Jackie was not fat; she was overweight she knew. But the one was the same as the other for her and her relationships. It was Friday night and she was once again alone in bed pleasuring herself. Driving the dildo again and again into her wanton cunt. She was moaning and begging for release saying "deep, deeper, shove it into me, I am your slut", or similar while her cunt sloshed its juices out and around the eight-inch rubber phallus and balls she used. She occasionally pinched one of her nipples that were pierced and had small rings in them currently. This would cause her to increase the speed of the phallus as it was slammed repeatedly into her cunt.
Finally, she bit down on her hand as she screamed into it as her orgasm rippled through her body. She was gasping for breath and sweating as she laid in her bed. She finally was able to pull the dildo from her dripping slit and place it at her lips before pushing it fully into her mouth and throat. This was a recent development for her, tasting herself after masturbating, but it was something that she had quickly developed a liking to. She was able to push the full eight inches into her mouth and throat without gagging on it, like she had a few months ago. She then used the dildo to face fuck herself, pulling it to her lips on occasions to grab a breath before pushing it once again fully into her throat, the fake balls resting on her chin and lips. She had learned to lick those same balls recently, thinking about what it must feel like to a man, dreaming about doing that to the man she needed.
At the first she worried about the taste of her cunt, but the more and more she did it, she found she loved its taste and was soon craving it after her masturbation sessions. As for those sessions, they had become more frequent as the time went by. She was 26 and had no real hopeful outlooks on the horizon. This lent itself to her masturbating almost every Friday night, most Saturday nights, if not at least once during the day on Saturday, and once or twice during the week, Tuesday or Wednesday nights.
She finally slowed the assault of her throat and pulled the dildo from her quivering lips. She knew if she touched her clit right then, she would probably orgasm again. Placing the dildo aside on her nightstand, she pulled the soaked towel from under her and sniffed her discharge before placing it beside the bed. She would throw it into the wash in the morning.
Jackie sighed and rolled over and some tears escaped her eyelids before she reached down and pulled the sheet up over herself. Her life was not what she wanted or deserved she thought. She had a pretty face, C cup breasts, probably as a result of the weight, hips that swung when she walked, and she was friendly to most people. Why could she not get a man in her life. The few one night stands she had, were disasters. Never even approaching going to her or his place. The men wanted a woman but were not really willing to do anything like her, they wanted the thin statuesque women, or so they said. Like those women would even look at those losers. But losers were all she could get to look at her and were not what she wanted.
The following day she got a call from one of her work friends, Amanda. "Hey Amanda. What's up?"
"Well, are you busy tonight?"
"No"
"Okay, you're coming out with us and no buts."
Jackie thought about it for a second and shrugged. "Okay, I guess. Where we going? Clubbing?"
"Well sort of," Amanda replied. "Kali heard about this hypnotist that was funny at the Orion Club and talked me into going. So, I am talking you into going."
"Wait, hypnotist. Are we going to be clucking chickens tonight or are you even thinking this through?"
"Well, yeah, I guess. It won't be bad Jac. I mean, come on, what's the worst he can do? I mean really."
After several minutes Jackie gave in and said she would go. Later that night, Jackie, dressed in a casual set of jeans and blouse that was cut somewhat deep in the front, walked into the Orion Club with Amanda and Kali. The whole way there Kali had been describing what she had heard from several people that had attended this guy's show. The club was not packed, probably about fifty people, so about half full for the show. Jackie did not think this was good for someone who had all of the merits that Kali mentioned and it being a Saturday night and all.
They found a table and sat and ordered some drinks. Jackie went with a beer that she liked and sipped it waiting for the show, now and then adding her two cents to the conversation that Amanda and Kali were having. Amanda was about 28 or so, and had a decent body. Blonde and she acted like one frequently at work and when they were out. But she was a good time to be around so Jackie did not mind the flightiness too much. Kali was the looker of the two. Why she did not have a man on the hook Jackie had no idea. About 28, same as Amanda, but the statuesque figure that the guys she had had dates with were always drooling over. Brunette with mid back hair, at least a C cup, maybe larger, and had to be the typical 34-24-36 figure that made all men drool.