When I came to my senses my cock was still twitching inside Debbie while my hands grasped Debbie's tiny behind. She was still grinding on my lap and rubbing her sweat covered shimmering breasts against my chest while her sopping pussy squeezing my twitching member. My chin was resting on the top of her short cropped silky black hair. We were both glistening with perspiration and the smell of our joined sex filled my nostrils.

"If you don't stop twitching that cock of yours I'm never letting you out" she gasped.

"Who said I wanted out," I whispered in her ear and nibbled the lobe. I ran my hands up her sweaty back and pulled her tighter. Feeling her erect nipples against my chest gave me a huge feeling of satisfaction, not to mention stiffening my desire to keep humping her in spite of the fact that cumming contractions continued, I felt entirely drained. I leaned back against the divan freeing my hands to fondle and ogle her mountainous tits. Whoever said more than a handful is wasted never spent time caressing, kneading, fondling, and tweaking a pair of truly monumental tits like Debbie's.

"Fine. If you are just going to play with my tits and not fuck me any more I got something to take care of," she said and placed her hands on my shoulders and slide her dripping snatch up my chest and over my chin giving me a chance to give her twat a final lick as she stood and walked off.

I loved the tantalizing glimpses of her tits as they swung side to side while she walked across the room stretching her arms over her head. "I'll be right back." she said as she went into some other room in the apartment. I realized I had only made it to the couch since I had been there. But that was just fine. At this point I don't think I could move very far, but I picked myself off the floor and sprawled back on the couch and caught my breath. I enjoyed the cooling sensation as the air dried my cum drenched privates.

While gratefully recumbent I thought I heard the sound of Debbie talking to someone. I only assumed she had to make a call on the phone since I didn't hear another voice reply to anything she said. I was relieved. Last thing I needed was to find some boy friend had come in the back door of the apartment, if there even was one. Door or boyfriend. It dawned on me other than working together and company gatherings I knew little of little Debbie. But I was in no shape for a tussle other than maybe another round with her voluminous tits.

When she emerged from the other room I enjoyed her swaying hips and 38DD tits as she sauntering across the room for effect. I was pleased that she had refrained from donning a garment.

"Making plans?" I asked, alluding to what I thought had transpired in the other room.

But Debbie artfully dodged the question by dropping between my knees and delicately depositing an enormous breast on each of my thighs pressing them around my rising cock. "I have plans alright," she said as she pressed her boobs around me and wiggled them with shoulders and hands, "Even though I know the only reason you fucked me is because of my big tits."

"As you were walking away I was kind of getting some ideas about that tiny little can of yours." I grinned.

"That is going to take allot of convincing my horny little knob boy. That bulb on the head of you dick is hard enough to get in my cunt, let alone you know where."

"So what sort of convincing?" I asked as my prick was growing between those fabulous brown nippled breasts.

" A lot of treating me like a princess, and fucking me like a whore." she quipped. "So far you have only started on number two, and done nada about number one." With that she released my cock from it's tit haven, lowered her head and ran her tongue up balls and shaft then flicked the now pulsing purple knob with her darting tongue while looking at me through earnest brown eyes. " Now you think about that while I will give you another incentive for numero uno."

With those words she began to give my cock the best slurping slobbering I could imagine. I think at one point she was humming the Bolero while she had my prick down her throat. Then she would grab the shaft and slide both her tiny hands up and down with a slight twisting motion leaning back enough so I could watch her boobs sway with her labors. "Just as I suspected," she said and then got back to working it with her mouth and tongue like her first Popsicle. Well she put me over the top quick pulling me out of her mouth and aiming what little spunk I had left at her lovely tits. She took her time smearing the spluge over them for my visual satisfaction.

"I told you so," Debbie said looking exceedingly pleased with herself. She stood and looked down at me and said, "It's late, my pussy is sore, and we both have to work tomorrow. Time to get dressed and for you to go home."

I made a theatrical frown and said, "But I haven't seen the bedroom yet."

"Oh no, once you are in my bed you are not sneaking out in the middle of the night. So unless you are ready to take this to waking up with each other in the morning stage you best be getting on home. You have a busy day tomorrow. I know, because I scheduled you."

Debbie was right, as usual, so I dressed and as we were kissing goodbye at the door she said "Princess, remember." I nodded and made my exit into the hall and out into the crisp Chicago night air. I hailed a taxi, but instead of home I told the driver to take me to Slamys, my favorite old neighborhood bar. It was a little past midnight, and I needed a night cap. Not only can Debbie wear you out, but her directness can be a little nerve jangling as well.

Speaking of jangling, when I got to Slamys who should be tending bar but one of my High School sweethearts brothers girlfriends sisters. Even in big cities, your past can always find you in a crowd. Lo and behold here was the terminally partying and mortally coked up Cathy looking me up and down with the recognition that can only mean trouble. For whom I did not know.