"I'm sure you would, Cheryl, but I'm sorry." Nixon shook his head. "An extra five hundred? It's out of the question."

"But what about these, Mr. Nixon?"

Cheryl reached behind her back, still staring at her boss' big, half-swollen cock shaft as she pulled down the zipper of her uniform dress. Nixon's eyes bulged in amazement as she pulled it down to her waist, leaving herself naked from the waist up except for the stuffed, lacy-white cups of her bra.

Her huge, creamy-white tits seemed to burst from confinement as she stripped the bra off – two huge, rounded melons with the fattest, reddest, most suckable nipples that William Nixon had ever seen.

Cheryl knew how horny her enormous tits could make a man, and she hated to use them to deliberately manipulate Mr. Nixon for a favor. But she did need the money; she didn't see how she had a choice. Cheryl deliberately wiggled her shoulders as she waked back up to her boss, making her huge, spongy tits jostle and jiggle provocatively together on her chest.

"Look at these, Mr. Nixon. You're not just going to miss me 'cause I suck your cock so good, are you? You're gonna miss me 'cause I've got such big, juicy titties too, aren't you?"

Nixon just stared dazedly down at her huge tits, studying the areolas that were at least three inches wide, with fat, red, thimble-sized nipples. Cheryl took hold of his wrists, drawing his hands down, encouraging him to squeeze and fondle her tits.

"You like the way they feel too, don't you?"

"I… suppose I do," Nixon admitted. His big prick was getting very stiff again as he hungrily kneaded and squeezed the mammoth milkers, kneading and rolling their tremendous weight under his hands. The nipples grew even stiffer, poking against his palms.