Big Boobs in a Small Town

My goal is that you find this to be a romantic story. There are BJs, cunnilingus, non-consensual sex, a lot of nudity, regular sex, and voyeurism.

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"Damnit" Raven shouted as she slammed her hands down on the steering wheel. "You piece of crap!" she hollered as her car broke down and coasted to the side of the road, leaving her stranded.

She got out and popped the hood. Even Raven, who knew nothing about cars, recognized the problem. Steam billowed from a broken radiator hose.

A tow-truck going the other way saw the car, the smoke and the young woman's red panties as she leaned over to look under the hood. Her short skirt had ridden up and exposed her firm thighs and underwear-clad bum.

He drove past her, turned around, and parked behind her vehicle.

The young man got out and hollered, "Looks like you have a problem."

"Yes."

He came to the front of her car, glanced at the engine and looked the stranded woman over from head to toe. She was young and pretty. She had black hair, an average build, except that she had big boobs.

He looked into her blue eyes and said, "If it's just the hose, it's an easy fix. Do you want me to tow it to the garage and take care of it?"

"How much will it cost?"

"One hundred fifty dollars, if the radiator and water pump are okay."

"That's all I have. I won't even be able to buy a cup of coffee," she whined.

The tow truck guy smiled and said, "I'll throw in a cup of coffee and a slice of apple pie. The garage is next to Dolly's Diner. You can wait there while the repair is done. We'll have you on your way back to the city in a jiffy."

"What makes you think I'm a city girl?"

"This is a small town. Everyone knows everyone. I haven't seen you before."

"My name is Raven. I'm Gladys Jenkin's granddaughter." She stuck out her hand.

He shook it and said, "My name is Marcus Jones. Please to make your acquaintance.""

"I've come to your town to visit my Nana." She sighed and said, "Please fix my car and I'll take you up on your offer of coffee."

She watched him hook up her car. They got into the tow truck for the ride to the garage. He pulled into the gas station and an older gentleman walked over and said, "Who do we have here?"

"Pa, this is Raven. Mrs. Jenkin's granddaughter."

The two said hello.

"She has a busted hose," Marcus said. He opened the hood of the car, and said, "I was going to set her up at Dolly's with a cup of coffee and some pie while I replace it."

The older man looked at the vehicle, grimaced, and said, "I used that hose the other day. You'll need to run to the parts shop in Hickory. Why don't you get her coffee to go and run her over to her grandmother's place?"

The old man looked at Raven, and said, "Miss, we'll drop your car off in three hours. Okay?"

"Yes."

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Marcus dropped Raven off at her grandmother's house.

Of course, Gladys was happy to see her grandchild. Raven didn't pull out of the welcoming hug. She clutched the old woman fiercely and began to cry.

"What is it, child?"

"I've killed a man."

Gladys looked the young woman in the eyes, and said, "Tell me everything."

^^^Flashback^^^

Raven was excited as she sat in the lobby, waiting to be called in for her final, make-or-break interview. She'd recently graduated from college. This was her dream job being a graphic designer for a large, well-respected company.

As she waited to be called in, she thought, "This is the perfect job. I'll be working on lots of interesting projects, and housing is included!"

The multi-millionaire who owned the company also owned a construction company. He'd built an apartment building within walking distance of the office. Offering a rent-free apartment to his employees was a perk that helped him land the best talent.

Raven was called into the interview. She met with the HR director. She thought things were going well. The door opened and in walked an elegantly dressed middle-aged man. Raven recognized the company's founder, Bernard Johnson.

They shook hands. He joined in the discussion. After a few minutes, he stood, and said, "Miss Chapel, I'm impressed. I think you'd be a good fit. The job is yours, if you want it."

"Yes! Thank you. You won't regret hiring me!"

Bernard looked at her large bosom and then, her blue eyes. He smiled, and said, "I believe you." He extended his hand, and said, "Welcome aboard."

He addressed the HR director, and said, "Ms. Smithers, Apartment 404 has been renovated. Give that one to Miss Chapel."

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A week later, Raven moved into her new one-bedroom apartment.

"Wow!" Raven said as she looked around. "This is so much better than the crummy places I lived while putting myself through college. Thank God it's furnished. I have no furniture."

The place was spacious, comfortable, and well-appointed.

Raven loved her new home. She loved her new job. She enjoyed the people she worked with. She was immediately brought in on exciting projects.

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On a Wednesday morning at 2:00 a.m. about a month later, Raven was asleep in her bed. The doors to her bedroom closed and a colorless gas filled the room. Raven didn't notice. She went from being asleep to being unconscious.

"He. He. He," Bernard twittered as he watched the young woman on the monitor. He said, "Raven, I've enjoyed watching you dress and undress. I've seen you shower, masturbate with your red bullet vibrator, and fuck men you've brought back to your apartment.

"I've learned your routine. During the week, you live a boring life. You go to the gym. Maybe invited a girlfriend over for takeout or a movie. You're usually in bed by ten o'clock.

"Thursday night is for laundry, and you put clean sheets on your bed. Friday and Saturday nights are for going out and having fun. Usually, you bring someone home and screw his brain out.

"You're an enthusiastic partner. You love sucking cock. You're not shy to demand your partner reciprocate. Any man who hesitates is shown your big tits and you say, 'If you want to play with these, eat my pussy until I scream and cum'.

He laughed, and said, "I haven't seen one guy who didn't immediately dive between your thighs!"

"It's time we spent some time together. Early in the mornings during the week appear to be safe times for us to get together."

The gassing ceased: the doors opened, allowing the gas to dissipate. By the time he'd arrive, it would be safe for him to enter.

Bernard left the command center and the monitors that displayed every nook and cranny of Raven's apartment. He took the elevator to her floor, walked down the hall, and used his master key to let himself into apartment 404.

He entered Raven's bedroom and pulled the bed coverings down. Raven lay unconscious. He saw her chest gently rise and fall. She had on a long sleeping Tee shirt emblazoned with her college's name and a picture of its mascot.

Her young breasts jutted proudly up from her body. Bernard smiled and caressed her perky pair. He said, "My, you have big boobs. Double D's, I'd guess. I'll know for sure after I rifle through your dresser.

"FYI I'll be taking a pair of your panties with me when I leave. A soiled pair. The pink ones you wore to the gym for your last workout, I think.

"Raven, I've enjoyed seeing you parade around the apartment topless. I love watching you in the shower. Your big breasts and plump ass glisten in the water."

He pulled her sleeping tee up, exposing her panties. He pulled her underwear aside and laid bare her vulva. He licked a digit and slid that finger inside her, in between her slim pussy lips. He located her nub and rubbed it.

He said, "You have a big clit. Is it because you masturbate so often?"

He chuckled, pulled his finger out of her, and said, "It's time to get to know you better."

Bernard laughed and undressed her. He stepped out of his shoes and disrobed. The forty-five-year-old man was fit. He was also small. He was five foot, six inches tall and he weighed one hundred-thirty-nine pounds.

His penis was a normal size, and, at the moment, it was rock hard. He stroked it as he admired the young woman's body.

He climbed into her bed and knelt beside her. He studied her face. He kissed her non-responsive lips. He stroked and sniffed her long black hair. Then, he smelled her neck.

"I'll have to send you some better perfume. Anonymously, of course." He laughed, and added, "This cheap department store cologne won't do."

He kissed both of her stiff nipples, and said, "I'll be back. We'll spend more time together. I promise." He laughed.

She lay on her back with her arms beside her torso. He lifted her near arm, put his nose in her armpit, and breathed in her scent. He closed his eyes as if savoring the blend of pheromones and sweat.

While he held her arm, he examined it. It was slender. He studied her long fingers.

His interest satisfied; he moved on. The next body part that caught his eye was her belly button. It was an outie. A knot of skin protruded from her tanned stomach.

His eyes wandered to her sex. Her legs were partially open and since she didn't have any pubic hair, he saw it quite well. Her vulva was small and neat. Her labia majora were smooth, even with her body. Her labia minora did not protrude.

He moved her legs outward and knelt between them. He peered at her Barbie-like pussy. He put his nose to her vagina and inhaled her acrid musky bouquet. He smiled as he held it in his lungs.

He stuck his tongue out and licked her pussy. He forced his tongue in between her split lips and to get a better taste. "Mmm," he moaned. A feeding frenzy followed. He devoured her sex, lapping up the nectar she produced in response to his actions.

He didn't stop until her body quaked and spasmed as she orgasmed.

He pulled his head out from between her thighs, chuckled, and said, "I got a bit carried away, but no harm. Right, dear? I enjoyed it and so did you. It's a shame you won't remember cumming on my tongue."

He laughed.

Bernard moved her lifeless legs, so her knees were beside her boobs. He knelt between her legs and shoved his naked penis inside her vagina.

"Ohhhh! Lovely. Hot, wet, and tight. Mmm."

He quickly pulled it out, and said, "Oh! That's a nice pussy, but I must be careful. I can't fill you with my spunk no matter how tempted I am."

He lay beside her and played with her boobs. He caressed and squeezed them. He kissed the bountiful soft flesh and her stiff nipples. He suckled on her bosom while moaning. He groped her melons and fingered her wet pussy.

After satisfying his interest in her breasts, he rolled her over and examined her butt and anus. Everything was touched, kissed, and licked. He brought the same level of curiosity and enthusiasm to her backside that he'd displayed for her pussy and boobs.

Two hours had passed since Bernard entered the apartment. He dressed his victim and positioned Raven as he found her. His final degrading act was to open her mouth and insert his penis. He thrust it inside her oral cavity a half dozen times and then went into the bathroom.

He jerked off into the sink.

He carefully cleaned the sink, dressed, and left the apartment.

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Raven woke when her alarm went off. She yawned and stretched. She climbed out of bed and got ready for work. She had no memory of being abused or that she'd had an orgasm.

Her head was foggy. She dismissed the feeling, thinking she was groggy due to a deep sleep.

^^^A week later^^^

Bernard sat at his large ornate desk in his office. He had reviewed the numbers for the past quarter and the projects in the pipeline. Business was good. He was a wealthy man and he'd be getting richer.

He closed screens on his computer that showed information on his businesses and pulled up another screen. This one was dedicated to his private passion.

Bernard was a degenerate, a sicko. He wasn't married and he didn't date women. Occasionally, when an event demanded it, he'd have someone on his arm.

He was good at business, but not at relationships. Probably because he was a voyeur and a scoundrel. He found pleasure in being a Peeping Tom, and worse, a predator.

He had surveillance cameras and microphones in various apartments in the building he owned. He made sure they only went to attractive single women.

Motion detectors activate the cameras. Daily, Bernard would scroll through the footage. He'd spy on them as they dressed, had sex, showered, peed, and pooped. They had no privacy. All their actions were monitored and filmed. He reviewed them at his leisure.

His despicable behavior didn't end there. He would drug the women, using a gas that disabled them, so he could enter their apartments, physically abuse, and rape them.

Bernard shifted in his chair as he watched a video of one of his unsuspecting female victims. He reached down and tugged on his trousers to allow his growing erection space to comfortably expand.

"Hello, Erin," he said. He snickered, and added, "Last night is the time you usually shave your legs, pits, and pussy. Let's see how that went."

On his screen was a video on a nude young woman, sitting on the edge of a bathtub shaving. The pretty woman had no idea she was being watched.

Bernard stared, mesmerized. He had a look of awe on his face.

When she completed her grooming routine, she applied lotion. "Oh, she sighed as she applied lotion to her pussy lips. A finger found her nub, she mewed as she rubbed it.

Bernard also applied lotion. He freed his dick and beat off into some tissues as he watched the pretty female touch her body. They came about the same time.

When he regained his breath, he said, "Erin, I will be visiting you tonight to discover for myself how smooth your legs and pussy are. I'll eat your snatch. I'm bringing a condom. I will fuck you!"

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Tuesday at 1:58 a.m., Bernard entered Erin's bedroom after gassing her. He stripped. He removed her pajamas. After kissing her soft lips, he sucked on her little titties. They were dainty, the size of a lemon.

He wiped slobber off his lips, and said, "Your breasts are cute. I love your rubbery puffy nipples almost as much as your flavorful pussy."

Bernard performed oral sex on her.

Erin was unconscious. Still, her body responded to his actions. She produced copious amounts of vaginal fluid. Bernard quenched his thirst.

His slubber mixed with her lubricant and made his face and her thighs slick, wet, and shiny. He cleaned them both up with a handkerchief he brought just for this purpose.

Then, he positioned her body, so she lay on her stomach with her hips on the edge of the bed. Her legs dangled.

The short man stood behind her, put a condom on his penis, and thrust it inside the slim twenty-five-year-old. He complimented her as he fucked her. He was tempted to slap her ass, but he told himself, "I can't strike her. It might leave a mark."

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Wednesday at 2:05 a.m., Bernard let himself into Elsa's apartment. She was an employee of Scandinavian descent. She had long straight blonde hair and cool blue eyes.

He entered her bedroom, and said, "Hello, my Viking princess. I'm here to plunder you."

He laughed, undressed, and undressed her. He explored her body, touching and kissing her wherever he wanted. She was unconscious and unable to stop him.

After batting her face and breasts with his prick, he slid on a condom and penetrated her, orally and vaginally. He adored her snow-white muff and her long legs.

He spooned her. As he kissed her neck, he buried his face in her thick hair, caressed her average breasts, and worked his erection in and out of her happy place.

He had heard her refer to her vagina that way. She'd explained to a girlfriend that a hard penis in her vagina always produced joy for herself and her partner. And thus, was her happy place.

Bernard grunted. He toyed with a long nipple, thrust deep inside Elsa, and took his release.

He cuddled her as he experienced his blissful orgasm. After a brief rest, he removed the condom and put it in a Ziplock bag. He dressed his partner. Then himself and left.

He disposed of the condom in an outside bin.

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Thursday at 2:11 a.m., Bernard entered Raven's apartment after observing her in bed and gassing her.

He disrobed and undressed her. He took time to study her. Her long hair was jet black as were her eyebrows. She had an average body, a nice butt, and a neat, shaved pussy.

He spent extra time on her most prominent and spectacular feature: her bosom. She had Las Vegas showgirl tits, and, unlike most of them, hers were natural. The mountainous flesh came with over-sized areolas and thick, usually stiff, nipples. They were a dark reddish brown.

He posed her in various provocative positions and took liberties, such as caressing and kissing various body parts and inserting his naked dick into her mouth and vagina.

He positioned her on her back and straddled her waist. He sprayed a water-based lubricant on and between her boobs and was in the process of fucking her tits, when suddenly her eyes opened.

She shouted, "What the fuck!" and landed a right hook to the side of his head, knocking the little man off her.

He scrambled to get away. She grabbed him. After a struggle, she straddled his waist and pinned him to the bed.

Raven was confused and groggy from the gas. She asked, "Bernard, what's going on?"

"You weren't supposed to wake up."

"What? Did you break in here to rape me?"

"No," he lied. "I like to look." His eyes dropped from her face to her massive chest. He sighed, and explained, "I put cameras in some of the apartments so I can watch you and other girls."

"You mean you've seen me undress and shower and...have sex with my dates?"

"Yes."

She snarled, pointed a finger at his face, and said, "Don't move."

Raven climbed off him and put on her robe. She saw his tighty-whities on the floor, picked them up, and tossed them to him. She said, "Put these on."

Bernard slipped on his underwear. Due to the situation, his erection was gone. His penis was small and flaccid. From the look on his face, the wealthy man also felt deflated and powerless.

Raven wasn't afraid because Bernard wasn't physically imposing. She was confused. The fact that he was her boss gave her pause and made her consider the situation carefully.

"So you're a glorified Peeping Tom?"

"Yes. I've never had much luck with the ladies, so I focused on business. That I was good at. You've heard the saying, 'The older the boys, the bigger the toys?'

She looked baffled.

"No?" he shrugged, and said, "My wealth allows me to indulge my fantasies. I can afford to build special apartments."

"Special how?"

"I installed cameras." He pointed at various items, and said, "There are motion activated surveillance cameras in the smoke detectors, ceiling lights, and your showerhead. Tiny HD cameras are everywhere. I can see everything.

"The feed is recorded and stored on tapes. I can watch them from the surveillance room in the basement, on any computer, or on my phone."

"Show me."

Bernard got his phone, hit some buttons, and handed it to Raven. She looked at the video and hollered, "That's Peg from accounting. She's on the toilet! You bastard. How many women have you done this to?"

"Hundreds over the years."

He hung his head in shame, and added, "After a couple of years watching wasn't enough. I added the capability to pump in sleeping gas. I put my beautiful girls to sleep and then I can visit them."

"You gassed me?"

He nodded and went over to her bathroom door. A slipper was in the doorway. He picked it up, and said, "The way it works is I remotely close the pocket doors in your bedroom. That way you get the proper dose of gas.

"This slipper didn't allow the door to the bathroom to close. You didn't get the right dosage. That's why you woke up."