I’m Not the Only Pervert In the Library!

Hmm.
Maybe I should just give up on typing out that ‘Jail Journal’ I was going to release and just type these regular entries, unless people really are interested in reading ‘The Blackstreetbbw.com Webmaster Goes to Jail’ story. If you are, let me know and I’ll go back and get on it when I go on my typing spree… Or maybe I’ll just type it anyway…
Anyways, I got inspired to type today’s story because I was sitting in the public library finishing reading my Blackstreetbbw.com email so I could move onto some very important non-blackstreetbbw related business pertaining to my money when I heard a librarian behind me say “Excuse me sir. I’m going to have to ask you to leave.” -And I was totally cool with it because I actually wasn’t the pervert she as talking to!

  There was this cute, busty pregnant girl with a bright smile with her kid and her man all entering the library together as I walked in… or at least I thought that was her man from the way he was walking so close to her! Turns out he was using the fact that she had to pass through the entrance door as an excuse to cop a feel and keep on going! And to think I let a man that wasn’t even with her ruin my candid camera video by ending it early, before I got the chance to do what I really like doing and tape her going up the glass-railed stair. I really love getting footage of women walking up or downstairs, and getting a candid video of a bigly pregnant woman walking up the steps, especiall with a glass side rail so I can stand below her and aim right up, well, I got one going down that stair before, but not up, and I don’t know when I’ll have another shot at that kind of thing!
I should’ve known he wasn’t with her when I saw that weird looking dude walking off seperately. He just looked funny from the moment I first saw him though. I really hope I don’t look too much like him when I’m shooting my candids… Hmm, now. Do I …?
Anyways, the rest of the conversation went like this:
Perv: “Okay. Why?” …Almost reminds me of what I would’ve said and how… except I wouldn’t’ve made myself sound so stupid. Scary.
Librarian: “Because you’re in here touching people. You have to respect people’s personal space. You can not go around touching people you don’t know. “
Perv: “Okay”
Librarian: “You have to leave now. And don’t come back on the premises. “
*Large security guard man points at door*
Perv: “Okay”

Pretending to be grabbin’ a book when really he’s grabbin’ a boob! Pretending to be walkin’ past when really he’s wantin’ ass! That’s funny. 🙂
Here’s your pic of the preg:
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Blast from the Black Street BBW Past Part 3 of 3: Heartbreak

Okay.
Only one more ‘Blast from the Blackstreetbbw Past’ story left. I shouldn’t really’ve told these stories when they were ‘due’, because I really needed a platform like this blog for them to fit in, but yeah, if you’ve been paying super close attention to blackstreetbbw Breasts Section, and you’re a long time member with a great memory who, like, hung on my every word, then you know this story’s old and long overdue. In retrospect, it’s really not all that heartbreaking at all, but the ‘Heartbreak Story’ was very heartbreaking and disheartening at the time!

It all revolves around my classic (original) candid camera, and this innocent [teenage] college girl.
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My original camera was a wireless one with a reciever that was supposed to have a 300 foot range (that was a selling point that influenced my purchase descision!), but the range was not even 300 centimeters (wait, did I say that on this blog somewhere before?). That short range was one of the main reasons so many of my original videos kept going in and out, or almost going out so you had to watch the woman through the static. I mean, I’d just put the camera up to get a good shot down, and the video goes down! Ugh. Come to think of it, that’s got to be why it took so long for me to learn how to ‘fly’. (That’s my name for my candid filming technique where I stretch or something to get the camera way up high and ideally shoot straight down at her. Really makes really good moments for big breasts and big pregnant belly videos when it works.) I had to get a camera I could ‘fly’ with first! That stuff and this picture leads us right into the story.


I saw this little stacked shorty with a little bit of bouncing going on (It looked like a ton at the time!), and I followed her jiggly tail all the way across her little campus. It was great because I’m tall and she’s short, so I didn’t have to lift the camera very high to get a good downblouse. I figured the camera was close enough to the reciever hidden at my waist level to work great since it worked from that level in the past. I followed her for almost ten minutes– and came back with crap! Something was wrong with my aging candid system of crappitty crappy crap equipment, so everytime I put the camera up on her so it could look at her not-so-low-cut-showing-but-bountiful-enough boobs on her boobs-too-big-for-her-short-little-chocolate frame, the picture went completely out!!! Well, almost completely out!
FUCK!!!!!!
You would not believe the angry frustration! I missed the greatest juggs-jiggling-as-she-walks video I’d ever seen because my old ass, shitty video reciever (or was it the camera that was so shitty?) needed a bullshitty ever-so-slight tuning adjustment!!! I made the adjustment to it so I could continue with what would prove to be an aweful candid camera day, but what I really wanted to do was destroy that video reciever and call it a day! I’d gone into the student’ 24 hour study room to watch the video, because I was so excited about what I’d just done that I couldn’t wait until I got home like I normally would’ve done, and I got so mad in there over what I somehow thought would be an irreplaceable blackstreetbbw video that I actually strongly considered calling it quits on blackstreetbbw! I actually considered shutting blackstreetbbw.com down completely and for good over that heartbreaking loss I was so mad!! Good thing I had sense enough, and a cool enough head- important so I wouldn’t destroy my equipment- to know that you don’t make important descisions while you’re mad.

  Back then I didn’t where or how to capture the titty tata bounce so it was a pretty big loss, but somehow I’ve managed to actually get good at that. Seems weird that that kind of thing’s something you can actually increase your skill at, but I feel like I’ve gotten so good at it now with this new camera and experience I have that I’m one of the best jello cleavage catchers on the ‘net now. That’s probably a bit far fetched much, of course, but I know how to get them bouncing titties with my new camera when I put my mind to it, it seems. I’ve yet to make another video of the tit bouncing phenomenon that’s anywhere near nine minutes, not even with excessive slow motion repetitions to draw it out, and usually get candid shots of the tit jiggler’s jiggle rack as she walks it by me, rather than me walking alongside her catching it, so I’m a little short on the kind of footage I’d done there… but as I look back wtih the fresh footage I have now, it just seems like I was overreacting.

Wild and Crazy Night in Burger King: Blast from the Black Street BBW Past Part 2 of 2

Here’s another blackstreetbbw.com story I’d been waiting forever to tell, but this one, I was really waiting for a moment to tell it that I just couldn’t find until I had a blog. Telling it in the Bonus Section… just didn’t feel right.

If you liked any of my classic blackstreetbbw.com vids, (those ugly silent ones shot with my original camera setup), and you like bare thighs and cellulite, then you’ll cry when you read this story! I promise!

  It really started a long time before all this because wear really showed with my original candid bbw spy gear setup, but it practically started when it really started to die. It got to the point where getting my wireless hidden camera, f*cked up wireless video reciever and jacked up video recorder with it’s half-dead special lithuim rechargeable batteries (I used regular rechargables for the 9v one for my camera and ELEVEN AAs for the recorder. [for more info on my setup, read yesterday’s entry on my getting banned from a Target store and look in there for it]) to all work was getting so difficult, and was having such a clearly degrading effect on what was left of the hardware- oh, and by he way, my first video reciever died on me, so I was on the second of those, and this one was looking not-so-hot too- that I was asking myself one day: “What if I turn it all on when I see some bbws and this turns out to be the last time this stuff ever works? The next time I cut it all on was that time…! The original equipment never worked again after that filming run! “What if this is the last time this stuff ever works? If it is, then I’m wasting my last use, so I hope it isn’t!” Too bad. TOO bad!
I rode to Wal-Mart before work… and it didn’t work! It was good that I’d parked my bike off on the side of the store in the trees a distace from the door so I could sit outside and fuss with the equipment in what would’ve been peace if I hadn’t been cursing the setup for being broken. Just had to use the store without the camera and miss some interesting, but non-essential bbws, like this white girl with an interesting bulge in the shape of the curve of her hips and thighs. Nothing to cry about though. Not yet.
  Once in a while I’d see a(some) hot thick one(s) at the college Burger King I was working at at the time, and I just knew that the night my equipment was broken’d be the night something unforgettable happened, so I actually brought some tools with me so I could attempt to fix my rigged-up-at-home, overly complex and expensive camera setup during my lunch break that night!
I NEED TO FINISH THIS STORY STILL

Another Trip, [NOT] Another Adventure

Well I just finished a bbw filming-without-permission trip to Virginia Beach for blackstreetbbw.com, and I got to say that this trip was a little less eventful than the others, although I did see a little wierdness on the bus on the way there.
It still had it’s moments starting with this nasty white fat lady I saw when I got to the Wal-Mart (a bUw!).

Have you ever seen this?
The woman was outside washing herself with her own spit in from of a trash can. And not clean spit either. Nasty mucous sounding spit. Her knockers must’ve been filthy to deserve the treatment she was giving them, and for them to actually be getting clean from this process! “HhhAAACcKk!! Ptooie!” Then she used what she’d just spat out onto a napkin to reach into her big Kool-Aid-Man red t-shirt and wash her breasts! Yuck! Wouldn’t want to handle those!

 Event Two: I hit Wal-Mart out there for the second time, thinking maybe there’d be some bbw there this time around. Things’d been hot at the mall, but the best women had already left. Plus, I wa kind of hoping that some of them had left for Wal-mart. There was this one woman in there that was really hot, but I was thinking like ‘I bet she’s not going to Wal-Mart. With my luck, this woman right there with the way smaller breasts is going there.’ I was actually right on that. Exactly right. Too bad. I also thought the assoicate there that officially put the ‘ass’ in ASSociate would be on the clock as [seemed]always. I was right on that point too. And on a third point: taping her today would be overshooting her.
I already knew I’d been creeping her out with my saturday appearances. I knew that from the last time I’d gone there and had the audacity to get in her checkout line. She helped all the customers before me, but called a male associate over while she was doing it. When he asked her why she needed him she replied something like “Do I really need to tell you?”, and turned her register over to him when she’d gotten through the customers to me. Then she went and ‘hid’ behind her girlfriend at the next register, like she could hide her big behind. The guy was totally professional with me, rung me up, and then the girl took her register back from him (I’m almost positive ’cause I saw her walk right back, but I didn’t want to look too obvious looking back like that so I stopped short of finding out for certain.). But yeah, that’s what happened last week.
What happened involving this big booty beauty this week was I was trying to get a dangercam video out of her, and I was like ‘this has to be my last video of her because I’ve clearly overshot her’ [my personal definition of overshoot: To videotape a girl knowing full well she’s on to me and is about to say something or take some other kind of action.] I knew better than to get in her line, so I got in the next line over, the one that’d give me the rear- and superior- view anyway. Then the video got ruined by one of AOL’s official hated grocery shoppers: the person who will not move their cart up so the people behind them can get their groceries on the belt. Or in my case, get thier body into prime shooting position. Booty girl’d seen me there using her paranoia skill,so I really need the bitch in front of me to move her shit, but she wouldn’t, and I was in no real spot to try and ask or make her. Didn’t want to make noise or my plans any more obvious.

Booty girl got on the intercom and called for a manager at her register. I knew I was running out of time, and the woman in front of me would not move. I’m thinking ‘Once that red coat gets here, I’m gonna have to run, vid or no vid.’ Of course, the dangercam was running hot the whole time, so technically I did have a vid, and I was able to move up a little at the last second as she simultaneously moved that behind out a little further where I could see it a little better. Two things came together there, but two staff members also came together there, and she explained some kind of thing about me to the red coat woman who showed up quickly for her. That woman took booty girl’s mic and called a real manager over to the line number of the lane I was in, not the ASSociate’s line, so I was pretty sure I was in trouble. Sensing that, I moved to the next line, and the red coat got back on to and altered the lane number in the request accordingly. Time to split! But how to get out with my needed lithium dangercam batteries?

 Aha! I’ll buy them in electronics and then get the hell out of here and not come back. Had to watch my back though; it’s a good thing I did, because the woman realized I was trying to escape and didn’t have time to wait for the big guy, so she took matters into her own hands and gave chase. I knew I’d have to ditch her or the batteries, so I chose to lose her instead and lost her by aisle-weaving my way to the electronics area. I think she made another call on her walkie talkie saying I was on the move before I did. I got my batteries though, and got my ass out of walmart. Safely. Good.

   Rather than make another blog post, I’d like to just add this final update sighting of her here. I saw her again the next week wanted to try this dangercam 640 video thing one more time by making a quickie. I would turn it on and just walk past her. One good passby and then never tape her again. Unfortunately my cover was already blown because I’d passed by her before on my way in the store where we discovered each other in the first place for that day. By the time I came back around to make the vid, trouble was already ready. She and the man who’d ‘rescued’ her from me two weeks prior looked at me extremely discreetly as I made my approach and the man said “That’s him?” The answer was affirmative, so he tried to get my attention, but the answer from me was nothing, because I was trying to ignore him, play my whole absolutely failed video off and get away, but he kept at it, and seeing I was paying him no mind and instead slinking off, he gave chase, and he was harder to get rid of than the red coat from the week before. To get him off me, I had to make it look like I was really just in a hurry and thinking about my short grocery list. It worked well enough. I got back to the dairy area, conviently located in the very back of the store so he’d have to follow me far. Maybe that was a problem for him, because he did have to leave his post to do this. I’d heard him hollar off to somebody politely “Just watch my post!” as he took off after me. Maybe seeing me get my eggs and cheese to buy them and leave satisfied him enough to get him to leave me alone.
What I was thinking at the time, and still am now though, is… What would I have done if he’d decided to run? Running for me would’ve been out of the question! Hmmm…