Fuck her.

"Let's get those tits of yours swinging, shall we?"

Shannon flinches. "What...? How?"

"Good ol' doggy style. I bet they'll bounce nicely if I plow you from behind."

She swallows back a lump in her throat. "You can't be serious."

"I am, but if you're not interested, I could just leave. If it's any consolation, I've had my eye on you for a while. This isn't a **** thing, or whatever-- you just look really fucking hot with those giant tits."

"That's not really helping your case," she says. "But I mean... I guess you could have worse conditions. You do have a raincoat, right?"

"Yeah, got one in my wallet."

Shannon opens and closes her hand into a fist on her leg and squirms slightly. You're getting a tstrong impression your request wasn't all that outrageous. Especially since you were sure she was pretty aroused. "No one can know. If you tell anyone, I'll tell them you took advantage of me."

"Does that mean I'm not now?"

She shook her head. "I don't know if it's the tits or whatever, but I'm pretty ready. You'll play with them while you do it, right?"

"Oh, hell yes. But uh... I'm no tyrant so... if you're uncomfortable or whatever."

"Just shut up," Shannon says and steps out of her panties. "If you're gonna fuck me, get to it."

She turns around, jutting her ass into the air. Her pussy is glistening, inviting and eager. Your cock stands up to rally to the cause. It makes fishing your wallet out of your back pocket a real chore. You strip off your pants and fumble with the condom wrapper. You feel like you're all thumbs.

"Hurry up already." Her voice carries equal parts teasing and urgency.

This is really happening, you're about to fuck your R.A.

In a burst of motivation, you get the rubber over your stiffened cock and slide into her. She doesn't fight you, not in the least, and doesn't clench up until you hilt her. You might have trapped her into this, but you're the one that has to follow through now.

You stoop over, rubbing your hands over her massive tits and squeeze. They're impossibly firm, like playing with skin stretched over balloons. She squirms against your cock, easing you into a circular rhythm. Pre-cum splashes into the thin latex, if not for that, you'd probably go for good.

"Try to last a while, alright?" She says, smugly.

That irritates you, enough to give her nipples a hard squeeze. The contrast between her areola and it flesh is nice and helps you get a hold on her thumb like nipples. You draw a moan out of her.

You grin. "Let's make a contest out of it, huh?"

She laughs. "If you fuck like you hold your liquor, this will be over quick."

Her words make you even harder, pushing your cock deeper inside of her. You shift your hands to her waist, giving you a nice firm hold. The contrast of her tight stomach and her jiggling butt really keep you going. every thrust sends little shockwaves through her ass.

"Damn, that's nice," you grunt and pick up the tempo. She doesn't answer, instead relaxing against the couch. You're starting to get to her.

You slide a hand underneath and diddle her clit to up the ante. You find it easily, like you'd done it a dozen times already. She lets out a surprised gasp.

"You go first, I get another round to make up for it," you say.

She cries out to respond. Her first orgasm.

"Nice. Now that I've booked another session..." You fall back into a steady rhythm, you're in no hurry to finish, but she reaches back and surprises you by grabbing your balls, kneading them roughly.

The pressure numbs your thoughts and leaves you with the sensation of cum being forcibly loaded on deck. Maybe it's the confidence in her action, or maybe its the fact she's doing so while tottering on the edge of orgasm. You feel yourself leak into the condom, but grit your teeth to hold it back.

"That's cheating..." you mutter.

"I want your cum. Squirt so hard enough to break the condom."

You flinch. Her words hit you on all the right notes. You simply just didn't expect them. You cum hard enough to form an uncomfortable bubble on the tip of the condom. It's enough to make you panic.

"Whoa. Whoa." You pull back and out of her, fumbling around the latex to find it intact. A gentle squeeze dirstibutes the spunk along the sides and dribble out the back. You let out a sigh of releief.

Shannon smiles back at you, with a sensual allure you can't resist. "I knew it. You go quick, huh?"

"Whatever. You went first."

"Fair enough. I guess I'll see you tomorrow... but... you made a promise. What are you gonna do to help?"

You hesitate. It's not like you can tell her you have a magic boob changing note book, right? Or can you? You could tell her the truth, play it up like you didn't mean to do it initially (which is at least half true) and offer to fix it.

You recall the rules. It said something about making the women affected aware. She'd just have to touch the notebook and she'd have **** but believe you. She could also get you in a lot of trouble... but then again who would believe her?

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