Straight to Karlee’s hiding spot

You move to the offending cupboard. Karlee watches you. She’s trying to put on an innocent face, but you can spot worry lines around her eyes. Worry lines that deepen as you open the cupboard. It’s empty, only the tray of towels present.

“See there’s nothing there,” she tries. She can’t hide the concern in her voice.

You take out the tray of towels. Then you push against the back, and the false back shifts revealing the hidden treasure; three large bundles, two still completely wrapped, one opened but three-quarters filled. You look back at her. She’s chewing her lip.

“So, you know,” she tries.

“I know.”

“What are you going to do? You going to tell Dr Structure?”

“I could, but I actually believe you’re right. The girls will have sex, and they should be protected. We should expect the boys to wear condoms, but then we both know boys don’t like wearing condoms, and they can be persuasive.”

“You want a cut of the profit? There is no profit. I’m selling the pills at the same price I’m buying them. I’m doing this because I believe it’s right, not because I want to make a profit.”

“Very commendable.”

Karlee pauses. “You want to see these? Most men want to see these, and the way you keep looking at them, you’re like most men.” As she speaks, she cups her breasts in her hands and wiggles them. The fabric of her uniform struggles against the movement.

“You think showing me your breasts will buy my silence?” She’s probably right. You were squatting, but you have to stand as your dick hardens. Wobbling breasts and talk of seeing beneath the cloth is enough to get a response from it.

She licks her lips before speaking again. “Alright, I’ll give you a tit-job. Every man who’s experienced one raves about my tit-jobs.” You try to reply, but your mouth moves and no sound comes out. There’s mischief in Karlee’s hazel eyes again. “I’d say that’s a yes.”

She moves to the shut door and locks it. You’re still standing there, like an idiot, mouth open, eyes glued to her bosom. Eyes that widen, when she reaches round her back and tugs at the zip there. The dress loosens. She shrugs off the top revealing her heavy strapped bra, white, practical, wired, a surplus of cloth all of it needed. She unhooks the bra and it falls away to reveal two mountains of tempting flesh, sagging slightly under their weight, circular at the bottom, both pointing to the sides, leaving a vast chasm between them, topped by dark nipples. You have to reach down to shift the growing hardness of your groin.

“I knew you’d like them,” Karlee states. “Double D if you’re interested.”

“Can I?”

“Go ahead.”

You reach out and feel their weight in your palms. They’re truly heavy. They are truly soft. You’ve never felt breasts so soft and so heavy before. When you squeeze the flesh it almost oozes through your fingers. A moan of satisfaction oozes out of Karlee’s mouth.

“You’re imagining how your cock would feel sandwiched between them. If you get it out, you won’t have to imagine.”

With a statement like that, there’s only one answer. You’re fumbling with your trousers. You’re pulling down your pants. Released, your cock bounces to attention, already semi-hard, and growing harder by the moment.

Karlee’s hazel eyes widen. “Wow, that’s more than I expected. I thought you’re an impressive man, but I didn’t expect you to be that impressive.”

“Is this a problem?”

“Oh, the very opposite. I’ve always found when giving tit-jobs, the bigger the man, the more I enjoy it.”

She directs you to a chair and indicates you should sit. While you do that, she opens a drawer and pulls out a tub of Vaseline. Then she kneels in front of you. Her hand reaches out to feel your cock. Her hand barely fits around it. She spits into her hand and then smears the spit into the flesh. By now, you’re fully erect.

She undoes the jar and offers it to you. “Would you mind lubing up my tits?” Not in the slightest. A big dollop on the tips of the fingers of each hand, and then back to her breasts, rubbing the Vaseline onto the flesh. “Concentrate on the inner surface,” she instructs. That’s harder than you imagine, because all you want to do is grasp them and squeeze them, which would lead to you lubing the exterior of her tits, which is the wrong place for the lubrication. You need an awkward grasp, with lube covered tips of your fingers on the interior of her breasts. You manage it, though. Soon her cleavage is shining. All the while she runs her fingers expertly over your swollen cock.

“Go on, put it there,” she tells you. You slide your cock into her chasm of her cleavage. Once there, she squeezes her tits together, sandwiching your dick between the two mountains of soft flesh. You groan as flesh wraps your shaft. The head pokes out at the top. Your balls are down by her stomach. “You know most men vanish in my breasts, but not you. You’re the perfect size for them. Start moving.”

Your first thrusts are tentative. You’ve never had a tit-job before. You’ve only seen them in porn, and you’re trying to understand how to enjoy one, as much as enjoy it. The lubrication allows your shaft to slide easily through the squeezed chasm of her cleavage. Rock back and the head is engulfed in flesh. Rock forward and it pops out to prod her chin. The opposite of sex. Just as pleasurable.

Karlee can’t resist. She leans her head down, sticks out her tongue, and this time when the thrust forward your cockhead slides across it. She licks your urethra. The second time you thrust forward she brings her lips to kiss the cockhead. Soon you’re lost, your shaft engulfed by the soft, warm flesh of her tits, your cockhead kissed and licked each time it appears from the valley of her bosom.

In no time at all you feel your balls boil. “I’m coming. I’m coming.” You tell her.

Her hazel sparkle. “Keep going.” She opens her mouth wide, sticks her tongue as far out as she can. The next thrust and you cum.

You’re just thrusting forward. The first wave falls upon her squeezed breasts. The second splatters onto her outstretched tongue. For the third she slides your shaft into her mouth where she swallows the lot. She shudders as she swallows.

She lets go of the squeeze and her breasts open to release your shaft. You sit back and she stumbles to her feet. She’s scooping the white frosting from the top of her tits and placing it into her mouth.

“What do you eat?” she exclaims. “I don’t think I’ve tried tastier. And, hey, I enjoy giving tit-jobs, but I think I actually came, I’ve never cum before, not from just a tit-job.”

She’s sways and her shining glazed tits swing before her. For a moment she looks like she’s going to fall over. You leap to your feet and catch her before she does. Her amazed eyes survey you with appreciation. Then she glances down at your wilting shaft.

“If that thing made me cum from just a tit-job, imagine what it could do inside me.” She appears to be talking to herself.

You grab a roll of paper towels. She starts to use them to wipe the smeared Vaseline on the inside of her breasts. She looks dazed, as if she doesn’t really comprehend what has happened.

“I was planning on saying that was a one-off, but I’m thinking you need more incentive to keep quiet. So, here’s the deal. You keep quiet, and any time you need sexual relief, you come to me and I’ll give it.”

How can you argue with that?