by Lesley Finch
Alice studied what she had scribbled on the back of an envelope. ‘It says here for us to strip fully nude,’ she said. ‘But that might be a bit weird. Maybe if you just take off your trousers and pants and I’ll take off my top and bra, Roger?’
‘Whatever you say,’ said Roger. ‘I might still open my shirt, though. Don’t want to get any… mess on it.’
‘Also, I don’t have the new Tempest bras,’ Alice continued, one eye on the coiled snake-like bulge in Roger’s briefs. ‘The idea was that the bra itself would form some of the foreplay.. Although I guess Roger that you’ve been desensitized to those by now, eh?’
‘They, um, still do the trick,’ smiled Roger. He placed his jacket and tie over the back of Alice’s dressing table chair which was already piled so high with her own clothes that it nearly toppled backwards onto the floor. ‘I’m only human after all.’
Alice was about to say something when the removal of Roger’s underpants made the words choke in her mouth. Roger’s cock was thick with arousal, but not stiff enough to lift its own weight. It swung, turgid, from one hair thigh to the other, pre-cum-sticky surfaces slapping quietly. Roger tried to ignore the startled silence. Uschi gave a wry smile.
‘Lie down on the bed,’ said Alice, recovering from the initial shock of being confronted with Roger’s unexpected length and girth. Roger did so, and his cock did a somersault from between his legs to land with a heavy, wet slap on his stomach, baring his billiard-ball testicles in their taut scrotal sack to Alice’s further poorly-suppressed alarm.
‘Y’know,’ said Alice, a pained expression on her pretty face. ‘I’m beginning to think…’
‘Oh, just get it over with,’ Uschi said with a reassuring smile. ‘I’m here, it’s all above board, even if it might seem inappropriate. They do this kind of thing all the time at Tempest.’
For once it seemed that Uschi was not exaggerating. The past couple of weeks had been a whirlwind of bosomy, spunky excitement for Roger’s happy dick.
‘If you say so.’ Alice placed the scribbled-upon envelope on the bed next to Roger, studied it again, and peeled off her grey top to reveal the very same white lace balconette bra, size 32F, which Uschi had coerced Roger into purchasing for Alice on the day she started work for him under his lewd, voyeuristic pretence.
It wasn’t just the sight of the bra, or of former colleague Alice in this state of semi-undress, but this memory, of sitting outside the department store fitting rooms watching on Skype while Uschi filmed the entire bra fitting in secret, that stirred Roger’s cock to life, headlong past the point of no return to full erectness.
‘Sorry,’ he grimaced rather dimly as his penis lifted from its resting place on his stomach and rose inch by inch, lengthening and bulking out as it did so. The veins that criss-crossed its intimidating mass bulged and twitched too. The bright purple head crawled forth, stretching his foreskin all the way back until it could stretch no further. Pre-cum dripped down onto his chest. ‘Sorry,’ he said again.
Alice couldn’t take her eyes off it, and her wiggling fingers grasped blindly towards the nightstand for a bottle of baby oil, which Uschi eventually nudged across to her.
‘What did Louise tell you to do next, Alice?’ Uschi asked.
‘To, um, to lubricate the… the penis,’ Alice mumbled.
Uschi fought down a snigger at the very thought. Roger’s eyes glazed over, then rolled back to look at the ceiling.
Alice, bulbous breasts heaving under white lace, crawled onto the bed and squirted baby oil into her palm, and made gradually for Roger’s cock. Her hand hovered over its tip, the base of the shaft, and halfway along it, unsure of where to start. Then she held the plastic bottle over his balls and, as though seasoning a hot-dog with mustard, squeezed a steady line of lubricant the full length of Roger’s erection, which continued to grow as though attempting to outpace the encroaching wave of oil. Roger gasped at the cold.
‘You’re right, I should have warmed it up in my hands first,’ Alice cringed. ‘Sorry, Roger.’
Apologies were most certainly not necessary as Alice rubbed the oil in her hands and then, using both of them for the sake of expediency, proceeded to oil Roger’s boner in a tender yet thorough manner, her left hand slipping and sliding over and under the plum helmet, her right gently massaging the oil into the bloated scrotum that bulged at the other end, then both hands slid towards the centre and back out again.
Roger was too aroused for words, and simply lay there, trying to think of anything but Alice’s tits and how hard he would most likely cum when she took of the bra, let alone what might happen if his dick found its horny way into her snug cleavage.
‘I think that’s your… um, your penis well and truly oiled up,’ Alice said, still choking a little on the words. She looked at the notes once more. ‘Bra off,’ she read aloud. She gave Uschi a look, Uschi nodded, and then she reached back and snapped open the bra’s fastener. Roger couldn’t resist a look, and then instantly regretted it. Alice’s breasts, now let loose, shoved the cups of the bra forward by several inches as they expanded forth. His erection felt like a crowbar, and it was a miracle that Alice’s oily ministrations hadn’t propelled him to ejaculation already.
‘Are you alright, Roger?’ said Alice, fingers poised on the bra’s shoulder straps, cups suspended loosely from the extremities of her bust.
‘Just a little stiffness,’ Roger managed to joke, hoping in vain that a bad joke might pour cold water on his cravings.
‘Nothing little about that, Roger,’ remarked Alice. ‘I couldn’t even get my fingers all the way around it! Anyway, you ready? Here they come.’
As far as Alice was concerned, this would be the first time that Roger had seen her bare-breasted, unaware as she still was of the live strip show she had unwittingly performed for him before. But, as the straps dropped from Alice’s shoulders and she gave her heavy, rounded bosom a gentle shimmy to detach the white lace cups, there was no need for Roger to pretend that the sheer beauty of those globular breasts came as a surprise. Much as every unveiling of Uschi’s breasts felt like the first time, over and over, so did this second close-quarters glimpse of Alice’s reset Roger’s libido all the way back to that of a young man for whom boobs were an endless masturbatory resource no matter how many times they presented themselves in the nude.
‘Jesus,’ Roger wheezed. He felt himself on the brink of cumming, but it was all happening so quickly he was afraid of a rather painful sudden eruption.
‘I know, quite a pair, eh?’ said Alice. Her breasts were rotund and stout, their firmness holding them high and causing them to jut outwards, two small, scarlet nipples staring straight ahead. Like two Snoopy’s stuck to her chest. ‘So, Roger, if you part your legs…’
Roger watched in paralysed awe as the proud-bosomed young blonde clambered over his leg and knelt on the bed before his exposed bollocks. She tied her hair back, raised arms elevating her already airborne bust to even loftier altitude, nearly reaching her chin. Then she picked up the baby oil bottle and squirted more of the stuff into her hand.
‘“Oil up breasts while talking dirty,”’ she read aloud from the notes Louise had dictates to her down the phone. She fixed Roger with a sultry look. ‘Oh Roger,’ she play-acted. ‘You want to watch me oil up these big jugs?’
Roger could barely even nod, let alone talk. He wanted to look away, but his eyes were locked on Alice’s staring nipples.
Alice’s hands gave her firm breasts the same brisk yet loving attention they had given Roger’s boner. ‘You like these tits, hmm? Like to see me lube them up? I’m doing it so I can tittyfuck you, Roger. So I can tittyfuck you until you cum!’
The orgasm began to boil in Roger’s testicles with such ferocity that he actually felt the terrifying onset of a full sexual panic attack. Alice seemed unstoppable, and her breasts were so impossibly firm for their considerable size that the titfuck would simply be too much for him, if indeed he managed to contain himself before it even g
ot that far.
‘Louise told me to jiggle them,’ Alice said, now it seemed massaging her slick, shiny tits more for her own enjoyment than Roger’s, ‘But mine are just too fucking firm to jiggle.’ She broke off and gasped, eyes bulging, as she fingered her nipples in small circles. Nevertheless, she gave the jiggle a go, and when her breasts simply rotated solidly with the gyration of her torso, she began to bounce up and down on her knees, her chest as tightly sprung as the mattress beneath them. The motion caused Roger’s rigid rod to shudder up and down with each bounce, a level of stimulation that caused the first load of watery pre-cum to shoot onto his chest in a straight, painful line. This orgasm was going to hurt, and hurt a lot, if Alice didn’t slow things down now.
Oblivious to these pre-ejaculatory concerns, Alice leaned forward and let her heavy, solid breasts dangle over the thick length of erect cock that jutted from Roger’s groin. Then she let the slick, slippery globes envelope the equally well lubricated throbbing purple head at its tip.
‘Agghhagghh,’ rasped Roger, out of his mind with overstimulation. Yet his dick, touched only by those lovely big boobs, suddenly found an equilibrium whereby the climax might be delayed.
But it was not to be. Just as it seemed that Alice might be getting it right and drawing the titwank out to a pleasurable duration, she slid her oiled hand up Roger’s thigh and wrapped her ladylike fingers as far as they would go around the base of his shaft. And as if that were not a step too far, Alice, breasts still holding his straining helmet tight within her cleavage, began wanking him off her hand like a woman possessed.
Roger’s throat let out an unearthly sound of agony that would have had dogs barking and flocks of birds taking to the air, as his cock began to expel semen between Alice’s tits faster than his convulsing nuts could produce it. It was excruciating. The male reproductive system was not designed to withstand this level of arousal—certainly not Roger’s, at any rate.
Misguidedly encouraged by the onset of Roger’s orgasm, Alice increased the vigour and tempo with which she continued to masturbate the base of his throbbing erection, sliding its other end rapidly in and out of her dangling cleavage as she did so, stiff nipples tickling his involuntarily bucking hips. Then, its violently spunking tip rising as close to Alice’s face as it was, the overly enthusiastic blonde opened her hot mouth and wrapped her full, pink lips around Roger’s plum-sized helmet. It was handjob, titfuck, and blowjob rolled into one. What the hell had Louise been thinking! This was a triathlon of sexual activity, with all three events performed simultaneously!
Roger feared that if he came any more he would risk life-threatening dehydration, and he placed a desperate hand on Alice’s shoulder to get her attention. Her eyes opened and, his cock still pumping semen into her mouth, she at last acknowledged the look of genuine distress on his blood-drained features.
The head of Roger’s cock plopped free of Alice’s mouth as she sat up straight and unclasped her fingers from around its fat base.
‘Urrrghhh,’ wheezed Roger as an alarming and—hopefully—final rope of jism launched painfully from his overwrought boner. He lay there panting as the cum landed with a splat the length of his chest, partly onto his chin.
Alice just knelt there between his thighs, looking with concern back and forth from Roger to Uschi, then from Uschi back to Roger again. ‘Did I… did I do something wrong?’
‘You did exactly what Louise said,’ Uschi rose from her chair and surveyed the aftermath of the session. ‘Which is exactly what we wanted. So no, Alice, you haven’t done anything wrong. Can you get Roger a glass of water?’
Alice nodded, and tiptoed, topless, from the room.
‘Too much?’ said Uschi with a smile at the vanquished man lying on the bed.
‘Too much,’ Roger croaked in confirmation.
‘Then,’ said Uschi, ‘I think we need to speak to Nina about giving Louise the same titfuck training we gave Jemima.’
‘Oh Lord,’ wheezed Roger, still unable to sit up, his cock automatically pumping its last spasms of sperm onto his stomach.
‘And her partner came so hard it hurt,’ said Nina, turning from the window. Alice had, at Uschi’s suggestion, phoned in a complaint directly to Nina herself, and Nina had summoned Roger and Uschi the moment they had returned, unaware that they had been directly involved in this very incident. Alice had simply referred to her “partner”.
The hot weather had stripped the lingerie CEO down to a flimsy lime green sleeveless blouse and matching skirt, and what appeared to be a mere bikini beneath. It was unusual, and highly erotic, to see her breasts’ heavy, upswept natural form, unshaped by a Tempest bra. The outlines of her thick, bulbous areolae and nipples were stunningly evident through the two layers of fabric. She had kicked off her shoes and was pacing her office barefoot. Against all odds, the sight was stirring Roger’s boner again already, only an hour after he had cum so hard in, over, and around busty Alice. Uschi had nursed him back to health with a bottle of Lucozade purchased from the industrial estate canteen before straightening his tie and taking him straight up to Nina for a debrief.
‘Dreadful,’ said Uschi sadly. ‘Of course, if my training programme hadn’t been derailed, we’d have covered titfucking with the whole group by now.’
‘Yes, yes,’ said Nina with impatience. Roger worried that Uschi might be pushing her luck with the busty bra entrepreneuse.
‘If you don’t mind me asking,’ Uschi lowered her voice a little, ‘How carefully did you screen these girls before taking them on?’
Nina stopped pacing and regarded Uschi with a straight face, clearly bridling a little at the implication that her hiring policy might be wanting. Her loosely-restrained J-cup bosom continued moving, then rebounded and shook to a gradual halt. ‘I screened them for breast size,’ Nina said. ‘Which is difficult enough. Women don’t generally put that kind of information on their CVs. So I had to meet the candidates one at a time, so I could see for myself.’
Uschi glanced at Roger. This was an uncanny echo of the hiring policy he himself had instituted at their last place of work, although for entirely less defensible reasons. Roger looked away.
‘And,’ Nina continued with a gesture of exasperation, ‘I can hardly quiz them on their titwanking prowess in a job interview, can I?’
‘Well, maybe you should,’ Uschi suggested as gently and tactfully as she could, which, being German, did not come easily.
The sudden tension between the two women did not make for a very happy atmosphere. It even diminished Roger’s growing erection in the presence of two such magnificent and unique pairs of breasts.
Eventually, Nina broke the silence, and began pacing and jiggling again. ‘That’s another conversation. For now we have a more immediate problem, which is that a potential customer has been driven away first by a refusal on our part to give support, and then by dispensing advice so bad it’s practically dangerous. Whoever this man is who found himself at the mercy of this…’ Nina consulted her notes, ‘this Miss Alice Hall, acting on instructions prescribed by us, whoever he is, he nearly ended up in hospital, if her account is to be believed. Apparently she had never seen a man so… so big and so erect. She was worried that the treatment might draw so much blood into his erection that it would cause him to pass out. She spat out a cup’s worth of semen.’
Uschi and Roger sat transfixed by this account of the session at Alice’s flat.
‘We’ll deal with Sophie and Imogen separately, and it seems that you have already shown Jemima the ropes…’
‘Sorry, again, about that,’ muttered Roger.
‘It’s fine, it’s fine. But it’s Louise who needs training most urgently,’ said Nina. She walked over to her desk and picked up the phone. ‘Hi, Lorraine, could you give Louise Bourne a call and tell her to come in and see me right away please?’
Roger stiffened, and not in that way. Was Nina really going to get them to do this in front of her? Recovering from the hand/tit/blowjob with Alice was
n’t a worry, but, breast fetish or no breast fetish, this might be a situation where nerves would affect his ability to perform. But he was getting carried away. This would be a purely theoretical discussion, here, with CEO Nina’s involvement. Wouldn’t it?
They sat and waited. Roger drummed his fingers nervously on the armrests of the chair, Uschi looked at her nails. Nina tugged at the bikini top through her blouse, clearly resenting having to wear even that. That was a pair of tits Roger wanted to get his dick between. Why couldn’t Uschi sort that out for him? No, on second thoughts, that would most certainly be a step too far. But that hadn’t stopped Uschi in the past. Roger stopped that train of thought dead and looked around the room, eyes resting briefly on that black and white photograph of young Nina modelling one of her own designs. Her breasts looked enormous in that picture, and yet it had been several cup sizes ago. What those things must look like naked… what they must feel like… again Roger had to force himself to think non-sexual thoughts as he could feel his erection returning, already restored after his painful encounter with Alice. It was though, despite and because of having been so thoroughly drained in so short a space of time, it craved compensation, a new orgasm to wipe the slate clean. He crossed his legs as subtly as he could, then looked up to catch Nina looking at his crotch, then swiftly dart her eyes away. Look at it, Roger said to her telepathically. Look at it all you want.
A knock at the door.
‘Come,’ called Nina, an instruction Roger wished she was giving him instead.
The door opened, and in walked Louise, visibly nervous at her second visit to the CEO’s office that day, a state of anxiety not helped by the presence of both her immediate manager and this mysterious female breast-obsessed consultant in the room also. Fiddling with her appearance, Louise tugged her snug grey T-shirt dress down over her tight black denim thighs to smooth out the creases. The act pulled the conical tips of her ample 32F’s down and down from their upward pout to point directly forward at a ninety degree angle until she let go, causing them to rebound elastically back upwards in a protracted, asynchronous jiggle. Christ alive, thought Roger, she’s braless again.