Job applications

You park your car and lower the music as Brittany opens a condom pouch for her full erection. She’s sporting a pink knitted tube top, and loose fishnet leggings. Naturally she isn’t wearing anything else but her earrings and heels, but she’s decided to add a pink bow to her hair. A vain attempt by Brittany to appear more professional. Her cock throbbed and pulsed between her tits, still leaking a steady stream of cum down her shaft and into her cleavage. Brittany’s belly was notably larger, at least 7 months pregnant. Her belly pushed her cock forward, her dick stretching her tube top off of her tits, exposing her ample bust but still allowing them to rest on her cum filled belly. Brittany’s nuts rested between her legs, stretching the fabric of her netted leggings along side her ample thighs and massive ass. Her cantaloupe sized vagina created a steady pool of girl juice in her seat.

“Okay Brittany. That last interview did not go as planned what so ever. Try not to cum on the person who’s going to be writing your checks.” You grab a spare towel and attempt to wipe down Brittany’s shaft as she stretches her new condom, “And for the love of all that is good, if they say you didn’t get the job, don’t stay and offer them a quickie. They’re still at work after all”.

“Noooo, bookie you don’t understand. They were sooooo stressed out, they needed a good fuck so they could focus on their wooork”, Brittany spreads her tits apart as she slides the condom over her thick veiny member.

“Yeah, maybe they did, but that was the third job we’ve stopped by today. You came into the ice cream machine at your first job,” you say as Brittany smirks while adjusting the condom. “Then you shoved a golf club up your ass and swallowed a woman’s entire arm as she tried to get it back”, you help Brittany roll the condom down her hard on, her grinning even wider.

“She hit the spot too, I knew she was strong enough to pull it out of me”, Brittany pants heavily as her balls gurgle and sends a thick droplet of pre cum into the condom. “I mean she said she wanted her club thingy back, but then she stuck her tongue in my ass and fucked my pussy so good I figured she’d changed her mind”, Brittany’s nipples poke through her top as another glob of pre cum fired up her shaft. She bites her lips, her eyes locked on her huge tits stretched around her cock and smooshed into her tube top.

“Just go inside for your interview before you make a mess in my car. I did not want to resort to such an inconsistent income for you, but at least it’ll take care of your, uhh, needs”. Brittany is sucking the tip of the condom, while pressing her tits around her cock, absent minded as she titty fucks another wad of cum into her condom. “And remember, no cumming!”, you push your step sister out of the car and into the foyer of a nearby night club. Licking her lips, Brittany walks past the bouncers to the front desk and asks for a job. Her ass was stretched against her fishnet leggings, wobbling and shaking as she strolled through the foyer. Her tits bounced over her extended pregnant belly as her nipples slipped from the fabric of the tube top. Brittany’s cock had made a heavy ballon of pre cum that hung at the tip of her cock. Wedged between her tits the cum balloon sat and wiggled like jello when she walked.

The club was called Bimbocity and was not too far from your home. Placed on a hill just off the side of the highway, it sported two levels, an upstairs gentleman’s lounge/tradition nightclub and a downstairs full nude strip club for fetishes and vices. The upper layer was dark, and poorly lit with smoking machines, and several bars in individual corners, as well as a stage which housed most of the lighting and embellishment. The establishment was fairly empty at this time of day, but there were still a few customers sitting around chatting with their friends, or flirting with some of the regular sized waitresses and bartenders. The dress code was strict, with every worker wearing tight shorts, crop tops, and some kind of knitted attire. One nice small framed girl, lead Brittany to the back to speak with the manager.

“Well, your resume is shit. Not sure why ya’ brought it here in the first place. Clearly, you’re best talent is what fuck is going with your body”. Roland, the eggheaded manager, took a deep drag from his cigar and eyed Brittany across his glass table. He could clearly see the girl was getting bigger by the minute, her balls stretched her leggings thin, and her tits leaked milk like a broken faucet. Not to mention she’s clearly pregnant, and doesn’t have a single ounce of higher thought behind those glossy cum drunk eyes. He tosses the resume in the trash, making Brittany pout, “well you can’t work upstairs. Im fully staffed, but if you think you can handle the chaos downstairs then I think you can make some real money here. You can start tonight if you want, what you’re wearing now will do. Just go downstairs and talk to Rhonda, she’ll fill you in”.

Brittany jumped out of her chair, running around the table and falling into Roland’s lap, “thank youuu big daddy RoRo!”. She straddles his lap, her cock flipped down as she presses her gigantic fat tits in his face, “I promise I will make so much money, and be a good girl for you. *moans* you smell really good Mr RoRo”. Brittany drools between her tits as two more wads of cum fire into her condom. Her wide hips hoist her colossal ass into the air as she rips her leggings, exposing her pumped soaking wet pussy. Girl juice drips onto her balls as they begin working overtime.

Roland roles his eyes in annoyance, “another hyper, yeah you’ll do fine down there”