by Lesley Finch
Imogen gave a long, world-weary sigh, then crossed her legs and folded her thin arms—with difficulty—over her tightly-clad chest.
‘It’s okay, you don’t have to join in for now if you don’t want to,’ said Uschi as sympathetically as she could.
‘No, no, I don’t want to spoil the fun,’ sighed Imogen. She rubbed her eyes as she combed through memories, elbows pressing into her balloon-like breasts and jiggling them about as she did so, then she slapped her palms on her denim-clad thighs having mustered some fake enthusiasm. ‘Okay, here we go. A couple of years ago I did a bungee jump.’
Eyebrows shot up in surprise at this very un-Imogen revelation. A dark horse after all, perhaps?
‘At the village fête. They had a crane and all that. Anyway, down I go on the bungee, then up, then down. I’m hanging there upside-down wearing this loose top which has turned completely inside out, covering my face so I can’t see anything, and then I felt my boobs hit me in the face. I had completely forgotten that I wasn’t wearing a bra.’
‘You forgot you were braless?’ said Jemima in disbelief.
‘These things are so big and heavy I can barely tell the difference,’ said Imogen, then, as an afterthought, tugged open the neckline of her top to verify her underwear situation, confirming it to herself with a nod. ‘So everyone at the fête saw my tits.’
There was a bit of a silence as everyone waited for the story to finish. Imogen was not the most vivid or enthusiastic of raconteurs. Which was a good thing, as the image alone had aroused Roger to painful bursting point, and any more detail would have rendered him a gibbering ejaculating wreck on the spot.
‘That’s it,’ said Imogen. ‘That’s my funny story.’
Uschi instigated a round of applause, which everyone joined in with politely. ‘Well, thank-you all, ladies and gentleman, I’ll let you get back to your jobs now. We’ll resume same time tomorrow.’
Imogen, Sophie, Jemima and Louise stood, thanked Uschi, and left the room.
‘How was that for you?’ Uschi turned to Roger with a calm smile.
‘Gent’s toilets,’ Roger managed to wheeze. ‘Across the corridor. Now.’
He stumbled out of the conference room, checked the coast was clear, then gave the signal to Uschi who, with a quiet giggle, tottered across on her high heels and pushed open the men’s room door. Roger followed her, deranged with backlogged tit-lust.
‘It’s so clean,’ Uschi remarked, impressed as she took in the immaculate state of Roger’s private bathroom.
Roger was impatient to get on with taking out the past couple of hours’ immense sexual frustration on his lovely co-conspirator. ‘It’s just me using it,’ he muttered by way of explanation. ‘And I mainly use it for wanking.’
‘You naughty boy,’ growled Uschi, toying with her blouse buttons. ‘Shall we find a new use for it?’ She gave a naughty laugh.
Roger was so desperate to unload his bloated balls that he barely had the mental capacity to reflect upon his good fortune. Uschi’s endless amusement at seeing Roger so horny and tormented was complemented perfectly by Roger’s obsession with her body. An office toilet was a rightly appropriate place to celebrate so unromantic a relationship.
Uschi opened her blouse and let Roger feast his eyes on the flimsy, stretchy lace bralette that covered her pert, ample breasts without altering their beckoning, full-bottomed shape. ‘How about those stories the girls told, eh Roger? Are you pleased with me? Pleased to hear your colleagues talking about their big titties?’
Roger nodded and uttered a wordless grunt as he loosened his tie and began to unfasten his belt.
‘But we can’t have you take out all this sexual desire on them, can we? That would be most unprofessional,’ said Uschi, toying with her thick black curls. She leaned her rounded bottom against the edge of a sink.
Roger nodded again.
‘So I want you to get it all out of your system, Roger. I want you to do to me all the things you’d like to do to those bosomy young ladies. Let’s start with Sophie, already so busty when she was just eighteen! Imagine! Imagine those solid torpedo tits straining at a school blouse.’ Uschi closed her blouse again and thrust her shapely breasts out, stress lines radiating from their firm tips. ‘Can you make my tits move without touching them, Roger?’
Roger raised his hands and grabbed Uschi’s 34E breasts through her office clothes like a man possessed. ‘Uuuhhh,’ he moaned, as he immediately started cumming in his trousers. He hardly even noticed it was happening, so fixated was he on the cotton and lace-encased bosom in his hands.
‘Oh Roger!’ Uschi giggled and feigned a girly schoolgirl voice, then dropped her timbre to her customary low, hoarse, sexual purr as genuine pleasure at being manhandled so passionately took over. ‘Oh Roger. You’ve no idea what it’s like to be so desired. Oh it feels so fucking good when you play with my big boobs! Yes, yes, squeeze them, jiggle them, grope and stroke them, do whatever you fucking want with them, it all just makes me want to orgasm like crazy!’
Roger shuffled off his trousers and pants, releasing his still stiff cock, now shrouded in a thick, translucent veil of fresh cum.
‘Goodness,’ exclaimed Uschi, looking down. ‘You really did need that, didn’t you! I don’t want that stuff all over my skirt, though.’
‘Oh, um, sorry, I…’ Roger mumbled awkwardly.
Uschi laughed. ‘You’re so sweet when you’re flustered, Roger. Don’t worry, I’ll simply lose the skirt.’
And, never breaking eye contact with her former line manager, Uschi unzipped her grey suit skirt down the side, then grabbed it, her tights, and her knickers and wriggled her way out of them all at once, her tan hips gyrating with sensuous theatricality, her lovely thighs writhing around a wild, dark pubic bush.
‘Good God,’ gasped Roger. Although very much a card-carrying boob man the rest of the time, there wasn’t a single square inch of Uschi’s delicious nude body that didn’t make him painfully erect. When Uschi stripped naked, he was neither boob man, nor leg man, nor bum man. He was an Uschi man.
‘There,’ said Uschi, underthings round her knees. ‘My clothes might not be wipe-clean, but my pussy is. Now, who’s next? Oh! I nearly forgot about when Nina came in. Did you like how I got her to bounce that massive chest of hers up and down?’
‘Yes, very much so,’ moaned Roger. Uschi began to bounce up and down on the edge of the sink, sending her chest into vaulting leaps and bounds within her bra. The panels of her pink blouse flapped from the wobbly tips of her jutting, undulating breasts as she did so, and Roger’s already rising cock found itself with nowhere else to go than between Uschi’s smooth, tightly closed, squirming thighs, her hot, moist entrance landing heavily on the length of his shaft as his throbbing, cum-coated cockhead made its way all the way underneath her to nestle between her buttocks.
‘That dick of yours, it’s insane,’ Uschi breathed as she straddled Roger’s horizontal length, still bouncing her tits up and down in her elasticated bra. ‘If only the girls all knew how long, thick and hard it gets. I just want to rub my pussy all over it until I cum, you human dildo, you!’
Roger wasn’t sure who was hornier, Uschi or him, but he didn’t care. All he was interested in finding out was how many more times he could cum.
‘And Louise,’ Uschi said. ‘Buxom blonde Louise. Those tits! They’re unbelievable. Oh, you should have seen them in that picture, Roger. You would have lost your mind.’
‘I would have lost my load, too,’ said Roger.
‘Wouldn’t you love to have been there outside the church when those swelling, pointy, pink-tipped jugs burst out of her bridesmaid dress?’ Uschi dismounted Roger’s cock, hopped from the edge of the basin, and dropped into a crouch until Roger’s swaying dick was level with her cleavage. ‘Out of all the girls in her team, she’d be the best to titfuck, wouldn’t she? Firm enough to get some good purchase on your massive cock, big enough to accommodate it in that naturally tight cleavage, but still bou
ncy enough to wobble about while you’re at it. Imagine it, Roger. Imagine titfucking lovely Louise.’
But, as Uschi grabbed Rogers stiff dick, held it upright, positioned her plush globes above its summit and with her other hand tugged the elastic band of her bra outwards to let the purple helmet pass beneath it, then let her soft, beautiful bosom descend all the way down to just above his still-bloated ballsack, Roger couldn’t think of Louise or anyone or anything else, all he could think of was that he was titfucking Uschi.
Tits held loosely together by the bralette, Uschi began to shimmy her shoulders and let her soft, perfectly-formed E-cup udders wobble and careen around Roger’s painfully erect manhood, the pinnacle of which was practically touching her chin. When she looked down to admire it, Roger could feel her breath emitting in short, sharp, hot bursts. The look on her face was one of raw, animal obsession, an instinct that made her outward sexual manifestations gravitate towards Roger’s with a lack of emotion that seemed quite separate from the genuine fondness she occasionally seem to show towards the incongruously huge-dicked boob fetishist.
Deciding that he probably still had at least one more orgasm in him before Uschi and her relentless body milked him completely dry for the day, Roger gave into the desire to cum, and without bothering to notify the beautiful woman whose breasts were motorboating his erection, he let himself unload. Over and over again he pelted Uschi’s delighted face with a second steady succession of cum-ropes that stretched gooily back down onto her wobbly breasts, the chalky white translucence in tasteful contrast to her flawless olive skin.
‘Where was I,’ said Uschi through a sticky lipful of congealing jism, as Roger withdrew from the underside of her deep cleavage, his tender dick still sausage-thick but sagging somewhat in post-ejaculatory exhaustion. ‘Sophie, Nina, Louise, who’s next... Jemima! Posh totty, as you say here in England. Letting herself be strip-searched like that. The firm-titted tease!’ Uschi stood up straight again, her chest rebounding from the sudden upward motion. ‘Undress me, Roger. Undress me like the security guard at the airport.’
Dizzy from two orgasms following so closely after one another, Roger nevertheless found the presence of mind to yank Uschi’s blouse down, baring her shoulders, letting the garment fall into the sink behind her.
‘So forceful, Roger! I love it! Found what you’re looking for yet?’
Roger contemplated those perfect, well-sprung tits in that bouncy lace bralette. Though he had groped them, fucked them, jizzed all over them here in the men’s washroom, Uschi had astutely left the best treat for last: simply letting him look at them. He slid the lacy straps off, appreciating for the umpteenth time the way her miraculously self-supporting her jugs didn’t drop even a fraction of an inch in absence of the entirely unnecessarily support. Then, ever so tenderly, he continued pulling the straps down, pulling the flimsy cups down with them, bending Uschi’s ample breasts down, down, down, her bulbous areolae caught on the lace trim, until the bra gave up the fight and Uschi’s breasts bounced elastically back upwards, out of the bra, nude, to their high, upswept, beckoning pout, jiggling with playful autonomy.
‘Oops, you’ve found the tits I was trying to smuggle through customs,’ Uschi said, fixing Roger with those dark bedtime eyes. ‘I know they’re over the size limit, but I’ll do anything you want, sir, absolutely anything.’
‘I can’t believe how hard you’ve made me again,’ Roger said. The sight of Uschi’s peerless tits bobbing so high, full and perky on her slender torso had given his dick a third throbbing lease of life.
Uschi, ankles still held together by her scrunched-up tights and knickers, parted her knees where she perched against the edge of the sink, her pussy now a wide open goal with the fat head of Roger’s erection mere millimetres from its hot, wet entrance.
Roger, eyes darting up and down from Uschi’s eyes to her quivering breasts and back again, let his hips advance towards her. His scarlet helmet entered her effortlessly, so well-lubricated were the regenerative organs despite the seemingly incompatible size disparity. He couldn’t believe how good it felt, even though it wasn’t their first time. It was no titwank, but it was still a monumental turn-on, and the one advantage it had over a titfuck was the glorious, unobstructed view of boob.
‘Go ahead,’ said Uschi softly, sensing Roger’s shyness.
In and up Roger’s monstrous shaft continued, Uschi yelping quietly with each further half inch that continued to fill her up, until Roger ran out of room about halfway in, feeling the tip of his dick hit the bodacious Bavarian’s cervix. He retracted a little, then pushed in again, and started, very gently, to fuck his former colleague, all the time savouring the sight of her wobbling, gravity-shunning, swollen-nippled norks with boundless desire. The sheer amount of semen with which they were still decorated only served to turn him on even more.
‘Roger, that feels out of this world,’ she growled between pants of dizzy pleasure. ‘I know you’d much prefer to wank onto my tits, so I appreciate this. If you feel like cumming at any point, then just pull out and spray me with more cum, okay?’
Roger nodded his obedient understanding, and continued to nudge his thick boner in and out of Uschi’s tight, wet cunt. The two unorthodox, loveless sexual partners exchanged smiles and giggles, neither one touching the other with their hands, the only point of contact being their genitals. Roger simply stood there, hands by his sides, lazily thrusting his hips back and forth, letting the first four or five inches of his cock explore and massage Uschi’s insides, while Uschi propped herself up, hands on the edge of the porcelain sink. He wondered if Uschi was getting any actual sexual pleasure from this experience, or if she was simply satisfying her urge to feel a cock like his inside her. As ever, he didn’t pry into the nature of Uschi’s romantic life outside of work. He wondered if she still had the boyfriend she had occasionally mentioned, and what their sex life might be like.
He realised that if he thrust a bit more energetically, the repercussions on Uschi’s bosom were all the more enjoyably bouncy to watch, but this acceleration not only seemed to be too much discomfort for the wincing Uschi, but too much visual and physical stimulation, too quickly, for him, and before long he felt an astonishing third orgasm welling up between his legs.
‘I, uh, I feel bad not making you, um, orgasm,’ he stammered, knowing that within seconds he was going to have to withdraw.
‘Another time, Roger,’ said Uschi with a boob-wobbling shrug. ‘This is all about you. Pull out and unload.’
And Roger did precisely that. His plumlike cockhead left Uschi’s vagina with an audible wet plop, and his boner, bent downwards for too long, shuddered back upwards to ejaculate straight away, three or four admirably long, if rather less opaque, strings of cum flying up to meet the curvaceous young German’s gorgeous boobs, a second coat of semen covering the first. Roger staggered back into an open toilet cubicle and fell back onto the seat, his twitching cock finally drooping again for what definitely felt like the last time, temporarily at least.
Uschi stood there, still leaning back against the sink, naked save for her heels, the bra around her stomach, and the clothes around her ankles, her proud, heaving chest dripping with cum. She grinned at Roger, pleased with her work in draining him so thoroughly. ‘And we never even got around to talking about Imogen,’ she said with a dirty grin.
Roger’s cock gave a painful dry heave at the thought of Imogen’s breast-baring bungee jump and his face contorted with agony.
‘Oops,’ giggled Uschi. ‘Too much?’
Roger nodded, slumped back against the cold lavatory cistern.
Uschi stooped to pull her skirt, tights, and knickers back up. Her dangling, heavily wobbling udders as she did so were so agonizingly horny a sight that Roger had to look away. ‘Well, I hope you feel appropriately purged,’ she said. ‘Perhaps we ought to do this before tomorrow’s session rather than afterwards?’
Roger had mixed feelings about that. While it was certainly a sensible sug
gestion, he also couldn’t deny that being so viscerally aroused for such a long time during these boob-awareness training sessions was a thrill he wanted to experience again and again. ‘Will that really be necessary?’ he wheezed, still out of breath. ‘If it’s going to be more of the same tomorrow, I’m sure I’ll manage.’
‘Up to you,’ Uschi said, pulling her bralette back up over her breasts and tucking them in. ‘But, fair warning: tomorrow I’m going to be taking things with the girls a step further.’
Chapter Four
Roger contemplated masturbation that night, every single sight, sound and sensation of that bathroom encounter with Uschi replaying endlessly in his mind, erection towering and swaying overhead as he lay on the bed sheets. But he couldn’t bring himself to do it. How he once loved to lie there and let his fantasies propel his untouched erection to geysering relief, how he once rejoiced at the sight of those long, thick ropes of white cum as they sailed haphazardly through the air in honour of the breasts he had furtively spied during the day. But this seemed like a waste of his manly resources, given that Uschi was, for the time being, back in his life and not only willing to endure his lecherous behaviour but to actively encourage it.
This unusual sexual relationship had begun with Uschi ostensibly attempting to wean him off his perverted tit-obsession through relentless overexposure, but all she had achieved was to develop his harmless idle flights of fancy into a very real physical addiction. After getting to titfuck not only Uschi on numerous occasions but also the sullen French tit-queen Vanessa and the large-cup lingerie model Shelley, it was rather disappointing to ejaculate any other way, and there was barely a cleavage he saw that he didn’t crave to fill with his cock and his cum. Masturbation, far from a pleasurable pursuit, now served the very necessary practical purpose of regulating these animal urges, but Uschi clearly agreed with him that this was a waste. Uschi, like Roger, wanted to see his oddly enormous boner and ample supply of semen end up where it rightfully belonged, all over and in between the shapely breasts of well-endowed young women.