Author's note: If you're not into tit fucking, ass-to-mouth, or facials, don't bother reading or I don't want to hear about it in the comments. Complaints about any of those will be deleted. Otherwise, enjoy and thanks for reading!
Kristen, the Baxter's buxom oldest daughter, and her tofu-eating, tree-hugging husband Ryan, were about to leave when Kristen's mother, Vanessa Baxter, stopped them.
"Hey guys, you can stay for dinner. We're just waiting on Eve." Eve was the Baxter's youngest -- and most rebellious -- daughter.
Kristen turned to her father, Mike Baxter. "Oh, uh, where'd you have her working today?" She turned to her mother. "Yesterday, she was on the loading dock, Mom." She saw the look of concern on her mother's face. "Yeah."
Vanessa looked at her husband. "What? Mike, isn't that dangerous?"
Mike was the co-owner of a chain of large hunting and fishing and other various outdoor activities supply stores. He had made arrangements for Eve to work in various positions at their main location during her gap year between high school and college. "For Eve? Are you kidding? She's like an ant. She can lift 50 times her weight."
"You know, I am so glad that Eve is making good use of her gap year. I mean, between playing music at the coffee house and working with you, she'll head off to college next year with some good life experience," Vanessa said while she prepared dinner.
Mike was more realistic. "Yeah. She'll have a year working 10 different jobs before she gets brainwashed by people who've never had one."
Then Eve walked through the door. Eve was an athletically built young lady with cute girl-next-door looks. Mike treated her more as the son he always wanted than his youngest daughter. "Hey, honey. I'm home," she said in her typically sarcastic way.
"Hey, how was work?" Vanessa asked.
"Ugh, can I get a martini and read the paper before the yackity-yack bullshit starts?" She paused and laughed. "Sorry, I watched a black-and-white movie last night."
"Where were you working today?"
"Online sales."
"How was that?"
"Yeah. It was great. Everyone was super-friendly and totally supportive when I told them I was gonna quit," she chuckled. "Oh, by the way, I'm quitting."
Mike and Vanessa were both surprised by this sudden turn of events.
Mike was none too pleased. "You want to quit working at Outdoor Man?"
"No. I am quitting. You made it 'want to quit' so we can have this discussion."
"This is crazy. You're making good money. It's a great experience."
Kristen opened the door. "You know, one of the best parts about being the oldest kid is that you know the exact moment your parents are about to explode, which is quickly followed by a make-up blow job, or jobs." She turned to Eve. "My thoughts and prayers are with you. Oh, don't forget. He likes to finish on your face."
Ryan stopped her. "Hang on a second. For one, your mom has offered us dinner and she's a great cook. Secondly, Mike's usually pissed off with me. I want to see what it's like when he's pissed off with someone other than me. It'll be like an out-of-body experience."
Vanessa ignored the comments and focused on Eve. "Uh, honey, w-why are you quitting?"
"I found something else I want to do. I want to work at The Pink Pony downtown."
Mike couldn't believe it. "The Pink Pony?! What? You're gonna dance the pole?"
"Yeah, something like that,' Eve said defiantly.
"Something like that?! What the hell does that mean?!"
Eve shrugged her shoulders. "You know. Customers might want something else. You know. Some special treatment."
"Are you fucking kidding me?! You don't have the body for that! You don't have the tits for that kind of job!"
"Mike!" Vanessa admonished him.
"What?! She's got the body of a boy with bumps! Sure, you did great workin' the pole, working your way through college. I mean, look at you! Look at that rack!"
Vanessa blushed. "Men did like my rockin' rack. I do have a great rack."
Mike turned back to Eve. "What? Are you going to get a boob job? Is that what's next?"
"I'll figure it out, Dad. It's not like I have a lot of expenses. I mean, isn't that the whole point of this gap year... to figure out how I fit into the world? Fit into the real world, which is about making money, buying food, football. Dad, I-it's... it's my life, and it's my year, or maybe even longer, I don't know, but I-I will figure that out, Dad."
Mike turned to his wife. "Did you hear that? Yeah. 'Maybe even longer.' She's not going to college. She quit her job. She's gonna try dancing the pole with those tiny little titties! You know where this ends up? A cardboard box under a bridge. Is that where you want to say hello to your grandkids?"
Ryan leaned into his wife. "This is awesome! I need some popcorn!"
Vanessa rubbed Mike's shoulder. "Okay. You know, look, I understand. You're upset because you won't be taking your little buddy to work anymore."
"Oh, bullshit. That has nothing to do with it. I'm upset because Eve doesn't know how the world works! But thank God she's got an amazing father who cares enough about her to give her a lovely, loving kick in the ass." Mike turned back to Eve. "What're you gonna do when one of those horny bastards wants a titty fuck? Huh? He's gonna go to one of your co-workers, that's what's gonna happen. Guys love to fuck a big ol pair of titties!"
Ryan nodded. "It's true. Kris' chest is perfect for that."
Kristen blushed. "Gee, thanks, sweety."
Eve shot back, "I could give a guy a great tit fuck if I wanted to!"
Mike pointed at Eve. "With those?! I think not. C'mon, Vanessa, show her how to give a proper tit fuck."
"Seriously?" Vanessa asked.
"Sure! Why not?"
"Well, okay then."
Vanessa proceeded to unbutton her silky red shirt to her waist and pulled it open, revealing a pair of firm, full breasts.
Ryan was shocked. "Damn, Vanessa! They're that big and no bra and they still sit up like that?! That's impressive."
"Thanks, Ryan! Well, I hardly ever a bra. You never know when Mike will want to...well, you know. This. And I have them 'touched up' every so often so they, as you say, still 'sit up'." Vanessa dropped to her knees and reached up to Mike's zipper. ZZZZZIP!
"Kris' sit way up firm and high, too. It's one of the things I love about her."
"Awwwww. Thanks, sweety." Kris leaned in and gave her husband a peck on the lips.
Mike motioned to his oldest daughter. "Go ahead! Show your sister how to give a proper titty fuck. I'm sure Ryan's got a hard on. Am I right?"
"Are you kidding? I'm stiff as an oak tree in the forest that should never be cut down!"
Mike rubbed his forehead. "Jesus. He can even turn a sex act into a liberal argument."
"Well, let's see if we can do something about that," Kris cooed as she unzipped the front of her overly tight dress.
"Goddamn, that's a mighty fine rack!" Mike pronounced when Kris' mounds exposed themselves. Mike looked at Ryan. "You're welcome."
"Uh, I believe I might have had something to do with that, ya know?" Vanessa said as she leaned into Mike.
Ryan smiled and nodded. "Thank you, Vanessa."
"Yeah...well..." Mike had no argument to be made. "Oh! Oh yeah. Damn, those feel good!" he moaned when Vanessa wrapped her mounds around Mike's thick tool.
Vanessa dropped a stream of saliva into her cleavage and across the head of Mike's rod. She squeezed her flesh together and began to bounce. "How's that, Mike? You like that? Hmmm? You like that?"
"Ohhhh-ho-ho, yeah," he groaned.
Kris gripped her husband's fly and pulled. ZZZZZZIP! Ryan's surprisingly bulky rod flopped out. Kris lovingly gripped it and began to slowly stroke it.
"Mmmmmm, and this is one of the things I love about you," she cooed.
Ryan gasped when she took him into her mouth. "Oh! Oh God! That feels so good!"
"Mmmmmmmmm," Kris hummed.
Mike gave Ryan a rare compliment. "That's an impressive tool there, Ryan. Now I see why she keeps you around. Kris has always loved a thick cock."
