By now Taylor’s old life was completely wiped from her memory, she could no longer remember being a track star and Olympic hopeful, instead, she looked forward to her appointment at the tanning salon. She had a standing appointment every week to spend thirty minutes in the tanning bed, sometimes going multiple times a week. She was obsessed with being tan and loved the way her bolted-on tits looked with tan lines. Taylor’s lips felt odd and stiff for a moment before she remembered that she got lip fillers, she hated how tiny her lips were and one of her many lovers convinced her it would look better when she sucked dick if she had fake lips.

Taylor’s life as an athlete no longer existed, she was never the captain of a track team, and she certainly never entertained the idea of being an Olympic-level athlete. She was only ever a trailer trash whore, moving from one man to the next in an attempt to coast off of his money and avoid working. She would earn her keep by fucking him better than he ever had been before, the only skill she ever bothered to perfect. The fortune teller snapped her fingers once more and the world began to move around them again, Taylor gave her temples one last rub as the fog dissipated from her mind. “Hey like, what was I doing again?” she asked the lady. “You wanted your fortune read. The old woman responded. “Oh yeah... that’s right, what’s my future going to be? Will I get married to my boyfriend?” The trashy girl asked, adjusting her firm tits inside her bra. “Not to him, she said, but you will be married eventually.” “Aw, that’s a shame, like maybe I can get him to pay for another boob job before he dumps me,” Taylor said with a giggle.

“You will have many more of those.” The woman said shortly, wishing she would move on already. Before Taylor could ask another question, she felt a hand roughly smack her ass, causing her to jump. She turned around and saw a man behind her, he had a scraggly beard and a large beer belly that hung out of the bottom of his shirt, despite his horrid appearance she smiled at him. “Hey honey, ready to get going?” He asked. “Sure, thing Dave,” Taylor said as she looped her arm through his, her plastic tits pressed against his side. “You know babe, my boobies just don’t seem big enough, do they?” She asked pouting her lip. “Now that you say it, they are rather small,” He said looking down at her cleavage as they walked, this nympho had the biggest fake tits he had ever seen but he continued, “Why don’t we look for another surgeon that can make them bigger.” Taylor giggled at the thought of bigger boobs and said “Yayyyy, when we get home, I’m going to titty fuck you until you blow your sticky cum all over me.”

. . . . .

Several months after meeting the fortune teller who changed her life, Taylor was now living in a trailer with a new man, she had dumped Dave the day after her most recent boob job and moved in with a man a few trailers down who she had been cheating with for months.

During this time, Lain had made an offer to her that she couldn’t resist if she wanted another boob job, he would help her save by letting men come to their trailer while he was at work and pay for sex. In another life, Taylor would have been appalled by an offer to pimp her out but now, all she wanted to do was share her plastic titties with the world and this was the easiest way to save without getting a real job. What she didn’t know was that he was hiding most of the money from her, but she was too dumb to figure it out, she would smoke weed all day and wait for her next appointment, never knowing who would walk through the door. Taylor sat in her cracked leather recliner, taking a hit from a bong when a knock came at the door. “Cominggg” she called out. As she got up from the chair another impatient knock came at the door, “I paid for an hour and I won’t have it wasted!” a man yelled.

Despite his urges she took her time getting to the door, she stopped in front of the full-length mirror by the door and looked at herself. Lain made sure to buy her plenty of lingerie so she could have a clean set any time a man came for a session. Taylor opened the door as the man on the other side had his hand raised to knock on it again. His mouth hung open as he saw the woman before him, forgetting his anger for being held up. She had her hair up in a set of pigtails, perfect for using as handlebars when she was being throat fucked. Taylor’s massive fake tits sat in a red bra with the centers removed so her bright pink nipples were completely exposed. She had a trim but slightly pudgy stomach but wore a short skirt that gave easy access to any man who came through the door.

The man stepped through the door and took her in his arms, her firm tits pressed against his chest but the plastic inside them made it so they barely squished between them. She looked up at him with doe eyes and caressed his growing bulge through his paint-splattered work jeans, encouraging it to grow bigger for her. She guided him into the living room and made him stand by the couch. She lowered herself to her knees so she was level with his dick and she used her teeth to undo his belt, lowering his zipper in the same fashion. As his now loose pants fell to his ankles she could smell his musty cock, it was clear he had just gotten off of a shift and came right over. She ignored it and used her hands to pry his sweaty underwear off, his small cock springing out of its restraints. Taylor giggled as it smacked her chin when it sprung out and rested on her plumped-up lips, she

took his manhood into her mouth and tasted his sweaty meat. She had had worse and pushed through it, secretly enjoying how dirty of an act this was. She used one hand to stroke his shaft while massaging his balls, her usual technique that could make a man blow in seconds if she wanted, but she learned that men would often want a refund if she was too quick so she wouldn’t let him cum yet. When she felt him begin to tense up, she stopped stroking him and pushed him onto the couch, he wordlessly followed her lead and let her slide up between his legs. She lifted her fake tits onto his lap and let them rest on his stiff cock, rubbing it beneath them before she guided it into the valley of skin between her bolt-ons. The man’s head leaned back as she began titty-fucking him, most men loved this part and often requested it for the entire session they hired her for. This guy was no exception, he watched her tits bounce with his dick between them, the tip of it peeking out before disappearing between her mounds of plastic. The man began grunting, his breathing becoming labored as he began to get close to the finish line. “Oh god,” he said, “I’m gonna cum.” “cum for me” she begged “I want you to paint my face with your thick cum.” He grunted his approval and she continued, a stream of words streaming out of her mouth as she degraded herself “I’m such a whore, cover my fake tits with your load, I’m a dirty and cheap slut, I only exist to make you cum, please give it to me, please, please, please.” She begged as she lost herself to her arousal. She was hoping he would make it past the titty-fucking so she could feel his dick in her pussy, but she couldn’t deny that she loved making men come more than her own pleasure.

The man’s hips bucked as he finally came, she giggled uncontrollably as rope after rope spewed from his cock, the majority of it covered the top of her tits in cum but some still made it to her chin, which she licked off with her tongue, savoring the salty taste of his jizz. The man thanked her as she sat on her knees, wiping the cum off of herself with a rag and tasting some before throwing it aside. She wasn’t sure why but ever since she first gave a guy head, she absolutely loved their cum, the taste was such a treat to her. She didn’t notice him leave but she saw the wad of cash sitting on the side table that was her tip, her boyfriend handled the actual payment, but it wasn’t uncommon for the men to leave a little something extra.