I had forgotten all about paying my federal income taxes for the last two years. I meant to pay them, but somehow April 15th would come and go without me sending in the money. Being a writer, it seemed that I never really had the money when tax time came anyhow.
To be truthful, I’d also ignored several warning letters as well. About a week ago, I got the shock of my life however when an IRS agent paid me a personal visit. It was on a Saturday morning and I was banging away on my computer, trying to meet a deadline with a story for a men’s magazine that I sometimes write for. I was still in my skivvies when the doorbell rang.
I went to the door and looked through the peephole to see who was on the other side. I almost went cross-eyed at the buxom woman on the other side of the door. Just a minute I called out and rushed to the bedroom to grab a pair of shorts. Returning to the door, I opened it and Ms.
Whoever she was barged right into my apartment, announcing that she was from the IRS and that I was in deep do do!! She handed me a business card and sure enough, it read Linda Lovesit, Special Agent, Collections Branch, Department Of The Treasury, IRS.
Well Mr. Wagglestaff. What have you to say for yourself Uncle Sam wants his money and he wants it NOW! she said. We’ve written you several times and tried to call you numerous times about your taxes, but you act like you don’t have to pay taxes like everyone else in this country. Now I’m here to collect and I’m not leaving until I do.
I let her get her little speal out while giving her the once over visually. Linda appeared to be in her forties or early fifties and was built like a brick shit house. Huge knockers that were straining the hell out of the dark blue blazer she had on.
A pair of shapely legs that extended to the floor from under a barely knee-length matching skirt. Dark hose and a pair of black spike-heeled pumps completed her outfit. I couldn’t help but wonder what a sexy babe like her was doing working for the IRS.
After she’d said her piece, I told her that I was flat broke and had just enough in the bank to tied me by until I got my next check from the magazine.
What kind of magazine do you write for? she asked, making herself comfortable on my old leather sofa.
It’s a men’s magazine, I replied. It’s called Whoppers.?
I’ve never heard of that magazine. How do I know you’re telling me the truth? Do you have any copies of it with your work in them? she asked. And what does Whoppers publish?
Stories and pictures dealing with women with large breasts,? I replied as I turned on my heel and headed to my bedroom to get several back copies of the zine.
When I returned to the living room, I noticed that Linda had removed her jacket and had slid forward on the sofa so that her skirt was now about halfway up her thighs. She had on an all but transparent blue blouse and a blue, lacy half-cup bra underneath.
I wondered if she wore outfits like this at the office. Bet her male co-workers all had eyestrain? When I placed the magazines on the coffee table in front of her, she slid even further forward as she picked up the first one and began thumbing through it. By this time her skirt was almost to her waist exposing her garter straps and upper thighs, but she took no notice, as she’d become absorbed with the raunchy magazine.
My God These women do all seem to have large breasts don’t they? she remarked. I’ll bet a lot of them are artificial though. Why some of them are posing with men too and just look what they’re doing to each other… That’s awful. Ohh my God? Look at that. Why those two women are having sex together. Where are your stories? Never mind. Here’s one.
She read the story seemingly becoming lost in it for a few minutes and her left hand gradually made it way to her breasts. As she continued reading silently, she absentmindedly began rubbing her blouse and bra bound tits, lost momentarily in the spicy story I’d written.
Ignoring me for the time being, Linda took her time going through all of the magazines that I’d brought her. Finally she put the last one back on the coffee table and looked over at me.
I never knew such magazines existed, she said hoarsely. Some of those women were quite attractive. Do you know any of them? Do they get a lot of money for posing like they do?
Yes to both of your questions, I replied. Some of them get a grand an hour. Depends on the woman. How far she’s willing to go, how big her breasts are and so on.?
Would you excuse me a minute? she asked. Where’s your bathroom?
First door on your left after you start down the hall, I replied.
She headed to the bathroom and I grabbed a beer out of the fridge. I’d just taken my second swig when I heard her ask what I though of her body. Glancing towards the hallway, I almost strangled on my mouthful of suds! My stacked IRS agent was standing there in nothing but garter belt, hose and shoes!
Well Do you think I could pose for a magazine like that? she asked. Are my breasts big enough? They’re double E.
Uhhh. Sure. Hell yes. I mean I think you have a tremendous, uhh very sexy body, I stammered.
Looking though those nasty magazines of yours and reading some of your stories made me hornier than I’ve been in quite a while. Since I can’t collect any money from you today, perhaps I can collect something else, she purred, closing the distance between us.
As she approached, her monster tits swayed and jiggled lewdly on her chest with her every mincing step. By the time she reached me, I’d shed my shorts like they were on fire and my hard dick was standing out of my crotch like a fleshy flagpole. Hell. I was already drooling pre-cum!
Ohhh what a pretty one you’ve got, she cooed, reaching for my quivering cock. So big, and hard too, she added as she gave it a squeeze. I’m just dying to suck it. Play with my tits a little bit. You may suck them if you like.?
She lay back on the couch and I knelt beside her. As I grasped her right gazongas and captured her sausage-sized nipple in my mouth I felt like I’d died and gone straight to titty heaven. God, what tits Doris had!! Continuing to nurse her right breast, I fondled her left one and rolled her strutted nipple between my thumb and fingers. She mewed with pleasure and begged me to suck her breasts harder, telling me that she could climax just by having her tits sucked.
I sucked and teased her horny tits until my mouth was almost sore and she climaxed I don’t know how many times. I had three fingers in her spasming pussy while I was nursing her and was rubbing her erect clitoris with my thumb. Before long she was awash in her own cum and I was smearing it all over her crotch and occasionally slapping her swollen labia.
Finally, she grabbed my drooling cock and did her best to swallow it. Let me tell you ? Doris could have sucked a blister on a cast iron pot. As excited as I already was, she had me to the point of ejaculation before I knew it and I told her that I was about to blow.
Shoot your cum all over my big old boobs, she replied. It’s been ages since I had a man cum on them. I love the way it feels.
I pumped my boiling load all over her quivering melons until I was drained and she licked the last few drops off the swollen head of my cock. Then she coated her breasts with my spend, rubbing it into her blue-veined tit flesh until it was all gone. She licked her fingers, smacked her lips and gave me a wicked grin.
Mmm-mm. That was great. Think you can get it up again. I wanna feel that big salami of yours in my pussy,? she purred. Let me suck him again. I’ll get him up.
My mind was reeling by now at what was happening and I prayed it wasn’t a dream as I straddled her lush body in a 69 position and began sucking on her strutted clit while she sucked new life into my cock.
Her skilled mouth got me rigid in nothing flat and we changed positions again. Doris leaned over the couch and I took her doggie style. The minute I was buried in her wet sheath, I grabbed her dangling orbs and began fucking her for all I was worth.
She grunted and sighed with pleasure and pushed her ass against me as I continued ramming her. Holding herself in position with her left arm and hand, she reached between her legs with her right hand and diddled her excited clit while I plunged into her insatiable pussy.
Wetting my finger with some saliva, I coated the puckered, little pink ring of her anus and then eased my finger into her bunghole. This drove her insane with lust and she began mouthing every obscene phrase she could think of as her climax neared.