by Lesley Finch
‘See if you can bounce your boobs out of the bra,’ said Uschi.
Roger watched, spellbound and on the brink of orgasm, as Sarah began to hop lightly on the spot. Her heavy chest bounced high and descended low, the bra’s characteristic elastic shoulder straps stretching and contracting with each leap and bound.
‘I’m going to give myself two black eyes,’ Sarah gasped as she started running on the spot. ‘It’s a very bouncy bra, isn’t it? I don’t think my boobs bounce this much even when I’m topless!’
‘But your boobs themselves are secure in the cups, no?’ said Uschi.
Sarah stopped her jog, and let her chest bounce six or seven times under its own springy momentum until it had come to a relative standstill. ‘No sign of slippage,’ she reported. ‘I guess that’s a trade-off for the bounciness.’
‘Exactly,’ said Roger, hoping the tremble in his voice wasn’t too obvious. ‘The elastic acts like suspension. If it weren’t there, your breasts would have fallen out almost immediately.’
‘And we wouldn’t want that, now, would we?’ Sarah said, mildly flirtatious.
‘Try shaking your bosoms from side to side,’ said Roger, emboldened. ‘See if you can dislodge them that way.’
Sarah complied, shimmying her shoulders, hands by her sides, her cleavagy bust wobbling and jostling from left to right in the blue cups. ‘What’s the point of this?’
Roger looked at Uschi. He had forgotten.
‘The point,’ Uschi said, ‘Is for you to understand that even under high kinetic duress, there’s very little risk of your breasts escaping those cups or of the fastener at the front popping open. But after all, your breasts are all the cups are designed to contain. If we were to introduce anything else into your cleavage, especially something moving rapidly up and down… let’s see what happens then. Roger? Would you be so kind?’
‘What?’ Roger felt more blood rush from one head to the other.
‘What’s going on?’ Sarah asked innocently, letting her careening breasts slowly decelerate.
Uschi eyed Roger with calm determination. ‘Get your erect cock out and insert it into Sarah’s cleavage so she can see what happens.’
‘Maybe I should be going…’ Sarah was looking rather uncertain about all of this.
‘There’s two hundred quid in this, don’t forget,’ Uschi reminded her.
Roger didn’t recall having agreed to this, and had the feeling this was going to have to come out of this pocket, but there was something more urgent waiting to get out of his pocket at this precise moment.
‘It will only take a minute. Probably a lot less. Hurry up, Roger.’
‘Sorry about this, Sarah,’ said Roger. Sarah watched in a mixture of alarm and fascination as Roger’s shaking hands unbuckled his belt and unzipped his fly. He reached into his underpants and wrestled with his very stiff, very long, very thick cock until with a shudder it leapt out and up, its purple head already glistening with a wet glaze of pre-cum.
Sarah inhaled sharply at the sight of Roger’s tool.
‘Quite something, isn’t it,’ said Uschi with pride.
‘I’d heard rumours, but… sorry Roger, but I never imagined it was quite that huge!’ Sarah’s hands went to her face, aghast. She couldn’t take her eyes from it. ‘And how did you get so… so, um erect so quickly?’
‘Um,’ Roger hesitated. He didn’t want Sarah to think that all this breast nudity and bouncing had been solely for his erectile pleasure. ‘It’s, um, a condition. Had it since I was young.’
‘You poor thing,’ marvelled Sarah without sympathy. She stooped to inspect it, her breasts dangling heavily, her cleavage deep and inviting.
‘Let him stick it up your cleavage, from beneath,’ said Uschi.
‘Frankly I’m not certain it would fit anywhere else!’ said Sarah with a nervous laugh. Roger and Uschi exchanged looks, remembering their own attempts to cram this trunk of gristle into Uschi. ‘But here goes.'
Roger was amazed that Uschi had made this happen. Her powers of persuasion seemed to extend beyond mere rhetoric. It was as though she were a witch, casting spells on those around her.
‘I have to confess,’ Sarah said as she descended gradually to kneel on the settee cushion Uschi had thrown at Roger’s feet, ‘That I’ve never done this before.’
‘You’ve never given a titfuck?’ Uschi said.
‘Not while wearing a bra.’
Sarah’s chest jutted uneasily above Roger’s erection, and his twitching helmet came into light contact with her soft, gently rounded stomach.
‘You’ll find that it’s a lot easier than doing it topless,’ said Uschi. ‘I always find the trickiest part is figuring out how best to keep your boobs squeezed together. Not an issue when a bra’s doing it for you.’
‘Quite the expert, aren’t we,’ quipped Sarah. ‘So I just let my chest slide down?’
Roger felt Sarah’s underboob cleavage meet with the winking tip of his boner, and he winced in ecstatic anguish. The small slit exposed between the bra fastener and Sarah’s ribcage felt like the entrance to a pussy even tighter than Uschi’s.
Then he was transported back to his first titfuck. It had been with Uschi, a matter of a few months previously, and she had been wearing a bra, too. But not just any bra. It was a scaled-down replica of Sarah’s bra, upon whose black cups they were attempting to splatter reproduction cum-stains. This was beginning to feel less like a brand new Uschi scheme and more like a continuation of the old one.
‘Oh my,’ wheezed Roger, as Sarah’s tightly-encased bosom began its inexorable descent down his iron-hard shaft.
‘You’re going to make a terrible mess of this bra,’ Sarah noted.
Yes, I am, thought Roger. And not for the first time.
As Sarah carefully wriggled her way ever downwards, Uschi strolled over to stand behind her and began unbuttoning her own blouse to expose some braless cleavage. Roger glared and shook his head in silent urgency.
‘You okay Roger? Is this too much?’ Sarah peered up at him with wide blue eyes.
Roger shook his head more slowly, turning the movement into a stretching exercise. ‘Just a little stiffness.’
‘Understatement of the year!’ Sarah chortled, then gasped quietly as the head of Roger’s cock emerged from the swell of cleavage before her.
Uschi held Sarah’s shoulders and likewise peered down with no small amount of envy at the obscene sight. ‘Excellent, both of you. That bra must be feeling very tight now, Sarah, no?’
‘Very!’ said Sarah.
‘And Roger, do you feel there is enough room for your dick?’
‘Sarah’s breasts are, um, a lot firmer than I expected,’ stammered Roger, still on the precipice of ejaculation, ‘So there’s less give than I expected.’
Uschi smiled. ‘Very good, Roger. Now all that’s left is for you to fuck Sarah’s cleavage as hard as you can.’
Wasting no time, Roger retracted his cock back down into the depths of Sarah’s tight cleavage, then thrust powerfully forward, forcing his shaft all the way up until his dangling balls thumped against the young blonde’s ribs. All the while his shaft was enveloped in the entirety of its considerable circumference by Sarah’s ample supply of smooth pale tit.
Sarah looked down and her eyebrows shot up as the wet tip of Roger’s plum helmet brushed against her chin. ‘I nearly went to lick it,’ she said. ‘Force of habit!’
‘Let’s try to keep this professional and concentrate on testing the bra’s ability to withstand a vigorous titwank,’ said Uschi. ‘But I don’t blame you, it must be very tempting!’
Roger withdrew until his helmet was on the brink of escaping from beneath Sarah’s bosom entirely, then thrust back upwards again. This time, both Sarah and Uschi gasped. The compulsion to imagine this not as a titfuck but as a full vaginal penetration was unavoidable.
Again he withdrew and thrust in, and this time he started twitching his hips from side to side, wriggling and writhi
ng until his swaying boner began to set Sarah’s chest into a heavy horizontal wobble.
‘You want me to jiggle them?’ said Sarah. ‘Is that allowed?’
‘It’s what I would do,’ shrugged Uschi.
As Sarah set her bosom jostling, so did Roger increase the urgency of his cockthrusts in and out of it. In and out, side to side, fuck, wobble, fuck, wobble. Though the lower hemispheres of Sarah’s bosom were held in place, the exposed upper regions were free to quiver and jelly about, and the sensation combined with this spectacle were overwhelmingly erotic for Roger who still couldn’t quite believe this was happening.
Finally, just as Roger felt the tidal wave within him surge beyond his ability to contain it, the Lacy Lady’s severely overloaded front fastener gave up the fight. With a snap and a rip, the plastic and stitching tore asunder. The cups flew rapidly to either side under the heaving multi-directional expansion of Sarah’s liberated breasts.
Roger howled in tortured frustration as Sarah’s now wildly jostling udders slapped his boner violently back and forth. The sudden release of pressure on his shaft added an eleventh-hour delay to the orgasm that was seconds from erupting, and was now stalled, frozen in the sudden absence of stimulation. He had hoped in desperation that he would find sexual gratification before the bra-busting point had been reached, but he couldn’t simply leave it like this. He reached down with his hands and grabbed Sarah’s jugs, stopping them dead in their careening tracks. How glorious they felt! Soft yet firm, smooth and creamy, all the perfect-boob-clichés in one go. He mashed them together, squeezing the firm, supple globes as tightly around his cock as they had been when in the bra, squeezed and kneaded them with happy, horny fingers and thumbs, and, with a triumphant moan, he came at last. The first three thick milky-white loads that bolted straight upwards into Sarah’s surprised face like Silly-String from an over-shaken canister, were merely the prelude to a more comprehensive purging of Roger’s balls that then settled into a steady rhythm of generous flying ejaculations that sailed high before descending to drape in lazy criss-cross patterns all over Sarah’s bare bosom and his own hands which were still using them to massage every last viscous leaping rope of jism from his organ. Conscious of the fact that even eight spurts in he was still cumming powerfully enough to hit Sarah in her pretty face, he took a half step backwards and angled his erection down to a less vertical angle, holding its tip tight with both bodacious boobs and letting himself unload a spreading lake of spunk directly into her cleavage, watching with satisfaction as the liquid pooled and overflowed, cascading down the fronts and sides of those swollen 36E’s. And as his urge to unload faded and his heart rate returned to normal, Roger loosened his grasp on Sarah’s breasts, let them bob and quiver lightly on his palms and left his semi-erection to nestle in that still impressively tight natural cleavage while it pumped its final, sleepy payloads onto the young woman’s throat and shoulders.
Roger and Sarah stayed in this position for a moment, then Roger broke the silence. ‘Got a bit carried away there. Sorry.’
With tender care, Sarah lightly wrapped her fingers as far as they would go around the base of Roger’s cock, and lifted the long, snakelike appendage out of her cleavage, gloopy strands of fresh cum stretching between tits and cock. Having done that, she rose unsteadily to her feet. Her large bare breasts jutted and swayed before her, her pink nipples almost invisible beneath the coating of semen that covered them and pretty much the remaining entirety of her busty endowments.
Then, a smile spread across her face. ‘Wow,’ she said. ‘Wow. That was far out. I can’t believe we’re getting paid to do this!’
‘All in a day’s work,’ said Uschi. ‘Now Sarah, go and shower all that cum from your tits, and then we’ll quickly run through the role-play before you go home. The bathroom is the first door on the right.’
Sarah nodded obediently and hurried, cum-strewn bosom bouncing with enthusiasm, from the room.
Roger sat down. His weary cock lolled thickly from side to side before him. ‘I don’t know how you do it, Uschi. Or why, for that matter.’
‘It’s cheaper than porn,’ said Uschi. ‘And a lot more fun, too.’
Chapter Five
There was no escaping the awkward atmosphere in the office the next morning. Roger had circulated an email announcing the temporary cancellation of the week’s remaining group training sessions, and the reason was fairly obvious to everyone. Roger tried to act as normal, but the elephant in the room was that everyone knew Imogen had complained, and Imogen knew that everyone knew.
What no-one knew was that the training would be continuing without anyone even knowing it, by means of planted customer complaints. Only Nina was aware of Uschi’s plan, and had given her blessing, though Roger wondered what she would have made of it had Uschi gone into the more explicit sexual details.
Despite the cancellation of the workshops, Uschi was still on the payroll and had taken up occupation of the spare desk next to Roger’s, and was equipped with the same headset that enabled her to eavesdrop on any given support call in progress. And her presence was not unwelcome. Apart, of course, from Imogen, who was showing her and Roger an even colder shoulder than usual, the team seemed very happy to see Uschi again. Perhaps they had expected the whole initiative to be terminated outright. Roger had to remind himself that this scheme still had some genuine value for the girls. Uschi had, after all, been brought on board with mainly good intentions, and the only reason Roger was letting her have her dirty way with his boob fetish was because he was too weak-willed and too horny to resist.
‘Remember girls,’ Roger announced. ‘Don’t be afraid to discuss your own breasts with the customers. Think about the past couple of training sessions, think about any feelings which Uschi may have unlocked inside you.’
Louise, Sophie and Jemima nodded brightly. Imogen just sniffed and doodled on her pad.
Work began. Uschi was looking stunning in a tight maroon roll-neck sweater. Sitting in the chair across from him, she stretched and arched her back with slinky, feline contentment, thrusting her bosom forward as far as it would go. When she caught Roger admiring her voluptuous profile, she smiled and span in her chair to face him, writhing her woollen-stockinged knees together, flattered by the attention. She checked that no-one was looking, then as though reading Roger’s admittedly easy to read mind, answered his mental question by shimmying her proud, shapely boobs under the soft merino to confirm that this was another no-bra day for her. In the past, this behaviour from Uschi had seemed motivated by a strangely sadistic desire to sexually humiliate him in punishment for his lecherous thoughts, but now she just wanted to turn him on. His cock was her personal plaything for her to insert anywhere she pleased, from her own cleavage and pussy to other women’s: she found it a source of endless erotic entertainment.
Roger, meanwhile, was still on a blissful comedown after getting to titfuck the lovely Sarah O’Reilly in his apartment the previous evening. What a woman she was, and what a glorious pair of jugs! What a delightfully snug fit her Irish cream cleavage had been for his potent boner. And the look on her face when she had seen his cock. Not so much attraction or desire, but a mesmerised unromantic fascination, almost an academic interest, but an interest that got Roger laid just the same. It didn’t really matter if anyone fancied him when there were big-titted young ladies as avidly compelled by the prospect of a big dick as Uschi and Sarah.
Roger waited until Jemima had returned from her mid-morning break, then texted Sarah the go-ahead to phone in. When Roger saw the number flash on his console, he manually diverted the call to Jemima’s console. He nodded at Uschi, who likewise donned her headset to listen in.
‘Tempest Lingerie, this is Jemima, how may I support you today?’
‘Hello Jemima,’ said a familiar lilting Irish voice. ‘I’m calling to request a refund.’
‘Could I take your name please, madam?’
‘O’Reilly. Sarah O’Reilly.’
‘Thank-y
ou Ms O’Reilly, what is the item in question please?’
‘A “Lacy Lady”. Midnight blue.’
‘And the size please?’
‘Thirty-six E.’
‘Oh, I’ve got E-cups too! What a jolly coincidence. Elastic, erotic E-cups!’
Uschi dropped her head behind the partition and covered her face with her hand.
‘What are you on about?’
‘Oh, nothing Madam, just an exercise we were doing in training at work, coming up with adjectives that match our cup size. How would you describe yours?’
‘They’re going to be hanging round my ankles if you don’t replace this bra soon.’
‘Sorry Madam. Would you mind telling me what happened?’
‘The fastener broke. The whole thing burst open. I was in public, wearing a see-through blouse. It was most embarrassing.’
‘The Lacy Lady… that’s a front-fastening model, isn’t it?’
‘And front un-fastening. It was brand new!’
‘Let me just put you on hold one moment.’
Jemima stood and waved across to Roger. ‘Were you listening to that, Roger?’ she called in a stage whisper. ‘The lady on the phone, it sounds like she’s had the same thing happen to her that happened to the lady Louise was dealing with a couple of weeks back. Same bra! It burst open!’
‘Impossible,’ said Roger. ‘We tested this at length. A pair of breasts alone can’t break a Lacy Lady. She was either wearing a model several sizes too small, or she voided the warranty and she’s fibbing. See if you can get the truth out of her. Remember: empathise!’
‘I tried and it didn’t work.’
‘Try a bit more subtlety,’ suggested Uschi.
Jemima looked doubtful, but took Sarah off hold and resumed the conversation. ‘Sorry about that, madam. Did you buy the bra online?’
‘No, I bought it in one of your shops.’