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 Much More Than a Computer Call
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   Today was like any other typical day for me, or so I thought.  It was a
warm sunny day in central Florida, and I was on my way to troubleshoot a
computer problem that a Mrs.  Monica Edwards was having.  She lived in a
retirement community, one of many in this part of Florida.
   I myself am retired.  I'm 59 years old and work only part time doing
what I love most - messing with computers.  I run an ad in the local paper
and make anywhere from five to ten calls a week, just enough to keep me
busy and give me some extra spending money.
   Mrs.  Edward's computer was running slow, and this would be a fairly
easy problem to fix.  I run into this problem all the time.  Usually there
are too many startup programs running, or the system suffers from a lack of
operating memory.  Why manufacturers sell these systems with only 256 MB of
RAM is beyond me.
   It was Wednesday, October 24th at 1:00 PM when I knocked on Mrs.  Monica
Edward's door and was unexpectedly surprised by the woman who answered.
   "Hi, my name is Joe.  I have an appointment to fix your computer," I
said.
   "Please come in Mr.  Morgan.  It's so nice to meet you," she replied as
I entered the house.
   Monica Edwards was not at all what I had expected.  Indeed she was a
retiree maybe in her mid 50's, but her appearance told a different story.
To say that she was well preserved was putting it mildly.  She was around
5'6" tall with very long shapely legs and a slim, well toned body.  From
what I could see there wasn't an inch of fat on her.  Her long auburn hair
cascaded over her shoulders, and her twinkling blue eyes could look right
through me as we stood there in the hall.
   She was wearing a pair of jean shorts which showed off her marvelous
legs and a blue V neck top which exposed a great deal of cleavage. 
Incidentally, I failed to mention Mrs.  Edwards's most outstanding feature
- her breasts.  They were amazing and quite large for her small frame.  She
had to be at least a D cup maybe a DD, and I had a hard time not staring at
the massive amount of cleavage that was exposed by her plunging V neck top.
   "You're staring," she stated, bringing me back to reality.
   "I'm sorry, Monica, please forgive me," I stammered.  I felt like such a
fool.
   "Please address me as Mrs.  Edwards, Joseph.  We're not on a first name
basis, not yet anyway," she said as she led me to her computer.
   "Yes, of course, Mrs.  Edwards, please forgive me for being so forward,"
I apologized.
   "That's quite all right, I understand," she said.  "Here is the damn
machine that is giving me so much trouble."
   I sat down at the computer and checked the configuration.  Mrs.  Edwards
sat in a chair next to me and watched me closely.  She crossed her shapely
legs and sat back to watch me work.  Every so often I would catch a glimpse
of her magnificent cleavage.  I was getting hard.  You see, I have a
weakness for large breasts - the larger the better.
   Just as I suspected, her system needed more operating memory.  Windows
XP runs extremely sluggish with only 256 MB of RAM, and I knew installing
more RAM would solve her problem.
   "Mrs.  Edwards, your system only has 256 MB of operating memory. 
Windows needs at a minimum of 512 MB to run effectively.  I would suggest
installing another 512 MB which would give you 768 MB of operating memory."
   "I have a 120 GIG hard drive, Joseph," she protested.
   "Hard drive space has nothing to do with operating memory.  They are two
completely different things," I explained.
   "I see.  You realize you're staring at my breasts," she stated.
   I was caught off guard.
   "I don't mean to stare, but it's hard to focus anywhere else when you
have so much cleavage exposed, Mrs.  Edwards," I stammered.
   She smiled back at me.
   "That's quite all right.  I was just making an observation.  How much
will it cost to install more memory?" she asked.
   "I can check that for you online if you'll give me a moment," I said as
I opened Internet Explorer and typed in the web address.
   I felt uncomfortable.  She caught me staring at her breasts and called
me on it.  If she didn't want people to look at her, she shouldn't go
around with her breasts exposed like that.  After all I'm only human.
   I typed in her system manufacturer and model number on the website.  The
screen then displayed the information I needed.  Her system used PC 3200
RAM.  An additional 512 MB would only cost $65.00 with free shipping.
   "You're a breast man, aren't you, Joseph?" she asked, sitting back in
her chair with a smile still on her face.
   "I guess you could say that, Mrs.  Edwards," I said, again caught off
guard by her remark.
   "Yes, you're definitely a breast man, and I know you like natural
breasts.  Isn't that so?" she continued.
   "Well, yes, but..."
   "And you detest implants.  They really turn you off, don't they?" Mrs.
Edwards continued.
   "Yes, they do," I said, still trying to figure out the strange woman
sitting next to me who seemed so prim and proper at first but openly
discussed my sexual preferences.  How did she know?
   "How much will the additional memory cost?" she asked, quickly changing
the subject.
   "$65.00 delivered," I answered.
   "Can it be ordered online?"
   "Yes."
   "Then let's do it!  I can't stand the way this machine is running."
   I put the 512 DIMM in the shopping cart and proceeded to checkout. 
Shipping and billing information was needed as well as a credit card
number.
   "You'll have to fill out this form, Mrs.  Edwards.  You'll need your
credit card number," I said as I got.
   Mrs.  Edward's got her credit card from her purse and sat down to type
in the necessary information.  I stood looking on and couldn't help but
stare at the creamy white tops of her breasts that were exposed by her low
cut top.  Her skin was flawless and so white considering she lived in
Florida.  Her breasts moved seductively as she typed and this got me even
harder.  Every so often she would lean forward, and I could see further
down her top.
   Mrs.  Edward's turned her head and looked up at me.
   "You're staring again," she said.
   I quickly looked away.  I felt so embarrassed.  She made me feel like a
little boy getting caught stealing candy.
   She finished filling in the information and pressed the submit button.
Her additional memory was now ordered.
   "Is there anything else you can do in the meantime to speed this machine
up a little?" she asked, looking up at me.
   "Well, yes, I could disable some of the start up programs that aren't
necessary.  That should free up some memory," I said, trying my hardest to
look her in the eyes and avoid looking at her alluring breasts.
   "Good, then let's do it," she said as she got up and switched chairs
with me.
   I clicked on start and brought up the run command.  I typed in
"configsys" so that I could access the startup items.  Mrs.  Edwards sat
back and watched me the whole time as I worked.
   "Here's one item we can get rid of.  Real Audio doesn't have to run at
startup," I said.
   "You've never really touched a large pair of breasts, have you, Joseph?"
Mrs.  Edwards asked.
   "Well, no," I answered, feeling very uncomfortable.
   "That's quite unusual for a breast man, isn't it?" she asked, amused by
her own insight.
   "Well, I suppose, but..."
   "As a matter of fact your wife is only an A cup, isn't she?" she asked.
   "I don't mean to be rude, Mrs.  Edwards, but I don't think it's really
any of your business," I said.
   "What a shame that you've gone through 59 years of your life loving and
craving large breasts, but you've never even touched one.  Isn't it true
that besides your wife having small breasts, she also has very sensitive
nipples that she won't let you touch?  It must be extremely frustrating for
you."
   I should have gotten up and walked out right then and there, but I
didn't.  Everything she was saying was true, but how did she know?  My wife
hated having her nipples touched.  I never found out until after we were
married not that it would make a difference.  I loved my wife.  I simply
rarely touched her nipples because of their sensitivity.
   "Yes, you're right again.  What's the point?" I asked.
   "Just stating facts, Joseph, that's all.  Are there any other startup
devices you can disable?" she asked.
   I tried to concentrate on the list before me, but I was distracted.  She
knew way too much, and it wasn't a coincidence.  How did she do it?
   "Yes, QuickTime can be disabled.  Also, there are several search bars
loading that are spyware.  I can get rid of them," I said.
   "Good!  You really know what you're doing, Joseph," she said.
   I disabled those items and checked for any additional ones that could be
disabled.
   "You must be frustrated a great deal of the time.  Do you fantasize
about large breasted women, Joseph?  I bet you would love to squeeze and
smack a large pair of breasts, wouldn't you?" she whispered.
   I looked at her, trying to figure out what this strange woman was up to.
   "I think I better leave," I said as I rose from the chair.
   "You can at least finish what you've started," she said, getting up. 
"Joseph, I don't mean to pry in your private life, it's just that I have
this bad habit of being blunt.  I'm sorry."
   I looked at her standing there with her pouting lips.  I sighed and then
sat down once again working on her system.  She stood behind me, and I
could smell her perfume.  Her large succulent breasts were so close.  Thank
God I was almost done.  I restarted the computer in order to test the new
configuration.  The operating system loaded much faster.
   "That's much faster than it was before, Joseph.  You're a miracle
worker," she said, smiling at me warmly.
   "Well, thank you, Mrs.  Edwards," I said, turning the computer chair
around to look at her.
   She caught me off guard when she straddled my legs and sat on my lap. 
She placed her hands around my neck which pushed her large breasts together
creating even more cleavage.
   I knew there was a wet spot in my pants as precum leaked out of my
aching cock.
   "I wasn't trying to offend you, Joseph.  I didn't say anything that
wasn't true, did I?" Mrs.  Edwards asked.
   "Well, no," I stammered as I tried to avoid looking at those glorious
breasts.
   "Look at them, Joseph.  I don't mind," she said as she smiled down on
me. "I like it when you look at them, just don't touch.  I want you to
install my new memory when it comes in and tutor me on how to use this
computer.  Would you do that for me?"
   "Do you think that's a good idea?" I asked.
   "I think it's a wonderful idea," she said smiling as I stared at her
breasts.  "You're the only person I've found who really knows anything
about computers.  All the others fumble around and make matters worse."
   God, her breasts were huge.  I wanted to touch them.  I wondered how
large her areolas were.  Were they as large as a quarter, a half dollar? 
Were her nipples hard right now?
   "Well, Joseph?" Mrs.  Edwards asked.
   "Oh, I'm sorry.  Well, I guess so, Mrs.  Edwards," I answered.
   "Good, then let's plan on one hour sessions every Wednesday at 1:00 PM.
Will that work for you, Joseph?" she asked.
   "Yes, that will be fine," I said, knowing that if she sat on my lap much
longer, I would cum in my pants.
   She shook her breasts back and forth only inches from my face, and then
she looked at her watch.
   "Oh my, our hour is up!" she announced as she got up.  "Is a check
satisfactory?" she asked.
   "A check is fine, Mrs.  Edwards," I said as I tried to compose myself.
   She leaned on the table as she made out the check.  She could have just
as easily sat down, but she didn't.  Her breasts hung heavily down, ready
to break free from the flimsy top restraining them.  She looked up and
smiled at me as she finished.
   "May I ask you a question, Mrs.  Edward's?" I asked.
   "You just did.  No seriously, of course, Joseph," she replied.
   "How did you know so much about me and my wife?" I asked.
   A smile crossed her lips again as her piercing blue eyes looked into my
very soul.
   "Let's just say I have a sixth sense.  I know a great deal about you,"
she replied.  "Here is your check.  I'll see you next Wednesday at 1:00
PM."
   She led me to the door.
   "That's not good enough, Mrs.  Edward's.  There's something strange
going on here, and I can't work under these conditions," I said.  "If you
can't be honest with me and tell me how you know so much about me, then I'm
afraid you'll have to get someone else to work on your computer."
   "Well, I guess you leave me no choice.  I'll tell you.  You see, I can
read the minds of selective individuals," she said.
   "What do you mean?" I asked.
   "Over the course of my life there have been maybe a dozen individuals
whose thoughts I can hear, and you are one of them."
   "Hear?"
   "Yes, hear, like talking.  Your thoughts just pop in my head like normal
conversation.  Actually it hasn't happened in over ten years until you
walked through my door today.  Like I said, there have been only around a
dozen occasions in my lifetime where this has happened," she explained.
   Now, I understood, or I thought I did.  There was no other explanation.
The things she revealed were very private.  Not even my closest friends
were privileged to it, especially the information about my wife.
   "I thought this kind of thing only happened in science fiction movies,"
I said.
   "Oh no, it is well documented, Joseph.  Duke University has done
extensive studies in this area.  Over twenty years ago they wanted to use
me as a test subject, but I declined."
   "I don't know if I like the idea of you knowing all my thoughts," I
said.
   "Oh, I don't know all of your thoughts, only select thoughts.  They're
random.  I don't know when I'll receive them.  For example, the last
thought of yours that popped in my head was when I sat on your lap and you
wanted to touch my breasts," she said smiling.
   I blushed.  I felt so embarrassed.
   "There's no reason to feel embarrassed, Joseph.  It's perfectly normal
for you to have those thoughts.  I might be a little concerned if you
didn't have that kind of reaction," she chuckled.  "I'm well aware of the
effect I have on men."
   "Well, you are quite a woman, Mrs.  Edwards, and I appreciate you
clearing that up for me.  I was getting a little bit worried."
   "I can imagine how spooked you were when I revealed those things to you.
I'm sorry.  I wasn't thinking straight.  I hope you'll forgive me and
continue with our appointments," she said.
   "I'll see you next week," I replied as I left.
   I was obsessed with Monica Edwards.  She was on my mind twenty-four
hours a day.  I lay awake at night fantasizing about her large breasts, and
what I would do to them.  I imagined that when I returned to her house, she
answered the door topless and offered her breasts to me to squeeze and suck
and slap and bite... and it always ended up the same way.  I would cum
before drifting off into a restless sleep.
   It seemed like an eternity before it was Wednesday again.  I arrived at
Monica's house promptly and knocked on her door at exactly 1:00 PM.
   Monica answered the door.  Her dark blue top was more daring then the
one she wore last week, exposing even more of her luscious breasts.  It was
a nice contrast to the white skirt she was wearing.
   "Hello, Mrs.  Edwards," I said.
   "Hello, Joseph.  It's so good to see you again.  I hope you had a good
week," she replied.
   "Oh yes, just fine.  Did your memory arrive?"
   "Yes!  Boy, was that fast.  It was here on Monday.  I almost called you
to come over and install it," she said.
   "You should have.  Monday was a slow day," I answered, smiling at her.
   She handed me the box, and I checked to make sure the module wasn't
damaged in shipping.
   "I'll need to disconnect your computer in order to install the new
memory," I said.
   "Not a problem.  Why don't you put the CPU up here on the table so I can
watch?  Maybe I'll learn something," she answered with a smile.
   "Well, I suppose I could do that, but it would be easier to install it
down here.  All the components really don't need..."
   "Joseph, I would rather you to install the memory on the table so I can
watch.  Do you have a problem with that?" Mrs.  Edwards asked obviously
irritated.
   "No, no, of course not," I said feeling uncomfortable as I disconnected
all the cables from the CPU.
   I placed the CPU on the table and removed the side panel.  I carefully
took the memory module out of its protective wrapper and lined it up in the
memory slot on the motherboard.  Monica leaned over, watching me closely.
   "That's where it goes?" she asked, leaning in closer and exposing even
more creamy cleavage.
   "Yes, these two slots are for memory," I answered, trying to avoid
staring at the massive cleavage that was distracting me.
   I pressed down firmly in the middle and the memory module snapped into
place.  I then replaced the side panel and reconnected the power cord and
the maze of other wires.
   "That's it?" she asked amazed.
   "Yes, Mrs.  Edwards, that's all there is to it," I replied.
   "I wish I knew more about computers.  You have a lot to teach me,
Joseph," she said as I booted up the computer.  "And I have a lot to teach
you."
   I was afraid to respond to her last comment so I ignored it.
   The computer flew into Windows and in less than a minute the operating
system and all startup items were loaded.  It was like giving the system a
shot of adrenalin.
   "That's fantastic!  I don't believe it's running so fast!" Mrs.  Edwards
exclaimed.
   I checked some settings.  I was really happy that everything went well.
   "Did you think about me this week, Joseph?" she asked matter of factly.
   "What do you mean, Mrs.  Edwards?" I asked.
   "Exactly what I said, Joseph.  Did you think about me during the week?"
   "Well, yes, I did check my calendar to remind myself that I had an
appointment today with you," I said cautiously.
   Mrs.  Edwards laughed.
   "That's not what I mean, and you know it.  I bet you thought about my
large breasts and what you would like to do to them, didn't you?" she
teased.
   I turned around in the chair and looked at her.
   "Well, to be perfectly honest, Mrs.  Edwards, I did think about you. 
After all, you are a very beautiful woman," I said, trying not to be too
committal.  "Let's face it, any red blooded American would certainly admire
your assets."
   "Did you have fantasies about me, Joseph?" she pressed on.
   "No, not really," I said.
   "You're lying.  You know you thought about nothing else all week," she
stated.  "You shouldn't lie to me, Joseph."
   "Look, Mrs.  Edwards, I'm here to do a job and that's it.  I don't have
any ulterior motives.  I'm a happily married man," I said impatiently.
   "Oh, I see.  So if you had an opportunity to see my breasts, then you
would refuse, I assume?" she asked teasingly.
   "I didn't say that," I retorted.
   "But you just said you're happily married."
   "I am happily married.  What does that have to do with it?" I asked.
   "Well, if you were happily married, you wouldn't be seeking out
opportunities to look at other women's breasts," she said as she straddled
my legs and sat down facing me.  Her hands again went around my neck,
giving me an upfront view of her deep cleavage.  Her scent was
intoxicating, and I was getting dizzy.
   "Mrs.  Edwards, I'm not seeking out anything.  I don't think I've made
any attempt to seduce you or see you naked.  I have shown nothing but
complete courtesy to you both times that I've been here," I responded,
defending myself.
   "Oh, Joseph, I've never accused you of inappropriate behavior.  You are
a gentleman.  If you weren't, I wouldn't allow you in my home.  What I'm
saying is that you are attracted to me and would probably jump at the
opportunity to see more of me.  Is that an incorrect assumption?" she
asked.
   I couldn't think straight.  I'd never been this close to tits that
large. Sure, I've seen thousands of pictures and videos of big titted women
on the Internet, but never up close and personal.  Plus she was so hard to
figure out.  She was extremely prim and proper and insisted that I address
her as Mrs.  Edwards, but, on the other hand, she was bold and forward in
questioning me about my sexual preferences.  The fact that she could read
my mind if only intermittently was disturbing.
   "Mrs.  Edwards, I really have no desire to see more of you," I lied. 
What could I say?  Could I tell her that in reality I wanted to rip her
clothes off?
   "Joseph, I don't think you're being totally honest.  Actually, you're
not being honest at all, and I'll prove it.  I'm going to give you an
opportunity to see my naked breasts," she said as she stood up before me.
   I was rock hard.  This woman was driving me crazy, and I had a hard time
acting calm.  She stood before me and slowly removed her top revealing a
bra that exposed a little more of her luscious breasts.  It was just the
idea that she stood there in her bra that was so exciting.  Then she slowly
removed her skirt, and stood before me only in her bra, panties, and six
inch heels.
   "I know you masturbated while you thought about me and what you would
like to do to my large breasts, Joseph.  As a matter of fact you were
obsessed with me every night this week, weren't you," she asked.
   I nodded, mesmerized by the vision before me.  There was no use lying.
She could read my thoughts.
   "Obviously, I'm at a disadvantage, Mrs.  Edwards.  I can keep no secrets
from you."
   "Now comes the moment of truth.  I'll allow you to see my breasts if you
let me sit on your face and bring myself to a climax," she said without
blinking an eye.
   I was shocked!  Was she serious?  She wanted to sit on my face and use
me to get herself off?  God, she was kinky.
   "The choice is yours, Joseph.  No man has seen me naked since my husband
died five years ago.  You would be the first.  I have chosen you, but it's
your choice.  If you're not interested, you can get up and leave now.  That
will be the end of it, and you'll never see me again.
   "And what if I do agree?" I asked.
   "Well, then I would expect you back here next week as we agreed. 
There's a great deal I need to learn about the computer and you," she said.
   I looked her up and down.  God, she was beautiful.  Her breasts were
simply amazing, and I was drawn to them like magnets.  If she would let me
see them, then I'm sure she would let me touch them, too.
   "Alright, you can do it," I replied quietly.
   "I already knew you would say yes, Joseph.  There is no way you could
deny me or yourself," she laughed.  "Follow me."
   She led me into her bedroom.  I thought she was trying to get me in bed,
but I soon found out that wasn't her intent.  She walked over to a bench
that was approximately eighteen inches wide, three feet high, and six feet
in length.
   "Now lie down on the bench, but first take off your shirt.  This may get
messy," she commented as I stood there.  What did I get myself into?  Did I
really want to do this?  Was it worth it?
   Well, it was too late to turn back now.  I had agreed, and I reluctantly
took off my shirt and lay down on the leather bench.  Mrs.  Edwards removed
her panties, and now stood there wearing only her bra and six inch heels. I
could see that she really was a red head as I gazed upon her neatly trimmed
bush.  She then straddled my head while looking down at me.
   "Now listen carefully, Joseph.  You must follow my instructions to the
letter.  Do you understand?" she asked as if she was talking to a child.
   "Yes, I understand," I replied curtly, somewhat upset at the way she was
treating me.
   "Please respond appropriately, Joseph, and watch your tone of voice. 
Did you forget how you are to address me?" she retorted.
   "Yes, I understand, Mrs.  Edwards," I replied.
   I should have gotten up and left before this went any further.  That
would have been the smart thing to do, but the promise of seeing her
magnificent tits was enough to keep me lying on that bench and suffering
the little indignations I was being subjected to.
   "Now, Joseph, I'm going to lower my pussy on your face and you are to do
absolutely nothing.  Don't open your mouth or respond in any way unless I
tell you to," she ordered.  "Is that clear?"
   "Yes, Mrs.  Edwards," I replied.
   Monica Edwards then lowered her moist pussy onto my face.  The scent
emanating from that luscious peace of meat was intoxicating.  If I was
horny before, I was beyond horny now as she moved her pussy back and forth,
smearing my face with her juices.  She used my nose like a little prick to
stimulate her clit, and then buried it between her labia and moved up and
down.
   Her sweet pussy was getting wetter and wetter when she suddenly engulfed
my nose and mouth with her snatch.  She sat down hard on my face, rotating
her hips and cutting off my air supply.  After several minutes I grew
frantic for I couldn't breathe.  I desperately needed air.  I tried moving
my head to the right and left to dislodge the woman's snatch that was
depriving me of oxygen, but she would have no part of it as she held my
head firmly in place with her legs.  I flayed my arms back and forth to no
avail.
   I grew lightheaded and the room began to spin.  I knew I was about to
pass out when suddenly she lifted her dripping wet pussy off of my face.
   I gulped in large amounts of air as I struggled to get oxygen back in my
lungs.
   "What the fuck are you doing?" I yelled.
   She reached down and slapped me across the face.
   "How dare you speak to me in that manner!  You are never to use such
profanity in my presence again!  Do I make myself clear?" she hissed
through clinched teeth.  "I am a lady!"
   "Yes, Mrs.  Edwards, I'm sorry.  It's just that..."
   "Hush!  I don't want to hear it!  You've totally destroyed the mood.  I
accept your apology but watch yourself in the future," she said.  "Now,
Joseph, when I lower my pussy again I want you to run your tongue up and
down my labia.  I'll direct you after that at the appropriate time."
   Her pussy descended, and I obediently ran my tongue up and down
caressing her pussy lips, tasting her for the first time.  I loved how she
tasted and couldn't get enough of her sweet juices.
   "That's nice, Joseph, now move your tongue between my labia and continue
running your tongue up and down.  Don't touch my clit with your tongue
yet," she ordered.
   I could hear her moaning as I expertly worked on her overheated cunt. 
I'd had some experience in eating pussy, and I put all that knowledge to
work on her.
   "Oh fuck, yes, that feels so good, Joseph.  You have an amazing tongue,"
she cooed.  "Now, bury your tongue in my hole."
   My tongue slithered down between her labia, and then I drove it into her
wet gapping hole that was yearning to be filled.  I really wanted to drive
something else in there, but that would be cheating on my wife.  I could
live with myself as long as I didn't fornicate with another woman.
   "Yes, that's so good.  Keep it up," she moaned.
   Monica Edwards went wild as I stabbed my rigid tongue into her.  She
moved up and down riding my tongue as if it was a little cock with her
juices spilling out all over my face.  My own cock was rock hard and
desperately in need of attention, but I was certain it wouldn't get any
from the uppity lady.
   I then took it upon myself to move my tongue out of her pussy hole and
up towards that hard throbbing little nub.  My tongue came in contact with
her clit, and I sucked it into my mouth.  She bucked up and down like a
banshee.
   "Aaaaaaagggggghhhhhhh!  I'm cuming!" she screamed as she rode my face.
Her juices poured out, and my face was bathed in her nectar once again. 
She continued rubbing her pussy back and forth over my face for several
minutes.  I lapped up as much of her sweet nectar as I could.  I looked up
and could see her squeezing her luscious tits through her bra.  The
expression on her face was one of ecstatic bliss.
   She finally got up, releasing my head from captivity.  Once again Mrs.
Edwards was composed and in control of the situation.  I sat up.  My face
was a mess.
   "Clean up your face and get your shirt back on, Joseph," she ordered.
   She picked up her panties and walked back into the other room.  I
followed her sheepishly.  God, she could have at least offered me a wash
cloth or something to wipe my face.
   "That was quite satisfactory, Joseph," she commented as she got dressed.
She stood there in her skirt, bra, and high heels.  She was lovely, and I
couldn't wait to get a look of those luscious tits that were hiding under
her bra.  I put on my shirt as I waited in anticipation.
   Monica Edwards looked at her watch.
   "Oh my, time does fly.  Our hour is almost up.  We don't have much time,
Joseph," she informed me.  "We'll have to do this quickly."
   She then undid the clasp on the front of her bra.  She held the cups in
place and slowly lowered them, revealing more and more of her luscious
breasts.  My heart beat at a frantic pace in anticipation of seeing those
massive orbs completely exposed for the first time.
   She finally lowered the bra completely and stood there naked from the
waist up.
   "Well, I hope it was worth it, Joseph," she said as she again looked at
her watch.
   I could stand there all day looking at her.  Her areolas were the size
of half dollars.
   "Times up!" she announced as she put her bra on.
   "But I..."
   "It's actually after 2:00 PM," she announced as she retrieved her top.
   "But you had your bra off for less than a minute!" I exclaimed.
   "What's the point, Joseph?" she asked.
   "Well, I thought I would have a few minutes..."
   "Wait a minute!  I said that if I could sit on your face, you could see
my breasts.  Did you see my breasts, Joseph?" she asked.
   "Yes, but..."
   "I rest my case.  I kept my end of the bargain.  I can't help it if you
had different expectations, Joseph," she retorted.
   I headed for the door visibly upset.
   "Wait a minute.  I have your check for you," she said, walking over with
a check in hand.  "Same time next week?"
   "Yes," I said curtly, taking the check and leaving.
   The rest of the week was hell for me.  I was obsessed with the woman. 
All I could do was picture her standing there topless with those luscious
tits exposed, begging for attention.  How I wanted to touch them and wrap
my lips around her nipples and suck and chew on them.  If I was smart, I
would have nothing further to do with the woman.  She was nothing but
trouble and already had taken advantage of me.
   Several times I picked up the phone and started to dial her number.  I
planned on cancelling our appointment for the following Wednesday, but at
the last moment I always hung up.  I couldn't do it.  There was something
drawing me back, and I knew what it was.  It was her damn tits.  I wanted
to see them again.  I wanted to touch them.  I dropped a load of cum almost
every night fantasizing about what I would do to her.  My wife was upset
because I was distant and didn't make love to her all week.  What was
happening to me?
   The following Wednesday I arrived at Monica Edward's house at 1:02 PM. I
rang the door bell and almost immediately she answered.  It was like a jack
in the box.  You push the button and out it pops.  She was that fast!
   "You're late, Joseph!" she announced.
   "It's only a couple minutes after 1:00," I said defensively, looking at
my watch.
   "I demand punctuality.  If we have a 1:00 PM appointment, I expect you
here at 1:00 PM sharp," she stated.
   "I'm sorry, Mrs.  Edwards.  I'll be here on time in the future," I
answered.
   "I would certainly hope so, Joseph," she said.
   What I should have done was turn around and leave.  I didn't need to
take that from her, but I did.  I did because of her tits.  If she didn't
have such a great body, I would have been out of there in a second.
   I was somewhat surprised by Monica Edwards attire.  She wore slacks and
a blouse that were buttoned all the way up to her neck.  Absolutely nothing
was on display today.  I was disappointed to say the least.
   She led me to the computer, and we sat down.  She had a list of things
she wanted me to cover with her today.  We started with file management and
cleaning up her "My Documents" folder.  This took quite some time, and
before I knew it the hour was over.
   Everything was very business like today.  There were no sexual overtones
or innuendos.  I was miffed.  She caught me off guard.  This is not at all
what I expected after last week.
   She handed me my check and walked me to the door.
   "I'm glad you decided not to cancel today's appointment, Joseph," she
stated.  "I'll see you next week."
   With that she closed the door, leaving me standing there.  She was
reading my mind again.  I wonder what other thoughts she picked up?
   The rest of the week passed slowly and was worse than the previous. 
Again I was obsessed with Monica Edwards.  She was on my mind day and
night. My relationship with my wife became more strained.
   It was finally Wednesday, and I was standing at Monica Edward's door at
12:55 PM.  I wasn't going to make the same mistake twice.  I rang the
doorbell but there was no answer.  I waited several minutes and rang the
doorbell again.  Still no answer.
Maybe no one was home.  Maybe she forgot about our appointment and went
out for the afternoon.  I was about to walk away when the door opened.  It
was exactly 1:00 PM.
   "Come in, Joseph.  You were early," she stated.
   "Yes, I was several minutes early, Mrs.  Edwards," I replied.
   She smiled at me obviously in a much better mood.  Her attire today was
completely different and to my liking.
   She wore cut-off shorts that were very revealing.  There wasn't much
left to the imagination there, and she looked good in them.  There weren't
many senior citizens who could pull off wearing something like that without
looking ridiculous.  She also wore a midriff top that ended at the bottom
of her breasts leaving her mid section exposed.  Her tummy was firm and
well toned.  I could clearly see that she wasn't wearing a bra since the
bottom of her breasts was exposed.  I instantly got hard.
   "I would like to clean up my desktop today, Joseph," she said.  "There
are so many icons on the desktop that I can't find anything."
   "That's not a problem, Mrs.  Edwards, we can do that," I assured her.
   "Yes, I'm sure we can," she replied.
   I sat down and began sorting out the shortcuts littering her desktop. 
There were many and most of them could be put in the "Recycle Bin."
   "Can we talk about what happened two weeks ago, Joseph?" she asked.
   "What's there to talk about, Mrs.  Edwards?" I replied.  "Like you said,
you lived up to your end of the bargain.  I'd just like to forget about it
and move on."
   "You made me feel as if I cheated you," she stated.
   "Well, didn't you?" I said, turning around to face her.  The exposed
under curve of her breasts was so inviting.  I had a hard time
concentrating.
   "I said you could see my breasts and you did!" she insisted.
   "You're right.  Let's forget the whole thing.  I really don't want to
argue about it," I said, trying to change the subject and get past the
whole incident.  I already had spent much too much time stewing about what
happened that day.  I was moody at home, and it was having a negative
effect on my marriage.  I hope she didn't hear that!
   "I'm sorry there was a misunderstanding, Joseph.  I never intended to
cheat you," she said.  "I'm just glad you decided to come back.  Your help
really is invaluable."
   "Not a problem," I said.
   "Then there are no hard feelings, Joseph?" she asked.
   "Of course, not, Mrs.  Edwards," I said, wanting to just move on, work
on her computer, and have things return to normal.  I just wanted to do my
job and get my head straight.  I was too old to be thinking about another
woman even if she did have an amazing set of tits.
   "For the last time, Joseph, I told you I don't like the word tits," she
stated emphatically.
   "I didn't say tits, Mrs.  Edwards," I replied.
   "No, but you thought it," she said.
   "My thoughts are private, and I consider your monitoring of my thoughts
an invasion of privacy.  That's a violation of the Bill of Rights," I
informed her.  "I will never say tits in your presence, but I can certainly
think it!"
   "Fine!  Let's move on.  We're wasting time, and right now you're on my
time.  As for today, you can continue working on my computer if you like,
Joseph, or we could do something else," she said.
   "I don't understand, Mrs.  Edwards, what do you mean by `something
else'?" I enquired.
   "Well, I can't help but feel that you were cheated so I wanted to
provide you with the opportunity to see my breasts again.  Only this time
it would be up close and personal and for a much longer period of time. 
Let's say ten minutes.  This way there would be no misunderstandings," she
offered.
   "Provide an opportunity?" I questioned.
   "Yes, much like you did last time," she replied.
   "You mean, you want me..."
   "No, I don't want you to eat my pussy," she smiled.  "I was thinking of
something more daring, something that I've never experienced before."
   "And what might that be, Mrs.  Edwards?" I asked.
   "Well," she said, rising from her chair and straddling my legs facing
me. Her arms went around my neck, and she leaned in close to whisper in my
ear.  "I thought you might let me sit on your face so you could give me a
rim job."
   I could feel the warmth of her breasts as they pressed against my chest.
She smelled wonderful with her aromatic scent filling my nostrils as she
tickled my ear with the shocking words that came out of her mouth.  I had
read about stuff like this on the Internet, but had never ever thought
about getting involved in something this kinky.  I mean, she wanted me to
eat out her asshole.
   The thought of committing such an act should have disgusted me, and with
anyone else it probably would have.  But the thought of doing that with
Mrs. Edwards was somewhat appealing.  I couldn't believe that I was
actually considering this preposterous proposal from a woman I barely knew.
I was a happily married man.  I might experiment with something like that
with my wife, but not with a perfect stranger.
   "I know this is a shocking request, but somehow, Joseph, I think you'll
do just about anything to see my breasts again.  That brief glimpse two
weeks ago wasn't enough, was it?" she asked.
   "No, it wasn't, Mrs.  Edwards," I admitted.
   "Well, here's your chance to get close up, as close as we are right now,
and then you can feast your eyes on my breasts for ten minutes.  I'd love
to show them to you again, but it's your decision," she said.
   "If you'd love to show them to me, why don't you do just that?  No one
is stopping you.  Take off your top and show me your breasts," I said.
   "It doesn't work like that, Joseph.  You know that!  There are no free
rides in life.  If you went to see them, then you'll have to earn the
right," she said.
   I didn't understand why it didn't work like that.  This woman loved to
be in control.  She made the rules, and either you played by her rules or
you didn't play.  The warning flags went up, but I ignored them.  I knew I
couldn't walk out now.  If I did, I would never forgive myself.  I would
regret it for the rest of my life.  I might never have an opportunity like
this again.  I had to go for it.  I had to see those magnificent breasts
again.
   "I'll do it, Mrs.  Edwards," I said, hesitantly.
   "I knew you would, Joseph, and I'm flattered.  You truly are a breast
man," she replied quite animated now that I had agreed..
   She got up and walked towards her bedroom.  She stopped midway and
looked back at me.  I knew what to do as I got up and followed her.  By the
time I got there her shorts were gone which left her naked from the waist
down.  She stood there in her high heels and mid-riff, and that was it.
   "Joseph, why don't you take your shirt off and relax on the bench," she
suggested.
   I did as she directed with all kinds of thoughts going through my head.
I was somewhat hesitant because I had never done anything like this before,
but my body betrayed me as my cock became rock hard and ached from being
confined in my pants.
   Mrs.  Stevens straddled my head, but, unlike last time, her ass was
facing me as she looked down the length of my body stretched out on the
bench.  She had something in her hand, and then I could see that it was a
vibrator.  She flicked the switch and it came to life as I saw her rubbing
it up and down her labia.
   "Now, Joseph, you are to do exactly what I tell you to do.  Is that
understood?" she said, switching into bitch mode.
   "Yes, Mrs.  Stevens, I understand," I replied.
   "That's a good boy.  Now I want you to kiss my ass all over and be sure
to use a lot of tongue.  Under no circumstances are you to use your hands,
only your lips and tongue," she ordered.
   I did just that as I began to plant kisses on her luscious ass.  I used
my tongue to trail kisses up and down those glorious cheeks of hers.  At
the same time she was working the vibrator in between her pussy lips which
added to her arousal.  I could hear the low groans escaping her lips.
   "That feels so good, Joseph.  Now, work your way toward the crack of my
ass and lick up and down the crack all the way to my rosebud," she ordered.
   I found it amusing that she referred to her anus as her rosebud.  I
guess it was as good a name as any.  I proceeded to move my tongue up and
down, teasing her rosebud with each pass.  Her hips were undulating as she
became more aroused.
   "Oh, God, yes, that feels so good.  Don't stop!  Keep licking my ass,"
she groaned in lust.
   This was exciting for me.  The taste of her ass was somewhat tart but
not unpleasant as I thought it would be.  There was no unpleasant odor, and
I found it arousing to be licking this gorgeous woman's ass.  I knew precum
was escaping from the head of my cock, and I also knew that at this rate I
would cum in my pants.
   "Yes!  Yes!  Oh, that's so good.  Now, Joseph, run your tongue around my
rosebud.  I want you to rim me out good," she ordered.
   My tongue was working circles around her anus and it began to pucker as
I licked it.  By now she had buried the vibrator in her pussy, and she was
working it in and out at a frantic pace.  At times she would take the
vibrator out of her hot hole and run it over her clit which sent shivers up
and down her spine.
   "Oh fuck, you're riming me so good.  I can feel your tongue probing the
circumference of my asshole.  Now, stick it in!  Stick your tongue up my
ass, Joseph!" she ordered as she moaned in lust.
   I hardened my tongue and pushed hard.  I didn't meet with much success,
but I kept trying.  It seemed to have the desired effect because her moans
became louder as she rotated her hips.  I could also see that her tits with
swaying, unencumbered under the short top she was wearing.
   I finally was able to get the tip of my tongue up her ass, and that's
when it happened.  She sat down on my face driving my tongue deeper as her
ass settled over my face cutting off my air supply.  She ground her hips
down as she smothered my face which was now lost between the cheeks of her
ass.  She was practically screaming as her climax neared.  I tried moving
my head for I was getting lightheaded from the lack of oxygen, but it was
to no avail.  My mouth and nose were totally covered.
   "Oh, God, yes, do it just like that," she groaned.
   She was unrelenting, and I started to lose consciousness.  And then she
screamed as her orgasm hit her.  She raised herself off of my face if only
momentarily.  It was long enough for me to gulp in some much needed air
before my face was once again buried in her ass.  Her climax continued as
she screamed in orgasmic bliss.  Finally sated, she slowly raised herself
once again, and I frantically fought to get air in my lungs.  My face was
as white as a ghost, and it took several minutes before the color returned.
   Monica Edwards stood there with a satisfied smile on her face.
   "That was one of the best orgasms I have ever had," she announced.
   I was glad that it was such a rewarding experience for her.  From my
point of view it left much to be desired.  First of all I was almost
suffocated to death.  Secondly, I still had a raging hard it, but that
didn't matter to her.  I would leave there sexually frustrated and with a
full load of cum.  My sexual gratification didn't seem to be a
consideration when you examined the scheme of things.
   I subjected myself to this for only one reason.  I wanted to see her
mammoth tits up close and personal.  I would have ten minutes to feast my
eyes on her tits.
   "Let's go back into the other room," Monica suggested, much mellower now
that she had orgasmed.
   I followed Monica Edwards back into the computer room.  I admired her
ass as I walked behind her.  She didn't bother to put her shorts back on.
Why bother anyway?  My face had been buried not only in her pussy but in
her ass also.  She had nothing to hide from me.  I had seen it all up close
and personal, and now I was going to see her tits again.
   "I don't like my breasts being referred to as tits.  Please refrain from
using that word," she said tersely.
   "I never..."
   "You thought it, Joseph!" she retorted.
   She was right, and here I thought she couldn't read all of my thoughts.
   "Now, sit in this chair, and I'll fulfill my end of the bargain.  Oh,
and I want you to sit on your hands.  Under no circumstances are you to
touch my breasts.  Remember, the deal was that you could look at them for
ten minutes," she said.
   Yes, that was the deal, and she was going to follow it to the letter.  I
sat in the chair and sat on my hands as directed.  Monica then straddled my
legs with her naked pussy exposed and sat on my lap facing me.  It was at
this point that she removed her midriff.
   My cock twitched as her mammoth tits came into view.  There was no sag
whatsoever which was amazing for her age.  Her skin was smooth, and there
was no doubt that these breasts were the real thing.  My mouth watered as I
drank in her beauty.  Her nipples were hard and stood out at least three
quarters of an inch.  I was tempted to grab one of them and suck it into my
mouth.
   "Do you like what you see, Joseph?" she asked.
   "Oh, yes, they are absolutely fantastic!" I exclaimed.
   "Yes, they are, aren't they," she agreed as she twisted left to right,
setting her giant boobs in motion.  They slapped together as her body
reversed direction.
   "I don't like the term boobs either, Joseph," she said.
   "I'm sorry, Mrs.  Stevens.  I love your breasts and mean no disrespect,"
I replied.
   She then lifted her breasts in her hands as if she was weighing them,
and then let them fall.  I watched them as they shimmied.  Next she grabbed
her nipples between her thumb and forefinger and pulled her breasts up. 
Then she pulled them to the side before finally releasing them.
   While she played with her breasts, she moved against my hard cock
further exciting me.  I knew I couldn't take much of that, and shortly
afterwards I came in my pants.  I couldn't help it.  The excitement was too
much for me.
   "Times up!" Monica Stevens announced as she stood up and put on her top.
   She handed me a check and ushered me to the door.
   "I'll see you next Wednesday at 1:00 PM sharp.  Don't be late, Joseph,"
she said before I left.
   I had seen this woman completely naked.  She had the largest breasts
that I had ever had the pleasure of seeing.  Yet, I never so much as
touched her nipple.  I was so close.  Granted, my mouth had explored every
inch of her genitalia, but she would not allow me to touch her with my
hands.  She knew how much I wanted to hold and squeezed her luscious orbs.
She was manipulating me to serve her own desires.
   The rest of the week was a blur.  I just went through the motions.  I
lived only for Wednesday at 1:00 PM.  My other calls were routine and
boring.  My heart wasn't in it, for my thoughts were always on Monica
Stevens and her amazing body.
   My relationship with my wife also continued to deteriorate.  I couldn't
bring myself to make love to her.  I preferred to fantasize about Monica
Stevens and what I'd like to do to her.  I grew silent and distant around
her mostly from the feelings of guilt I was harboring.
   Wednesday finally arrived.  I kept myself busy in the morning, but made
sure to arrive punctually at 1:00 PM at Monica Steven's door.
   "Why, Joseph, you're right on time.  Good boy," she said.
   I fully expected Monica to be dressed provocatively in some outfit
designed to titillate, but instead she was dressed very conservatively. 
She wore slacks and a sweater.  She actually looked very preppy, and this I
found disappointing.
   She again had a list of items she wanted to cover on the computer. 
First on the list was organizing her "Favorites" in Internet Explorer.  I
took her through the menus and showed her how to create folders and group
her bookmarks.  Then she wanted some instruction on streaming video. 
Before I knew it the hour was up, and I was standing at the door ready to
leave.
   "You look disappointed, Joseph.  Is something wrong," Monica asked.
   "No, Mrs.  Stevens, nothing at all.  I'll see you next week," I replied.
   I tried hard not to think.  I didn't want her reading my thoughts.  I
didn't want her to know just how disappointed I was because in reality I
was extremely frustrated.  I expected to see her breasts again today.  I
thought we might progress to a new level.
   "Were you expecting more today?" she asked.
   "I don't really know what I expected, Mrs.  Stevens.  All of this has
been very... different," I said cautiously.
   "I see.  Well, here's something for you to consider for next week.  I
would like you to give this a great deal of thought.  How far are you
willing to go to get what you want?" she said coyly.
   "I don't understand," I said.
   "Just think about it, Joseph.  I'll see you next week," she said with
finality as she closed the door.
   I was obsessed with Monica Edwards.  Why had this voluptuous woman taken
such an interest in me?  Maybe it was because she could read my mind which
gave her a distinctive advantage over me.
   I pondered the question she put to me before I left on Wednesday.  `How
far are you willing to go to get what you want?' I had done her bidding up
to now.  I was willing to involve myself in her kinks in order to see her
magnificent tits.  God, I did so much already, and that was only for the
privilege of seeing her tits.  What would I have to do in order to touch
them?  Would she even allow me the opportunity to touch them?  I think she
would, or she wouldn't have posed the question.  She wanted me to think
about it.  She wanted me to consider my own limits.  Was there a point
where I would draw the line and say no?  Was there something she would
request that I would absolutely refuse to do?
   Of course, I had limits.  I wouldn't do anything that involved another
man.  If she even hinted at something like that, I would be out of there. I
would not fuck her.  That was reserved for my wife only even though we were
going through some rough times right now.  That was my fault because of my
obsession with Monica Stevens.
   I lived for Wednesdays and that day had finally arrived.  At 1:00 PM
sharp I was ringing Monica Stevens's door bell.  Would she be all business
today?  Would she be dressed like a school teacher?  I waited in
anticipation for her to open the door.
   "Hello, Joseph, you're right on time," she said, standing in the
doorway.
   My jaw dropped open.  I must have looked like a fool.  I never expected
to see her dressed like this.  It revealed a whole different side of her.
This was beyond kinky as I knew it.  After all, I was just a small town boy
who never strayed from the normal conventions of society.  This was stuff I
read about in erotic literature.
   Monica Edwards stood there in black leather over the knee boots with
what looked like six or seven inch heels.  I mean she was practically
standing on her toes.  On top she wore a leather corset that pushed her
breasts up and in, displaying a considerable amount of cleavage.  Her
nipples peaked over the top of her corset.  She looked so hot.
   "Today we won't be working on computers, Joseph," she stated.
   "Oh, but I thought..."
   "Please don't interrupt me," she said, cutting me off.
   "I'm sorry," I replied.
   "Let's retire to my bedroom, and I'll explain what's going to happen
today.  Our session today might be more than an hour.  Actually that will
depend on you," she stated.
   I followed the gorgeous red head into her bedroom, watching her
succulent ass sway back and forth.
   "I gave you a question to consider before you left last week.  Do you
remember the question, Joseph?" she asked.
   "Yes, Mrs.  Stevens, I do," I replied.
   "Good!  What was the question?" she asked.
   "You asked me to consider how far I was willing to go to get what I
wanted," I replied.
   "Yes, precisely, and did you consider how far you would go?"
   "Well, yes, I did toss the question around in my mind for a bit," I
said.
   "Fine, that's all I asked you to do, Joseph," she said.
   She paced back and forth for several minutes.  She looked as if she was
in deep thought.
   "I'm not receiving any of your thoughts today.  That's strange.  I
usually can pick up something," she said more to herself than to me.
   She then walked up and turned with her back to me.
   "Joseph, undo the stays on this corset.  They're much too tight. 
Besides it's too hot to be wearing this damn thing anyway," she said.
   I quickly loosened and removed the leather stays as she directed.  She
was going to remove her corset!  This was better than I expected.  My cock
grew hard at the thought that she might expose her magnificent tits again."
   "I don't like you to refer to my breasts as tits!  That's crude.  Do I
make myself clear?" she demanded.
   "I'm so sorry.  It won't happen again," I muttered.  There was no sense
in fighting her on this.  I guess my thoughts weren't my own.
   "Damn, the first thought I pick up from you today, and it has to be you
using that word," she complained as she removed the leather corset.  She
then turned around facing me, wearing only her over the knee boots.
   My jaw dropped open at the vision standing before me.  As she paced back
and forth, her breasts bounced up and down on her chest.  It was truly a
magnificent and arousing sight.  My cock grew harder, and I thought I might
cum in my pants.
   "Now, Joseph, what do you want?" she asked.
   "Well, I could use a new car," I said.
   "No!  No!  No!  Other then looking at my breasts, what else do you want
from me?" she said irritated.
   "Well, I would like to touch your breasts," I replied.
   "Is that all?"
   "No, I would like to squeeze them and pull on your nipples," I said.
   "Nothing else?"
   "Well, yes, I would like to kiss your breasts all over and take your
nipples in my mouth and suck on them," I added.
   "And..."
   "And maybe bite lightly on your nipples as long as it brought you
pleasure, of course," I said.
   "Is there anything you would like to do even if it was something I
didn't want done to me?" she asked.
   "Are you serious?"
   "Of course, I'm serious, Joseph.  I wouldn't be asking you if I wasn't
serious," she retorted.
   "OK, fine!  I'd like to tie your hands behind your back, and then bind
your arms at your elbows so that your breasts stuck out even more.  Then I
would have you spread your legs wide so your pussy so exposed.  I would
then rub your breasts to get you aroused, and then I would pull on your
nipples.  I would increase the pressure as you got more aroused.  I would
tease your hot pussy by rubbing my cock all over your clit.  Then I would
smack your breasts and watch them knock into each other.  Is that enough,
Mrs.  Edwards?" I asked, irritated by her superior attitude.
   "Yes, I think that's quits enough, Joseph," she replied.
   She walked up to me and let her breasts brush against my chest.  My
knees went weak at the contact.
   "I will allow you to fondle and kiss my breasts, but no rough stuff,
yet," she said.  "However, there is a price to pay.  Would you like to kiss
and fondle my breasts, Joseph?" she asked.
   "Yes, of course, I would," I replied.
   "Are you willing to pay the price?" she asked.
   "That depends.  What price must I pay?" I asked.
   There was a moment of silence as she considered.  She looked me straight
in the eyes as I stole glances of her breasts rising and falling on her
chest.
   "You must let me sodomize you?" she said.
   "What do you mean?"
   She laughed at me.
   "Are you that na�ve?  Do you know what sodomy is?" she asked.
   "Of course, I do," I said, irritated.
   "Have you ever been sodomized?"
   "Of course, not!"
   "Listen carefully, Joseph.  What I am proposing is this.  If you want to
get your hands on my breasts, then you must let me take your virgin asshole
with my strap-on dildo," she said.
   She put her arms around my neck, pressed her luscious tits against me. I
could feel their warmth and their fullness.  She then brushed her lips
across my ear.
   "It's all a matter of how much you really want to possess my breasts,"
she whispered.
   My legs were shaking.  My cock was so hard that my balls were aching. 
What was happening to me?  This had turned out to be much more than a
computer call, and I'd managed to dig myself a deep hole.  How could I say
no and walk away from this woman?  How could I say yes!  It would destroy
me.
   "If I agree, how much time do I get?" I asked, trying to stall her.
   Mrs.  Stevens laughed.
   "As long as it is pleasing to me, you get as much time as you want," she
said.
   "And what if it isn't pleasing to you?  What if after a minute or two
you decide that you're simply not enjoying it?" I asked.
   "Then you will stop, and then you will leave," she answered with a smug
look on her face.
   "In other words, I have to take all the risks, Mrs.  Stevens," I stated.
   "That is correct!  How much faith do you have in your ability to turn me
on?" she smiled.  "Allowing me to sodomize you only gives you the
opportunity to possess my breasts.  The rest is up to you.  I mean, thank
about it.  Why would I let you fondle my breasts if it brought me no
pleasure?"
   It was quite obvious that the world revolved around Monica Stevens.  It
was all about her.  I could walk out right now, and it would be over.  I'd
seen her.  She was half naked right now and leaving nothing to the
imagination.  I would have the last laugh.  I could leave here with my
dignity in tact.  I would have won.  I could return to my wife with a clean
conscience and get on with my life.
   On the other hand, I could stay and let her sodomize me.  Oh my God,
what a degrading act, but then I could get my hands on those monstrous
breasts that I so desperately wanted to touch and hold.  I could bury my
face in her mountain of flesh.  I could suck and lick and bite those
massive mounds.
   What should I do?  God, I wish there was an easy answer.  I really
wanted her.  It was like taking a child into a candy store, but then
telling him that he couldn't have any candy.  He could only look but not
taste.
   I couldn't walk away.  I wanted to taste her.  I wanted to possess her.
   "All right, I agree to your proposition," I said.
   Mrs.  Edwards became animated, and was visibly pleased by my answer.
   "You have made a wise decision, Joseph.  My breasts are my pride and
joy, and not many men have had the opportunity to caress them.  Now, take
all your clothes off so we can get started," she ordered.
   I removed my clothes and stood naked before her for the first time.  My
cock was hard and sticking straight out from my body.  I felt so
self-conscious standing here naked in this woman's presence.  It wasn't
that I was physically in poor condition because I wasn't.  It was just that
not many women had seen me in the nude.
   "Now put these leather cuffs on your wrists and ankles, Joseph," she
ordered.
   The cuffs were made of fine leather and lined with a soft material. 
They buckled close and had a D-ring attached to them.  I quickly attached
the cuffs to my wrists and ankles.  I then stood there waiting for further
instructions.
   "Follow me," she ordered.
   Mrs.  Stevens led me to an open area of her bedroom that contained a
raised, carpeted platform.  This platform was approximately three feet wide
by five feet long.
   "Now get down on your hands and knees on that platform."
   I lowered myself to my knees and assumed the position she demanded.  She
kneeled in front of me and attached my wrist cuffs to rings that were
concealed in the floor of the platform.  She then moved behind me and did
the same to my ankles, spreading my legs further apart.  Monica certainly
had everything planned out well.
   My stomach was queasy.  I felt so helpless, and, at the same time, I
knew that I had made a mistake.  I should have left when I had the
opportunity.  I could have put all of this behind me.  I may have had some
regrets, but I could have held my head high rather then be shackled to the
floor at the mercy of this woman.
   She placed a full length mirror in front of me.  I looked in the mirror
and say how pathetic I looked shackled to her floor on all fours.  She then
approached me from behind with a riding crop in hand.  I could now see the
reason for the platform.  With her strap-on in place, she would be at the
perfect height to sodomize me.
   "This mirror will give you a better view of the proceedings, Joseph,"
she said as the riding crop came down on my left ass cheek.  "I'm so glad
you opted to participate in my little adventure." My right cheek then felt
the sting of the crop.
   My blood ran cold as I listened to the tone of her voice.  She was so
calculating.  She knew me better than I knew myself.  She knew I couldn't
refuse her offer.  She knew that I would do anything to get to her tits.
   "I hate the word tits," she screamed as the crop came down on my ass
again.
   She must have been really connected to my mind tonight, for she knew my
thoughts as soon as they formed in my mind.
   It's time for the fun and games to begin, Joseph.  From the looks of
your cock, I can see that you're looking forward to the violation of your
ass.  I just need to get a few more items, and then we'll be ready to
begin. Don't go away," she chuckled.
   Mrs.  Monica Stevens then busied herself with final preparations.  She
retrieved a tube of K-Y jelly and placed it on the platform.  She then set
up a video camera on a tripod.
   "I thought I would make a little home movie so we can look back and
relive this special occasion.  Isn't that a wonderful idea, Joseph?" she
asked, smiling sweetly at me.
   "I don't think that's a good idea, Mrs.  Stevens.  If that tape ever..."
   Please be quiet, Joseph.  I don't really care what you think.  I've
already decided that the events will be taped.  Discussion is closed."
   Finally she went to her dresser drawer and took out a strap-on dildo and
walked back over to the platform.  My jaw dropped open.  I could see that
the black dildo attached to the harness was large.  It looked to be around
nine inches long and three inches in diameter.  I didn't have a tape
measure, and I wasn't in a position to measure it anyway, but you could
take my word for it that it was large.  That damn thing would rip me apart.
   "Monica, I don't think this is a good idea.  I've reconsidered, and
decided..."
   She slapped me across the face, sending my head reeling.
   "How are you to address me," she hissed.
   Forgive me, Mrs.  Edwards, but..."
   Another vicious slap across the face stopped my words in mid sentence.
   "It's too late, Joseph.  You made your decision.  There's no turning
back now," she stated.
   "I really don't..."
   Another slap shut me up.  I knew better than to say anything else. 
There was no reasoning with the woman.
   My cock was persistent and my balls ached as I looked up at her luscious
breasts, the breasts that got me into this predicament.
   Attached to the inside of the harness were two plugs.  Obviously Mrs. 
Edwards really planned on enjoying my violation.  She squeezed some K-Y
jelly on the two plugs and then inserted the higher one in her pussy and
the lower one in her rectum.  The strap then continued up the crack of her
ass and threaded through the belt that wrapped around her waist, holding
everything in place.
   She stood before me with that formidable looking dildo only inches from
my face.
   "Please don't do this, Mrs.  Edwards," I begged.
   "Enough!" she said as she ran the head of the large dildo all over my
lips.
   "Have you ever sucked cock before, Joseph?" she asked.
   "No, goddamit.  Now release me.  This has gone far enough," I yelled.
   She smacked my face with her rubber dildo, first the right cheek and
then the left.  The stinging blows hurt.
   "You might as well enjoy it, Joseph.  It's not going to end until your
ass has been raped by all nine inches.  All you'll do with your protesting
and whining is piss me off and make things more difficult for yourself. 
Now, it's time to suck cock," she said.
   She grabbed me by the hair and placed the head of the dildo up to my
lips.  What choice did I have?  Resisting her would only make matters
worse. I opened my mouth, and she pushed the head of the dildo in.  She
smiled wickedly.  She was thoroughly enjoying my debasement.
   "You look so sexy with a cock in your mouth, Joseph," she said as she
moved her hips, forcing another inch of the dildo deeper into my mouth.
   "Oh yes, take it, baby," she cooed as she kept moving her hips, burying
more and more of the cock in my mouth until it hit the back of my throat.
   "Oh that feels so good," she whispered.  "Can you take it all, Joseph?"
   I panicked!  Was she serious?  Did she really intend to bury all nine
inches down my throat?  My eyes went wide, and I knew she could see my
fear.
   She then laughed wickedly as she slowly withdrew the fake cock from my
mouth.
   "No, I think not.  Our main purpose tonight is to bury this nice fat
dildo up your virgin ass, Joseph," she said.  "We'll save your throat for
another time."
   She once again took the tube of K-Y jelly and liberally lubricated the
black monster.
   "Please, Mrs.  Edwards..."
   Another resounding slap jerked my head to the left.  She would hear none
of my protestations.
   I could see that the video camera had been turned on and was capturing
my humiliation.  Mrs.  Stevens strutted around behind me with her long
black dildo sticking out obscenely from her crotch.  It was bizarre to look
upon her.  The dildo looked so out of place with those large voluptuous
breasts that I craved and desired.
   I looked at Monica Stevens in the mirror as she stood behind me.  She
grabbed her fake black cock and ran it up and down the crack of my ass. 
The well coated cock slid easily between my ass cheeks and teased my anus
with every stroke.
   "I can tell you like that, Joseph.  Your cock is twitching," she
laughed.
   Her hand came down hard on my left ass cheek and then my right.  I
jumped from the force of the blow.  Her slaps continued as the cock traced
a pattern up and down the crack of my ass.  In spite of myself, I found
that I was getting aroused, and the site of her monstrous breasts
undulating on her chest only added to my sexual arousal.
   The slaps finally stopped, and then Monica Edwards positioned the black
monster so that it was pressing against my anus.  She waited for a moment
and then pushed.
   "Uuuuugggh!" I grunted as she attempted to bury that thing in my ass,
but my sphincter resisted and wouldn't allow the intruder to enter.
   Even though she gained no ground, I could tell by the look on her face
that the vaginal and anal plugs were having an effect on her.
   She braced herself and tried again, applying more force as she drove her
hips forward.
   "Uuuuggggh!" I grunted again as my stubborn sphincter refused to allow
her black monster to penetrate my virgin ass.
   I could see the determination on her face.  She thought it would be
easier than this, but she was wrong.
   "It might not be easy, Joseph, but you will take all nine inches if it
takes me all fucking night," she hissed.
   She once again braced herself making sure that the head of the monster
dildo was pressed tightly again my anus.  She then shoved with all her
might.  Her breasts flopped wildly on her chest with the force of the blow.
   "Oh God..." I screamed for the black snake had won.  My sphincter had
relented, and the head of the dildo was buried up my ass.
   The pain was sharp as my sphincter clung to the huge black dildo that
had violated my rectum.  Mrs.  Edwards moved her hips and pushed forward
burying another inch of cock up my ass.  I felt so full.
   "Aaaaaggghhhhh!" I screamed
   Monica laughed.  The pain increased, but I knew I would receive no
sympathy from this woman.  She was on a mission, a mission to destroy my
virgin passage.
   The slaps now came intermittently to my reddening ass cheeks as she
continued to drive the black monster deeper and deeper.  I bore the pain as
best I could until finally she had all nine inches buried in my rectum.  As
I looked at her in the mirror, I could see the lust in her glazed eyes. 
Her body was covered in a fine layer of sweat.
   "God, you're tight, but don't worry, Joseph.  By the time I'm done with
you, we'll be able to put a baseball bat up your shitter," she chuckled
sadistically.
   If I knew this woman's true nature, I would have never agreed to any of
this.  She was perverted beyond anything I could imagine.  She set
standards of behavior for everyone else to follow, but she didn't adhere to
them herself.  She knew what motivated me - her tits, and she used them to
manipulate me and get her way.
   "I hate the word tits!" Monica screamed as another vicious blow fell on
my ass.
   "Ouch!" I screamed from the unexpected pain.
   "You're just as perverted as I am, Joseph.  Your cock gives you away,"
she said as she reached under me to stroke my hard, throbbing, neglected
cock.  "If you weren't enjoying this, you wouldn't be hard."
   I hung my head in shame because she was right.  I was so hard that my
balls were aching.  Not only that but my damn cock was leaking like a
faucet since she started violating me.
   "Yes, Joseph, and I hope you enjoy the second installment as much as the
first, for now the fun really begins as I ream out your ass," she hissed.
   Monica Stevens slowly began to pull the long, thick black dildo out of
my rectal passage until only the head of the fat dildo was embedded.  She
then pushed forward, burying it once again.  She kept this up at a steady
pace, in and out, in and out, and I found that with each inward thrust it
became easier and easier for her to drive the monster home.  My rectum was
being widened by the foreign invader, and I found that the pain and
discomfort lessened until there was no pain at all.  It started to feel
good, and I started to groan.
   I watched the beautiful Monica Stevens in the mirror as she defiled me.
I saw the lust in her eyes.  I saw her getting more and more aroused until
she could take it no more and her climax hit her like a tidal wave.
   "Aaaaaaaaggggghhhhhh!  I'm cuuuuummmmiiiiinnnnngggg!" she screamed in
ecstasy as she picked up her pace and drove the black intruder in and out
of my ass at lightning speed.  She was riding her climax out except that
the probes imbedded in her cunt and ass were taking her higher and higher.
The faster and harder she battered my ass, the more aroused she became
until orgasm built upon orgasm.  It went on and on as I was twisted and
pulled to and fro.
   She became more violent in her thrusts as her orgasms increased, and my
poor cock flopped wildly under me, hitting my belly with each successive
thrust.  I could hear the smacking noises as her harness hit up against my
ass, signaling that the black intruder had penetrated me to its limit.  My
colon was being pounded and would have been entered if the anal intruder
was any longer.
   "Oh my God!  This is amazing!" Mrs.  Edwards groaned as she finally got
off the rollercoaster and the orgasms subsided.  She continued to drive the
fat dildo in and out of my battered ass but slowed down with each
successive thrust until, finally spent, she collapsed on my back.
   I could feel the warmth of her tits as they were crushed into my back. I
could feel her rock hard nipples as they stabbed me.
   "Don't refer to my breasts as tits," Monica Stevens hissed.  "You know I
hate that word."
   She slowly peeled herself off my back.  She was totally sated.  She was
more than satisfied.  She was a woman who had cum multiple times, but in
contrast I was anything but satisfied.  My cock was still hard and
neglected, and the ache in my balls was unbearable.
   She walked around in front of me and removed the strap-on.
   "I could make you lick this clean, Joseph, but I won't.  I'm not that
cruel," she said with a smile on her face.
   I would be smiling too if I had cum as many times as she had.
   Mrs.  Stevens then released me.
   "You may take the ankle cuffs off, Joseph.  They won't be needed any
longer," she said quietly.
   I stood there with my legs spread.  I was too sore to put them together.
   Mrs.  Stevens walked up to me, took my hands, and placed them on the
sides of her breasts.  I felt their warmth and resiliency as me fingers
caressed the sides of her huge breasts.
   "You earned it, Joseph.  I promised you my breasts if you let me
sodomize you.  It's up to you how long you will possess them.  As long as
you satisfy me, they are yours," she said.
   I worked my fingers up towards her long hard nipples.  I knew she
expected me to grab and squeeze them, but at the last moment I changed
directions and ignored her nipples completely.  Then I started to kiss the
side of her left breast.  I was in heaven.  I never in my life had my mouth
on a breast so large and beautiful.  I kissed every inch of her breast as
my hands explored those glorious mounds always avoiding her nipples which I
knew were begging and aching for attention.
   My lips traveled up and down the deep valley that her breasts formed,
and then traveled up the valley to kiss every inch of her right breast.  I
loved her breasts.
   All this time Mrs.  Stevens was groaning as I showered all of my
attention on her mammoth breasts.
   "Kiss my nipples," Joseph," she pleaded, but I ignored her pleading as I
squeezed and kissed and sucked on her delicious morsels.
   "You're driving me crazy!  Please kiss my nipples," she begged.
   My right hand traveled down to her well used pussy, and I discovered
that she was dripping wet.  The fire in her loins had been rekindled, and I
intended to fan the flames to a fever pitch.  I lightly ran my finger over
her hard, throbbing clit, and she jumped.
   "Yes, my clit, squeeze my clit, Joseph," but I ignored her and her clit.
Let the fire rage on.
   I squeezed the meat of her tit which sent signals to her nipples which
now looked much harder then before.  I know she desperately wanted me to
touch them.
   "Oh!  Oh!  You're driving me crazy, Joseph," she moaned.  "Let's move
over to the bed."
   She had me lay down on the bed, and I complied.  I felt for sure I had
everything under control.  Her nipples would receive attention, but only
when I decided.
   She adjusted the camera so that it was focused on the bed.  This lady
was kinky.  She would probably spend her time watching the video over and
over again.
   She then straddled my chest and leaned over to kiss me as she held my
arms down.  Her large nipples grazed my chest, sending chills up and down
my spine.  In the middle of the kiss I heard a click and then another
click. Monica Stevens had shackled my wrists to the headboard.
   "What are you doing?" I asked.
   "You're teasing me, Joseph, and I don't like to be teased," she said as
she slid down and lodged my hard throbbing cock between her pussy lips.
   "Oh yeah, that feels so good."
   I groaned.
   "Please don't do that," I begged.
   "Why not, Joseph?  Is your cock reserved for your wife, only?" she asked
with a note of sarcasm in her voice.
   "You know it is," I answered.
   "Yes, I know, but that's too bad," she said.
   She continued to massage my cock which was still nestled between her
labia.  The head of my cock rubber her hard clit, sending waves of pleasure
throughout her body.
   Now, Joseph, suck on my nipples," she ordered as she leaned forward and
moved her right nipple towards my mouth.
   "And what if I don't?" I asked boldly, feeling sure that I was still in
control.
   "Then I'll do this," Monica Stevens said as she slid up higher on my
hard cock and allowed it to enter her pussy.
   "Don't do that!" I yelled with panic in my voice.
   "Then you better get busy and suck on my nipple," Monica hissed.
   Monica Stevens won.  I took her nipple and drew it into my mouth.  I ran
my tongue all around the turgid stalk and sucked hard on it.
   "Oh yes, like that.  It feels so good," Monica cooed as she slid another
inch of my cock into her pussy.
   I grated my teeth over her nipple and then captured it between my teeth.
Monica pulled up distending her nipple.
   "Don't let go," she ordered me as she continued to rise, pulling her
breast out of shape.  At the same time her pussy swallowed another inch of
my cock.
   "Now the other breast, Joseph," she said as she moved her left nipple to
my mouth.
   As I took her nipple into my mouth, Monica sank another two inches of my
cock into her pussy.  She then started to rotate her hips, enjoying the
feeling of my large cock buried in her snatch.
   I panicked.  This was the one act I wouldn't commit with another woman.
   "Please don't do that, Mrs.  Stevens.  You know I can't fuck you," I
begged.
   Monica ignored me as she sat up, burying all eight inches of my cock in
her warm, inviting pussy.
   "That's not fair.  You got me all hot and bothered, and now you don't
want to satisfy me," she whined.
   She raised herself up allowing my cock to see the light of day before
she buried it once more in her hot pussy.  It felt so good but it was so
wrong.  I watched her breasts as they flopped up and down on her chest. 
They were magnificent.
   "You must stop, Mrs.  Edwards!" I begged.
   She leaned over and kissed my ear.  She then stabbed her tongue into my
ear and made out with it.
   "I'll tell you what," she whispered.  "I'll ride your cock for only a
couple of minutes.  Just long enough for me to cum, and then I'll get off
of you before you cum.  That's not considered fucking especially if you
don't cum, is it?"
   She was really stretching it, but I could live with that.  If she got
herself off and then dismounted before I came, then we really didn't have
sex.
   "OK," I relented.  "That sounds fair, but you have to promise to
withdraw before I cum."
   "Oh, don't worry, baby, I will," she assured me.
   She then sat up on my cock and rode me like a bucking bronco.  My cock
slid in and out of her warm moist tunnel, and I was in heaven.  It was
amazing how she could squeeze my cock.  Her pussy was like a vise.  Her
tits bounced wildly on her chest as she increased her pace.  I wanted to
reach up and grab her breasts by the nipples, but I couldn't.
   "Oh yeah, your cock feels so good, Joseph," she groaned.  "We should
have done this much sooner."
   She squeezed her own breasts as she ground her pussy down on my cock,
pressing the head of my cock against her cervix.  This really excited her,
and I could tell she was close.  Suddenly she stiffened and then went wild
as her orgasm hit her full force.  She bucked up and down like a mad dog,
and I felt the cum boiling in my balls.  I wouldn't last much longer.
   "Mrs.  Stevens, you have to get off now!" I screamed, but all she did
was groan as she was still in the midst of her orgasm.  She leaned over,
placing her hands on either side of my head.  Her huge tits were in my
face. My mouth was all over them as I devoured the mammoth mammaries being
offered to me.  In this position she rode my cock faster and faster, and
then without warning my balls exploded and shot load after load of hot cum
into her spasming pussy.  This triggered another orgasm as she came again
and rode me harder and faster, milking every last drop of cum out of my
balls.
   I should have felt good after a mind-blowing orgasm like that, but I was
horrified.  I cheated on my wife!  I committed the ultimate sin!  I had
fucked another woman!
   Mrs.  Stevens rubbed her tits all over my face.
   "That was wonderful.  You know how to treat a woman.  You definitely are
a breast man, Joseph," she cooed.
   "Please release me," Mrs.  Stevens.
   Monica Stevens lay on top of me for several minutes before releasing my
wrists from the restraints.  I grabbed my clothes and hightailed it out of
there.  I couldn't believe that I had just fucked another woman.
   Several weeks had gone by, and I had not returned to Mrs.  Steven's
home. She had called me every day, numerous times, but I refused to answer
her calls.  Because of her, I had committed an unspeakable act, and now I
had to find some way to make it up to my wife.
   I knew that no matter how much I wanted to see Mrs.  Steven's again, I
couldn't.  It would only lead to more of the same.  She would offer me her
tits, and I would end up fucking her.  And every time I did that, a little
bit more of me would die.  So I ignore her calls.
   I was starting to come to terms with what I had done.  I paid a great
deal of attention to my wife, Madge, and she was happier than ever.  She
loved the attention.
   I had just returned from a computer call.  When I entered the house, my
wife was standing by the TV with a distance look on her face.  I knew
something was wrong.
   "What's the matter, Madge?  You look like you've seen a ghost," I said.
   "I got this in the mail today," she said impassively as she handed me
the manila envelope.
   "What is it?" I asked.
   "Look for yourself," she replied.
   Inside the manila envelope was a DVD.
   "Play it," she said with no emotion.
   I popped the DVD into the player.  I was not prepared for what appeared
on the screen.  The video had been professionally edited to blur out
Monica's face, but my face was clearly visible.  There I was lying on her
bed, my hands restrained, fucking the shit out of this large breasted woman
that had been nothing but trouble for me since the day I met her.
   Madge looked at me as tears welled up in her eyes.
   "I could forgive you anything, Joe.  Anything, but this.  I want a
divorce," she said as she quietly walked towards the door and left.
   I stood there like a stake that had been driven deep into the ground.
   THE END?
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Much More Than a Computer Call