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 than 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 was doing a house call on a client who kept complaining that one of my crews did not do a good renovation of her bathroom. I had not been to her house before or met the woman. I rang the bell and the door was opened by a seventyish year-old black lady as fat as a hippo. I mean she had bulges of fat all over. She introduced herself as Serena, and lead me toward the bathroom.
Following Sarena, as we walked through the living room and hallway, I noticed that all her paintings were of white men serving black women. There were white men on their knees giving foot massages to black ladies, white men holding parasols over well-dressed black women and white men serving black ladies food on trays.
Sarena could barely fit through the standard twenty-four-inch bathroom door, she was so fat. Her ass and thighs rubbed on both sides of the opening as she walked through. I was in awe of how fat she was, and mesmerized by how her huge ass jutted so far out!
My guys had done a good job on her bathroom but they did leave a little excess grout in the corners, and she was not happy with the placement of the mirror and light, which were not centered perfectly over the vanity. I assured her that I would have a guy come over to fix those issues for her.
"Thank you, young man." She said in gratitude, "Your worker could not be bothered to fix these issues."
"I will send someone else." I assured her, and proceeded to ask about the artwork, "What
is up with all of your artwork?"
"Oh!" Sarena smirked, and went on, "In a perfect world white men would serve us black women, just as you have right now, by promising to fix your work. We deserve to be catered to."
I immediately recognized a great chance to debase myself and asked, "Can I maybe cater to you with a foot massage to atone for my workers lack of service?"
"That would be just." Sarena replied, "Follow me."
I followed her into her bedroom, where there were more black femdom art pieces. These were of a more sexual nature, of men in collars, leashed and led by black women. I knew I hit the jackpot with Sarena and felt the butterflies of shame flutter in my stomach.
She grabbed a tube of skin moisturizer, and beckoned me to continue following her. She walked back down the hallway and into the living room where she plopped her massive ass into the sofa. Sarena kicked off her flip flops, handed me the tube of moisturizing cream, and told me to get to work.
I applied a nice dallop to my hand and started kneading it into her foot. I had once taken a massage class together with a hot ex-girlfriend so I knew what I was doing.
"That is heavenly!" Sarena moaned, "You are as good the Asian place that I go to once a month."
"Glad to be of service." I replied, "I hope this is just the beginning."
"What do you mean by that, young man?" Sarena asked.
I explained to Sarena my penchant for humiliation. I explained to her that shaming and debasing myself gets me hornier than any foreplay or hot woman can. I told her that the more degrading a task I am commanded to perform the happier I am.
"How far would you go for gratification?" She asked, "What are your limits?"
I explained to her that I would never let anyone physically hurt me, put me in danger, cause bleeding or eat shit. But other than that, I would do just about anything.
"I notice that you have not ruled out drinking piss." Sarena stated.
"I would gladly drink piss." I assured her.
"Well then you are wasting your time on my feet." Sarena stated, as she lifted her dress above her massive belly and scooted her huge ass closer to the edge of the sofa. "Get up here and service my big cunt!"
By lifting her dress up Sarena gave me a perfect view of her huge, fat, cellulite ridden thighs. I was in awe. They were so big with ripples in the skin from all the cellulite. At the junction of these massive thighs was her huge cunt covered by plain white cotton granny panties.
She had a very thick bush of black and gray hair that could not be covered by the gusset of her panties. The hair grew on the tops of her inner thighs and up until it was covered by her huge gut. She shaved her legs only to just above her knees. Above that there was wild forest.
I teased Sarena by slowly kissing and licking up and down her inner thighs, from her knees to almost her crotch. I liked taking small rolls of fat into my mouth and just sucking on them giving her temporary hickies.
Sarena lifter her ass above the sofa and pulled the gusset of her panties to the side and stated, "It is time for the main course."
I could not see her pussy because it was covered in such a dense bush! I could see numerous elephant skin wrinkles where her thighs joined with her ass. I could smell her heavy musky scent and it both excited and revolted me. This was the fattest, nastiest body that I had ever seen and I was going to service it orally! I was so tuned on.
I parted her thick bush and pried her labia apart. The purplish inner folds were glistening with moisture. I leaned my head forward and licked her from taint to hood. Sarena moaned and I tasted a very pungent cunt. My shame burned deep into my gut. Here I was a great looking thirty-six-year-old man servicing a fat black woman who could almost be my grandmother!
I was right where I was meant to be. No one would eat such a nasty cunt, I thought to myself as I started lightly licking the folds of hair covered skin where the labia meet the taint.
It was almost as if Sarena was reading my thoughts. "It has been over thirty years since I have had my pussy serviced." Sarena moaned, "I have not had sex since before my husband died of cancer eight years ago. He would fuck me but he never went down on me since I became fat."
