Forward
I am a thirty-six year old, good looking, rugged, bisexual male. I am very athletic, in great shape, with good Nordic looks. I ride motorcycles, love extreme sports, am well educated with a degree in Engineering and an MBA, own my own successful business, have lots of friends and am sought after by attractive women. I love having relationships with great looking women and also love having occasional flings with men. There is a darker side to me though. I love humiliation. It makes me hornier that anything and gives me those oh so nice butterflies in the belly. This series is about how I get this humiliation by having sex with very unattractive people that very few would touch. I get off on sexually servicing these people that would probably not be getting any sex if it were not for my debasement. This series is a few of my adventures and each chapter can be read on its own.
I love riding motorcycles, and on nice days I like taking rides outside of my city. I love riding for an hour or so and stopping at local Redneck bars or Honky Tonks and having a couple of beers. These places are great because you meet the locals of whatever small town you are in and the patrons are usually fine with their lots in life. It is not like in the trendy city bars and clubs where everyone is trying to show how great they are.
One Saturday I rode to a small town about two hours outside of my city. The ride was great, all on back country roads. When I reached this town, full of Main Street decayed old buildings I noticed a bar. I stopped in and ordered a beer. There was a college football game being played on a big screen and the few patrons were really into the game.
Two seats down from me on the bar was an old very fat lady. She was probably mid-sixties about five foot four and well over two hundred pounds. She had shoulder length blond bleached hair. Her face was not that wrinkly because the fat stretched her skin out but one side kind of sagged, I guess because of a stroke. She had HUGE saggy tits, a big gut that protruded more than her tits, a humongous ass that flowed off the bar stool and very thick thighs. I could see the cottage cheese texture of her thighs very easily because she was wearing shorts.
She kept talking to me about the game and the players of team she was rooting for. Since she was talking a lot to me, I moved a seat down to be next to her. She seemed happy with my move and continued talking about various players and how great they were. I listened politely and made a few comments of my own.
I learned that her name was Phyllis and confirmed by her slurred speech that her half sagging face was definitely from a stroke.
Within five minutes she spread her massive cottage cheese thighs so the one next to me touched my thigh. I pushed my thigh into hers with a little more pressure and she did not mind at all, so I started touching her with my hand when we were talking to each other. On various plays she would grab onto my thigh which was less than a quarter the size of hers.
My cock was as hard as it would get. She was the perfect woman for me to humiliate myself with, and I leaned in to listen to her with interest as she talked. The thought of burying my head in her old fat snatch sent shivers of horny shame through my bones!
When the game ended, I started asking her personal questions about herself and her life and she was thrilled to answer in length. I found out that her Husband had died from a work-related accident eight years go and that she had never dated or been with a man since. Her kids were all grown up and lived with their spouses. She lived by herself in a mobile home, four miles away and comes to the bar to watch games.
By now she was holding my hand tightly and I knew that I was going to service this fat old lady. Finishing my beer I told her, "I never drink more than two beers in a bar. I don't want a DUI and I need to be safe on my motorcycle."
"That's a shame." She slurred, "I am having so much fun talking to you."
"I am also having a great time and don't want to end the conversation." I replied. "Why don't we go back to your place and continue?"
She quickly agreed with as much of a smile as she could manage. I told her I would follow her to her trailer on my motorcycle.
When she got up off the bar stool I could she even better how fat and cellulite ridden she was. Her thighs and arms just wobbled as she said good bye to the bartender and waddled out the front door. She was disgusting and I was going to humiliate myself be feasting on her!
She hoisted herself up into an old beat-up pick-up truck as I put on my helmet and revved my bike. Within five minutes we were at her trailer.
I followed her in and she took two cans Keystone beer out fridge and opened them for us. I took a sip from mine and said, "Thank you."
