by Lesley Finch
Roger panicked his usual sexual panic. Nina was more than enough, each bare breast literally more than two handfuls, but at least he’d had the pleasure of seeing her topless already, indeed his natural curiosity about how amazing it would be to fuck her cleavage had been satisfied, too. But here was a brand new pair of breasts, historically the most overwhelming experience for Roger’s fantasy-addled mind. He wasn’t ready, even though he’d ejaculated only hours prior to this.
And before he knew what was happening, Sophie had slipped off the bra and stood there topless in front of everyone. Roger looked away for the sake of his own mental and physical health, but there was no escaping the erotic spectacle that hovered in his peripheral vision. Sophie’s 36G breasts were as solid, elevated, and luxury-nippled as the picture he had pieced together in his perverted mind, epic torpedoes, thick pink pacifier nipples staring directly forward like an extra pair of eyes. She stooped to fetch Nina’s bottle of baby oil from the floor and those chunky jugs collided with her stockinged knees the way Nina’s had, then she squirted the stuff as liberally over her own firm bosom as Nina had on hers. Sophie’s technique was a little more rigorous than Nina’s slopping the stuff about like sunblock.
Meanwhile, Nina had moved from cradling her heaving breasts to inserting a long, slim forearm into her cleavage and fucking it the way Roger had with his—not much smaller—cock on that heavenly previous occasion in the redheaded nympho’s office.
‘Excuse me,’ Roger finally said. He had to get out. He couldn’t take this any more. Stooping to conceal his erection as best he could, he shuffled past the call centre girls and the shell-shocked lingerie regulators and, as Nina began to yelp and squeal in breastgasmic delight behind him, stumbled from the room into the corridor where he made a beeline for the gents’ toilets.
Alone, he clutched the sink and breathed deeply in an attempt to relax. Looking up in the mirror, he saw the door open behind him and there, to his surprise, was Uschi.
‘What are you doing here?’ he asked.
‘I couldn’t stand it any longer,’ Uschi said.
‘Me neither,’ said Roger. ‘Although probably for very different reasons.’
‘Actually,’ said Uschi, walking over to him and adjusting her hair in the mirror. ‘It’s the same reason. The presentation has left me very, very horny.’
‘I… I haven’t cum yet,’ Roger said, hopefully.
‘I don’t care about that,’ Uschi said with a snort. ‘I need a breast orgasm. And I need it now.’
After he had blown it with her in this same unromantic lavatorial setting, Uschi was giving him a second chance. Just as Nina had predicted. Without waiting for a further invitation, Roger grabbed Uschi’s blouse and pulled it out of her skirt before hastening up the row of buttons with trembling hands. It had probably only been a matter of days since he had set eyes on those perfect breasts, but it felt like weeks, months.
As though anticipating the urgency to give Roger access to her breasts, Uschi had opted for a front-opening bra, a rather bland beige soft-cup number. But as Roger snapped the thing open, the contents that were released were anything but bland: the most sumptuous, pert, wobbly jugs imaginable, those areolae so full and suckable. What cruel irony that, with all their engorged sexual potency, those overflowing breasts had never experienced the ultimate pleasuring they deserved. And, like Arthur pulling Excalibur from the stone, it now seemed as though it had been Roger’s destiny all along to be the one to pluck that boobgasmic virginity from his buxom nemesis.
There was no moisturiser in the room—it was the gents’ toilets after all, not the ladies’—and so Roger began with the application of saliva, running his tongue all over those jellying breasts, carefully avoiding her nipples, as Uschi emitted short, sharp, premature yelps of delight. While Roger had been dwelling on the bare breasts of Nina and then Sophie, Uschi had clearly been fantasising about Roger all along, and now this fantasy was coming true.
‘I’ve been so stupid, Roger,’ she gasped as Roger’s tongue drew long, wet lines around the circumference of her left areola. ‘I’m so sorry I was jealous.’
Roger shrugged and made a distracted, wordless grunt of forgiveness.
‘Give me my first breast orgasm Roger,’ she panted. ‘You’re the only man I know obsessed enough with breasts to be able to do it.’
Roger’s mouth was drying up, his jaw aching, and he withdrew lips from tits, keeping the stimulation going as Nina had instructed by instantly putting his boob-loving fingers and thumbs into play, kneading Uschi’s doughy breasts with the gentle dexterity of a skilled baker. He decided to raise an issue that had been troubling him since all of this had begun. ‘But… Uschi… your boyfriend. Surely…’
‘I don’t have one,’ Uschi snapped impatiently. ‘I made him up! Wasn’t that always obvious?’
‘No… I…’ Roger decided it didn’t matter and changed the subject again. ‘I’m going to have to cum all over your breasts,’ he announced. ‘For lubrication purposes.’
‘Be my guest,’ Uschi said, licking her lips in dirty anticipation as Roger opened his trousers and unleashed the monster, already sopping wet with the precum that had been leaking out of it for the past half hour. She leaned forward gradually so as not to dislodge Roger’s keen hands, until her bosom hovered close enough for Roger’s cock head to enter that writhing cleavage.
Roger ejaculated the second he penetrated. ‘Christ, Uschi,’ he groaned as his cock pumped seed between and all over those luscious breasts. ‘I can’t wait this long before titfucks any more.’
‘And you won’t, I promise,’ breathed Uschi. She began to wriggle her way out of skirt and knickers, then slowly righted herself. Roger’s dick, still spunking, plopped out of her cleavage, but she grabbed it with a swift hand and thrust its throbbing legs deep between her thighs so she sat astride its throbbing length with her moist labia.
‘Cheating,’ murmured Roger as he began to rub his sperm passionately into Uschi’s breasts.
‘It’s the tit-attention that will give me the orgasm,’ Uschi said with a smile. ‘No matter how much you rub against me down there.’
‘Where are you feeling most sensitive,’ asked Roger, focused on the task (and tits) in hand.
‘Apart from my nipples?’
‘I’m avoiding those for now. Cleavage…?’
Uschi’s smile faded a little. ‘I’m not as lucky as Nina, it seems,’ she said. ‘So don’t get your hopes up, no mutual titfuck orgasm for now.’
‘A pity,’ said Roger. ‘For you, I mean. And for me, I suppose.’
‘We can work on that,’ said Uschi, cheeky smile returning to her striking olive-tanned features. ‘But for now you can keep driving me crazy with what you’re doing.’
Cock dry-humping Uschi’s pussy, hands running cum-slick circles around those glorious breasts, Roger continued to do so, avoiding those nipples until they swelled and blushed so fiercely that the time seemed right to involve them.
‘I’m going to touch your nipples,’ said Roger.
‘No, I’m not ready,’ Uschi gasped. ‘Suck them, maybe?’
‘My mouth, it’s so dry.’
‘Then maybe this will help,’ said Uschi, and, as Roger’s hands continued their loving grope of her lovely bosom, she took Roger’s head in her own hands and planted a wet kiss on his surprised mouth, her full lips cushioning firmly against his. Their mouths opened and Uschi’s tongue interlocked with Roger’s, bodily fluids flowing forth, quenching Roger’s thirst. Roger began cumming again, shooting the stuff up under Uschi’s bottom and halfway up her back. For all the sexual antics the busty temptress had involved him in, Roger in his forty years had never been kissed, not once, certainly not in this way, and the sensation was more erotic than his unromantic breast-driven brain could ever have imagined.
Suitably refreshed and still rock hard despite two very sudden ejaculations, Roger let Uschi withdraw her tongue and lips with a devastating smile, and returned his attenti
on to the puffed areolae and erected nipples that bobbed between the two lovers. And, returning the passion with which Uschi had snogged him, Roger planted his lips on the bosomy German’s right areola.
‘Fuck!’ swore Uschi. ‘Fuck, oh fuck! Roger it’s happening! I can feel it! Oh don’t stop, don’t fucking stop!’
Roger’s tongue ran rapid circles around Uschi’s swollen right areola as he suckled, his hands still groping and jiggling both big E-cups for dear life. He released it, ran lips and tongue down into the cum-flavoured valley of her cleavage and back up again to her other nipple, which he afforded the same loving treatment, then back again, then he squeezed her breasts so tightly together that he managed to give both hillocked areolae and nipples the same treatment simultaneously.
‘I’m cumming, Roger, I’m cummmmiinngggggg…!!!’
Uschi’s nipples throbbed and pulsed in his mouth as he sucked the orgasm from them. Her breasts almost felt like they were growing and stiffening in his hands as he continued his loving manipulations. His cock had now wilted to the point where it wasn’t touching labia or clitoris any more. This was a true boobgasm, Uschi’s first, the first he had ever given.
Nina’s plan had worked.
Then, as Uschi’s screams of pleasure increased in frequency, volume, and pitch, the breast orgasm taking over her entire body, the bathroom door opened. ‘What the blazes…?’
It was the gentleman from OffBra, in to use the toilet. ‘That does it! I’m going to do everything in my power to have this whole place shut down for good!’
Neither Uschi nor Roger could care less, so wrapped up were they both in the throes of this new sexual threshold they had crossed.
The man stood there for a moment, then spoke again. ‘Is there another gents’ toilets I can use?’
Chapter Eight
‘At least they didn’t sack the girls,’ Roger said. ‘I don’t think I could live with myself if I’d been responsible for yet more people losing their livelihoods.’ He unlocked the door to his apartment and led the way inside.
‘It’s worked out for the best, Roger,’ said Uschi. ‘Nina gets to stay in business, that’s the main thing. The overgrown bosoms of tens of thousands of top-heavy women are thus still in safe hands.’
Roger slumped down on the settee and took the P45 form from his jacket pocket, looked at it once again in resigned despair before tossing it onto the coffee table.
Uschi removed her cream blazer and gave her chest a wiggle to cheer Roger up, her lips pouting, eyebrows raised. ‘Look Roger: braless. Your favourite.’
Roger looked up and smiled weakly, feigning sulking indifference, although the rapid tenting of his groin betrayed his usual enthusiasm for his German partner-in-crime’s pert, wobbly bosom.
‘I was braless all the way through the proceedings,’ she sniggered. ‘The irony! Do you think they noticed? The head regulator certainly had a good look when I stretched my back.’
‘You looked incredible, Uschi. You always do.’
‘Well,’ Uschi said, starting to unbutton her pink blouse, ‘I’m fired, you’re fired… but we’ll get it right next time.’ She let the panels of cotton hang over her plump nipples either side of that soft, deep cleft.
‘Next time?’ said Roger, addressing Uschi’s semi-naked bust. ‘What next time? It’s over! They cancelled the programme, sacked me without severance… I’m going to have to go right back to square one. And I’d really landed on my feet there. A bra company! For massive-titted women!’
‘I know how much you like massive tits,’ said Uschi, sympathetically parting her blouse to reveal those massive tits of her own. ‘They make you so very, very hard, and it gives you so much pleasure to empty those fat balls of yours in tribute to them. Which is why I’ve come up with a plan. A business idea. I want you to be my partner. I’m calling it Uschi Unlimited.’
‘Uschi Unlimited,’ Roger repeated, hypnotised by swaying boobs, his dick thickening and stiffening still further at the very notion of a limitless supply of Uschi.
‘But first, Roger,’ Uschi said, closing her blouse back over her braless breasts. ‘I have a confession to make. Get your cock out, please.’
‘A confession? What does my cock have to do with that?’
‘Nothing whatsoever,’ said Uschi. ‘But you’re going to be very annoyed, so I want you on the brink of orgasm when I tell you, so that you’ll forgive me.’
Wary but as gullibly horny as ever, Roger proceeded to make his way out of his trousers until he sat there with them crumpled around his ankles, his balls resting heavily on the sofa, his dick high in the air in front of the tie he had worn to the unpleasant meeting with Nina and OffBra.
Uschi shrugged off the blouse at last, and knelt before Roger, yanking off his black leather slip-on shoes and pulling one trouser leg away so she could part his knees fully and shuffle between them until her heavily udders jutted and wobbled a fraction of an inch from that boob-besotted boner.
‘Oh Jesus, Uschi,’ Roger blurted as his vertical priapism disappeared into the constant writhing motion of Uschi’s bosom. ‘Oh Jesus your titfucks never cease to drive me crazy.’
‘You feel like you’re about to cum already,’ marvelled Uschi. ‘You’re twitching and throbbing so much. All that stress you need to release from this morning.’
He lifted his hands from the sofa and motioned to grab Uschi’s breasts as they quivered and shimmied their way freely around his cock, but Uschi seized his wrists and stopped him. ‘Just tits and dick for now, darling,’ she rasped sensuously. ‘You can grope me all you want after you’ve cum, but for now let’s jiggle you to a nice, long, hands-free orgasm.’
It was clear from recent experience that Uschi’s reasoning her was not entirely in the spirit of altruism. She wanted to remain in control until she had got whatever this confession was out of the way, without any risk of Roger turning the tables and fondling her to another delicious boobgasm, but Roger, as Uschi had rightly guessed, was now too deliriously horny to care.
‘Oh sweet Jesus,’ gasped Roger, stuck perfectly balanced on the edge of orgasm already, kept there by the slight, precum-lubricated shimmying of Uschi’s juicy knockers around his lengthy, iron-stiff manhood. ‘Oh sweet mother of God.’
‘So, I’ve something I need to tell you,’ the bosom-jiggling Bavarian bombshell said slowly.
‘I forgive you already!’ cried Roger madly, eyes fixated on the busty loveliness massaging him incrementally towards ecstasy.
Uschi bit her lip, then went on. ‘It wasn’t Imogen who alerted OffBra. It was… it was me.’
Roger ejaculated with mixed feelings. It was one of the best titwanks Uschi had ever given him, certainly, at least, one of the most badly-needed. Cum sailed upwards and past Uschi’s contrite face as she looked back at him with wide, penitent brown eyes. Her breasts decelerated and came to rest on his hips as his astonished cock continued to pump and dribble semen all over them.
‘You? B-but… but why?’
‘I was jealous, Roger. You know that now, but… I’ve been jealous all along. It was fine when we were just finding out bra sizes, but the more I thought about having to share this cock with those other girls…’
Roger was speechless. His cock emitted a final spurt that landed on the existing emissions on Uschi’s left boob with a sorry splat. ‘You could have put the whole company out of business…’
Uschi shrugged. ‘Well. At least I know for next time. Shall we try giving me a boobgasm again?’
Eager not to burn bridges with his busty, oversexed ex-boss, Roger was quick to get in touch with Nina to explain that there were no hard feelings, that it was all for the best, and that he hoped that they could work together in future in some other capacity. Nina sounded genuinely touched by the gesture of this phone call. It had been a difficult decision to pull the plug on the Uschi initiative and to fire Roger, but these had been the only measures which would call off the regulatory dogs and allow Tempest Lingerie to return to its no
rmal businesslike operations.
‘There’s another reason I’m glad you called, Roger,’ Nina’s soft voice said down the phone. ‘We wanted to throw you a leaving party, but of course that wouldn’t be the same without you there. I was hesitating to ask you as I wasn’t really sure how you felt about everything, but if you’re free next Friday evening? Uschi’s very welcome, too, of course.’
‘Thank-you, Nina,’ said Roger. ‘I’d be delighted. I’ll check with Uschi next time I see her.’
‘Next time you see her?’ Nina said in slight surprise. ‘I thought you two were… y’know…’
‘A couple? No, no. It’s all business.’
‘Well, you know what they say about business and pleasure, Roger.’
‘See you next Friday, Nina.’
‘So glad you’re up for it. I’ll email you the details. It will be a send-off to remember.’
A venue was booked in London for the following Friday night, and Roger and Uschi made their way through the bar to the private table that had been booked at the back where Nina, Louise, Jemima and Sophie had already made a start on garishly coloured syrupy cocktails. A cheer went up when the two disgraced perverts’ presence became known.
‘Ladies,’ said Roger with a small bow. ‘You’re all looking very nice. No Imogen?’
The lingerie staff exchanged looks. ‘She’s otherwise engaged tonight, sorry to say,’ Nina said finally.
‘Can’t have ‘em all,’ shrugged Roger, sliding in next to Sophie. Uschi found space on the banquette opposite, next to Nina.
‘You had the rest of us, which isn’t bad going,’ sniggered Louise, already a little tipsy. She raised her cocktail glass. ‘To Roger the Todger!’
‘Shhh,’ said Sophie. Louise covered her mouth, wide eyed with guilt.
‘It was their name for you, behind your back,’ Uschi explained, leaning across the table.
‘It’s a compliment, Roger, trust us,’ said Louise. ‘Not many men are as well-endowed as you.’