by Lesley Finch
‘Hello again Louise, thanks for coming in. I hope you don’t mind that Roger and Uschi are here.’
Louise shook her head, blue eyes wide and unblinking. Roger wanted her tits so much he could feel his jaw trembling, and he breathed deeply in an attempt to focus.
‘It’s about that call you made to Miss Hall earlier,’ said Nina, forcing a smile to put the nervous blonde at her ease. She explained the distress and discomfort her advice had inflicted upon the cock in question.
Louise giggled a little, then stopped instantly as she recognised the severity of the situation. ‘I… I did my best,’ she insisted.
‘Louise,’ Nina interrupted her, ‘This is going to be a very personal question, and don’t take it the wrong way, but… have you ever given a titfuck?’
Louise went very red. ‘Me? I… well… it depends what you mean…’
Nina grabbed her huge breasts from beneath and, to everyone’s surprise, started to heft them slowly up and down. ‘I mean this. An erect penis in your cleavage, with either you staying put and letting him fuck you, or him staying put and you wanking him off with your boobs, or some combination of the two.’
‘You’re right, Nina, it’s is a rather, um, personal question…’
‘It’s just that based on the instructions you gave this potential customer, it would seem that you hadn’t. Because if you had, you’d realise that, for a keen lover of the female bosom, the combination of masturbatory practices you prescribed would simply be too much to be pleasurable for either party.’
Roger couldn’t believe this was happening. Even Uschi, from the look on her face, was suppressing no small amount of shock at the casualness with which Nina was making these lewd remarks. Perhaps, Roger wondered, he needn’t even have solicited Uschi’s services in the first place. Perhaps he should have just gone straight to Nina and laid out his plan to fuck the entire department’s tits. Although, maybe Nina was being clever about this. With OffBra beginning to take so keen an interest following the complaint they all presumed Imogen to have filed, it might be useful to have a third party like Uschi around upon whom to lay blame for these obscene developments in the workplace. Roger felt momentarily guilty about contemplating this notion. It was disloyal to Uschi. But then again, whose side was Uschi on anyway but her own? Yes, Roger was getting his tit-obsessed end away on a regular basis again, but, as he had noted several times over the past weeks, Uschi’s motives seemed far from altruistic. His regular intermammary ejaculations often seemed like a mere by-product of some crazed horny scheme designed to satisfy her own mysterious fetishes, be they voyeuristic, even mildly sadistic in nature.
Louise gulped. ‘I just guessed,’ she admitted. ‘My boyfriends in the past have always preferred blowjobs and handjobs, or just plain old sex. So I just came up with a mix of everything. To be honest, none of of my partners have ever really been into boobs. I thought that was an obsession that boys eventually grew out of. And I missed out on all that at school, I didn’t really start growing these things until a couple of years ago.’
‘Well,’ said Nina with a chuckle. ‘Firstly, boys don’t grow out of it. Ever. They might pretend to because they’re made to feel guilty about it, but in my experience, the male craving for big, shapely, jiggling bosoms actually intensifies with age. Roger here, for example. He puts on a very convincing professional veneer of asexual respectability, but he’s a breast man if ever I saw one. Am I right?’ She fixed Roger with a perceptive, all-knowing stare.
‘I, um, well,’ Roger stammered. He could feel his face reddening. Was he in trouble?
Uschi spoke up. ‘Oh yes, Nina. How very astute of you. I can confirm, Roger is most definitely a breast man.’
‘Uschi!’ Roger laughed through gritted teeth.
‘And who better to be working here, at Tempest, than a man who really appreciates a good pair of tits,’ said Nina. ‘I knew it from the moment you guessed my bra size at your interview. Dead giveaway. Tell me, Roger, do you love big bosoms more, or less, since you were a younger man.’
‘More,’ said Roger. ‘Much more.’
Uschi smiled at him with pride.
‘Oh my God,’ Louise wrinkled her nose. ‘Imogen was right! You’re a fucking p-pervert!’
Roger half-stood and opened his mouth to defend himself, but Nina waved him back down into the chair. ‘No, Louise,’ said Nina. ‘Roger’s not a pervert. The male obsession with breasts is not only perfectly normal, it’s to be encouraged in our industry. The woman you spoke to on the phone was going to buy our bras precisely to take advantage of this obsession. She wanted to draw attention to her breasts and then use them to take a man to the most heavenly orgasm it is possible for him to experience: the long, slow, never-ending titfuck orgasm.’
Nina seemed to enjoy the shocked silence that followed, folding confident arms under her monumental bosom and looking Uschi, Roger, and Louise in turn with a resolutely filthy twinkle in her green eyes.
‘Sorry, Roger,’ said Louise, instantly contrite. ‘Didn’t mean to call you a pervert. I’m just…’
‘It’s okay,’ said Roger.
‘Louise,’ said Nina. ‘When I hired you, I assumed that with breasts like yours you would be more than proficient at deploying them in the bedroom. Now, I’m not going to hold your lack of experience in this area against you—surprising though it is—but I need to be confident that the next time a customer or potential customer phones in with a request for advice of this nature, you will be in a position to advise them with expertise.’
‘I understand what I did wrong, I promise,’ said Louise, voice quivering a little, in time with the heartbeat-quiver of her braless left breast under the grey stretch cotton. ‘My recommendations to the lady on the phone were overkill. I know how to give a proper t-titfuck now.’
‘Show us,’ said Nina. She was giving Uschi a run for her money now.
‘Wh-what? N-now?’ Louise gave a nervous laugh.
‘On Roger,’ said Nina.
‘That won’t be necessary, surely,’ Roger stammered.
‘Yes it will,’ Uschi interjected keenly.
‘Cock out please, Roger,’ said Nina. Roger remembered the look she had given his member when she had walked in on the titfuck with Jemima, the glint of interest in her eye. ‘Louise, I want you to take your top off, kneel down there between Roger’s legs, and show us a nice, slow titwank.’
Clearly now willing to do anything just for this ordeal to be over with, Louise shrugged and agreed. Roger unbuckled his belt and began to remove his trousers where he sat, then remembered about his shoes, leaned forward to untie them, cock jabbing at his chest, then wriggled his trousers and underpants off, kicking them away, and giving the women in the room an unrestricted view of his long, mostly erect dick, its pink head still half shrouded in foreskin. He smiled an awkward smile. Roger’s horniest fantasies had a habit of coming true in the least erotic circumstances, at least with Uschi in control. And now Nina looked like she, too, was going to be pulling the strings of his breast-ogling wish-fulfilment with equal disregard for romantic atmospherics. Roger liked to think that the women around him were genuinely more than just pairs of tits, but it seemed that to them, once they had come to realise the size of it, he was nothing but a massive prick.
‘Now there’s a cock that appreciates a pair of boobs,’ grinned Nina, her own boobs gyrating voluptuously beneath the sleeveless lime green blouse. ‘Louise, top off dear.’
‘Sorry again about the pervert remark,’ said Louise to Roger with an apologetic grimace as she crossed the office to face him. She gripped the hem of the T-shirt dress that clung to her thighs, and, shimmying her tits as she went, peeled the whole thing off.
‘Oh my,’ said Uschi.
‘Man alive,’ said Nina.
‘Fucking hell,’ said Roger.
None of them had ever seen, or even imagined, a pair of breasts like Louise’s. Even her habitual bralessness and verbal descriptions of them, which in theory should
have left little to the imagination, came nowhere close to doing them credit when faced with them in their juicy naked glory.
Louise blushed and rolled her blue eyes, unable to resist a coy smile at the awestruck reactions. And the most striking reaction was that of Roger’s penis, which strained instantly to full, rigid erectness, foreskin yanked tight down its yearning shaft, head pulsating.
Roger gazed on the bosomy perfection before him. He had always thought that nothing could supplant the animal erotic allure of Uschi’s ample bosom, but here was a pair of breasts to challenge that notion. First of all, Louise’s boobs were big. If she was the same size as Alice then it must at least have been some optical illusion, a trick of the eye, that made them seem to dwarf the curly blonde’s pale torso, to leap out at the lucky onlooker in 3D stereoscopy. They had fat globular undersides that sat heavy against her ribcage, but dense enough to jut forwards without sagging. The upper slopes were taut, straight lines from collarbone to nipples positioned perfectly one third of the way down, perking at jaunty angles. And what nipples they were: generous in size without being grotesque, delicate pink pencil erasers atop softly swelling, perfectly-defined areolae. The kind of nipples that just cry out to be sucked.
It was, ironically, just as well that Louise’s titfuck advice to Alice had been so clumsily misguided, because if Roger hadn’t cum as hard and fast as he had at her flat earlier that day, he would have spontaneously unloaded right now at the mere sight of Louise’s mammarian perfection.
Louise crouched, then knelt. Her nude, protruding bosom wobbled firmly from side to side, inches from Roger’s dick which trembled and twitched in swollen anticipation, despite still being rather raw and tender from the overeager attention of Alice at lunch. Louise’s hand made instinctively for the thick base of Roger’s shaft.
‘Whoah,’ gasped Roger, ‘No, please no.’
‘Just the tits, Louise,’ Nina explained. ‘Just those… phenomenal tits.’
Roger was unable to tear his eyes from Louise’s almost absurdly perfect F-cups, and so his only awareness of Uschi was the sound of the dusky Bavarian’s breathing accelerating in a way that sound less aroused than it did… annoyed. Impatient, perhaps.
‘A lesser-bosomed woman might need to resort to manual intervention,’ said Nina, strolling around to survey the pre-titfuck from different angles. ‘But look how far ahead your breasts stick out Louise. Look how deep that cleavage is. Christ, how do they stay up like that? I’m considering taking casts of your tits as the mould for a new bra design, Louise. Seriously.’
‘Aw, thanks,’ said Louise, emotions all over the place. Then she returned her attention to the cock which awaited the loving embrace of her exceptional pale bosom. ‘So I should just rub myself against Roger’s… against Roger?’
‘Get on with it.’ The way Uschi snapped at Louise, out of the blue, took everyone a little by surprised, not least Roger, who had long forgotten how short-tempered she could be. Was she annoyed at Nina taking the reins of her project? Annoyed that Nina approved? Roger had suspected that the taboo was a big part of the allure for Uschi, and now that her bosomy plot seemed less subversive, was she perhaps losing interest?
Louise smiled a stiff apology, then shuffled forward on her knees until her tight cleavage collided solidly with the throbbing spine of Roger’s erect dick.
‘Jesus,’ gasped Roger.
Still advancing, Louise’s dense round breasts parted gradually as Roger’s towering boner found itself with nowhere to go other than to plunge its way vertically into the attractive young blonde’s cleavage. Those plump pink nipples sailed forward until they nearly met with Roger’s slumped stomach. He wanted to touch them, so very very badly, but dreaded the sudden and painful repercussions upon his cock. Louise’s yummy norks were now holding his member tightly aloft in a completely unaided grip.
‘I don’t think my boobs have ever made a man this hard,’ Louise said, as Roger’s cockhead swelled and preened beneath her chin.
‘You see what a difference it makes to take things slowly?’ Nina said. ‘Just a pair of beautiful, pert, huge breasts in lustful congress with the thick, delicious boner of a man who desires them.’
Roger perceived Uschi quietly sigh and click her tongue. Her olive tanned fingers tapped and drummed the armrest of the chair next to him with irritable impatience.
‘So I just kneel here and wait?’ said Louise, perplexed.
‘Does Roger’s erection feel like it’s subsiding?’ Nina asked back.
‘No.’
‘Then let him appreciate the sensation of your gorgeous boobs around his dick, Louise. Let him cum in his own good time. If he needs more stimulation then that will become apparent, but for now, remember that for a real breast man, a pair like yours is stimulation enough just to look at, let alone to feel wrapped around your organ.’ Just let Roger worship your breasts, Louise.’
Uschi checked her watch. ‘I think she’s got the idea,’ she said with a forced smile.
Roger would have been wondering what had got into Uschi were he not ball-deep in one of the finest natural cleavages he had ever had the pleasure of seeing, let alone fucking. A kaleidoscope of horny thoughts and emotions was exploding through his mind and body as he sat interlocked with the slim, buxomly endowed blonde before him. Eye contact between Roger and Louise was out of the question, not just because both were too self-conscious and embarrassed to share this moment in any meaningful way, but because their eyes were both locked onto each other’s bared sexual characteristics. Louise was studying the purple helmet beneath her face intently, watching for clues as to what she should do next. And Roger, not surprisingly, was gazing in lust-struck awe at Louise’s lovely bare F-cups. Firm and Fuckable: the brainstormed adjectives were the understatement of the year.
Pre-cum had begun to stream from Roger’s glistening cockeye, lubricating shaft and cleavage to the point where Louise’s proud udders were losing their cushioned grip on the erection between them and were starting to slip and slide, squirming about in a sensual way that gave Roger his first clue as to how hard he was going to cum again. This soft massage which Louise’s breasts appeared to be giving his dick completely autonomously had set him on that irreversible road to orgasm, and his balls gurgled and churned, revving their engines as they rared to go.
Louise shifted on her knees in slight discomfort, and her bosom swung left then right, yanking Roger’s cock about as it went.
‘Oh fuck,’ wheezed Roger, as Louise’s breasts swayed out of sync and thumped into Roger’s cock one after the other before closing in on it, the rising, heaving swell swallowing it whole for a moment before settling back down into that bouncy, tightly cleft double pout.
Roger’s dick shuddered and pounded in time with his thumping heartbeat as the slightest shift of tit against penis sent him careening ever closer to an unstoppable orgasm. The only thing delaying it was complete motionlessness, those increasingly rare moments where Louise’s bosom stopped moving entirely and merely held Roger’s cock in its plump, firmly yielding grip.
‘Excellent, Louise,’ said Nina with pride. ‘Can you feel that balance, how you’re keeping Roger on the edge?’
‘Yes,’ said Louise. ‘How does it feel, Roger?’
Roger looked up from Louise’s jugs to see her big blue eyes looking at him in search of approval.
‘Do my bosoms feel nice wrapped around your dick?’
The next thing Roger knew, he was cumming, cumming in deliciously long, slow, powerful ropes that sailed high over Louise’s head from between her ample, sumptuously formed breasts, in an orgasm that fully cancelled out the relative disappointment from earlier in the afternoon.
Roger helped himself, at last, to those two handfuls of creamy bosom he had been saving until the end, and moaned in wordless ecstasy as his fingers plunged into the silky smooth chestmeat which Louise was so fortunate to call her own.
‘Oh yes, Roger, touch them!’ Louise exclaimed, likewise carried away as
a seeming infinite supply of pumping cum garlanded her face and the breasts in question. ‘Touch my big bosoms! Grope them, squeeze them, jiggle them up and down your cock, wank yourself off with them, oh yes, oh fuck yes!’
Roger bucked his hips, jerking his throbbing boner through Louise’s deep cleavage. He couldn’t believe how much he was cumming. The orgasm with Alice had simply felt like being milked dry, his body having held rather a lot of semen back for eventualities just like this one. But even this reserve supply began to run out, and soon the spurts from the head of Roger’s dick were only making it a couple of inches into the air before flopping wetly down to join the initial ejaculations atop Louise’s swooping breasts. He panted heavily, fingers slowly relinquishing their grip on that beautiful bosom and finally letting go, Roger marvelling at how firmly his cock was still held in place by that sturdy cleavage.
‘And that’s how you give a titwank,’ said Nina finally. She handed Louise a few paper tissues to mop up Roger’s liquid admiration.
Louise stood and let Roger’s dick slide out from underneath her finely-sculpted bosom, several feet of gloopy white cum stretching up like wallpaper paste from groin to cleavage. ‘I’ve never made a man cum like that before,’ Louise said, still in a daze, as she gathered up the train of semen with the wad of Kleenex then scooped up the rest of the thick gloop from the tops of her tits and nipples. ‘I didn’t even know I was capable of that.’
‘Now,’ said Nina, regarding her employee, no longer a titfuck virgin, with pride, ‘Now you know what to say to the next customer who asks for advice on how to do it.’
‘I certainly do,’ Louise said dreamily.
‘Roger, Uschi, thank-you very much,’ said Nina, gesturing to the door. ‘We’ll discuss next steps tomorrow. Louise, stay behind please, I want to discuss immortalizing those astonishing bosoms of yours as a bra shape.’
‘Top on or top off?’ asked Louise, holding her grey T-shirt dress in one hand.