This is a story from real life, even if it may not seem that way. The main role is played by my beautiful young wife, Jana. She is twenty-five years old, tall and slender, and her pride is not only her small rounded behind or her long blonde hair — it is her breasts. Breasts that are both her greatest gift and her curse. Jana has truly large breasts. Beautiful, firm double-Ds. Because of them she has to work out regularly to keep her back from aching. And it was because of them that what I am about to tell you happened. Though I think it wasn’t only because of her breasts — men notice them immediately. Instead of looking into her beautiful blue eyes, they always looked straight at her cleavage. Practically every man desired her, if only in his dreams.
Our story begins shortly after our wedding. We had married for love and were full of energy for our new life together. Jana had just finished university and was preparing to find a job. But she quickly discovered it wouldn’t be so simple. Everywhere she went, they either demanded experience she didn’t have, or they openly made indecent proposals to her. I didn’t worry about it too much — in fact, I had caught myself more than once imagining Jana with another man. What fantasies those were. But they were only fantasies, until the day she went to an interview for the last available position. It was to be an assistant to the director of an unnamed company. Jana dressed for the occasion in tasteful clothes that hugged her figure closely. She wore a bra that further accentuated the fullness of her chest, and pink lace thong underwear. I know this because she told me herself afterward. In fact, most of what I’m about to tell you comes from her.
The company was located on the outskirts of the city — the only decent building in the area. Around it stood housing blocks into which the city had placed people who didn’t fit into the city center. Yes, they were mostly Roma. When Jana realized this, she felt uneasy and wondered whether she should turn around and look for her luck elsewhere. In the end, however, she gathered her courage and walked into the building. She found the reception desk quickly, and a fairly attractive young receptionist showed her into the director’s office. The moment Jana laid eyes on him, every hair on her body stood on end. She found him repulsive at first glance, and as he walked toward her with his right hand extended, she was able to get a good look at him. Short and stocky — heavyset, really. A beer belly and a large backside that no one could miss. The other thing that put her off was that the director was a Roma man. At least, that is how she described him to me. From that point on she referred to him simply as “the boss.”
“Good day and welcome. Please, have a seat,” he said politely, and Jana sat down in the chair placed in front of a large brown desk.
The boss slowly walked around the desk and settled into his comfortable chair, his eyes never leaving Jana. He made no attempt to pretend he was looking at her face — his full attention was fixed on the two large curves outlined beneath her blouse. Jana glanced at him in a way that made clear she had noticed his interest.
“Are they real?” he asked, with such bluntness that it made her flinch. The nerve of it — ogling her, undressing her with his eyes, and then asking if they were real.
“Of course they are,” she replied, keeping her tone as measured as she could.
“Good,” he said simply, and moved on to introducing the company.
“Our firm makes its way in the business world on several fronts. First and foremost, we acquire land — as cheaply as possible, in order to sell it for as much as possible. We also provide a fair number of jobs and opportunities to this area, and — I shouldn’t forget — we provide services as well.”
Jana began to relax slightly. It appeared the company was doing well. The expensive furniture, carpet, paintings, and overall décor of the office all pointed to that.
“You would be my assistant. That involves accompanying me to social events and attending to our business partners. For all of this we offer a starting salary of twenty-five thousand crowns net, plus bonuses.” This came as quite a shock to Jana, but before she could recover and begin to feel pleased that she might actually have a job that would make a real difference to their finances, the boss asked her a rather important question.
“Tell me — why should you be my assistant?”
Jana had prepared for this. She took a breath and began to lay out her education, the various courses she had completed, and of course her experience from various part-time jobs. The boss listened, nodding along, and when she finished he thought for a moment. Jana felt proud of herself — she had presented it all with confidence. But then the boss brought her back down to earth.
“You know, all of that is very nice. But many of the girls who came here before you told me exactly the same things.”
Jana felt a chill go through her. She didn’t know what to say. Eventually she managed to stammer:
“You see, I… we… need the money.”
He gave a faint smile.
“Yes — every single one of them told me that as well.”
Jana said nothing more and lowered her eyes. The confidence she had walked in with — the defiance that had nearly made her walk straight back out — had evaporated. Now she wanted this job. She knew she would not get an offer like this anywhere else, that things could only get worse.
“Being my assistant means sacrificing your time and your principles. You have to be prepared to do anything this job requires.”
He said it so calmly that Jana answered without thinking.
“I am prepared to do anything — I just need this job,” she blurted out, surprising herself. The boss looked at her with satisfaction.
“I expected you to make more of a fuss. So you’ve pleasantly surprised me. I’ll take you on and we can sign the contract. You can start from the first of the month.”
Jana felt a wave of relief. She had the job. A well-paying job. As she signed the contract, her hand was still trembling with the excitement of everything that had just happened. She slowly set the pen down on the desk and handed the boss his copy.
“Well then. I think you’ve made the right decision. I’m sure you’ll like it here. And you don’t need to worry — I believe you enjoy sex, and so you’ll enjoy it with me,” the boss said, smiling at her.
She still found him repulsive and didn’t quite believe that last part.
“Before we say goodbye—” he pulled her out of her thoughts about how she might manage to avoid sleeping with him — “I think it wouldn’t hurt for us to have a go right now.”
Jana swallowed hard. But then she quickly remembered how the boss had boasted about the size of his cock. It filled her with dread — and at the same time she felt herself overtaken by a rush of arousal at the thought of something like that forcing its way through her. It would certainly be a beautiful, thorough stretching, going all the way to the very bottom. At that thought she felt herself growing wet. So she simply smiled and nodded.
“In that case, take off your dress.”
As he said it, he rose from his chair and began walking around the desk. Jana stood as well and pulled her dress up over her head, dropping it to the carpet. She stood with her breasts on display, still contained in the cups of her bra. By then the boss was beside her, and his dark hands began to explore them — first lifting them gently, then giving them a firm squeeze, feeling their firmness. Jana’s nipples hardened immediately and she felt her arousal beginning to flow. The boss slowly bent over one breast, freeing it from its cup, and ran his tongue across the swollen nipple. As Jana moaned with pleasure, he drew the nipple into his mouth and began to suck.
With his other hand he unclasped her bra, which Jana then let fall to the floor. He began kneading her breast more insistently, sending waves of increasing pleasure through her, then did the same to the other nipple. She let herself go completely and was ready to make the most of her first infidelity. She was almost looking forward to feeling the boss push himself inside her and work his way through her eager depths. Her hand found its way to his groin and began stroking the large bulge pressing against his trousers.
The boss knew perfectly well that he had her now, so he stopped teasing her nipples and gestured for her to lean against the desk. She did so quickly — spreading her legs and bracing herself against the edge with both hands. Her breasts hung down beautifully, like two full rounded weights. The boss walked around behind her, unzipped his trousers, and pulled out an already thoroughly hard cock. There would be no romance here. This was to be straightforward, no-frills sex. He quickly pulled the edge of her thong aside and pressed the head of his cock between Jana’s legs, seeking the entrance to her wet opening.
Despite how desperately aroused he was, he managed to hold himself back and began pushing inside her slowly, giving her time to adjust to his size. He was enormous. The moment the head broke through and buried itself inside her, she began to whimper with extraordinary pleasure. He filled her completely and stretched her deliciously to the limit.
“My God, that cock—” she breathed.
“You’ll have plenty more like it, you little slut,” the boss groaned, and began to thrust in earnest.
Waves of pleasure rolled through Jana’s body one after another. She had never experienced anything like it. She felt completely transported. Though I had always been able to satisfy her beautifully, this was several times more intense. Within just a few hard, rapid thrusts she could already feel an orgasm approaching. The thick cock was working through her thoroughly, driving all the way to the very end with each thrust. She felt her breasts swaying with the rhythm. The boss gripped her firmly by the hips and picked up the pace, savoring the tightness around him.
He savored every moment of it — a woman impaled and moaning with pleasure beneath the force of a hard cock, gripping it beautifully from within. He leaned forward slightly to reach one of her swaying breasts and squeeze it in his palm. Jana came. Her body began to tremble and she gripped the edge of the desk tightly, doing everything she could to stay on her feet. The boss knew immediately — not so much from the indescribable sound Jana let out, but from the way her clenching pussy was crushing him.
He was so aroused that he wanted to finish as quickly as possible. He kept driving into her, and the moment Jana’s orgasm subsided, he pushed himself as deep as he could go and began to pour himself into her in thick, heavy pulses. She felt every single one — each powerful jet landing at the very deepest point, each one accompanied by a throb of that enormous cock. There was a great deal of it, and what she was experiencing in that moment was genuinely extraordinary.
Finally the boss withdrew, and Jana immediately felt the semen running down her thighs, spilling from her open, well-used pussy. She quickly went to her handbag beside the chair, pulled out some tissues, and cleaned herself up. Now she could take a proper look at him. He hung limply from his open trousers, the occasional drop still falling from the reddened tip. Even flaccid, he looked enormous, and Jana shivered with a strange excitement at the thought of how he must have looked when fully hard.
“You may get dressed now. I’ll see you on the first.”
When Jana had dressed, he said goodbye with a kiss. She didn’t resist, even when his tongue pushed into her mouth. At the same time, one hand massaged her behind while the other squeezed her breast. Jana left the building afterward with a complicated mixture of feelings. At home, however, she put on a happy performance about what a wonderful job she had found. And I was glad that she was glad.
