Written in response to a prompt about a pair of 34Js.
I had to look for an image- that’s well beyond my experience.
A fun vignette……
I thought it was a joke. Insure her breasts?
She must have known what I was thinking because she stood up and unbuttoned that coat and pulled back the lapels. And I was astounded. They were breathtaking.
I work with the industry appraising rare items like art, sculpture and historic artifacts. That is what I had here. All three categories were appropriate.
As I walked to the windows to shut the blinds, I tried to make small talk. “Well, of course, the first step is an appraisal of the merchandise.”
“I expected it would be. Here they are.”
You slid out of the coat and stood. You raised your arms above your head and pulled back your shoulders.
“The physical beauty cannot be denied. However, there are many quantifiable items we must document. Your size, for example. If they were to shrink, you could claim a loss.
“Luckily, I have a complete set of instruments to gauge them.” I pulled out calipers normally used for sculpture.
I carefully measure each from body to the widest point. I write each measurement. A simple measuring tape around the entire bust, then more intimate measurements. The areola was simple enough. But then the nipple itself.
“I will need to-”
“Do what’s needed. It’s not the first time a man has inspected me.”
I took the tip of the caliper and slightly pricked the nipple. It started to harden and become erect.
I moved to measure it and you spoke. “They get larger. Here, let me show you.”
You took one between your fingers and twisted and pulled.
“We need to measure both. Let me help.”
I took the other and did the same. Twisting, pulling, running my nails across the skin.
“I think we might be able to get even more of a response.”
I took it into my mouth and sucked. I could feel it grow, and I thought of the other women in my life. So I reached for your pussy. Your legs spread slightly. You had no objection.
I could feel the nipple get larger and harder, so I measured it again. I let the tip of the caliper bite down just a touch, nice and sharp.
“Well, we have size and color documented. There are more… subjective measurements.”
I took a soft brush used to dust art and brushed under your arms on the sides.
“They do seem sensitive to stimulation.”
“Yes, they are” you reply. I brush them all over. I notice the response on nipples, underboob, and cleavage.
“I have a final concern. While we’ll send you for a medical examination, before we bear that cost, I think I should do a quick check for lumps and such. In any case, it would be good for you to know.”
“Of course. Please, examine me thoroughly.”
I have large, strong hands and I begin a breast exam. I rub and squeeze, then get harder. You’re being mauled. Every inch, every point is squeezed looking for non-existent lumps.
“A final exam is needed. A practical exam, as it were. How do they perform?”
I dive into them with my face. I do the inevitable, motor boating like a Jr. High kid. Every man does.
I move my face to yours and kiss you deeply and you return the kiss.
I again squeeze and manhandle, flicking the nipple slightly, then to squeezing the fullness hard, then to softly brushing the sides.
I pull my cock from my pants asking “Show me please, Ms. Busty, how are they used?”
You rub my cock with each, then suck me into your mouth. Back to the breast, back to the mouth, back and forth.
You practically hit me on the head with one, and push me down on my desk.
“You need a final example of how they’re used,” you say.
You mount me and slide your pussy on my cock, then bend to allow me to experience the joy of those two enormous breasts jiggling, bouncing, and smothering me as you ride me.
I love the ride. You smell wonderful and I get lost between them. I’m high from the pussy and from asphyxia as I lose my breath inside your cleavage.
You can tell I’m about to cum, and you dismount and drop to your knees. You hold them upwards towards me.
“Do it. You need to see how they take a load… for insurance.”
I spray you. You laugh as I do at the futility of my trying to cover them.
You lean back against the desk and rub the cum into them. There is a lot of cum, but a lot of breast. I can barely tell I marked you when you’re done.
“I’ll have to contact my superiors. I’m sure they’ll want to verify my findings, but I’m suggesting coverage in excess of five million dollars.”
“Of course,” you say. “And, periodic checkups, to make sure the coverage is still adequate? Perhaps, monthly?”
“My thoughts exactly.
“And, if I may, we might consider a more comprehensive package. Your mouth and pussy seem well worth covering.”
Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/iq1ejb/the_insurance_appraisal_mf
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