I had been a little worried, but none of them were rough with her. They touched her reverently, stroking her long, heavy tits gently, exploring her enormous nipples with their fingers tenderly, hefting them in their hands and shaking their heads in awe at the privilege.
Millie signed her most obscene naked pictures with autographs fitted to them:
"Don't you love my big swinging milkers? You got to feel them for real! Love and gallons of bare tits, Millie"
"Enjoy my bare open pussy as you jack off to me! Love and sloppy shaved cunt-meat, 'Shoot-It-To-Me' Millie"
"I'm your big fat naked fucking toy! Love and sperm-splattered rolls of hot fat, your chubby naked Millie"
"Wanna come play with my toys? Come feel my big bare tits and pull on my nipples! Oh, wait--you did! Love, Millie"
"I wish you could fuck me like this! I love it from behind! Love and juicy pussy squeezes on your squirting cock, Millie"
"I wish I could suck on your bare, hard dick! Think about me slobbering all over your spurting dickhead! Love, Millie"
"Squirt lots of cum to this one--I'll be dreaming of your hot sperm splattering all over my open hole! Love, Millie"
She knelt there naked for hours, writing filthy messages and letting hundreds of guys play with her bare, dangling milkers and tug on her long nipples.
Every now and then she came, and she'd give the guy who did it a kiss right on the mouth and write "You made me COME!" next to her autograph in a big heart.
A lot of the guys came, too. Most of them had wet spots showing on their pants anyway, and more than a few shuddered and spasmed a little when they got their hands on Millie's sweetly hanging bare breast-meat. She'd giggle and wink at them when she saw it, and sometimes she'd reach out and give their cocks a little squeeze.
Kneeling as she was, with her fat thighs apart and leaning forward, everyone in the room could see her bare wet pussy hanging open as she worked. A few of the guys reached for it, but they were stopped by one of the two bouncers that stood by her. We were there for hours.
Millie insisted on writing a long, filthy message every time, to give her fans a chance to get a good long feel of her tits--and something to jack off to when they got home. The line moved slowly, but no one left.
Around 3 AM, the last guy finally got his autograph and his feel--and as a consolation prize for being last in line, Millie offered him her fat nipples to suck.
He sucked them both and made her come twice--he was apparently pretty good at it--and on another page of his magazine, Millie wrote, "You made me come TWICE and I squeezed your bare dick!" He read it and gaped at her. She just smiled at him--and gestured at his pants. He feverishly whipped his fly open and pulled it out, all of five inches long and hard as a fencepost, and--after looking at me for permission--Millie reached out and gave it a gentle squeeze and a little shake. He shot his load all over her plump white arm, and she giggled and kissed him.
What the hell. He was an old guy, kind of sad-looking, and he deserved it for waiting so long. He didn't look so sad when he left.
Millie wiped the cum from her arm with a Kleenex, and then gave me a long, sloppy French kiss that left me gasping.
"Thank you for making me do all this, Jeffie," she breathed into my mouth. "This was the scariest and most, best fun I ever had. I felt like a goddess."
"You are, Big Tits," I said. "You're the Goddess of Cum. I'll bet you'd have to measure the cum you pulled out of all those guys tonight in gallons."
She giggled tiredly, and we finally went back to her dressing room where she slipped into a robe I'd brought her to wear home.
She slept for twelve hours, but the little sex bomb--okay, the BIG sex bomb--came hard, once more, before she went to sleep.
I didn't touch her. I just reminded her that she had to do it all again the next night, and again the night after.
She shivered in her sleep every now and then. And smiled.
I love my Millie.
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