by Lesley Finch
‘Off, please,’ said Nina, eyeing Louise’s impossibly pert F-cup jugs with undisguised lasciviousness.
Roger struggled messily back into his underpants and trousers, and followed Uschi to the door. ‘Open or closed?’ he asked Nina on the way out.
‘Closed,’ said Nina absently, eyes still locked on Louise’s breasts.
‘Phew!’ said Roger with a breathless laugh as he and Uschi stood out in the corridor. ‘How about that!’
Uschi, stony-faced, seized Roger’s wrist and dragged him roughly along the corridor and into the gents’ restroom.
‘Steady on, Uschi,’ said Roger.
‘Get your cock out,’ ordered Uschi. She wasn’t messing about.
‘Seriously?’ said Roger. His cock felt completely lifeless, but he complied, and opened his trousers once more, letting the long, exhausted appendage flop out.
‘Fuck me,’ said Uschi. ‘Now.’ She turned to the mirror, wriggled skirt and knickers off and leaned over the basin, displaying her shapely, quivering buttocks and plump, inviting pussy lips underneath.
With the best will in the world, Roger could not muster the ability or even desire to service her. ‘Uschi, you’re kidding, right? Did you see how hard I just came? How hard I came earlier on? Give me hour or two to recover, eh? Maybe later, at my place?’
Uschi turned around dark bush wild betwixt full, tan thighs, pulled up her black top, and tugged down the cups of her bra, letting her luscious, swollen-nippled breasts wobble free. She eyed Roger’s dick, lips thin with anger. ‘Not in one hour, not later, not at your place,’ she said. ‘Now.’
Roger had never seen her like this. And her behaviour suddenly became explicable by one word: jealousy. His dick, which ordinarily would have leapt to attention at the sight of those eminently fuckable tits, hung comatose from his open trousers. He shrugged in helpless embarrassment.
‘Fine,’ said Uschi. She stowed tits back in bra, stretched her black top down, pulled up knickers, zipped her skirt, and marched straight past Roger and left him alone and bewildered in the gents' with only his long, limp penis for company.
Chapter Seven
Sophie and Imogen’s breasts remained to be conquered, but two obstacles now seemed to stand in the way of conquest. Firstly, there were the spot-checks by OffBra, and the likelihood that it was Imogen who had blown the whistle on the libidinous goings-on now made Imogen herself a seemingly insurmountable challenge. And secondly there was Uschi’s unexpected sulk. Roger couldn’t figure out what her problem was. She had always been so keen to see him get off on other women’s boobs, but something about that titfuck with Louise in particular seemed to have changed her. He wondered if it was the breasts themselves, but if Uschi was worried that Louise’s breasts, lush and perfect though they undeniably were, would supplant the desire for her own in Roger’s horny affections, she was deluded and paranoid.
Uschi was still turning up to work, still listening in on calls. She was still taking the girls to one side to give feedback, but she was now doing so without involving Roger. This meant that Imogen was agreeing to see Uschi in private, which was a good start, but it wasn’t getting any closer to building bridges between Roger and her. He even saw Imogen crack a cheeky smile at one of Uschi’s whispered comments. But Uschi/Roger relations had turned from flirtatious to cordial, and the initial promise of daily sex with his fiery Bavarian conspirator now seemed less than probable. Uschi was even dressing more conservatively, shunning figure-hugging low-cut tops for loose-fitting blouses buttoned all the way up to the neck, her breasts, once regularly braless, now securely contained and played down.
And to Roger’s further frustration, it seemed that the girls all took their lead from Uschi. If Uschi wasn’t acknowledging Roger, neither did they. Even Jemima and Louise, both of whose beautiful busts Roger had penetrated to such explosive effect, had reverted to treating him with at best distant courtesy. So while Uschi had the power to break down the socio-sexual walls between colleagues, she could just as easily build them up again.
‘You wanted to see me, Nina?’ Roger poked his head around the door of the CEO’s office.
‘Yes, please come in, Roger, take a seat,’ Nina said. She was pouring herself a glass of water from a jug on the sideboard. It was dress-down Friday, and Nina had most certainly dressed down. Her backside looked fantastic in tight denim, and a tight blue shirt was open to half way down her braless J-cup bosom, a mile of deep cleavage writhing as she moved, her nipples stiff and prominent through the cotton. Huge bras were strewn across the office furniture. ‘Excuse the mess,’ she laughed, ‘I’ve been trying on some of the new stock.’
Roger cleared a couple of lacy unmentionables from a chair and sat down, grateful for the ability to hide his erection in this seated position, even if that perhaps now seemed unnecessary given that he had ejaculated between a colleague’s breasts right here at the insistence of Nina herself. ‘How can I be of assistance, Nina?’
Nina sat on the couch opposite, her blouse opening far enough to expose the edge of a swollen, goosebumped areola which Roger did his best to divert to his peripheral vision and not stare at directly. ‘Roger, how are things going with Uschi?’
‘Very well,’ Roger said automatically.
‘You think so?’ Nina said. Shit. Where was this going?
‘Under the circumstances,’ Roger said, vaguely.
‘Yes,’ Nina stood, her braless, gravity-shunning chest rising imperiously under thin cotton. ‘The sensitivities among certain members of staff may have stalled progress somewhat. But what troubles me more is the relationship between Uschi and you, Roger.’
Roger’s blood ran cold and his brain fumbled for some excuse for his rampant, stormy liaisons with the buxom German minx. ‘I, um, I can explain,’ he began. But how could he explain the sex sessions in the gents’ toilets, the systematic premeditated cleavage-deflowering of his young colleagues?
Nina raised a silencing finger. ‘You don’t seem to be getting on as well as you used to.’
This wasn’t what Roger expected.
‘For the girls to truly embrace this sexual body-awareness training, they need a solid female mentor whom they can trust, but that mentor also needs to show complete solidarity with management so the message doesn’t get lost that, at the end of the day, this is about business.’
‘Agreed,’ said Roger.
‘I’m conscious,’ Nina continued, ‘that I may have been getting too involved recently. Do you think that might be part of the problem?’
‘I, um, I doubt it,’ said Roger.
‘She’s not… jealous?’
‘Jealous? Of whom?’
‘Of other women with large breasts,’ said Nina. She took a sip of water, eyes locked on Roger.
Roger gave a tense laugh. ‘She really has nothing to worry about in that department.’
‘And yet she looked very uncomfortable when I made you fuck Louise’s tits, don’t you think?’
‘You’d, um, you’d have to ask Uschi…’
‘When you have large, attractive breasts, Roger, there is something irresistible about a correspondingly large penis that becomes erect at the sight of them. But for some women, it can be difficult to deal with the fact that other breasts, not just their own have the same effect on a penis they have become obsessively possessive about. It’s quite clear that Uschi is infatuated with your cock, Roger. And quite frankly I don’t blame her. It probably started out as fun, seeing that delicious shaft of yours erupting at the sight of every pair of shapely breasts she could get in front of you. But after a while, she probably just wants you all for herself.’
Roger gulped. Nina was an astonishingly astute judge of character, and it was pointless trying to deceive her.
‘Uschi would, for example,’ said Nina, ‘be very jealous if she knew I was doing this.’ She slipped open the few buttons of her blouse that hadn’t already done so by themselves, until the panels of cotton flopped limply from the jutting tips of
her torpedo bosom, a firm, tight cleavage and flat stomach now exposed between.
Roger moaned as his dick erected itself fully and painfully in his trousers.
Nina smiled at the tented sight. ‘You’ve no idea what it’s like to have this power over a man’s dick,’ she said. ‘Please, release it, let me see.’
Bemused by this turn of events but not about to refuse, Roger fumbled with belt and zip and let his girthy nine inches spring forth with a rigid shudder.
Nina shook her semi-clad bosom a little and noted the effect this upheaval had on Roger’s twitching hard-on with wide eyes and a slight bite of her plump lower lip. ‘Uschi’s been holding out on you, hasn’t she, Roger?’
Roger nodded, face contorted with exquisite agony.
‘When was the last time you came?’
‘T-two days ago,’ Roger managed to say, the purple head of his neglected manhood throbbing keenly in the shadow of Nina’s long braless cleavage.
‘Cum for me now,’ said the J-cup redhead, and pulled open the blouse to reveal her breasts in their monumental entirety.
Roger had fantasised about these particular breasts for so long that it wasn’t just two days’ worth of jism that left his untouched cock and balls that very instant, but several months’. ‘I’m sorry,’ he wheezed, as the sight of Nina’s firm, suckable rose nipples siphoned cum from him, high into the air above his lap.
‘Don’t apologise, Roger,’ said the bare-breasted business magnate, gazing upon the eruption with glee. ‘Do you know how sexy this makes me feel? It’s the ultimate compliment on my body! All the girls in the team should know how this feels. All the girls in the whole company, in fact. Oh Roger, there’s so much of it!’
Roger adjusted shirt and trousers so that the ejaculations from his still freely spunking cock landed on bare skin.
‘I only wish you’d told me about this fetish earlier,’ Nina said. She knelt between Roger’s thighs and swung her chest from side to side in front of his pulsing dick, letting breasts and nipples bask in the rain of cum. ‘We could have been using that discerning boner as the benchmark for our most erotic lines of lingerie.’
‘Oh my god,’ moaned Roger as Nina leaned forward and at long last let her huge breasts sandwich his dick, provoking a second blissful wave of orgasmic emissions. Roger placed his hands on the sides of the bosom which now rested in his lap, and he savoured the cold, firm texture of them.
‘We need this programme of sexual self-discovery to continue. So you’re going to have to become best friends with Uschi again,’ said Nina, chest writhing and squirming around Roger’s blissfully spurting erection. ‘And I’m going to show you how. First of all, I’m going to need to see your address book.’
Roger realised what was going on: Nina was doing an Uschi on Uschi.
Sophie’s crisp lavender-shaded blouse, dark grey skirt and blue tights were strikingly evocative of school uniform, and as she stood in the corner of the staff room getting a coffee from the vending machine, Roger found himself thinking to cock-thickening effect of the story she had told of her school days when she had superglued the school pervert’s hands to her chest. The summer sun had brought out the freckles across her nose and beneath her brown eyes, and as if that and her attire weren’t enough to make her look ten years younger today, she had opted to plait her hair in cute pigtails. She may as well have been provocatively sucking a lollipop.
Roger shifted in his seat in the opposite corner and pretended to read his lingerie industry periodical when not stealing glances of the G-cup bosom that looked ready to tear that lavender blouse to shreds if Sophie were to make a wrong move.
She smiled across at him. ‘I’m enjoying having Uschi here,’ she said, perching on the countertop.
‘That’s good to hear,’ Roger smiled back.
‘I know it got off to a bit of a messy start,’ she continued, ‘But now that we’re having the one-on-ones I really feel like I have a new relationship with my boobs.’
Roger set his magazine down. ‘You’re more comfortable talking about them with the customers?’
Sophie nodded eagerly. ‘Definitely. And not just with the customers. With anyone. Even you, Roger! I feel I could sit down and talk about my boobs with you for hours.’
‘We’ll, um, we’ll have to do that sometime then,’ said Roger half in jest, then regretted this rather flirtatious quip.
‘Yes we should,’ said Sophie earnestly. ‘Has Uschi been giving you the same boob awareness coaching then?’
‘You could say that,’ said Roger, thinking ruefully of the various recent missed opportunities for interaction with Uschi’s chest since she had begun showing him her cold shoulder instead. He looked at the clock.
‘I’m just surprised at Imogen,’ said Sophie, the words bursting out as though she had been meaning to broach the topic for days. ‘Everyone’s saying she blew the whistle and that was the reason for the surprise spot check by the lingerie regulators. But it just doesn’t seem like Imogen, you know? She was a bit uncomfortable about all the nudity, but she’s shy, not vindictive.’
Roger didn’t want to talk about this, and in any case it was nearly a quarter to eleven. ‘That’s coffee break over, Sophie, you need to be back on the phones now.’
‘Yes sir,’ Sophie saluted, the phrase further reinforcing this inappropriate but horribly arousing busty schoolgirl impression.
Uschi had taken to sitting around with the girls, out of Roger’s line of sight. But Roger could see on his console which calls she was listening in on, and when Sophie’s line lit up, he could see Uschi patch in, so he joined too. He noticed Nina’s light come up too, indicating that the CEO had dialled in from her office.
‘Tempest Lingerie, how may I support you?’ said Sophie with newly chest-swelling pride. She exchanged girlfriend smiles with Uschi, who winked back at her then glanced up at Roger, smile fading to blank indifference.
‘Hi, my name’s Selina Carpenter, I have an account number if you’d like to take it down?’
Selina Carpenter, newly knocked-up mother-to-be from the old workplace. While Sophie took down the details, Roger looked back at Uschi, who returned the look with the first sign of engagement Roger had experienced from her in days. Her eyes bulged in innocence and she shook her head solemnly, mouthing the words “not me.” Roger raised an eyebrow in scepticism, and the two returned their attention to eavesdropping on the old colleague’s conversation with Sophie.
‘I see you recently purchased a “Mammocumulus” padded bra from us, in a… thirty-two double G?’ Sophie said, squinting at her computer monitor. ‘Ah, a fellow G-girl! I’m not as slim as you, it’s a whopping thirty-six G for me, and the rate my knockers seem to be creeping out the cups of the one I have on at the moment I’ll be joining you in the double-G club!’ Sophie looked up at Uschi for approval, and Uschi nodded and gave her a silent thumbs-up. Sophie looked across over the desk partitions at Roger and grinned with pride.
‘Well, this is just temporary, I hope,’ came Selina’s familiar Essex accent down the phone line. ‘I’m four months pregnant…’
‘Congratulations, Ms Carpenter…’
‘...and four months ago I was a 28C.’
‘Goodness, it must be so new for you, being so bosomy all of a sudden.’
‘Yes, and I’m still not even showing much, so I don’t have the bump to explain it away, or the lower centre of gravity. I feel like I’m about to topple forwards all the time I’m standing up.’ Although sharing her woes, Selina wasn’t reciprocating Sophie’s jocular mood, in fact she sounded rather serious and annoyed. ‘But the real problem is the… the nipples.’
‘The nipples?’
‘They used to be small, subtle, pink little things, but now… now they’re stiff, swollen, bumpy, a sort of auburn colour…’
‘They sound like mine, Ms Carpenter, and I’m not even pregnant! Your nipples as well as your breasts!’
‘... and sensitive. Extremely sensitive, in a way they n
ever used to be.’
Sophie went silent at this. It seemed that Selina had crossed an unexpected line of familiarity with the buxom young telephone support operator. ‘Um, could you tell me more,’ she said eventually.
‘Well, this is the nature of my... my complaint, I suppose. I bought your Mammocumulus padded bra because it was advertised as being soft and comfortable. I certainly don’t need the padding for the size, but I do need to protect my nipples from rubbing against the fabric of my clothes.’
‘Chafing?’ asked Sophie. ‘Painful is it, on the sensitive areas?’
‘No,’ said Selina. ‘Quite the opposite in fact. The pregnancy has, uh, imbued my nipples with an extremely high potential for orgasm.’
‘Orgasm?’ Sophie’s cute freckled nose wrinkled in adorable confusion. ‘We’re talking about the bra, correct? Not the knickers?’
‘Yes the bra,’ Selina snapped, clearly embarrassed. ‘The cups are very comfortable, but they don’t come up high enough. When I put it on I can tug them just high enough to cover the nipples, but after fifteen minutes of walking about I’m popping out again.’
‘And you’re sure it’s the right si-’
‘Yes it’s definitely the right size. It’s not the size, it’s the design, the cut of the thing.’
‘I’m looking at a picture of the bra now, madam,’ said Sophie, ‘And the cups certainly seem to go about two thirds of the way around the breasts, which should be more than enough coverage. It certainly would be on me.’
‘Well, that’s where your breasts and mine differ,’ said Selina coldly. ‘My nipples always sat quite high on my boobs, but when I started filling out it made them more and more bottom-heavy, and my nipples practically point straight up now.’
‘My,’ said Sophie. ‘Perky!’
‘Yes. You should see them.’
‘You joke, madam, but I might have to. If we’re to issue a refund or replacement, I might need you to send us photographic evidence.’
Good girl, thought Roger in his filthy mind. Even if Uschi was holding out on him, she had trained the girls well.