As Robert Anderson, Sr. luxuriated in the feeling of having
his cock expertly sucked and licked by his young assistant, he
realized that he was, in fact, horny every day; and he thanked
god profusely for letting him find both Laurie and Sherri --
Sherri Koslowski, his administrative assistant, his girl Friday,
his right-hand woman; and the best blow-job artist he had ever
met in his life.
     She was bent over his groin, her freakishly huge, naked tits
bobbing wildly, taking him deep into her mouth, sucking him hard
and licking as much of his tumescent flesh as she could.  As he
happily played with her jiggling tit-flesh, he thought back to
the first time he had ever seen Sherri.
     It was twelve years ago.  Business was booming and his old
and trusted secretary, Martha, was retiring.  He was interviewing
for a replacement and knew exactly the type he was looking for --
professional, older, experienced, gentile, classy, competent, and
willing to bring him a cup of coffee without a diatribe on sexist
attitudes in the workplace -- basically, another Martha.
     When Sherri walked through the door for her interview,
Robert looked up to see a young, brassy blonde, unpolished girl,
dressed in cheap polyester and too much make-up; but he knew in
that instant that he was going to hire her.
*
     Robert always knew he was a "tit-man."
     His very earliest sexual memories were about mammaries, and
he had spent hours and hours of his prepubescent and pubescent
life spying on his mother and sister and aunt through the old-
fashioned keyholes in the big, old house they all lived in --
always hoping and praying to see tits.  He was successful at
seeing all three of the women in his early life in various states
of dishabille, and even naked on rare occasions, and it was
always the tits that held his attention.  Oh, he'd been thrilled
when he caught a glimpse of a furry cunt, just for the tingle of
seeing such a forbidden sight, but they were a dark and boring
target.  Tits, on the other hand (so to speak!), were alive and
bouncy and thrust forward in bold display.  And he loved them.
     A child of the fifties, Robert wallowed in the big-breasted
culture -- bullet-bras, the earliest `Playboy' magazines and its
imitators, the full-chested actresses like Jane Russell, Mamie
Van Doren, Jayne Mansfield, Kim Novak, and Marilyn Monroe.
Cleavage was his sustenance, his life.
     His first wife had small tits.  He had dated her in college
and just before graduation she announced to Richard that she was
pregnant.  They were married a week after graduation and she said
she miscarried on their honeymoon.  The divorce was the best
memory Richard had of that marriage, and after it, he wasn't
going to rush into another mistake.
     He dated a lot.  He dated women with big tits, and he loved
every one of them for it.  Usually they were dancers in clubs and
not the type he expected himself to settle down with.  After a
few years, he resigned himself to the fact that he wasn't going
to meet the right woman for him and decided to enjoy his
bachelorhood.  And then he got the invitation to join his best
client and his client's family at their beach house for a Fourth
of July weekend.
     He arrived hot and tired on Friday afternoon.  His client,
Harry MacDonald, met him in the driveway with a cold beer and
escorted him to his bedroom, telling Robert to get into his
trunks and meet them on the beach.  As he was meeting Harry's
wife, Elaine, Robert felt all the muscles in his jaw go slack and
felt his chin hit his chest.  Walking up to the small group was
the most beautiful girl Robert had ever seen in his life.  She
had wet, dark hair stuck to the sides of her smooth, round face,
a dazzling smile, and the most unbelievably-blue blue eyes.
     Against his will, Robert's gaze dropped to the petite girl's
chest, where he was rewarded with the sight of two large, round
tits, barely concealed in a tiny bikini top decorated in an
American flag design.
     "Hi!" this vision said to Robert as she bent to pick up a
towel from the beach blanket, and in the process, giving Robert a
view through her cleavage down to the top of her bikini bottom!
     "Robert, I'd like you to meet the genius in the family.
This is my daughter, Lauren, or `Laurie' as she prefers.  She
skipped a few grades and just finished her second year at James
Madison.  Laurie, this is a business associate, Robert Anderson."
     That night on the beach, he enjoyed all the treasures the
young Laurie had to offer, and that weekend marked the end of
Robert's self-imposed bachelorhood.  Over the next few weeks, he
used all the money, class, experience, and romance he could
muster to woo the young Laurie MacDonald.  She was everything he
was looking for in a wife -- beautiful, intelligent, poised,
classy, and on top of everything else -- she had the most
wonderful set of large, firm, round tits he had ever had the
pleasure of playing with.
     He knew the age difference was significant.  He was thirty-
four, and Laurie hadn't had her nineteenth birthday, yet, but
Harry and Elaine didn't seem to mind, and if anything, Laurie
seemed to prefer an older man, established in a career.
     Within weeks of meeting, they were engaged and immediately
decided that Laurie would move in with Robert.  Soon after that
they were married and soon after that, Laurie was pregnant with
Bobby.
     Robert loved Laurie.  She was the perfect wife and mother.
He never regretted marrying her for an instant.  And, he would
probably have never cheated on her if he hadn't met Sherri.
     Sherri's irresistible attraction for Robert was obvious --
simply put, she was a huge set of tits on legs.
     She was tall and skinny.  Her legs were long, but thin.  Her
torso was thin and, except for those bazooms, she probably
measured the same around her shoulders, her waist, and her hips.
She had no hourglass figure, like Laurie.  She had no ass.
     She did have tits -- 44-DD on her otherwise skinny body.
Since meeting Sherri, Richard had seen girls and women built like
her on some of the talk shows, and recognized (and enjoyed) the
trend in X-rated videos, where the breast size of a lot of the
new "stars" bordered on freakish dimensions.  But this all
occurred after Sherri.  Sherri was the first set of near-
impossible tits in Richard's life.
     That day, twelve years ago, Robert knew that if Sherri
couldn't type her name in a minute, he was still going to hire
her, just to keep those tits within sight.  But the interview had
gone even better than Robert hoped...
*
     Sherri was nervous and Robert could hear a faint tremble in
her voice, but he admired the way she presented herself to him.
     "Mr. Anderson, I can see what type of secretary you're
trying to hire, and I'm sure you looked at my resume and decided
I am not that person, but I think you'd be wrong rule me out.
     "I'll cut through all the professional language and tell you
everything there is to know about me.  I'm a local girl who got
pregnant and dropped out of high school.  My parents kicked me
out and my baby's father split for parts unknown.  I worked at
whatever minimum-wage jobs I could find and I got a place for my
daughter and me to live.  I scratched out a living and took
advantage of whatever benefits I qualified for and I earned my
GED high school diploma.  I found subsidized child-care and I
took two years of courses at the community college.  I've been a
temp at over ten businesses in the last year and the temp agency
will tell you that I got good performance reviews from all of
them.
     "I'm twenty years old with a daughter ready to start school
in the Fall.  Your company is within walking distance to the
school I'd like her to go to, and an apartment I'd like to be
able to afford to rent.
     "I know I'm young, Mr. Anderson, but I'm not dumb and I've
learned a lot over the last five years.  I look at other girls my
age and I know I've matured far beyond them.
     "I want this job, Mr. Anderson.  Sure, I need it, but more
than that, I want it.  I know I can do it if you'll give me the
chance.
     "I saw the way you looked at me when I walked in.  I think I
know what was in that look.  I want to be very clear about this,
Mr. Anderson, so there will be no misunderstanding.  I am willing
to do anything for you to get the chance I deserve.  No
questions, no hesitation, and no complaints, later -- I'm willing
to do anything."
     Robert stared at the girl.  She was sitting primly in the
chair, looking near tears, and was waiting for him to speak.
["What had she seen in my look?" he wondered.  "And, does she
mean `anything' when she says `anything?'"]
     Sherri still had not said another word.  Robert looked at
her again, "Ms Koslowski, if this were a movie, I'd say something
like `I like your spunk,' and hire you on the spot.  But this
isn't a movie it's business -- my business -- and you are correct
when you say that there isn't anything on your resume that would
qualify you for the position I need filled.  Therefore, giving
you the chance that you so eloquently requested would be an
unlikely decision on my part..."  Robert hesitated for only an
instant, and then decided to plunge ahead, "...without something
you can offer me that none of the other applicants can offer me.
Maybe there is something.  Let's begin by your showing me your
tits."
     There, he'd said it!  It was a risk to actually come out and
say it, but staring at that incredible chest made him decide.
Now, it was up to her.
     As she promised, Sherri asked no questions and did not
hesitate.  She stood up, reached behind her and unzipped her
dress.  She lifted it over her head and followed that with her
full slip.
     Robert could feel his heart racing and his breath coming in
gasps as Sherri, standing there in a large, simple white bra,
pantyhose and white panties, reached behind her to unclasp the
bra.
     Robert heard himself groan as the large white bra fell to
the floor and Sherri's mammoth tits were bared for his view.
They were huge, heavy and round, with blue veins and very large
pink nipples.  They were mashed together, forming cleavage from
her neck almost to her waist.
     Robert had never seen tits like them before in his life.  He
stood and walked around the desk.  Sherri turned towards him and
he reached out to cup her breasts and lift them in his hands.  He
had never felt such heavy flesh before.  He never wanted to let
them go.
     He sat down on the edge of the desk, never letting go of her
tit-flesh.  He began squeezing, pulling, pinching them; swinging
them, pushing them together, twisting the now-hard nipples
between his fingers and thumbs.
     As he played and manipulated, Sherri reached down and
unzipped Robert's zipper.  Gently, she reached into his shorts
and withdrew his raging, engorged erection.  Slowly, she bent
over at the waist and engulfed his cock in her mouth as his hands
continued their play with her breasts.
     Within only a minute or two, Robert was ready to cum.  As he
felt his climax begin, he clasp his hands on the young girl's
tit-flesh and squeezed as hard as he could, spasming with both
his cock and fingers.  His incredible cum continued for some time
and Sherri never altered her mouth's rhythm, sucking every drop
of cum he spewed down her throat.
     After he finished, and Sherri cleaned him with her tongue
and mouth, Robert stood and zipped up.  Sherri sat down in the
chair, still naked from the waist up and waited for the verdict.
     Robert sat and looked across the desk at the young woman and
her incredible tits.  "Well, here's no surprise -- you're hired,
Ms Koslowski.  You're getting your chance.  But your employment
is conditional.  Your employment agreement will be renewed on a
daily basis, depending on both your office duties and the special
administrative duties that you just demonstrated.  Is that
understood?"
     "Yes, Mr. Anderson."
     "And you can agree to those terms?"
     "Yes, Mr. Anderson."
     "And if we, ah... expand on those terms?"
     "There won't be a problem, Mr. Anderson."
     "Fine.  My current secretary is retiring in about a month.
You begin tomorrow morning to learn everything she knows about
this company and about me.  I don't mean any offense, Ms
Koslowski, but I'd also like it if you learned some fashion and
make-up tips from her.  I can arrange a `sign-on' bonus for you
to help with any additional wardrobe requirements you might have
as a result."
     "Thank you, Mr. Anderson."
*