By the time I graduated at age 22, with an impressive degree in a potentially lucrative field, fit and healthy and considered handsome by most, I was popular despite my shyness and optimistic for the future. I already had money in my pocket, having made a couple of sound investments with what I'd made from part time work over the years. A well-spoken, well-educated and apparently charming young Englishman like me with a bit of cash should have been an alluring proposition for plenty of eligible young ladies, but in fact I had practically no experience in that area, and it wasn't just my shyness that had held me back. In fact I was acutely self-conscious about my body, to the point where I had avoided any intimate situation that came my way, conjouring excuses involving imaginary girlfriends, study commitments, anything that allowed me to extricate myself from any scenario which would have involved being seen naked. Fit and trim I was, but I was also painfully aware of one serious shortcoming.
At the age of 22 my penis, when fully erect, measured just shy of two inches. When flaccid it retracted into my body, disappearing almost fully. I knew even as a child it was tiny compared to others I had seen and it had shown no signs of growing as an adult. Oh, it functioned as it ought, no doubt about that - in fact it functioned to the point where, at age 22, I was masturbating six or seven times a day on average, sometimes more. I had been obsessed with sex for as long as could remember and the subject still consumed my thoughts pretty much constantly. I was an avid pursuer of pornographic magazines, particularly those featuring larger ladies. I would spend hours poring over magazines like Plumpers and Big Women, sweatily ogling the girls' huge boobs and bottoms and thighs, sticking the pages together with load after load of my spunk, never truly sated. The thought of the humiliation of displaying my miniscule penis to a real live woman always kept me from making advances, until, shortly after graduation, I decided the frustration was too much and made a decision.
As a frequent visitor to the local porno shops I had often glanced at the contact magazines, wondering whether paying for sex might be a safe way to finally ease a little of my frustration. Now I had plenty of cash it suddenly felt like less of a risk. I bought a contact mag, furtively sped home and spent ages indecisively leafing through it until I settled on Laura, who was from her pictures a plump, friendly-looking woman with huge boobies and an inviting smile. Trembling, I picked up the phone and dialled her number. She answered straight away with a cheery, breezy tone which went some way to putting me at my ease.
I told her I was inexperienced and a ittle nervous. "Oh don't you worry honey", she giggled, "I see a lot of inexperienced young men. Just come along and you'll see, you'll have nothing to worry about." We negotiated a price and I booked her for a two hour session that same afternoon, at her flat half an hour's journey from my home.
Standing outside her flat I almost turned and fled but, trembling, I rang the bell. Laura answered the door with a big smile, looking even prettier and sexier than in her photos. She dragged me inside, closed the door and planted a big kiss on my lips. My willy, already stiff, throbbed in my pants.
We went through to her bedroom, an attractive and softly lit room with a large bed and various uniforms hanging from the walls. We looked at each other.
She was blonde, a little taller than me at about six foot, plump but not huge though her breasts seemed gigantic to me. Would I really get to suck on these gorgeous big boobies? My willy twitched at the thought.
"Well darling, just you relax" she said after I'd handed her the money. "You take off all your clothes and get comfortable and I'll be back in just a moment."
She walked out of the room and I watched her lovely fat bottom swaying, which nearly sent me over the edge. I composed myself and clumsily undressed.
I hesitated as I started to remove my pants...but she was so friendly and reassuring, what was I so worried about? She's probably seen willies like mine before, I thought to myself, and pulled my pants down, red in the face and trembling with anticipation.
