Hitcher Slut - Chapter 13 (Patreon)

The end of our tale!

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A silver Sunfire sat in the dark parking lot of a strip club in Thunder Bay, Ontario. It looked a little beat up, or possibly it was suffering from a lack of maintenance. The front windshield had a fairly large crack running down the driver’s side. The door on that side was slightly bowed outward as well. The roof had a significant bulge or dent in it too.

On the inside, the steering column appeared to be slightly bent or warped. The driver’s seat was clearly broken and tried to recline as far back as it was able, which wasn’t far given that the back seat was completely stuffed full of a wild array of loose clothing. Tiny bikinis, slinky bras, thong panties, and shockingly small dresses almost overflowed into the front of the vehicle.

The chaotic view was interrupted by a figure that was curled up and sleeping in the busted driver’s seat. She hugged her impressive bustline like a pillow and rested her head partially on them and the seat. It was difficult to discern her outline in the dark interior of the car, but the rising sun was just starting to peak over the top of the strip club and illuminate her figure.

She yawned and stretched languidly, like a cat, as the bright dawn touched her face, then raised a hand and flinched backward from the light. The figure blinked the sleep from her eyes before glancing around the car and sitting up. The interior reeked of the musky scent of sex. She took a deep breath of it, as if that smell was the most amazing perfume in the world, and moaned in absolute delight.

Her tits had looked very big in the darkness, but they had been woefully understated. Two massive mountains, her twin peaks as she thought of them, stretched out an unbelievably tiny bikini top as she inhaled. The material audibly strained, and looked like it was going to pop, as she arched her back in tandem with filling her lungs with sex-smell.

She didn't remember who she'd had as a partner last night, or how many of them, but she could tell by the arousing smell that she'd had a good time. The fact that she'd passed out afterward was a good indication too. Plus, she felt pretty good despite sleeping in her car.

A sensuous moan escaped her impossibly succulent and sumptuous lips between the smell and sexual thoughts. She licked the glistening surface of the kind of dick suckers that you only saw in AI and 3DX art. It didn’t seem possible for them to exist in reality, or for her tongue to be so long.

These actions set off an obscenely enticing quiver in her ginormous juggs, and one insanely fat boob slipped out of the straining bikini. Her shockingly beautiful face giggled delightedly at that, “Oopsie! Nip slip!” The voice was incredibly sultry and filled to bursting with husky arousal. It was like liquid fire that could ignite your loins with the merest whisper.

The gorgeous face was framed by lusciously long and incredibly thick curls that cascaded down around her humongous hooters. She stared with open wantonness at the turgid nipple at the end of her mammoth mammary. They reminded her of the thick neck of one of those old glass soda bottles every time she looked at them. The hard nubs were thick and wide, bigger than a man’s thumb, and were almost permanently erect.

Her expression changed to vapid lust, and she had to use two hands to heft the heaving hooter up to her lush mouth. It changed her face from being stupendously pretty to indescribably sexy. The kind of unbridled sluttiness that would make you rock-hard from across an entire room with the slightest glance.

She easily pulled the thick nub into her plush and wet mouth, licking and sucking on the turgid teat like it was the tastiest of treats. The sheer size of her balloon-sized boob made that a simple action to perform. Her bedroom eyes rolled up into her head at the pleasure of it, and her extremely long, lush, and thick lashes fluttered alluringly at the erotic electricity arcing through her.

It didn’t take her very long to bring herself to a thunderous orgasm, which was how she started every day. It was her breakfast and took the edge off like some people’s morning coffee. She was aware that her body was different. Multiple professionals had told her this after numerous tests. Nobody could tell her exactly why, but her body was hyper-sensitive to sexual stimulation specifically. It was like she was built for sex.

And it wasn’t just her body either. She had visited numerous psychologists over the years and her brain was just wired differently too. She lived in an almost constant state of heat, craving and needing sexual stimulation like the rest of us needed air. If she went too long without it, then she could barely function.

So it was a good thing that she had been blessed with an spectacular figure to help her with that. A figure which she had worked very hard to improve even further. She had tried everything (and was still using all of it): workouts, supplements, exotic herbs, rare compounds, multiple surgeries, and even some experimental procedures. Like an addict, she couldn’t get enough. She was absolutely obsessed with improving and enhancing herself, with making herself hotter, sexier, and sluttier.

And somehow, with each augmentation, she seemed to garner even more pleasure from her libidinous lifestyle. Sex just got better and better, the pleasure more and more intense! Even just sucking on her nipple like this would bring her to a powerful climax, and her impossibly sexy figure now arched in the driver’s seat as her morning orgasm crashed through her thrashing body in tsunami-like waves.

Her absolutely gigantic gazongas bounced their way out of her teeny-weeny bikini top. They were unbelievably ripe and full. Their shape impossibly perfect. They rode high and firm on her chest, and completely dominated the view of her from either the front or back. Despite her huge implants, they were shockingly plush and pliable.

The golden rays of dawn lit her deeply tanned skin and made it look like it had been bronzed. It practically glowed as sweat dribbled down her incredibly cavernous cleavage and found its way to her shockingly tiny waist. It looked like you could wrap one hand all the way around it, though that was likely an illusion caused by her inconceivably large, fat tits. The luscious lines of her figure curved in at her waist like she was wearing a corset, and then flared drastically outward into wide, plump, well-rounded hips. The obscene curvature of her lewd shape formed an extremely exaggerated hourglass.

Meaty thighs supported an astounding ass that thrust out behind her and jiggled fabulously in the morning sun. The plush protuberance jutted out below her, forming a hugely rounded shelf and almost touching the seat despite how her back was currently arched upward. The bulging bubble-booty was insanely ripe and phat. It was simply unreal to look at, and also made it very easy to miss the neon-pink thong that was buried in its jiggly juiciness.

Her rich, ebony-black curls reached down past her overly generous butt cheeks and pooled in the driver’s seat beneath her. Pink streaks in her hair perfectly matched the panties that could barely be seen in the depths of her ass crack, and the long, fuck-slut nails that decorated the ends of her fingers.

Her impossibly plush ass flattened out in obscene fashion as her orgasm came to an end and she sat down on her luxurious curls. The enormously fat orbs on her chest heaved hypnotically as she panted to catch her breath, and the rest of her lewd flesh quivered lasciviously in time with the seductive motion. One fat nipple finally popped out of her fantastically inviting mouth, which was a sight straight out of somebody's wet dream.

Gigi sat there for a little bit, basking in the afterglow of her climax and the morning sun. Eventually she sat up and straightened her distorted and stretched out bikini top. It looked miniscule against her titanic titties. She stared down into her awesome cleavage as she straightened the teeny top, and she was decidedly pleased at the view.

She stared at them with desperate anticipation, longing for them to grow even bigger. She couldn’t wait for her next fill-up. The experimental implants incorporated all sorts of new technologies that made her enormous rack so spectacularly vast, perfectly perky, impossibly plush, and insanely soft to the touch.

She needed to wait about three months between visits to her plastic surgeon, and the next one was only a few days away. Gigi almost orgasmed again at the thought of watching her ridiculous rack grow as she watched. She absolutely loved the sight and feeling of her obscene orbs swelling into the tight tops that she always wore for the occasion, despite her doctor recommending that she be naked during the sessions.

The high-tech implants seemed to be working even better than they'd hoped, and Gigi intended to test their limits. So far it looked like she could keep on growing bigger for years to come. As of yet, her doctor had proven unable to explain why her jumbo juggs seemed to become more sensitive after each visit, but she didn’t really care. She just attributed it to her unique physiology and psychology, and thoroughly enjoyed the delicious benefits of it.

She leaned forward in the seat, reaching for the mirror, and her insanely obscene figure was picked out in stark relief against the sunlight. Gigi looked into the mirror and smiled lustfully at her own incredible beauty. She grabbed her makeup kit without looking, and quickly performed a few touch ups: hot-pink lipstick, glitter and gloss, a quick fluff of mascara, and the perfect eyeshadow to compliment her lusty look. The little bit of makeup transformed her face into the salaciously sexy visage of a vivacious vixen. The smoldering gaze of her hazel eyes approved of the openly wanton and lecherous look that it lent her.

She tossed the kit over her shoulder and seductively slid out of the driver’s side door. Incredibly high, platform, stripper heels adorned her dainty feet. Long, sensuous legs seemed to go on forever as she stood up. The kind of toned and sexy legs that only a dancer could obtain.

Her bulbous, bubble-butt thrust out behind her in mind-blowing fashion as she bent over to retrieve something from the back seat. It jiggled in mind-melting fashion as she slid into a pair of impossibly tiny and tight booty-shorts that looked like they were several sizes too small. Juicy ass and thigh meat bulged out in every direction from the too-tiny apparel.

Gigi strutted towards the strip club, which did all sorts of obscene and lewd things to her filthily fulsome flesh. Her figure was reminiscent of Candy++, but she might be just a little bit riper and more curvaceous than even that unbelievable vision of voluptuousness. Gigi vaguely remembered meeting her once, but she couldn’t remember where. It didn’t really matter though. What did matter is that the obscenely lush harlot had inspired her to be all that she was today: an absolutely insatiable slut of the dirtiest and naughtiest order with a body that put wet dreams to shame.

The super-curvy and hyper-horny stripper walked around to the back of the club and knocked on the door. She knew she was way too early, but she was sure the owner would be here. While her morning orgasm would take the edge off, it wouldn’t hold her until stage time. She’d need more sex long before then. Plus, sucking him off a bunch of times would guarantee her some preferential treatment once the club opened, especially with how spectacular her oral skills were.

The thought of it was already making her wet, so she didn’t hesitate when the door opened. The man inside also didn’t get a chance to shout his complaint at being disturbed so early in the morning. Gigi just pushed him inside and down on the floor, then mounted him without a word. She wasn’t going to be able to wait for introductions. She already needed more.

One last glance of her awesome figure thrusting up and down on top of the club owner with abandon was all that was visible before the door creaked closed behind her.

The camera panned across the empty parking lot to the lone car gleaming in the sunlight. An open wallet had fallen out of the driver’s side door, which Gigi had left open. The name, “Gary” slowly changed to, “Gigi” on the driver's license that was revealed within. The light of the sun washed across it and the material was similarly altered to pink leather, while the wallet changed into a dainty card holder. A bright flash transformed the broken-down silver Sunfire into a deep pink Miata convertible. A massive collection of sexy and slinky clothing spilled out of the partially open trunk.

A self-satisfied giggle seemed to come from the small, red maple that sat next to the expensive sports car before the parking lot returned to calm silence, except for the erotically charged echoes that could just barely be heard through the strip club's back door.