The Year of the Cat Ch. 27

"Mmm!" Janice cried. She tilted her pelvis back to allow more of Matt's strong lips caressing her labia while dragging his tongue across her clitoris.

"Please, baby! Give me that dick!" Janice begged. "I need to feel you fill me up inside! I need to feel that fat cock stretch me out!"

Matt stood up onto his knees, directing his thick cock towards Janice's lace framed booty. He found that the garter belt she wore strapped to her hips provided an advantageous hand hold. His fingers entwined into the lace as he pulled her backwards, impaling her wet pussy with his throbbing penis.

"Oooh!" Janice moaned in rapturous pleasure. "God damn that's so good, baby!"

Matt shuddered, increasing the pace of his thrusts. A clapping sound emerged through his effort as their hips slammed into each other repeatedly.

Janice's moans soon became screams of joy as she received his massive member deep within her. The sensation of her pussy being filled so completely sent Janice into near hysterics. When she felt Matt's palm strike her ass cheek with a brisk, but gentle slap Janice howled in pleasure.

"Harder!" she exclaimed over her shoulder at him. "Fuck yes! Spank me harder!"

Matt bit his lip as he reared his hand back and gave another, more forceful slap. He immediately felt Janice's pussy clench around his cock as a massive orgasm blasted through her core.

"Oooohh!!" Janice screamed. "Yes! Baby, yes!!"

Matt pounded Janice's pussy in ecstatic pleasure until he was covered in a sheen of sweat. Finally, his balls tingled with familiar indication.

"Oh shit! Here it comes!" Matt gasped. "Where? Where do you want it?"

"Not on my lingerie, baby!" Janice begged. "Just cum inside me!"

Matt squeezed his eyes shut as the exquisite sensation of his balls launching their contents deep into Janice's vagina nearly took his breath away.

"U-uuugh!" Matt grunted through his final thrusts.

Janice sighed in deep relief as the thrum of post coitus descended upon the lovers. "Phew!" she exclaimed. "Please don't let me fall asleep in the get up." Janice smiled up at Matt, laying her head on his chest.

"You looked beautiful tonight, baby." Matt sighed, contently. "What kind of tools do you need to 'unharness' yourself?" he said with a sarcastic chuckle.

"Just a willing partner with decent fine motor skills." she answered in a soft voice.

Matt smiled after a quiet moment. "You know... seeing you getting out of this lingerie is gonna be HOT!"

Janice looked up at him, surprised. "You want to go for 'Round 2' tonight? You have to work in the morning!"

Matt shrugged. "It's your mom! How tough can it be?"

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"Hey, Boss Lady!" Matt chirped as he entered through the front door of Ladies' Day Massage for Women.

Linda smiled at him from her seat behind the small reception desk. "Well, good morning, handsome!" she exclaimed. "Ready for your first day on the job?"

Matt nodded eagerly as he cracked his knuckles. "Sure am!"

Linda stood from her chair. She wore a dark, floral printed wrap around dress. The securing tie hugged her waist, showcasing the thick curves of her tantalizing figure. Her cleavage leapt from the deep, open 'V' at her bosom.

"Okay. Let's go over the general procedure together before we open." she said, stepping towards him.

"Absolutely! Lead the way."

Linda guided Matt to one of the four sparingly decorated, dimly lit rooms with a linen covered massage table residing in it's center.

"Alright, here is where the customer will take their clothes off and lay down on their belly." Linda said. "Normally, you'll give them a few minutes in private so they can get ready... but, since it's just you and me..."

With that said, Linda reached down and untied the knot at her waist. The thin material slipped off her form with alarming ease, revealing her completely nude body underneath.

She quickly climbed onto the table and laid down, her wide booty pointed towards the ceiling. Her enormous breasts bloomed outwards from her sides as they were squashed against the bed. Matt paled a little, watching Linda's huge, naked tits wobble in the midst of her effort.

He attempted to swallow his lust, summoning his most professional demeanor as he approached Linda's nude body. He draped a thick, white towel over her lower half.

Through spoken instruction, she guided Matt's hands over her back. His fingers kneaded away at the tight muscles around her shoulder blades.

"Your instincts are spot on, Baby Boy!" Linda cooed with pleasure. "You're gonna do SO great here!"

"I hope so!" Matt responded, continuing to massage her skin with his probing digits.

Over the course of several minutes, Matt tenderly massaged the entirety of Linda's back, shoulders, arms and lower legs.

"Okay! That's enough for this side." Linda said as she raised herself up. Matt found himself unable to look away as he watched Linda's huge tits dangling with such massive volume they nearly reached the table surface from her position on her hands and knees. He gulped at the sloshing spectacle of her gingerly flipping onto her back. His cock spasmed in his pants, becoming thicker.

"Now comes the fun part!" she smiled.

Matt's mouth went dry as looked down upon Linda's nude torso. Her circular areolas in the centers of her giant, round tits stared up at him like two enormous, cartoonish eyeballs.

"W-what's the 'fun part'?" Matt's unsteady voice asked.

"A deep tissue chest massage." Linda replied, simply. "I KNOW you're an expert at THIS!" she added with a chuckle.

Matt hesitated. "I... uhh... didn't think we offered that kind of... service."

"Oh, we don't..." Linda replied, smiling.

Matt exhaled in relief.

"...unless the customer signs the waiver."

"The waiver?!" Matt gulped.

"Yeah..." Linda nodded. "It's just a standard legal document giving us permission to... get a little more personal."

Matt felt his forehead begin to sweat. "Oh... uh... interesting."

Linda raised an eyebrow at Matt's visible discomfort. "You gonna be okay doing this? I know you're a sucker for big titties."

Matt chuckled, nervously. "I see what you did there." He blinked for a moment of thought before swallowing his nervousness. "I can handle this." he replied, nodding his head. "I need this job, especially since Tracy is probably moving out. Plus I want to help you too, so... I'll do it."

"Good boy!" Linda grinned. "Now... Be a dear and give Mama's titties a proper rubdown."

"Y-yes, ma'am." Matt's trembling hands approached Linda's gorgeous globes of flesh as she closed her eyes. He began massaging the muscles on her upper chest, letting his fingers only dip slightly into the softer flesh of her bosom. Matt observed Linda's nipples becoming erect the lower his hands ventured.

"This is the part where you'd ask if they'd like a little rubbing oil." Linda said, her eyes still closed.

"Oh... W-would you like a little oil?"

"I would LOVE some! Go ahead and make these titties shine!"

"Yes, ma'am!" Matt tried not to sound too excited. He found the bottle of scented balm and poured a palmful of oil in his hand, warming it. He spread the glistening liquid upon her upper chest, spreading it downwards over her soft, round breasts. Soon, his entire palms were occupied grappling her massive volume of gorgeous, rollicking breast fat, shining like the waves of a moonlit sea. His fingers sunk deeply into her giant tits, squeezing and rubbing her immense softness.

"My god!" she whispered. "My customers are gonna love you!"

Matt's professional guise started to falter when he detected his cock had fully expanded in his pants, snaking down his leg towards his knee.

"Everything okay?" Linda asked when she noticed Matt's hesitating movements.

"I'm... uhh... not sure if I can do this without..." he took a step back to reveal the vividly clear imprint of Matt's fully engorged dick straining against his pant leg. "...THIS happening!"

"Well... THAT might be a problem!" Linda chuckled at Matts enormous dick, directly at her eye level. "I'll make sure you get plenty of breaks to rub one out if you need to..." she winked. "I'll also speak to your fiancé about sending you off to work correctly: with empty balls."

"That ought to help!" Matt grinned.

"... but for NOW." Linda continued, her eyes fixed on Matt's straining zipper. "We got ten minutes until opening time... Why don't you pull that monster out and fuck Mama's oily tits."

"If you insist!" Matt smiled, unzipping his fly and pulling his waistband down.

Linda chuckled as she propped herself on her oblique. Her shining orbs tumbled to the side, dangling over the edge of the table. Matt's cock lined up perfectly to her glistening, stacked cleavage. It seemed like an easy decision to simply press his cock between her two extraordinary breasts and thrust his hips forward. Even Matt's substantial length was completely buried to the hilt in compressed titty meat.

"Go to town, darling!" Linda hissed. "Bust your nut all over these fat knockers!"

Matt delighted in groping slippery handfuls of tit as he pumped his hips in isolated movement. His cock sliding between her heavy breasts created a slick friction that tantalized his entire shaft.

"Ooo-! I'm about to go!" Matt called out when he felt the inner rushing bliss begin to wind up.

"Coat these tit in your cum!" Linda cried. "Give me ALL of that hot load!"

Matt granted her request with a moaning grunt. White ropes of cum launched from his slitted dome, splattering across Linda's huge oil coated tits.

"Feel better?" she asked with a warm smile after she had granted him a moment to catch his breath.

"Wow!" Matt exclaimed, nodding his head. "You're already the best boss I've ever had!"

Linda grinned. "Let me show you how to clean up and launder the linens now."

"You got it!" Matt said, feeling invigorated by the new chapter in his work life commencing.

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"Linda! I don't know where you got that guy..." Mrs. Smith spoke sternly in the lobby. "But, from now on... I'd like to up my appointments to twice a week!"

Linda grinned, brightly. "It would be my pleasure, Sandy!"

"Believe me..." the middle aged woman said, fanning her face with her hand. "The pleasure is all MINE!"

Linda couldn't help but to beam with satisfaction as the woman departed the studio.

Matt was in the back room, busy changing the linens on the recently employed massage table.

"Another ECSTATIC customer!" Linda exclaimed, smiling at him as she peeked into the room from the edge of the doorway. "Whatever you're doing behind those closed doors... keep it up, Baby Boy!"

"I haven't done anything... 'waiver worthy' yet." Matt blushed, smoothing out the fresh, clean sheets across the padded table surface. "But, I'm glad the ladies approve anyway!"

"You got that Golden Touch!" Linda giggled. "Hey! Lunchtime is coming up. Got any plans?"

Matt shrugged. "I forgot to pack a lunch today, so I figured I'd just work through it."

"Wouldn't you rather spend it with your fiancé?" she asked.

"Of course!" Matt exclaimed. "I'd love to... I haven't been away from her for this long in MONTHS... but,... it's a pretty long commute back to the apartment."

"Hmm. Perhaps someone was thinking ahead for you...?" she smiled, suggestively.

Matt blinked in mild confusion as Linda's grinning face disappeared beyond the door frame with mysterious intent. Suddenly, there appeared Janice at the entrance, smiling from head to toe.

Her solid colored, fitted shirt hugged her enormous, round breasts; their immense size accentuated by the purse strap that bisected her cleavage. In her hands she held a large, covered, glass serving dish.

"Surprise!" Janice cooed. "I brought you lunch! Have you worked up an appetite yet?"

"Baby!" Matt's smile reached from ear to ear. "Oh my god! You're absolutely AMAZING! Yes! I'm starving!"

The two kissed in tender greeting.

"Y'all can have lunch in my office if you'd like." Linda called out from the front lobby. "I'll keep an eye on the door."

Once within Linda's small office, Janice removed the cover of the dish revealing a huge pile of homemade spaghetti and meatballs and spread out plates, utensils and napkins upon the desk.

"Looks delicious, honey!" Matt exclaimed taking a seat. "I'm so happy you decided to come see me. I missed the hell out you today."

"God! Me too, baby!" Janice said, happily serving a heaping pile of sauced noodles onto Matt's plate. "I've been climbing the walls at home. I just couldn't stay away. So... how's your first day going?"

"It's going well. I've done two massages already." Matt replied.

"Two lucky ladies, I'm sure!" she said with a wink, serving herself a portion of spaghetti.

Matt placed his fork on the table and looked at Janice with a serious expression. "Honey... did you know about 'the waiver' your mom has here?"

"'The waiver...'?" Janice repeated with a questioning tone. "No. What is it? Sounds so ominous!"

Matt explained the details of the legal document to Janice.

"Oh!" Janice replied once Matt had finished. "So, you're actually getting paid to play with boobies? Wow! Lucky fella!" she chuckled.

Matt blinked in surprise at Janice's unexpectedly subdued reaction. "I... I can find another job... if that's what you want me to do. It's no big deal."

"Who said anything about that?!" Janice reared back, confused. "I don't have a problem at all. In fact, we might be dependent on you staying here: I just got an email from my work this morning, they want me to come in for a meeting again." she twirled the noodles on her plate, distractedly. "If they're planning on putting me in a situation like Kendra had to go through, I won't have a choice: I'll have to quit!"

"Holy crap!" Matt sat back in his chair with a look of exasperation. "What a week!"

"Tell me about it!" Janice replied, rolling her eyes.

Just then, Linda poked her head into the office doorway. "You know, Baby Girl, while you're here, you might pay a visit to Dee Dee's to say 'thank you' for that lingerie set." she said.

Janice scoffed. "Yes, Mother..." she sighed. "I was totally gonna do that anyway!"

"What'd you think of that sexy lingerie?" Linda asked Matt.

"My mind was blown!" Matt exclaimed. "I've never seen your daughter look so sexy!"

Janice blushed. "Gee! Thanks!"

"Mind passing along my thanks too?" asked Matt.

"Of course!" Janice chirped.

The lunch break was concluded with a marinara flavored kiss between the two lovers before Janice turned to depart.

"Bye, Mom! Bye, honey! See you at home!"

"Bye, love! Thank you for lunch!"

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"Wait... WHAT?!" Kendra exclaimed over the phone speaker.

Tracy sighed. "I'm shutting down my FAN page... 'Katie Cupcakes' is retiring for good." she said with a touch of dramatic melancholy.

"All because of some punk ass stalker?!"

"Yes!" Tracy replied with an audible trembling in her voice.

"You can't let one bad apple ruin it for everybody else!"

"What do they WANT from me?!" Tracy cried. "Do they want me to put my loved ones in danger just so they can keep looking at my tits?"

"You're overreacting." Kendra replied. "Besides, you got ME in your corner now."

"You're probably right." Tracy moaned. "I need to chill. I-It's been such a tough week. I'm frazzled! My brain is going in a thousand ways at once."

Kendra's sympathetic sigh was heard over the phone. "Look, I know that shits scary when you're on your own." Kendra said, attempting to assuage Tracy's fear. "Just promise me you won't make any moves until I get there, okay?"

"When is that gonna be?"

"I'm almost ready. All my shit is packed... just gotta tie up a few loose ends. A week, tops."

She paced her room back and forth across the floor, anxiously once she had hung up the phone. Tracy regarded the constant 'ping' sounds coming from her computer with trepidation; a steady barrage of worried subscribers were messaging Katie, concerned about the sudden cease of content on her page.

"What am I going to do with you all?" she fretted to her blinking notification signal.

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Matt idly browsed through news articles on his phone, leaning back in his chair behind the lobby counter of the massage studio. The evening sun was setting behind the low roof of the strip mall complex. Linda had taken advantage of the predictable lull in activity of the late day and went home early, leaving Matt in charge of the studio by himself.

The first week of his employment with Linda was coming to a close. The success of his career move was apparent in the sore muscles of his arms and hands, which had become toned with rigorous activity. He felt satisfied with his performance as a masseuse despite the lingering, inner 'imposter syndrome' of not being a trained professional. None of his clientele had signed the legal waiver form as of yet; a recurrence that Matt was actually grateful for, as it kept his conscience clear within Janice's loving, evening embrace. Glancing up at the clock on the wall, he noted with relief that closing time was near and the happy prospect of returning home to her was running circles in his mind.

Matt's attention was focused on his phone screen when the twinkling bells of the front door sounded, indicating a customer.

"You still open?" a female voice called out from the doorway.

Matt glanced up in mild frustration from his phone to greet the poorly timed customer. He suddenly had to do an immediate stunned double take when Matt's eyes fell upon the woman at the door. He squeezed his eyes shut and quickly opened them again to make sure he wasn't actually asleep and dreaming.

There she stood; not in the grainy, low bandwidth quality of his computer monitor, but in the crisp, crystal clear resolution of his natural eyesight: Gina Henley, the legendary online adult glamour model and subject of Matt's most lurid fantasies as a single man, was somehow standing alone in the doorway.

During his lonely times, traveling on the road from job to job and city to city, Gina's videos had been Matt's most reliable and frequent source of sexual relief. In his mind, he and Gina had made love hundreds if not thousands of times. Her staggeringly multitudinous library of various themed videos had consistently provided satisfaction, no matter what mood Matt found himself in.

He saw immediately, that her face was just as beautiful as it ever was. The deepened facial lines of natural aging she had acquired since retiring three years ago only served to enhance the maternal mature allure that she had become famous for. Her gorgeous green eyes remained as bright, lively and expressive as he had ever seen; her second most beautiful feature.

Gina wasn't dressed in the easily removable attire he had been used to seeing her in (or rather out). Instead, tonight she was dressed rather conservatively, in jeans and a tasteful, button down blouse. In her hand, she held a shopping bag with Dee Dee's Specialty Bra Boutique logo emblazoned upon the side. Even in her casual attire, Gina's most famous physical attributes, refused to be hidden through the stress lines pulling at the buttons of her blouse where her huge, world renown, bra clad breasts dwelt, casually pushing the limits of her garment.

In the blossoming world of early online pornography, Gina's enormous breasts were ubiquitously known as the largest natural tits on the scene. To Matt's young eyes, they were a revelation; an affirmation that the type of woman he had always hoped existed out there, somewhere, in the wide world, did in fact exist. Matt had reveled in that knowledge, until it became increasingly apparent that actually meeting a woman like Gina was practically a 'once in a lifetime' occurrence.

By the time he had met Pamela, Matt's pessimistic prospects had forced him to exorcize Gina's huge breasts from his mind, so that he might easier devote his attention to his new, small busted love interest, without distracting flights of fancy. Gina Henley's unexpected appearance in the doorway seemed to harken to Matt's senses like some 'Ghost of Porno Past', come to extract vengeance for his disloyalty. This very woman; not only standing before him in the flesh, but growing visibly impatient.