A big florid-faced man whom she had never seen before kept staring anxiously at her legs. Re-crossing them, she gave him a quick glance at her uncovered pussy. Noticing his excited reaction, she slowly walked to his table and leaned over, exposing her luscious big boobs. "Good evening, sir, is everything all right?"

"Yes-yes, thank you, Miss," he stammered, staring at her with little pig eyes embedded in his fat, red face.

"Well," she whispered suggestively. "If there's anything you want, just ask, and I mean anything."

His beady little eyes followed her back to her stool, and when she turned around, re-crossing her legs again, she saw the perspiration glistening on his red, puffy face.

Winking at him, she slowly got up and walked into the kitchen.

"Ma," she said. "There's a big fat slob out there who's down to fuck me, but he's afraid to ask. Why don't you go out and make a proposition to him."

Her mother returned in a few minutes with a big smile on her face. "God, honey, he's really hot to trot. He says he'll even give us an extra ten bucks if you'll give him a special treat."

"What the hell does he mean by a special treat?" she asked.

"Probably wants a blow job," laughed her mother.

"Okay," she giggled, opening the back door. "Get the money and send him out to the trailer."

Libby was lying naked on the bed when she heard the knock.

"Come in," she purred.

She hadn't realized how disgustingly fat he was until she saw his huge girth squeeze through the door. Puffing and panting, he sat down on a chair to remove his shoes, his big protruding stomach making it a laborious operation. When he was finally undressed, Libby stared at his prick, almost obscured by his massive, sagging belly. Although his cock was fully erect, it wasn't more than two inches long.