Welcome back readers of my filth.

When this humble storyteller last left you I had just been fired from the tilt and coil lifestyle know as flipping Warren Earl Burger for fucking the Equus asinus dicked half wit nighttime manager.

It was merely the second in a series of three problem I would lose over the summer before I moved into the two that would end up defining the next several age of my life. But that's getting ahead of myself, you want to hear all about how my big titted self got canned from the next job. Here's a trace, it's a three lettered word that starts with"sex ”. Shocking huh ?

With two work disasters under my belt it was time to propel on and trust I landed in a job that wouldn't end with me landing on my rachis. Mrs Parsons even decided to list herself as a role quotation after an drunken revelry at our berth with momma, , Hope, myself and about eight big black turncock. Mind you it wasn't a sex reference, being the sermonizer married woman in a strongly Christian townsfolk was a big kudos to have in anyone's book.

This was just few mean solar day after the hammering and firing at the Burger tycoon and religion still wasn't talking to me, so she missed out on the cum-for-all. Mrs parson'name was as good as amber in this town and I actually had job go down the block.

I eventually chose on a lingerie computer memory, simply because I would get a great deal on pieces and could directly order customsized bras and outfit for mamma and myself. mom had huge breasts and mine while not monsters like her, were exceptionally great and out of proportion with my flyspeck soma. No more force back two hr into the big urban center and two hour back to get bras for us, or ordering and waiting three calendar month for something that might not even fit.

It was a dream job. The clientle were predominantly char on their own, or couples and the episodic bashful man looking for something for his girlfriend, or possibly himself. Who am I to judge ? It was a pretty laid back envoirnment. My chief, Patti was a aspiration Bos too.

Patti was a dyke, and made no allusions about it. She was what you might view a mildly lipstick lesbian. She had short cropped dark hair a macho-man pierced nose ( twelvemonth s before it was democratic ) dark tanned peel displaying her half native heritage, cool grey middle, and was always dressed in a slightly off punk manner to her. Her lady friend would come up and clean her up after work. She would smoke joints with me, let me toy any music I liked. We talked about little girl, and by the end of the 1st day I had already dropped that I was bi. She even invited me to dinner with her girlfriend.

We would try turnout on after work, and I generally knew why she loved helping me into them, my tits have always been girl attracter. But she was too professional and too sang-froid to ever act on her magnet or try ruining our friendship.

Within a mate days I was already working 9 to 5 and was offered weekends when shoal started, in light everything was absolutely awesome. And for the number one three hebdomad, everything was.


Then George stepped in through the door and everything changed.

From the moment he stepped in the place I knew he was a man that demanded attention. Every head turned in some manner when he wandered in. If"manly"was defined by a picture in a dictionary it would have been a motion picture of George. He strode with confidence and security as if he owned the ground he walked on.

George was in his mid 40's and a fireball of a man. He stood at 6'2"and had a upstanding athletic build. Dirty blond hiar close cropped with touches of Zane Grey at the temples which added a touch of distinction to him. A chisel body from hard workplace, classically rugged good feel and a look from his gorgeous down eyes could twist a woman's legs into butter. There was something oddly comrade about him too.

He was dressed sharply, yet casually and strolled through the aisles checking out everything in the memory board. He smiled at a couple who was shopping, the peeress smiled back and instead of looking away he merely locked his eyes on her as if communicating his favorable reception of her. The married woman blushed like a school day lady friend until the hubby went red and pulled her away. George III would then go back to what he was doing.

"Hello Patti ”, came his lustrous baritone

"Hi George III ”, Patti said waving nervously to him with a smile

I even saw a abbreviated efflorescence on her cheek when he spoke to her, a man that could evaporate Lesbian ? This was something out of a risible book.. Georg had the Lapp magnetic force that Marcus had attracted multitude and inspired sureness in men and lust in women. I had always thought it was the solicitation of alpha male and interdict taboo due to Marcus being bootleg, but apparently some men just had that aura regardless.

"It has been awhile, how's May ”, George IV said asking about Patti's partner.

"Oh she's delicately ”, Patti blushed,"how have you been doing ?"

"Fantastic. Been out of town for awhile, but back home and back to business"

"Great to hear George VI"

"You and I should find some clip to hang out again"

Patti actually gulped at that"Sure George VI, I would like that"

"And who is this ?"George said turning to me.

Those eye of his locked onto mine and were alike headlights into my soulfulness. I felt dwarfed by this slew of a man. I actually felt heat in my throat as I blushed.

"Hi I'm charity ”, I said nervously extending my hand

He gently took my bridge player in one of his big ones and softly held it yet firmly too.

"I bet you just are ”, he said with a sparkle in his eye.

I smiled and felt like giggling like a mavin eyed whelp at the feet of a rock star. I was flushed and extremely flattered at his attention. I had never gone gaga over anyone like the former girlfriend did over stripling heart throbbing. But I imagine this is what they felt like.

He took his hand away and broke the go and asked us both

"So I'm looking for something for Consuella, do you have anything that would you consider she might like"


"Oh there's plenty, I have some affair in the back here I'm sure she would screw ”, Patti said almost jumping from behind the till.

"No, I think Charity should show me, if that's alright with you ”, George said turning his gaze back on me.

I just smiled and blushed and lookd to my feet.

"I guess ”, I could hear Patti say a soupcon crestfallen,"but if you need any help, delight let me recognise"

George wandered to the back where we had the naughtier outfits on showing behind a divider. Patti just motioned to me and whispered"He's one of our biggest client, make him happy"and pushed me after him. As I turned to walk she grabbed me again and undid one of my top push button on my blouse

"boob never hurt"and she pushed me on the ass back

George was looking at bandeau and bustiers when I wandered into the vertebral column segmentation. He turned to me and gave me a million dollar sign smile. I saddled up along side him with my hands behind my spinal column, ever so slightly pronouncing my segmentation through my top.. He checked me out once and went back to it.


Consuella is a estimable ally of mine and I know she wants something to surprse her married man ”, George said looking through the rack.,"what do you suggest ?"

I looked through the rack as well, trying to pick out something Nice and tasteful, and found a red and E. B. White striped chemise.

"You can never go damage with something lightsome and fun"

"Hmmm, I don't know, she might be a bit too big for that"

"Oh, I'm sorry I didn't gain she was a plus size woman"

"I'm sorry Charity, I didn't intend it that way ”, he said with favorable deep chortle,"I meant she might be too top heavy for that"

I went red at that, I felt like a naïve schoolgirl being let in on a joke. This still was all too much, I just wanted to twiddle my hair and gaze adoringly into his eyes.

"Oh gee, gosh, I don't know ”, I said suddenly flusteredThen I noticed I actually was curling an end of pilus with my finger nervously."Would you happen to know her sizing ?"

He turned to me and gripped me by the shoulders and looked me up and down. I just stood there like a cervid in the headlights.He actually twirl me around too to await at me. I just smiled and stood there waiting his queries.

"Hmmm…she's somewhat similar to you. designate me ”, George II said matter of factly, with a slightly mischievous smile.

"You want me to show you ?"I said startled.

"Yes"

"My cup size ?"

"Yes ”. He said calmly and confidently.

I took a quick coup d'oeil around nervously. I knew Patti, George and myself were the lone ones in the fund no one could see much of anything behind the divider, yet I was still heavily reluctant. I smiled nervously but a look from his oculus just melted me anyways.

"Oh okay ”, I blushed and started unbuttoning.
I opened up my blouse and proudly displayed my voluptuous 32DD flop encased in white lacing good manners of the computer storage. I could already feel my nipples stiffen under his gaze. George smiled hungrily and cupped my breasts with his big hands. He rubbed my stiff tit under the fabric eliciting a voiced gasp from me.

"Mmmmm a reduplicate D, I'd wager,".George smiled now slipping his hands under the cupful and onto my heating up flesh.

"Yes ”, I whispered half spell bound.

"Show me more ”, St. George instructed me.

I looked around furtively and saw the changing booth. I looked at him and back to the booth and George just smiled. He took me by the mitt and led me into the nighest of the three. He pushed me in and closed the door behind him. I had never done anything in a changing John Wilkes Booth, but with the experiences I had in washroom stalls with the in high spirits school football team and mrs Parsons beau, I had already grown a belittled voodoo for these kind of atmospheres.


As George locked the door behind him I had already taken off my blouse and was unsnapping my bra. He turned to me with a thirsty predatory grin and grabbed me by the little of the back and pulled me to him. Saint George pressed his surd muscular soundbox against my pliant and much smaller soft frame and I almost melted into him.

George IV gripped by the Chin and pushed his back talk into mine. My tongue darted swiftly into his oral cavity and his hungrily pushed back. I ground my hips into his and could feel a monumental burdensomeness down his thigh. Everything about this man was magnificent. He gripped my hair in his paw and deeply individual kissed me, he was masterful.

He then pushed me to my human knee before him and unzipped himself with one hand. George V had gone ranger and his thick heavy rooster sprung from his knickers. It was another monster, I had truly been blessed this summer it seemed. And I worshipped it.

I hungrily suck at his big kernel, he bent my head teacher back so that I could look him in the eye whilst doing so. I felt absolutely instrumental to this man in a way I hadn't felt in a well long time. There is nothing quite like falling down and worshipping a screwing god who knows it to be true.He just smiled at my veneration and pushed his big meat into my mouth.

With the exception of Beeder, St. George was the only white guy I had ever met with a Brobdingnagian peter. But unlike Beeder, George was consummate with it. This was a man with strength, role, assurance and skill. I moaned around his cock as I trembled through an climax without touching myself knowing what was in store for me.

He started thrusting his dick over and over into my sassing, I was tearing up and drooling around his impressive girth. I couldn't get practically past my lips and I gagged every time he hit the back of my throat, I kept trying but this was a bad attitude for even attempting to deep pharynx such a massive beast.

"I'd sexual love to eat that sweet peach of yours, but this isn't that place “, George II said stroking my pilus like the little fuckpet I was.

He pulled his horsecock from my mouth with me gasping for air. I wanted it back in my rima oris and whimpered for it. George I just gripped me the hair, pulled me up and pulled me up against him so that we both faced the mirror.George then pushed his huge dick between my thigh and had me stare in the mirror.

He dwarfed me this mount standing behind me, he lifted one of my legs and placed my foot on the changing booth seat. He then slipped his prick underme and I could see in the mirror this might erecting jut up between my thighs. He rubbed his thick putz against the soaking cloth that were my panties and I grinded myself against it whimpering. He was huge behind me and the image in the mirror was so sexy. The petite blondewith the big boob and the mountainof a man with the vast rooster teasing her to dying with it.

"Tell me what you want"

I whimpered,"Your prick"


"I can't hear you ”, he teased rubbing his length against me

"I want your prick, delight ”, I begged.

"You want my cock in your picayune slit"

"piece of tail my kitty-cat please Mr ”, I whimpered

George V reached around and literally yanked my pantie off with one helping hand with a snap.I gasped and then gasped again as he guided his big girth to my waiting hole. He eased his fatheaded meat into me ever so slowly, letting me enjoy every grand inch at a time.

St. George grabbed me by the tits as He slowly pushed into me, my center one-half lidded as he took control of my body. He pulled me against his muscular frame and started a slow steady rythym thrusting his distance in and out of me. He fucked me masterfully picking up his pace ever so slowly but slightly picking up the temporary with every thrust.

George I wrapped one arm around my waist and was soon thrusting laborious and fast deep into me. So firmly he even picked me up off the floor and was fucking me as my substructure dangled and I was suspendedby his thick arm.. He turned and gripped the top of the door with one script as he started slamming into me.

I reached up as well, my titmouse now pressing into the glass of the mirror that was placed there as well. The whole booth shook with every slam into my stretched pussy. He filled me entirely and kept at it. When I has a firm grip he let go of the door and get didldling me as her rammed his huge dick family in me

I was shaking and cumming through an intense serial publication of cums. I started whimpering, then crying then shrieking. This just spurred George on and he started slamming his horsecock into me, his balls slapping wetly against my ass. I was cumming like crazy at his masterful hand and peter strokes.

George V pokerfaced me forever it seemed and for a minute I thought I was going to pass out, but I came back as my got knocked against the door a few clock time as Georgewas making his way home. He grunted and thrust harder and harder.

Stars exploded inmy optic and George let out a wearisome deep growl and thrust one terminal time forward, I could finger his jets of sperm, Actually feel every gooey clap flood my womb. And then there was the wrenching of the door as it popped off the top flexible joint with that terminal cum thrust.

He lowered me down and I trembled and squeezed his throbbing dick in my spasming twat. I felt like the god of sex had just had his way with me. I leaned heavily back into him and he leaned forward and deflect my mentum up to look him. George gave me a deep long lusty osculation full of idolisation for my stamina, I knew right then I was going to be his cocks lave.

"Ahem ”, came a vocalism from in strawman of us.

I opened my centre and there was Patti with a grimace on her face staring down the two of us, her arms firmly crossed over her ragged ramones shirt.

I was speechless. Crap. Here we go again

"You owe me a new door George"was all she said, her grimace now turning to a smile.

"You mean I'm not fired ?"I gasped out.

"Shit no little girl, you took George's dick like a champ, you should get a raise"

George II meanwhile was acting like nothing had happened and was already zipping his bloomers back up. He even started leafing through his wallet.

"twosome hundred do it ? ”, He asked Patti.

"Sounds about right ”, she said taking his money.

I got back into my bra and blouse confused by this sudden crook of result. I fucked a client, ruined entrepot attribute, and was being complimented for it ? My panties were a complete write off, oh well, not the number one time I had ever gone without wearing them. In fact I generally preferred not to, but work was something you didn't want to swank the slash aat.

‘ You've got one hell of a employee here, Patti"

"Yeah she's pretty radical"( remember this was the eighties, people actually said that shit ).

"So I'm not fired ?"I asked again

George just laughed and grabbed a random handful of intimate apparel from a rack. Patti laughed too and hugged me.

"Hell no piddling lady, I've been fucking George for years"

"But, but …you're a gay woman"

George IV laughed at that too, Patti flipped him the finger and he wandered off near the front of the store.

"Yeah, I am, but George has been the only elision to that rule, well mostly"

"Mostly ?"

"Yeah, okay, if George wants me to bed other guy, sure, but only if he's there"

"What about May ? ”, I asked about her girl

Patti gripped me by the chin and looked me in the eye with a serious stare"She is to never know, I love her dearly but this would down her. I'm a save to his prick but I'm a striver to her heart, dig it ?"

"I …I dig it ”, I got what she was saying.

I fucked around a lot but my affectionateness was true to Chet. I was even inclined to fuck around Chet's back if he didn't accept it. Hell, I still fucked around on him with cat he didn't know about. The teacher, the parents of the kids I babysat, Saint Jerome. snake pit, I probably wasn't even gon na recount him about George. It was sex, not love. Some people just couldn't separate the two, and I guess may was one of them

"cool, now lets get out of here, I want some of that cock"

I laughed and followed her to the strawman of the store. George was just buying random mother fucker around the sotre, Patti explained he had just come here to fuck her but she his eyes when they landed on my nipple. So he had locked up the stock and waited for George to finish banging me. She sounded like she had no doubt George II would eff me from the bit he met me.

The lingerie was something he bought for his dame friends, he always bought a wide of the mark sample for the many char he was regularly fucking. Patti had already locked up the storehouse so that no interrupted and was putting the CLOSED sign up three hours early.

Patti took me by the script and the three of us left by the backrest door. We wandered around front and hopped in George's primo Ferrari. Patti and I climbed in the backseat while George drived, he turned on the tape measure deck ( it was the eighties ) and flooded the air with Antonio Lucio Vivaldi. A man with family and a globe class cock to boot.

"Are you bi, brotherly love ”, George V said whilst driving

"Yes, George ”, I said smugly

"Good, how about you eat out Patti while we drive ”, he instructed.

I turned to Patti and she just smiled at me flicking her tongue out like a serpent. So much for professionalism and friendly relationship, I thought as Patti snaked out of her jeans and panties. She was very whippy too and managed to contort her self so that her feet were almost above her head.

Patti had a cleanly shaven pussy, which was only slowly becoming more popular than the landing place strip at this spot. But she had a pierced clit which I absolutely loved playing with. I rolled the studded ball around on my tongue while fingerbreadth fucking her mercilessly. I think she surprised at how eager and talented I was. Within a few minutes she was already shaking and grabbing the stern cushions.

"Holy fuck this chica is mue buente ”, Patti panted out after cumming and almost squirting on me.

Good timing too as we pulled up to a No-tell Motel at the edge of Town. Ironically not far from the lagger green I lived in. Saint George parked at went inside the lobby to get the room. Patti and I made out in the back keister untill he returned

"Normally it's all first stratum with him, but I think he's been going without for a few calendar week ”, Patti said off hand

"How long have you known him ?"I asked playing with her equally perforate nipples. She was a festival of piercing it seemed.

‘ Since high schoolhouse, sucking and fucking him and his friends put me through college"

"Really ?"

"Yeah, only peter I have ever loved"she laughed,"even put the down pat defrayal on the store thanks to him"

"That's awesome"

George came back and waved the room key, we followed him into the suite.

Patti stripped out of her clothes in a fanfare and got on all quaternary on the bed. She clearly knew what she wanted. George and I stripped out of our clothes while Patti knelt on the bed wiggling her ass slowly back and forth. George I directed me to the bed kneeling beside her. He stuffed his huge dick in my mouthpiece untill he was hard, then pushed himself into Patti's waiting cleft.

"Oh Ffffffffffuck yeah, god it's been too long ”, Patti groaned as George V pushed into her

St. George gave her a swift wise sapidity on her ass and she let out a yip. He then proceeded to push up Thomas More back into the lesbian cunt. I got to see the unhurt affair close up and it was remarkable. Whenever he would come out to tear out her purulent lips would be dragged along with him he was so large. Patti would moan and moa as he thrust into her.

Every ten or so driving force, George would pull in out his fatheaded tool despite Patti's protestations of"please don't"or"no, put it back in"and would push his dick into my mouth. I would drool all over his dick untill he was fully lubed and he would thrust back into punk rock-and-roll Patti's twat to her suspiration of contentment.

I lay down between them and started lapping up at Patti's clit as George fucked her, my tongue teasing the little sword globe. Then I would dart down and slobber over George's equally immense ass formal, rolling them around in my mouthpiece. He would then rip out and lightly facefuck me some more and stick it back in Patti.

Patti eventually came squealing like a amaze pig her depleted torso bouncing up off the bed like a cracker and she bit into the pillow to call. George was shaking and sweating too, but he pulled out and away and pushed me away.

"Not yet, , not yet"

George gripped by the hair again pulled me onto the bed and onto my back. He then spun Patti around onto her rachis beside me. She was panting and sweating and still shaking from her cum. He then knelt over us and started stroking his big putz in our faces, but would advertize us away when we tried leaning up to suck on his thick fuck tool.

He instructed us to start up playing with each others button while we did so. Patti rubbed me concentrated, so I rubbed her hard back and soon we were just zipping along. Mysteriously enough all George II did was reach over to the phone and dial out of the room.

Patti and I were reaching towards our climax with St. George's horsecock dangling just scant inches from our face by side faces when George I handed the receiver to Patti

"Hey Baby-May, how you doing ”, Patti said stifling a moan

holy diddlyshit, George V dialled her girlfriend ! !

"Just hanging with Charity with George VI ”, she said between gritted teeth, sweating profusely

George then pressed his fat son of a bitch to Patti's lips, stoking further and further

"Mmmmmprrrpphh,"Patti said then manging to ptyalize out his cock,"yeah, having dinner party !"

George then pushed his shaft right down deep into her mouth all but choking her, she glurked and glurked and gagged into the phone and then let out with a pant

"Oh yeah, huge screw meal !"Patti gasped into the phone, and as George IV was about to choke her again she said,"here talk to charity !"

She passed the phone over to me and then George started facefucking her in earnest. Her hired hand went to his ass and she pulled him in even further. He then reached back and started fingering her twat rapidly, thrusting rapidly into her g-spot.

"Hiya Greek valerian, sounds like Patti is sure enough hungry ”, May laughed over the phone

"She sure is ”, I said watching the show

"What is she having ?"May asked

"A really big steak ”, I winked at George

Patti started twitching on the bed, and I saw her bug out squirting under George VI's digital ministrations

"Are you three going to be long, I know how late she can go hanging out with St. George"

"Oh I think, we might be here awhile, oh wait I think the desert go-cart is coming around ”, I said as I watched as George VI pulled his dick out of Patti's red face.

She gasped and shook as she climaxed. George grunted and spunked all over her face. It was a Brobdingnagian warhead coating her liberally. Her wind, her brow, her chin, her cheeks and all over her back talk. She was truly frothy.

"Oh I think she's finished with her steak, want to talk to her ?"I said

"Yeah, sounds gravid, bye Charity"

I handed the phone back to the fuck wear Patti

"Oh god, it was so good, so risque ”, Patti said licking at George's cock which was still hard

George I then motioned me to to straddle Patti's face and I was about to frown my pussy to her lips when Patti just blurted

"Can't talk desert is here, love you, don't wait up"and then fumbled the phone to hang up.

Patti then pulled me down onto her and George then pushed his still hard cock into me while Patti licked me.

We sucked and fucked away for the succeeding 4 or 5 60 minutes. George managed to come two More times in between breaks. One time up Patti's ass and the last one was allo ver our faces again. We got fucked silly, and when he was recovering Patti and I licked and sucked at each other public treasury George II was hard again. We even managed some meter together in the shower.

I actually kept this start and worked at the lingerie shop class for the relaxation of the summer. In fact, I was promoted to assistant manager. Every couplet weeks George would be in Town and he would cull us up from the workshop and we'd hot a hotel and suck and fuck the whol e afternoon long.

It wasn't estimable for business enterprise, so George II paid us for our time. Patti even hired a new girl to help traverse for the metre we spent with George.

Iwas making estimable money, stack of intimate apparel, and being paid to fuck a god.

It was good. Very good.

But affair were about to get a whole lot worse