The Seduction of Bobby by Bill Ward

Excerpt: The Seduction of Bobby

“I  SUPPOSE when you get right down to it I owe my present position in life to my enormous juggs, juggs that are fully able to fill to capacity a fifty four inch, triple D-cup bra. My present position is personal secretary to Jerome Carter, president of the Carter Advertising Agency, on Madison Avenue in Manhattan.

I had used my preposterous-sized boobs to great advantage during the personal job interview I had with him.

In discussing job qualifications with the other job applicants in the outer office, I discovered to my dismay that none of them typed less than sixty words a minute, and all of them took dictation. At best I could type twenty words a minute, and I took no dictation at all. The other five applicants stared rather sadly, I thought, at my massive, pendulous boobs, one saying as she rose and left in a huff, “Don’t worry, honey, you’ll get the job. The girl with the biggest tits always does if the boss is a guy.”

She taught me a good lesson, take advantage of your best attributes, and my over-sized boobs certainly were that. I am a registered nurse, and up to this time I had always worked in this capacity. However I was sick and tired of giving head to invalids’ cocks, and wanted to get into the corporate world where cocks were healthy and limber from constant use.

So, before entering the president’s office, I unbuttoned the top four buttons on my drum-tight sweater, exposing a massive chasm of shadowy cleavage. As I entered the magnificently appointed office of the president, I swung my broad, shapely hips a bit, my epic-sized teats swaying ponderously to and fro.

Jerome Carter was a tall, distinguished looking man with iron grey hair, seemingly in his mid-sixties. Unfortunately a rather protruding belly marred his attractiveness to me. I instinctively knew that I mustn’t let this interview get into a discussion of my job qualifications, of which I had nil, so I took the bull by the horns, so to speak, and sauntered up to his huge mahogany desk and placed my hands on it. I bent down and leaned towards him, my massive melons plunging forwards, almost pouring out of my unbuttoned sweater, his eyes plunging like a hand into the vast depths of my cleavage as I purred, “I’m Barbi Baker, Mr. Carter, and I promise you that if you hire me … big things will come your way.”

Of course I got the job, he not even bothering to interview the girls in the outer office.

As I went to work the following morning, I had some doubts. Could the antiquated Mr. Carter perform? Advancing years may have had their toll. Did he have enough sex-drive to continue a relationship with me?

As I entered his office, my gigantic jugs swinging from side to side in my much-too-tight dress, self doubts filling my mind, I was delighted to see that as he stood by his enormous window, staring out, there was a protuberance in his trousers, the old bugger had a hard-on ready and waiting for me … and not only that, it was an enormous hard-on, at least nine or ten inches, I would judge, jampacking his crotch … there was plenty of life still there.

“O-Oh, good morning Miss Baker … I—I was just thinking about you,” he stammered, his face reddening as he stared at my titanic teats, his boner growing even larger.

“I see that you have, Mr. Carter … can I do anything for him … oh I mean you of course?” I asked boldly, bestowing my most ravishing smile on him as I moved forwards in my sky-high heels.

He began to perspire as I moved dangerously close to him, just the tips of my huge, pendat breasts pressing against his chest, his enormous boner prodding at my butter-soft thighs. As though by accident, I let my hand brush against the mighty protrusion, and found it as hard as steel … this was a man.

“W—Well, perhaps we can begin the day by your getting rid of this bloody great thing, Miss Baker,” he grinned, gesturing towards his prodigious hard-on.

“Barbi, please call me Barbi when we’re being intimate,” I breathed hotly into his ear, pressing forward and mashing my massive melons all over his chest, grinding my crotch over his great hard-on.

Excerpt From: Bill Ward. “The Seduction of Bobby.”