Best. Job. Ever! Pt. 02

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Measuring Up at Burns and Adrian.
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Part 2 of the 4 part series

Updated 10/18/2022
Created 04/17/2013
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"Big Tits, Big Dicks and Fantasy Fucking!"

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Thursday afternoons were really quiet at B&A. The seamstresses and consultants (sales ladies) all had the day off. Mrs Bird came in for a half day and was gone by noon. So I had the place to myself to take care of what ever had to be done. I was usually gone by 4pm, locking up after I was done. Mrs. Bird had given me a key after my second month on the job. Of course she still "dropped in" every Thursday afternoon just to check up on me but I think she was beginning to trust me. A little.

It was almost three pm and I was readying to leave. So imagine my surprise when the doorbell rang. And rang. And rang.

When I finally got there, unlocked and opened up, a figure ducked under my arm and pushed into the show room.

"It's about time!" she exclaimed. "I thought no one was here!"

"Well," I started.

"Never mind. I'm here. I'm ready for my appointment! Where is Mrs. Bird?" she demanded.

"She's not here," I started again. "We don't have..."

"Nonsense! I have an appointment!" she repeated. Her voice was a little less certain and I took a moment to examine my unexpected visitor.

Smothered in an oversized trench coat against the autumn chill she didn't look like one of our usual customers. They tended to be coiffed and pampered women of means. This young lady was somewhat unfashionable. Her blonde hair had been cropped short as was the current fashion. But her shoes were sensible walking shoes, her jeans were too loose to be up to date. And I couldn't see anything else about her since she was all bundled up. But I couldn't overlook the rose bud mouth and pert nose underneath her china blue eyes. She looked like she was about to cry as she peered around the shop. She was too pretty to cry. I wished there was something I could do to help.

"But I came so far! On the bus. I hate the bus! My Mom said she made the appointment with Mrs. Bird just for me! I didn't want to come. I hate getting fittings! It's so, um, embarrassing..." she ran down and just looked at me. Tears were welling up in her eyes.

"Can't you help? I don't want to have wasted the afternoon!" Her voice was on the ragged edge.

I couldn't help feeling sorry for her. But I didn't know what I could do. I had no idea how the consultants and Mrs. Bird did what they did.

"I'd love to help, young lady,"

"Missy, call me Missy."

"Um, of course, Missy. But I'm the accountant, not a fitting consultant. I would hardly know where to start." I explained.

"Well, I suppose you could just do the beginnings, right? I hate to have wasted the whole afternoon," she repeated.

"Um, well..." I stuttered.

"I haven't had a fitting since I was 18, over four years ago. I used to come with my Mom but..." again her voice trailed off as she turned to face me.

"Please?" she begged again as she struggled out of her coat. Dropping it on a chair she turned to face me with a sigh of resignation.

HOLY SMOKES! Underneath a loose ribbed sweater Missy was smuggling a prime pair of watermelons! The sweater was tucked into her jeans which only emphasized the difference between her waist and bust line.

"Well, I suppose I could take some preliminary data and give Mrs. Bird an idea of what you are looking for," I offered. Faced with the chance to get to know the second largest pair of tits I'd ever seen probably had a lot to do with my change of attitude.

"That's great!" she enthused. "Now, how do we start?"

"Well," I temporized. "What did you do the last time you were here?"

"Um," she started to blush, "they took my measurements. You know," she touched her hips, waist and bust lightly to indicate what had been measured. "I suppose we should start with that." She glanced up at me from under her eyebrows to judge my reaction.

"Uh, okay. That sounds about right," I said as I glanced around the fitting room looking for a tape measure and ... There! I found a pen on top of a stack of forms I had seen before. The Customer Evaluation Form. I hadn't filled one out of course, but everything was pretty straight forward I saw as I read thru it.

From behind me I heard a soft rustling sound and another sigh from Missy.

When I turned I found that she had discarded her jeans and shoes. She was standing in front of my with only a pair of sensible panties and her over burdened sweater!

"Yow, uh, I mean, you, what...?" I stuttered. Smooth talker, right?

"Well," she blushed, "you have to get accurate measurements, right?" With out looking at me she began to pull her sweater up.

Without taking my eyes off her I asked her name.

"Melissa Roberts," she replied, her voice muffled under the sweater as she finally worked it up over her bust line.

I took my time writing that down giving her a chance to discard the sweater on top of the pants she had dropped on a chair.

When I looked back at her she was standing, shifting her weight from one foot to the other, her arms crossed in front of her chest. It was like trying to hide twin beach balls behind two crossed sticks. But one thing was very clear, even to me.

"That bra really doesn't fit you, Missy," I pointed out. The item in question was truly a horrible fit. There was breast flesh pooching out from under the bra cups. As she slowly lowered her arms I saw that the cleavage was being forced up and out by how tightly the cup cut into the soft pale pink flesh. Straps dug cruelly into her shoulders. It looked as uncomfortable as hell!

"Well, I haven't been fitted since I was eighteen, four years ago," she admitted. "I've grown a little since then, I guess. I usually just strap myself down, you know."

Grown a little? I could see seams buckling under the pressure while they tried to hold back her extravagance of breast flesh. Grown a little? Her breasts were HUGE and her bra was only ridiculously large. Yikes!

"Well, we'll get to that," I said. "Get up on the scale and we'll get started."

I thought to offer her a dressing gown, there were several on hooks behind the door, but she didn't seem to be too uncomfortable standing in front of me in only pan and an over-matched bra. I figured if she could deal with it, I certainly could, too.

She stood on the scale and stood up as straight as she could with her shoulders pulled back. This of course emphasized her massive development and I almost tripped over my own feet as I moved to stand next to her to look at the readings.

"Okey dokey, Missy, you weigh, um, 123 lbs," I read off the scale. "And you are," I pulled out the dohicky that measured her height, "five feet tall," I finished.

Turning away I quickly adjusted myself before jotting down the info on the form.

"I had hoped I'd grown up some," she remarked. "Being short sucks!"

She may have been short but there was no way she was anything but grown up! Again, Yikes!

Moving slowly, I knelt next to her and pulled the tape around her hips at the widest part.

Trying to keep a calm expression I fumbled briefly with the tape getting a snug fit and announced, "Thirty-six inches."

Moving up and taking a careful measurement, "Twenty-four."

I stood up and started to offer her the tape but she just looked at me. And at the same time she reached behind herself with both hands and started to undo her bra!

"What are you doing?" I asked.

"We need to get an accurate measurement, right? Well, I have to take off this lousy bra so you can get the right numbers". She seemed nervous but determined.

I gulped as she allowed the bra to slide down and off her over-grown pumpkins. She dangled the bra from her hand momentarily and then tossed it onto the chair with the rest of her clothes.

Her breasts were spectacular, beyond spectacular! Round and solid, with just enough softness to show that they were real. They didn't sag really. They jutted roundly from her chest, ending in the largest nipples I'd ever seen. The nipples were almost an inch wide, centered in the middle of pink aureola and just barely raised from the surface.

Noticing my attention Missy raised her hands to cover her self which caused her breasts to balloon under the pressure creating a mind blowing cleavage. Well, it blew my mind at least.

"Okay," I mumbled as I moved behind her with the tape in my hand.

"Please," she murmured, "I'm very sensitive."

"I'll be careful" I responded.

Carefully I drew the tape around the fullest part of her bust line. As I bent down to peer at the number I heard her inhale with a hiss. I let the tape drop and stood up.

"I'm sorry, I'll have to do it again, Missy. I think I got it wrong," I may have gotten it wrong. The number I had gotten seemed unlikely.

Again I drew the tape around her breasts, my finger tips just brushing her skin as I worked. Again I heard her inhale tremulously as I worked. I thought I saw her nipples grow a bit as I looked in the mirror.

Holding the tape taut I again read the number.

"Can this be right?" I asked as I stood up. I didn't let the tape go as I read it again. "This says 48 inches?" The disbelief in my voice was real.

"Uh, well, I suppose so," Missy responded with a gulp. "The last time I got measured I was 44 inches. And I'm older now, so..." her voice died when our eyes met in the mirror.

Four inches growth? An inch a year? In a grown women? That didn't seem likely to me. But what the hell?

"And, uh, I'm going to need the special bra cups," she told me as a flush rose in her face. "You know, to cover my, ah, that is, to hide, um. My nipples!" she blurted.

"Your nipples?" I repeated.

"Well, when they get stimulated they get so big!" she explained. "It's embarrassing, you can see them thru my sweaters and every thing. I'll show you. Promise you won't laugh?"

"I won't laugh, Missy. I only want to help you." I swore.

"It's just that I'm so very sensitive. It's hard to control myself sometimes." She was blushing furiously now.

"See?" she asked as she hefted her right breast in her right hand and plucked at her nipple with the other. As I watched, transfixed, her nipple grew, expanding, thickening, extending outward until, when she let it go it was at least an inch long and thicker than her thumb! I'd never seen anything like it!

She turned away from the mirror to face me.

"You see why I need the special cups?" She asked. She was still cupping her tit, almost offering it to me in supplication.

With a groan I dropped my head and locked my lips around the most enticing nipple I had ever seen. Sucking, licking, nipping with my teeth I worked over that nipple. I lapped at it, pursed my lips over it and sucked in rapturous adoration!

I finally pulled away and glanced at her face in embarrassment.

"I'm sorry, Missy! I shouldn't have done that. Please forgive me?" I begged.

"No, no, you were right! I wasn't fully erect. I can see that now. It felt so good! And look how big I am now!" She was right. The nipple in front of me was much larger than before.

"Do the other one!" she demanded as she swung her other breast into my face. "Make it feel as good as you did this one!" She was pulling strongly on the nipple that had just been freed from my mouth with her thumb and forefinger while she pushed the other tit into my face. Her face was scrunched up in passion. "I know you can make me cum if you suck it hard enough!"

Ten minutes later we were lying on the floor while I sucked and played with both tits. Her legs were around my back, her panties flapping wildly from one ankle as she threw her pussy at my banging cock.

She had been right! It had only taken a few minutes of ministration to her second tit to bring her to an orgasm! I'd never know that a woman could get that much pleasure from tittie play, but I loved doing it. And she loved my doing it to her. As soon as she had caught her breath she had torn down my pants and demanded that I bang her as hard as I could.

And I was! Banging and banging, we were fucking like rabbits in the middle of the fitting room. I would suck on one tit for a while and switch to the other when she used both hands to drag my head across her chest and clutch me to her other breast.

Banging and banging, she was crying with pleasure, pleading for me to suck harder, play with her tits and to bang her deeper and deeper. Who was I to say no?

Banging and banging, I couldn't help but think, "I'm going to get fired! I'm going to get fired! Mrs. Bird will walk in any moment and I'm going to get fired." And I didn't care!

Banging and banging the hottest girl I'd ever met with the second biggest set of tits I'd ever seen was SO worth it. Even if I did lose the

Best. Job. Ever!

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AnonymousAnonymousalmost 10 years ago
nice

Thanks dave. There simply are not enough good nipple sucking scenes on this site. That's my favorire thing to read (and have done). Well done on this one!

AnonymousAnonymousover 10 years ago

At last, the next installment! I've been checking back practically every week, actually. Like Adrian Burns said, it would be great to see more of the B&A series. (And if Mr. Burns himself would also be inclined to write in the same story line, that would really make my month.)

AnonymousAnonymousover 10 years ago

Yup, you've been missed, good to see you.

Too bad he will be fired though !

AdrianBurnsAdrianBurnsover 10 years ago
Oh, Happy Day!

Welcome back, DDDDave, you've been missed.

Glad to see you continuing this story.

Enjoyed the measuring scene. Liked how Missy's expanding nipples skewed the results and how measuring said nipples evolved into a nipple-sucking sex fest.

I like that the protagonist is now in the measuring business. Hopefully, Mrs. Bird approves and he gets to measure even more customers.

I don't know how you feel about the future of this story; but with B&A's present clientele and word of mouth, it seems this story can go on in literary perpetuity. I can see B&A being franchised and the protagonist going to other states and countries. He can do a measuring seminar and have a room full of super-endowed customers to "check" for proper fitting. He can service a celebrity B&A customer. The mind boggles at what you can do with this story/series.

This was a great way to end the week, DDDDave, thanks for the new post.

And, of course, being me, I have to say something about NOT getting Missy's cup size; but with the protagonist banging her (by story's end); I'm sure, assuming he doesn't get fired, he'll get back to completing the Customer Evaluation Form and we'll have that info sooner or later! :-)

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