Infatuation with a Co-Workers Tits Ch. 17

Author's note: I suggest reading chapters 14, 15, and 16 before reading this. It will make more sense.

The next morning, I called Katherine and asked her if she could come into my office. I damn near had a stroke when she walked in.

Ha! she thought to herself. Look at that reaction! Ha!

She came in wearing one of the outfits we had purchased at the mall yesterday. She had chosen the peach colored one piece, strapless micro mini dress. It wore like a second layer of skin. The color made her tan skin come alive. The top barely covered those luscious tits. Her erect nipples were poking just under the top of the dress. I know those areolas were just dying to peek out. The bottom hem fell just below her incredible ass. There was no way she was sitting down wearing that and not doing a Sharon Stone Basic Instinct flash. It clung to every 38-24-36 curve.

"You, uh, you looked really, um, nice today, Katherine," I said right after I picked my tongue up off the floor. You fuckin' cock hungry slut!

She ran her hands across her body. "Why, thank you, Mark. That's very nice of you to say. I'm still unsure about the fit, you know, up here," she said cupping her luscious breasts. "I just have to be very careful. Remember?" She took a deep breath and the girls came flying out. She left them out just long enough for drool to form at the corners of my mouth before she tucked them away.

"Oh! Yeah. Right. How could I forget?" I asked with a crooked grin.

"Thank you for purchasing it for me yesterday. I promise I'll pay you back."

You already have in spades! I waved my hand at her. "Don't sweat it. It was the least I could do." After those fuckers gang banged you and stole your clothes! Ha!

"Yes, well, be that as it may, why did you ask me to come see you today?" I wonder if he wants to show me his cock...(GASP!) I must stop thinking about it! But...but I can't!

"Listen, I have a confession. Well, not so much as a confession as, well..."

Katherine had a concerned look on her face. "What...what is it?"

"You might want to close the door." I leaned back in my chair. "Look, Katherine, I don't have an infatuation with your tits."

Her jaw dropped. "You most certainly do!" She was so stunned at my statement she didn't even admonish me for my language. "You...you undress me every time I'm around you! Are...are you saying you're cured?"

I chuckled. "No, nothing like that. Don't get me wrong. You've got great tits."

"(gasp) Mark! Language! Please!" There it is.

"Okay. Fine. You've got great...breasts. And I love seeing them. But I'm not infatuated with them." Hell yeah I am! But, anyone who's fucked 'em would be! "I'm a guy. Simple as that. I'm a guy."

Her face was turning red. "That...that's not true! It's not that simple! You're...you're a pervert! A pervert who's infatuated with my breasts!" Anyone listening close enough would hear her screeching.

"Look, I can prove it. I can prove I'm no different than any other red blooded American male."

She crossed her arms, almost making the girls fly out of her dress again. I love that dress! "I'm going to invite a couple of guys in here one at a time under the guise of talking about a design. While we're doing that, I want you to watch their eyes. I mean, really watch their eyes. I promise you, they're going to spend more time looking at your ti...breasts than at the job." I paused. A crooked smile crossed my face. "You might want to watch the bulges grow in their pants, too."

Her jaw dropped. "I don't believe a word you're saying!"

I shrugged my shoulders. "I'm telling you, all guys are perverts. Some are just better at hiding it than others. Apparently, I'm not that good at hiding it. I promise you, even your darling Darren is a fucking pervert."

"(GASP!) He most certainly is not!"

I shrugged my shoulders again. "Okay, if you say so. But I promise you, he is."

"That's impossible!"

"Okay, whatever. And this same exercise will show that you still need to be in 'the program' because you're nothing but a cock-loving slut."

I thought she was going to stroke out. "How...how...how can you say that?! I...I...I most certainly am not! I...I'm a good, Catholic girl! I wasn't raised that way! I'm not like that!"

I couldn't help but laugh. "Ha ha ha! Yeah, okay. Keep lying to yourself. I saw you try to see my crotch when you walked in. I'll bet you dreamed about it last night. Hell, I'll bet you're thinking about it right now."

Her face flushed. She knew every word I just said was true. But she would never admit it. She looked at the floor and quietly said, "That...that's not true."

"Yeah, okay. Then I guess this experiment will tell us one way or the other, right?"

"Yes, I suppose you're correct. How shall we proceed?"

I explained to her in general terms what I wanted her to do, and what I expected to happen. After she agreed to the ground rules, I lowered the shades on my floor-to-ceiling glass wall and dialed the phone. It wasn't long before Steve walked in.

"Hey, man, what's u...wow! Oh, uh, hey, uh, Katherine." It was the first time he'd seen her and her painted on mini dress today. "Wow! You, uh, you look great today."

She blushed. "Oh! That's very kind of you, Mr. Helton. Thank you."

He pulled his gaze away from her to look at me. "So, uh, what's up?"

"Well, we've got this project we're working on and wanted your opinion on it."

Soon the three of us were leaning over my desk staring at the designs spread across it. Katherine subtly watched Steve to see if what I had suggested was true. Which, of course, it was. His eyes darted frantically from the papers to her cleavage, back and forth, spending far more time in her cleavage than on the task at hand.

Oh my goodness! It's true! Katherine thought to herself. He's practically staring at my breasts! Her gaze shifted down. Ohmagawd! His...his pants! He...his groin is bulging! Ohmagawd! He...he's getting an erection! Could it be? Could Mark be right?! No! That's impossible!

The longer the conversation went on, the more obvious it became that Steve was far more interested in Katherine than in the project. And, as I had predicted but was still somewhat surprised to see, Katherine's glances towards Steve's growing bump became more and more obvious.

I wonder how big he is? I wonder if it's as big as Mark's? I wonder...stop! Stop it! Stop thinking about Mark's penis! Stop thinking about men's members! As hard as she tried to fight it, she found herself becoming aroused. Maybe he's right? Maybe Mark's not infatuated with my breasts after all. Maybe...maybe these men aren't infatuated with my breasts. Maybe...they truly desire me! For a Catholic woman who attended all-girl schools, being fancied by men was a revelation to her.

Mercifully for Steve, I decided we had seen enough. "Thanks for coming in, man. We really appreciate your input on it."

Steve's face was flushed. His pants looked uncomfortable as hell. "Oh, yeah, uh, no problem. Glad to help."

"Yes, thank you so much, Steve." Katherine took a deep breath. Her hands flew to her mouth. "Oh my goodness!" Her gumdrop nipples were erect and happy to be out in the fresh air.

Steve's eyes popped out of his head. "Holy shit!"

I just sat back and watched the show.

Katherine not-so-quickly pulled her top up and tucked her globes back in. "Oh my goodness! I'm so sorry, Steve! Please forgive."

Beads of sweat were on Steve's forehead. His eyes bounced from the nipples trying to tear through the material to her blue eyes. "Oh, yeah, uh, no, uh, no problem." After an awkward moment of silence, he stepped towards the door. "Well, uh, I guess I'll...I'll, uh, just get back to work." And he stepped out the door.

I chuckled. "I guarantee he's going to the bathroom to jerk off."

"(GASP!) Mark! Please!"

"So, did you see it? Did you notice it? He couldn't keep his eyes off your ti...breasts."

"I...I might have noticed glances in my direction."

I felt a grin cross my face. "I noticed you glancing at his bulge a couple of times, too."

Her jaw fell open. "I most certainly did not!"

I couldn't help but laugh. "Ha ha ha! Yeah, okay. You're lying, but okay. So, still think I have an infatuation? Or is it every guy?"

"No, it's not every man! Steve didn't undress me with his eyes the way you do." Who am I kidding? He had me naked and was having his way with me on the desk in his mind!

"Oh-ho-ho-kay, if that's the story you want to stick with." I picked up the phone. "Hey, Bob, can you come to my office, please. We need your input with something. Yeah, thanks."

Roger followed Bob. The same scenarios played out. Roger didn't hide his stares nearly as well as the other two. And Katherine's observations of bulges became less subtle with each new visitor. By the time Roger left, Katherine felt like there was a fire between her legs that was about to consume her.

I leaned back in my chair, quite satisfied with myself. "So, are you ready to admit that I'm right?"

Katherine's face was flushed with heat. She was beginning to realize I was right. The fact that these men might desire her was almost more than she could take. She couldn't keep herself from imagining, even if it was only for a fleeting moment, what each man's penis might look like, what it might feel or taste like.

"I...I...I most certainly am not," she stuttered. "The only thing you've proven today is that those three men...could possibly have some perverted thoughts where I'm concerned. But I definitely don't feel as if they were infatuated with my breasts the way you are! What I will admit is some -- some! Some men might be, as you say, 'perverts'. But I still maintain that men in general -- men like my Darren -- aren't perverted pigs like you."

"So, are you going to stand there and deny those guys were checking you out?"

She thought about her answer. She clenched her jaw. "No, I can't deny that."

I smiled and nodded. "Well, that's something at least. So, you think there are men out there who aren't least bit interested in seeing your tits? Or fucking your brains out?"

She sucked the air out of the room with her gasp of horror. "Mark! Language! Please! Oh my God!"

I chuckled and waved my hand at her. "Okay, okay, settle down. But, seriously, you're telling me if Darren, or someone like Darren, were to have the same meeting we just had with those guys, they wouldn't have even the slightest perverted thought about you, correct?"

She crossed her arms in defiance. "Yes, that's exactly what I'm saying."

"Okay, I'll tell you what. I'm going to prove you wrong...again. Pick any guy -- any guy -- in this building who you think wouldn't have the slightest interest in seeing your ti...breasts. If you're right, I'll admit that I'm infatuated with your...breasts...and continue with the program (which I have no problem with whatsoever!). But, if I'm right, you have to admit I'm not infatuated with your breasts and apologize to me for thinking so."

With her arms still crossed, she glared at me. "Fine."

"And you've already admitted, on more than one occasion, that you're infatuated with my cock..."

"Mark! Please!"

I rolled my eyes. "Oh dear Lord. My...member. You've already admitted that. And I maintain you're infatuated with all male...members. Right?"

She looked at the ground. "Correct," she whispered.

"So, regardless of what happens, we'll stay in the program until you're cured, okay?"

"We! Until we're cured!"

"Okay, fine, whatever." Either way it's a win-win for me. "So, who's it gonna be?"

She thought long and hard about it. Finally she said with a hint of a smile, "Jimmy."

I had to think who Jimmy was. Then it hit me. "Jimmy? Jimmy in accounting?" She nodded her head with a look that suggested she had me dead to rights. For the first time, I was worried. She might have picked the one guy on the planet that would prove me wrong. I picked up the phone. "Hey, Jimmy! Can you come up here and give us a cost break down of this project we're looking at? Yeah. Okay. Thanks."

A few minutes later, Jimmy walked in, all 120 pounds of him. He was a small, mousy man. His black hair was gelled and parted at the side. His black safety glasses were shoved tight against his face. His perfectly knotted black tie ran straight down his freshly-pressed white short-sleeved shirt, which was tucked neatly into his black pants. His pocket protector was neatly tucked into his shirt pocket.

"Hey, Mark." Then he noticed Katherine. His eyes nearly popped out of his head at her dress, then he looked at the ground. "Oh! Uh, hello, uh, Katherine," he said as he shuffled his feet.

"Hello, Jimmy." She turned to me with a "told you so" look.

"So, Jimmy, take a look at this thing."

Just as before, we all huddled over the papers on my desk. Jimmy didn't even try to hide his stare. His eyes were glued to Katherine's ample cleavage.

Oh no! Katherine thought. He...he's staring at...at my breasts! Not him, too! And...oh no! His pants! He...he...oh no!

I was pleasantly surprised at Jimmy's gawking and the stirring in his pants. And I was enjoying the concerned look on Katherine's face.

"Well, I think we've got what we needed here," I said as I stepped away from the drawings. "Don't you, Katherine?"

"Uh, yes. Yes, I believe so."

I turned to Jimmy. "Thanks for coming up, bud. We really appreciate it."

"Sure, Mr. Allen, no problem."

"Yes, thank you, Jimmy." Katherine held out her hand as if she were going to shake Jimmy's. Should I do it? Mark's proven his point. It...it wouldn't be fair if I exposed my breasts to the other three men and not Jimmy. Yes, that's it! In the spirit of fairness, I should expose my breasts she thought, trying to ignore the fact that she was actually enjoying "accidentally" showing her tits to every man that walked into my office. She took a deep breath.

Jimmy's eyebrows nearly flew off his head. "Oh! Oh my gosh!" he shouted while he stared at the perfect mounds of flesh before him.

Katherine raised her hands to her cheeks in fake horror. "Oh my goodness!" She left them out for a slow count to five before she grabbed the top.

I held my hand out. "Hang on, hang on. Hang on a second there, Katherine?" Both heads turned to me.

"What?" Katherine asked with confusion.

I ignored Katherine and looked at Jimmy with a sly grin. "C'mon, man, have you ever seen a better set of tits than those?"

"Mark!" Katherine barked.

Jimmy studied them in disbelief. "Well, uh um, uh, no, I guess not."

Katherine and I said in unison, "You guess not?"

"Yeah! I mean, uh, no...no, I, uh, I've never seen a, uh, a finer..." he stammered.

"I thought not," I said. Hell, for all I knew, it was the only set of tits he'd ever seen up close and personal. "How would you like to touch 'em?" I asked with a wicked glint in my eye.

"WHAT?!" Katherine shrieked.

"Really? Can I?" Jimmy asked as if I had asked a 5-year-old if he wanted an extra scoop of ice scream.

"C'mon, Katherine. What's it gonna hurt?" I asked calmly.

She thought about it for a moment while Jimmy anxiously awaited her answer. "Well, I suppose it (gasp)..."

She gasped when Jimmy's long, thin fingers touched her hot skin. She closed her eyes and bit her lip while Jimmy softly caressed her golden globes.

"Don't forget her nipples. She loves to have her nipples pinched."

That bastard! He knows how sensitive my...oh! She squeaked when Jimmy tweaked an erect gumdrop, then the other.

Jimmy tenderly played with her tits while Katherine stood there with her arms straight at her side, doing her best not to have an orgasm right there on the spot. What is wrong with me? Why am I enjoying this so much?!

"Go ahead, lick one, Jimmy," I said, trying not to chuckle. Two heads snapped around.

"WHAT?!"

"Seriously?"

"Yeah, go ahead."

"Mark...oh!" Before she could put up any further protest, Jimmy's face was buried in her chest latched onto a tete. Her body shuddered while his tongue ran circles around her puffy areolas and massaged her fleshy mounds. She fought to keep her arms at her sides instead of running her fingers through his hair and pulling him tight. She could feel her juices running down the insides of her thighs. It wasn't long before she looked at me with pleading eyes. "Mark...please..." she moaned.

"Okay. C'mon dude, that's enough," I said with a crooked grin.

Jimmy pulled away and ran his forearm across his chin. "Wow," he sighed.

"Nice job, Jimmy. I think you almost made her cum." Their two heads snapped around at me with red faces, one from embarrassment and one from anger.

"He most certainly did not!" she screeched.

I chuckled. "Really? So you're not soaked right now?"

"(gasp) I most certainly am...am not!"

I laughed. "Ha! You're a liar. Prove it." Jimmy's eyes bounced back and forth while he watched the conversation develop.

"Prove it?! How I can I prove it?" she asked through a clenched jaw.

I nodded my head. "Come around here and I'll prove it." She thought about it for a second. Jimmy watched her tits jiggle when she walked past him and around the desk until she was in front of me glaring at me. I twirled my finger. 'Turn around." She hesitantly spun around until she was facing Jimmy again. "Now bend over," I growled.

Her heart stopped. "Mark...please..." she whispered pathetically.

"Nuh uh, I'm gonna show Jimmy what a lying bitch you are. Bend over!"

She grabbed the edge of the desk with one hand and slowly bent over until her other hand was resting on her knee and parted her legs. She nearly levitated off the floor when, in one smooth and quick motion, my hand ran up her thigh and two fingers ran the length of her slit. "Oh God!"

I pulled my hand out from under her dress and showed the glistening fingers to Jimmy, who's eyes were about to bug out of his head. "See? Look at that. Katherine, you are drenched!" I said mocking her.

"No. No, it's not true," she said without conviction.

"You want me to fuck you right here in front of Jimmy, don't you? You're such a slut."

"No! No, it's not true." Yes! Please!

"Ha!" Jimmy looked like he was about to have a heart attack. "Jimmy, you look like you're about to explode. Want Katherine to give you a blow job?"

The top of his head exploded. "Wha-wha-wha-what?!"

"WHAT?!"

"Oh, c'mon, Katherine. Look what you've done to the poor guy." I looked at Jimmy. "Damn, dude, that looks uncomfortable as hell," motioning at his groin.

Jimmy's head bobbed from his aching bulge to my grinning face, then covered himself. "Uh, well, uh..."

"Katherine that's all your fault. C'mon, ask him if he wants' a blow job. That's the least you can do."

She was aching for cock. But this? She twisted her head and looked back at me over her shoulder. "Mark...please..." she whispered.

I glared back at her. "What are you waiting for? You know you want to, you cock hungry bitch."

She slowly dropped to her knees and looked into Jimmy's stunned face. "Jimmy...would you...would like for me to...orally please you?" she asked without conviction.

Jimmy couldn't breathe. "Huh?"

I lightly smacked her on the side of her head. "Nooooooo. Ask him right, like I taught you."

She flinched, then took a deep breath. Her body language began to change. "Jimmy..." Another deep breath. "Jimmy, would you like...would you like for me to give you a...a blow job?" He jumped when her hands began to run up his thighs.

"I...well, uh...I, uh..." His brain had stopped functioning.

She undid his buckle and began to unzip his pants. Stuck up Katherine had left the room. Slut Katherine was on her knees. "Jimmy, would you like...for me to suck your big, fat cock? Hmmmm? Would you like that?"