I like to run at night. The air just seems fresher, my head feels clearer, there are fewer idiots in my way. I'm naturally athletic, but running is what keeps me in shape. I'm already an attractive guy, 6'2, neatly trimmed beard, full head of luscious brown hair, lightly tanned skin, piercing blue eyes. I'm a real catch, and an incessant flirt. I can never stick to one woman. I just get bored. And I guess boredom is what brought me to this fateful night. I was tired of my regular running route, so on a whim I decided to take a detour through some neighborhood I'd never been to before. There was a tall gate that was usually closed, but that night it was wide open. So I went in and it was pretty much business as usual until I ran past a house with an enticing sign planted in the front yard: "WHORE TITS LIVE HERE." This seemed to be a worthy diversion from my nightly routine. As i jogged up the path to the house I noticed a light on through one of the windows on the top floor. This could end up being a lot of fun. I started my cool down stretches as I knocked on the door. After a few moments without answer, I knocked more forcefully; I'm not used to taking no for an answer.
Eventually the front door opened to a dark-skinned woman. She was looking at her eye level so I stared down to see the top of her bonnet covered head. She stepped back to look up at me and I saw her small round face. She was almost pretty: full lips, big brown eyes. In fact there was nothing really wrong with her face. Maybe her nose was weird. I didn't really end up looking at her face a whole lot because when she leaned back I got a view of a pretty impressive set of melons. She was wearing a pink fuzzy robe that framed her deep cleavage nicely.
"Hi." She said plainly.
I told her "I saw the sign." I didn't want to waste any time with small talk.
She knew exactly what I meant. She pushed the door open so I could come in and she closed it behind me.
"Follow me" she said as she led me through her house. I watched her bulbous ass sway as she walked. This bitch was stacked. She had quite a bit of fat around her waistline, but still. She stopped in what seemed to be a living room with the blinds down and the curtains drawn shut. She flicked the lights on and began to strip her robe off.
She told me, "You can sit down if you'd like." I just kept stretching, though. Blood pooling and all that.
She was wearing a black spaghetti strap tank top and booty shorts under the robe. Her tits hung heavily on her small frame. She was braless. They had to be some kind of insane cup size that doesn't even exist. Her nipples made pronounced bumps in the thin material of her top. It was quite a sight to see.
She leaned over to drape her robe over the back of one of the chairs. I'm not even an ass man but that badonkadonk had me sweating. The shorts super short and they were bunched up in the ass crack so I could see where the cheeks met the leg.
She started to come towards me but I just said "Stop. Stand there." She did. I liked her obedience. I told her "push your tits towards me" and she did! She just waited with her arms by her sides and her chest thrusted out until I finished my stretches and sauntered over to her. I pulled the bonnet off of her head to reveal short curly hair. I threw it on the ground beside us before I started playing with the straps of her top.
I asked her, "You know what I want, whore?"
She said "yes sir" in a sultry voice that made my cock twinge. I mean, who doesn't love a submissive whore that's built like something out of a chubby chaser's wet dream?
I pulled the straps down her shoulders revealing more and more of those fat brown udders.
"What do I want?"
"You want to use my tits."
