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It had been the worst fucking shift. Customers had been rude and mostly leaving shit tips.

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Then, because the universe hates me apparently, one of the buttons on my shirt popped off and zinged across the room, rubbing in the fact that yes, I do in fact have a big huge stupid rack. To add insult to injury, I had already been trying to show them off a bit, the blouse had a plunging neckline that revealed acres of my creamy cleavage, why did they have to go Giant tit stories and try to show off on their own? The damned things are just huge. You could put a honeydew melon in each of my bra cups and still have room left over. But I digress.

The crap icing on the crap cake of this crappy day was one of the last customers of the night. The hostess had seated him and given me a strange eyebrow raise on my way to pour his water and take his order.

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He was handsome, to be sure, with neatly cut brown hair and what looked like a fit figure beneath his bespoke suit. He was tall, I think over six feet though it was hard to tell with him sitting. Then he did the worst thing imaginable. First of all, the bottle of wine had been left behind.

Maybe he forgot, but I seriously doubt someone drops three hundred dollars on overpriced Merlot and then just forgets it. I got excited when I opened the waiter-wallet check-presenter is the official term and saw that there were a bunch of a bills.

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But then when I took them out there was something else, a hotel key-card left in the credit-card holder. A bottle of wine. Five-hundred dollars. A keycard. It all fit together and pointed to one inescapable conclusion: He thought I was a fucking prostitute! Just because I have big tits! I cleared his table so angrily I broke the coffee mug when I slammed it into the dish-bin. I could have just kept the money, and god knows I did need it. I could have gone home, drank the whole bottle of wine and passed out… which is what I do most nights anyway, just with much less expensive wine.

I, Tessa McAllister, was 5-footinches of massively endowed, round-assed rage and the arrogant bastard who thought Giant tit stories was some cheap hoo-er was about to fucking pay. I passed right by the coatrack with my warm winter coat on it, told the cook I was done for the night, and stomped out into the cold December air in nothing more than a blouse, tight black skirt and boots. Boy what a stupid idea. Some of the lobby staff were looking at me, and it took every ounce of self-control I had to not give them all the finger. My reflection shook her head at me. I could only nod in agreement, staring down at a cleavage that kept me from even being able to see my feet.

I walked down the hall, going down two turns before I found myself atthere was nice cello music playing through the door. Fuck knocking. I slid the keycard into the lock in and out quickly and swiftly opened the door. It was unbelievable in there.

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Despite my anger I was given pause as I stared out of the giant bay windows, the lights of the city in the distance, the stars surprisingly clear from this vantage point, mountains visible behind that. The music seemed to emanate from the empty air, whatever sound system was in this place it was beautifully integrated. And perhaps the most eye-catching thing of all in this place, there he was, standing with his back to me as he looked out that incredible window, a tumbler of scotch in his hand.

He turned to face me, that handsome face in the attitude of a smile, his eyes almost imperceptibly giving me the once-over, he was ogling me to be sure, like all men did, but I had to give him credit for keeping it subtle.

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Something about it made Giant tit stories nipples take their ly fully-frozen state of hardness. Then I hauled off, reached back, and slapped him! I was about to give him another piece of my mind, but I made this mistake of glancing down. The crotch of his loose-fitting slacks bulged grotesquely out. He had a point. He was handsome, he was fit, and if his bulge even hinted at the truth of what was in those pants he probably could have found women willing to pay him for it. What had I even been so angry about?

Why was I here? I reached out and pointed at the leg of his pants. He chuckled, moving that hand from my cheek to my shoulder, rubbing the goosebumps away with warmth. I shook my head, not understanding, not believing, not wanting to admit it could even be possible. I smiled and bit my thick lower lip as I looked up at his face. The bulge that was obscene in his pants in his black boxer-briefs was downright grotesque.

The obvious shape of a pair of balls the size of pomegranates rested lewdly in the pouch of fabric. What was more amazing that even though the legs of his underwear went fairly far down his leg, a big fat cockhead and a couple of inches of shaft were hanging completely out. I marveled at him, staring a moment, and then I simply dropped to my knees. He groaned and ran his fingers through my hair as I kissed a second time, then moved up to give each fabric-covered ball a puckered press of my lips too, finally grabbing the bottom of his pants and tugging downward.

I leaned in and began to place kisses all up and down the huge rod, holding it on both palms to roll it Giant tit stories, making sure to cover every angle. He groaned again and it began to stir, slowly but perceivably fattening up and getting longer.

As it cleared the nine inch mark I almost started to be a little afraid, choosing to move it to the side and focus on those gigantic balls for a moment. They hung heavy in a smooth sack, each one large enough to overflow my palm as I cupped the left one to my face, nastily smearing my lips all over the surface, tongue slipping out to worship at its crevices and creases, the sight of them was enough to make me moist, but the taste was causing some dripping into my panties, these big huge balls were Giant tit stories and meaty, deed to be worshipped as they deserved.

He smiled down at me, then lifted his cock in his own hand to give me room to work. I focused on the very bottoms of his heavy hangers for a few moments, swabbing my tongue where they rested most of their weight, leaning up to suck on them. He draped his huge cock over my face then. His girth was such that I could barely see around the meat log parked comfortably on my countenance. I pulled back from all the sucking, cinching his nuts up in his ball-bag with both hands so that I could really just focus on licking them for a long while.

I painted them with my tongue, coat after coat of slobber making them glisten and shine for my efforts, the big cum-tanks seemed to really throb as they churned up more and more of the fluid that was making them so heavy. His cock continued to harden above, now getting fully stiff, gently lifting from my face at times, gently tapping it down in rough little slaps at others, he howled a little from the expert worship I was paying his giant balls.

My tits were bouncing around insanely in my now slobber-stained tank-top, giving him quite the show as I stroked up and down his length, twisting my palms a little to cover more ground. I decided to give him a little bit of my filthy mind while I worked away on him. You like seeing these huge titties bounce while I beat off that huge fucking cock? God damn, look at you, look how far I have to move my fucking hands just to cover you properly! I teased, pulling first one side of the shirt open, then the other, then both at once before I finally shed it all together.

I laboriously pulled one huge tit from a bra cup, then the other, letting him see the effect of the band still sort of lifting them before I finally reached back to unclasp.

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The look on his face was priceless, even though he must have guessed at my size from the shape, the true vastness of my bust was clearly a bit of a shock, his jaw was dropped and his eyes were wide, they wandered from my vast cleavage to my silver-dollar-pancake sized areolas, and finally my extra-large gum-drop nipples. I turned this way and that, letting him really take in the goods before returning to my angry two-fisted hand-job.

Now my naked tits were bouncing right along with them. Even when I sucked at one to hold it down for the slobbery tongue bath, the other continued to assert his dominance, splatting between my eyes again and again. Holy fuck was the boy built! Finally I let my licking take me back down to the main course. I began to nibble around the crown of his gigantic cock, working my big plush lips all around the corona of it, loving his soft moans as I concentrated my attention and mouth on that most sensitive part.

I was having trouble even gauging his size in reality, I hoped at some point he would let me measure, but he was well into the double-digits, there was Giant tit stories doubt about Giant tit stories. I opened wide and slurped that head into my mouth, loving the sloppy noise it made as my cheeks hollowed around, swabbing my tongue around and around it, stopping occasionally to stab my tongue into his massive cum-slit.

I rolled my head around, sucking more, using my cheeks and the top of my mouth to massage at his pricktop from different angles, not caring that things were getting messy as just a little bit of drool spilled from one of the corners of my mouth. Finally I let my hands rest on his thighs while I took a deep breath through my nose and made the impossible attempt to try deepthroating this monster.

It all happened in what seemed like an instant: I took the plunge. It was brutal, I gagged hard as his giant head gaped my throat, but leaned in more, thinking I was through the rough part but gagged only harder as his seemingly endless length dragged along the trouble-spot as it went deeper and deeper into my lurching gullet. In fact I could seriously injure myself if I tried to prove I could swallow the impossible. Feeling a sense of defeat, I retreated, gasping for air wetly as his titanic cock burst from my lips, showering my face in thick slobber dredged up from deep in my body.

His colossal cock stuck out insanely past the end of the bottle by at least a few inches. I gasped, blinking in disbelief. I moved in to start sucking his cock again, but was startled as he instead seized my shoulder, effortlessly lifting me to my feet as he clucked his tongue. Before I could protest not that I would have, mind you, he had me backed up to the bar, crouching a bit so that he could begin to paint my tits with his tongue.

The darkness outside gave me a perfect reflection from the window, I watched as he first just focused on the immense globes themselves, Giant tit stories his big hot tongue up and down, narrowly avoiding the areolas inwards. My areolas are actually fairly pale, barely darker than the huge white titmeat that surrounds them, but when I am aroused and you better believe your ass I was by now they get a bit pinker and a little bumpy with the tumescence of my giant gumdrop nipples.

But the bastard kept annoying that more sensitive ground, torturing me and teasing me with slow hot licks that painted every other part of my rack, even leaning low to lick the often-neglected undersides, letting the heavy weight of them rest on his cheeks as he turned this way and that. Finally he brought his big hands into the action, gently lifting my tits in his palms, stroking and rubbing at them, squeezing them together into a single giant mass of pink-tipped succulence.

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