Truth or Truth

As the bitches lined up, he asked Candy to start:

Candy: "I always imagined fucking you after you gain a lot of weight. I secretly love fat men and I believe a man should be whatever size they want. A bitch shouldn't judge; they should be happy they're getting any cock at all. In my fantasy you come out of the restaurant one day, you weigh about 100 pounds more than you do now. Your huge gut sways beneath your waist line and your man tits are bigger then mine. As you lay your gorgeous obese body down, I come up to you and ask if I could have the honor of sucking your dick. You don't say yes or no, you just **** my head down to your cock. As I savor the taste of your man meat I smell that wonderful, familiar odor of a man who hasn't bathed for weeks. I ask you when you last showered and you say "a couple of weeks, I dunno". The stench drives me wild; I start sniffing bottoms of your soles, then up to your ass crack, then to your belly button. As I make my way to your armpits you roughly grab me in a headlock. You stand up, throw me on the couch, then start fucking me missionary style. You whisper "time to get what I want" as your huge midsection conceals my size one body underneath you. You move your big dick in and out of me, the weight of your body crushing me beneath you. I can barely breathe while you jackhammer my pussy. You then shoot your load inside of me, stand up, and tell me I need to look even hotter before you'll let me fuck you again."

Bethany: "I've always wanted to bust into the bathroom while you were taking a shit. I open the stall door and find you there, alone, on the toilet. Without either of us having to say anything I hop on your dick and we start fucking like animals. I begin screaming so loud that you have to ball up some toilet paper and shove it in my mouth to keep me quiet. You let me do all the work; I bounce on your cock while you are focus on pushing out your waste. A few minutes later I hear you release yourself into the toilet and at the same time you shoot your cum deep into my pussy. I stand up and flush the toilet behind you. You stand, push me down to my knees, then point at your dick which I quickly clean with my mouth. You turn around, point to your ass hole, and I make sure every inch of your ass crack sparkles. Finally, you ask me if the inside of toilet bowl is dirty. When I stick my head in to check, you push my head down into the water. The sounds around me are muffled by the toilet water though once you flush I hear you laughing and calling me a "toilet bowl slut". You then tell me to wait there until the next time you have to shit."

Monique: "When I was fat the only guys who fucked me would make fun of how big I was. After a while, being fat shamed turned me on more than the fucking itself. I fantasize that you drag me into the kitchen and **** feed me fatty foods while smacking my tits and oinking at me. Every time I start to cry you slap me across the face and tell me that I can't cry till I clean off my plate. You would take dessert puffs, rub them around your ass hole, then shove them in my mouth. After I finished off a good part of the bakery section, you would bend me over and start fucking my ass from behind as you shoved my face into a chocolate cake. I would hear you fat shame me, saying things like, "piggy like her cake?", "you're lucky to get fucked you disgusting fat bitch", and "fat women usually only get to lick ass, you should be honored to have my cock". You would eventually pull out, grab a decadent fudge ball, and cum all over it. As you began moving the fudge ball towards my mouth, you would quickly pull it away and slap my face instead. You would tell me that I was too fat to receive your cum; I didn't need the calories. You would walk out of the kitchen, then proceed to sensually hand feed the cum covered fudge ball to another, skinnier bitch."

Rosie: "Troy, I used you before, so I would want you to use me. Not just use me as in use a hole to make yourself cum. I want you to use me as an actual object. Maybe handcuff my hands above my head, tape them to the bathroom wall, and turn me into a urinal for a day. Or put a cloth over my back and serve dinner on me while I was on all fours. If you had an idea and wanted to write it down, you could take a marker and make notes on my ass cheeks. I could lay down in front of you so you didn't have to step in a puddle, I could throw out all the toilet paper in the hotel and use my tongue to clean you. My only purpose would be to replace something you already have. What fun is it to piss in a boring old urinal? You could piss on me, use my mouth, even conserve water by having me swallow your yellow gift instead of flushing. It would fulfill my destiny as something less than a bitch while giving the products you use here a cum guzzling upgrade."

Nicole: (Unintelligible through the paper bag).

Ashley: "Troy, you start by pushing me down on the ground. You bend over, pick my head up by my pony tail and continually slap my face as hard as you can. I would want my cheeks to show your hand print. Then, you lay your body on top of mine and shove your cock in my ass while your **** me. You only let go when I start to turn blue. Next, you turn me over and start fucking my ass while you whip me with something. A riding crop or belt perhaps. You would climax in my ass hole, then flip me over onto my back. I would clean your cock of my ass juices while you roughly slapped my tits."

They were done, and the answers were disgusting. The answer that surprised Troy the most though came from Ashley. He thought she was this sweet, innocent girl. It turns out that her mind was as filthy as his. He wanted to some more about her.