Yes the breasts are big! I don't care if you people want boyish chests on your women. My story. My choice. Got a problem? Go fucking tell it to someone who fucking cares! Because it sure as hell ain't me!
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I hopped out of bed on Monday morning, energized. Mom slept on, snoring gently with my seed still dripping from her cunt. I had fucked her hard the night before, pounding her good and deep for a solid 6 hours before he passed out.
Brooke lay beside me, her brown hair flung in random directions but her beauty intact, her cum splattered tits perfectly in order. I got some clean clothes and looked in the mirror.
"Looks good..." I observed to myself.
I ran outside to catch the public bus uptown to my next assignment.
"Where to?" the pretty and stacked bus driver asked.
"425 Crestview Lane," I replied. Thankfully the bus wasn't full so I could probably make it with time to spare. Crestview Lane was one of the best neighborhoods within our part of the city.
Mostly everyone who worked there were high-level dentists, doctors and surgeons along with politicians, current and former. It was why I was surprised when Dr. Hall who, coincidentally, also lived nearby, told me my new subject lived there.
"425 Crestview Lane!" the driver called out.
Once I got off, I was somewhat stalled at the tall gate. Golden and shimmering. And as if the gate wasn't enough, the yard was massive. At least 40 acres behind a high stone wall that seemed to be able to resist the most powerful siege.
Taking care to rub my hands thoroughly on my cargo shorts, I rang the bell on the wall.
"Yes?" a pleasant sounding voice asked over the intercom.
"H-hi," I said clearly to avoid anyone thinking I was up to no good, "I'm Kyle Anderson."
As soon as I finished, the door swung open, revealing the property and perfectly maintained cobblestone path. The yard was expertly trimmed, specially designed hedges resembling people and animals adorned the wide yard.
As I reached the house, the large double doors opened to reveal a gorgeous woman wearing a monogrammed robe in front of her enormous 34K boobs.
"Kyle..." she said with a bright smile, revealing herself to be the person over the intercom.
"Yes." I replied, still confused as to what was actually happening.
"Kyle..." she said again.
I looked around. "Um... yes."
She leaned out to look around her neighborhood, her rack nearly falling out completely. "Follow me."
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Case File
Subject #51
Name: Pauline Taylor
Age: 27
Occupation: Housewife
Married: Yes
Children: No
Eye Color: Marine Blue
Hair Color: Red
Height: 5'9
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After Pauline poured me a glass of iced tea, she popped open a beer for herself.
"Thank you," I said, watching as she drained the whole bottle in one gulp, licking the foam from her lip.
She met my gaze and giggled. "I know it's early," she said with her usual white smile, "but I'm nervous."
"Most of my clients are." I replied, "They're nervous their husbands will find out. Or their friends in most cases."
She chuckled. "I don't even understand my husband. When I go out places, most men practically slobber a lake when they see these."
She pulled open her robe, her huge tits pouring out, her red tits hard in the middle of her wide pink areolas.
"See?" Pauline asked as she rubbed my large bulge, "You like what you see Kyle?"
"Yeah," I instantly replied, "they're gorgeous..."
"I saw how big you were online Kyle," she said softly, "I got wet just reading the comments from all the others that you helped. I'm just dying to see the real thing..."
She suddenly sprung forward and pulled my shorts down to my ankles, my cock slapping against her chin, fully hard and already oozing precum.
She softly placed her hand on it and began to jerk me off. "I always loved the sight of a fat cock already hard for me," Pauline said as she looked up at me with her beautiful eyes, "and I've never seen one so big."