They met outside the Dame’s office building. Dad was as always in a suit when working. The Girl was – well she was hot. She was in a grey business suit, the tight skirt not covering her knees, the white silk shirt buttoned tight under the feminine shaped jacked. Hair pulled tight in a ponytail. Black stockings and high heels. And to complete the picture – a pair of glasses that she didn’t really need.

In the elevator going all the way to floor 24 she adjusted and tightened his neck tie. Then with a sudden impulse as realizing something, she pressed the stop button. She checked the time.

“We have about 8 minutes”, she said. “Will that be enough for you to get off?”. As Dad hesitated, she started to work on his pants.

“The thing is,” she explained, “I need your stamina up there. We can’t have you finishing off in ten minutes. I figure you will endure quite a bit more if you came now, for instance in my ass”.

The cock was out in the open and not completely limp. She turned around facing the elevator mirror and lifted her skirt. Under the skirt were suspenders for the stockings, but no underwear. She bent over, offering her perfect ass to Dad. His eyes started at the high heeled shoes and rose slowly up the completely straight seams of the stockings. When his glare rested upon the pink bullseye of the dartboard her round ass looked like, seeing her index finger already probing the little brown star, he was fully erect.

There mere sight was almost enough to get him off. He lent forward and sent a gob of spit to her rectum, then pressed his bulbous head in the same direction. She took it like a pro, maybe she had prepared, Dad thought. In three strokes he hit bottom and she didn’t make a sound. Being a gentleman he started wondering about her pleasure and remembered how easily satisfied she was. Her quietness seemed a bit odd – but then he remembered the purpose; he was supposed to get off asap, and a load of female cumjuice on their suits wouldn’t make the best start for the meeting. So Dad fiested on the sight of his hot assistant as he plowed away in her butt hole.

When he started he had seven minutes left. As it turned out, four was enough. He came in her rectum, withdrew and zipped his pants. The Girl did even less. She rose, pressed the elevator button and straightend her skirt. Just another day at the office. Dad thought, she would have to have quite a tight ass to keep the fluid from running. He actually found that funny.

The Dame was as vulgar, as Dad would have expected. Her hair was platinum blonde, beyond any question not her natural color. It was big, curly and messy in an on-porpose-just-got-out-of-bed-way. Her makeup was plenty. Maybe it was more filler than makeup as its primary purpose was to make the face look less wrinkled. Her lips were botoxed. Her tight purple dress had probably cost more than Dads car, but could not hide the fact that she was fat. Her tits were enormous; they looked like two seals caught in a sleeping bag.

The Dame greated Dad with a kiss on the cheek and a hand on his hip (actually closer to his ass). Quite a direct approach for a formal meeting as they had never met before, Dad thought. Her breath was one of cigarettes and Whiskey. The Girl acted as they had planned, quiet and discrete, and the Dame never greeted her or offered her as much as a glance. The Girl had instructed Dad to start the meeting as he would start any meeting. The seduction itself would be taken care of, she had assured him. Indeed that proved right.

Dad tried to keep the conversation on pensions, retirement plans, expected income and expenses, chosing high return over low risk etc but to no avail. The Dame was dangling her shoe. She bit her lower lip. She sucked her pen. She fondled her breasts. As instructed, Dad just sticked to his role. It became however more and more difficult.

Every time he asked the Dame a question, she would not answer, but say something else. One time she asked Dad, if he liked fingers up his ass when he fucked. The next time she told him, her cup size was H but she would use a bra size G or even F to make them stand out more. Eventually when she put a foot right in the crotch of Dad he figured it would be the credible time to step out of character.

“What are you doing?” he asked, not knowing what else to say.

“I’ll tell you what”, the Dame said with a voice not unlike Joe Cocker. “I will take whatever pension plan you recommend for me. That is IF you can get me off first. Right here, right now!”. Her eyes were a bit blurry from booze, but also lustful and quite a bit hopeful.

“But of course”, Dad ensured with a smile, he hoped would not look too forced. “Giving advice can be done in multiple ways.” After all, Dad thought, this old crow just needed a bit of affirmation.

“Exactly”, the Dame smiled, clearly relieved. “But I’m afraid I have been a baad girl. I am naughty and should be punished”. She curled her hair with her fingers and made an innocent face trying to look like a school girl. She didn’t succeed very well, and Dad almost couldn’t resist laughing. He glanced briefly at the Girl. She was studying some documents, explicitly not paying any attention. She did well, but her part was the easy one, Dad thought. He got up. Here it goes, he thought to himself.

“You are right. You have been naughty”, he said. “You need a spank for sure, but that may not be enough!”

The Dame obviously enjoyed the role playing. She placed her heavy body on the table, bending over and offering her back side to Dad. Her ass was huge, but in all fairness it was actually smaller than her bosom. Probably because there were no implants on her back side. Dad roughly liftet the dress and gave her left ass cheek a hard slap. And then another one. He thought he was hard on her, he could see the imprints of his fingers, but the Dame needed it rougher.

“Come on. Punish me! Make me hurt. Or are you to weak, you little prick?” she hissed through her teeth.

“Shut up you old cunt!” Dad replied and hit her ass as hard as he could. This time she actually moaned. Dad got surprised of his own reaction and looked to the Girl. She had moved to the Dame’s desk where she had found a whip. A handle with a number of leather straps attached. She handed it to him discretely.

“Now here’s the deal, you dirty slut!”, Dad barked. “I’m gonna ravage your filthy body in whatever way I deem fit. And the only words I will hear from you is ‘yes please’ and ‘sorry’. Got it?” As he said the last words, he hit her ass with the whip. Dad wasn’t used to whipping people, and had he thought a bit about it, he might have wanted to calibrate his strength a bit. He hit her just about as hard with the whip as he had done with his bare hand. That was by far too hard. The Dame swallowed a scream, tears ran to her eyes and little streaks of blood appeared across her fat ass. But the only thing she said was “Yes please”.

I might get the hang of this, Dad thought to himself. He dropped the whip and yanked her panties down. Then he opened the dress zipper and commanded her to undress. She obeyed. She wasn’t wearing a bra, but a corsage that lifted the boobs without covering them. Dad remembered a thing he once was told about the teachings of Freud, as the Dame stood before him. Any man desires a pretty and slim woman to brag about but a fat and vulgar bitch to ravage in bed. “Well Sigmund”, he thought to himself as he picked up the whip once again, “you won’t get it better than this one”.

Dad inspected the fat trembling body, giving it a whip wherever he felt like. Boobs, thighs, ancles, back and even once on the left chin. The Dame just stood there. But she got more and more horny.

Dad instructed her to spread her legs. As she did he noticed her old cunt was shaven. Thank God for that, Dad thought, the hairline was visible and had she not shaven, the carpet would have been the size of Texas. Dad forced that image away and shuffled the whip handle up her dripping wet pussy. The Dame moaned and her legs trembled.

“You may bend over the table again”, Dad instructed.

“Yes please”, she replied. Good girl.

Dad got behind her and fucked her hard with the whip. To his own surprise he was rock hard. Making love to this whale would probably be impossible, but molesting the shit out of her was apparently not such a bad idea. Dad stepped out of his pants and shorts, but kept shirt, jacket and tie. With no further warning he then entered her bum hole. She may or may not have been ready, he didn’t care. He coordinated his thrusting between his dick and the whip, still in her dripping wet pussy. That made her come. She was some kind of screamer – she wined like a baby. Dad slapped her a few times, but didn’t slow down the pounding.

As she came down from her bliss, Dad commanded her on her knees. He shoved his glistening prick in her face.

“You will know what your own sorry ass tastes like”, he said. “You eat this!”.

She did. Actually she wasn’t talented at giving head, but she eagerly licked and tasted all of it, just like she was told. When he felt his dick was clean, Dad pulled her hair back violently forcing her onto the floor. For a second he feared she would be wearing a wig but the hair seemed to be attached in one end, luckily. Dad squatted on her belly and placed the hard member between her tits.

“Now press those globes of fat together for me and give me a reasonable trail to follow. She lifted her massive tits that easily covered the prick completely. It didn’t feel that good though. Just as Dad thought of abandoning the exercise the Girl handed him… a bottle of mayonnaise. The Girl smiled at Dad as he looked at her in disbelief. Did she think of everything? Mayo??

The lid was off, and Dad splashed plenty of mayo onto the giant bosom.

“You seem to like fat, don’tya?” He accused the Dame. She agreed. She eagerly opened her mouth when Dad – just for fun – tried to feed her with it. And she seemed to like it, when he smeared it into her face. Damn, she was a fat fuck.

With the mayo lube, the monster-tits weren’t that bad. But it was to Dads surprise that the Dame suddenly trembled in another orgasm. It felt a bit like sitting on an earthquake. Dad turned his head and noticed he had help. Ever so discretely the Girl had grabbed the whip, still seated in the old cunny and her handling was probably the cause of the orgasm more than the tit fucking. During the climax, the Girl withdrew like a shadow. The Dame probably never noticed what hit her.