Tia’s Bucket List Ch. 05

An adult stories – Tia’s Bucket List Ch. 05 by Cathartico,Cathartico Tia’s Bucket List Ch. 05

—The Breastie and the Slog—

Hello everyone, it’s Tia! Your fierce fashion reporter with a new bombshell post. My research into the fratworld had borne fruit. I found out how to pledge as a ΖΣΧ sister and became a bro bunny in the process. if that’s not Pulitzer Prize worthy work, I don’t know what is. Facts!

But whatever! After this smashing success, it was time to return to my roots, aka the world of fashion. Sadly, though, that sounds more interesting than it actually was. In fact, work at the Vonderstore turned out to be a real slog. But I wouldn’t be everyone’s favorite investigator if I wouldn’t dig deeper. And so, I took a deep dive into human resource development measures that help you unlock your true potential. And I found smart ways to make work great again, believe me! But read for yourself, folks!

First things first, though. Before I was able to return to my life as a fashion intern, I had to extricate myself from a minor dilemma, or rather a major predicament. Here’s a short reminder: As the final act in my journey to becoming a full-fledged bro bunny, Ben had kicked me out of the Yamos house. I understand why he was doing it. He was trying to get back at the Vondersluts for getting thrown out of the store by Mr. von Stein. It figures, but it didn’t make the situation any less dangerous!

And so, I found myself standing in the front yard. Bear in mind, I was completely naked! The only thing covering my body were the red-hot ‘ΖΣΧ SLUT’ marks on my butt and the pink ‘BUNNY BRO’ playboy symbol on my lower back! Other than that, the rhinestone collar with silver chain and the red platform heels were the only items covering my skin. Long story short: I was butt naked in public!

The shock was written all over my face and I was trembling in every limb. I had never felt so much panic in my life! At first, I was too stunned to move, standing on the front lawn like rooted to the spot. When I finally caught myself, it was about damn time! The danger was sky-high! Looking around frantically, I noticed that Ben had closed the door. Oh shit! I was locked out! This was getting worse by the second! All my clothes were in the house. Not only that, but I was also missing my car keys and valuables! I had to get them back! No way around it!

My first impulse told me to run and hide. There were some bushes at the edge of the yard. I could disappear into them! From there, I could make my way around the house unnoticed. That sounded like a plan! But then my escape was cut short before it even started! A window opened and Ben’s face appeared with a shit-eating grin plastered all over it. Handing out a bucket full of soap water, he set it on the lawn.

“Haul ass, bitch! Get to cleaning!” He told me point blank. “You’re a bro bunny. That’s part of the job!”

“You wanna get your stuff back?” He added with an undisguised threat in his voice. “Don’t bum ’round looking stupid! Get a move on!”

Oh no! This had to be a daydream! But it wasn’t. There was no way out! The longer I waited, the more the danger escalated. After all, I called him Mr. Merciless for a reason. The shitbird wouldn’t give in! I had to play his game if I wanted to get out of this situation. Otherwise, I’d get caught sooner rather than later. Although I was on high alert, the irony wasn’t lost on me! At our last encounter, the top bros had thrown my clothes out of the window, so I had to run outside butt naked. This time, I was nude outside, and my clothes were locked in the house. What a twist of fate!

And then I jumped! I heard a noise that frightened me. The sudden scare snapped me out of my stupor. Looking for the source of the sound, I saw a cat jumping on the neighbor’s mailbox. What a stroke of luck! That had been close! Too close for comfort! I wouldn’t be so lucky a second time. But at least, I was on the move now. And so, I kept going. Grabbing the bucket, I realized that the guys hadn’t given me any kind of cleaning rags. These rotten bastards!

Of course, it was clear what the fratboys wanted me to do, and it sent a shiver down my spine. But it didn’t matter, because I did it anyway, albeit reluctantly. Bending down, I dipped my hands into the soapy water and scooped it up. Raising my arms, I splashed the suds over my fabulous funbags until they were dripping wet. And that’s how I pressed my bomb-ass boobs against the window. With circling motions, I slid my titty meat over the glass pane. It was cold as hell!

Truth be told, the position was perfect for the fratpals but terrible for me. Standing on the other side of the window, the Yamos bros saw my nipples get hard while my squishy snugglesacks bulged out on all sides. By contrast, I couldn’t see what was happening behind me, as I had no view of the street! So, I was left to fate. Jesus!

And suddenly, I flinched. A horn sounded behind me. For fuck’s sake! That was the last thing I needed. A vehicle drove past the frathouse! Shame burned on my cheeks, and I didn’t dare turn around. I just hoped that the car would pass by real quick. And fortunately, it did! So, I started to hope against hope. Maybe, the driver hadn’t seen me and my backside. Possibly, it was a neighbor who was used to pledging ceremonies. Everything was possible, right?

Anyway, the new scare had an instant effect on me. I cleaned the window with more fervor than ever. After all, I needed to get this thing over with as quickly as possible. And so, I finished the first window fast as fuck. Two more to go, then it would be over. But before I ever got there, I heard another noise behind me. This time, it was no horn, so I looked over my shoulder to see what it was.

And I froze on the spot! It was a cop car! No shit! A police car drove past the Yamos house. My legs turned to jello as I was seized by fear. The horror! The whole world seemed to move in slow motion. I got hot and cold as all sorts of scenarios popped into my head. I’d be arrested for indecent behavior! I’d have to spend the night in jail! I’d be fined! If I got convicted, I could lose my place in college. It would be the end of my internship at Vonderstone! This couldn’t be happening! I needed the money and the college degree! My whole future was at stake!

But it was too late. No more chance to escape! So, I closed my eyes in despair. And at that moment, a miracle happened. The cop car drove on! Obviously, the officers were focused on something else. They must have overlooked me. How lucky can you get? In total disbelief, I stared after the car, but it kept going down the street. And that lit a fire under my butt. Hectically, I turned back to the window. Now, I was in a real rush to finish my job. Bet!

A second later, I heard a siren wailing. Oh fuck! The police car stopped two houses down the road. It was turning! All my hopes were dashed! The cops had seen me! They were coming back! It was over! I was done!

And that was the moment when I got grabbed by the arm. Someone took my hand and pulled me away. It wasn’t until I was already running that I realized what was happening. It was Matt! What a sight for sore eyes! He told me that Chet had called him. Luckily, he had been nearby. I guess, Colton had been right: Fortune favors fools!

My manager was my last lifeline, and he knew where he was going! Pulling me around the house, he pushed me up against the wall. And not a second too soon! My naked ass got out of sight a second before the car stopped in front of the property. For the moment, the officers had lost sight of me, but I wasn’t out of danger yet! I breathed heavy as hell and my bomb-ass bouncers quaked on my chest. I heard the cops get out of the car and start walking up to the house. The search for me was about to begin.

And once again, Matt reacted first. He grabbed my hand and pulled me to the backyard where I spotted a conspicuous feature in the hedge. In between all the moss and greenery, there was a door. It was totally overgrown so it was hard to spot. And my luck didn’t stop there! As a Yamos alum, Matt had a key! How about that? Real quick, he opened the door and led me to the adjacent property. As he informed me, it was the ΖΣΧ sorority. Since they frequently threw parties together, they used each other’s basements to store beer kegs and stuff like that. It figures!

For this reason, members of the Yamos executive board had keys and Matt had never given his one back. How great was that? Not only did the key open the garden door, but also the door to the basement. And so, we slipped into the neighboring house, just when we heard the cops ringing at the Yamos door. The fratboys had given me their pearly gifts as parting presents, and I had gifted them a visit from the police in return. That sounded about fair, didn’t it? Anyway, I had escaped! It was only by a hair’s width, and it wouldn’t have been possible without my manager’s help. But whatever! You must make hay when the sun shines, right?

—Bunny is honest to a fault—

My escape had been successful. But it had been more than enough excitement for the moment. So, I decided to take a short break from my sexventures. I was busy dealing with the aftermath anyway. First, there were the voting cards. The moment when the ballots came out was the most shameful thing I had ever experienced! It made me feel like a total fuckdoll. The objectification was real! At the same time, though, it triggered a rush of hormones and got me all horned up. This was so conflicting!

And believe me, folks, I was just as torn about the second repercussion, aka my sore ass. On the one hand, you have all the aftereffects. I for one could barely sit for a couple of days and walked real funny. On the other hand, it’s the gift that keeps on giving. Whenever my sore sphincter twitched, it was a brilliant reminder of the emotional explosion I had experienced. I must admit anal orgasms hit different! And the aftermath doesn’t last forever. No need to worry, my ass is fine now! In fact, my butt is better than ever. Thanks for asking! Anyway, I think you can see the conflict! And that’s why I made a decision. My butt is reserved for special occasions. Every now and then, it’s dope! But only as a special treat. It’s not meant for regular use. You could say my pussy is the moneyhole and my ass is the bonushole. Period!

As you see, I was busy dealing with my personal affairs. At the same time, though, a lot of things happened at work. As you know, the mood at the Vonderstore was lousy. After Holly had gotten into a fight with our manager, we were on thin ice. The threat of dismissal loomed large. One more misstep and we’d get fired. Of course, that was totally unfair! I hadn’t done anything wrong, and yet the old-ass owner lumped us both together. To him, we were a pair of whiny, lazy millenitards. And there was nothing that could change his mind. End of story!

And that’s why, I moved around the store like I was walking on eggshells. After all, I didn’t want to make a mistake. There was no way I could afford to get fired, so I covered all my bases. I even told Matt that we had to stop our fun time during break time. Needless to say, he didn’t like that! And so, he came up with a new idea. The trust fund baby told me my job was safe if I obeyed his orders like a docile dummy. The more I’d follow his instructions, the more he’d stand up for me. Such a pretentious player!

But it was my only option! And so, I got a new work routine. Since then, I’ve been getting up half an hour earlier every workday to spend some sexy time before getting ready for work. Let me tell you, this is super hard for me because I’m a night owl and not an early bird. Nonetheless, I use the time to watch porn while fingering my pussy. When I’m getting close to cumming, I have to stop because I’m not allowed to climax. I must edge instead. And I have to do it twice. This is so wicked! And it messes me up because it leaves me horny as hell. Not only that, but the denial also makes me needy and bubbly. Or as Matt likes to call it, bimboy!

Of course, I’m always ready to read the riot act to anyone who calls me a bimbo. But I’m hardly in a position to deny it. My edging routine makes me act like a ditzy dummy at work and a spunky slut after work. This totally reinforces the bimbo cliché and makes it increasingly difficult to disprove. In fact, I’ve become low-key famous with customers. They know me as the hugger now! I don’t really like it, but it helps with the upselling, so I let it slide. After all, I have bigger things to worry about!

And I bet you know where this is going, folks! Of course, it was bound to happen! No matter how hard I tried to play by the rules, Holly’s temper was our downfall. No one ever said that our skeevy supervisor was a master salesman, but he was the store manager and the owner’s son, so everyone overlooked his flaws. Everyone? Not quite! At one point, Holly blew her fuse and broke the unspoken rule. Sorry to say, but my bae acted like a bull in a China store when she addressed the elephant in the room and challenged Matt. How stupid can you be?

In the end, the two made a bet to see who got the better sales skills. Their target was a middle-aged woman looking to buy lingerie for her husband’s birthday. So, what’s your guess, folks? Whose advice did the customer follow? The answer is obvious! She followed Matt’s lead! What a surprise… not! After all, the machofucker knows best what hot-blooded men want in bed and the wifey wanted to please her hubby. Go figure!

And that left Holly with a pile of gambling debts she couldn’t settle, so she had to find an alternative way to pay it back. And the rest was inevitable! I don’t need to spell it out for you, do I? It didn’t take long until my bestie experienced how it feels to be fiercely fucked by the cocky player in the storeroom. Unleashing the stud, the mean mofo rode my bae hard and put her away wet. She definitely looked disheveled afterwards. So, I suspect that she enjoyed the shit out of it, even if she’ll never admit it. Bet!

But then things took a dramatic turn. Mr. von Stein caught them red-handed. And that was the end of the line. As the owner of the Vonderstone brand, he had given us fair warning! He had repeatedly told us that one more misstep would be enough. And this, was more than a small blunder. It was an epic fail! So, the boss had no other choice. As a leader, he had to make an example! Acting tough but consistent, he grabbed Holly and threw her out of the store. As a special note, he kicked her out the backdoor, so she ended up naked and confused in the dingy alley. The irony!

Of course, this had a huge impact on my bestie. Catching her unprepared, it brought her world crashing down! Despite our humble beginnings, my bae had never experienced such a setback before, so she had a hard time dealing with her misfortune. She was down in the dumps and couldn’t stop looking at the negative side of things. In fact, her thoughts became dangerously one-sided as she was pre-occupied with her deficits and failures. I’m no therapist, but this wasn’t good for her mental health! Period!

That’s why I tried to cheer her up. To get her out of the house, I suggested that she could pick me up after work, so we could go to afterwork events together. I hoped it would take her mind off things. It was a good start but not enough to bring back her happiness. So, I took it one step further and proposed to reconnect with our old friends from high school. I figured it would be a nice distraction to gossip about old times. And it worked out just fine! Holly was back in a good mood, and I was beginning to think we had turned a page.

But then everything came to a head. I hadn’t been allowed to cum in the days leading up to our high school reunion, so I was ultra horny, which made me all gushy and spontaneous. Even though that was nothing unusual, things escalated when I got into another argument with my dad. After listening to his baseless accusations for hours, I desperately needed a distraction. Following my first impulse, I went to the beauty salon. But this time, a mani-pedi wasn’t enough. I needed something drastic to counterbalance the radical changes in my life. And so, I decided to get a tattoo. You read that right, folks! I’ve never told you before, but I’m a big fan of tats. And yet, I’ve always been cautious about getting my own ink. So far, I’ve had four tiny tats: three stars behind each ear, a treble clef on my right inner wrist, and a bass clef on my left inner wrist. The stars symbolize my drive to shoot for the moon and the clefs symbolize my love of music. Clever and creative, just like me!

However, my days of being cautious are over! My brand-new ink is much more prominent. Since flowers symbolize femininity and the transition from purity to passion, I chose a floral design. It starts with a cherry blossom on the bridge of my left foot. From there, a vine winds its way up the outside of my leg, with several cherry blossoms in between, until it reaches my knee. The whole tattoo is done in black ink, which gives it a delicate and graceful look. All told, it’s elegant and exceptional. Period!

Of course, it took some time to get the tattoo done, so I was late to pick Holly up. Even though she had all the time in the world, she was totally upset. And it didn’t get any better after that. When we met our old high school friends, my new tattoo was the talk of the town, and Holly felt overshadowed. Nobody meant her any harm, but she took it as another setback. It triggered a tantrum, and she accused me of stealing her spotlight. Can you imagine? I had only ever supported her. I didn’t deserve these accusations! Definitely not! And so, we got into a heated argument.

Safe to say, it’s time for Holly to grow up and learn that she’s not the center of the universe. Her actions have consequences, not only for her but for everyone else as well. In fact, the repercussions of her firing were just as dramatic for me as they were for her. After all, it caused a ton of problems. Remember, the patriarch kept lumping us salesgirls together, because one millenitard is as stupid as the other. For this reason, it was clear to him that I bore as much blame as my bestie. Totally unfair, but there was nothing I could do about it! Promise!

Don’t get me wrong, folks! I can stand some heat. But to make matters worse, our sales figures were dropping like stones, so there was a lot of finger-pointing going around. And with Holly gone, I became the main target. For the boss, it wasn’t the outdated fashion or the lack of leadership, it was all on the millenicunt and no one else! As a result, I was on thinner ice than ever. I was practically on pins and needles, waiting to be fired any moment. This was a disaster!

And it was all Holly’s fault! She had put us both in this position. I had warned her more times than I could count. So, you can imagine that I wasn’t just angry, I was pissed off. And rightfully so! As usual, though, my anger only lasted a few days. After all, best friends have to stick together, for better or for worse. And so, I couldn’t look at Holly’s sad face for long, especially as she was hiding in her mom’s basement, getting lost in her fashion blog. Something had to change! It was about time for my bae to regain her positive attitude. Bet!

That was a noble endeavor, but I didn’t know how to go about it. The question occupied my mind for several days until I had a flash of inspiration. What if I could kill two birds with one stone? Getting my bestie her job back would be great. Securing my own employment in the process would be even better. Crossing off another item on my bucket list at the same time would be perfect! A win-win-win situation!

—Pumpkin walks the parking lot—

When I told Holly about my plan, she was ecstatic! And that was the starting signal for a history-making workday. Actually, my plan was simple but effective. I knew that Mr. von Stein came to the Vonderstore every Friday to get the weekly progress report. Like clockwork, he always arrived after lunch, so I spent my break waiting for him in the parking lot. Our boss didn’t know it yet, but this week was going to be special! Promise!

And yet, I didn’t just wait around like any other salesclerk! This was way too important, so I didn’t leave anything to chance. Before I got to work, I took extra time to do my hair and makeup. Wearing my blonde locks down, the loose beach waves gave me a bouncy style full of movement that perfectly matched my bubbly demeanor. But that wasn’t all! At work, I put on a special outfit. Even though I wasn’t in the store, I applied the Vondermove. Tying my myrtle green top underneath my big-ass boobs, I revealed my toned tummy. Pulling up my shiny black wetlook booty shorts. I also showed off my cameltoe. As cherry on top, I wore black matte knee-high platform boots from the store’s crazy heels section that featured a 7.5″ heel and 3.5″ platform. Mr. von Stein had specifically picked them out for Holly, so I figured that it was the best way to put him in a good mood. Bet!

While waiting for the old-ass owner to arrive, I stayed close to the building. To be honest, I did my best not to be seen by the customers entering the mall. After all, my sassy appearance was reserved for my boss and not for gawkers. And there was no doubt that my outfit was as saucy as it gets. Frankly, conservos would say the combination of crop top, cameltoe, and knee-high platform boots made me look like a slut. No doubt about it!

And yet, I managed to attract no attention until Mr. von Stein’s car finally pulled into the parking lot. I scoffed when I saw the vehicle. The patriarch was driving an expensive luxury SUV. What a surprise… not! Of course, he had money to spend on his car while paying his interns less than minimum wage. You have to show your status after all. It figures!

Anyway, I didn’t want to take any chances, so I walked right up to my boss when he parked. Staying close to the cars, I steered clear of the open lane to avert being seen by any customers. As soon as I stepped into the parking space, I tapped on the driver’s window. I wanted to catch the owner’s attention before he got out of his vehicle. When he heard the sound, he seemed surprised but rolled down the window, nonetheless. That was a good start!

But then Mr. von Stein caught me off guard. Before I had the chance to lean into the window, he drove out of the parking space. Holy shit! What the fuck was that? Real slow, the patriarch let his car roll to the end of the lane before he stopped. His intention was clear! He wanted me to chase after him! Son of a bitch! He was lucky I was on a mission! Otherwise, I wouldn’t have played along with this dirty trick. Absolutely not!

Highly annoyed, I stared after the car. This wasn’t how I had imagined this thing to begin. But then I followed the vehicle. After all, I wasn’t willing to give up my plan over such a minor matter. And so, I tottered down the lane in my platform boots. There was no more protection! The sun was shining brightly, and the parking lot was wide open, making me easy to spot. I had never felt so exposed in my life, and that was a good thing.

At least, in theory! Being a clever blonde, I had picked an item on my bucket list that fit my plan. And that item was exhibitionism! In practice, however, things looked totally different. Presenting the super slutty outfit on a silver platter hit different! And it made me nervous as hell! To make matters worse, the heels made loud, clacking sounds on the asphalt. And it attracted everybody’s attention! Suddenly, all eyes were on me! And all the customers showed the same reaction.

Their first look went to my knee-high boots, and the expressions were clear. The black boots definitely deserved the name ‘hooker hooves’. From there, the gazes roamed upwards to my cameltoe, my bare belly, and finally the bulging top. With each eyecatcher, the expressions became clearer. The customers took me for a street walker! And I blushed in response! For a moment, I prayed that no one would call the cops. My last run-in with the police was still fresh in my mind and I didn’t need a repeat. I might have gotten away scot-free once, but it wouldn’t go so well a second time. Definitely not!

And yet, the Vonderowner had no mercy, toying with me relentlessly. The moment I reached the car, he stepped on the gas and drove into the next lane. The roar of the engine drowned out the clacking of my prostiboots and the customers’ interest multiplied. Holy shit! He might as well make an announcement over the mall speakers: ‘Deal of the day! Hooker in Vonderfit! Meet her in the parking lot and pay half the price for clothes and holes.’ Oh jeez! What a nasty idea! My imagination was already running wild. Bet!

Even though my nervousness was escalating, the patriarch didn’t stop! Over and over again, he repeated the game of chase and catch, guiding me all across the whole damn parking lot as if leading me on an invisible leash. What a walk of shame! At long last, the old-ass owner drove his flashy car into a parking box at the other end of the lot. And truth be told, I wouldn’t have lasted much longer! I was on the verge of canceling this whole thing. Facts!

But now, the hardest part was over, wasn’t it? To be honest, I wasn’t so sure, so I literally took the bull by the horns. As soon as the old chap lowered the side window, I stuck my head through the opening. As a certified buzzerfly, I started talking right away. After all, you always have to play to your strength, don’t you? And so, I praised Holly to the skies, telling the boss that my bae was a visionary designer and the kind of top talent a company like Vonderstone couldn’t afford to lose.

“Hey you, spring chicken!” The patriarch interrupted me rudely. “Forgot your name so I’ll just call you big-boob bird! Anyway, you bash ears!”

“No clue what you’re babbling ’bout, but I wasn’t listening anyway.” He took the wind right out of my sails. “So let’s get the important stuff outta the way. Show me your tits! After that, you can lay it on me.”

Oh my god! That was too much! Big boss or not, he was coming on way too strong. Even though he was old as dirt, he was still totally tit-fixated! Like father like son, I guess! Nonetheless, his blunt talk hit me unprepared and stunned me to the core. I wanted to retract asap, but it was too late for that. I got hot and cold when I realized that I hadn’t just stuck my head through the window. I had pushed my entire upper body through the opening, so my toned tummy was resting on the bottom frame. As a result, my bomb-ass bouncers dangled down my chest, bulging out the green top. And that was the moment it hit me! All the time I had been talking, the old fart had been staring at my titties. No wonder he had been distracted!

But then I noticed something else. The Vonderowner was dead serious! He wouldn’t allow any discussion. The hierarchy was clear! He gave the order and the employee obeyed. That left me with two options. Either I flashed my boobies, or he paid no attention to me. Fair and square! So, what did I have to lose? After all, my fantastic funbags were awesome assets! I should use them to my advantage if they guaranteed me success, shouldn’t I? Anything else would be stupid! And I was a clever blonde!

For this reason, I did as I was told. After all, I had to seize the opportunity because I was in the perfect position. With my big-ass boobs hanging inside the car, they were protected from prying eyes, so it was something like a safe space! And that’s why I didn’t hesitate. Pulling the green fabric down, my fluffy fleshpillows plopped out of the top and dangled off my chest. Feast your eyes on that, old fucker!

All right! Job well done! Glad we got that out of the way. Now, I could get on with my gushing praise. But wait! I didn’t even get to say a word because Mr. von Stein was faster than me. Firmly grabbing both my boobs, he began to knead my titty meat. As if he had a right to my tits! His cheek was astounding! But then again, he was the boss, and I was his employee. I guess the old-ass owner assumed that his interns were also his Vondertoys. And accordingly, all my assets had to be accessible to him at all times. Weird flex, but OK!

To be honest, I can’t deny that his impudence triggered my lust. And that realization took my breath away! As a result, I kept silent while the old fart massaged my big-ass bangers. Less bubbly babbling, more nasty kneading! That’s the way to go! And the patriarch took his sweet time mauling my fabulous funbags! As if he were squeezing melons in a supermarket to see if they were ripe and ready to buy. And that’s exactly how I felt. Like merchandise that was up for grabs! Apparently, it was a tough call because the boss needed a hell of a long time. When he was finally done, I sighed in exasperation. Despite the distraction, though, I managed to pick up where I left off, praising Holly to high heaven. Good girl!

“Yeah, lemme stop you right there, big-boob bird!” Mr. von Stein interrupted me before I could really get started. “I’m still distracted by those big fat tits! With those milk fountains you got a helluva dairy farm right there. You just turned my car into an ice cream truck.”

Seriously? Milk fountains? The old fart couldn’t sound any more like a boomer even if he tried. That totally riled me up! But then again, it was meant as a compliment. And being praised was so much better than heaping praise on others. I know I’m a sucker for compliments! So, I let the old sod have his way with my bomb-ass boobs while I shut up and savored the sensations. It almost made me forget my assignment until I got startled by a noise in the parking lot. Scalding hot, I remembered that my ass was still hanging out of the vehicle. What a wakeup call!

And so, I quickly got back to singing my bestie’s praise. No sooner had I started raving about Holly’s skills than the patriarch grabbed my nipples. Damnit! He pinched my puffies hard! And the titty twister threw me off my game! As he rolled my teats between his fingertips, I began to stutter. But he didn’t let up. The more the brash boomer massaged my nipples the more I moaned until my praise became unintelligible. Sorry, sis!

Believe me, I tried to stay on topic, but the boss’ overbearing manner was too infuriating! Reacting in a bitchy way, I broke into a discussion about HR methods. Talking myself into a frenzy, I lost focus. Instead of pointing out Holly’s skill, I accused the Vonderowner of unfair business practices. What a great idea… not! My boss didn’t like my tone, and he wouldn’t allow an intern to criticize him. Definitely not!

Real quick, Mr. von Stein let me feel that I had overshot the mark. But not as expected! This time, he didn’t grab my nipples but tugged on my hair. Everything happened in a flash, and before I knew it, I got pulled into the car until my hips rested on the window frame. Losing my footing, I once again found myself hanging like a sack of laundry over a clothesline! What a déjà vu!

Panic gripped me as I realized that I was trapped. My feet flailed around on the outside while my head was held on the inside. Unlike me, however, Mr. von Stein was super chill. Opening his pants, he fished out his cock. And when I saw it, I was so shocked that I stopped in my tracks. Holly had reverently referred to it as a coke can and I can confirm that assessment. He was thick as a motherfucker! If you ask me, it was a goddamn meatcleaver!

And with that, I wanted to change my tune and sing the praise of his prick. I’m a horny hussy like that! But the grumpy geezer wasn’t interested in my talk, he only cared about my warm, wet holes. It didn’t matter that his thick dick barely fit through my lips. Nor did it matter that I was still speaking when he plugged my chatterbox. My mouth was nothing but a cocksocket for his boss boner! Son of a bitch! One minute, I was discussing HR practices, and the next my speech got choked off by man meat. For a few strokes, I mumbled words around the shaft, but the vibration spurred the patriarch to thrust harder and deeper. So, talking was quickly replaced by gagging. Bet!

“Sure enough, you sound like blondie blockhead! That shit’s barely intelligible. Say again? What you wanna tell me?” Mr. von Stein asked slyly when he pulled my head off his cock.

Jesus! It’s not what you say, but how you say it, right? In this case, the boomer’s words seemed super snarky. He made it sound like all of this was business as usual. As if I was making mountains out of molehills! And once again, his impudence got me all worked up.

“Oh, man! Hard to believe but role-plays are older than you, sir! For real!” I hurled new accusations at my boss as soon as he lifted my head off his cock. “That thing you pulled on Holly? It’s totally unfair! No cap! It’s also dishonest. I tho… ogh ogh… ooogh ooogh…”

And then the Vonderowner shut me up in mid-sentence. Pulling my mouth over his prick, he turned my words into a gush of gags.

“Swear to Buddha! Nobody can listen to that lip flapping!” The old sod remarked dismissively. “Who are you? Mrs. Valley Girl or what?”

“Ugh ugh ugh…” I gagged back.

“That squeaky voice gives me a fucking headache!” The grumpy geezer didn’t mince words. “That gagging sounds much more pleasant.”

“Sure as shit, you got lucky there, blondie!” He patronized me. “You look that hot, you don’t need to sound smart.”

“Urrrgh urrrgh urrrgh…” I responded with full-throated chokes.

“I think I’ll call you pumpkin from now on. The lights are on, but no one’s home.” The old-ass owner suggested. “You agree with the name, sweet cheeks?”

“Huuurrrgh huuurrrgh huuurrrgh …” I wanted to protest but ended up gagging at the top of my lungs.

“That’s good!” He deliberately misinterpreted my response. “Tho, it looks like you got lots to learn. Nobody wants to hear a pumpkin speak. Let your throat do the talking.”

And finally, Mr. von Stein pulled my head off his dick. But I was too out of breath to set the record straight. Instead of speaking, I opted to take a breather. And that proved to be wise foresight. Like I said, clever blonde!

“Let’s give it a try!” The old chap suggested next. “Lemme sum up that shit. Pumpkin thinks Holly’s firing was unfair?”

And when I opened my mouth to respond, he shoved my face back on his boner. Drilling it down my throat, he made me gag real hard. So, the break was officially over!

“Ack! Huuurrrgh! Huuurrrgh! Huuurrrgh… Ack! Huuurrrgh!” I choked as my boomer boss varied between short and long strokes.

“That’s a yes then!” He stated. “So you’re telling me I shoulda fired both of you millenitards for blatant misconduct?”

“Huuurrrgh! Ack… Ack… Ack ack… Huuurrrgh! Ack!” The patriarch made me gag instead of letting me answer.

“That sounds like a no!” The old sod concluded.

“Lookit! Pumpkin ain’t wanna be fired. How selfish!” He exclaimed in mock surprise. “Here I thought you millenicunts are thick as thieves! But I guess, you’re called generation ego for a reason, right?”

Oh wow! Could he be any more audacious? That’s no way for a boss to talk to a young employee. And once again, the old-ass owner lumped us all together. As if us millennials had no independent opinions. Jesus!

“So tell me, sweet cheeks! You think my leadership style’s outdated?” Mr. von Stein asked while keeping my mouth plugged with his prick.

“Ack! Huuurrrgh! Huuurrrgh! Huuurrrgh… Ack! Huuurrrgh!” He picked up where he left off, making me respond by rhythmically pumping his cock down my throat.

“Yeah! No wonder you’re saying yes, or should I say you’re choking out a yes, pumpkin?” He translated my answer. “You ain’t got no experience with real work. Be glad you got that internship. Looks like you’re not just a quacking duck, but a lucky duck! Hehehe!”

“Now that I got a better picture of you two millenitards, I gotta say I shoulda cut both of your salaries.” He concluded to my dismay. “You both did a miserable job. Worst interns ever!”

For fuck’s sake! This was going anything but according to plan. With each statement, Mr. von Stein’s accusations got worse. But the last one took the cake! He was already paying us less than minimum wage. There was nothing left to cut! I would have giggled at the absurdity if my throat hadn’t been stuffed with man meat. Promise!

“Huuurrrgh! Ack… ack… ack ack! Huuurrrgh! Ack!” The grumpy geezer made me gag again.

And finally, I managed to identify the second rhythm.

“That’s a no then! Damn, where’s the loyalty in you millenicunts?” He said derisively.

“What ’bout taking a pay cut to save your gal pal’s job?” He asked rhetorically. “Nah, pumpkin won’t do that! What kinda breastie are you?”

Oh my god! This was so presumptuous! He acted like the stereotype of a boomer boss. He might have been the Vonderowner, but he still made most of this stuff up, totally twisting the truth. Now, I knew where his son got his penchant for alternative facts.

“So you’re saying Holly ain’t to blame for that case of indecent behavior in the storage room?” Mr. von Stein inquired.

And finally, we got to the issue at hand. Now, we were talking! But not so fast! The grumpy geezer changed his approach. Letting go of my hair, he stopped moving my head! I needed a moment to realize that the old sod was waiting for me to take action. He wanted me to fuck my face in the right rhythm. For heaven’s sake! That would take the degradation to the next level!

But the patriarch didn’t act without reason! He had noticed that I had figured out the rhythm. And he was right! It had taken until the last statement for the light to go on in my head, but eventually I had realized that there were two rhythms: one for yes and one for no. The ‘choke-don’t-tell’ method had to be Morse code! And now that I had solved the puzzle, my boss wanted me to prove that I had fully understood the gag code. Jesus Christ!

“Ack! Huuurrrgh! Huuurrrgh! Huuurrrgh… Ack! Huuurrrgh!” I tried my best to recreate the rhythm.

“You’re saying it’s custom to fuck at the store during work?” The old-ass owner dug deeper. “You’re doing it on the regular, pumpkin? With customers? To make sales? Good to know!”

Damnit! I didn’t like his translation, but I couldn’t deny that it contained a grain of truth. While praising Holly, I had told my boss that my bae had reinterpreted the purpose of the storeroom only once. Others had done it regularly. So, his dismissal was based on differential treatment and that wasn’t permissible. Big talk! And now, I had to suffer big consequences! Apparently, the old sod had drawn his own conclusion from my statement, assuming that I was the regular user. That was true, but it wasn’t the issue here! My behavior wasn’t the focus! Period!

“Ack! Huuurrrgh! Huuurrrgh! Huuurrrgh… Ack! Huuurrrgh!” I affirmed his question, nonetheless.

Holy shit! The ‘choke-don’t-tell’ method was humiliating as hell! It made me feel so stupid! And even more incompetent! My boss didn’t even trust me to give sales advice. With the new technique, he basically demoted me from salesgirl to meat mannequin. My big tits and wet holes were the only selling points I had to offer. And yet, this was nothing new. In fact, it sounded like the vulgar version of Ditzy-the-Dummy. Bet!

“Good to know you’re the bad apple that spoils the barrel. Now, we know who put Holly up to it! Guess it’s true then, never trust anyone under thirty.” Mr. von Stein concluded from my answer. “No wonder, tho! With your looks you think you can get away with murder, don’t you pumpkin?”

Hell no! That was definitely not what I had meant! The insinuation was totally unfair! But I couldn’t refute it. He only had to do ask his son to find out the truth. Oh fuck! I was so screwed!

“Huuurrrgh! Ack… ack… ack ack! Huuurrrgh! Ack!” I needed no prompt to respond.

Even though I said no with my throat, I tried to do it in the most pleasing way possible. In fact, I tried to give my boss the best possible throatjob to distract him from the truth. After all, he might drop the subject after busting his nut. There was still a chance for me to get off lightly, so I had to give it a go. Period!

“This leaves me without choice!” The grumpy geezer replied. “I’m forced to fire the main culprit. You gotta root out the problem! My hands are tied. So sorry!”

Holy shit! My plan had gone off the rails! This conversation was headed in the wrong direction, and I couldn’t even be upset about it. I had dug my own grave by giving my boss plenty of ammunition to outmaneuver me. I guess, I had acted like a clever blonde… not! But anyway, everyone makes a mistake… sometimes.

“Huuurrrgh! Ack… ack… ack ack! Huuurrrgh! Ack!” I tried to make up for it by fucking my face so hard that tons of drool squirted from my mouth.

“Meanwhile at the ranch, you think you deserve a second chance? Just coz you’re a big-boob bird?” The patriarch summed up my answer.

“That sounds like preferential treatment to me.” He mocked my previous argument. “But hey, I’ve never been one to judge a book by its cover. I’ma gonna judge a millenitard by her bimbo skills.”

Fucking hell! Did you hear him call me the forbidden b-word? It upset me to no end! How many times do I have to repeat myself? I was a lot of things but definitely no bimbo! Who the hell had told him such nonsense? Out of sheer rage, I fucked my face harder on his damned dick than ever before. My goal was to say no as clearly as possible. And that, of course, had undesirable side effects. The gagging was particularly pathetic and the slobber extra slimy. Disgusting but necessary!

“Huuurrrgh! Ack… ack… ack ack! Huuurrrgh! Ack!” I gagged loud and clear.

“So… did I get that right?” My boss inquired slightly surprised. “Pumpkin ain’t want a second chance?”

Oh, no! I mean, yes! I mean, my response wasn’t about second chances. I was denying that I was a bimbo. But I can see that my answer was confusing. I guess the clever blonde had said goodbye and the airhead-with-airbags had taken its place. So, I hectically cleared things up.

“Ack! Huuurrrgh! Huuurrrgh! Huuurrrgh… Ack! Huuurrrgh!” I affirmed twice as loud and twice as often. “Ack! Huuurrrgh! Huuurrrgh! Huuurrrgh… Ack! Huuurrrgh!”

To my shock, I didn’t even think about speaking anymore. Instead, I simply lowered my head and fucked my face in the right rhythm. This was slowly becoming second nature to me. Scary but exciting! As if it mattered at the moment! It was obvious where this was going. All that mattered was seizing the opportunity. We all know that I’m not the best salesgirl, so there was only one way I could earn a second chance. With sex of course, duh!

So, we were in agreement for once! But Mr. von Stein still managed to catch me off-guard. Grabbing my shoulders, he pushed me out of the window. Oh my god! What the fuck was happening? We were about to get the action started, why was he pushing me away? It took me a moment to realize that it was the right call, because it snapped me out of my dickdaze.

Believe it or not, I had totally forgotten that I was still hanging in the driver’s door. But what did you expect? With everything that was going on, there was too much information for an airhead-with-airbags to consider all at once. And so, a shiver ran down my spine as I imagined how many customers had seen my half-naked ass in the tiny wetlook pants. 2, 5, 10? I couldn’t tell! And frankly, I preferred not to know.

Anyway, this didn’t mean that I was out of danger! When my head reappeared from the window, I had to react real quick. After all, I had to pull up my top before someone saw me with my tits out! While I was busy rearranging my outfit, Mr. von Stein opened the driver’s door and got out. Paying no attention to me, he opened the backdoor and sat down behind the driver’s seat. The big-ass luxury car was literally chromed decadence and offered massive interior space, an advantage the old sack wanted to exploit. Making himself comfortable, he pulled his pants down and spread his legs. With an unmistakable gesture, he beckoned me to his manspread. Still unsteady, I stumbled over to him. Sexy was different!

And so, I made a mental note to practice my hooker walk in prostiboots over the next few days. But I digress! Despite the massive space, the patriarch wouldn’t let me in. Pointing at his dick, it stuck out like a broadsword, confirming my previous assessment. It truly was a meatcleaver! And it had a hypnotic effect on me, instantly putting me in a dicktrance. Unable to take my eyes off the fat fuckstick, I needed my boss to take my hand and guide me. Oh jeez! I truly was his Vondertoy!

Stumbling behind the open door, I bent over until my terrific titties dangled down my chest and hovered above the owner boner. I knew what was coming and I was glad that the open door covered my body shielding me from unwanted gazes. At least, that was an improvement!

“You see, that’s what we called free love back in the day.” The patriarch joked. “You know what they say: if the van’s rockin’ don’t come knockin’! Hehehe!”

“Let’s start with your main skills, sweet cheeks!” He challenged me. “Show me what you can do with those fat fucking fleshcans. From the looks of it, I’m expecting a helluva lot!”

Oh wow! No pressure, right? Whatever! I was so excited that I couldn’t wait to get the banging started. Fortunately, the boss boner was already covered with so much drool that it needed no further lube. And so, I wrapped my titty meat around his thick prick. As if I were trying to smother his stick with my fluffy fleshpillows! Highly motivated, I began to give the old-ass owner the best tittyfuck of his life. Sliding my fat fleshpads up and down, I increased the speed until I was practically wanking his dick like a human masturbator. I was nothing but a cheap jerktoy for my rich-ass boss! Jesus Christ!

Obviously, Mr. von Stein liked the tittyfucking because he let me caress his cock extensively. He must have figured that it was time for the millenicunt to know hard work! And I definitely learned to labor! As much as I basked in his appreciation, it was getting exhausting! Keeping my legs straight in a bent-over posture was tiring and my knees began to wobble. I knew I couldn’t hold the position much longer. All too soon, I’d sink to the ground. But I wasn’t willing to let that happen! No way! Never in my life would I kneel on the dirty concrete of a public parking lot!

Lucky me, the old sod noticed that my strength was waning. I couldn’t tell if it was his age or his experience, but he proved to be more prudent than his son and the rest of the top bros. Grabbing my loose locks, he pulled me into his SUV and didn’t stop until I was lying belly down on his lap. Oh my god! Once again, I was hanging around like laundry on a clothesline. This was becoming a thing, and I couldn’t stop it! Quite the opposite! The position triggered my submissiveness and pushed me into subspace. Fucking hell!

And yet, the position brought another effect. My buns of steel were freely accessible to the brash boomer. Oh no! He shouldn’t! He couldn’t! Remember, what he had done to Holly at the Vonderstore? He had given her a spanking to put her in her place. He wouldn’t do that to me, would he? Please don’t! I had already gotten a good thrashing from the fratboys. I had learned my lesson! Discipline was already crossed off my bucket list. Period!

There was no need for a repeat! But I still held my breath and waited for the inevitable. Taking advantage of my tension, my boss caught me on the wrong foot. Mr. von Stein didn’t slap my ass but grabbed my booty shorts. He crumpled up the black wetlook fabric until my ass cheeks popped out. He even managed to make my big swollen snatchflaps slip out left and right. Grabbing the scrunched-up fabric, he used it like a string, sliding it through my sloppy slit. That hit the spot! The sensations assaulted my clit, making me hornier than ever. Gosh!

And with that, I suddenly found myself in a public parking lot, moaning lewdly and lustfully. Holy shit! This wasn’t intentional! I actually wanted to prevent it at all costs! But I couldn’t help it! As long as the patriarch kept sliding the string through my slit, I was wax in his hands. An airhead-with-airbags couldn’t multitask but had to concentrate on one thing at a time. And so, I focused on groaning loudly and wriggling wildly until I left a wet spot on the expensive leather! Priorities!

But then the boomer boss decided that his Vondertoy was ready for the next step. Pulling my booty shorts down to my ankles, he exposed my pussy for the world to see! I frantically glanced over my shoulder to make sure that we were still safe. Unlike me, however, the old chap wasn’t fazed by the danger. Pushing me into the cowgirl position, I found myself looking at his crinkly face while my cunt hovered over his thick prick. And then, he lowered my throbbing twat onto his big rod. Oh my god! The cuntcleaver lived up to his name, literally splitting my slit.

And for a few seconds, my vag muscles resisted. But it was in vain! With a jolt, the owner boner popped into my hotbox. The air caught in my throat as I felt his massive man meat stuffing me chock-full. The sensations of the sudden stretching surged through me, and I grunted like a bitch in heat. Encouraged by my moans, the old sod grabbed my hips and moved my body up and down. Taking the cue, I began to ride him savage as sin. As I humped him hard, the patriarch let go and watched my tremendous titties swing and sway. The faster I rode, the wilder my bangers bounced. What a sexy sight!

For a while, Mr. von Stein watched the spectacle before he reached behind me. Putting his hands on my back, he pushed me forward until my titty meat smacked him right in the face. My soft, squishy snugglesacks practically slapped him around the ears! This was insane! But I loved how much he appreciated my bimbo skills. This was my chance to prove my worth to the Vonderstone brand! And I was hell-bent on making the most of it. Bet!

“Brrr… brrr… brrr!” The old-ass owner made a bunch of lip-swinging sounds when he buried his face in my fluffy fleshpillows.

Oh wow! Moving his head back and forth, my boss motorboated the shit out of my bomb-ass bouncers. Jesus! The patriarch was old as dirt, and yet he turned into a kid at Christmas morning when he saw a pair of glorious grabbags! If that wasn’t proof of my skills! Apparently, however, flexibility was another bimbo skill because the old chap decided to test a new position. Keeping his cock in my cunt, he turned his Vondertoy around. Oh my god! I felt like a nut being turned on a bolt. I guess that’s why they call it a female screw. Facts!

“Looks like someone’s been a paper shaker!” The grumpy geezer concluded when he saw my flexibility.

Oh yeah, he got that right! Even though his flashy luxury car had plenty of room inside, I had to rearrange my limbs whenever he pushed me around. And that’s where my years of cheerleading training came in handy. In fact, I had cheered competitively, so it had been a serious sport for me! But I still knew that I fully fit the stereotype of the blonde-haired, not-so-bright girl standing at the sidelines of a football game in a short skirt, jumping around without much purpose other than to yell ‘go team!’ and be stared at by the crowd. And you know what? I’m not ashamed of it! Period!

“Fucking figures! What else is a big-boob bimbo supposed to be in high school other than a jock sucker, right?” Mr. von Stein followed up his observation. “Bet you were the cum sponge for the football team!”

Oh man! That was a hard blow! And I scoffed in disapproval. But deep inside, I knew that it was true… at least the part about cheerleading. But whatever! As soon as I was in the reverse cowgirl position, my scoffing was drowned out by my moaning as the Vonderowner grabbed my terrific titties and kneaded them real rough. That got me moving! And so, I rode the old-ass owner like a young pony! As if he were giving me the spurs! Maybe, it was a generational thing, but the brash boomer knew exactly how to work a pair of sweater puppets for maximum effect. If I knew how to be a paper shaker, he knew how to handle my sugar shakers. It drove me into a frenzy until I bucked so hard that I almost slipped off his cuntcleaver. Facts!

“Hey, there! What we got here?” I suddenly heard a voice from the side.

Oh shit! That stunned me to the core. What a shocker! In my dickdaze, I had blanked it out, but we were still standing in the parking lot with the door open. Sooner or later, it was bound to happen. And now, the time had come! The worst-case scenario had occurred! We had been caught! Fucking hell!

For heaven’s sake! This was bad, so bad that I froze on the spot, hoping the ground would open up and swallow me. I blushed in shame and trembled in embarrassment. But that didn’t last long. A harsh slap to my booty got me going again. Apparently, Mr. von Stein wasn’t stunned at all. Quite the contrary! The old sod landed a few more blows to my butt until I found myself humping his cuntcleaver harder than ever. Whether I liked it or not, the Vonderowner set the pace and his Vondertoy had to follow. Period!

“Gidday, my mate!” The stranger greeted Mr. von Stein like an old pal. “Here I was on my way to buy some new golf gear when I saw your car in the parking lot. What are the chances, right?”

“Gee! My old eyes didn’t deceive me. It’s Frank-the-Tank!” The rando exclaimed cheerfully.

“Be that as it may, I didn’t expect… this.” He pointed at the young slut impaled on his buddy’s boner. “Turning into a breeding bull, huh? And that in your old age. But beware! We don’t want your heart to stop. At least, not till I win our next golf session. Hahaha!”

Oh boy! It was all too obvious that the stranger was an old friend. I had actually met a couple of the boss’ best buds at Vonderstone. The first time they had come to the store, Mr. von Stein had introduced us salesgirls in the most obnoxious way ever. Turning the shop into a catwalk, he had ordered Holly to model our collection of crazy heels for them. And after that, it had become a Friday routine for the group of geezers to meet at the Vonderstore before heading to the golf course. Accordingly, we had started calling them the ‘golf gang’. No kidding!

Either way, this was a great discovery! Even though we had been spotted, it wasn’t by a bunch of normies. What a relief! Mr. von Stein’s golfmate wouldn’t call the cops, so we were safe! This could have turned out a lot worse! And that relaxed me immensely. So, I finally dared to look at the guy. And at second glance, I recognized him. Sorry to say, I had met so many new people lately that my memory was kind of fuzzy. But airheads-with-airbags aren’t exactly known for their powers of recollection, right?

Anyway, the golfmate was Carl, or Carlito as his buddies liked to call him. He was a black man in his fifties who was so tall and stocky that he looked like a former football player. For that reason, Holly and I called him Mr. Lineman. He was also filthy rich, having built a successful business. Since he had sold it a few years ago, he was retired, which was obviously good for him because he always had a chill and positive vibe.

“Hehehe! C’mon, mate! Look at this big-boob bird!” Mr. von Stein replied with a laugh. “Banging a bimbo’s good for my heart cos it keeps me young. You’ll see when I kick your ass on the golf course.”

And with that, the two old men started discussing the upcoming golf game. As if they were out for coffee like normal retirees! Chatting all casually, they paid no attention to the blond bombshell who was riding the owner boner butt naked. The disrespect was off the charts! It pissed me off and spurred me on at the same time. Accordingly, I humped the meatcleaver so wild that my bomb-ass boobs bounced all over the place. But it wasn’t enough! I was literally busting my ass and yet the fucking fogies didn’t acknowledge me. So degrading, alas so effective!

“Right, mate! But let’s get real for a second. That’s a brilliant pair of bronskis!” Mr. Lineman praised my charms. “That rack’s a real distraction. There’s nowhere else to look, man!”

Oh yeah! Finally, someone spoke the truth! It blew away my frustration and put a smile on my face. But my joy was short-lived. Believe it or not, the two golfmates started discussing the pros and cons of natural versus fake tits. All while they had a perfect pair of big natural boobs right in front of them. It felt surreal but happened nonetheless! Even though I was busy riding the boss boner, I heard every word they said. And yet, the boomer buddies talked about me as if I weren’t present. Damnit! I was just an empty vessel without any opinion or knowledge. This was unacceptable! I was too smart for that!

“Hey, mate! Go for it! Test those fucking fleshcans. They’re up for grabs. It ain’t like the slut’s picky!” Mr. von Stein offered my assets for examination.

And just like that, the black retiree grabbed my titties. Of course, it hadn’t occurred to the patriarch to consult me. Just as it didn’t occur to his old pal to ask me. But that was a stupid idea in the first place. Why should the Vondertoy have a different opinion than its owner? Shaking my head, I giggled at my idiocy as the filthy fogy groped my glorious grabbags. Hard to believe, but I was sitting in a flashy luxury car in a public parking lot, riding my boss’ boner while his boomer buddy kneaded my bomb-ass bouncers. So crazy, alas so exciting!

“All right then, I won’t keep you any longer. But don’t forget our appointment. It’s getting late!” Mr. Lineman suddenly turned to leave. “See you later, alligator!”

Oh wow! What an abrupt end! The big bloke left without another word. He didn’t even give me another praise for my fantastic funbags. So disappointing! I had expected him to demand a blowjob for his silence. At the very least! In truth, I would have preferred an outrageous demand to his hasty exit. But it was obvious that my magnificent merits hadn’t been enough to make the pervy pensioner stay. What a blow to my confidence! It left me needier for approval than ever. Safe!

But wait! Mr. Lineman had told his golfmate to cut things short, hadn’t he? Oh no! I couldn’t let that happen! If the Vonderowner prioritized his appointment over me, I’d take it as a personal insult! If he kicked me out of his car and left me standing on the parking lot, I’d never recover from that affront. Anything was better than that! Swear to god!

Fortunately for my confidence, the patriarch needed no encouragement to keep banging his bimbo. Grabbing my hips, he lifted me off his cock and laid my back on the leather seat. Positioning himself above me, he placed his knees to the left and right of my chest. As his meatcleaver loomed large over my fat fleshpads, I fell into another dicktrance. With each time, it happened faster and easier. Promise!

And with that, I found myself lying in a car with the door open and an old man fucking my titslit. My fluffy fleshpillows bulged and my titty meat spilled on all sides as I pressed my boobs together. But it was totally worth it! My squishy squeezebags must have felt like heaven because the grumpy geezer couldn’t hold out much longer. Grabbing his shaft, he pointed it at my face. And then the first fat glob of goo squirted out and splashed onto my brow! The cumshot was massive! On impact, it exploded like a water balloon, spraying the sticky seed all over my forehead.

And that was just the beginning! It was followed by several more jizz jets that spread his senior sauce all over my cheeks. What a sperm shower! It turned my face into a total mess and made me look like I had just survived a bukkake party! I had no idea where it was coming from, but the cum charge was epic!

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Mr. von Stein and his blonde assistant were both spent. But that was the end of our similarities. While his balls were empty, my face was full. Stupidly, though, the old-ass owner didn’t allow me to clean my face. Instead, he ordered me to wear his boss batter loud and proud. Holy shit!