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  I stared at her, disbelieving, when she looked me square in the eye and began to slowly unbutton her stretched-to-the-max silvery, silk blouse. “I-I-I …” I stammered.

  “You’ve sampled one of my store’s products, Mark,” she said. “Now let’s see what you think about a slightly different, older model.”

  I nodded dumbly as she finished with the buttons and pulled her blouse open and pushed it off her shoulders. It swished to the floor, forgotten. Her enormous tits were cupped by a black lace bra, similar to the ones I had brought to her earlier in the year. Her skin was ivory in contrast to the heavy-duty tit-holder, and her massive chest was heaving up and down with excitement. Her fingers shook as she unhooked her short, black skirt, wiggled her hips, and let the hanky-sized garment puddle at her feet. She was wearing a black thong over her nether regions. She lifted her stiletto heels out of the inert skirt and stood proudly in front of me like a statue of Venus come to life.

  I gulped my admiration. Her body was a reflection of perfection – slim, smooth, and round in all the right places, and top-heavy with milky-white mammaries even larger than those of her well-endowed sales clerk. Her body shone in the light of the overhanging bulb, and her long, black, shimmering hair caressed her bare, buff shoulders.

  “I’ve been waiting for months for you to make the first move,” she said, her sky-blue eyes drilling into me. “But when you didn’t, I thought that maybe you weren’t interested, so I arranged for Francesca to get you interested. Are you still?”

  The classic bait and switch sales technique. Like that much effort was needed in this erotic transaction. “I’m very, very interested,” I gurgled.

  Her blood-red lips tilted up into a smile, then parted slightly to allow her pink tongue to peek through. I boldly grabbed her in my arms and planted my lips over hers. She wrapped her arms around my neck and I felt her protruding nipples punch holes in my shirt. My shirt! Good God, this was no time for clothing.

  I grasped her shoulders, pushed her back, and peeled off my shirt, shoes, pants, and shorts in the time it took a hummingbird to warble the first few bars of Stripper’s Rhapsody. In that same short time, she also unsheathed her tits and pussy.

  “You’re beautiful,” I gasped, staggered by her glorious, mature nakedness. Her tits were tremendous – huge and heavy and pink-nippled, and her pussy was blindingly bare except for a crown of soft, black fur.

  “About time you noticed,” she said. She jumped up on the counter where Francesca had proffered her window display only moments before, and assumed the same position and made the same heart-racing demand. “Suck my tits,” she said huskily.

  This time I wasn’t going to stop even if my own boss barged into the storeroom with a Live at Five news crew; I was going to feed, dammit! I caught her tits in my hands and bent my head down and planted my mouth on hers. While my busy hands joyously explored her gigantic jugs, I kissed and tongued her relentlessly. I chewed her mouth like a starving dog chews a bone. I squeezed and fondled and groped her tits, caressing every inch of their incredible vastness.

  I pulled away from her gasping mouth and went to work on her tits with my own mouth. I cupped their unbelievable heaviness in my hands and flicked my tongue against first one spectacular, inch-long nipple, and then the other. She moaned. I licked and licked her engorged nipples, bathing them in hot saliva, over and over, then nipped at them lightly with my teeth until they blossomed even further. Then I swallowed one in my mouth. I sucked and sucked on her left nipple, tugged on it, slapped my tongue across its inflamed, rubbery rigidness.

  Gillian’s body trembled. I attacked her right nipple – gave a repeat performance. “Oh, God, that feels good,” she murmured, her eyes closed, her head thrown back, her bountiful breasts offered up for my taking.

  I pushed her tits together and bounced my head back and forth between her fantastic globes, sucking on each nipple in turn, then desperately jamming them together and sucking on both nipples at the same time.

  “I’m gonna come, baby,” she moaned, her arms quivering as she held her huge chest aloft for me to ravage. Her tits were obviously used to a lot of attention, and, as a result, very, very sensitive.

  “Not yet, Gillian,” I pleaded. “Not yet.” Not before I had rammed my flaming cock into her fiery pussy and unloaded a megaton of come, or two.

  We were obviously on the same sexual wavelength now, for she said, “Fuck me, then. Fuck my pussy!”

  I reluctantly unhanded and unmouthed her tremendous tits, and then gripped her long, smooth legs and lifted them up until her slender ankles were resting comfortably on my shoulders. Her pussy lips were slick with love juice, the silky folds beckoning me to enter. I moved forward until my swollen, purple cock-head was knocking on her fleshy door of ecstasy.

  I savagely pushed my raging cock forward and the glistening folds of her sopping womanhood parted and I slid inside. The heat and the tightness and the dampness were incredible. “Yeah,” I hissed, as my cock found its home.

  “Fuck me!” she screamed, pushing forward, burying me to the balls inside of her.

  I began rocking my hips back and forth, sliding my steely shaft in and out of her; slowly at first, then faster and faster and faster – until my cock and my vision blurred. I pounded away at her pussy like she was my last fuck on earth.

  “Yes!” she cried out, urging me to re-double my already frantic efforts. Her immense, saliva-slickened breasts bounced in rhythm to my desperate thrusting.

  I tossed back my head and let out a roar as I banged away at Heaven’s silky gate, my balls cracking sharply against her firm, round ass. Perspiration poured off my face, and I turned my head and kissed and licked and bit her fleshy calf, in a reckless bid to hold the boiling semen in my sac for as long as I could.

  “Come on my tits!” she yelled above the sweat-drenched frenzy.

  That did it. My balls tightened and I knew that I was only seconds away from devastating detonation.

  She beat me to it. Her eyes and mouth flew open and muscles tightened to the snapping point up and down the length of her sensuous body. “God, yes!” she screamed, and her upper body spasmed and her tits jerked up and down as she was wracked by orgasm. Her legs tightened on my neck, choking me, as she was brutalized, over and over, by powerful orgasms that laid waste to her body and mind.

  She was no sooner torn apart by sexual ecstasy than I yelled, “Here I come, Gillian!” and pulled my flaming cock out of her red-hot lovebox and pointed it at her mammoth mounds and began flailing away for all I was worth.

  “Come on my tits!” she cried again.

  My hand was a blur, recklessly and relentlessly polishing my pole to the ignition point and beyond. “Yeah!” I screamed, then watched from a fluffy, floating cloud of pure ecstasy as frothy, white-hot come sprayed out of my cock and splashed down onto that gorgeous, experienced woman’s tits.

  “More!” she yelled. “Give me more!”

  My body dissolved as I savagely stroked my cock and rocketed jism onto that big-breasted, come-hungry goddess. Thick ropes of super-heated semen erupted from my purple cock-head, again and again, and coated her tits and face in a white, gooey finish. I poured come down upon her like I had a never-ending supply, anxious, frantic to paint her beautiful breasts with my salty gunk.

  I blew semen one final time, and then the tendons that held me together turned to jelly and I slumped against her legs, spent. I just about lost consciousness when Gillian leaned back flat on the counter and rubbed my simmering semen all over her hot, over-ripe body in long, sensuous, circular strokes, and then carefully and seductively licked her fingers clean of the sticky substance – one finger at a time.

  She ran her tongue across her puffy lips and smiled a wicked smile. “Next time, maybe you can sample Francesca and me at the same time.”

  I nodded faintly. “I’ll buy whatever you’re selling,” I groaned.

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