5 comments/ 77187 views/ 46 favorites Annie Goes To the Movies By: chunkyd1 It was a Friday - her boss and his client had fucked Ann almost all afternoon just yesterday, sometimes while they were on the phone with overseas contacts, and then Deacon Monroe had had to leave town; Anne finished up what she had to do early, a vague sense of disappointment in her belly. She should go home to her husband, but as she passed a theater she saw that a movie she had wanted to see was now in the theater, a romance movie. She bit her lip, and then shrugged - she was slightly overdressed in a nice button up dress - but she decided to see the movie. There was an hour before it started, so she had several drinks in a nearby restaurant, and then went back in. She got some candy and a small drink and tried to walk steadily into the movie, 'Loves Lost'. She smiled at two handsome guys as she found the theater but failed to notice how they stared at her curvaceous body through the tight dress. Tom and Jim Tourbin watched her go into the theater, and then smiled at themselves. They were just getting out of what had been a horrible action flick, and the gorgeous Asian girl had smiled at them warmly as she walked by. She had a truly tremendous ass, and what looked like great tits - just big enough. The little dress she was wearing buttoned all the way up, from the bottom at mid-thigh straight up to her neck. Jim noticed several of the buttons at the bottom were undone, but it was fastened all the way up to her slim neck. They smiled at each other again, and turned to follow her into the movie to see if she sat with anyone. Worth a shot, their look said. Anne sat down, and as the previews were going off a man sat right next to her. She glanced at him, and thought he might be one of the guys she had seen in the hallway, but put it out of her mind; she was catching a nice buzz, perhaps she shouldn't have had that last shot. The movie started, and a few minutes in they laughed at something - the guy beside her leaned over slightly and whispered, "That was funny" as he squeezed her shoulder. Anne nodded, trying to ignore his presence, but his hand stayed on her shoulder after he squeezed it; in fact he began gently rubbing her shoulder as he introduced himself. Anne squirmed slightly, trying to let him know she didn't appreciate being touched by a stranger, but it had the unfortunate effect of shifting his hand slightly onto her chest. "I'm sorry," he whispered - "It's just that your dress is so soft, what kind of fabric is it?" he asked. Anne noticed that he was now rubbing the fabric in slightly larger circles, moving further onto her slim chest near her collar bone - well above her breasts. Her breath seemed frozen in her throat - the man was so casual, yet that simple touch had Anne twisting softly in her seat. "It's - it's some kind of weave," she whispered back, trying to pretend to concentrate on the movie. "I don't think my husband would like you feeling how soft it is, anyway," she said; both of her small hands were clasped in her lap so the man would not see them tremble. His hand slipped a bit lower, and she started when his fingers brushed against the upper slope of her left breast. "Is your husband here now?" he asked, his fingers now going back upwards, and then to her shoulder - then back to the center of her collarbone, where his thick fingers toyed with one of the small buttons there. "No, I came alone," she said. His hand was rubbing in circles again. Anne swallowed heavily. "It's just so soft, I wonder what the fabric is made of - do you mind if I feel it for just a moment more?" "I . . ." Anne shifted again; she knew she should say something, but then a man sat next to her on the other side. She glanced at the new guy; he was quite a bit older than her, and not as handsome as the one on her left hand side. She bit her lip, and looked back at the movie, and did not try to push Tom's hand away for some reason. A few scenes went by, and she laughed a few times, but she was supremely aware of Tom's hand on her chest, 'feeling how soft the fabric of her dress was'. That hand was drifting lower and lower; in fact she could feel his hand exploring how her breast was pushed up by the little half cup bra she was wearing. Then his hand was slipping all the way onto her full, firm breast; he began rubbing his hand in a circular motion against her pulsing tit mound, her nipple hard against his palm. Anne breathed heavily - every part of her was screaming at her to get up and storm off, to push his hand off of her breast and slap him, to call the police and have him arrested! Instead, she found herself wishing that the guy on her right would not notice. She glanced at Tom, and asked him quite politely to stop what he was doing. He bent and kissed her - that took her by surprise. His hand began squeezing her firm breast in earnest, and his lips pushed against hers, silencing her soft protestations. His tongue licked her lips, and then her teeth, and then he was slipping it inside of her panting, softly protesting mouth. What the fuck is happening? Anne thought. Her body was in turmoil, and her nipple was itching crazily as the man squeezed and rubbed her super soft mound. Anne could not stop panting into the guys mouth - he was quite a good kisser - and tried to remember that she was in a movie theater making out with a guy she didn't even know. Somehow the kiss ended - there was nothing subtle now about the way Tom's hand was working at her breast - he had bent down, and now started licking and kissing the side of her neck. Anne bit her lip and shuddered softly, then started when she felt a hand on her leg from the other side of her. "Ma'am, I'm Jim, is this guy bothering you?" His hand squeezed her slim thigh through the thigh high stockings she had on. She swallowed, and then breathed a sigh of relief when Tom quit rubbing and squeezing her breast. Thank god, he had stopped! Then he smoothly reached up and unfastened the top button of her dress. Jim's hand squeezed her thigh again, and started rubbing up and down her leg. Anne's breath burned in her throat, and Tom began exploring her shell like ear with his hot, nimble tongue. Anne's eyes rolled up into the back of her head slightly; she felt his hand unfastening another button. "I don't think he should be unfastening my button's," she said softly - she felt something against her hand, and blinked down to see Jim's hand now rubbing up and down her slim legs, from her knee up to the edge of her skirt - what she felt against her hands was the skirt; each time he slid his hand upwards, it would go just a bit higher, gradually bunching her skirt up higher - her hands were helping to hold it down. "You - you seem really nice," she said in a trembling voice, and finally unclasped her hands, and gripped the two armrests. She tried to act casual - these guys were just being a bit naughty, that's all. She looked down, and saw the Jim's fingers were disappearing routinely beneath her skirt now as his hand slid deeper between her thighs; she shifted, and her thighs spread just a bit, her skirt rode up a bit higher. She saw Toms hand more clearly now; he was unfastening the sixth or seventh button, and this one began exposing her well defined cleavage. He had done two more before she had the nerve to say in a steady voice, "OK, I think that is far enough now, Tom!" and somehow pushed his hand away from her dress. "OK," he smiled, "I'll go back to feeling how soft it is, shall I?" he said, and then was cupping her other breast, now through the loosened dress. Anne sat shocked, and turned to Jim. "What - what do you think I should do?" she whispered. Tom began pinching, twisting and tugging on her nipple as she looked up at Jim, her mouth sagging open slightly. She dimly felt his hand, pushing her skirt higher, slipping off the top of her stockings. Jim bent and kissed her too, and Anne lost herself in this kiss as well; her body twisted, and at some point his hand come in contact with her pouting pussy lips through the thin fabric of the silk panties she had chosen today. She whimpered and grunted into his mouth as she got off, her hips twisting so her hungry pussy was rubbing harder against his skilled hand. She tried to remain quiet - both of the men were now sucking and licking her shuddering, firm, upthrust breasts, her dress was undone to her waist and her bra had snapped open. "Ohn, oh god, I can't believe this!" she gasped, and watched as Jim stood up, and stepped in front of her. He quickly opened his pants, and slapped her startled face with his thick cock log, then rubbed the turgid head over her half open lips. Anne froze; his cock head was already leaking juices. It pushed against her lips, and pushed her slack jaws further apart, then it was all the way in her mouth, resting on her tongue. She held still as the man began swaying back and forth - she couldn't believe she was giving some stranger a blowjob in the cinema! She was sucking softly on his thick rod, and gagged slightly as his fat knob began bumping into the back of her throat. Her tongue licked and curled around his shaft helplessly. She felt her dress loosened the rest of the way, and then there were fingers again exploring her most private place. In minutes, Anne was shuddering through another orgasm. She was dimly aware of Jim holding her hair, fucking her face deliberately; when she was halfway calmed down from the orgasm he began shooting his thick jizz into her mouth. Anne swallowed desperately to try to get it all, and he finally pulled his cock from her still sucking mouth. "Here you go, dearie!" Tom said, and quickly rearranged her so she was facing the back of the theater, her hands on the back of the chair. She was startled to see a young black guy smiling up at her, staring at her breasts. "There's - there's someone here," she said over her shoulder. "Don't worry, dear" Tom said again. He pushed her over a bit more, and then she felt something fat against her pouting, wet pussy lips, and moaned deeply as he rocked forward, pushing his bulbous cock knob into the tight confines of her juicy, hot pussy. "Ohnnn, fuck, please, I just came here to watch a movie," Anne said to the black man. He was standing up now; his hands went to her aching, swollen breasts as Tom began fucking her with longer strokes, now six inches of him in her, sliding in and out while the guy in front of her had her gasping and panting at the way he was pinching and twisting her nipples. By the time Tom's cock was in her fully and his hips were slapping against her plush ass, the black guy had pulled his cock out and shoved it into her slack jawed mouth with little more than a token protest. Anne couldn't help herself - she sucked on the guy's thick cock as Tom set the pace behind her with his long strokes, and began bouncing back and forth between the two men the way her boss had showed her, deepthroating the black guy on the way forward, impaling herself on Tom's fat rod on the way back. She whimpered and got off again, and once again she found that a load of sperm awaited her hungry tongue as she came down; she couldn't catch it all, some of it dripped to her sweating, heaving tits. "Hey, what's going on here!" a voice called, and a big guy chased the three guys away. Anne tried not cry, and gathered her dress around her as the big security guy led her out of the darkened theater. Her trembling hands fastened her dress as well as she could, but she was uncomfortably aware that her bra was simply gone, and her dress was unfastened enough to show a good amount of her cleavage. "There, there, miss, we'll get to the bottom of this," the security guard said; he led her down a short hallway and then into a large office. There were three other guys in there, two of them older, handsome men with stern eyes and graying hair and a younger guy with a sharp face and close shorn black hair. Annie Goes To the Movies Ch. 02 Code 11 Stan (black security guard Chris (young exec) Edward (Lawyer, older like Mr. Sanders, the Owner) Mr. Sanders Jack (video guy, long haired) "Sir, this was a code 11," the Security guy said. She reached up to fasten a few more of the buttons on the dress to hide her still swollen breasts a bit more, but Stan, the guard, said "Don't do that," and brushed her hands away. She bit her lip, and nodded, and tried to not think about the fact that her belly was tumbling, that her pussy was still pulsing from the orgasms she had had. She had been rescued, she told herself. "So, we've had some troubles with guys trying to take liberties with young women, Ms. Kinley." Chris, the youngest of the three business men smiled down at her. He reached out, and touched her belly below her breasts with the back of one finger, then immediately withdrew it. "It – it was very disturbing," she said softly. Stan put his big, warm hand on her shoulder, and she shot him a smile of thanks, trying to forget how he had found her, bouncing between two complete strangers like some common whore. Anne swallowed – "That's Mrs. Kinley, sir," she said breathily, and then nodded as he began talking about the need to do something about this. He glanced at her breasts occasionally, and Anne had to admit the dress did rather hug her body quite tightly. It was also easy to see that her large, puffy, pointy nipples were even now quite stiff. One of the other men had been making a call, and now a long haired young man with a slim build and a quiet, intense face came in and unpacked a few cameras. Edward came forward: "Don't worry, Mrs. Kinley, this is all just procedure – here, sign this form next to the red X right here – that's right, it is just a simple release for the video – see, everything is regulation, the camera on the tripod is already filming – see the red light?" "Yes," Anne nodded, and sat down on the couch after she signed the form Edward was holding – it had been just what he said. Stan sat down next to her and continued rubbing her shoulder. "Do you want us to call anyone, Mrs. Kinley?" he asked. "I am an off duty police officer, and we are holding those scumbags right now." Of course, this last part was a lie. His hand felt good rubbing her shoulder. Chris handed her a large shot; she licked the powder off the side of the glass. It looked like powdered sugar but it did have a funny, lingering aftertaste. He stood there chatting to her; Stan's hand moved around and was now rubbing up and down her straight back. It comforted the young wife for some reason. Chris was handing her another shot, and with a twinkling smile said: "This is the last one, Mrs. Kinley!" She quickly licked the powder off the rim – it tasted more bitter than sweet this time – and then drank the ice cold vodka in one swallow. Chris smiled, and then was settling in on the other side of her. He leaned over to whisper something in her ear – she was not sure what, but she did not even think of the fact that he had laid his hot, large hand on her silk clad knee. "OK, it's up and running," Jack said. One camera was on a tripod, and he held the other, standing in the far corner of the room. "Umm, is this normal?" Anne asked, her belly suddenly tumbling nervously. Jack had actually set up two small tripods with surprisingly bright (and hot) lights on them. "Yes – we have a zero tolerance policy for this type of behavior, young lady!" Mr. Sanders barked. He then smiled, a wide smile which made him look even more handsome, even if he was older than her father. "I'm sorry, Mrs. Kinley – you are not at fault here. But it is essential that we record the events on film so we can prosecute these little bastards that victimized you." "Of – of course, that makes sense," Anne said softly. Her hands were once again clasped on her lap, but of course she was now aware of just how tight and sexy her little dress really was. In fact the top three buttons of her dress were not done up, so she was already showing off a generous amount of cleavage. Anne swallowed thickly as Edward studied her, his long, chiseled face quite solemn. "So, you came in the theater and sat down, Mrs. Kinley." "You – you can call me Anne," she said, trying to project her voice. She stared for a moment at the camera, and then looked away from it. Stan's hand was still rubbing gently up and down her back, and Chris' hand was firmly on her shapely knee. It felt red hot through her silky stalkings. Anne shivered, and a strong pulse ran through her. God, how had this happened? "Yes – yes, that's right," she said. She was fiddling with the third button on her dress out of nervousness, and started when she accidentally unfastened it. Trying to breath evenly, she lowered her hand back to her lap – she couldn't do anything right. She was starting to sweat slightly, her head spinning deliciously, at the same time that her mind was zinging around, seeming super alert. "Yes, yes – and then what happened, Mrs. Kinley?" "Well, one of them just leaned over and kissed me – it was horrible, but I felt all alone, like there was no one there to help me!" Anne thought that sounded lame – these men needed to be shown that she hadn't been affected by the kiss, so she said the first thing that came to her mind: "I can show you, I guess," she said, and shyly glanced at Chris, then looked away. "I – I was just trying to watch the movie, and one of the men leaned in and, well, you know, he umm, he just - uhnnnnnn, mmmmmmmm!" she moaned softly as Chris leaned in and kissed her soft lips. Anne froze when his lips pushed against hers, and she made a soft, long moaning sigh into his mouth. When he pushed his tongue against her lips, it didn't even occur to her to try to keep his tongue out of her mouth. She sighed, and forgot there were cameras as Chris frenched her deeply. She tilted her head further, and heard Edward say something – a moment later she gasped deeply and broke away finally from Chris' kiss as Stan's other hand slipped first onto her belly, and then swiftly rose to cup her full C+ breast through the thin dress and bra. "Ohn, oh my, I didn't expect that!" Anne gasped softly. Chris sat up and smiled at her, but Stan's hand began squeezing her proud, full breast a bit harder. "But one of the men did feel your breasts, didn't they, Mrs. Kinley?" "Yes, he did – I guess I forgot that," she said softly, and stared at Stan's hands as he began cupping and squeezing her full, firm, supersensitive breast more firmly, concentrating on the stiffening tip of her nipple, then squeezing the whole globe softly. "Huhhnnnn, ohn, maybe you – maybe you shouldn't do that, I think they are still pretty sensitive, uhnnnnm , ooooo," Anne shifted, and put her hands down, realizing even as she did it that the men were sitting to close to her; her small hands landed on their thighs, but she just tried to look calm and stop gasping for breath as Stan continued to feel up her proud, firm breasts. He switched lazily to the other one. Anne gasped and bit her lip. She lurched slightly, and said in a strained voice: "Please, please stop squeezing me like that, it's – it's making my head spin, ohnnnnn, oh, yes, you shouldn't pull on my nipple like that, please, I don't know if I can stand it!" Her hands tightened involuntarily on Chris' and Stan's thick thighs through their trousers. The young man ignored her, and when she was done protesting he leaned in for his own kiss! Anne was shocked – she tried to tell him not to kiss her, but then his tongue was gently exploring her mouth, and she could not stop the sick urge to just let him kiss her. There was a long silence in the room as Stan's hand continued squeezing and rubbing her swollen tit mounds; slowly Anne began kissing him back; she tilted her head and opened her mouth wider to his tongue, sucked on it and slipped her own tongue around his naughtily, and then somehow pulled away from him. Her dress was now undone to her lower belly, and Stan for the first time began caressing her swollen breasts just through the bra. "Please, I – I don't think I understand what is going on!" Anne gasped, and then let out a sharp moan as Stan pulled her left breast free from the skimpy little bra. He immediately began rubbing and squeezing her soft mound, paying special attention to her pointy, nut brown nipple and then squeezing her conical breast in a big handful. "Ohn, god, I don't think you should do that!" Anne gasped, the looked down – Chris' hand had begun exploring her thighs more freely. He bent and kissed her again, and Anne found herself kissing Chris back As Stan freed her other breast. She was gasping and panting softly into his mouth. She felt Stan pinching just her nipples now, and felt a strong flash. Her body lurched in pre-orgasmic delight, and Anne found she was having a hard time catching her breath, And then Chris was pulling her thigh over his, completely exposing her still swollen, clean shaven pussy. He reached down and began circling her pronounced, swollen clit with his finger. Anne lurched, and cried out softly as the first orgasm pulsed through her body. She shook her head, saying 'No' softly as her body jerked and lurched about on the couch. She dimly felt Chris now fucking her with two fingers, and then someone was kissing her again. Anne opened her mouth automatically, but discovered that it was not a tongue! Stan's fat, bulbous cock knob pushed her jaws further apart, and then his fat knob was inside the ring of her lips. "This will help us with the prosecution, Mrs. Kinley!" Stan said, and pushed another inch of his cock into her warm, wet mouth. "I just want to be sure that this is what one of those men did to you." Anne nodded mutely, and her cheeks hollowed slightly as she started sucking on the fat tube. "There you go, Mrs. Kinley, show me the way you reacted!" Stan crowed, and then was grabbing her head. He began slowly thrusting his fat tool in and out of her now dripping mouth. Soon she was gagging and slobbering all over his cock, and she blushed when she heard the slurping sounds she was making on his veined shaft. She realized her hands had climbed upward, and that she was automatically rubbing their hard cocks. She tried to moan a soft protest. Then she felt Stan bucking; a moment later he stopped with just the knob inside her lips – his cock began shooting strong streams of thick, slightly salty and somehow clean tasting jizz into her mouth. Anne swallowed the heavy goo automatically, and then shyly rubbed her lips when he finally pulled his softening tool from her still sucking lips. "Um, I guess it was something – something like that. Oh, my, ohn! What are you – ohhhnnnnnnnn, please, please," Anne pleaded. Chris had also stripped. He picked her up easily, and quickly positioned her naked, dripping pussy over his engorged member. Anne sighed deeply, and squirmed about as the handsome young executive slowly pulled her further onto his straining cock. Anne had quit talking; one hand rose to her mouth, and the other had reached down to grip his arm as he gripped her curvy, silky waist. She tried to push herself up, but his hands continued to pull her down. She felt his fat knob push past her swollen pussy lips, and moaned softly. She allowed herself to relax, and three inches of his fat shaft slipped into her. Anne looked about, confused and barely in her right mind. She realized she was getting off again – or had she stopped after her last orgasm? She finally managed to lift herself off of him, and then he pulled her down. She lifted herself off again, and he once again pulled her back down, and then it occurred to Anne that what she was doing was helping him fuck herself off and onto his giant cock! She kept doing it, and suddenly realized the camera guy was standing in front of her, unfastening his pants. She looked over and saw that Stan was now holding the hand held camera. She was still bouncing up and down on Chris' cock. Jack grabbed her head, and guided her still open mouth to his fat cock. She stared up At him as he pushed his fat, bulbous head into her gasping, open lips. She shuddered into another, longer orgasm – this was definitely larger than the last, Anne thought incoherently. She was supremely aware that she was performing as some type of machine, willingly flexing her lithe body up and down on Chris pole while she repeatedly deepthroated Jack. Anne lost herself in the impossibility of the situation – Chris got off first, and the Jack finished by fucking her in the missionary position on the floor. Then she found herself straddling Mr. Sanders. He was not skinny, but his nine inch shaft fit her tight, slick pussy beautifully. Anne sighed, and ground herself on and off of Sanders stiff cock. At some point she felt something behind her, and looked over her shoulder to see the lawyer, Edward, behind her. She felt him grabbing her ass, and could not stop grinding her loins against Mr. Sanders. Then she felt something fat, and soft – but hard – against her small rectum. There was some type of goo on it. Anne really did not know what was happening until the lawyer rocked slightly and his bulbous head slipped past the tight ring of her ass hole. Anne gasped sharply, and for some reason a giant orgasm ripped through her lithe frame. She jerked and shuddered, and Edward slowly began nudging his fat rod gently in and out of the gorgeous Asian wife's tight, virgin ass hole. Anne swiveled her hips to relieve the pressure in her ass – the man's cock felt giant bulling its way into her tight, most sacred passage. She grunted, and gasped sharply when Sanders leaned forward and began licking and nibbling at her round, sensitive tits. "Just relax, Mrs. Kinley," he said in a kindly voice, and then resumed sucking and licking her nipples. Shivers and shudders raced through the young wife. Anne grunted and moaned, and ground her clit down harder against Sanders. Edward, behind her, was taking longer strokes into her abused ass hole now, sinking four, then five and six inches into the panting beauty, all the while she was grinder herself into the man below her. For some reason it began feeling – better! A golden glow surrounded Anne, and she moved into some sort of nether realm, where she was supremely aware of her physical self, but some distanced from it as well. When Stan stepped forward and began feeding her his once again stiff shaft, she found herself deepthroating him even as the other two men began taking her lithe, lush, moist body in longer and longer strokes. Anne lost herself after that – she was handed around for another two hours; at one point three guys apparently just pulled from the theater came in and took turns with her. This was after she had showered, and they said they wanted her to try on an outfit. It had been a maids outfit, and then the three new guys had come in. Anne drove home, and did not really realize till she got home that they had filmed it. But she had a secret weapon – she had the Deacon. Annie Goes To the Movies Ch. 03 The Lawyer Edward Perkins and the Deacon Dan Monroe's voice came over the intercom, calling her into the office. Camila Tanner walked in, and then apprehensively sat down on the couch. A moment later, Dan Monroe sat next to her. Camila had her sandy, dirty blonde hair in a loose bun, and was wearing round wire framed glasses that made her already big brown eyes even larger. Her teeth were extremely white, and her default expression seemed to be a small smile, which her full, perfect lips seemed to be made for. "Um, what can I do for you, Mr. Perkins?" she asked as the Deacon fixed her a drink. "Here, Camila, this is for celebration!" Monroe said. He handed the shot to the pretty young woman, and drank his own before she drank hers. Camila felt put upon the spot – she did not normally drink unless she was at a party or a wedding, but she shrugged, licked the sugar off the rim and did the shot. It was ice cold, and went down smoothly. They talked for a while about the new partnership, and Deacon Monroe fixed her another drink. She shut her eyes and threw her head back, and did this shot as well – it seemed a little bigger than the last. She was already feeling the effects of the first shot, a soft warm glow was spreading to her body from her tummy. She noticed as she opened her eyes that the Deacon was staring at her chest – she wore loose bulky sweaters on purpose, but because she had been bending back the loose sweater had accentuated rather than hid her impressive bosom. Camila blushed at his frank appraisal, and then he was sitting down. "We are going to be re-branding our image, Mrs. Tanner," Perkins said after they had talked of the advantages of the new company, and how she would be making more money. The especially interested Camila as she had two kids and a husband who was out of work. She squirmed around on the couch, and glanced in shock as the Deacon began rubbing her arm with his fingers. God, she felt good, and decided not to mention the fact that he should not be touching her. "There will be a change in the dress code, Camila, and some additional training. If you want to keep your job, these things will be mandatory. "Oh, umm, well, as long as there's nothing – I mean, nothing inappropriate -" "Deacon Monroe will be in charge of the new uniforms," Perkins smiled at his assistant. He had never really looked at her critically. She was quite attractive, he had realized that, but she went out of her way to dress and act very modestly. Deacon Monroe had been blunt. "I am going to take the film and Annie's contract, Perkins, but I think I can leave you with a gift. Who is your secretary?" "Why do you ask?" perkins had demanded. He felt like he had lost all control since the spooky grey eyed man had stepped into his office. "Well, it's obvious you don't mind taking advantage of women you don't know," Monroe had said, plucking the contract from Perkins desk and slipping it into his jacket pocket., Perkins swallowed – he could swear he saw a gun handle inside the man's jacket! "She's an old family acquaintance," he said at last. "What has that got to do with it?" "There's a fifty fifty chance you can turn her." Monroe smiled at Perkins. "I'll do the work – you just have to sit there and agree to what I say. I will be back tomorrow, and we'll see. I'll give you this one for free, but others I will expect a 30% cut of their contract." And now it was tomorrow. "Don't worry, Mrs. Tanner, by modern standards the uniforms you will be required to wear are quite modest. I guessed at your size, and you can use the bra and panties you have on now." He handed her a flat box, and motioned her to the door. "You can use the bathroom to change, then come back in and we'll discuss the uniform, and make sure you are comfortable with it." After she had left, Edward Perkins turned to Monroe. "I can't believe this, I am amazed that we have gotten so far already." "The alcohol helps, but I have learned that it is not strictly necessary. She is far from drunk, the shots were rather small. But it is a psychological tool." Monroe smiled; "On some level it helps absolve them of guilt, and helps them to bring their true nature to the surface." "Her true nature? What do you mean?" "When I shook Camilla's hand, I could tell – the girl is a slut, even if she doesn't know it yet. I'm wrong sometimes, of course – but I don't think I am this time. And, if I am – well, she needs the job, and we can put it off to a misunderstanding." Perkins frowned, but forgot about that as there was a sheepish knock on the door. Monroe barked for her to come in, and Camila stepped hesitantly through the door way. There was a skimpy, gray button up vest. It had a deep, scooped neck and even buttoned all the way up left a large amount of her creamy pale cleavage on display. Perkins was amazed – he had not realized how well-endowed his mousy little secretary was! Good god, they looked as big as coconuts on her short, slim frame. The small vest and short pleated skirt also showed off the heavy curve of her hips. The skirt came to above her knees, totally unlike her other skirt. "Sit down here, Mrs. Tanner," the Deacon said, patting the couch beside him. "Yes sir," she muttered thickly, and sat down. She pressed her long thighs together, and clasped her hands in her lap. "Um, I think there was supposed to be some type of shirt that goes under the vest," she said softly, her voice shaking slightly. "I rather like it like this," Monroe said, and very casually reached up and drew the pads of his fingers across her trembling, heaving cleavage. "Ohn, umm, maybe you shouldn't touch me – that's why this outfit makes me – uhn, umm, makes me so nervous," she whispered, looking away from the Deacon's eyes as he kept rubbing the super soft, silky skin of her exposed cleavage. "You think guys would try to feel you up?" Deacon Monroe asked. "You can scream and slap people on the street, young lady, but I will have to insist that in this office you keep a calmer head. "Let's practice this for a moment – if you can't get the right attitude, we may have to let you go. You do realize that, don't you, Mrs. Tanner?" Camila Tanner shook her head – she wondered why she had not pushed the man's fingers away, but she blinked in surprise as the slipped his hand down and cupped her heavy right breast. "Oh, umm, I'm not sure you should be doping that!" she gasped sharply, but her hands seemed locked together, clasped tightly in her lap. She blinked down at his hand as he began gently rubbing her sensitive breast through the thin fabric of the vest and her sexy bra. "Mr. Monroe, please, what do you want me to do?" she pleaded. "Just sit there quietly for a few moments, dear – if a client was drunk, for instance, you would not want to offend him, would you?" "Uhnnn, umn, no, no, I guess not," Camila said, thoroughly confused. She blinked and blew out a huge breath. Her head felt stuffed full of cotton candy, and her body was pulsing deliciously. Her large, firmly soft tits felt wonderful, and she could not keep herself from gasping softly as Monroe began dragging his rigid fingers over her stiff nipples. She knew she should not just be sitting here while the older man rubbed and squeezed her pulsing, sensitive breasts. He reached up with his other hand, and began unfastening her vest. "It's OK, dear, I just want to make sure your undergarments are acceptable," he smiled at her, gave her right breast a big squeeze, and then let go of her tits for a moment and quickly finished unbuttoning her small vest. "What if the client did this? Would you object to this?" he asked, then grabbed her right wrist, and guided her small, sweaty hand to the huge lump in his trousers. "Ohn, no, god, Mr. Monroe, I really don't think that would happen!" the hapless housewife cried out softly. He let go of her wrist, staring her in the eyes, then reached back up slowly with his right hand. He began rubbing and squeezing her large breasts through the skimpy bra she had on – it was at least a size or two to small. Camila bit her lip, and could not stop the sick urge to begin squeezing the fat shaft lying under her palm and fingers. Monroe smiled at her, and then he was pulling her milky white orbs from the confines of the too small bra. Camila shuddered and shivered, but it did not even occur to her to object as the Deacon began scooping her now naked breasts up in his skilled, hot hands. They were easily the size of cantaloupes, with just enough sag in them to let him know they were real. He felt the young woman's slight body shudder gently as he bean mauling her gorgeous tits, and felt her hand on his stiff shaft start to move up and down his fat, rigid tool. He had her stand up at some point – Camila shook her head, and said that she should leave the office, but she felt so good she didn't care. She realized it wasn't just the alcohol. The man was simply taking command of her, not giving her a chance to get her thinking straight. It was as though he simply expected her to follow his orders! What made it worse was the fact that her body was responding, despite the part of her brain that was shocked. My god, she had simply sat there panting when he had started feeling her tits up! She sighed as Monroe peeled her panties down, and she stepped delicately out of them. "Please, Mr. Monroe, haven't I proved I can behave?" "Just one more test," the man smiled up at her, then loosened his pants and pushed them down. Camila stared down at the man's fat cock log in shock, then he was turning her around so she was looking at Mr. Perkins behind his desk. He lowered her down, repositioned her slightly, and then she felt his fat cock knob pushing against her shaved little pussy. "Ohn, no, please, Mr. Monroe, I really should get back to work," she said, suddenly all to aware of what was happening! The man had loosened her vest, her tits were on display. She gathered her vest closed so Mr. Perkins would not see her huge, soft, conical breasts standing proudly from her chest. She shivered as the man pulled her down, sinking another two, then four inches into her already wet pussy. Camila bit her lip, and could not stop grunting softly as Monroe lifted up, then let her back down, lifted her, lowered her down. She was trembling, and then she was shaking into a powerful orgasm as Monroe began bouncing her up and down his stiff, rampant staff. Camila grunted and groaned her way through a giant orgasm – she was helping the Deacon fuck her off and on his giant prick, and then he was roaring and cumming inside her as she twitched and writhed on top of him. She gathered her things and fled the office a few minutes later, when Monroe told her that would be all for now. He left about fifteen minutes after that. A half an hour later, Camila was determined to finally say something to her boss. She had known him most of her life, he was her father's friend who had helped her out with a job when she needed it. What had been done to her would not stand, she knew that, she just needed to realize she had been taken advantage of! Before she could march in, he called her on the intercom. She stepped into the office. Her head was still spinning pleasantly from the force of her orgasms, and her body was still glowing. She realized that her nipples were easily visible through the thin vest and bra, and swallowed. For some reason she had not changed out of the sexy little outfit, but she was trying not to think about that. She swallowed as she stepped into the office, and realized that her boss, her father's friend and hers, was staring intently at her exposed cleavage. Perkins came around in front of the desk. "Um, sir, about what happened- I am not sure what came over me, but -" "Don't worry, Camila," Edward Perkins smiled. He had lost the rights to the Annie footage through the Deacon, but the man had given him an invaluable gift. Edward really had to admire the man – he had obviously recognized Camila's potential from the first time he had laid eyes on her, and Perkins had been astounded her body was so incredibly impressive. She was babbling on about being so uncomfortable; Perkins smiled – the Deacon had fucked her right in front of him! He unfastened his fly, and pulled his cock out. "Maybe we had better run through another training session, Mrs. Tanner – what would you do if you were alone with a client, and had been told to make him happy, and he pulled his cock out like this?" Camila Tanner could not stop staring at her boss' fat log. She had known this man for decades, but his stiffening, half hard tool took her by surprise. It was already eight inches long, and it twitched as she stared down at it. Her arms hung limply by her sides, and Camila was uncomfortably aware that she was having a hard time looking anywhere but at the man's penis. Even as she watched it twitched strongly and seemed to grow another inch. "Well, Mrs. Tanner, what would you do to put the client at ease in this situation?" he asked, and reached out with his left hand. He took her right wrist, and slowly moved her arm forward. His hand slid down to hers and then he was pressing her small hand to his rampant tool. What had happened? Camila thought. She shook her head no, she protested that she had filing to do, but in the end she wrapped her long, slim fingers around her boss' bulky cock. She swallowed, and finally looked away from his now rock hard penis. She looked around the room, and then drew in a deep breath as he reached out and began casually unfastening her small tight vest. "I just want to see your bra again, to make sure it is going to meet company standards, is that alright, dear?" he asked as he finished unbuttoning the flimsy garment. He brushed the two halves apart, and then was smoothly cupping her large, coconut sized globes. They were super soft, yet somehow firm and resilient at the same time. He pulled the bra cups down so that her breasts sprang from the tight little garment, and bent and began sucking and licking her throbbing nipples. Camila breathed in heavier and heavier gasps, and her fist was sliding up and down Perkins fat boner with a higher purpose now as the man abused her tender, sensitive knockers. Her knees sagged, and Camila grunted and writhed, then somehow said: "This feels awkward, please, my arm is twisted so. Oh, yes, I guess that might help, thank you!" she said, looking into his eyes as he slowly pushed down on her shoulders, pushing her to the floor. "I – I just don't want you to think bad things of me, Mr. Perkins. That man took advantage of me!" she gasped as he reached down and began kneading one of her swinging breasts again. Her hand was still running up and down his angry shaft. The bulbous, lemon shaped head was a deep red, almost purple, and the man's fat, impressive shaft was wreathed in heavy veins. He leaned forward, and his free hand gripped the soft bun of her hair. "Take it in your moth, Camila – show me how important the company business is to you!" Camila shook her head slightly, but her body was betraying her. She was on the verge of an orgasm from Perkin's rough tittie play, and her shaven little pussy was embarrassingly wet! Her mouth sagged open just enough, and for the first time since high school Camila found her pouting, full lips and even white teeth sagging open just enough for a fat knob and a good three inches of straining cock to slide into her panting, hot wet mouth! Camila Tanner tried to deny to herself what was happening. She was determined to just hold her jaws slack and allow the man to pull her head back and forth, just as her high school coach had done to her when she was eighteen! He was squeezing big handfuls of her soft, firm breasts, treating her massive melons gently and then suddenly pinching and twisting her fat responsive nipples. She moaned and grunted, and ground her thighs together helplessly. Her moth was full of her own saliva and his precum, which was leaking steadily from his fat knob. She could not help herself – the feeling of the fat, heavily veined shaft sliding in and out of her full pouting lips, sliding over her tongue threatened to overwhelm the young housewife. She swallowed the accumulated juices of her mouth and his precum without thought, and then found herself swallowing again, and again. Camila moaned, and began slowly licking at his fat head in between swallowing his precum and her saliva. "That's the way, you fucking slut! Suck my fucking cock!" Perkins demanded of the young wife, and began sliding his prick in and out of her mouth a bit faster, a bit deeper. Camila's cheeks hollowed as she began sucking and slurping at the fat rod with more intensity - it pistoned in and out of her hungry, wet, nursing mouth and the slurping sounds grew louder in the small office. Then Perkins was gripping her head and shooting long ropes of jizz into her sucking mouth. Camila had a huge orgasm as she swallowed her bosses cum, and jerked and writhed on her knees, swallowing her boss' cum mindlessly. She sucked his cock until it began softening, then shyly wiped off her full lips and chin where some of his semen had trickled down from her full, pouting lips. She straightened up, and without another word left his office to finish her work.