I loved big boobs. It was my thing for as long as I could remember and now at 41 and married ironically to a lovely lady but with tiny tits, I took every opportunity to spend time watching, wanking and fantasising over huge chested ladies.
I had lots of go to women who I googled for videos or followed on only fans. Sara Jay, Amber Alena, Brandy Talore were just the tip of a huge ice berg of lust.
I'd seen pornstar Claudia Marie age over the years and with it become almost a caricature as her tits grew and grew, but still found myself obsessed with her massive mammories.
I often dreamed about meeting one of my idols and looked on enviously at any 'fuck a fan' videos I came across. I'd even reached out to stars in my homeland of England but never had any success.
It therefore seemed like fate when I found myself on Claudia's only fans one evening and spotted that the most recent photo was her in London. It had been posted only hours earlier. I had to say something.
Adding a $10 tip in the hope she'd see the message I gushed about what a huge fan I was, how I was here and was there any way she was meeting fans? I added that she loved her impregnation videos but had never done one with a Englishman. I signed off with a cheeky wink emoji.
I expected nothing back so was shocked the following morning when I saw I had a message from her.
'Thanks honey. I love the UK. Only here a few days and not filming but thanks for offering'.
She signed off with a wink too. Not wanting to give up yet I decided to try one last attempt. I wrote down my phone number, told her to WhatsApp me if she needed a local and added I wouldn't expect anything for free.
3 hours later I was sat at work staring in disbelief at WhatsApp from a unknown number.
'I have some freetime this evening. What did you have in mind?'.
My god. I was shook.
'Just a huge fan. Would love to spend an hour with you. Happy to do whatever it takes'.
I waited impatiently for a reply which when it arrived I opened with nervous trepidation.
'OK. Do you just want to meet or are you looking for an experience? I could film it if you agreed and would need $500'.
Was this real...it couldn't be happening but fuck it. Let's play along.
'Would love an experience. And happy for you to film although it might not be great! And let's say £500'.
Would I actually do this if she agreed. I was married. I had the money but it was huge amounts. I didn't have time to dwell as she responded quickly. She told me the hotel name, said 7pm and to call when there. And then a follow up message asked for a deposit of half the money and included her bank details.
This was probably a huge scam but I couldn't stop myself. I sent the money and replied to tell her I had and would see her later. Adding my name is Jim by the way.
'See you soon. C xxx'.
I left work at 5 and sunk 2 quick pints on the way to Central London having told my wife I was going for drinks with colleagues. I could hardly walk with nerves as I arrived outside the smart hotel and loitered awkwardly outside. I didn't think I could ring her so messaged instead saying I was here. If I couldn't even call how could I actually meet her. I was sweating.
It seemed to take an age until my phone vibrated with a room number.
Looking confident I strolled into the lobby and went straight to the lifts relieved when no one noticed me and the lift didn't require a door key to operate. I guesse 507 was on the 5th floor so arrived at the landing and slowly made my way to the door.
What was I thinking. This was ridiculous. It could be a set up. A scam. My wife might be there. All these thoughts raced through my mind but just as I considered fleeing a door just down the corridor opened and a head poked out.
