Hitcher Slut - Chapter 9 (Patreon)

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All traces of the girl that had entered his car were gone. Crouched on her knees in the passenger seat, facing towards him, was the woman who had given him the greatest lap dance experience of all time. An absolutely vivacious and voluptuous vixen stripper: Candy!

Except that she wasn't, not exactly.

She was Candy, but not the one that had danced for him in Vegas. This was the Candy from his dreams. His memories had slightly changed of her over time, as most memories do. He had made slight adjustments and corrections, not only to how she looked but to the story of their meeting. She had changed slowly over time, as he had resolved his desires, feelings, and thoughts of her.

This was Candy on sexual steroids. If the stripper in Las Vegas had been voluptuous, then this harlot was beyond that. She was Voluptuous Plus! She was almost exactly like Candy, just better in every way. Every flaw, blemish, and slight fault had been removed. Every curve, accent, and sexual characteristic had been enhanced.

Candy had gained all of the right padding in all of the best places in exactly the most alluring ways, and then she had gained just a bit little more than that in the most obscenely lewd way imaginable.

Her hair was long in the back, well past her shoulders, and straight. It looked lush, thick, and vibrantly blonde, even with the lack of light in the Sunfire (the roof light wasn't on after all). There was a slight curl at the ends where it dipped past her shoulders in the front, to tickle the tops of her obscene orbs, and glistened from the sweat of her efforts in the dimly reflected moonlight. If she had it permed or styled with thick curls or lots of ringlets, then it would lend her a devastatingly sultry beauty.

Her face had the look of a farm girl from the southern part of the US, kind of like a Jessica Simpson or similar model. It was reminiscent of Daisy Duke from the Dukes of Hazard. It was inviting, playful, and shockingly pretty. A little bit of Nordic or Scandinavian descent was present in her pert, upturned nose, and the clearly defined lines of her face.

There was not a mark of any kind on her skin. It was perfect! Her cheeks were high and slightly flushed from her exertions, making it look like she was wearing a touch of blush. But her natural beauty required no makeup for her to look stunning, which meant that she could choose to look absolutely jaw-dropping with minimal effort.

Candy currently wore a deliciously satisfied grin of erotic bliss on her face. Her long lashes fluttered as if she was tasting something inconceivably appetizing. A little mascara and eyeshadow would give her the kind of come hither, sultry, bedroom eyes that men found irresistible.

Speaking of her eyes, they were now a deep, sapphire blue and almost glowed from behind her lavish lashes. Peering into them was like looking into the depths of a crystal clear lake. However, instead of the rocks that one might find at the bottom of such a lake, these pools of rich blue hid an inner fire that burned with a raging carnality. They seemed to go on forever, pulling you in to drown in her insatiable appetites.

A long, seductive nail traced a tantalizing line across her incredibly plush lips. She was teasing the last drops of his semen from their wet surface. The swollen pillows were a sight to behold as she sucked the last drop of him from her finger. They were incredibly plump and full, forming an erotically enticing cupid's bow. A tempting O-shaped circle split the perfectly heart-shaped lines of them as she moaned out her approval at the taste of his fluids.

Her monumentally massive mounds heaved as she took a deep, shuddering breath of ecstasy. Her eyes partially rolled back into her stupendously pretty face as she enjoyed his juices. You would have thought she was ingesting ambrosia from her expression. Candy's reaction to his cum was beyond arousing to watch, and the things it did to her awe-inspiring rack were utterly sinful.

Her sexual antics had caused a few of the strings of her crocheted halter top to pop similar to her poor shorts. The expansive boob-meat barely contained within bulged out obscenely from the distended and distorted V-neck of her shirt, it oozed from each little hole, and excessively swollen lumps threatened to explode out of the rips in her overtaxed top!

It was hard to tell, because they were already so damn big, but Gary thought that her bloated blimp-tits might have grown another cup size - to GG-cups!

The awesome mass of them completely hid her tiny waist from this angle, but it couldn't hide the substantial thighs that nearly enveloped her shins. Or the jiggly mass of her behind that was flattening out all over his seat. It looked like her bulbous booty was trying to swallow her feet! Her kneeling position made her hips flare out wide enough to be visible beyond the enormous expanse of her bust.

An insane amount of lascivious and lewd flesh was on display, straining to escape the confines of what was left of her clothes. Candy's drastically enhanced figure was literally the stuff of fantasy. She looked like a blow-up sex doll with some of the most extreme proportions imaginable, but she was all real and all natural.

And all horny!

Gary stared at her like a deer caught in his headlights, when she turned her fiery and still desperately hungry gaze toward him. Her voice had changed slightly, becoming even sexier, but that primal huskiness was still there as she purred, "Pull over, Gary. I need to feel you inside of me."