by Lesley Finch
Jemima, meanwhile, had taken a precautionary step or two backwards, but was still nowhere near out of ejaculation range, and alternate payloads flew towards her body, garlanding her own firm, round E-cups in pearly string. The rest of the jism that hadn’t instead decorated Uschi’s face and jiggling jugs found its way onto the conference table veneer and the carpet tiles on the floor.
It was a big, obscene mess.
Finally, with a hoarse moan, Roger stopped cumming, and he stood, chest heaving, delicately extricating his dick from where the central gore of Jemima’s bra held it tight to Uschi’s breastbone.
‘Excellent,’ said Uschi. She snapped open the bra from behind and tugged it out from under her ponderously swaying bosom. ‘Now, Jemima. Your turn.’
‘M-me?’ said Jemima with a nervous laugh. ‘Are you sure? Roger looks like he’s…’
‘Spent? Oh, give him a minute, he’ll be fine. In fact, this is a good time for us to try out some foreplay ideas. Or we can just leave it, if you prefer?’ Uschi stood, not bothering to wipe the thick sperm from her chest, instead letting it dangle like jewellery from her puffy nipples.
‘No, no,’ Jemima hastened. ‘I insist. I need to learn.’
‘That’s the spirit,’ said Uschi, and clapped her hands together then rubbed them in a brief moment of silent reflection.
Roger’s cock stuck out, semi-erect, before him. He was light-headed from the force and volume of the ejaculation Uschi had coaxed from him with the help of Jemima’s brassiere, and he steadied himself once more against the desk, his hand slipping briefly in a slick puddle of his own cum that pooled there. His cock ached. There was nowhere he could look without the intense sight of either Uschi, topless and boner-inducingly sexual to the eye, or Jemima, whose modelling career had stalled because her tits were far too big, standing in stark naked naivete before him. And yet he couldn’t look away or shut his eyes for constant fear that his luck might finally run out and this would be the last time he could enjoy such erotic bliss.
‘Now, Jemima,’ Uschi said, looking the nude beauty up and down. ‘Roger’s dick is far too sensitive to be manipulated back to full erectness by hand, so I’d like you to tease him to turn him on again. I’ll give you a clue: he likes boobs.’
‘But I’m already topless,’ said Jemima, unsure of how to proceed. ‘In fact I’m completely naked! What’s left to tease him with?’
‘Talk to him,’ said Uschi. ‘Talk about your breasts. Talk about how much you want to feel that thick, rigid dick within your cleavage, how much you want to make him cum using them.’
‘It feels a bit odd doing it here, now. With him. No offence, Roger.’
‘None taken.’
‘Try not to think about it too much, Jemima darling,’ Uschi smiled. ‘It’s just a roleplay, you shouldn’t think of it as a romantic encounter.’
Jemima nodded. ‘Yes you’re right. So, Roger, take a look at these.’ She arched her back and pointed entirely unnecessarily at her breasts with either forefinger.
Roger looked.
‘You’ve already got some cum on these, naughty Roger,’ Jemima continued, slipping into the girlish pricktease persona with remarkable ease. She placed her hands beneath them and hefted them alternately up and down, though they sat so high in her chest there wasn’t much further they could go. ‘But that was while you were fucking Uschi’s boobs. I don’t blame you, of course: she does have a rather fine pair of very fuckable tits, but now you’ve made me feel all left out, and you’ve given me a taste for this dirty sex act.’ Jemima dipped her fingertip into a blob of cum from her left boob which had found itself in the ejaculatory crossfire, and, to Roger’s delight, raised the salty white cream to her lips, then sucked the whole lot off, eyeballs rolling back, thighs squirming yummily. It was like an audition for a pornographic low-fat yoghurt commercial.
Uschi pulled up a chair, folded her tan arms over her voluptuousness and settled in to watch the show, legs crossed, a broad grin on her striking southern European features, dark eyes twinkling.
Jemima massaged the remaining semen all over her hard breasts, eyes on Roger’s already resuscitating dick. ‘Just lubricating myself, Roger,’ she breathed, taking some slow steps towards where Roger was leaning against the table. ‘As you’re about to find out, I have very, very firm bosoms, and the titfuck I’m about to give you will be somewhat more… invigorating than what you might be accustomed to. So we need to make your passage through this tight, tight cleavage as smooth as we can.’
‘Good, good!’ cheered Uschi from the sidelines. ‘I’m getting turned on by this myself, so fuck knows how Roger’s coping!’
Roger’s hand reached in reflex for his penis to rub it, but stopped short knowing how tender the overwrought organ still was. Jemima’s dirty talk was most definitely doing the trick, and ironically the only thing that was stopping Roger’s cock from heaving itself back up to vertical erectness was its own weight. But his virility was returning by the second, and… aaah there it was.
‘Good effort, Jemima darling,’ grinned Uschi. ‘Look at that boner! And so soon after ejaculation!’
‘I’m used to doing being seductive using my bottom, as that’s what my fella likes,’ said Jemima pleased with herself. ‘But it makes such a difference actually being able to face the man you’re seducing, doesn’t it?’
‘That’s why I love a boob man,’ said Uschi, eyeing Roger’s heaving erection with intensity. ‘You can see the full effect your body is having on their cocks as it happens.’
Roger didn’t say a word. He didn’t have to. It was almost as though he wasn’t in the room. Back at his old job he had carefully cultivated an inconspicuous, nearly invisible persona despite his middle-managerial status, as it had afforded him a better vantage point from which to ogle his carefully-chosen busty recruits. It seemed now that he had been rendered invisible for a different reason: as far as Uschi and Jemima were concerned, he was just a walking cock. He couldn’t help but note that Uschi considered her breasts to be having a direct effect on his penis itself, not necessarily on him as a person. But he was fine with that.
‘Mmm yes,’ moaned Jemima as she arched her back and gave her breasts as much of a jiggle as their dense unyielding rigidity would allow. Her pink nipples were taut and hard. ‘Yes, keep looking at my breasts. Oh I can’t wait to make you cum all over them. Yes Roger, yes, let that big dick get harder and harder and… oh my God I’ve never seen one so bloody huge in my life!’
‘Magnificent, isn’t it,’ said Uschi, circling her puffy right nipple with an idle finger. ‘You should feel it inside you.’
Jemima cut off her seduction routine and shot Uschi a curious look. ‘You haven’t…’ she pointed back and forth between Uschi and Roger. ‘Have you?’
‘No, no, of course not,’ said Uschi hastily. ‘It was just a thought. But if I wanted to try to fit that thing into my pussy I doubt I’d get it all in first time. I’d have to try again, and again, every day, for weeks… months, even. And I’d have to use my large shapely breasts to get him hard enough for there to be no risk of losing the erection in the process.’
‘You certainly seem to have given the matter a lot of thought, Uschi,’ said Jemima with a wry smirk.
The prospect of daily pussy-training sex sessions with Uschi added another half inch to Roger’s straining erection which was now pointing upwards at a nearly vertical angle. He had stood up now, ready to get busy with Jemima’s bosom.
‘I think he’s ready,’ said naked Jemima. ‘Shall we do the titfuck? Bra off or bra on?’
‘Bra off first,’ said Uschi, standing also. Her bare breasts jounced and wobbled in a way that instantly drew Roger’s attention away from Jemima’s. Deliciously sexy though Jemima was, and undeniably inviting though the prospect of ploughing his dick into that firm cleavage was, all Roger really wanted was to revisit Uschi’s bosom, kneading it with his hands while his tit-flanked boner spewed a second round of semen all over it.
‘Lie on your back,’ said Uschi to Jemima. ‘On the floor.’
Jemima complied with the instruction in silent obedience. As she lay down flat, Roger marvelled at the way her breasts rose straight up from her chest instead of flattening or disappearing into her armpits in the way that even the most respectable of bosoms was wont to do. ‘I can’t really see anything,’ the pretty blonde’s voice was heard from behind the vertical wall of creamy tit that now obscured her face.
‘You’ll see the tip of Roger’s dick soon enough,’ said Uschi. ‘When he thrusts it through your cleavage and into your face. Roger, darling, would you please straddle Jemima’s stomach as carefully as you can and fuck her tits?’
Roger clumsily doffed his trousers and underpants which he felt would hinder this activity, and, wearing only his shirt and tie and a pair of black socks, stood either side of Jemima’s waist where she lay waiting, and descended to his knees. His dick towered in a twitching frenzy before the entrance to Jemima’s high, tight, cleavage, and he angled it downwards with a pained wince until it was as horizontal as it would go, ready to penetrate.
And in he went.
If Uschi’s muschi was tight, it had nothing on Jemima’s cleavage. He wondered if driving his oversized cock into it was as uncomfortable for her as it was for him. If he didn’t know any better, he would have assumed that Jemima’s breasts were the work of an artful cosmetic surgeon, but Roger was a boob connoisseur who could tell fake from real at a hundred paces beneath several layers of clothing. No, Jemima was just a very lucky, exceptionally firm-breasted young woman.
To ease the passage of his rigid member as he began thrusting his hips in execution of the task in hand, Roger placed his hands on the high summits of Jemima’s round breasts, feeling her bullet nipples press hard into his palms, and eased them apart to create more cleavage space.
‘Is it too tight?’ asked Jemima with wide-eyed concern from the floor. ‘I can do that if you like?’
Roger thanked her and relinquished his hold on her chest. He winced a little as, released, Jemima’s solid breasts snapped back into place around him. Jemima quickly took over and prised her bosom apart with well-manicured hands.
‘I see your point in principle, Uschi,’ said Jemima as the fat head of Roger’s cock see-sawed in and out of the tall bust-crack in front of her chin, ‘But I can’t see how a bra would help me titfuck unassisted. If anything my cleavage is too tight. I need help holding my breasts apart, not squeezing them together!’
‘So it would appear!’ said Uschi, watching proceedings with interest. She walked around Jemima and knelt on the floor above her head, facing Roger who was now in the enviably position of getting to fuck Jemima’s bare bosom while enjoying an unrestricted view of Uschi’s. ‘How is it for you, Roger?’
‘It’s certainly different,’ said Roger, continuing to plough steadily back and forth.. ‘I’m used to things being a bit… bouncier.’
‘Like this?’ said Uschi, and with that wicked twinkle in her eyes, began shimmying for Roger, no doubt knowing full well that the mere sight of this bosomy activity would make Roger cum more readily than the firmest titfuck.
Then they heard voices approaching outside the door, one of them distinctly Nina’s, the other two, one male one female, unfamiliar.
‘Is the door locked?’ whispered Roger, still fucking Jemima’s tits.
‘Can’t remember,’ said Uschi. ‘Just keep looking at my bouncing tits, Roger.’
‘We should probably… oh fuck…fuck!’ The orgasm crept up on Roger from nowhere. His erection twanged up out of Jemima’s vice-like cleavage and, balls resting on her vertiginous breasts, he began firing semen at Uschi’s bosom, wobbling above Jemima’s face. ‘Fuck!’ he gasped.
The conference room door opened. Nina was mid-sentence. ‘...and this is where the board meets for its monthly…’ She stopped in her tracks. The lewd threesome of Roger, Uschi and Jemima looked back at her, open-mouthed, lying and kneeling in a tableau that was motionless except for the twitching and pumping of Roger’s huge tit-teased dick as it flung ropes of jism in the general direction of Uschi’s breasts.
Nina yanked the door shut before the guests had a chance to peer inside. ‘I forgot, we’re redecorating it,’ her voice was heard to say.
‘We certainly are,’ said Uschi, basking in the spunky redecoration of her naked chest.
‘Shit!’ said Roger, his cursing now borne of annoyance rather than ecstasy.
‘Fuck,’ chimed in Jemima, mortified. She wriggled her way out from underneath Roger and Uschi and crawled across the carpet towards her clothes. ‘Fuck, we’re going to be in huge trouble! That was Nina! She’ll sack us!’
‘She’ll be fine,’ said the jism-boobed, unruffled Uschi, standing and adjusting her skirt. ‘I’ll have a word.’
‘You had better be right about that,’ snapped Roger in a hoarse whisper, then moaning as his still-convulsing cock lurched and spat another string of semen out onto the carpet. He rose unsteadily and looked around for his underpants and trousers. His orgasm had been irritatingly unresolved, and he could feel his half-emptied balls slosh about in discomfort.
‘You’re just angry because you didn’t cum enough, Roger,’ said Uschi, wiping cum from her quivering boobs with a paper tissue. ‘I’ll take care of that in a minute.’
Jemima had dressed in a hurry. ‘I’m getting out of her before she comes back,’ she said in a trembling voice, and made for the door
But she was too late. Nina, now alone, threw the door open, entered the room, and shut the door firmly behind her. She folded her arms and fixed the three fornicators with a blank stare, arms folded over her large bosom which today was rendered even more enormous by a frilly-fronted cream blouse.
‘I know what this must look like,’ laughed Roger, stuffing his semi-erect penis into his pants with a feeble laugh.
‘It looks like precisely what it is,’ said Nina, still inscrutable. ‘Titfuck training.’
The others waited in silence to see which way this was going to go.
‘You can go back to your desk, Jemima,’ smiled Nina. ‘Thank-you.’
Jemima nodded and scurried from the room in her polka dot dress without another look at Roger or Uschi.
Nina parked her trim bottom on the edge of the long board table. Roger sheepishly pulled his trousers up, Uschi just stood there, calm and topless.
‘First of all,’ said Nina, tucking her sleek auburn hair behind her ear, ‘I want to stress that I don’t have a problem with what you were doing here. As far as I’m concerned, if the girls on the phones don’t know how to titfuck, then they need to learn, and quick. I kind of assumed when I hired them that with great tits comes the responsibility to put them to good use, but it seems that I assumed wrong, so well done both of you for taking the necessary action.’
Roger couldn’t believe his luck. He almost felt his boner returning, so relieved was he.
‘However,’ said Nina, ‘You must tell me about these sessions in advance.’ She made a gesture of emphasis with her hands. ‘Those were representatives of the lingerie regulator OffBra I was showing around. They had requested a short-notice inspection, practically showed up at the door unannounced. And while I’m willing to turn a blind eye to bare bosoms and sex education on the premises so long as it’s all conducted discreetly, I fear that the regulator’s won’t be quite as lenient.’
‘Do you think that Imogen… you know…?’ Roger gulped.
Nina gave a vague shrug. ‘I don’t know. Bit, regardless, my point remains. Carry on with what you’re doing as long as you don’t upset any of the girls and you keep me fully informed, in advance, of your plans. I not expecting you to ask my permission, just send me an F.Y.I. Understood?’
‘Understood,’ said Roger solemnly. Uschi gave a small salute.
‘Excellent.’ Nina stood again, then regarded the bare-bosomed German before her. ‘Uschi, may I say, you have phenomenal breasts. Simply phenomenal. Have you ever considered
lingerie modelling?’
‘Oh,’ Uschi gave a modest wave, ‘Thank-you for the compliment, but I’d be much too shy to do that.’
‘Well, if you change your mind,’ said Nina and made for the door, then looked Roger up and down. ‘And Roger…’
‘Yes, Nina?’
‘Nothing. I’ll leave you both to tidy up.’
Nina exited the conference room, closing the door behind her.
‘What a relief,’ said Roger finally. ‘I would never have guessed she’d be so understanding!’
‘I told you not to worry,’ said Uschi. She pulled a chair across and sat down before Roger, then re-opened his belt and trousers and slid her hand into his pants to retrieve his cock.
‘Oh Uschi,’ moaned Roger, erection returning fully at the sight of her full, nude breasts which heaved before his groin.
Uschi placed Roger’s dick into her cleavage then let go and began slowly shimmying her boobs around it. ‘Now,’ she said, her voice low and seductive. ‘Let’s deal with the remaining cum in those fat balls of yours, and then we can plan what’s next.’
Chapter Six
Despite the rocky start, Uschi was steadily becoming part of the furniture at Tempest Lingerie. Outside consultants had come and gone making at best no impression and at worst a bad one, but Uschi was different. With the notable exception of Imogen no-one really objected to her lascivious ways, and she bonded well with the girls. And while it was possible that it was indeed Imogen who had blown the whistle and alerted OffBra, it seemed that the boob-awareness training would not be cancelled, at least not if Nina had anything to say about it.