Delivery Girl: The Mighty Endowed Order #7

I don't own DC

It all started out as a normal day at Superbabes.

"Hello there handsome." The Mighty Endowed smiled, approaching a pair of men recently placed at table 7. "Are you two ready to order or would you like to look around some more?" she smiled sweetly at them as she looked them over.

Both men were wearing neatly cleaned suits and ties, one older with grey hair and a pointed beard and mustache, the other was a young man with dark hair and a black mustache and glasses. They both looked like businessmen who got off a shift.

"We'll have-" began the younger one, but the older man quickly interrupted.

"Two Mighty Endowed Meals. Please, darlin." He said with a southern drawl as she noted it down.

"You got it." She said, before turning around and walking away as they stared at her studiously… There was something odd about their looks. Sure, people stared at her and her chest all the time, it was half of her job and she was well used to it by now, but it felt different. They definitely wanted something from her… and there was probably a delivery inevitably in her future.

…Well, you don't have to be Orders to predict that sort of future when it comes to The Mighty Endowed and her Mighty chest. Being honest, even if it wasn't those two gentlemen specifically, she gets at least one delivery every time she's on a delivery shift… but those two men had had their meal, gave her a generous tip, and left without a word afterward. Of course, by the time they left, her shift was pretty much over, and she wouldn't be going out on a delivery.

The beautiful Strawberry blonde wearing a tight sweater over her sweater puppies, somehow making those magnificent things look even bigger. "Good night Orders."

"Hmph." Orders replied, rubbing her temples after sending out Supergirl, Wonder Woman (II), and (T) Vixen out on deliveries, so she was a bit cranky at the moment.

"See you in… two days." She said, accurately remembering her schedule before waving and turning to head out the back door. Bouncing subtly with each step as she made her way to her car. The lot was particularly packed tonight with all sorts of vehicles, rust buckets, motorcycles, lemons, and even a large limousine. All sorts of were welcome at Superbabes as long as their money was green…

She approached her car, keys in hand, and was just about to get in when- "Excuse me-" she felt a hand on her shoulder and her instincts immediately kicked in.

"HI-YAH!" She immediately shot her elbow back, hitting someone in the solar plexus, before turning around and getting ready to defend herself with a variety of karate moves… when she stopped and glanced down at the man she hit, who was clutching his stomach in a fetal position on the floor. She immediately recognized him, he was the young man who was sitting with the older one… good thing she didn't follow up or she would've broken his glasses. "Oh… are… You can't sneak up on a girl in Gotham like that!" she said as he groaned.

"Quite right…" he agreed, "O-One moment…" he whimpered with a slight British accent while holding up a finger. Now she felt bad, reaching down and helping him back to his feet. He took a breath and adjusted his askew glasses. "…Strong form." He whimpered, rubbing his torso as he was briefly distracted by her chest, but quickly recovered. "I'm Mortimer."

"I'm being patient." She said tiredly, it's been a long day, and she wanted to just go home and soak.

"My employer has a proposition for you-" he said, pointing to the limo. "…A very lucrative one-"

"Oh…" Mighty Endowed stared at him, seemed to process this information before sighing. "Whatever it is I'm sure I have no idea what you're talking about." She noted that Mortimer seemed insistent but didn't want to get any closer to her.

"Perhaps you could just hear him out?" he asked. "I promise it won't take that long." He said, gesturing to the limo as she sighed.

"…Fine, but I'm not getting in the limo." She said as they walked to the limo, and the back window lowered, revealing the older man. "Yes?" she asked as the man stroked his pointed beard with a charming southern smile.

"Well, my dear. My name is Reginald G. Beauregard the Third. And-"

"You want to have sex with me?" she interrupted almost tiredly. Reginald and Mortimer both exchanged a surprised look.

"W-well I wouldn't say 'no', but…" he replied with a rather sheepishly charming smile, but was promptly interrupted by a glamorous Wonder Girl.

"Hey." She seemed to have just 'appeared' next to Mortimer, and he jumped in surprise. She had stealthily moved behind him and probably could've easily snapped his neck. "Orders says to come back in…" she then eyed Mortimer and Reginald G Beauregard III. "All of you." She added as Bessie nodded.

"Yeah sounds about right." She smiled knowingly at Wonder Girl, who could only smile back with a shrug. "See you inside, boys. Don't be long, I want to get to bed at a decent hour…" Since it was almost midnight, it was becoming increasingly difficult. Mortimer and RGBIII both seemed surprised at first, but seemed to accept the invite in stride, following the girls back in.

"Office." Orders announced, and Bessie walked behind Orders and into her office. Orders then stood up as RGBIII and Mortimer followed behind, being stared at placidly by Wonder Girl, who was filling in as Orders' muscle while Giganta handled half a football team with Huntress and Green Lantern (II)

 "Right in there." She said as Mortimer admired her face and figure. "Don't keep her waiting."

RGBIII held a polished oaked can with a polished jade orb for the handle as he walked into the officer rather dapperly, spinning the can and turning on the southern charm as he smiled at the purple-eyed woman… completely immune to it. Only one Southern charmer worked on her, and that was Ronnie-Bell. And she wasn't here right now… she was between a couple of football players as previously mentioned.

He took a seat and cleared his throat as Mortimer stood beside him, Wonder Girl shutting the door as RGBIII spoke. "I'm Reginald-"

"Reginald Gertrude Beauregard the Third." Orders answered immediately. He was taken aback, and he cleared his throat.

"That… that's right." He stroked his beard. "Well, this is a little awkward. I have a proposition for the young lady."

"I am her manager, her agent, and employer." Orders replied, "All transactional 'propositions' go through me." RGBIII turned his confused gaze to The Mighty Endowed, who could only nod in agreement, confirming Orders' accurate statement. "Usually we have certain safeguards for said propositions…" She leaned back in her chair and devilishly gazed at him across her desk. "Perhaps you should start at the beginning. For expositional purposes…"

"…I do enjoy a good story." RGBIII noted and cleared his throat again. "Well… I'm looking for a woman who can… make my son a man." He said sternly, "I have 4 children and my son Reginald G. Beauregard the Fourth is a… how did you put it Mortimer?"

"A shut-in in sir." He said crisply, and RGBIII jerked a thumb at him.

"Yeah, that. And we were looking for a very specific… lady, who suits his tastes to get him interested in uh… a more productive lifestyle."

"You want someone to pop his cherry. Funnily enough, I know a specialist for that sort of thing." Orders replied casually, "I can recommend you to her."

"Now, normally I'd be real appreciative of it. But you see my son has a very particular interest in a certain part of the female anatomy that the fine lady there…" he gestured to The Mighty Endowed "Has in ample supply."

"She has huge tits." Orders replied to that as Mortimer and RGBIII fidgeted. "Let's not beat around the bush."

"Right. Well… yeah. He likes 'em REAL big." He said, as Mighty Endowed rolled her eyes, and waited for the inevitable-

"Who doesn't?" Orders replied bluntly as RGBIII cleared his throat again.

"Yeah, well, I had Mortimer hack his computer, and let me tell you he has an unhealthy obsession with a list of adult actresses with similar body types. But as perfectly fine as your 'specialist' might be…"

"She looks like this." Orders said, turning her desk monitor around to show a picture of Grace lounging in a silky red bathrobe, sultrily gazing out of the screen… like she had that just ready to go.

"Well, hell, she is real fetching." RGBIII admitted with wide eyes, and Mortimer nodded. "But…" RGBIII shook it off and got back on task. "But I do not want my boy to be able to say 'no' and uh…" he turned his attention to The Mighty Endowed again. "…He will not say no to her." The Mighty Endowed might be flattered if they weren't staring at, and perhaps mostly referring to, her breasts.

"Well, that depends entirely on her decision." Orders replied, reaching under the desk and retrieving a small briefcase, resting it on her desk and pushing it towards RGBIII and Mortimer. "And of course we'll start with helping her by filling this suitcase full of cash."

"You must be joking." Mortimer replied, but RGBIII held up a hand, stopping him as he looked Orders in her purple eyes.

"…Let me be clear. I'm willing to pay any price as long as my boy is a proper man by the end of it." The Mighty Endowed blinked at him, and at Orders who was pretty much no longer listening at the words 'Pay any price'. "That means, whatever depraved fantasy he might have, you not only got to endure it but in encourage it, beg for it, push yourself on him-"

"He'll definitely like that," Mortimer mumbled, gazing at the majestic pillows bulging in her sweater.

"Whatever happens, he gets his cork popped if you get my meaning." RGBIII finished. "You say yes and a number. And I'll start adding Zeros…" she said silkily as Orders interlocked her fingers, and rested her elbows on her desk, trying to hide her greedy smile behind a pensive look that she turned on the Mighty Endowed…

Her greed was something else, but at the end of the day. She wouldn't FORCE Mighty Endowed to take a job off hours. She'd hate her for a while if she said 'no', but she wouldn't force her… The Mighty Endowed sighed loudly, eyeing the suitcase Orders had put on the desk and the rather serious look RGBIII had on his slightly aged face.

"…Fine. I'll do it. When?" she asked professionally as RGBIII grinned.

"Give me a paper and pen and I'll give you the address. I'd like you to show up around-"

Time: 12:30 PM. Place: Gotham Heights (Beauregard Manor)

Not too far into the Eldritch Abomination that was Gotham Heights was Beauregard Manor. The Mighty Endowed drove right up to the front gate, and it opened in greeting as she drove right in up to the front door. There was Mortimer, whom she had learned yesterday was apparently a butler or secretary to RGBIII. She pulled right up to the front door and got out of her car.

"…You wore the suit." Mortimer said, more surprised than anything as she tossed her strawberry blonde hair, and strutted up to him, her magnificent mammaries bouncing distractingly as she did. The science behind her bouncing breasts in a skintight suit was known only to Orders and Coco Klein.

"It's easier if I wear the suit." She replied, which Mortimer couldn't argue against. She looked fantastic outside the suit, and it was designed to enhance her already magnificent form. "…Does he know I'm coming?" she asked as Mortimer adjusted his tie and nodded.

"He's… aware that his father hired a specialist." He said practically.

"Specialist might be a little extreme." Mighty Endowed replied, she wasn't Grace after all.

"…I was under the impression that this is actually normal for you girls." He replied after the extensive negotiations yesterday, which was accurate… but again, this particular scenario specifically was a Grace thing.

"Don't think too hard about it." She replied, adjusting her tight suit as he tried, and failed, not to stare at those magnificent orbs.

"Well… he knows you're coming. He'll probably try to turn you down-"

"Did it occur to you two that maybe he's… You know. Not playing on the same team?" she asked, unsurely, trying to be polite about it.

"I assure you. His search history says otherwise." Mortimer said in a way that made it sound like he's seen some shit. "…He's just shy." He added, "Regardless. In and out and bob's your uncle, you're a briefcase of dosh richer."

The Mighty Endowed rolled her pretty green eyes, and taking a breath, she stepped past Mortimer and knocked loudly on the door. "Superbabes."

Time: 12:24 PM. Place… hasn't really gone anywhere.

"Special Delivery Service." She finished as he blinked.

"What?" he asked, confused, but she opened the door.

"Standards and practices." She said, smiling at how SILLY it felt. "…Where's his room?"

"Upstairs. It's probably the only one shut and with a 'Keep out' sign on it." He gestured to what appeared to be a small cabin at the corner of the fence surrounding the manor. "I'll be in the servants' cabin if you… need anything?"

"When I'm finished."

"Yes. When you're finished." He said, sounding somewhat disappointed as she slowly shut the front door. She sighed, then looked about the manor, it was neatly lit and well decorated… or at least it looked nice in her opinion. She took a moment to further take it in before walking up the elaborate staircase to the second floor. Fighting down the butterflies in her stomach as she resolved herself to be the best Grace she could be…

…Normally her seduction techniques were limited to doing things with her huge breasts, so she wasn't sure how effective she'd be seducing Reginald G. Beauregard the Fourth… fascination with giant breasts aside.

She got to the second floor and it wasn't hard to find his room thanks to Mortimer's description, the 'keep out' sign was obvious. She walked right up to the door and knocked loudly. "…Hello?" she said breathily, waiting patiently as her breasts bulged slightly against the wood.

"Whatever my Dad is paying you..." came a voice, before it hesitated, clearly not having a proper reply to the fact that his money depended on his father's goodwill. "Sorry but, go away." The Mighty Endowed frowned as a little, purple-eyed devil appeared on her shoulder.

'We don't get paid unless you actually bang him' said the oddly familiar purple-eyed devil. Then a purple-eyed angel appeared on her other shoulder.

'Just let yourself in. What's he going to do once he sees those things?' pointing to her massive chest with a confident smirk on her face.

…The fact that both of her consciences were being played by Orders was a bit concerning, but they were accurate. Honestly? If he could look her in the eyes, doubtful all things considered, and say it again she'd strongly consider just leaving. But she then reached down and tried the door, it opened, revealing a dark room, curtains drawn and the only light coming from a collection of computer monitors as Reginald G. Beauregard the Fourth played some sort of Warmech game…

"You should at least say it to my face." She said, as something on screen exploded and victory noises echoed from his speakers.

"Look my dad is a bit antiquated." He declared, not turning around, "I don't need him to get me girl."

"First. I'm a woman…" she corrected firmly and enticingly, to some surprise, while also approaching him subtly. "And you still haven't looked at me and said it." She added, standing about a foot behind his swivel chair as he moaned exasperatedly.

"Fine." He said before spinning around. "I don't-" his words died in his throat, as his vision of her face was obscured by her HUGE breasts due to the current height difference between them, he was sitting down after all. "Holy… cow…" he breathed as her massive 'udders' swelled with her subtle, and sultry, breathing.

He was strangely thin, and his long black hair hung around his face like a curtain… he kind of looked like a male version of that creepy girl from the horror movie who crawls out of the TV. His brown eyes widened in absolute awe at seeing massive world-class level breasts in real life for the first time.

"I get that a lot." She said, and the obligatory 'cow' comparison once again, but it was probably unintentional as he stared into the vastness of her chest, and when you stare into the abyss of cleavage long enough, eventually it stares back… or gets right into your face. "…Sure you want me to leave?" she wasn't even trying to be seductive… it was still fucking working.

Reginald G. Beauregard the Fourth… who, going forward, we'll refer to as 'Reggie'. Was practically DROOLING over her, as if she was a prime cut of beef from The Cattle Call… now she was doing cow comparisons.

"…He really just… you're really-"

"I am here…" she said softly, continuing to hypnotize him with her huge breasts, leaning forward so he leaned back, she rested her hands on the arms of the chair, and he continued to gaze deeply into the soft abyss. "To have sex with you." She said, "You CAN say no… but…" she hesitated, trying to ignore that nagging Orders feeling. "…I don't get paid if you say no." she whispered, "And I have been told to do whatever I need to, to get you to say YES." She glanced at his computer screen, or at least one of them showed his desktop, and the wallpaper was an attractive black woman with massive breasts lounging on her side. Gazing at the image, she wiggled her chest subtly, keeping him entranced as the wallpaper suddenly changed to a blonde who ALSO had massive breasts… clearly on some sort of slideshow setting.

"…I don't… need…" he tried to deny but he was too engrossed in the cleavage abyss, but miraculously he briefly pulled himself out. "Why are you dressed in a costume?" he asked as The Mighty Endowed turned her attention back to him rather than the Japanese woman on the screen.

"It's a uniform." She said, then deciding to really, REALLY try 'seducing' him… because bouncing her tits in his face wasn't working… enough. She stood up and rested her hands in the neckline of her suit, It's a good thing this thing is stretchy. "You're right, though. I guess I don't really need this, I should take it off." She pulled at it stretched…

…With her breasts, it would by definition HAVE to stretch. Superman couldn't tear this thing apart.

Reggie's eyes were as big as her breasts and were wobbling just as much as she snapped the suit around her waist, her big breasts swaying firmly as she wiggled it down over her hips her thighs… then let it finally drop to the floor before standing up again… Reggie had only ever seen perfection on his computer screen…

So a flawless woman like The Mighty Endowed was going to destroy any resolve he had, or concerns about his father hiring a woman to pop his cheery, like a wrecking ball against a house of cards. His hands finally pried off the arms of his gaming chair, before reaching out and clawing at her chest… as if to make sure that touching was really okay… The Mighty Endowed stood perfectly still, perfectly normal. She didn't move, she didn't pull him closer, she just watched him and waited…

But the moment he touched. That was the green light…Funny how a woman who thought she didn't know how to seduce anyone was still a fucking master at it.

Because Reggie's hands rested on her tits, and squeezed. "Oooh…" The Mighty endowed let out a soft moan reflexively, her sensitive tits being fondled and her nipples being rubbed sent a shudder through her body as Reggie stood up and continued to play with her magnificent orbs. "Haah… mmmn…" biting her bottom lip tentatively as he continued to squeeze, rub and caress her without hurting her… Amateur or not, her clearly loved breasts. "Haah…" she moaned again as his fingers seemed to be testing the spongy feeling of her tits, bulging in his fingers before snapping his hands back open as he stopped squeezing. "Oooh…" she moaned again as his face got closer and closer… still squeezing.

And now he was motorboating… natural.

His face was a little greasy, admittedly but he was smoothly shaven so at least he didn't scratch her sensitive chest… and now he was licking. "Haaah…" she continued to stand there, little more then an elaborate sex doll he got to satiate his fetish with, his hands rubbing her chest in worship as he continued to rub his face, smell her scent, "Mmgh!" she shivered softly as he squeezed and pulled his face from her cleavage, only to play with her nipples with his thumbs. "Haah…"

…Stupid sensitive tits getting her wet and horny as this amateurish virgin continued to play with her body like it was god's gift to nerds… Fuck now she relating to Grace, that wasn't so bad, needless to say she actually GOT it now. "Haah!" she gasped, shaking slightly as he sucked dazedly on her breasts, not noticing her soft orgasm as he made her cum with her breasts. "Haah. Haah…" panting softly she finally moved her hands to his shoulders and pushed him off her tits with a wet pop…

"Haah. Aah…" he gasped for breath he didn't know he had been holding and she pushed him back onto his chair. He flopped onto it, licking his lips with a slightly disappointed look on his face… she could tell: he expected milk.

"You can play with them as much as you want…" she breathed with a silky rasp. "But again…" she reached down and rubbed the bulge in his boxers. "I don't get paid, unless you get off…" she slipped her hand into his boxers and caressed his bulging uncut cock, 7-inches at least and throbbing… she pulled the boxers away with her hand and let it pop out. It wobbled excitedly as he reached out and grabbed her breasts again, wrapping his mouth back around them and moaning hungrily as he sucked her left tit, he had given the right one so much attention. "Let's get that out of the way and-mmgh!" she shuddered again as he squeezed and sucked on her like a babe, completely and utterly lost in his tit-loving trance. "Mmn!" her back arched a little as she wiggled slightly, shaking off her orgasm. "Haah…" she SLAMMED her tit against his face and pushed him against the chair, grabbing his cock and stroking it slowly. "Hey… did you hear me? You have to get inside me…" she whispered sultrily.

"Wha-wait…" he popped off her tit then suddenly slapped the side of his gaming desk, pulling out a drawer and grabbing a box of Athenian Condoms… she blinked at them. Then laughed as he pulled one out.

It was just so pleasantly surprising…

"Oh… a responsible boy, huh?" she chuckled then snatched the condom from his hand before shoving her tits back in his face. "Okay then. Let's fill this balloon." She ripped it open with her teeth, then pulled out the rubber before deftly applying it down his erection with one hand. "There… nice and SNUG…" she said, before abruptly climbing onto him. "Mmgh…" and sliding him inside.

Nice and Snug, cherry popped.

Grabbing the back of the chair and pushing her tits into his face he was nice and comfy as she began bouncing up and down, framing her chest with her arms as she squeezed his cock in the condom. "Mmn… mmn. Aaah…" gasping as he kept sniffing, licking, and squeezing her beautiful breasts, she bounced up and down, slowly, steadily. Her lower body slapping down on him over and over, rolling her strawberry blonde haired head back as his tongue pushed her closer and closer to another climax…

Mostly because her tits were sensitive playthings but also because Reggie apparently revered tits so much he studied up how to make them feel fucking good. "Mmn! Mmmn!" he moaned around her nipple, his cock rubbing against the condom and her inner walls tightening around him he soon pushed up into her, trembling and shaking as she dropped herself onto his lap and rolled her hips, feeling the balloon blow up inside her.

"Oooh…" The Mighty Endowed cooed, grinding slowly on his lap as he sucked and squeezed away. "There… all done. That wasn't worth all the fuss right?" she then shimmied her tits on his face, bouncing them like firm basketballs against his cheeks. "Jobs all done… want to keep playing?" she replied teasingly, and he moaned in response, bucking his hips into her as she slipped off the chair. His cock still somewhat stiff, the condom hanging off his tip with a modest wad filling it. She pinched it, and pulled it off with a loud slurp.

He gazed at her as she held his bag of cum, then she dropped it with a splat before reaching up to grab at her breasts. "Mmn…" staring unblinkingly at him as she squeezed and rubbed her chest, bouncing it with her hands as his cock twitched back to life. Then he reached back for the Athenian condoms and opened it himself. "Oooh!" he buried his face into her chest and tackled her to his bed. "MMngh!" he slammed the condom on himself before burying his cock back into her. "Haah!" gasping erotically as he got balls deep immediately, grabbing at her breasts around his head as he began amateurishly thrusting on his own. "Oh. Ooh… oooh!" The Mighty Endowed moaning beneath him, their legs entwining as he kept his rapid thrust. "Oh! OOoh!"

Her back arched up against his thrusts, "Oh oh Ooooh!" squeezing and licking at her chest. "Haaah!" shuddering in pleasure as her tits made her cum again like he was pushing 'make me cum' buttons. "Haah!" Shivering erotically, he howled in pleasure, shaking on top of her and pumping into her hard before burying his length into her body. "Haah YES…" she gasped as he flopped onto her body, squeezing her tits as he filled another condom. "Ooooh…" he sucked and nibbled her nipples, squeezing at her tits again as he rolled off her body, the bag of cum on his length slipping out of her and off his shaft onto the bed… he flopped onto her chest, sucking and squeezing her again as she moaned. He sucked on her tits for several more moments… before finally he reached for his box of condoms again… not realizing they were so very far from her tits…

The Mighty Endowed pushed him onto his back, off her wobbling wet tits as she grabbed the box, and opened another condom… applying it onto his cock before swinging her legs over his lap. "Haah…" she dropped onto him, wiggling her hips on his lap as her breasts wobbled firmly on her chest. "Haah! Ah!" And immediately started bouncing up and down on his lap… riding him cowgirl…

She'll never escape the cow comparisons.

"Haa! Ah! Ah!" her breasts bouncing like basketballs before his eyes with her hands on the back of her head as she rode. He reached up, grabbing her big breasts once again like his hands were magnetized to them. "Haah…!" shivering in pleasure, she kept moving up and down the bed, creaking beneath them. Throwing her head back again, pushing her tits into his hands "Ah! Ah! Mmgh!!" his hips bucking up into her while her hips slammed them back down again. "Ah! Aaah! Ooooh!!" howling she slammed down onto him, feeling his cock throbbing and filling another condom as she gasped… soaking with sweat as their bodies shivered and she flopped forward onto his face.

"Mmgh…" she smothered his face again as he moaned, squeezing them again as she rolled off him, pulling the condom with it before throwing it away and grabbing the box… she frowned, turned it over and got no result. Empty condoms… she tossed it away and pushed her breasts against his chest.

"Looks like you're out of condoms…" she said, grabbing at his cock and stroking it slowly. "…So I'm going to go shower." She said, slowly slipping off his bed, her breasts jumping up and down as she got off. "…Are you coming?" she asked as Reggie's erection twitched and he followed her out of the room.

She hesitated, not entirely sure where to go… then moaned as Reggie's very eager hands cupped her chest from behind and squeezed. "Mmmn…" she shivered slightly as he began squeezing her from behind, standing in the doorway of his room. "Come on… where's the bathroom." she encouraged as his fingers fondled away.

"…On your right." He said as she pulled him out of his room by her breasts and right into the bathroom that appeared to be bigger than her apartment and right into the glass box shower as she then turned the water on, tilting her head back as it sprayed cold water on her beautiful body. "Oh!" she gasped dancing under the cold as her TITS were warmed by his hands. "Ooh…" She turned around and shoved him against the wall, bulging her breasts around his face now as water slathered her back until it quickly warmed up.

She rubbed her breasts on his face, distracting him with tits as she looked around and found some soap. Liquid, of course, grabbing it she then SQUEEZED a thick blue steam into her cleavage. She pulled away and rubbed them together, alternatingly up and down onto a thick soapy lather formed and covered her chest and she pressed them back onto his thin body… "Haah…" gazing coyly into his face, she rubbed him up and down… her spongy breasts now sponging against him. Soaping and lathering him up, she ground her body against him, getting lower… and lower…

Until she was on her knees and squeezing her soapy breasts around his twitching member and blew his fetish fueled mind as her massive tits bounced up and down, warming and hugging his pulsating cock as she smirked up and him and let her breasts do the talking.

Boing Boing Boing…

Their language was limited but by GOD were they pretty.

They jiggled, wobbled, and squeezed around his cock holding it tightly between her firm but soft flesh as she bounced them up and down, gazing unblinkingly up at him as he clawed the walls of the shower, clenching his teeth as she kept bouncing faster, and faster! Until finally!

"Uuugh!!" a huge glob of cum sprayed out of his tip and into her cleavage, splattering against her chin as she gasped playfully, smiling up at him as she popped him like the cork of a wine bottle. She squeezed her chest, a dollop of cum oozing out of his tip and into her cleavage as she pulled her glorious girls away and smirked up at him. Until he collapsed with a massive smile on his face to the floor of the shower. She blinked at him, unsurely as he groaned…

"…Alright you just hang out there for a little while." She said before getting to her feet and turned around, rinsing the suds and cum off her tits, moaning softly as she rubbed and caressed them, getting all that cum off as she sighed… sensitive tits remember. "OH!" she gasped as Reggie cupped them from behind again, "Ah… you don't have to sur-PRISE me… oooh." She moaned as he started squeezing them again. Feeling his erection against her ass as he pulled her body to his, grinding on her as he squeezed and fondled her chest. "Ah…"

"Just a little more." He begged, and she moaned.

"Oooh… a little more? Huh?" she whispered silkily and gasped as he turned her around and pushed her against the wall, burying his face again into her breasts as she sighed with a cheerful chuckle rubbing his face into her recently cleaned titties. "MMn…" she pushed them around his face, rubbing them firmly against him and cooing softly. "Ooooh!" she gasped, as he suddenly slid his unprotected dick into her pussy. "Mmgh!" pushing himself as deep into his body as he could get. "Ah! Ah! Oooh! Mmgh!!" She moaned as her legs clawed the floor, her arms wrapping around her tits and his head keeping them in their as his hips rapidly bucked away. "Oooh…"

Wet slaps echoed around the room as he kept bucking into her body, his hands squeezing her breasts, flicking at her nipples as she clawed the back of his head. "Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah!!" gasping and shivering once again in orgasm, "Oooh! oOOoooh!" despite being pinned against the wall she fell forward against him, her ass cheeks scrubbing the tiles as she felt him throbbing inside her. "Ahhhh… ah… you like that? You like fucking me raw? You're going to cum aren't you? Come on. Give it to me, give me that heavy load. Aah!!" gasping suddenly as he SLAMMED into her body, squeezing her tits and screaming rapturously into her cleavage as he roughly pounded her body. "Oh! Oh! Ooooh!" he rapidly jackhammered into her before ripping out of her folds and pulling away from her body, "AH…" she slid down the wall, flopping onto the floor as he held his vibrating cock over her wobbling tits. "Ha…" she instinctively pushed them together, gazing up at him as thick creamy ropes shot across her cleavage like spider webbing. "Mmn… mark those titties…" she cooed up at him. "Shot your load all over them." She said as he continued to do so, stroking out three more ropes at least over her formerly clean breasts…

"Haah… haah… Holy Cow…" he breathed, flopping against the wall above her and letting his cock ooze a final dollop of cum onto her chest like a leaky faucet. Cupping her chest, rubbing her wonderous orbs gently as he pushed off from one wall and flopped against the opposite, slumping down to the floor as she stood up. She bounced her sticky tits in her hands, smiling warmly down at him as her tits jumped up and down… Pulling her hands away, she then twisted her torso and let her breasts bounce about tantalizingly, swatting streams of water side to side as she washed herself once again, lathering up and rinsing down… her smooth, supple body glistened with water as she finally turned it off…

She rang out her strawberry blonde hair and got out of the shower, leaving Reggie on the floor as she grabbed a towel and dried off, wrapping it around her body. "Ah!" and gasping as Reggie cupped her breasts from behind AGAIN. "Reggie…" she gasped exasperatedly. "You've got to STOP surprising girls like this…"

"Give me this tits…" he moaned almost drunkenly, turning her around and throwing her towel aside before burying his face back onto her nipples and sucking lovingly as she moaned. "…I love them. I love these TITS…" she declared manically as he pushed her out of the room.

"Ah! Mmgn! Reggie… oooh…" she moaned sultrily as he easily took her back to his bedroom, and back onto the bed.

"Tits. Tits… gimme these tits…" he lay on top of her, face in her chest as he sucked, squeezed and licked all over them again. "Mmn! Mmmn…"

"Haah… Ah! Ahh… mmgh!" she writhed erotically beneath him as he continued to just toy with her massive breasts, making her shiver in pleasure over and over as he just WORSHIPPED them. She clenched her teeth, hissing through them and moaning, shaking under him as he put both nipples in his mouth and SUCKED. "Haaaah!!"

"MMmmmgh!" he moaned delectably, then suddenly went limp, burying his face into her chest and cooing softly. She gasped softly, splayed out on his bed with him on top of her using her chest as pillows…

Everyone used her tits like pillows…

She wasn't sure how long she lay there… she might have briefly passed out after a while, letting Reggie continue to use her as a bed-warming hug pillow. "…Phew…" she sighed, slowly coming back to reality, and glancing down at Reggie, who was just… out, utterly exhausted after living the dream…

He moaned as she slowly slipped out underneath him, gently resting him on the bed before grabbing her uniform off the floor and quickly jiggling out of the room, quietly shutting the door behind her like a thief in the night. "Phew…" she sighed again, louder this time as she slipped in one leg and the other, yanking the suit on before snapping it onto her body. She ran her fingers through her hair and jiggled down the staircase to the front door of the manor. Pulling it open and heading outside for some fresh air.

"MMmgh!!" she stretched and bounced down the steps of the front porch and passing her car, she went to the servant's cabin where Mortimer was allegedly supposed to be… she walked right up to the front door and knocked loudly. "Mortimer?" she hesitated for a moment, then reached down and opened the door…

It was a quaint little cottage and Mortimer was snoozing on the living room couch. Clearly he got tired of waiting for her to finish with Reggie. Granted it took a little longer then a normal delivery, but he was acting like he was waiting up for her all night rather than… two and a half hours.

"Mortimer!" he snorted suddenly, startled at her sudden appearance. he rubbed his eyes, then adjusted his glasses as she stood over him… he briefly stared at her under-boob, because he couldn't see her face from this angle, then shot up.

"Oh… pardon me I must have dozed off." She crossed her arms under her massive mammaries and waited for him to get up.

"It's fine. So… I'm done." She declared as Mortimer blinked.

"Ri-Right… well." He got up, and quickly walked around the back of the couch and bent down, grabbing a familiar briefcase. "As agreed." He said, opening it up to reveal an absurd amount of cash, before snapping it shut and handing it to her. "Reginald G. Beauregard the Third thanks you for your service."

"I bet if he was awake, the Fourth would thank me too." The Mighty Endowed declared as Mortimer tried not to burst out laughing. "See you around Mortimer." She then turned and walked towards his front door. She chose not to point out that Reggie… would definitely call her again if given the opportunity, but they'll figure that out. They seem pretty smart… She got back to her car, tossed the briefcase into the passenger's seat and drove her car away from the manor and back into Gotham proper.

Time: 4:22 PM. Place: Gotham (Orders' house)

She pulled up to Orders house and got out of the car, carrying the briefcase with her as she walked up the steps and knocked on the front door. It almost immediately opened, revealing Darcy. "Hell,o Bessie. Mother is waiting for you. Bessie walked in as Darcy shut the door behind her and the beautiful buxom babe put the money case down in front of Orders who opened it up and sighed fondly at it… she took out a few stacks or bills, but notedly most of it was returned to Bessie in the suitcase. 

"Good work Elizabeth."

Elizabeth then stretched once more, her chest wobbling as she grabbed the case. "Alright… I don't have to work tonight right?"

"No. Just go change out of your uniform. "I'll see you in two days." Orders replied. "Or if Reginald G. Beauregard needs your services again." She added as Elizabeth groaned, "Or anyone else for that matter who offers us an absurd amount of money."

"…Just don't turn me into Grace, okay?" Bessie replied rather jokingly but Orders raised an eyebrow at that.

"You say that like you DID NOT enjoy it." Bessie turned just a little red, and turned on her heel, heading to the front door.

"Doesn't mean I want to be some… virgin hunting woman who bangs shut-ins…" Orders sipped her coffee and went back to counting her new stacks of money.

"Well it certainly won't be as consistent as Grace…"

"Good night Orders." Bessie replied passing Darcy. "Night Darcy."

"Good night Bessie." Darcy waved and Bessie, still in uniform, returned to her car and drove off towards Superbabes… she was going to go straight to bed when she got home… but unfortunately her pillows weren't as soft as her tits…

End

It's late. I'm tired. And I'm going to bed... I think Next up I'll do Lucy... for reasons.