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Robert Densmore eyed to two housekeepers up and down. They were tall and sexy, but he didn't like the blond's self-satisfied expression. "Now listen here," he told them harshly. "I'm paying you to clean and cook. The first time I catch you sitting on your big. fat asses, you’re fired. Understand?" Chuckle Densmore frowned at the strange bulges filling the fronts of their dresses between their legs. He wanted to tell his dad to fire them right on the spot, except that he also wanted a chance to pat those broad bottoms. It couldn’t hurt if they kept the girls on for a few days. They would quit just like all the others after they found out what it was like to work for the Densmores. It had been so bad for Mrs. Densmore that now she was in an asylum.
At the dinner table Chuckle said to his dad, 'I hope these two can cook." "Ever, if they can't. I'm going to get my money's worth out of them. They'll work like horses. I'm going to make them clean the whole cellar after... What?" The girls came into the kitchen carrying dinner. Nadia, the blond, had the soup balanced on the wide shelf of her bust. WilIowan had the prime rib perched on the jutting curve of her enormous, muscular rear end. "Oh no," Chuckle said. "What kind of freaks did that Stant Agency send us?" "This is ridiculous." Mr. Densmore said, sounding even nastier than usual. "Don't you two know how to serve? I can't believe how stupid you are." But the girls did it their way, ruining the meal for father and son.
After dinner Mr. D. heard the shower running. He was infuriated that the airls would be in there instead of working. With Chuckle he went to check on them. He t-oid his son, "And we’ll get a peek at what they look like nude." They were enjoying the rear view when Nadia turned enough that they could see what she had between her legs. They were stunned at the sight of a big princk bobbing there. Mr. D. unconsciously touched the comparatively small bump between his own legs and bit his lip. ■Don’t look now," Wi1Iowan whispered to Nadia, "but we've got a couple of creeps spying on us. Let’s teach then a lesson."
The two huge women sprang out and grabbed the unprepared males. Willowan said to Chuckie, "They must've not taught you much at college, if you're stupid enough to pull a stunt like that. Here, get a good close look at me." "Unhand me," Mr. D. demanded as Nadia held his arms with bruising force. Instead of obeying, she lifted him off the floor and held him in the air. "You can stop giving orders as of right now." She got one hand on his neck and nearly choked him. "You two are going to pay for every mean word you've said to us and to all the housekeepers who went before us." Her princk Jabbed him painfully between the legs as she shook him so violently he thought his neck would snap.
The Densmore's, father and son, were thrown to the floor. Their gigantic housekeepers plumped their heavy duty butts onto the luckless males’ chests. •Open up,” Willowan told Chuckle. "Help me get this totem pole hard. * She stroked her half erect princk, making it slap aqair.st his face. Drops of clear liquid leaked out and landed on his cheeks. He zippered his lips to keep any from getting in his mouth. "Hey," said the spirited girl. "No fair." She pinched Chuckle’s nose so that he had to open his mouth to breathe. This time when she milked the juice from her princk she made sure of where it went -- right into his unwelcoming mouth. “Open up,’ Nadia told Mr. D. "You know what they say. Like father, like son. Or do I have to bang your empty head on the floor?"
-Now I'm nice and hard," Willowan said happily. "Ohhh. and I'm just qettinq messier and messier. It’s lucky your face is down there for keeping all this yum from getting all over the floor." She jerked his hair every time he started to close has mouth. Keep it open or you'll get a lot more than juice in there." 'Get your big tail end off me, you freak show reject," he hollered at her. "You don't know what's good for your health, do you? I may decide to stay right where 1 am for the next hour or three. Maybe I'll bounce up and down on your skinny little body, like this." She landed her enormous buns heavily on his stomach a few times, which knocked some of the fight out of hin. "Wait till you feel how hot my princk's getting. Here, let me press it to your cheek."
"Mr. Dcnsmore," Nadia teased. "Why are your eyes getting so big? Are you trying to get a better look at ny equipment? Is that it? Let me move forward so you can see it close up.' She settled her biq balls over his mouth. 'Better?" He kicked and bucked, but couldn't unseat her. The end of her princk kept dripping like a melting candle, with his face directly below to catch every qooey drop. And this candle wasn't getting any shorter. Ouite the opposite. Inch for inch she had him beat, with plenty of inches to spare. Her powerful thichs squeezed his head between them. She coaxed more juice from her princk and laughed every time more splatted on his head. She said, "Maybe it'll make your hair grow back.'*
"Looks like your old man’s getting buried under Nadia's nuggets. We don’t want him to have all the fun. do wc? Sure wc don't. Let's give you a taste of my cannonballs... and my cannon." She rolled her log all over the thrashing younger Densmore's face. Her juice was in his hair and his eyes and even in his nose. His head was resting in a spreading slick of it. rI'm sorry," he said when she let him take a breath. "I shouldn't have said all that rotten stuff to you earlier. T apologize. Honest." "Forget it," she told him. "I've walked throuqh enouqh bull pastures to know not to step in that stuff. There's only one way you're going to ever learn."
"THIS is how you're going to learn," Willowan said as she pinched shut Chuckie’s nose once more. Her leaking princk hovered over his sealed lips until he could keep them shut no longer. He only needed a second to suck in a breath, but that was all the time she needed to invade his mouth. Her oversized princkhead got jammed between his lips and, after that, he had no hope of getting his mouth closed again. Willowan held his nose for several seconds more to make it clear that if she wanted to. she could cut off all his air and suffocate him. That hot wad of flesh filled his mouth like a quart of ice cream in a pint container, except that it wasn’t anything sweet and cold that he was tasting.
Both girls were going happily about the business of stealing their victims' oral virqimty. Killowan held onto Chvlckie’s head and zealously taught him what it meant to ride the rocket. "Drink it down," she urqed him. "You're losing too much. Don't you know every drop I put out is precious?” Nadia fed her princk into Mr. D's gullet a slow inch at a time. More than once she was elose to cominq, but she always held back. This was goir.q to last as long as she could make it last. She frequently turned her head to see what Willowan was doing with Chuckie. The copper-skinned girl was usually watching Nadia and getting off on what she was doing to Mr. D.
Both girls were going happily about the business of stealing their victims' oral virqimty. Killowan held onto Chvlckie’s head and zealously taught him what it meant to ride the rocket. "Drink it down," she urqed him. "You're losing too much. Don't you know every drop I put out is precious?” Nadia fed her princk into Mr. D's gullet a slow inch at a time. More than once she was elose to cominq, but she always held back. This was goir.q to last as long as she could make it last. She frequently turned her head to see what Willowan was doing with Chuckie. The copper-skinned girl was usually watching Nadia and getting off on what she was doing to Mr. D.
"Get a load of this position," Willowan called to Nadia. "I'm really crushina his arms. And my hands are free to hold his nice soft mouth exactly where I want it." She locked her eyes on Chuckle's. "Having fun? Your dirty mouth is getting a long overdue cleaning. I heard some of those comments you muttered under your breath at dinner. You said you'd like to show me what a girl's mouth is good for. Well, here's your chance, only you'll have to be the girl. ' She laughed at his horrified face, streaked and shiny with her juices. "Come on, Chuckie. Show me the right way to do it." From where he was pinned under her. Chuckle saw her face peering down from between her shapely breasts. To him she resembled nothing so much as a demon.
"Daddy here's a quick learner," said Nadia. He’s taken 14 inches. 14 ar.d a half, and wait a minute sports fans, this looks like a new record for 'Deep Throat' Der.smore. king of the princk gobblers — yes. he's taken all 15 inches provided by Nadia 'The Stick'. This is a great day in the world of princk eating." The unhappy man listened to her stinging words. He pressed his hands into the softness of her thighs, trying to push himself away from the monster plunging so far down his throat. But she kept her hands on the back of his head and used her considerable strength to make sure that he never got more than half of her princk out of his mouth, and that she allowed only so she could enjoy shoving him back on until his nose was buried in her pubic bush.
The girls couldn't hold back much longer. Willowan put Chuckle on his back and attacked hin from a new angle, sitting with her broad beam mashed down over his eyes and nose. She hunched her hips urgently, driving herself all the way down him over and over. Chuckic was sure he would never recover, would never be able to swallow anything without thinking of this hideous ordeal. And he would never eat another banana in his life, he promised himself. Nadia came, and it was long and loud. Her abundant reserves of spunk geysered down IV s throat and into his stomach. He was irreversibly defiled. Willowan wasn't long after her in shooting. Both the males nearly suffocated before the girls at last relented and withdrew their thick, slippery princks.
The long-limbed princkmaids went to the master bedroom with the prisoners of their bottoms scurrying along on their knees to try to keep up with then. They played around for a while, taking turns sgueozir.g their exercise balls, as they called the heads between their cheeks, and seeing who could qet the nost interesting reaction out of hers. The contest was declared a tie. They went to sleep with the male fares «till wedged in deep. This trick was known to completely sap a male's will by the time morninq came. The Densmores couldn't sleep much in their bizarre predicament. When they did, their drcans were filled with choking princks and crushing bottoms. For eight long hours the D's faces got pinched, massaged, and sweat-boxed.
"After all that I'm ready *or bed," declared Nadia. "Did you bring the cuffs, wi1 low?" "Of course,' said Willovan. 'This is one of my favorite parts. 1 love taking them to bed with us after we've reduced them to helpless slaves." She grabbed Chuckle, limp and trembling, off the floor and brought him to where Nadia was standing. The big blond yankec his hands around ir. front of her and h<=ndcuffed them. The college boy found himself with his face trapped between Nadia's cushiony moons. Killowan got a good qrip on his head and forced him in deeper. It was unbelievable how far she buried his face. Nacia clenched her cheeks with astounding force, so tightly that Chuckae couldn't drog himself free.
Mr. D. got the same treatment with the dark-haired girl. Almost every bit of his head vanished tn the valley of her sitter. Nadia, with Chuckle in tow, put herself behind the kneelinq father and gave him a few good whacks with her tool. The Dersmores could neither see nor hear. Their noses and mouths wore mashed against the floors of those nether canyons. Mr. D. felt Nadia's princk thumping the back of his head, as if she was trying to drive hin in deeper still. Warm drops of juice landed on his back and ran down it. To make sure he didn't retreat even a fraction of an inch, WilIowan held his hands and pulled hin. forward. "Watch this, she said to Nadia. "Watch how he shakes when I really -- ungh -squeeze ummmph -- as hard -- oh vow! — as I can. Uhhnyh. Urrghl UUMMAAHHPH! i"
In the morning the girls spent a lazy couple of hours lounging in bed. They might have stayed right there until past noon, except that Mr. D. refused to obey a simple (but rather revolting) order from Wi1Iowan. The gigantic girl became enraged at hin. She mashed his head between her puissant buttocks and swunq around, dumping him on the floor but not relinquishing her hold. Mr. D. couldn't breathe. He thrashed wildly. His hands clenched and unclenched, scratching at Willowan's princk. Nadia took his hands and held them. She even pulled to assure that he was as far into that bounteous butt as possible. His struggles went on for a long, lonq time. The bee shook as he made a final effort to break away. His movements subsided and then ceased altogether. Mr. D. was dead.
You always er.d up dome that, • Nadia said teasingly. You’re awful.” 'Don't forget what you did to that guy who gave you such a hard tine at the last place we worked." "You mean when T get his puss sucked in between my buns ana walked down that whole long flight of stairs without lettinc him go." "No. I mean when you tied his wrists to your belt and went out for a ride in his car with him under you. 1 could barely drive. I got so excited just watching.' Still exchanging memories# they went to the bathroom. Chuckie was so weak VII Iowan had to knee him. in the back to get him to show any spirit. I think he's about usee up," she said. 'The only thing that might revive him is 3 nice, long drink. Would you like that, Chuckie? You must be pretty dehydrated by now.”
He wanted a drink, but rot the kind she gave him. Nadia put him on the floor with his head bent back over the toilet bowl. She stood on his hands, pinched his nose to make him open his mouth, and aimed her pipe straight at his tonsils. "Keep your eyes on the spigot," she cooed’. "That's a good Chuckle. Here comes your drink. ' It came. And came and came and camc. lie swallowed as fast as he could, but it wasn't fast enough. It gushed down his gullet and into his stomach. Nadia seemed to have a limitless supply. "You know what they say," Willowan remarked. Drink eight glasses of water every day. The only thing is. Chuckles there#is qettir.g his all at onre." "Well, he's not complaining. Not one word!" "He's not complaining, all right. He's drowning."
Once she had drained the dragon, Nadia felt another need. Chuckie's suffering was getting her hot, hotter, hottest. She turned herself so that she had a clear shot down his vulnerable throat. Tn a single thrust she sank herself a full inches deep. The other 7^ quickly followed. As she rammed and jammed his face the hapless young man strived impotently to dislodge her. Nadia put her hand on his throat to feel the motion of her thick princk inside that narrow passage. Doing that always got her so worked up that she couldn't stop herself from coming. She shot her load deep inside him, and he could feel it burning its way down to his gut. She spunked copiously, so much that the white stuff came bubbling out around his lips. It coated his chin and cheeks. At least, Chuckie told himself, the ordeal was over. But he was wrong.
Nadia turned again, settling the vastneas of her velvety smooth rotundities over his face. She sat heavily, all but snapping his neck. All of a sudden Chuckie was snaking aiound on the tile and iraking the most distressed sounds. "Whatever is the matter with him?" KilIowan said, all innocence. "I don't know. It can't be that dinner wc made him bothering his stomach. I ate the same thing out in the kitchen. In fact. I'm sure I had lots more than both of them put together. I had a whole pile of potatoes, and plenty of prime rib. And I finished off several bowls of that great soup you concocted." 'You did. And then you had a couple of desserts. Besides the pie and ice cream you stuffed down all those chocolate eclairs. Do you think Chuckie likes chocolate eclairs?" Nadia got a big grin and said she didn't think so. "Hey, he stopped moving." Willowan said, and checked him. "Damnation, he's dead."
"It's certainly odd," Willowan said to R. , the head ox the Stant Agency. "Roth of therr died from, oh, heart attacks I quess. We saw to the removal of the bodies and everything. What else have you qot for us? Oh yeah? Husband and wife, two sons and one daughter? The guys are pretty pushy, huh? Sounds like they want somebody else to shove around? Don t worry, we'll fix that. What, Mr. R? You want us to go easy on them? Would you rather we came back to the office and went easy or you again, like we did the other day when you didn't want to send us here? No? Smart man. Now give me the number for these folks." Soon she was dialing it, thinking about the fun to come and planning. "What is it?" said Ralph Day. "From the Agency? Why the hell aren't you here yet? It seems like everybody has their head up their ass these days." "Something like that,' 'Willowan laughed. "Don't worry, we'll be right over."
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