I looked up at Jeff and still couldn’t believe it. “I won’t ever make a bet with you again,” I grinned as I lay on the floor with Jeff on top of me.

“I told you,” Jeff grinned as he held my tits together and fucked them.

When Jeff made the comment that he loved tit fucking and could do it every day. I didn’t believe him, I thought he would get bored of it and take a day off or more, but no, today marked the eighth day in a row that he had been fucking my tits.

I watched the head of his cock disappear and reappear between my tits and smiled. “You proved me wrong, that’s for sure.”

I wasn’t complaining by any means; in fact, I liked it. Before Jeff, all my tits did were sit there, huge fat bags attached to my chest. Now, they have all of his attention on a daily basis. Jeff squeezed them, played with them, and fucked them sometimes two or three times a day.

“I told you not to bet him,” Amanda chimed in from the front counter.

“Yeah, but I don’t work with him,” Amanda quickly reminded me.

Amanda only came to help out on the weekends. Like Margie and Melanie, she had her job and just came by because of Jeff.

“You’re next!” Jeff exclaimed as he ramped up his pace.

I had always bought regular bras, but now that I knew about Jeff’s addiction to large breasts, I splurged and got fancy bras that I knew would get his attention.

“Don’t threaten me with a good time!” Amanda snapped back.

Like me, Amanda was a big woman with big tits, a thick waist, and huge thighs. Melanie and Margie were smaller than we were, but still curvy in the right places. It’s what Jeff liked about all of us; he didn’t like the skinny girls.

“Fuck!” Jeff growled as I felt his cock throb and then the onslaught of cum as it shot from his cock and coated my tits.

He loved cumming on my tits, sometimes between them. “No pearl necklace today?” I grinned.

“Maybe later,” Jeff said, slowly getting off me.

“I will hold you to that,” I winked.

After getting situated and cleaned up, I went back to the storefront and smiled at Amanda, who was shaking her head. “You just had to cut in line!”

Margie, who was sitting on the floor and making banners for our bake and book sale to promote some new books and local indie authors, smiled at both of us. “She’s not wrong.”

Melanie was hanging the finished banners on the ceiling and over the door. “He is young give him a few minutes and he will be ready.”

“Fuck that, I need it now!” Amanda stormed into the backroom.

The three of us laughed at each other as the door slammed shut.

“She will get him,” I stated as I looked over the sales for the week.

Jeff was easy to get ready and hard. Besides, Amanda had huge tits, and that’s what usually got him all boned up.

The door opened, and Sophia from the flower store walked inside.

Sophia and I have disagreed many times. She is an uptight woman who thinks everyone should pay her rent and dues because her family built this whole area back in the good old days.

Sophia had a picture of her with her grandfather outside on the street when it was first opened for business. The old bat rubbed it in our faces any chance she got.

“Laura,” Sophie stared at me as she approached the counter.

“What can I do for you?” I asked as I turned to face her.

“I was wondering, if I could borrow your helper this weekend?”

“Wow, that’s bold!” Margie stood up.

“An understatement,” I acknowledged.

“My Ronnie is going out of town with friends,” Sophie muttered under her breath.

“Your grandson,” I laughed as the picture became clearer.

Ronnie was always in and out of rehab. For a twenty-something, he was always up to no good. His going out of town meant he had done something, which is why Sophie was asking for help.

All the shops in the area were having a big sale, and our bake and book sale was already on schedule. Sophie didn’t want to be left behind.

“Can I, or can’t I?” Sophie asked as she stared at me.

“Lower the rent for….” I started to say, but Sophie slammed an envelope on the counter.

I looked at the paper inside and saw a new lease ready for me to sign. Sophie hadn’t just lowered the rent by a little, but nearly half, and it was for four years. All I had to do was sign.

“I gather you are in agreement?” Sophie held out a pen.

I hated the old bitch, but she knew the business. The look on her face made me sick, but I was in no position not to bring it up to Jeff.

“I am not his owner,” I told her. “If he wants to help you I won’t stop him.”

“Fair enough,” Sophie put the pen down.

“Fuck!” Amanda yelled from the back room.

“What the hell was that?” Sophie asked.

“That didn’t take long,” I grinned.

“We really should get soundproofing in that room,” Margie grinned as the rhythmic sound of skin hitting skin came through the door.

The Help Chapter Three: The Best Helper

Jeff starts to help even more with Laura’s shop and her friends, catering to all their needs.

I looked up at Jeff and still couldn’t believe it. “I won’t ever make a bet with you again,” I grinned as I lay on the floor with Jeff on top of me.



The Help Chapter Three: The Best Helper

Jeff starts to help even more with Laura’s shop and her friends, catering to all their needs.

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