Guest blog: Tit wanks helped me to love my big boobs

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Strap in for this week’s amazing guest blog: Katy is here to talk about tit wanks. I want to give you a proper introduction to Katy, because she’s the awesome creator of the Sexpots Podcast, a weekly chat about all things filthy and fun in which 3 of us (Katy, Bitsy and I) pull random sex topics out of a pot and chat about our experiences with them, and play games that involve us competing to guess obscure kinks. So far we’ve covered such topics as spanking, squirting, anal and a whole host of ‘first times’. During a recent recording, one of the topics that came out of the pot was ‘tit wanks’, and Bitsy and I sat open-mouthed in awe as Katy taught us how to deliver tit wanks with joy and panache. She’s here to share with you the secret, and how tit wanks taught her to love her tits…

Tit wanks helped me love my big boobs

I’ve always had big tits. And I mean BIG. They’re bigger than my head. My feelings towards my boobs have varied over the years.

As a teenager I was happy to be the first of my friends to get a bust. I enjoyed the attention my eye-catching set got me. Boys were always asking to see my bra.

But as I got older – and they got bigger – my tits outgrew the ones I was seeing in magazines and on TV. I started thinking they were too big. To hear over and over that ‘I’ve never seen ones as big as that before’ only confirmed my own fears that they were freakish.

Were my nipples too small? Could people tell that the right one was much bigger than the left? Was, as I’d been told, any more than a handful a waste?

But when I’ve met guys who love nothing more than a giant pair of jugs, then they’ve really hit the jackpot with me.

A party piece of mine is the ability to suck, lick and bite my own nipples. Drunken boasts have led to many a man asking to come home and see a demonstration. One boyfriend would make a show of wiping my pussy juice on my nipples and have me lick it off.

But despite the size of my chest, there has only ever been one person for whom I have perfected the tit wank. By his own admission, this guy was a “boob man”. The first time we kissed, his hands were on my tits and the same could have been said for every kiss after.

He loved looking at them, grabbing them, sucking on them, kissing them, biting them – then one day he asked to fuck them. He couldn’t believe I’d never done it before, assuming that everyone I’d been with previously had loved them just as much as him.

This is how I became a tit wanker.

I can picture it now. Him naked on the sofa. Hard cock in one hand, baby oil in the other, and an excited look on his face.

We all know that bodies, and boobs in particular, just look sexier when glistening in oil. And when you have a bottle on hand and bad intentions in your mind, the temptation is to cover yourself. But, if you’re an experienced tit wanker you’ll know that, when it comes to oil, less is more.

I would kneel down in front of him and let him rub the oil between my knockers, nicely coating the insides, but not (and you’ll thank me for this later) covering the outsides. He would then make a show of rubbing the oil over his cock and balls too, something that would make my cunt throb watching. Having him do the oil application meant my hands were oil free, as were the outside of my boobs. This allowed me to get a good grip on them as I wrapped them around his hard cock.

Now whenever I’ve watched tit wanks in porn, you get to see the cock slide between them, poking out with each thrust. That’s not what happens with me. My colossal boobs swallow that thing up and it cannot be seen. That didn’t seem to bother him though.

It’s all pretty straight forward from there. I would shake my girls up and down, and enjoy his moans.

Inevitably, after a few minutes having me work his cock with my cleavage, he would want to take over. Having me lie on my back and straddling me, so he gets to fuck my tits, rather than be wanked off by them.

When I was feeling particularly filthy I would lie back and request that he straddle my face so I could lick his arsehole as he banged my bosums.

What’s in it for me? My body being used for his sexual gratification is what gets my cunt wet. The heat of his throbbing cock slipping between my tits as my buxom bosom buries him. The warm patch he leaves behind and heady mix of cum and baby oil and the satisfaction that my freakish boobs can achieve something extraordinary.

Being an accomplished tit wanker has allowed me to appreciate the beauty that is my bountiful bosom. Watching my boob man lose himself in my chest, at times literally, allows me to see what he has seen. Yes my nipples are comparatively small to my 38HH breasts, yes the right one is approximately a quarter bigger than the left, but more than a handful is most definitely not a waste… when it comes to being a tit wanker, bigger is much fucking better.

Want more of Katy? She has other incredible stories to tell over on the Sexpots podcast (Sexpots on Spotify), where you can also hear Bitsy (who makes incredible cakes and never ends a good shag without giving someone the fingerguns) and I telling stories about our sex lives and occasionally taking the piss out of our long-suffering producer. Subscribe before Monday to hear our more in-depth discussion on tit wanks…

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