Infatuation With A Co Workers Tits Ch 14

I've worked with this prudish, boring, total bitch for several years now. Who hasn't had one of those, right? Katherine. Not Kathy. Not Kat. Katherine. She went to an all-girl Catholic high school. Ivy League college. The only reason I give her the time of day is because she's absolutely smokin' hot! She knows it, too. 5' 5", long, blonde hair, slender face, and curves that a Ferrari would have trouble navigating. 38-24-36. She was always wearing skin-tight tops or low cut sweaters. Or a combination of the two. Short skirts with high heels that showed off those luscious legs no matter what the weather was like would complete the ensemble.

She initially accused me of having an infatuation with her tits, which I did. If you saw them, you would understand. I turned the tables on her and accused her of having an infatuation with my trouser snake, which, at first, she adamantly denied. After a series of sexual escapades that I may or may not have planned, she finally admitted that she truly did crave my cock. I've convinced her that we're going through a "program" to rid us of our infatuation with each other's body parts. I have no intention to stop imagining her tits wrapped around me in some form or fashion. However, the "program" has only reinforced her desire, not lessoned it, just as I intended. If she ever did a Google search, I'd be screwed. There's no fucking program, I'm making it up as I go along.

Friday I convinced her that admitting our infatuations to a stranger was just another step in the program. That led to her getting double teamed by myself and a lucky stranger in a local public park. Today was just another stepping stone in our "recovery".

I was engrossed in a project I was working on when there was a knock on my open door. When I looked up I saw Katherine standing in my doorway with the usual expression on her face, looking like someone had stuck a turd under her nose. Goddamn she looked hot though! A short plaid skirt showed off her toned, tan legs that led down to red stilettos. Her torso was wrapped in a way-too-tight white, button down shirt. The top button was well into her cleavage, and the buttons below it were straining to contain the flesh I so desired. They looked like they were about to surrender the fight at any second. It was quite obvious through the thin material of the shirt that she was wearing a frilly white bra today.

His stare makes it quite obvious he's still infatuated with my breasts.

"Excuse me, Mr. A....Mark. Do you have a moment?"

She caught herself. Nice.

Several weeks ago I told her if she didn't stop calling me Mr. Alan and start using my first name, I'd never make her cum again. It's her natural instinct to refer to someone as Mr. or Mrs. given her proper Catholic upbringing and Ivy league schooling. It amuses me to watch her fight her natural instincts trying to please me.

I wonder if I could get her to call me 'Master'? Nah, that might be too much.

"Sure! Come on in, Katherine, have a seat." She quietly closed the glass door behind her, smoothed her short skirt, and sat down in one of the small, wooden chairs on the other side of my desk. "So, what's up?"

Take a deep breath! Don't sound too anxious!

"Well, after Friday's...session...you mentioned you would look into what the next step in our recovery would be. Did you have a chance to do that this weekend?"

You sound too anxious!

"I mean, I'm sure you're as desperate as I am to rid yourself of this affliction as I am."

Well done!

Listen to her! She can't wait to get fucked again! She's turned into a real slut! I love it!

"I did, actually. When did you want to do it?"

"As soon as possible." Her heart skipped a beat.

Too anxious!

"I mean, I'd like to move the process along as quickly as possible."

I smiled and nodded. "I know

exactly

what you mean."

"So, what is it?"

I felt a crooked smile cross my face. "Well, it's kind of similar to the previous step, but a little more intense."

Her eyes widen for a moment.

More intense?! I orally pleased a complete stranger while Mark anally penetrated me! In a public park! How can it be more intense?!

She gulped. "More...more intense? How so exactly?"

This is delicious!

"Well, last time you had to confess your infatuation to a stranger. This time you have to admit it to a

group

. It can be people you know or strangers, but a group."

"A group?!" she screeched entirely too loudly. She took a breath and looked behind her through the glass wall to see if her outburst had attracted any unwanted attention. She turned back to me. "A group?!"

I nodded. "Of people you know or strangers."

She crossed her arms in defiance. "Well, I'm certainly not going in front of a group of people I know and admitting I have an infatuation with your cock." She gasped in horror. My jaw dropped. "Member! Member! I meant member! I'm so sorry for my language!"

Oh my God! I've become comfortable using that vile word!

I waved my hand at her. "Quite alright. It's good to see you're finally calling it what it is."

Her face went red. "That's

not

what it is! It...it...it's your

member

!"

I chuckled. "Okay, fine, whatever. So, anyway, you say not a group of people you know. What do you suggest? Or, you know, we can call the whole thing off and try to live with our 'infatuations'."

"Stop? No, absolutely not!"

You sound too anxious again!

"I mean, we need to resolve this situation." She paused. "I don't know. What do you suggest?"

I scratched my chin. A thought occurred to me. Oh, that's too perfect! "I'll tell you what. I think I might have the perfect place. Just a few strangers who will be very, uh, receptive to what we have to say. I guarantee you won't see anybody you know there. It'll be dark. How does that sound?"

"That sounds perfect, actually. Where is it?"

I gave her a crooked smile. "Have you ever been to an adult theatre, Katherine?"

"Is that a theatre where they only show 'R' rated movies?"

"Uh, yeah, sure, let's go with that."

"Yes, that sounds acceptable."

I was laughing inside. "I think maybe it would be best to go during the week. Probably fewer people. What do you say? Wanna do it tomorrow after work?"

She nodded her head.

Don't sound too anxious!

"Yes, that would be acceptable," she said flatly. "I'll tell Darren I'm attending a business dinner with clients."

*****

The next day after work she followed me down to the Bijou Theater on the seedier side of town. When she climbed out of her BMW she looked around the parking lot, she was concerned.

"Do you think we'll be okay here? I mean, will we be okay leaving our cars here?"

I chuckled. "It'll be fine. C'mon, let's go in."

She was dressed like a high-dollar escort. Black high heels. A black mini skirt that certainly didn't meet office dress code, but nobody complained. The red satin top she was wearing was two sizes too small and busting at all the right seams and showing plenty of cleavage. Her gumdrop=sized nipples were poking out like two pencil erasers. I looked up at the marquee. Looks like it was TV parody week. "Dick and Mindy", "Big Banging Theory", and "Seinfuck".

"Somebody needs to proofread their marquee titles," Katherine said with disgust. "I'm going to complain to the management once we're inside."

"No no, I wouldn't do that. Times are tough. Maybe they ran out of letters or something."

Katherine gasped when we walked into the darkened theatre. The screen was filled with a clean shaven snatch and fingers with long, red painted nails attacking it. Then, suddenly, a man's face filled the space and his tongue replaced the fingers.

"Oh my God! What is that?!" Heads turned at the loud, female voice. She covered her mouth after realizing her outburst. "Sorry. Sorry. I'm so sorry," she said quietly to the sudden attention.

After a quick scan, I saw less than a dozen heads spread out through the small theater. Their body movement told me several were pleasuring themselves.

I motioned to the empty section at the side of the theater. "C'mon, let's grab some seats."

She slowly sat down on the worn seat with her turd-under-her-nose look on her face. "What

is

that smell? And what kind of movie is this?!"

"Yeah, it's a little musty," I chuckled. "I told you, this is an adult theater. They show 'X' rated movies."

"'X' rated?! Oh my goodness!" she gasped.

"Just relax. What did you think? Did you think you were going to admit your infatuation with cock at a showing of Pinocchio?"

"Mark! Language! Please!"

"Oh good grief." I pointed at the screen. "There's a chick with two cocks in her ass and another in her mouth on the screen. And you're worried about language?"

"Two cocks in her ass?!" She gasped. Oh my God! I said it again! The two heads within earshot turned their heads. "I-I-I mean, two...two...two penis' in her...anus? I didn't know that was even possible! That poor woman!"

I chuckled. "Poor woman? Looks like she's enjoying it to me." Katherine studied the image.

She really does look like she's enjoying herself!

"Let's just sit tight for a sec. Maybe you'll learn something else new."

"Learn something new?! I seriously doubt there's anything...here...I want to learn."

It didn't take long for Katherine to be completely engrossed in the sexual acrobatics happening on the large screen. She didn't know people could bend and perform like that. She was shocked at the sizes she was seeing.

These are professionals, yet Mark is larger than them! And I'm having intercourse with him?! My God!

It wasn't long before I noticed her squirming in her seat.

She jumped when I leaned into her. "You're enjoying this, aren't you?" I whispered in her ear.

"I most certainly am not!"

She jumped again when my hand landed on her thigh just below the hem of her skirt and quickly worked its way up. "Liar. Your thighs are like a furnace."

She made a half hearted attempt to push my hand out from under her skirt. "It...it...it's very warm in here. (gasp) Stop!" she squealed when my hand slipped inside her boy panties.

She squeaked and bit her slip when I slipped a finger inside her. "Katherine, you're soaked," I teased into her ear.

She felt the heat rush into her face. She looked away. "I...I can't help it," she said in shame. "Oh God!" Her body jerked when I slipped a second finger in.

"Ha! You're getting off on this, aren't you? You're such a slut!"

She shook her head with her eyes closed. "No! No, it's not true," she whimpered while I slid my fingers in until they were knuckle deep.

"Damn, I wish I was sucking on one of your nipples," I said quietly into her ear. "C'mon, open your shirt, let me suck on your tits."

Ohmagawd, I want him sucking my nipples!

"But...but my...my nipples are so...mmmmmm...so sensitive. And all of these men...they'll see you!"

"Are you kidding? They're watching the movie. Besides, my body is blocking them. C'mon, whip 'em out. Let's see 'em"

"Yes...finnnnnne mmmmm. Briefly."

I nodded on her shoulder. "Briefly."

She began to slowly unbutton her shirt until t was open to her navel. It revealed a lacy, racey red bra.

A push up bra! Very nice!

She reached up, paused, and tugged the top down until her girls jumped out. A quick moan left her lips when I took a stiff nipple into my mouth. Before I knew it, she was pulling me into her chest and running her fingers through my long, thick hair.

Soon her hips were gently bucking into my hand. "Ohmagawd...please stop," she panted. "You're...you're going to make me mmmmmm..."

I removed her tit from my lips and placed them onto her ear. "You're gonna cum, aren't you, you nasty slut?" She could feel my grin on her ear.

She barely nodded her head. Her hips started to buck harder. "Y-y-yes."

"Say it. I wanna hear you say it."

"I...I...I'm about to..mmmmmm...I'm about to reach orgasm."

"C'mon, Katherine, say it right. Tell me you're gonna cum like a little slut or, I swear to God, I'll pull out now," I hissed in her ear.

"Oh! Oh God! I...I...I'm going to c-c-cummmm like a nasty little slut!"

"God ahead. Do it. I wanna see you cum like a nasty little slut." I pressed my thumb down on her button.

"Oh God! Oh God! I...I...oh God! Mmmmmmmmmm!" Katherine's back arched and her eyes closed. It felt like every nerve ending in her body was on fire. I pumped hard and faster. My thumb swirled around her elevated clit while her body jerked in her seat.

When the convulsions around my fingers slowed, Katherine grabbed my forearm with both hands and pulled. "Please...oh my God...please stop," she panted.

Her body jerked when I finally pulled my hand out from inside her skirt. It glistened with her juices. I held them to her lips. They parted then closed again. I felt the suction pull them in. Her tongue rolled around them, licking every bit of herself off of them. I finally pulled them out of her mouth with a "pop" and stuck them into my own mouth.

She slumped into her seat panting. "I'll let you catch your breath before we confess in front of the crowd."

Her eyes flew open. "What?!"

"You know, why we're here. To confess our infatuations in front of a crowd."

"Oh...yes. I...I almost forgot," she said hesitantly.

I snickered. "Yeah, cumming in public can do that."

"Mark! Please! It...it's not like I asked for it."

I shrugged my shoulders. "Maybe. But you didn't stop it either." I grabbed her and and stood up. "C'mon, this movie's just about over. Let's go."

"Where...where are we going?" Panic was in her voice.

"Down front, where everyone can see us."

Heads turned and eyes followed us as I dragged her down the aisle towards the large screen. We turned at the end of the sticky aisle and walked along the first of seats until we stopped in the center of the room, directly in front of the screen as the credits rolled. The bright light of the projector blinded us from seeing the eyeballs staring at us.

Immediately, there was a cry of "Down in front!" "Get out of the way!" "Yeah, get the fuck out of the way!"

I waved my hands in a "settle down" motion. "Okay, c'mon guys, the lady has something to say."

She shot me a look. "We

both

have something we'd like to say."

"Who gives a fuck?!" "Nobody cares!"

She clenched her jaw and took a deep breath. "Mark and I are in a 12-step program. As part of that program, we need to..."

"Show us your tits!" "Yeah, show us your tits!" "Release the houuuuuuunds!"

She crossed her arms. "I most certainly will not display my breasts."

Soon there was a chant of "Tits! Tits! Tits!" in the theater.

I leaned down to her. "You'd better show 'em your tits before there's a riot."

"To these animals?! I most certainly will not! Let's leave."

I laughed. "I don't think you're getting out of here without showing your tits." Her eyes grew to slits. "C'mon, what's it gonna hurt? You just watched a chick take two cocks up her ass. What's a pair of tits gonna hurt?"

She was so focused on the situation she found herself in, she didn't flinch at my language. "Fine!"

She turned back to the small gathering, stared, then began to unbutton her blouse. A cheer erupted in the small theater, followed by the chant of "Tits! Tits! Tits!"

The silky material slid off her shoulders. She daintily folded the blouse and gently laid it on the seat in front of her.

A push up bra. Nice!

Her massive mammaries were spilling out over the top of the frilly red bra.

She looked up at me. "The brazier, too?"

I shrugged my shoulders and looked into the projector light. "What do you guys think? The bra, too?"

"Hell yes, the bra!" "Take it off!" "Show us your tits!" "Release the houuuuunds!"

She looked into the same light. "Animals," she muttered. She reached behind her back. "I simply do not understand men's fascination with w woman's breasts. They're simply skin surrounding a mass of fatty tissue," she said with disdain.

"Nobody cares!" "Show us your tits!" A new chant of "Take it off! Take it off!" began.

The straps slipped down her arms into her hands. Just as she did with the blouse, she folded it together and placed it on the chair, then stood up and stared directly into the seats.

"There. Happy now?" A huge cheer erupted. "Animals." When the cheering died down, she went into her presentation mode, as if she was in the office pitching a new design. "If I may continue, we're here as part of a 12-step program." She was so focused on her presentation she didn't notice me moving behind her.

She nearly came out of her shoes when I reached around her and roughly grabbed and squeezed her tits. I smiled broadly into the crowd. "Now you can see why I'm infatuated with these fuckers!" Another huge cheer.

She slapped and grabbed at my hands until I released her globes. She turned and looked at me, shooting daggers at me with her eyes. "Mark! You are

not

helping!"

I laughed and held up my hands. "You're right. I'm sorry. Carry on," and moved back beside her again.

She turned back to the audience. "As I was saying before I was so

rudely

interrupted, we're here as a part of a 12-step program for infatuation. As Mark has already indicated, he has an unhealthy infatuation with my breasts."

"Who can blame him?!" "So do I!" "Fuck yeah! Me, too!" "Me, too!" "Me, three!"

"And i...I..."

"She's infatuated with my

cock

!" ZIP! FLOP! Katherine gasped at my words and my actions. My monster trouser python fell out at full salute.

"Holy shit!" "Goddamn!" "Look at the size of that fuckin' thing!"

Katherine's still twitching twat fluttered harder. Incredible she thought when she stared down at it. She subconsciously licked her lips, then took a deep breath. "Yes, that's correct. I'm infatuated with his...his..."

I finished it for her. "Cock! She loves my cock! She loves cock in general, but she can't get enough of my cock!" I turned my head. The stunned look on her face amused me.

"Suck it!" "Yeah, suck his cock!" "C'mon, give him a blow job!" A chant of "Suck it! Suck it!" began. She looked up at me horrified.

"These animals want me to have oral sex with you right here!"

"Well, you are in a porno theater topless with a bunch of horny guys and my cock hangin' out of my pants. What did you expect?"

"Certainly not this!"

"Suck it! Suck it!"

"I don't think we're getting outta here today without you giving me a blow job, Katherine."

Her mind was annoyed. Her heart was pounding. Her pussy was throbbing. "Oh my God. Fine!" I turned to face her and she slowly dropped to her knees. As she lowered, I could see heads popping up into the projector light trying to get a better view of the action over the row of seats in front of us. The lower she got, the higher they rose.

She paused and studied the stiff rod before her when she got to her knees.

Am I really going to do this? Am I really going to please him orally in front of these men like a common whore? But...but...part of me feels like I want to! How can that be?!

"Suck it! Suck it!"

She wrapped her long, thin fingers around the thick shaft. Her hands were soft and hot. Her fingers barely wrapped around the girth. She could feel my heart beat through the raised veins. It felt good to her. She felt powerful, like she was holding my life in her hand. She licked her lips again without realizing it. Her face moved closer. I felt her hot breath rush across my purple tip.

My head snapped back and the crowd cheered when her mouth enveloped my pole. It smacked against the back of her mouth, barely taking half of it in. My hands went to the back of her head while one of her hands stayed on my shaft and the other molested her own rack. Her head began to move to and fro while my hips moved front to back.