Elena trudges through the streets of Venice, her heart heavy and her eyes scanning the endless rows of shops and offices. Her once confident stride has now been replaced by a tired, shuffling gait. The weight of unemployment hung on her neck like an anchor, pulling her down day after day. Her flowing brown hair was tied in a messy bun, and her round cheeks were flushed both by the summer heat and the frustration of rejection after rejection. She clutched a crumpled newspaper tightly in her hands, the job section fluttering in the wind. Ink smudged across her fingertips, leaving a trail of desperation.

She finally finds the courage to cross the threshold of an elegant building near Rialto, where a freshly placed sign announced the search for a "maid for evening cleaning service." Hope flashes in her mind: perhaps here fortune will smile on her. Marco, the employer, a young and attractive man, welcomes her with a smile that does not hide his desire. He looks at her from head to toe, lingering for a long time on her generous breasts that rise and fall slightly with Elena's laboured breathing. She feels uncomfortable but does not have the luxury of being able to refuse a job offer.

"Good, Elena," Marco begins, his voice warm and soothing. "I'm glad you're here. The job I'm offering you isn't just cleaning. There will be... conditions." He gazed at her intently, his pupils dilated. "You should know that I have a weakness for beautiful ladies like you. Especially for your... particular qualities." Elena, despite having understood the double meaning, forces herself to remain impassive. "What conditions?" he asks, his voice trembling.

Marco approaches slowly, his hands resting on Elena's hips. "I see that I don't scare you," he smiles, showing perfect white teeth. "Then I guess you'll accept the conditions. You have to come to work here, dressed in a certain way. Without a bra, and in clothes that show off your... wealth." He gives her an appreciative look. "If you accept a little 'extra' work," stressing the word extra rather ambiguously, "it will pay off." The silence thickens, as if the room has filled with embarrassment.

Elena takes a deep breath, her chest heaving and her breasts swaying slightly. She thinks of all the rejections she’s received, of the money she doesn’t have to pay the rent, of the outstanding bills. She wonders if she’s willing to go along with an arrangement like this. Her breath catches, but determination pushes her to speak. “What…what are you asking me to do as extra work?”

Marco, licking his lips, leans in even closer. "Nothing you haven't already experienced," he replies ambiguously. "Thanks to your 'endowment'," Marco's eyes fix on Elena's breasts as he says this, "If you allow me to call them that. And in exchange, I'll pay you double the normal amount in cash." He looks at her sideways, as if expecting a violent response. But Elena, with some newfound courage, nods cautiously, "Just those?" he asks, clarifying the terms of the agreement.

"Of course," he whispers in her ear, his voice heavy with desire. "Whenever I need a little... relief, I can use them. I'm sure they're worth their weight in gold." Elena feels goosebumps, but she can't afford to refuse. She accepts, and Marco's face lights up. She knows she's making a difficult choice, but necessity pushes her to endure the humiliation for the sake of her future.

They start right away, and the tension between them is thick. Elena tries to ignore Marco's hands that constantly move around her breasts, but the feel of those forbidden touches gives her goosebumps. He gives her instructions on how to clean the offices, the desks soaked in male perfume, the leather chairs, the dim lights that create shadows that stretch across the marble floors.

Marco points out an office down the hall, the master’s personal room. “There,” he says, pointing to the closed door. “You need to do some… special cleaning.” Elena approaches, her heart pounding in her chest, her hands sweaty as she grips the broom. She hears Marco’s footsteps behind her, the soft sound of fabric caressing the floor. Fear creeps up her spine but she knows there’s no escape and asks, “For this extra service, will you give me something right away?”

Marco smiles and approaches, his hands sliding around her shoulders and settling on her breasts. “Let’s see how you do,” he whispers, “and I’ll decide how much you’ll pay.” He pushes her gently but firmly inside, closing the door behind her. The room is dark, lit only by a soft glow from a lamp on the table. Elena turns, her heavy breathing filling the space between them.

“Take it,” Marco orders, gesturing to the cowboy hat that adorns the desk. Elena obeys, her heart pounding. The dark leather of the hat slips between her fingers, warm to the touch. He looks at her, his pupils glowing with excitement. “Now,” he continues, “put it on and act like you’re going to push me away.”

Elena forces herself to remain calm, to not show the fear that is eating her. She lifts her hat, resting it on her head, her lashes shadowing her eyes. The sensation of the leather cylinder on her head makes her feel alien, as if she is wearing someone else’s mask. She pulls her shoulders back and lifts her chin, mimicking determination. Then, with a decisive movement, she pretends to push Marco away.

But Marco doesn’t move. Instead, he unbuttons the light blouse she is wearing with a quick, decisive gesture. His warm hands slide over Elena’s chest, sliding the fabric over those breasts that her bra can barely contain. The sensation of the fabric opening and her bare skin exposing itself to the cool air makes Elena jump. Her breasts, supported by a sturdy but low-cut bra, rise and fall with laboured breathing. Marco watches her, his eyes shining like diamonds, his breathing becoming heavy.

Elena feels like she’s falling into an abyss of forbidden desires, but desperation gives her the strength to continue. She leans against the desk, the cold wood contrasting with the heat that’s spreading throughout the room. The dim light highlights the white skin of her breasts, the hard nipples that can be glimpsed under her bra. Marco’s hands rise, as if attracted by a magnetic force, and begin to delicately massage her breasts, sliding over the hard nipples like pearls. A moan escapes her, and for the first time, she realizes that a man’s touch hasn’t excited her in a long time.

Marco’s fingers become insistent, as if they want to free the treasures that the fabric hides. Elena closes her eyes, breathing heavily. Embarrassment mixes with pleasure, and her legs begin to tremble. Then, with a decisive gesture, Marco grabs the hooks of her bra, opening it. The weight of her breasts pours forward, freeing her breasts to rise and fall like waves of the sea. The soft, warm skin of her chest is exposed to the air, and the feeling of vulnerability invades her, but at the same time, gives her an unexpected sense of power.

Marco wastes no time in moving closer, his mouth moist and his lips parting in a satisfied smile. Elena’s hands tighten around her cowboy hat, trying to resist the urge to cover herself. Instead, she lets go, feeling her employer’s hands slide down her chest and curl around her nipples. The touch is rough, but pain and pleasure blend together, creating a sensation that makes her skin crawl. It’s been a long time since she’s felt anything like this, and yet, fear and disgust give way to a warm desire.

Marco’s eyes lock onto Elena’s breasts, his pupils dilated with desire. Despite the situation, Elena feels desired and, in a way, satisfied. He continues to manipulate them, touching and pressing, and Elena’s breathing becomes even more laboured. His fingers move down, seeking the boundary between skin and fabric, to feel their softness and heat. Elena's shirt rises, revealing her pale skin and the mark left by her sturdy bra. Marco bends over and slides his tongue over a nipple, licking it delicately. Elena makes a muffled sound, a mixture of pleasure and humiliation.

With a quick gesture, Marco grabs her shirt, taking it off. Elena's big tits swell and rise, as if they were breathing deeply. While her nipples become more turgid and her dark areolas wrinkle, as if they have been waiting for these kisses for a long time. Elena feels Marco's wet mouth licking her, licking her and biting lightly. Marco's lips move from one nipple to the other, making her tremble with pleasure. His hands grab her breasts, squeezing and pressing hard, as if he wants to absorb all the sensuality they exude.

Elena lets herself go, her head falling back. Marco's lips move to kiss her neck, nibbling the soft skin. Marco's teeth press lightly on her nipples, making her jump. The sensitivity of Elena's breasts lights up like a flame, and the sensation runs down her back, making her feel alive like she hasn't felt in a long time. Marco's breathing, hot and wet, mixes with the sound of his heart beating wildly.

Marco's hands move behind Elena's back, pulling her closer to him to better feel these large, soft objects of his desire. Elena's breasts rise and fall with her laboured breathing, as if they were trying to escape from something. Marco watches them with eyes full of lust as his tapered fingers slide over Elena's chest, caressing the skin damp with sweat.

"Are you ready to make me have fun?" he asks, his voice hoarse. Elena doesn't answer, but the tremor that runs through her body says enough. Marco's hands tighten around Elena's breasts as if they are trying to contain them. He begins to squeeze them, delicately at first, as if he were testing the consistency of a ripe fruit. Then, with a firm gesture, he pushes the nipples between his thumb and forefinger, making them swell as if they are about to burst. Elena lets out a muffled moan, her mouth open in an expression of pain mixed with pleasure.

Marco doesn't stop. His hands move quickly over Elena's soft tits, as if he were kneading bread. Elena's skin turns red, responding to the insistent touch. Her breasts rise and fall to the rhythm of the pleasure that invades them, the soft flesh adapting perfectly to Marco's hands. Her nipples elongate, hard as little marble balls, and respond to every caress, every touch.

Marco's fingers tighten around Elena's breasts as if they were about to suffocate them. Squeezing them hard, he makes Elena make a sound of pleasure that mixes with the sound of the fabric deforming in his hands. Elena feels the pressure growing, the desire consuming her. She hasn't felt anything like this in too long, but the sensation of pleasure that spreads through every pore of her body makes her forget her dignity.

Marco pushes her breasts forward, as if he were trying to control them, to possess them. His hands move quickly, as if they were playing a piano of flesh and skin. Elena abandons herself to these sensations, her knees bend slightly, her breathing becomes laboured. Her breasts pushed up and down by Marco's hands as he abandons himself to an almost sadistic enjoyment. Elena's hands cling to his cowboy hat, the only source of comfort in a sea of ​​humiliation.

Marco approaches, his lips parting in a perverse smile. His hands continue to squeeze, pinch, mistreat Elena's breasts, which emit muffled sounds. He looks at her, his eyes shining like stars in a dark night. Marco's hands don't stop, his touch becomes more decisive, pleasure mixes with pain. Elena feels as if she is about to explode, to dissolve in the clutches of this man. And yet, she doesn't rebel.

Elena's big tits rise and fall, as if they were dancing a macabre ballet, to the rhythm of the pleasure that pervades her. Marco takes them in his mouth, one at a time, licking and nibbling as if he were eating a forbidden dessert. Marco's tongue circles around her nipples, making them swell and harden. Elena doesn't know whether to scream or cry, but the sensuality of the moment makes her lose control.

Marco pulls away from Elena, looking at her with lustful eyes. She sees his erection pushing against his pants, the tip peeking out like a snake ready to strike. "Now," he says, his voice raspy and breathless, "sit here." He pushes her gently into a black leather chair.

Elena obeys, her legs shaking and her knees touching in nervousness. Marco comes closer, his breathing heavy as if he's about to explode. He kneels in front of her, his hands coming up to cup her breasts, his fingers clenching the skin that slides between them. Then, with a brusque gesture, he unzips his pants and Marco's cock pops out like a weapon ready for battle. It's hard and hot, the drops of lube glistening like pearls in the sun.

Elena looks down, her eyes locking onto Marco's member. It's large, the glans swollen and red, and it reminds her of forbidden fruit. Fear mixes with desire, but desperation and the need for money silence her. Marco takes it in his hand, moving it to prepare it for his own arousal. Then, he pushes it between Elena's tits, which open as if they were about to swallow something enormous.

The skin of Marco's cock twists, slipping between the soft, warm flesh of Elena's breasts. She sighs, her face red with embarrassment. Marco's hands tighten around her breasts, pushing her tits together forcefully. Elena's breathing becomes laboured, her lips opening and closing as if she's about to speak but can't find the words. Marco's cock moves back and forth between her big tits, his balls slapping lightly against Elena's soft belly.

Marco, panting, squeezes Elena's tits around his member as if she's trying to suffocate him. Elena feels her skin tight and warm, her nipples rubbing against Marco's belly with the movement. The pleasure she feels only grows, her breathing becoming more laboured, her hands gripping his cowboy hat as if she's about to strangle him.

Every movement of Marco makes his cock slide between Elena's tits, his fingers writhing against her breasts, seeking some relief. The sensation of humiliation and pleasure mix in an explosive cocktail, and the woman realizes with horror that her desire is awakening. She hasn't had a man in a long time, and Marco's touch, however rough and violent, triggers something primal in her.

Elena’s hands rest weakly on her boss’s arms, her cowboy hat falling to the floor with a silent thud. The leather chair creaks slightly, the sound mixing with the laboured breathing of both of them. Marco squeezes her breasts tightly, as if he’s trying to extract the pleasure from those swollen breasts. Elena closes her eyes, her mouth half open, her breathing becoming laboured.

Marco grunts like an animal in heat, his words becoming dirty and vulgar, talking about how Elena’s tits drive him crazy, how the desire to possess them is consuming him. His fingers move quickly, pressing, squeezing, twisting and pulling the soft flesh. Elena feels the heat rising to her face, a mix of embarrassment and pleasure that almost makes her faint.

“These big tits of yours are the size of watermelons,” Marco grunts, “and they look like they were made to be fucked!” Elena's hands tighten around the boss's arms, her mouth half open in an expression of mixed horror and pleasure. She feels her breasts rise and fall violently, as if they were responding to those vulgar comments. Marco's desire is felt throughout the room, as if he were about to explode at any moment.

"My cock is having fun between your big tits like it's never had before!" Marco continues, his breathing becoming even heavier. Elena closes her eyes, trying not to think about the words that slide off her like mistletoe. Marco's desire for her breasts makes her feel uncomfortable, but she can't deny the sensuality that spreads throughout the room, like an air full of static ready to unleash a storm.

The muscles in Marco's arms contract, his skin damp from the effort. The pressure on Elena's breasts becomes unbearable, but at the same time exciting as Marco's cock throbs spasmodically. Marco's desire penetrates her, the desire he emanates makes a shiver run down her spine. "I'm going to come in here," Marco growls, "and I'm going to cum like a horse would!"

Elena feels her knees shaking, the knowledge of what is about to happen pervades her. She has no choice but to accept the treatment, for the money, for the hope of a future. With a final effort, Marco pulls away, his cock rising like a flag wet with desire. Then, with a bestial cry, he erupts his hot, thick seed, flooding Elena's chest.

The jets of cum hit Elena's tits as if they were about to be painted with a viscous brush. The warm, wet sensation makes her shiver, but the desire that drove him to that gesture makes her feel alive in a way she hasn't felt in a long time. Marco's load covers Elena's breasts, the drops sliding down like tears of sin.

Marco stands up with difficulty, his hands tightening around his legs to keep from falling. His laboured breathing mixes with the awkward silence that fills the room. Elena opens her eyes, the skin of her breasts glistening from the copious ejaculation. It almost looks like she's wearing a white pearl top.

"Wow," Marco murmurs, looking at his masterpiece. "I didn't think you were this good," and he hands her a wad of bills. "Here, with your big tits you've earned as much as a week's work," he says with a lewd smile. "And if you keep entertaining me like this, you'll get a lot of 'extras'."

Elena picks up the money, her hands shaking with tension and disgust. She knows she has just agreed to continue in a dangerous game, but she needs the money. "Marco," she begins to tell him in a shaking voice, "you... promised me that..."

Marco raises a hand, interrupting her. "Shh," he whispers, "don't worry. We've agreed on our deal. I'll pay you double if you let me use your wares in... special ways." Marco's tone of voice was soft, but the request that came with it was anything but gentle. "And next time," he continues, "let's think of something fun. A little role-play, to make things... intriguing."

Elena feels her throat go dry, her hands moving mechanically to clean her breasts. She nods, her face impassive. "What are you asking me to do?" she asks, her voice sounding like it's coming from far away.

Marco smiles at her, his face lit up with a perverse light. "I want next time, we play 'thief and housewife.' You'll be the innocent housewife and I'll be the thief hungry for... tits," he says, his words becoming soft and caressing like silk. "And don't forget, Elena, you must continue to dress appropriately for my... entertainment."

Elena, her breasts still wet with cum, looks up at him with sad but determined eyes. She nods slowly, her face impassive. She has accepted the game, and now she is paying the price. "Allright, next time," she says, her voice cracking.

Marco, the boss, nods appreciatively. "Great," he replies, his face lighting up with pleasure. "I like your cooperation. Next time, think of something special. Dress like a real housewife, but without a bra. Here are the keys to the building and the room; tomorrow you arrive here around 9 pm and I will join you, in the meantime, you start cleaning this room."

Elena nods, her face impassive. Disgust mixes with gratitude for the money. Taking the keys, she feels as if she is holding the double-edged knife of her own destiny. She knows that the path she has taken will lead her to dark places, but the hope of an economic solution pushes her forward. "Okay," she says, "I'll do as you said."

That night, Elena couldn't sleep. Her thoughts race through her head like murky waters, unable to chase away the images of Marco and the pleasure he has so cruelly torn from her. Her hands tremble at the thought of having to do it again, but the need for money binds her to that humiliation. Suddenly, she finds herself thinking about how desired she felt, how the breasts, the size of which she had felt guilty for years, were now giving her an unexpected power.

In a whirlwind of conflicting emotions, Elena finally falls asleep, only to be sucked into a warm, viscous dream. She sees herself as if in a scene from a pornographic film, with her breasts bare and her face twisted in an expression of pleasure, her cowboy hat on her head, and Marco, the handsome boy with the perverse smile, getting excited in front of her. The dream brings her back to the reality of a few hours before, but it makes her feel different, as if she were playing a role in a film and on the verge of an orgasm.

Elena's hands move automatically to her breasts, as if they were trying to trace the trace of pleasure that Marco has given her. Her nipples swell and harden, responding to her light, cautious touch. In the dream, the sensitivity of her breasts amplifies, as if she were feeling Marco's fingers on them. Her fingers tighten around her nipple, as if to test the reality of the dream.

Slowly, the touch becomes firm, the breathing becomes laboured. Elena moves slightly on the bed, the sheets twisting around her body like a snake wrapped around its prey. Her thoughts become confused, the desire that consumes her mixes with fears and uncertainties. In the grip of the dream, masturbation becomes a necessity, an exploration of her own pleasure and power.

Her nipples click like buttons on a pleasure remote, sending shocks through her like lightning bolts. Elena caresses herself, touches herself, feels herself, as if she were trying to understand her own anatomy. The dream becomes real, her breathing becomes heavy, her hands moving quickly between her breasts, as if they were trying to free something and then down between her legs, tickling her clitoris, bringing herself closer every moment to a colossal orgasm.

The bed creaks, the noise mixing with the sound of Elena's breathing. The sensuality of the dream takes over her, her face twisted in an expression of pleasure. Her hands move in concentric circles around her clitoris, the finger slowly insinuating itself inside, penetrating like a snake. The sensitivity of the dream makes her feel as if Marco were really there, with his hands on her, his tongue licking her breasts.

Elena writhes, pleasure rushing through her like a raging river. Her legs open, her pussy moist and hot. Her hands move in a frantic rhythm, as if they are trying to trap their own pleasure. The pressure builds, as if a volcano is about to erupt. Elena's head lifts, her eyes wide, her breathing laboured as if she is about to suffocate.

The touch becomes almost violent, the pleasure overwhelming her like a wave. The finger moves, as if it is trying to dig a tunnel deep inside herself. The sensitivity of Elena's clitoris lights up like a star, glowing with an unbearable heat. Then, with a muffled cry, Elena comes like a fountain, the hot liquid flowing down her thighs, staining the sheets. The pleasure envelops her, invades her, consumes her.

For a moment, the room is filled with a deafening silence. Then, the sound of Elena's breathing fills the room, as if she is trying to regain control. Her head falls back onto the pillow, her breasts rising and falling quickly, as if they are still under Marco's control. Elena's face turns red with excitement, her lips moving in an ecstatic expression caused by the pleasure that has overwhelmed her and then she falls into a deep and restorative sleep.

The next morning, Elena wakes up with a guilty conscience, her face hot and her breasts heavy. The scene from yesterday comes back to her like a nightmare, but the sound of the money weighing in her pocket makes her feel a little better. She has to keep doing it, or she risks ending up on the street. In the evening, she gets ready for work. She chooses a light, tight shirt that highlights her breasts, wears it without a bra, as promised to Marco, and notices that her nipples swell and harden at the mere thought of how he used them the night before.

As she walks through the narrow streets of Venice, she feels the prying eyes that follow her like shadows and stare at her openly her big tits bounce visibly with every step, as if they want to attract attention. Elena tries to cover them with a light duster, but she knows it's no use. Her protruding nipples remind her of the promise she made to Marco, and a shiver runs down her spine. Although her dignity hurts her at every glance, excitement ignites deep in her heart.

The men turn, licking their lips, imagining the sensation of those breasts in their hands. She feels like an object of lust, exposed and vulnerable. Her breathing becomes heavy, her knees go weak. She has never felt such power, and for a moment, she indulges in perverse fantasies. Last night, the feeling of humiliation had mixed with an uncontrollable desire. Now, walking down the street, she realizes that the power of attracting attention has an exciting side.

Elena arrives at the building, her hands tightening around her chest. Her heart beats as if she is about to face a monster. The door opens onto a silent and dark hallway. The lights come on at regular intervals, creating shadows that dance on the walls. The sound of her own breathing echoes as if she were in a cave. The thought of Marco makes her shiver, but the knowledge of the power he has over her, and over her breasts, gives her the strength to continue.

As soon as she crosses the threshold of the room, the sensation of her breasts moving freely and heavily envelops her like a warm blanket. Despite her fear, she cannot deny the excitement that spreads through her. She begins to clean, her nipple lightly rubbing against the fabric, the movement that makes her savouring her own femininity. The curves of her breasts, hidden and ignored for years, come forward as if they want to show themselves and take their revenge.

Soon, Elena hears the sound of light footsteps behind her. She turns slowly, her heart in her throat, fear mixing with excitement. She sees a thief appear, his black mask and hat pulled down over his eyes. His gaze pierces her like a knife, his face twisted in an expression of lust that makes her freeze. His hands grip the handle of the broom as if he were about to face an enemy.

The thief approaches with stealthy steps, his mask giving him a sinister and perverse look. "Don't move," he says, his voice hoarse and menacing. Elena turns to look at him, her breathing coming in laboured gasps. She hadn't expected the game to go this far, but something in her wakes, as if the dream of that night was about to come true. She imagines him advancing with his hard cock pointing like an arrow, ready to hit the target.

The thief takes her by the arm, the touch giving her goosebumps. He pushes her forcefully into the chair, his hands squeezing her breasts as if to make sure she doesn’t escape. The ropes wrap around Elena’s body like a snake, binding her tightly. The contact with the hot, bare skin of her breast makes her swell with excitement, her nipple hardening as if it’s about to explode.

"What a nice surprise," the thief says, his voice dark and satisfied. "I didn't know my favourite entertainment was waiting for me here." Elena's hands move futilely, trying to free herself. But the thief's grip and the ropes won't let her move.

Her fingers move to her breasts, caressing, pressing, as if exploring a forbidden treasure. "What do you have here, beautiful?" he whispers, his voice becoming breathless. "Two beautiful and large things, made especially for my entertainment."

He laughs, his face twisted with a look of perversion. "Now," he continues, "I'd like us to distract ourselves a little." He walks over to a cabinet, opens a drawer, and takes out a DVD.

Elena looks at him. "What... what are you doing?" she asks, her voice shaking.

Marco, the masked thief, shows her a DVD with a nightmarish smile. "Let's see what we can do with girls like you," he says, putting it in the player. The screen lights up, and the image of a woman with enormous breasts appears Elena closes her eyes, but Marco's hands lift her chin, forcing her to look.

In the film, the woman appears tied to a chair, just like Elena. The actors on the screen handle her like an object, her breasts bouncing and twisting with the violence done to her. Elena feels uncomfortable, her heart pounding as if it wants to escape her chest. The movements on the screen make her imagine that these things could happen to her, too.

Her nipples swell, her breasts rise and fall, almost as if imitating the movie. Elena doesn’t know if it’s fear or pleasure. Marco’s hands become heavy on her breasts, as if trying to replicate the scenes they’re watching. Her breathing becomes laboured, her heart pounding.

“Look,” Marco orders, his finger pointing to the television. “Look at how they treat big-breasted women like you.” Elena’s hands tighten on the ropes that bind her, her face flushed. She’s never watched a movie like this, and the feeling of having to do so now, in these circumstances, makes her feel dirty and humiliated. But something awakens, a desire she doesn’t know how to handle.

The woman on the screen has her breasts tied with silk ribbons, and a huge dildo, similar to a horse’s cock, dangles between them. A masked man holds her head and forces her to watch her own humiliation. Elena feels like she’s looking at herself in a dark mirror, the same emotions, the same terror, the same desire.

Marco’s hands move quickly, grabbing the black rubber dildo that glistens with lube. He places it between Elena’s breasts. “Look,” he says, pointing to the movie. “Your turn now.” The plastic cock slides between Elena’s tits, Marco’s fingers pushing it back and forth, as if trying to set a rhythm that her breasts don’t want to follow.

Elena watches the scene on the screen, her lips tightening in a grimace of disgust and pleasure. She has no idea how she got to this point, but the desire that is taking over her makes her feel like she is in another world. The dildo slides between her big tits like a snake, her skin burning at the contact with the hot, viscous rubber.

Marco, behind the mask, becomes even more excited, his cock throbbing between his legs as if it were about to explode. His hands become frantic, pushing the dildo forcefully between Elena's breasts, making her moan with each thrust. She closes her eyes, trying to resist, not to give in to those primitive impulses. But the feeling of pleasure that comes from having that large object invading her breasts makes her want to scream.

"You'll see what I can do with tits like these!" Marco shouts, his breathing becoming heavy. "I'll prove it to you," he continues, his hands becoming insistent, as if sculpting the flesh of her breasts. In one swift movement, he pulls off his mask, revealing a face of sadistic pleasure. "I'll be your thief for the night," he says, "and you, my housewife to force and your big tits will be the battlefield."

Elena, her lips compressed in a grimace of disgust and pleasure, tries to rebel. "What the..." she begins, but the words get stuck in her throat. She doesn't know how it got to this point, but anger and desire merge into a vortex of emotions. "If you think a little plastic will be enough to make me cum, you're on the wrong track! These tits need much more than a dildo this small!"

Marco stops for a moment, surprise painted on his face. He didn't expect Elena to react this way, but the challenge turns him on even more. "Oh, so you want a real man, huh?" he says, his tone of voice sharpening like a razor. "Do you want me to show you how to really use two big tits like these?"

Elena raises her chin, her eyes burning with defiance. "Of course I do," she replies, her voice full of defiance. "If you think you can do better, show me." The desire to show Marco her power and the repressed desire push her to dare more.

Marco, the masked leader, stops for a moment, surprise mixing with desire. Then, with a perverse smile, he approaches Elena. His hands squeeze her breasts tightly, making her moan in pain. "So, housewife whore, show me that you are worth twice as much," he says, his lips approaching Elena's ears "I will take inspiration from this film that seems made for you. I would not be surprised to find you among the protagonists."

Elena looks at him defiantly. "If I were here," she says, her voice vibrant with determination, "I'd be THE star. So many things have been done to these tits, everyone who's been through them, that I don't think you'd find anything that would shock me." She knows she's walking on a razor's edge, but she doesn't stop. She needs to feel in control, to prove to herself that she's not just an object of male pleasure but that what's being done to her is for her pleasure.

Marco laughs, the sound lost in a perverse gurgling. "Good," he says, "then let's start our real night of entertainment." He moves closer to Elena, his hands growing heavy on her breasts. He pushes her back, the rubber dildo sliding between her tits. "This is going to be a night you'll never forget," he whispers, "and I won't stop until I've squeezed every last drop of pleasure out of you. Are you ready to repeat everything that's done to tits in a porn movie?"

Elena, her head spinning with challenge, nods, breathing hard. She feels Marco's desire penetrating her like a hot knife. Fear mixes with desire, but determination makes her look up, meeting his fiery eyes. "Do your best," she says, "because your fantasies about my tits don't scare me, in fact, they make me stronger." and Marco "We'll see! enjoy the scene!"

In the film, a busty woman has her big tits fucked by a mechanical dildo.

Marco walks away for a moment, disappearing behind a curtain. Elena hears the sound of something moving, her heart swelling with curiosity. Then, he reappears with a mechanical dildo in his hand, the engine rumbling like an animal in heat. Fear grips her, but she doesn't let go. She knows there's no escape, but the desire to win, to prove to herself and Marco that she's not afraid, pushes her to resist.

She looks at him with eyes full of defiance, her breathing becoming panting. The mechanical dildo, large and black, pulsing with the desire for destruction, gives her goosebumps. "I don't think that's enough," she says, her tone of voice becoming mocking.

Marco, the perverted boss, approaches with the dildo in his hand, Elena's face tinged with fear mixed with excitement. He stares at her, his breathing becoming heavy, his mouth opening as if he were about to taste his prey. He locks the base of the motor to the arms of the chair, placing the tip of the dildo close to her breasts, her big tits rising and falling in anticipation of contact.

Elena holds her breath, her heart pounding as if it were about to explode. Then, with a quick, decisive gesture, Marco presses the power button. The black dildo begins to move quickly, sliding between her breasts and forcing its presence between her soft tits like a snake. Elena lets out a cry of surprise, her face turning red. She hadn't expected such speed.

Her breasts are violently slammed up and down, dancing to a wild, uncontrolled rhythm. The noise of the dildo's motor mixes with Elena's grunts, the sensations become intense, the pain mingles with pleasure. Her nipples, swollen and sensitive, react to every thrust, as if they were about to burst. She writhes, her vagina moist and eager, her legs opening and closing as if they were trying to accommodate him, and Marco asks her, "Is this enough or do you want more?"

Elena, breathing heavily, nods. "N-N-No" she stammers, her hair plastered to her forehead from sweating. Marco, satisfied, increases the speed of the dildo to absurd levels, the noise of the motor becoming a constant hum. Elena's tits vibrate, as if they were attached to a giant vibrator and were about to detach from her chest. The movement causes waves of pleasure that drive her crazy. Then, suddenly, Marco slows it down. Her tits slowly swell and empty, as if they were about to suffer post-coitus and Marco "It almost feels like they masturbated your tits making them come." and Elena, feeling challenged and extremely bold "If my tits had come you would have the whole room covered in cum."

Marco laughs amused and brings the speed of the dildo back to maximum, Elena's tits rising and falling as if they were about to fly away. Elena, her mouth wide open in a silent scream, abandons herself to perverse pleasure, her nipples swelling and hardening as if ready to explode. The pressure becomes unbearable, but the desire to show Marco that she is not afraid pushes her to endure the pain.

Then, suddenly, the speed slows to a minimal vibration. Elena feels like she's about to have a breast orgasm, her breasts contracting with tension. Marco, obsessed, watches her like a predator, his cock pulsing in unison with the dildo. "I see you like it, and so does he!" Suddenly, a whitish fluid squirts out of the dildo, copiously, spreading between her tits and then towards her face, leaving Elena speechless.

Elena, her eyes wide open, feels disoriented and humiliated. Fear mixes with pleasure, the desire to scream and cry. Marco comes closer, his hands sliding over her breasts, spreading the fluid over her like a miracle cream. "Enjoy," he orders, "enjoy your and his pleasure."

Elena doesn't know whether to resist or give in, but the desire that makes its way through her leaves her no escape. The mechanical dildo continues to vibrate between her breasts, her big tits rising and falling as if they were about to explode into the air. The fluid runs down her neck, the drops stinging as if they were burning her. "Come on, Elena," Marco says, "tell me you like it, that it makes you feel alive."

Elena nods, her throat dry, her breath coming in short gasps. The sensation of pleasure and pain drives her crazy, but the will to win keeps her going. "I...I do," she stammers, her face flushing red with humiliation. Marco laughs heartily, sadism reflected in his eyes, takes a rope and ties her tits tightly together around the dildo, "Let's see how it feels like this."

Marco presses the power button again, and the dildo starts moving at full speed again. Elena writhes in pain and pleasure, her tits vibrating like beach balls. The dripping fluid mixes with her skin, creating a viscous, wet sound. The feeling of power and control she feels makes her feel like she's floating in an ocean of sin, and she feels something change in her: like a state of half-sleep in which her sensations have increased and her desire grows stronger as if something is distorting and increasing her sensations.

Suddenly, Marco slows the speed of the dildo, almost stopping it altogether. Elena feels like her breasts are about to explode, the tension that pervades her and makes her feel like they are about to shoot off. The pain/pleasure she feels, her legs tightening and opening as if dancing to the rhythm of the dildo. "Come on," he whispers in her ear, "tell me you want it, tell me you want it."

Elena, her mouth dry, tries to speak but no words come out. Her head spins from the sensation, as if she were being suffocated. Then, in a moment of madness, she lets out a scream that fills the room. "Y...yes," she cries, "I want it, I want it! What have you done to me to make me such a slut!" Marco laughs with sadistic joy, his hands grabbing her head, his fingers tangling in her hair. "It's because of the cum from the dildo, it has something that helps, both not to feel pain and to lose inhibitions." He presses the button again, and the dildo starts moving at full speed again.

Elena's tits rise and fall as if they were about to explode, the pain and pleasure merging into one exciting sensation. The fluid flows copiously, the room fills with the smell of cum and desire. Her nipples, hard as rocks, contract and relax in an erotic ballet. Elena feels as if they are about to tear her skin, but she doesn't stop, indeed, she abandons herself even more to the perverse pleasure that overwhelms her "Oh fuck! This is how you'll make me come!"

Marco, the sadistic boss, enjoys the show, his cock throbbing between his legs as if it were about to explode. Then, with a calculated gesture, he slows the speed of the dildo again, Elena's tits contracting and relaxing in anxious anticipation. "Let's see how you react," he says, "to something real." He approaches Elena, his hands growing warm on her breasts, his mouth approaching a nipple. Elena twitches, her breathing stopping in anticipation.

Suddenly, the dildo starts moving at full speed again, her tits vibrating as if they were about to explode. Elena screams, her face turning dark red. Pain and pleasure merge in an explosion of sensations. The nipple in Marco's mouth swells and hardens, as if it were about to explode. He sucks it, nibbles it, licks it with his tongue, gives her the touch of pleasure she is missing. Elena's hands grip the ropes, as if they were about to tear her breasts off.

Then, suddenly, Marco stops the dildo. Elena's tits contract as if they were about to suffer, the pain becoming unbearable. "Why?" she screams, her face distorted by denied pleasure. Marco, the sadist, looks at her with eyes full of amusement. "To make you want more," he replies, "to make you beg to have my cock between your big tits." and Elena screams "And fuck them, what are you waiting for!"

Marco unbuttons his shirt, revealing a hairless, muscular chest. Elena, her pupils dilated, enjoys the scene, the desire that consumes her. He comes closer, his hands becoming insistent on her breasts. Elena's skin heats up, her big tits swell as if they were about to explode. Then, with a quick movement, he takes off his pants, revealing his cock hard as a rock, ready for battle. With a quick tug he pulls the dildo out from between Elena's tits, making her jump.

Then, with a gesture that sends shivers down her spine, he comes closer and inserts his cock between her tits. His hands squeeze them, pushing it back and forth as if they were pumping. The sound of his cock slamming against Elena's chest mixes with her moans that become louder and louder, her face tinged with pleasure, her eyes closed and her lips half open.

Elena feels like she's about to fall apart, the pain is unbearable but the pleasure that comes from it is driving her crazy. Marco, the sadistic host, looks at her as if he were about to devour her, his face tense, his fingers tightening around her nipple as if he were about to make her die of pleasure. The cock between her tits gives her the feeling of having no limits, of being able to go on for hours and hours, as if time had stopped.

Then, the cock stops suddenly. Elena lets out a moan of relief and disappointment. Her tits, full and red, rise and fall as if they were about to explode, the fluid dripping onto her chest like the lava of an erupting volcano. "Why?" she screams, her vagina contracting with the need for pleasure. Marco, with a perverse smile, stares at her. "To make you want more," she replies, "to drive you crazy."

Marco, his dark eyes glowing with an evil light, says, "I want you to like it," he whispers, "I want you to ask me to continue." Elena, the ropes cutting into her flesh, her eyes filling with tears, nods frantically. "I want it," she cries, "I want it!"

Marco, as if hearing Elena's prayer, begins to fuck her tits violently again. Elena's tits vibrate at an inhuman speed, hitting the chair. Elena feels as if they are about to fall off, as if they are about to fly away, the pain and pleasure merging into one vortex. Then, suddenly, the pace of the fucking of her tits slows.

Elena, her mouth wide open, emits a strangled sound of disappointment. The desire to please consumes her, the desire to feel Marco's cock between her big tits becomes an obsession. Marco, the sadistic master of ceremonies, revels in the power he has over her. "Tell me," he whispers, "tell me you want my cock, tell me you want my cum on those slut tits."

Elena, with a last effort of dignity, tries to resist. "I...I don't want it," she stammers, her lips twisting in an expression of pain and desire. Marco, the obsessed boss, laughs amusedly. "I don't believe a word of it," he says, "I see it in your eyes, I feel it in the way your tits rise and fall like they're about to come."

With a decisive gesture, Marco reinserts his cock between her tits. Elena feels as if she is about to crush them, her tits rising and falling in an inhuman movement. And finally she screams, "Yes, I want it between my tits and all the cum you can give me!"

Marco, excited as ever, screams, "Then you have to offer me your big tits so I can cum on them!" The noise of his cock slamming into her chest becomes deafening, like a jackhammer that knocks endlessly. The room fills with moans, screams, a visceral noise that shakes the foundations.

Elena, now at the limit of what is bearable, lets herself go with a cry of pleasure and pain. The desire to feel Marco's hot cum flooding her face and tits pushes her to ask for more. "Do it to me," she begs, "cum on me, cover me with you!" and saying this she pushes out her tits in a voluptuous and extremely vulgar way.

Marco, the obsessed boss, lets out a triumphant smile. He has won the battle, he has broken Elena's resistance, he has made her his personal whore. With one last decisive movement, he places his cock on her big tits and begins to masturbate vigorously "I'll flood them with my seed soon!" Elena's hands grip the ropes, her breath breaking in sobs of pleasure as she gasps for the shower of cum.

Marco's cock rises and abandons itself between Elena's tits, as if they were about to welcome him. She, with a final effort, makes them jump to give him one last blow. Marco's breathing becomes heavy and then, with a bestial cry, he explodes, flooding her with hot, thick cum. Elena feels as if she is dying of pleasure, her tits rising and falling in a final gesture of acceptance, sending drops of cum flying into the air.

Marco withdraws, his cock still pounding, the cum sliding down her breasts. Elena, her face twisted in ecstasy, doesn't move. Marco, satisfied, watches her as if he were looking at his own work of art. "You love the feeling, huh?" he asks, his tone of voice mocking. "You love the feeling of having my cum everywhere, like you're marching through a mud of pleasure?" She nods, panting.

Then, with a quick movement, he unties Elena, his hands sliding down her breasts as if they are about to fall off. Elena feels like she is about to collapse, her legs buckling as if they cannot hold her up. "Now," he says, "clean up the cum that fell on the floor."

Elena, her head spinning with pleasure and humiliation, reluctantly kneels down, picking up a rag. Her breasts, still red and swollen, hang to the floor like two ripe melons. She is about to start cleaning when Marco stops her, "What are you doing, you don't want to ruin a rag? You have to clean with your tits!"

Elena, her eyes filled with anger and desire, looks at herself carefully. "What else do I have to do?" she asks, her tone of voice becoming mocking. Marco, the sadistic boss, approaches her, his hands growing heavy on her breasts. "You have to clean the cum with your tits," he orders, "I have to see that your big tits absorb my seed like a sponge. You get on all fours and rub the floor with your tits, they'll rub against it anyway."

With a rebellious movement, Elena gets up and turns around, showing Marco her breasts spattered with sperm. "Do you want me to do it now?" she asks, her face turning red from the humiliation. He responds with a nod, his smile turning amused. She kneels on the floor, her breathing becoming laboured. She begins to rub her tits on the floor, strangely with the cold and rough contact of the floor shivers of pleasure rise from her breasts, the fluid that spreads everywhere. Her hands tremble, her vagina that contracts with the desire to please. Marco laughs amused and, every now and then, hits the big tits crushed to the floor with the tip of his shoes "Good job my big tit."

Elena, her skin burning from the humiliation and pleasure, continues to clean. She feels like a caged animal, but at the same time like the queen of her own desire. She presses her big tits voluptuously to the ground, getting shivers of pleasure as if they were dancing a dance for the master's pleasure. The cum mixes on the floor. "Good, now clean yourself up," Marco says throwing her a towel, and then "are you ready to continue?"

Elena dries her tits and asks "What do I have to do?" and Marco, looking at her lasciviously "Well you have to clean my room."

Elena, her breasts still warm and sticky with cum and her legs shaking, grabs a new cloth and approaches the desk to start cleaning but is immediately stopped by Marco "What are you doing? With your tits! And scrub everything well, mind you."

Elena leans forward on the large wooden table, her heavy, soft tits leaning on it, deforming to adapt to the objects on it. She begins to rub with her breasts, the feel of the rough wood giving her goosebumps. Marco watches her, enjoying it, his hands becoming heavy on his recovering cock. "I like how your tits move," he says, "and how well they clean, so soft they are perfect for reaching even the difficult spots; it turns me on just watching you work."

Elena, her head spinning with humiliation and pleasure, continues to clean, her big tits moving with grace and determination, to reach all the spots. Cum spreads across the wood like a precious oil, her tits rising and falling to conform to the shape of the things they touch. Her nipples, hard as rocks, feel like they can penetrate anything. "Do I have to clean up properly?" she asks, her face flushing a deep red with the knowledge of what she's doing. Marco nods. "Absolutely," he replies, "I have to make sure my room is as clean as I've ever seen it. Remember to clean that column properly."

Elena approaches the column, pressing her tits to the cold marble. She begins to rub, the contact between her skin and the stone sending shivers down her spine. The sound of her nipple scraping against the marble mixes with the laboured breathing of both of them. Marco, watching her closely, puts a hand on her ass, pushing her forward. "Higher, masturbate her really well with your big tits."

Elena strains, lifting and lowering her tits against the column. Pain mixes with pleasure, her breathing breaking into moans. Marco, the sadistic leader, sitting in an armchair, masturbates watching her use her big tits like that. "You're good, you're doing it well," he says, "I love the way your big tits move, they'd make that column come. Now come over here and lie on the carpet on your stomach."

Elena lies down, her chest pressed into the carpet next to the boots Marco is wearing, telling her, "Now," he says, "you have to clean the carpet with your big tits." Elena, her head spinning from the intoxication of sensations, obeys. She begins to scrub the carpet, her breasts moving in an erotic ballet often touching Marco's boots too. "Yes, clean those too."

Elena, her face aflame with desperate desire to please, leans forward, rubbing her boots with her tits. She feels the leather rubbing her skin, the heat spreading. Her hands are shaking, her mouth opening and closing as if she's about to bite. "Do I have to clean it well?" she asks, her voice growing anxious. "Perfectly," Marco replies, "they must be shiny from the work of your big tits." As he says this Marco resumes masturbating, watching Elena use her big tits to masturbate his boots.

Then, with a gesture that sends shivers down her spine, Marco says, "Now get up and come here." Elena struggles to her feet, her tits hanging like ripe fruit. She moves closer to him, her breathing becoming heavy. Marco scatters a few short thumbtacks on the floor and then pushes her on top. "Clean here," she orders, her face turning red with excitement, "clean with your whore tits."

Elena, her face tense, gets down on the ground and starts rubbing her tits on the floor. The tips stick between her breasts, hurting them but the pain turns into pleasure. Her tits rise and fall as if they were about to crush them, the tips making their way between the folds of her nipple. Marco watches her, his cock swelling with pleasure. "Come on, move them more," he says as he continues to masturbate, "show me how much you enjoy having these big cow tits abused. Collect all the tips with your tits."

Elena, with a moan of pain and pleasure, starts to spin around, squeezing her tits harder as they writhe as if they were about to come on their own; she feels the pins against her big tits pressed to the ground, sticking in and being blocked by her tits. Desire devours her, making her perceive this torture as extreme pleasure. Marco, masturbating faster and faster, with his breathing becoming laboured, asks her "Do you like it?" Elena, her eyes closed and pressing her tits more to the ground, nods frantically. "I knew it," Marco whispers, "I knew you would become my big tit of pleasure." saying this he cums again, copiously, directing the jet onto her breasts pressed to the ground.

Elena, her skin covered in cum and sweat, lifts herself up with difficulty. Marco looks at her with eyes full of desire. "Am I finished?" he asks, his face tense. He replies, "For today, yes," he hands her a handkerchief, "wipe yourself off and put on something clean, you really deserved an extra tonight," he tells her as he hands her an envelope full of bills.

Elena, her head spinning with pleasure and a desperate desire to know, takes the envelope with her mouth open. "I feel so strange. But... what was in that liquid from the dildo?" she asks in a faint voice. Marco, the sadistic boss, answers with an enigmatic smile. "A special product that is absorbed at the level of the epidermis," he says, "something that makes you feel good, doesn't make you feel pain or humiliation and breaks down inhibitions. Tomorrow morning you should stay home, until the effect wears off. Your tits might feel a little sore, we played with them so much and so well. See you tomorrow night."

Elena, her mind clouded, takes the envelope and barely gets dressed. She rushes out, her big tits hanging as if they were about to fall off, her face distorted by a mix of pleasure, pain and confusion. Once home, she throws herself into bed and falls asleep immediately, a sleep full of dreams.

The dreams that flood her give her no peace. Dreams in which her tits make her feel invincible, desired, used. Dreams in which Marco takes her tits in every way. Dreams in which pain becomes pleasure, pleasure becomes pain. Dreams in which cum flows over her like a river of lava, her big tits swelling and contracting ready to make her come.

The dreams are so vivid that her hands go on their own to seek relief between her legs. The fingers that slip into a vortex of pleasure, that move in rhythm with the dreams that have not left her. Her vagina burns with desire. She masturbates, her fingers that slide fast and decisive, as if they were looking for something forbidden while she feels her breasts swollen like never before.

Soon she is shaken by a colossal orgasm immediately followed by a peaceful and restorative sleep.