Natural Genetics
By Montrose
Ms Shanks Gives Mr. Tanner the Hard Sell

When someone knocks on my door, I answer it. Always have. It's a piece of advice from 
Paul McCartney that has always made sense to me. "Do me a favor. Open the door. Let 
him in." Generally, it's something like a neighbor looking to borrow a hammer, or a girl 
scout and her mom getting me to shell out for a case of cookies.

But today was a shocker. I opened the door at 8:55 AM on a Saturday to find a statuesque 
version of my school teacher fantasy holding a leather suitcase. Before I could gasp, she 
spoke. "Good Morning, Sir. Are you the man of the house, and may we speak in private?"

By the time I managed to nod once (being the only one living there), she was in my house 
and closing the door with her hip. She locked it as she smiled down upon me. She took 
my hand with her free hand and shook it. "Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Ms 
Shanks and I represent the Natural Genetics Company."

I felt her body heat and smelled her flowery scent rushing over me and had to scope her 
out. I stand six feet tall and weigh 180 pounds. In the tall heels she wore, she stood two 
inches taller than me, so I guess she was really more like five feet eleven and maybe 150 
pounds. And much of her weight was tits and ass. But let's start from the top (mind you I 
had only seconds to drink all of this in before she spoke again). She had wavy locks of 
raven black hair tumbling to her broad shoulders. Her skin was on the light side of olive 
and her large almond shaped eyes were a piercing sea green. She had a nose like a hawk's 
beak supporting a thin pair of rectangular black rimmed spectacles (part of her school 
teacher charm). Her long neck led down to a white blouse open wide in front to expose 
M-A-S-S-I-V-E melons - I mean... they HAD to be fakes! So big and round and pushed 
so high! These overshadowed a slim waist and flaring hips wrapped in a tight black skirt. 
Black micro-fishnet stockings covered her firm legs. The spike heels were a perfect 
match to her skirt.

I gulped.

"I see you have been admiring my chest," she said.

How I blushed! I may have also swallowed my tongue.

"Don't be ashamed, Sir! I'm proud of the girls." Here, she let go of my hand and hefted 
one of her orbs, making them bounce around, almost bursting free of her blouse.

"Oh my god," I murmured. My heart throbbed.

She smiled, lighting up the entryway. "Go ahead and ask. I know you want to."

"I... I... I'm sorry?" I was sweating and panting. She stepped toward me. I backed up 
against the wall with enough force to knock a picture askew. 

Ms Shanks straightened the picture as she addressed me. "You want to ask me something 
about my boobs. Go ahead. Don't be shy."

The question popped out. "Are they real?"

"As natural as can be, dear man. Thank you for asking. No surgery. No pumps. No 
strange exercises." She put her suitcase down, blocking me against the wall in front of 
her and she used both hands to pull her tits out and shove them in my face. "See how my 
nipples respond to touch? A boob job leaves the female nipple numb. Mine are as lively 
as can be. See?" She diddled them with her fingers and I watched them grow pert. 
"mmmmmm... feels good...

"But they weren't always this amazing... you WOULD say they are amazing, wouldn't 
you, Sir?" she touched one stiff nipple to my chin as she asked. It felt warm and inviting. 
I longed to slurp it into my mouth, but I was afraid.

"Uh... oh god... yes. Amazing! Yes!" I managed to stammer out.

She stuffed her rack partly back into her blouse - as much as would fit. "Thank you, Sir. 
Nice of you to notice. But as I say, they weren't always this..." she winked at me 
"'amazing,' to use your description." She picked up her suitcase. "Let's find someplace 
more comfortable to continue our conversation."

As if in a dream, I pointed to the sofa behind her. She strode off, wagging the roundest, 
firmest ass at me as she walked that I have ever seen. Hooters like that and such an ass? 
And LEGS! Damn! Not fair.

She sat down on my sofa, right in the middle, slapping her suitcase on my coffee table 
with a bang. It must be heavier than I imagined. 

She looked back at me and smiled again. "Join me, Sir. I'm quite safe." This last bit she 
said in a softer voice. "I'm here to help you." She patted the cushion next to her.

I pulled my back from the wall and stepped forward. Her smile was encouraging. She 
admired me over the top of her glasses as if I was a star student making her proud. She 
seemed pleased with me.

What the hell was going on? I had never seen this woman before? Or any like her!

I sat at the end of the sofa.

"Where were we?" she mused as she slid a little closer to me. "Oh yes! You were 
wondering how I ever managed to grow such an..." she winked at me again and scooted 
closer... "amazing body." Still looking at me, she clicked the latch on her suitcase, which 
sprang open. The lid popped straight up - a nice bit of mechanics. The bottom was 
replete with little cabinets and drawers.

On the inside of the lid was a picture of a girl in a cheerleader outfit. She was sexy in a 
slim sort of way. Her hair was dark, and she had lovely green eyes and olive skin, and a 
hawk beak nose. Even then you could see she was full of energy and sexual power.

"Do you recognize the pathetic, scrawny creature you see there?" The woman asked. 
"Yes, it was me only 5 short years ago. My senior year in high school. Fortunately for 
me, I discovered Natural Genetics and became the... 'amazing' woman you see before 
you." She slid thigh to thigh with me. "Thank you for the compliment, by the way. I love 
when men admire me. And I feel that I'm worth it. Don't you feel that I am worth it, 
Sir?"

"God yes!"

"You're sweet." She kissed my cheek. "Well let me tell you something, uh... ... uh... 
I'm sorry, I didn't catch your name."

"Hu?"

"Your name?" She was leaning on my! Her tits were on my chest! How was I supposed 
to think? What was my name? Define name!

"Uhm... Jeff?"

"Jeff?" she asked. "Are you sure, Jeff?"

I had to think, but yes, I had gotten it right. "Jeff Tanner," I offered.

"Very good, Mr. Tanner. You may call me Ms Shanks. I find it helps to keep thing 
professional. Don't you agree? Would you do that for me? Call me Ms Shanks?"

I nodded.

"Say it for me. Now."

"Ms Shanks."

She kissed my cheek again.

Had she asked me to eat dog food, I would have done that too.

"Very good, Mr. Tanner. As I was saying, I owe all this..." she ran her hands down her 
curves again "to Natural Genetics. A simple to follow regiment of dietary supplements 
was all it took. And, it was accomplished for far less than expensive plastic surgery with 
all the complications and hospital stays."

She smiled at me.

I gulped, sweating, but coming down a little from my nervousness.

In the lowest, sexiest growl I have ever heard issue from a female throat she asked, 
"Would you like to see what I can do for you, Mr. Tanner?"

"Yes please, Ms Shanks!" I nearly shouted.

"Lucky for you, we have a complete line of nutrients specifically designed to enhance the 
male body." Her hand was on my thigh. "This morning, I will help you decide exactly 
what kind of enhancement you need." Her hand slid up my leg. Her fingers touched my 
balls through my slacks. She leaned on me. Her tits mashed against my chest. "Are you 
as stiff as a post, Mr. Tanner?"

"What?"

"Is your cock hard, Sir? Is your penis fully erect? Now, I mean."

"Oh GOD yes!"

"Really? Let me see..." she felt around in my lap. "Hmmmm... this calls for closer 
inspection." She unzipped my slacks and I came tumbling out from behind my boxers, 
blue-veiner hard. "Yes." she sighed. "That is most definitely a rock hard cock." She 
looked into my eyes. "Is it always this easy for you to be erect?"

"I I I I I I..."

"I mean, with... other girls?" she raised an eyebrow and rolled her eyes. 

The implication was obvious. She meant with LESSER women. Women who were not 
built like her. It was implied that it could be their fault if I hadn't achieved such an 
erection. But, why was she asking? My brain was still spinning too fast for me to catch 
up.

"I guess," I replied.

"Well then." She kissed my cheek again. "I guess you don't need our Pro Erectile 
Formula." Her hand gripped my rod. "Definitely not necessary. But don't worry, Mr. 
Tanner, we have other ways to help you."

She turned back to her suitcase, leaving me panting and shaking on the sofa. "Holy 
Christ!"

Ms Shanks opened a compartment on the bottom and pulled out a long tube. When she 
held it up, I saw it was a giant cock-shaped dildo - at least 12 inches long. "This is a long 
shot, given what I see here, but do you see a need for our Special Growth Formula? It 
stimulates growth in the penis, adding as much as 30% more cock to the average man." 

She held her dildo next to my boner, comparing them. I was about an inch shorter, but 
just as wide. "To be honest, Mr. Tanner, I wouldn't advise it." Her long fingers ran up 
and down my shaft, tenderly. "I wouldn't want to make you monstrously huge." She 
batted her eyes at me. "You might hurt somebody."

I was panting again. Could she actually hear my heart beating. I could.

She dropped the dildo on the sofa. "How about early ejaculation?" She stuck out a very 
long tongue and licked her palm. Then she grabbed my cock and twisted it. "Any trouble 
there?" She stroked up and down, spitting on the head of my shaft for moisture. As she 
jerked me off she checked her watch.

"Jesus! Oh my god!"

"It's all part of the diagnosis process, Mr. Tanner. Give in to it." Her hand ran up and 
down my shaft, fingers tickling my sack. "Oops! There we go." 

I blasted a load of goo onto her right tit. "Jesus!" I gasped.

Ms Shanks raised an eyebrow at me. Her eyes dug holes in me. "That was quick. How 
humiliating for you."

"Oh god!" I gasped. "Oh! I'm so sorry Ms Shanks! Oh god! Please forgive me!"

She lifted her boob up to her face and licked my come off of it. Damn was that a long 
tongue.

"Oh... oh GOD!" I came again just watching her do that. It landed on her other tit.

She let that gob sit there, resting on the upper part of her left globe - giving me the fish-
eye again. "Twice." She checked her watch. "Very quick on the draw, I would say." She 
looked over her glasses at me, then at my come on her tit, then back at me.

I blushed and hung my head. "I am so very sorry. Please forgive me."

"You feel shame," she said in a flat voice. "Shame for how quickly you came."

I almost cried. This never happened to me, but what was she to expect being how she 
was?

"It isn't your fault, Mr. Tanner." She pulled me close and rested my face on her damp 
right tit, my eyes focused on the gob still on her left. She rocked me like I was a baby. "It 
isn't your fault. Many men come too quickly. It's nothing to be ashamed of. And luckily 
for you, I have a good supply of Stamina II with me to help you with your... condition."

"Condition?"

"Premature ejaculation, baby."

"But I don't normally..." I tried to sit up, but she kept my face on her chest.

"There there, Mr. Tanner." She kissed the top of my head. "No need to deny what we 
both can see." She pointed to my come on her tit. "The evidence is plain. I gave you a 
quick hand job, not even using real lube, or my lips or bosom, and you came in 33 
seconds. And again within 8 seconds more. Don't you think a woman like me would 
want more than that?" Again with the judgmental eyebrow.

I crumbled against her. "Yes, Ms Shanks." I cried. Even though it had never been a big 
problem for me, I knew I wanted to give her all she wanted. "I'm so sorry!"

"Very well." She pulled out a pad and pen. "I'll put you down for the starter case of 
Stamina II." 

She sat me up and pulled a lacy handkerchief from her bra. She wiped my tears away. 
The cloth was warm and scented. I reached for it and smelled it. 

"Would you like to keep that?" she asked.

"May I, please?"

"Of course." She wrote something down. I looked at her pad.

Case S II: $299.00
One hanky: $50.00

Wow. Something clicked and I finally got what was going on.

"On second thought," I flushed, worried about insulting her. I didn't want to make her 
leave. "I mean... maybe a little less of the Stamina II?" I sniffed the hanky and didn't 
want to give it back, 50 bucks or no.

Ms Shanks took my hand and placed it on my come on her tit. She rubbed it around, all 
the time looking me in the eye. Then she pulled my hand up and showed it to me, 
dripping come. She slurped my come from my palm, making another smaller spert of goo 
leak from my dick.

"I'm here to help you, Mr. Tanner. Trust me. I know what I'm doing. The case is a good 
start." She fingered the goo from my dick and slurped that up as well.

"Y-y-yes, Ms Shanks." A spazm of orgasm ran up my back as she swallowed.

She looked down at my lap. "But I was right about not selling you the Pro Erectile 
Formula! Just look at you, you eager boy! Stiff as a fence post!"

Sure enough, I was still diamond cutter hard. I basked in her warm glow.

"Me O my, what I could do with that..." she mused.

My cock jerked in response.

"Thank god it isn't even bigger," she said. "I wouldn't be able to stop myself."

"Bigger?"

"Like monster huge." She winked at me. "I go all to pieces for giant cocks."

"I'll take a case of the Special Growth Formula, too," I blurted out.

She looked at me over her glasses. "Now, Mr. Tanner. Please don't make me sell you the 
SGF. It wouldn't be socially responsible of me to give that formula to man as well 
endowed as you already are. You would become..." she trembled, "GIANT!"

"Please, Ms. Shanks. I want a giant cock. Two cases!"

"But you're huge already. Have mercy."

I wanted to tell her it wasn't big enough if she was able to control herself. Instead, I 
blushed.

"I'll tell you what," she said, after a long pause. "You seem like a kind and responsible 
man. Will you promise to be kind to us ladies if I sell you the SGF? I mean, I'll be 
coming back every month to renew your supplies. Will you help me to control myself?" 
Here she leaned upon me with her hand in my lap, stroking my balls. "Please? For my 
sake?"

"I I I I I..."

"I'm so easily tempted," she whispered in my ear. "Please be gentle with me next month. 
Promise?"

"I promise, Ms Shanks." I was practically drooling.

She sat up and wrote on her pad.

Two Cases SGF: $1,198.00

"Wow," I gasped. But if I could tempt her, it was worth it.

"Now, how about physical strength?" She made a muscle for me and smiled. I barely 
noticed it, because it was so close to her tits. "I'm guessing you could use some more 
meat on you, am I right?"

"Actually, I feel fine." I didn't want to spend any more.

"Really, Mr. Tanner? Are you as strong as you should be? Stronger than me, at least? A 
mere woman?"

I nodded.

She looked at me over her glasses and smirked. "Mr. Tanner. I think we both know that 
to be a lie."

"What, that I'm stronger than you? Of course I am!"

"Would you care to test that theory?" She smirked, her eyes twinkling with amusement.

There must be a trick. Ms Shanks has had me dead to rights every time this morning. 
"How?"

"Just a little wrestling match," she replied. "First one to cry 'give' looses. If I make you 
give, you admit that you need our protean powder."

"And if I win?"

She patted my cheek, "If you win, I'll give you anything you want. Anything at all." Her 
eyes suggested she was taking pity on a fool.

"You and me, wrestling on the floor?" It sounded like a great reason to feel her up. And 
after I beat her, she would be mine!

"Do we have a deal?"

"Sure!"

She stood and held out a hand for me. "Then let's get started."

Once I was standing, she picked up and moved the coffee table with her stuff on it. I 
noticed that her shoulders rippled, but she didn't seem unduly strained by the effort.

She unzipped her skirt and dropped it to the floor. She kicked off her heels. "You might 
want to prepare, too, Mr. Tanner." She said this as she took off her blouse and glasses. 
Now she slid her stocking off.

All she had on was her black bra and panties. I wore my boxers and t-shirt. We circled 
each other.

"Whenever you are ready, Mr. Tanner."

I had an inch of height on her, but she was built solid, with long limbs. So what! She was 
a woman!

I jumped in and was instantly tangled up in her arms. Somehow, she twisted me to my 
knees and flipped a leg over my shoulder.  In no time at all she had me in a standing 
scissors hold with my head poking out the front. Her hands controlled my wrists.

"Is this the vaunted power you were going to show me, Mr. Tanner?" she asked as she 
clamped down. "Not really impressive, I must say."

I tried to reply, but nothing came out. Instead, I tried to knock her over. I made her open 
the scissors hold to keep her balance, but she dropped down behind me and trapped me in 
a full Nelson. She rolled on top of me and rubbed my face in the carpet. The burns she 
made lasted over a week.

"Don't give up yet, Mr. Tanner, I'm just getting started." She slipped her legs around my 
middle and scissored me there, still holding the Nelson. 

After mashing my ribs for a while, she slid up on my back and took my neck in a figure 
four. She rested on her back and choked me.

"I suppose I could accept your surrender at this point, Mr. Tanner, though it would be 
embarrassingly early."

I spluttered, but couldn't speak. I wanted to give up, but couldn't get the word out.

"I didn't catch that," she said. I heard her giggle. "Say it again."

The same splutter and gurgle came from my throat.

She laughed.

Then she let go and leaped up to cover me in a school girl pin, my arms under her legs. 
She reached down and twisted my nose with one hand. "How's this, Mr. Tanner. Do you 
find it easier to surrender now?"

"I GIB! I GIB!" I yelled through my pinched nose. The pain was making me cry.

"You gib? I don't know what you mean." Ms Shanks let go of my nose only to slap her 
big hand over my mouth and nose, clipping her thumb under my chin. I couldn't breath. 
"Do you give or not, Mr. Tanner?"

"M mmmm!"

She picked up her hand. I gasped for air. "Don't swear at me." She slapped the living 
crap out of me and replaced her hand. "Do you give?"

"M MMMM!" I cried out trying to say I give, of course. My face was on fire where she 
hit me.

She picked up her hand and slapped me again. Ms Shanks laughed as I yelled into her 
palm. "What does mmmm mean? Not something bad I hope." she giggled. "You know, 
you look quite nice in that shade of red your face is turning. Do you need some air?"

Then came a series of many quick slaps to my face. Ms Shanks grunted with each blow 
like a tennis player, putting everything she had into it. I tried to give up but it came out 
more like, SMACK "I" SMACK "gi" SMACK "I" SMACK "I" SMACK "gi" SMACK 
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK.

SMACK! She slapped me once more, this time she stopped and let me breathe, hands on 
her hips.  She panted a little from the effort. I tasted blood and could feel my lips swelling 
up. By that evening I also had two black eyes.

"Oh god! I give!" I gasped once I could speak. "I swear I give! Please! I give!"

"You admit that you are weak?" she asked, fixing her hair as she sat on me. 

"I do. I'll take the protein powder. Anything you say."

"Anything? You know, I have another cock in that bag of mine. This one is bigger and 
has straps so I can wear it. Maybe I should bend you over and..." Her piercing green eyes 
sparked, giving her a predatory look which, I recognized, had always been hiding behind 
her outrageous beauty.

"Please don't Ms Shanks," I gasped. "I'm begging you."

"Very well, Mr. Tanner," she chuckled. "I'll forgo the pleasure this time. But be careful 
what you offer me next time."

"Yes Ms Shanks. Thank you Ms mmmmm."

She had slid forward to sit on my face, blocking out the rest of my groveling. I waited 
patiently under her firm ass, smothering. There was no point in struggling. "You like my 
ass on your face, Mr. Tanner? You're not fighting it, but your lungs must be bursting by 
now."

She picked her ass up and I gasped for air. She sat back down, smothering me again. 
"You are quite at my mercy. I like that in a man."

I waited patiently. I would let her kill me if she wanted too. I was convinced of her power 
over me to that degree.
      
Eventually she stood. "I see you have learned something, Mr. Tanner. Struggling would 
have been futile."

She lifted me from the floor and kissed my cheek as I gained my feet, her "amazing" 
boobs pressed into me. She stroked my boner fondly. "Very good indeed. A pity you lost, 
actually. Imagine bending me over and having your way..."

I nearly cried at the thought. She laughed.

She led me back to the sofa and sat with me. Almost on me.

Ms Shank took up her pad.

Case P Powder: $399.00

She smiled and leaned on me, this time with her back to me. "You have made me very 
happy, Mr. Tanner. If you'll just give me your credit card, I can process your charges 
plus my nominal handling fee right now." She pulled my wallet from my pocket and 
handed it to me.

I fumbled with the wallet while she fumbled with my throbbing cock, driving me insane.

I handed her a Visa. 

She pulled a cell phone from her suitcase.

She smiled at me and leaned hard against me as she dialed. She lifted one of my arms and 
draped it over her come stained left tit, on the nipple, which had worked free again. I 
played with it as she continued to punch in numbers. I would have to learn about that 
"handling fee" later.

Had she really just kicked my ass? She was barely sweating! Of course, I was just now 
getting my breath under control. 

My rod throbbed against her back, digging in, begging for attention.

She snapped her phone shut. "All done."

"Really?" Even I heard the pleading in my voice. I didn't want her to leave.

She stroked my cheek and held my hands deep within her cleavage. "Would you like to 
lick my pussy before I leave, Mr. Tanner. Would that make you happy?"

"Yes, please, Ms Shank." Of course I would rather she sucked me off, but I knew that 
wasn't going to happen. Maybe after I grew a giant cock...

She fingered through my wallet and pulled out my cash - about $90. "Very well - you 
seem to have enough for that. I think that can be arranged." She batted her eyes at me and 
put her glasses back on while she stuffed my money into her bra. "On your knees, Mr. 
Tanner."

She stood and dropped her panties. A perfect triangle of pubic hair stared at me as well as 
a Chinese dragon tattoo to the right of her groin, facing in. Ms Shanks sat on the arm of 
my sofa and guided my face into her hot clam. "Do a good job, Mr. Tanner. I'm a woman 
who likes her orgasms long and loud."

"Yes, Ms Shanks." I got started. It was mid-afternoon before she left satisfied, showered 
and fully redressed. What she left of me was a battered, dripping mess of female goo and 
a raging case of blue ball.

It was several weeks before I figured out that most of what she sold me was total crap.

The next month, she convinced me to buy all the same stuff over again and let me eat her 
out again for a sizable fee. I swore I would stand my ground, but she overwhelmed me 
again.

And again the following month.

By the 4th month, I discovered that the protean powder, while WAY overpriced, was at 
least adding muscle mass. I was up to 205 pounds and demanded a rematch. Ms Shanks 
quickly boxed my ears in, fractured my right tibia, and took me up the ass with her strap 
on. "How's this for a rematch, Mr. Tanner," she asked as she pulled back on my hair and 
humped away. "You'll be sure to let me know if you ever want another?"

That visit only last two and a half hours, but I never fully recovered from it. After that, I 
just did as she told me and gave her my money.