THIS IS A SLEAZY FUCK PARODY... IT AIN'T REAL
Queens, New York 2006
Carrie Heffernan came home one evening, just as her husband Doug and his friends were starting their poker game. She was in a foul mood because her supervisor at work told her that her Queens accent would be a problem for her getting promoted by her Manhattan bosses. "Yeah Spence, put your beer beside the damn coaster." Carrie angrily moved it to the coaster and stormed in the kitchen. Doug just shook it off and kept playing poker with his friends. Spence decided to go talk to Carrie about why she was mad and Doug's mom Janet sat down to take his place in the poker game.
Spence walked in the kitchen and saw Carrie open a bottle of pills. "You know Carrie, you'll never find the answer to your problems at the bottom of a pill bottle."
"They are Flintsones chewable vitamins... CAN I HELP YOU?"
I think I can help you Carrie. You see, before I moved here, I grew up in a small town in West Virginia, where we talked like this." Spence said it, in a very stereotypical southern accent. He looked deep into Carrie's beautiful eyes and said again, "I can help you Carrie... I know how to lose an annoying accent. Let me help you." Spence licked his lips, looking at Carrie's ample breasts in her tight, brown, turtleneck sweater. Carrie noticed his goofy, perverted staring at her sweet tits. She thought about slapping him... but then she realized she needed his help. She really wanted the promotion and she didn't know how to lose her accent herself. She let him ogle her gorgeous C cup tits. She even stretched back and pushed them out for him. She knew she may have to let him do a little more than stare at her tits... But she gave in and decided, if she had to go farther she would... to a certain point.
"If you can help me actually lose my accent and get my promotion... I'll be very grateful Spence... but you better not be pulling something, cause I'll beat your chubby little ass, if you're not on the up and up."
"I promise Carrie... I promise... I'll help you get rid of your accent and get promoted. I give you my word... could I have a little feel of your magnificent titties... as a little treat maybe?"
Carrie looked at him and just shook her head, lowering it in her hands, then raising it up, looking at the ceiling. She realized she definitely was gonna have to let Spence have some fun with her, to get his help. Carrie relented and said, "go ahead, you little pervert... but you better help me... or I'll beat your ass!"
Spence smiled and rubbed his chubby hands together. He groped Carrie's beautiful 34C tits, squeezing them roughly, licking his lips. Spence had a huge crush on his friend's wife and now he was fondling her beautiful funbags, with her hubby in the next room. Carrie was repulsed by Spence and his hands on her body... but the dirtiness of being felt up, with her husband in the next room turned her on. Her nipples were rock hard and she bit her bottom lip, enjoying the dirty fondling in her kitchen. She let Spence keep going.
"Can I feel them under your shirt?"
"Go ahead... but hurry up, before Doug catches us."
Spence smiled big and pulled Carrie's sweater up, fondling her beautiful cans through her white bra. He squeezed them hard, flattening out his hands and squeezing them harder and roughly. Carrie moaned and licked her lips, turned on by the whole dirty event. Spence leaned down and kissed her tits through her bra, licking her bra as well. Carrie almost smacked him... but let him continue. He pulled her tits out of her bra and sucked them voraciously, stuffing her whole tit in his mouth. Carrie quietly came in her thong. She moaned into her mouth, not wanting Spence to know how much she was enjoying it. Spence took Carrie's right hand and put it on his cock tent in his jeans. Carrie instinctively squeezed it. Spence moaned and sucked roughly on Carrie's tits. Just then, they head Doug get up, so they both stopped. Carrie pulled her sweater back down, reaching under it and putting her beautiful tits back in her bra.
"Come over tomorrow while Doug is at work... I'm off... and remember, this better be on the up and up or else."
"I'll definitely help you Carrie. I promise I will. Maybe we can continue our fun too."
"Just be here and help me you little weasel...we'll talk about the other stuff later."
Spence came over the next two days trying to help Carrie. They tried all of Spence exercises and nothing worked. Carrie was thinking she was being duped by her husband's perverted friend and she thought about just kicking his ass. She didn't want him around anymore and Spence was getting nervous that he wouldn't get his dream of actually fucking Carrie. He though of one last, desperate exercise and hoped it worked. Carrie had to go out for a little while so he waited at their house.