Doctor. Lawyer. Stripper. Sex-worker.
Ganja had quite the amount of skills in her career toolbox when she needed it. She could strip for a guy to get him horny, string from him a grand for the sex, mend his broken dick after that overly-wild ride drained him, then file the restraining order herself when he inevitably fell in love. A hell of a résumé, surely had driven more than one boy to insanity from the Vegas strip to sell his house, divorce his wife, and say goodbye to little John Jr. just for a shot at her. She’d say no, of course, just like she had with the line-up of men who came before and after him. Ganja, the big-titted latina stripper, could have any man she wanted, and for some reason she was stuck here on a desert road with Ralph, in some micronation called Las Vergas.
But all those fancy degrees, permits and experiences meant shit when your car went kaput.
“Why the hell am I doing this?” She groaned, having popped the hood, looked around for around two seconds, tapped the motor with a wrench and already giving up. “Isn’t this your car?” She shut down the hood, showing that her tiny white top had been completely drenched in sweat, ample underboob dripping to the dirt on this desert road.
Ralph was busy naturally. Conducting the relationship between man and madness between two dancing fingers, not a bit of sweat beneath his flappy hat as the acid did its job. He heard… music, the blue sky joining the amber mountains in the distance, the cool wind carrying a drunk wasp’s song of ample lands from thousand of miles away. The colours around him were melting into a gorgeous mosaic, his skin moulting as he became one with the leather chair in this convertible.
Then tits!
Oh, the glorious brown tits of Dr. Gazonga were beautifully drenched and sparkling under the scorching sun. In his gaze, they both shrunk and grew upon his command, simultaneously the small size of the most adorable little bitties on the planet before swelling larger than the desert boulders. His cock wanted to greet them, rub its nose between their great peaks before sating their burning surface with cooling, virile marshmallow syrup.
“Hey! I’m talking to you!” She threw that wrench with pin-point accuracy between his legs, hardly a reaction as he continued to give little gargles from his lips, finger tips twitching. “What’s your solution?! Aren’t you supposed to be some great, fearless reporter?”
“What?! His head shot up. “Fearless? I said nothing of the sort.” His hand slapped across the dashboard, looking for his cigarette in a desperate life or death struggle until he inhaled. Damn this sexy latina witch! She had somehow put the cigarette magically in his mouth! Or maybe it was there the whole time? No matter.
“Well? Is your plan to just wait here?” Her foot stamped as she wiped her brow for the dozenth time, loose hairs stuck to the sticky trap which was her forehead. “It’s incredibly dangerous to be exposed in the open under the desert sun! Help me figure this busted car up, or we’ll be toasted like my sweet abuela’s terrible thanksgiving turkey!” She shuddered as she imagined her skin turning into such a dry, overcooked thing.
His eyebrow raised. “Busted? The hotel room we fucked in last night is busted. This monstrous kitty is as fine as fire.” His back pulled itself from the seat with a rip, sounding as if he was sewn to the thing before he crawled over the gearshift. He pointed at the blur of meters and numbers behind the wheel and wagged his finger. “See? We just don’t have any gasoline. Better for it as well, killing our planet with that kind of fuel.” In fifty years, they’d have cars running on pure dick-power, he knew it. They just had to play the waiting game.
Her eyes closed, those surprisingly fit biceps flexing as if they were giving their best pose for the cover of a fitness mag. “And why, for fuck’s sakes, don’t we have any gas?” That eye-twitch reminded him of a dragon, for some reason her body now towering over him as she seemed to gain more and more height, blocking the sun.
The pockets of his shorts were pulled out to reveal their emptiness. “No money. No dough. No clams. No-”
”NO MONEY!?” She slapped a fit on the door. “How is that possible!? I just paid you.” A little furious slobber spat from her lips, boiling the second it landed on the driver’s seat. “A hella lot too!”
”Yeah.” He raised a finger, and raised his wobbly spine drained of fluid as straight as it would go. “Then I spent it on pleasures. Lots of them. Enough for the week in this crazy country which isn’t a country, but is a country somehow with borders.” He failed geography in school, but they didn’t give much of a lesson on unrecognised micro-nations anyways.
Fists were clenched hard, a vein pulsing up her neck like a snake, and she brought her whole body down on him, giving damn hard punches on his shoulders which shook him like a car crash. “You spent all my money on drugs already!? That was to cover your bill AND EXPENSES!” Their bodies entangled, Ganja clearly having second thoughts on this purchase of services, wondering why she’d chosen him until she felt it right between his legs.
Flomp. His erection rubbed against her crotch and the fury of fists stopped as she bit her lip. Sure, that spicy fury had hardly left her eyes, but her mind thought of a better use of her energy besides slapping a fool. Ralph had his head too much into her sweaty tits, feeling his own heart beat in a furious bass heavy concert as he licked at her chest away, not even noticing that she had started taking her pants off.
“You fucking man.” She growled, taking that impressive footlong of Ralph at the base, pulling it from the waistband and wiggling its heavy girth as one would with a baton. “F-Fucking crazy.” She managed to slip her own khakis down just slight enough to expose her moist lower lips, the heat coming from it intense. “How are you always this aroused?” She slowly shlunked in, even an experienced young woman like Ganja needed to go slow on the meat-train. “And-” She grunted, steam from her nose. “And why does it feel so good?!” Her tongue flopped out, her previously dry mouth now drooling like Niagara.
“Good god.” His head pulled from those majestic sweaty funpillows and frantically looked to the left and right. “Do you hear that? A gaggle of horny travellers speeding upon their way to this very gas-guzzled vehicle! Abscond we must!”
Okay, even Ralph was thinking he had done a little too much acid, but something more than his brain was tingling right now, a sixth sense partying on his skin.
“Uh-huh…” Ganja muttered out most uninterested, more concerned in chasing her own high off this fat fucking pussy-blaster that she was pretty sure was poking at her brain. “G-God this is grimy. Lost in the d-desert, fuck-boy high as fuck, b-but- OH~ Ummm~… Lovin’ it an-” The thrusts of her hips, so damned firm and precise from years of experience of milking cock for their dollar worth, slowed only slightly, her glassy eyes gaining new clairvoyance as they squinted at the horizon. “What the…?”
Ralph adjusted himself up the seat more, his hips not slowing their hump either, but he too tried to comprehend the black dots in the distance.
The objects could be heard before they were seen, great bass rumbling like the buffalo stampeded, but finally it was clear that these were trucks approaching fast. Painted in tribal colours, a wild party in the back with the seeming favourite party favour being a spiked-bat. There were three in Ralph’s view of sight, if he wasn’t seeing double again, and a quick look in Ganja’s direction saw three identical trucks. They looked at each other, still hot in coitus under the hotter sun, Ralph grabbing his hat. “You seeing trucks full of yelling men in the back or is this like when I saw bats last night when we were going at it like a bunch of baboons?”
“Well unless that pre-cum got my pussy high with your dumb drugs.” She panted out between grunts. “Then yeah… We’ve got a problem.” Her head tilted around his stupid safari-ish hat. “Maybe they’re the welcoming committee?”
”Yeah.” This was harshing his buzz, so he decided to focus on that hot sweaty rack, jiggling up so firm between them with every whip of his hips. Boobs, so simple in their glory but trying to explain why was a complex question that philosophy had failed to solve. “A welcome to the jungle, maybe.” He motorboated those fine titties, hoping that he could just freeze time and lose himself between.
“W-We really should do something!” Ganja cried out, hands on his shoulders, but still riding him hard enough to make the car lurch forward inch by inch. Ralph had seen it before, serious danger around them, but the dame too addicted to his shaft and him irresponsible to actually do anything about it. “I-I mean..” She started to tighten her thighs on his waist. “I-If you could just cum or-”
”I’m not close though, you speedy fool.” He muffled from her tits, the sound of rowdy men, banging on the side of these rusted trucks with blunt weapons, getting closer. “Why don’t you cum and-”
”Damn it!” She started to wildly buck now, eyes intense as her nails dug into his shoulder. “Cum, damn you! We need to get away!” With the fury of the crotch rubbing, it was no small wonder how smoke didn’t start to scintillate between the two. “I-If you weren’t such a sex machine, we’d-”
*EEEEERRRCH*
A relieving shadow flashed over their bodies in coitus, cooling the odd couple instantly as they looked at the black jeep which had braked harshly to the side of their useless convertible. The door flew open, enough force to whiff the side-view mirror on the driver’s side clear off.
“Come with me if you want to fuck another day!” A voice from the shaded insides of the vehicle sounded out. Feminine, motherly, kind of MILF-y, Ralph had to adjust his eyes from the sweltry hot sun.
“A ninja?” He quickly blurted out with Ganja’s tits on his chin, eyes squinted. The woman was indeed in some Islamic-dress thing which Ralph found unflattering and a little frightening in his tripping-state. Her eyes were the only thing visible, a tanned bridge of the nose and big blue eyes the only clue to her identity from behind the driver’s seat.
“It’s Niqab, you dingus.” Doctor Gazonga finally snapped free from her lust and slipped that fat hog of a cock from her sizzling fuck-hole, crawling over out of the car. “And thank god someone came.” Her brow furrowed. “I mean, like to save us, not from sex.” She snapped her fingers. “We’re never doing that again, by the way!”
”Wait!” Ralph spoke up with some clarity. “Do you think we can actually trust her?” The trucks were barrelling down, only some hundred yards away.
“Do we have choice?” Her head tilted, rolling her eyes at the idiocy she had just let inside her precious love-box. “C’mon, don’t be an ass!”
“Just a second then.” He grumbled as he stood himself up, hooking his shorts back up as he checked his empty pockets. “You got the keys? I need to get to the trunk.”
75 yards away. “W-What? Why do you need the trunk!?”
His head tilted. 50 yards away. “Don’t be crazy, you witch.” He lit another cigarette the second he noticed he was smoking pure butt of the last one. “The pleasures I spent my salary on, the thing which started the bitching in the first place, are in there.” He started patting her body down, even squeezing her ass and tits. “C’mon where are they?”
40 yards away. "You’re joking! We’re going now!!”
“No way am I moving from this spot without my drugs!” He started yelling. “NO WAY I CAN SURVIVE THIS COUNTRY-ASS COUNTRY WHEN I’M SOBER AND-”
*Punch*
*Stars*
*Blackness*
“C-Cranky.” He muttered out into the fluffiest pillow he’d slept on in a while. The pillow was pinker than what he was used to as well, coming to only to realize he was in a bedroom, inside, desert nowhere to be seen from under some real pink and comfy sheets. He rubbed his face, mouth dry from lip to uvula and pretty sure there was a cactus growing upon it. Where was his Wild Turkey? He patted the bed beside him, only to find there wasn’t a drop of liquor around him! In shock, he flew the sheets off his body and looked all around.
Great Caesar’s ghost! He’d been dropped from the putridly hot desert into a little girl’s playroom, naked no less! He gripped his head, fully panicked. Pink wallpaper, fluffy yellow carpeting, posters on the walls of ponies and unicorns, sparkly make-up by a pearl white vanity, bulging black dildos shaped like horse cocks. Wait. Some detail was off with what he just saw, the last time he was placed in a pink princess room, it was much less kinky than this. He rubbed the back of his head, damn thing pounding as he wandered over to this dildo collection right by the vanity. He just touched the tip of a smaller, but still enormous red one when he came to a horrible realization.
The headache, the whole realness of the situation, the fact that he curious about his surroundings. It was terrible to imagine that this had even a percentile of being true, but he had to consider the awful truth.
He was getting sober!
His head shook furiously, sucking in as much air and tensing up. He knew how he got when he was sober, he knew that without the distraction of a sweet high that he was a threat to himself and all those around him. He gripped his hatless head and pulled at his short brown bob.
*pulse*
Looking down, he saw exactly what he feared. His erection bobbed up and smacked upon the pearly vanity, splattering some beads of cum across the mirror and surface. God, he swore he could see his own little troops squirming inside, desperate to impregnate, his vision so clear. He was a virile beast with a 12-inch dick, but that wasn’t why he was worried. He did those drugs not out of a desire for self-destruction after all, but to self-medicate himself from a horrible side-effect he’d had since puberty.
“O-Oooo Fuuuu~” He groaned as he gripped the base of his shaft, feeling it swell ever more. The condemned thing was burning in his touch, feeling as if a torrent of boiling blood was channelling forth into it, a perverted blood balloon which would make any body get to their knees and beg to blow it. He didn’t care anymore where he was, he just needed to do something about this intense arousal. He started to pant, tongue drowning in spit, gulping as he lifted his heavy dick-poundage and watched as fat pearl beads gapped from his cock slit, slinking down its base more like an avalache than a trickle. He hadn’t even come close to cumming yet, but his dick was already well lubricated. Daring not to continue, he just watched as it swelled redder and redder, knowing full well once he started he wouldn’t stop soon.
His hazy eyes scanned the room, seeing the pink around the roomswirl as the remainder of the drugs left his system. Dick twitching and squeezing cock-paste like crazy, he started to touch the surface of those sex-toys once more, petting their immense length as his eyes fell heavier. Soon everything was looking like a sex toy, and Ralph, as the master of unmoderation, was eyeing up every thing in the room. His masturbatory sessions tended to go on until he was satisfied, and his lithe body had a surprising amount of sexual stamina. Damn, the last time this happened, a girl almost drowned in his seed, but right now he couldn’t be troubled, he couldn’t care. He needed relief.
Mind racing, he was just licking his lips when a knock at the door snapped him back.
*Knock Knock*
*Click*
The big white door opened, Ralph not even giving note on why it was so tall until a rather large head poked inside. A pink hijab covered her chest and hair, but it was clear immediately that Ralph was in the home of one hot mama. She had these thick and distinct dark eyebrows over these amazingly clear blue eyes which seemed to take a dive into his soul. Her body was delicately covered from head to toe, but only by the sheeniest of beige nightgowns and her tanned and thick body was on full display. One could see how her sports bra was stretched to its outer limit by figurative flesh melons on a broad chest, making the strippers from the Vegas strip look boyish as they jiggled from all angles. There was a midsection bulge, a little soft, a little doughy, but such thickness looked ever so soft and cuddly, and nothing compared to her bottom. A big, thick, fat ass combined with rolling hips which surely made anything but the biggest fleshy wobble with each step impossible. Her thighs reminded him of cannon barrels on old Spanish gallons, girthy with heft and looking as powerful too.
Oh, she also appeared to be around ten feet tall, did he mention that? Because that was the real factor on why his cum production doubled, spritzing the floor in lewd cock polish.
He might have been frozen in shock, cock pre-cumming like a hose, but she was surprisingly calm in her reaction as Ralph continued to coat her clean carpet in a fountain of semen. The smile from her plump and pale pink lips weren’t ecstatic or anything, but she barely blushed as she walked forward to the bed with cloth in arms, lightly placing it on the sheets before patting it. “I’m glad you’re up!” She tilted her head slightly, not so much staring at it disturbed or lustfully, but almost as a good omen. “You were so mumbly and sweaty in your sleep that I was worried for a moment!”
His jaw was still dropped, eyes locked on that truly hypnotic thick booty of two nude cheeks of such lunar proportions only held back by a micro-inch of fabric. He was so caught in the debate whether she wanted him to put it in her that it was up to a third person to actually speak.
“Oh lord…” Ganja came in with towel around her body and head, squeaky clean just in time to get her eyes dirty with Ralph’s hard erect shame. “Of course I can’t leave you alone for a second!” She looked down the growing puddle on the floor and gave a gap. “T-That can’t be healthy.” She licked her lips before turning her head. “D-Disgusting.”
“It’s alright, ch1ld.” This towering pillar of womanhood closed her eyes and waved her hands. “An erection can be more effective than a thermometer after all!” She sashayed over, each swing a delectable sway of femininity with the subtly of the caboose of a train derailing.
His mind kept going on endless cycles of tracks which was his train of thought. He should be asking questions: Where was he? Where was here? Who was she? Was he still in Las Vergas? What had happened after the car? Why was she wearing such a fucking sexy outfit that made his monkey brain jump?
Then again, his body had other instincts: Grab that ass! Jerk that dick! Kiss those lips! Smack those tits! Get Ganja in there and ménage those twats! Eat asshole! Frig Fannies! Stack those stacked babes like items on a shelf and Go TO TOWN!
Of course, only one thing came out of his mouth.
“D-Drugs… P-Please!” He was shaking as he gripped her housedress, too consumed by his desire to ease his ravished arousal to even note that he was gripping quite hungrily at those eye-level tits.
“I don’t know him…” Ganja flipped her hands up to return to the hall. “He’s a stranger, an alien and I can’t believe I hired him!” There was some mumbling as she went further away. “Damn… Last time.. Hire someone… Dick size…Great sex… Dumbass… Glad she knocked him the fuck out.”
This new person seemed much less offended though, her permanent chill unperturbed no matter how his hands shook at her soft mountainous bazonga-flesh. “Of course, Ralph. I’m sure what you’ve experienced is quite traumatic, and you wish to take the edge off, hmm?” She patted his head, managing to slowly loosen his grip around her outfit, and by extension her breasts. “By the way, my name is Gordita and although we might not have things that you are used to in America, we have other narcotics you are free to test if you wish.”
”Yesss..” He rubbed his face. “I-I am open to experimentation. Let me tell you that.” He swore his dick was talking to him, making him have the most powerful angsty thoughts which would drive him to destruction. To rip this outfit from her body and ravish, pillage and that other word all holes several times. She’d be stuffed fuller than a cream doughnut but begging for more, his dick had that effect. He hated when it came to this, she was being weirdly kind, but sobriety brought out these demons he could not control. He bit his tongue, hoping that would be enough until she brought him something to ease this urge.
Gordita lowered her hand to his face, such a big but soft pair of digits. “Come, ch1ld. Take my hand and let mama take care of that pain of yours.” She licked her lips, eyes looking to his dick for the quickest of seconds, but he noticed it.
There was something really freaky about how she said that too, but he wasn’t in a position to question. He needed those drugs, or his dick was going to take complete control. So he took her hand, and she slowly led him out the door of this pink bedroom, each step having to be deliberate with hips like that, lest she get stuck in every door frame or corner. The pink shade didn’t stop outside the bedroom either, the long hallway stretching for seeming forever before a sharp turn at either end, but he didn’t have long to observe, as they quickly turned into the room right beside the one he woke up on.
It was a bathroom, small on room but everything mega-sized for a mega-mama like Gordita here. After all, that shower stall would have to be jacuzzi-sized if her hips were going to fit, and that toilet was the width of a lounger with the lid down. He was placed upon it, body shaking as he watched her body seem to move in slow motion.
When she stopped by the sink counter to put her hands on her quadruplet-bearing hips, her tits bounced like they were going over potholes, a light sounding whallop actually smacking in the small room as surely they had the weight of a big sack of flour. Her thunderous thigh shifted, flashing for him under that almost transparent nightie some of the thickest, juiciest pussy lips imaginable. Camel toe? More like the knuckles of a brontosaur, threatening to swallow a whole man’s torso in its hunger. And then that ass. Good god, it was sentient and trying entrap him with such perky cheeks. It cast its own shadow, the ass such a bubble that it stuck out from even those thicker than possible thighs. If he decided to leave, and why would he, he would be trapped by it, the thing literally as wide as an already larger than average doorframe.
His legs shaking, she thankfully was reaching into the shelves behind the mirror before those dirty thoughts swirling in his head became reality. “Here.” She finally said, putting down a little pink box to the counter top beside him. “Take one and-”
”Yeah!” He gulped down the first three he managed to scoop down with his two fingers and looked back at her sexy body. “Okay, what else?”
Her eyes closed again, but this time the smile was much more forced. “Um… I think I’m understanding what your friend was complaining about. We should wait to see if you survive this…”
That was a never a good starting sign for a drug trip. He gulped down the pills in his dry throat, already sensing their gross chemical taste as they slowly marched to his stomach. Eyebrow raised, he looked to the container, only now noticing the label, and kind of gapped at the label.
There was no way he was reading these labels right. They were insane!
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