^As I was writing, I thought, how many people will object, offended by what I was saying and the way I characterized Ms Muse as a girl so caught up in her boobie greed that when sexually excited, she loses all concern to those around her, as her huge breasts demand release and sexual satisfaction results. The one person I didn't think would be offended was you. Thanks. I get enough grief for my posts already.
When medical science realized that the milk Muse so profusely made could be put in capsule form and substituted for Viagra, she became a cash cow so to speak. Though she had little interest in money or what her milk caused, being able to quit my job and service her repeatedly every day was her sole concern. And her milk capsules here in high demand because when taken regularly, not only were guys left with perpetual hardons, their cocks were slowly getting longer and thicker. I already had this problem, the half grapefruit size bulge making tight jeans impossible as was wearing shorts; even soft, I hung well below the leg opening.
The majority of the time around the house, neither of us bother with pants or underwear any longer. While I may throw on a shirt for comfort, Muse always wears a little teddy that comes only to her waist, allowing her huge gigantomastia breasts to hang far below it and her exposed ass always an invitation and ready for action. Her boobs have grown so huge that she finds both a missionary and doggie position difficult today, but she loves being bent over anything that can afford her the support for her insanely heavy boobs and she loves being on top. The pounding against her cervix as she rode me gradually stretched it out to where she simply takes my entire length with one motion, the head buried deep in her womb and against her diaphragm. I still find it amazing how she instantly climaxes every time as I am still entering her and from there, it is difficult to discern one orgasm from another because it is like just a continuous unending orgasm that often continues even if I pull out for 10 seconds. She gives new meaning to being caught in rapture.
Muse is clearly devoid of serious thought, mindlessly staring at the TV, out a window, or even at the wall as her hands are always stroking her breasts when not otherwise occupied. There was a time when she enjoyed simple shows and even easy video games, but today, she has gone beyond that, her attention span limited to single sentences and physical pleasure. Whether it is making love to her or just milking her massive tits, she is always so easy to satisfy. Sometimes, I have to wonder which one of us is actually the sex toy, though neither of us have any complaint.
I think Muse would be satisfied to stay home most of the time and being serviced every few hours in one way or another, because with the enormous size of her breasts, I cannot milk her and have sex at the same time. Still, I like to put some clothes on her at least a few times a week and take my beautiful girl out and show her off. Bras have long been a thing of the past for Muse and now I use over-sized t-shirts or simple kimono style dresses, either way, encasing her boobs and tying the excess material at her waist. They really don't offer any lift, but just prevent her boobs from being exposed or hanging out the bottom when she bends over even a bit, not that she seems to notice or care. Muse is not longer a great conversationalist, not that she ever was, but she laughs at peoples jokes and is very happy when they mention how huge her boobs are or are bold enough to talk about sucking on them or fucking them (hey, like I'm right here). Just another reason I seldom leave her side; control, Muse has none. In between those times, she is often just looking down at her breasts, jiggling them, sometimes leaning forward as she spreads her legs wide so that she can watch as she swings them back and forth. The easiest thing to talk about is always her huge boobies, the only subject she actually loves. I just always have to be careful about mentioning sex or actually touching a breast when in public, because she will quickly start spiraling down to the same unavoidable climaxes.
Days are often hard with my Muse, but all so pleasurable and rewarding. I just wish I could get more than 4 hours **82** without her climbing on top of me to go for a ride, but to be awoken every night to massive boobs crushing my chest, a huge nipple aimed at my face, and a voice pleading for me to suck on it, well, servicing Muse is my job and no one loves their job more than I do.