Author's Note: All characters in this story are 18 or older.
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Sally Waters was the most beautiful woman in the city of Leather's Row. She had 38 triple g tits, a forty inch round bubble butt, long silky legs which were just as tan as the rest of her body, a thin waist that would put Lynda Carter to shame, a pair of puffy pink lips, blue eyes, long blonde curly hair that fells down to her shoulders, and beautifully structured cheekbones. As you can imagine, every man in the city wanted her and, for a healthy price, anyone could.
Now, Sally wasn't a prostitute or a whore, as she liked to point out to the guys who addressed her as either of those things. She just liked to charge for her services and no one minded that for one bit. Especially the losers who couldn't get laid on their own.
The biggest loser of them all was a guy named Garth Hen. Garth Hen lived next door to Sally and would always ask her to help him "release some stress" and, of course, she would do so, but not without some regret. You see, Garth wasn't just some loser who didn't know how to dress properly or had a job fixing computers like so many other guys who came to her were. Garth was ugly. Really, really fucking ugly. I mean, put this guy next to Nick Nolte and Nick Nolte would look like Bradley Cooper. He was fat, but not just fat. He was extremely fat. About five hundred pounds. And short, which made his fat body look even worse. He had only a few long strands of hair that hung over the side of his face, a pig-like nose, large bat-like ears, small beady eyes, thin dry lips, two puffy red cheeks which looked like they were going to explode any second, and a super huge double chin that jiggled when he walked, fucked, and laughed. On his chest lay two man tits which were way bigger than Sally's wonderful orbs of pleasure, and under them his belly stuck out over his waist line and cottage cheese looking turkey thighs that made it impossible for him to see his own two inch dick and hairy balls, even with a mirror, and size four feet which were just as hard to see. His back, when he turned around had large man-boob-like pieces of flesh and a lump at the very top that resembled the one the Hunchback of Notre Dame had in the novel. And his ass...well, if you call it an ass, was square and saggy.
As Sally lay on the lawn chair in the middle of her backyard, completely naked, she heard Garth breathing heavily as he climbed down the steps behind his house and hoped he wouldn't come over to her. Don't get her wrong, she loved making money and her job. But if it wasn't for those things, she wouldn't have even acknowledged the existence of the fat fuck and would've gone after much sexier guys in a bar or club or something of that nature. And besides, it was a hot and beautifully sunny day. Even for the money, she didn't want to fuck. She wanted to sit out here in the sun and relax. Unfortunately, before she could even give up her hopes, the fat bastard stepped into her lawn and called out her name.
When she looked, he said, "Hey, how's it going, neighbor?" He wobbled closer to her, the disgusting double chin jiggling like mad. Today he was wearing a blue Hawaiian shirt, open in the middle, red swimming trunks, and black sandals.
"Hey, Garth," she said back to him, a fake smile on her face. "Everything's fine. Just relaxing out here in the sun." So please don't bother me, you fat fuck, she thought.
"That's good," he said, now standing over her, blocking out most of the sun. "So, um..."
Here it goes, she thought.
"...I was wondering. You see, I'm...kind of stressed, and I would love you to help me release some stress."
"Sure," she said, acting excited. "What would you like me to do?" she said. "You wanna a massage? A lecture? Or a Buffet?"
"Boy, I would love to have a buffet," he said, pulling out a roll of hundreds. "But I only have enough for a lecture."
"Okay, then," she said, not giving a shit out his money problems. "A lecture it is." She sat up, her giant tits falling onto her lap, then stood up, grabbed the fat motherfucker's hand, and walked him through the hot grass to her house.
Her house wasn't anything special. Just a little white brick sitting two houses away from the entrance to the Harpies' View subdivision. Sure, with all the money she made off of all the men who visited her, she could've afforded something better, but the truth was, she didn't want anything better. She was happy living in her little house. Plus, having a house like this kept the IRS off her back, and that mattered more than anything else at this point.
Before opening the sliding glass door, Sally looked at Garth, smiled, then turned away. Thank God he has money, she thought. Otherwise I wouldn't be caught dead with this disgusting piece of shit inside of me.
The living room was brightly lit and smelled like fresh flowers and every electronic was off, except for her E-Reader, which sat on the little table under the hanging flat screen, but it was charging, so it was okay.
Closing the sliding glass door, Sally turned around and Garth wrapped his arms around her waist, brought her closer to him and pressed his lips against hers. Despite the annoying feeling of sandpaper rubbing her lips and the horrible smell that came from his mouth, Sally kissed him for quite some time, occasionally wrestling his tongue with her own, tasting today and yesterday's meals, and moaning loud enough for him to think she enjoyed it, then pulled away gently, saying, "Easy, partner. You keep kissing me like that and you'll explode way to early. You don't want that to happen, do you?"
"No, Ma'am," Garth said, big balls of sweat rolling down his face as a putrid scent began to fill the air around him. "That's why I've been practicing on my arm, see?" He showed her his arm. It had a red spot right under the wrist and a couple of more near the elbow. "I imagine I'm kissing you and I haven't blown my load yet, until I'm ready to." He still had his arms around her waist and as he spoke, that hellish scent that left his throat hit her face and she tried her hardest not to grimace.
"Great," she said, forcing herself to smile and sound excited. In all honesty, she hated kissing him. Even more than having sex with him. So this was a nightmare. "But how about we get started on the sex already." Suddenly, before she could think of her next sentence, she looked at the clock on the cable box under the television and saw that it was a quarter to three. Her son, Eric, would be home soon and there was no way in Hell she wanted him to walk in on her having sex. "My son will be home soon," she said, proud of herself for finding the greatest excuse she could, "and I wouldn't want him to catch us in the act, you know what I mean?"
"Oh, yeah," he said, sounding like he had forgotten all about what time her son came home. "But why not? Wouldn't it be more fun that way? Having him watch the entire thing?"
Sally was fine with fetishes. Even weird fetishes. But the idea of her son watching her have sex gave her the chills. He was a handsome guy, to be honest. He was tall, had tan skin, dark long hair that fell down to his shoulders, a hard muscular body complete with a six pack, and an angelic face that drove women crazy, but he was still her son, and that fact put her off ever thinking about him in any other way.
"It would," she said, trying to not sound judgmental. "But I don't think he would feel the same way."
Garth laughed. "Are you kidding me? I bet he does. Every guy would if they had you for a Mom. They'd probably even jerk off to you in the shower every chance they got. I know I would. My mom wasn't that pretty, so I would've killed to have you instead."
Sally pictured her son in the shower, the water running over his hard frame, his hand over his cock, rubbing it relentlessly. She didn't know how big it was exactly, but she knew it was huge because of all the times she had caught him with a boner. Why he had a boner all those times, she didn't know, but now that Garth had mentioned this new idea to her, she wondered if they were for her, and she shook her head.
"Uh," she said, her face getting hot, a chill running up her spine. "Wow. That's...nice. Very sweet of you. But I think we should get going, anyway. I'm sure he has homework. But maybe next time we can ask him to join, okay?"
"All right," Garth said, sounding disappointed. "Lets go."
"Awe, come on, sweetie," she said, "don't sound so sad. "It'll be really fun, okay. I promise."
She took his hand and walked him to her bedroom. Her bedroom was all pink and there were fluffy stuffed animals everywhere and it smelled like scented candles had come in here, farted up a storm, then left.
"Here we are," she said, and turned around.
The fat bastard was still sweating, but he didn't seem to notice or care. He took her in his arms again and kissed her. "I love you so much," he said.
"Thank you," she said. Every time, right before they had sex, he would tell her the same thing. That he loved her. And she would always thank him. She didn't know if he genuinely loved her or if he would just saying that to set the mood, but she didn't care as long as he didn't propose to her. "Now, why don't we get those pants off of you. I'm sure you're cock would love it." She moved her hands under his enormous belly, grabbed the top of his shorts with her thumb and index finger, then pushed them down until they fell by themselves to his ankles.
He stepped out of them, then over to the edge of the bed and sat down, lifting his belly with both hands and parting his legs. His cock and balls looked so tiny when compared to the rest of him, but she imagined that no matter how this motherfucker looked, they would always be the same size.
She moved her eyes allover him. Very sexy, she thought, sarcastically, as she wondered how the fuck something on this beautiful world could be so goddamn ugly. She thought maybe it was the whole Yin and Yang thing. Where there is good, there must also be evil. But in this case, where there is extremely beautiful (her), there must also be extremely ugly (him).
