Superbusty Sabrina
By: William, Dollar Bill
Tags: Sex, Erotica, Sex Workers, Education, Culture

Superbusty Sabrina

photo by author of actual girl in the story

Let me say one thing before I begin: I‘m not one of those guys who goes stark raving mad for a huge set of delicious DDD’s! Yeah, I like big juggs as much as the next guy. But they don’t turn me into a quivering mass of fetal jelly like they do other men. Until I received the pictures of Sabrina in my e-mail box, that is. And then, bam! I was a big jugg man!

The incredible size…the smoothness…the weight. Ah! They just made me drool and throb, and had my heart beating like a hammer in anticipation of getting my grimy paws all over those wonders of nature. Egad! The feminine pulchritude was mind-boggling.

So I called to set up an Escort of the Month feature for Miss Honey. And was I ever glad I did. With all the insecure women in the world sporting those dopey non-hard-on inducing implants, here was finally a girl next door type blessed with 20 pounds of oh so suckable and supple slurpies!

Of course, being the man-about-town that I surely am (not), I didn’t want to wear my heart on my sleeve (so to speak) and jump the girl the moment I walked in the room. So I waited about three seconds before I couldn’t resist but tackle Sabrina to start sucking on those huge melons. Just kidding, guys.

Upon arrival, I was escorted into a small, cozy, and ambiently-lit room where Sabrina met me with a smile and a hug. And can this girl talk with her tits or what. You know…the type of lady who just rubs those big, soft things all over you like she doesn’t even know the havoc she’s wrought inside your pants?!?!

And it was excellent. I have had so many girls hug me hi and bye pressing those man-made softballs against my chest. What a joke next to the real thing. If any girl could get inside my brain and understand how I feel about implants versus real big naturals, they wouldn’t even bother spending two cents on those aberrations.

And the funny thing about Sabrina is that she’s a tit girl! As soon as I eased my rascal into her tightness she began feeling me up…palming my little chest and tweaking the nipples as I stretched her ever so gently.

“Oh mami! Te gusta mis tetas?” I teased her. A smile lit across her face as she continued feeling me up. I kind of lay on my side, curled up and nuzzled her delicious endowment, sucking them gently all while I stayed deep inside her pussy. Sometimes it pays to be a contortionist what with being able to perform both tasks simultaneously. But where there’s a will…there’s a way!

After a few positions etc., the half-hour was up and I blew a nice load deep inside Miss Sabrina. Rather than roll me off and rush me out, Sabrina began massaging my back while I was still on top of her.

Nice touch! I can’t remember the last time a girl did that for me. Amateur or pro! And best of all, while I was talking to the boss, Sabrina came up and buried my face in her juggs.

Yum! The madam had a “what the fuck is going on?” type look on her face. And all I did was treat the girl like she’s actually a human being — and not a receptacle for my unbridled lust. Go figure!

And while I’m at it, here’s a guide to how to handle yourself in a ho house so you can get the best session possible: