Chapter 7
Wilbur Dweeple wasn't sure how much longer he could last. He meant that in more ways than one.
The tall, thin, geekish IRS supervisor knew how much trouble he was in. Running a fake audit on a company was breaking more laws and procedures than he could count. He wasn't sure how much longer he could keep it going and still keep a lid on it.
His more immediate meaning referred to the naked, forty-something, big titted, raven-haired beauty who was on her knees in his office polishing his knob like it had never been polished before.
"Oh, shit," he moaned, "I'm gonna cum any second."
Agnes Walker lifted her soft, slick lips off of his dick. "Isn't that what you want," she cooed, "to shoot you hot juice down my throat?"
"No," Wilbur croaked out weakly, "not there."
"Really?" she said with an exaggerated pout.
He shook his head and tried to reach for her massive boobs.
"Oh," she said with an impish grin, "I know what you want." She gave his dick a couple of extra slurps then continued, "You want to shoot between my big, soft, warm tits. Don't you?"
Wilbur nodded.
Agnes pushed his hand away from her huge melons and said, "You just let me take care of that."
She didn't want to let this skinny jackass mauling her breasts any more than she could avoid. He tended to squeeze so hard that it hurt. She was willing to bet that this pencil-dicked jerk had never even seen a pair like hers up close let alone had an opportunity to fuck them. That's how she had talked, or, one should say tit fucked him, into going along with her scheme in the first place.
Agnes had gone to the local IRS office on the pretense of asking some tax questions. She had expressed aggressive, and increasingly angry frustration with any answer that she had been given. She finally demanded to see a supervisor. The poor, brow beaten clerk that she was yelling at was all too happy to pass her on to someone else. When Agnes was shown into Wilbur Dweeple's office she knew that she had hit pay dirt. Seducing him took all of three minutes. Talking him into going along with her plan didn't take much longer. The promise of continued access to her fabulous rack was all the incentive he needed.
She lifted up her hooters and wrapped them around his five inch stick.
Wilbur shut his eyes, gripped the arms of his chair tightly, and began to furiously hump those hooters. He wanted to make it last, but the sensation was just too much for him. He had never felt anything so amazing as his dick slid back and forth in her unbelievable cleavage.
"Any second, now," he squeaked.
Suddenly, Agnes pulled her tits off of his dick. The sudden rush of cold air down there made him sit up and open his eyes. He was about to say something when she shushed him.
"You know the rules, baby," she said, "I get mine first."
With that she laid down on the floor and spread the columns of her thighs to reveal her slick pussy beneath a neatly trimmed landing strip. Wilbur didn't need to be told twice. He stood up so quickly that he almost fell over. He had forgotten that his trousers were still down around his ankles. From his point of view it wouldn't have been the worst thing that could have happened. He would have landed face first on her plush pontoons. But, he recovered his balance quickly, dropped to his knees, and dove, tongue first, into her wet gash.
He loved eating pussy and the fact that this pussy was attached to a woman this gorgeous was a wet dream come true. He licked. He sucked. He nibbled. He rammed two fingers in and out of her hot twat. He moved his thumb down to tickle the rosebud of her magnificent ass while he did so.
"He may have a tiny dick," Agnes thought,
"but, damn, can this guy eat pussy!"
She wanted to reach down to grab his head and mash it into her cunt like she did with the pool boy. But, she knew that she had to play this guy carefully. She wasn't sure how far she could push him. Instead she grabbed her big tits and started tweaking her nipples. That combined with what Wilbur was doing down below was enough to push her over the edge. She bit her lip so that she wouldn't scream as she came. Her wide, inviting, fuck-me-all-night hips bucked up into the man's face. Her slurped up her juices happily.
As her orgasm subsided she pushed his head away from her vagina and said softly, "Your turn."
Wilbur scrambled back up into his chair. He was harder than he'd ever been. He was pretty sure that all he needed to do was stare at that amazing pair of gazongas for another thirty seconds to start shooting jizz all over his office.
Once again Agnes encased his dick between voluminous tits. The moment her flesh made contact with his Wilbur's hips began to buck like a jackhammer. He fucked her funbags like a man possessed. At that moment he didn't care about the audit. He didn't care about the trouble he might be in for it. He was as lost in the moment as his tiny dick was lost in Agnes Walker's cavernous cleavage. Nothing in the world existed but the feeling of plowing his stick in and out of her hot, pliant flesh.
"That's it, baby," Agnes cooed, "fuck my tits. Cum all over them"
Wilbur moaned and obeyed. His jizz shot up out from between the deep, soft crevasse of her tits. He shot rope after rope of hot juice all over tits, chin, and face. It surprised the hell out of both of them. Neither of them could have imagined that he had that much semen stored up in his itty bitty balls.
When he finally stopped shooting Agnes stood up, grabbed a handful of tissues from the box on Wilbur's desk, and started wiping the jizz off of her tits and face.
