She was dipping her tongue towards her chocolate covered chin as I was going to pull the condom off when suddenly the sound from the TV went silent.

We both looked towards the living room and there holding the remote was a man, who I assumed to be her father? There were many of those cheesy family portraits around the house, you know the kind from a department store, everyone is in their Sunday best cloths or terrible sweaters? It was the same guy, only older looking than the photos.

We all stood in silence, the only sound was the refrigerator. It was awkward as hell. I had never been caught with my pants down before, quite literally. Normally when I dominated a married women or a sub with a boyfriend I did it at a hotel or my place. I hadn’t fucked a chick in her parents’ house since, well, since I was in school?

The funny thing was, no one moved, no one spoke, nothing. I sized up the situation on the spot. He didn’t come charging at me like you might expect a father to do seeing his baby girl getting fucked in his kitchen. He didn’t do anything. He just stood there. He was in early 50’s, in plain white dress shirt with no sleeves and plain black skinny tie. He looked like an accountant and a very meek one at that. A small man considering the size of her.

Finally Kyla spoke. “Daddy it’s not what it looks like, this is my.” I cut her off abruptly.

“Oh come on Kyla, this is exactly what it fucking looks like,” and she went silent.

How could it not? I mean seriously, she was naked, her hands were wrapped in her big girl panties, she had a cloth’s pin on each nipple, chocolate on her face with rainbow sprinkles all over her chubby body and the word chubby on her forehead in red lip stick. I mean for fuck sakes, own it, there was no talking our way out of this one.

Her Dad just stood there accessing the scene. I figure he had come home from work to get a ham sandwich or something and instead found his baby girl getting boned by a man twice her age. So rather than scramble for my pants I took a risk and shifted my hips forward pushing my cock back into her pussy.

She gasped, probably shocked at my brazen move but also she was getting filled up again and it had to feel good.

“I’m James by the way and I’ve been seeing your daughter for 6 months or so, here, in your house.” I paused and then continued, “so now that it’s all out in the open, here we are?”

I grabbed her tubby hips and slowly slid my cock in and out, very slowly.

“Don’t worry I’m wearing a rubber, I don’t want you to be a grandpa either!”

His face was getting some color back and he looked less like he’d just been hit with a frying pan in the head. He still hadn’t moved any closer to us.

I was still gently pushing my cock in and out of Kyla as she struggled to keep her head up towards her Dad but she was staring at the counter, not that I blamed her, this was fucking embarrassing for all of us, so long as this guy didn’t come after me with kitchen knife, we weren’t doing anything wrong, she was of age and it was consensual. So fuck it, I thought.

“What’s your name?”

“Uh, um, Ted,” he stammered almost sounding unsure of his answer.

“Hello Ted, will you being staying?”

It looked like he was going to speak but nothing came out. I pushed my meat into Kyla again, slowly but all the way.

“Uh, it’s just your mother and I thought that you and Cory were um, together that’s all and well uh, this is all just bit unexpected.”

I smirked , well this was an understatement!

Kyla went to speak again and I cut her off.

“Oh right, Cory, the boy, she fucks him too as I understand, isn’t that right Kyla?”

She was almost in tears by this point but didn’t speak.

“You know Cory too?” her Dad sounded stunned.

“Well he was here the last time I was and well, you know he’s pufter right, except that these 2 have sex too, so go figure, Cory and I got to know each other a little, nice young lad isn’t he?”

I winked at him as I said the word pufter.

I never broke eye contact with Ted from the moment he made himself known. He was a small man and I figured if he did actually bahis şirketleri come at me it wouldn’t be much of a fight, I was much bigger than he was, maybe he had established that too?

“Uh yeah, he’s a nice young lad.”

“He likes the boys you know?”

Ted nodded, “well that’s what we thought but you know, you don’t ask?”

At this point I wasn’t really fucking Kyla but I still had my cock lodged in her pussy as we stood having this very awkward conversation.

Ted was still processing the ridiculous position his daughter was in.

“Ted!” I announced with a slightly harder tone than I had been speaking.

“Uh.” he broke his stare from his daughter slut and looked at me.

“How long were you watching us before you turned off the TV?”

“oh, I was, I-ah, well I don’t, not long, I-ah, I just-ah”

“Ted, did you watch us fuck?”

He was silent and looked totally embarrassed, as we had been only moments ago but suddenly with a simple question, her father now appeared more awkward and embarrassed.

“It’s okay Ted, I would have watched you fuck if the situation was reversed.” I said with a playful tone.

Still nothing from him but his face was losing color again. Sensing a swing in control here I saw an advantage.

“Ted, if you don’t mind we’d like to finish up.”

“Oh right, yeah of course, I just, I-ah, Ill just go, to uh.” Poor Ted was mumbling and searching for words.

I cut him off.

“If it’s all the same to you feel free to help yourself to some ice cream or a donut.” I said harshly and slightly sarcastically.

I could see his eyes surfing the counter and starting to connect the dots on how and why his slut daughter ended up on the situation she was in. I decided now was the time to make my statement and I pushed my cock back into her.

“Ted, does any of this frighten you?”

“Uh, no, I guess not I just, you know Kyla is my daughter and this is very sudden”

“Yeah, well you baby girl likes to be boned and treated like a slut, that’s why she found me on-line”

“Does this bother you Ted, to see her like this?”

Ted was motionless and searching for a words. I didn’t let him answer.

“Ted I’m going to cum soon and I’m not sure if you want to watch but if you do, grab a chair,” as I gently pumped his tubby daughter over his kitchen island.

Kyla was almost in tears from this unexpected lunch visit from her Dad and her neck had to be kinked from being bent over trying to see her father but not making eye contact with him.

“Ted can you hand me that pint of ice cream, I’d like to feed her again, she’s been a good girl today and considering this situation is a little fucked, wouldn’t you agree?”

He moved towards the counter and picked up the ice cream container. His hand was trembling and he paused not sure what to do next. I pointed towards it and he handed it to me. He was only a few feet from his tubby naked daughter who had a cock inside her tight little, big girl cunny.

“Ted, I’m going to feed her some.”

The ice cream was virtually slop now that it had been on the counter forever. I reached for the wooden spoon and dipped it in the pint.

“Uh we’re trying to get her to lose some weight, she’s been on a strict diet administered by her mother.”

“Ted, seriously, that’s not a bad idea but really is this the time?”

“Uh, no, no, I guess not.”

“Plus I’ve gotten to like her chubbiness,” as I clutched a fat roll to show him as though it was a new discovery for him. Kyla appeared more humiliated (if that were possible) that we were talking about her weight but she was.

“Ted, if you are going to stay why don’t you fix yourself a drink and relax a little, I think you are making your little girl tense?”

He fumbled over to the counter and grabbed a lone bottle of cheap scotch from the cupboard and free poured into a tumbler and had a healthy gulp making a face as the booze burned on the way down.

“Kyla, I want you to get on your knees and suck me off.”

For the first time since I began degrading her she shot me a look of disgust and I wasn’t sure she was going to continue but to my amazement she did. I pulled the rubber off my cock and tossed it one the counter.

“It’s okay Ted, I didn’t cum in it yet.”

He looked relieved which was hilarious considering I just tossed a used rubber onto the counter that had moments ago been in his daughters pussy hole.

There was mashed donut on the floor but Ted was now starring at my exposed cock. The base of my cock was glossy with juice from Kyla’s pussy. Ted took another larger gulp from his tumbler finishing the scotch.

“Ted would you mind fixing me one of those?” I said pointing to his glass.

“Oh sure, right I should have offered you ah, yes mate let me.” He was nervous but I had given him a task and he was all over it.

He scurried to get me a drink.

“Ice?”

“No Ted, that’s fine, no ice, just the scotch.”

He handed me a glass 3 quarters full and apologized for not offering me one as he drained his second tumbler in one big gulp. Fucking perfect, I now had him apologizing for being a lousy host while his chubby daughter was on her knees waiting to polish my cock in his kitchen.