The Room

A different scenario this time, an experimental scene that has a F/m couple in a company of a female submissive/masochist. Do answer the final question, either in comments or via direct message to me. 

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We're in a hotel room. Fairly lavish. There's a girl there with us. Not a real girl, obviously, but a young woman. She's a stranger. Maybe someone picked up at a club. Maybe a prostitute I'm paying.

She seems attractive in an obvious way, dressed and groomed and made up to show it.

It feels fairly late. I'm really tired.

I drop down heavily into a padded leather chair, get you to pour me a drink. A whisky, neat, in a short cut-crystal glass tumbler, poured from a decanter available on a side table, liquid smoke coating my tongue in a memory of another place.

I tell the girl to strip and she starts doing it in an elaborate, seductive-dance way. This annoys me so I shout to her, almost a bark, "Just take your fucking clothes off". She stops for a moment, seemingly confused, but then obeys.

You are sitting on the floor to the side of my chair, your head nearly resting on my thigh. I can see you look at her get naked, I can see your jeans bulging with an erection.

The girl's breasts are small but not tiny, round, with a softness that's so strongly implied as to feel palpable. In contrast, her nipples are huge, thick and long, dark, almost purple brown, grapelike.

She's standing there, about six feet away from us, naked and exposed in this nakedness, her heavily made up face and carefully straightened hair somewhat incongruous with her nudity, smooth, olive skinned, waxed or shaved completely hairless apart from her head hair.

She doesn't react in any visible way to my hitching my skirt up, pulling my knickers off, to my hand grabbing your head, pulling you closer, your burying your head between my legs first, then unzipping your trousers and sliding your rigid cock into my cunt. I wrap my legs around you and keep you still there, on your knees in my grasp, my hips making small movements only, my cunt clenching in a slow rhythm.

I look at the girl, she's watching us intently, wordlessly, but her chest is rising and falling in heavy breaths, she's visibly biting her lip and her nipples appear to be really hard, the areolas swollen, the tips even darker.

Her right hand starts to slowly move down to her pubis, her left to her chest. I can hear her gasp.

"No. Don't you fucking dare" I bark towards her and she moans, almost a mewling sound but drops her hands, now hanging limply along her body. There seems to be something odd about her, not just her silence and sexual compliance, but a distant feeling, maybe feral, maybe drugged.

"Come closer!"

She obeys and stands inches away from the armchair in which we're still joined in the sort-of-fucking embrace. I reach up and take one of her nipples between my fingers, squeezing it. She moans again, her eyes close.

I reach between her legs. Her thighs are wet, literally covered in sticky, slippery juices, her cunt dripping; hot. My fingers -  two then three slide inside her, I ram them hard and fast, as deep as they'd get and she wails, high pitched sound that could be pain as well as arousal.

"Filthy fucking slut. What are you here for?"

I finger her, hard. She's moaning in reply, "Please... pleasepleaseplease.. "

I let you go and stand in front of her, grabbing a bunch of her hair in my fist, pulling her head back. My hand still mashing her pussy. Her hips arch towards the movement of my hand, and I withdraw it after one hard and fast thrust. She squeals in protest.

I slap her, her head held in place by my holding her hair, my palm smarting from the blow. I push her down on all fours. Her ass is round and firm, and the position she's in means her cunt is showing between her thighs, dark swollen labia and the red, visibly pulsing, fleshy opening. Her hips are rocking and she's making those pained, mewling moaning noises.

I smack her butt. Hard. And again. There's a belt... no... a riding crop on a round side table, next to the spirit decanters. A solid looking tool, not a joke novelty item.

I grab its plaited leather handle and whack the girl's butt with the flapper. A series of short, sharp smacks leaving red welts. She's wailing now, and although I can't see her face fully I can see enough to notice tears flowing down her cheeks, her makeup completely messed up, her lip bitten and bloody.

She makes no move to get away and in fact adjusts her position so her knees are wider. The next swat of the crop lands on her upper thighs and the one after that, on her exposed vulva. I repeat the blow, slightly lighter, alternately dragging the crop across her upper thigh and her pussy and hitting her, seven more times. I stop after that and slide the flapper of the crop fully between her legs, dragging it along her slit now.

She's rocking her hips, literally humping the implement.

"Filthy fucking cumrag, aren't you?" I hiss.

She moans, loud, her thighs closing on the crop. Her whole ass is covered in welts.

I move the crop between her legs and lean down. Her hair is a mess now, sweaty and tangled.

"You came here to be punished, didn't you?"

She moans a sobbing "Yes".

I spit at her, not her face but from behind, so it lands on her back, a thick glob, immediately followed by a smack on her red ass follows, my bare hand hot in contact with the tender flesh.

I'm kneeling on the floor behind her now. I raise my eyes and half turn my head towards the chair to  look at you, I almost forgot you were there for a while, but now I want to see what's going on with you, considering that only few minutes ago you had your cock inside me.

My question is unspoken but clear in my eyes, scanning your body, from your rigid cock to your eyes, darkened by arousal and wide open. You're still wearing your shirt even though you're naked below waist.

I smack her butt again, the heat of the whipped skin delicious on my hand, desire pooling between my legs. My eyes never leave yours.

"Turn over, scum whore."

I push her onto her face. She rolls over obediently, her knees raised and spread wide, her bare cunt open and needy. I pick up the crop again, tap her pussy with it, a light strike, then a slide along her slit. Her hips are bucking.

My left hand wanders almost absent mindedly to her nipple, large and fleshy between my fingers. I squeeze it and pinch it, twisting. She screeches, stifled, her back arching up, hips pushed as if begging.

I slide down to floor level next to her and take her fat nipple in my mouth. It's exquisite, rubbery yet warm and responsive, and having it between my lips sends delightful jolts down into my core, then stop and look at you, still tweaking the girl's nipple while I talk.

"I might need you to fuck her for me. But that's later."

After a while I shift between her legs and nearly- lying down start tapping her clit and labia with my hand, rhythmic smacks that are almost a caress. She comes hard, and keeps coming, in convulsions and with loud moans.

I get you to kneel at her side at hip height and watch, as I watch you watching her, looking at her whole body writhe, it feels like she is doing it for you even though she ostensibly just ignores you. She is grabbing her breast very hard, tweaking and pulling her nipples, hurting herself as she is rubbing her cunt, and you start to stroke yourself very, very slowly looking at her. When she comes again, it's loud and graphic, she doesn't stop, her face looks pained but she keeps going, like she was made to do this despite every logical reason not to. After what seems like a fourth orgasm, or a fourth wave of an immense one, she's still going, panting and crying but her body seems to be loving it, her face deformed now by the need, the pleasure, the pain. She is there, in front of us, a pantomime of horniness, an idea of an object made of flesh, a slut incarnate if there ever was one.

I turn to her again, lean down, ram my fingers in her, then replace them with the handle of the crop. It's rough and hard but she clearly needs it rough. She's coming, coming again, and although it's somehow connected to what I am doing, it's not really.

Her want and her need are independent, her own; not focused on me, or on you, we are merely tools of its fulfilment, used as needed to satisfy something that's entirely of hers, not much more than a plastic toy, not much more real than a porn clip on a loop, not more significant than a hooker one might pay to perform a particular service in a particular way that presses particular buttons with a particular intensity.

And as much as she appears to be inhuman in her desperate need, in this greedy abandon, it's not her arousal and her relentless pursuit of sensation that makes her seem so, but her self containment, her entire lack of concern with anybody else unless they can be used to intensify her sensations. It's in the moment of that realisation I recognise something -- somebody -- in her, I recognise an aspect of my own self, the thing that made men stop mid-action, turn away in a mixture of revulsion and surprise once they realised that it really was not about them in any meaningful way. None of this is verbalised at that time, it's more of a split-second awareness, so clear and stark that it adds a sharp edge, a shriek of quick laughter, to my own arousal. I stop doing what I was doing and abandon the girl to her subsiding wave of orgasms to reach between my own legs. I'm not far off. The crumpled, abused body on the floor; your rigid cock in your hand, and my own hungry cunt, the sheer depravity of the scene brings me to the edge, I come fast, quick, deep.

Few minutes on, I get up from the floor; you look up to me and I know what you want so I let you lick my fingers, the greedy mouth closing on them wetly, a moan.

"I'm going to go out for a while. I don't care what happens to her, if she goes, she goes, if she's still here when I come back, it's fine too. You, though, don't leave the room.''

I close the door behind myself, and leave you two there.

What do you do?

Dylan's Fete

They meet again: breast love, and more.

For their first encounter, see here 

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Dylan dropped off his aunt at the village fête, this time held at a field belonging to a wealthy newcomer who obviously wanted to get into the locals' good book. After a quick look at the countrified pursuits being practised in a slightly muddy field  gently sloping towards the lake, he was about to go back to his car having decided it wasn't - quite - his scene.

Then he saw her, at the bottle stall, just as he was stepping out of the main fête area. She wore sunglasses and was dressed differently, but there was no mistaking the straight, silky hair; the wide grin of her very red lips and - of course - the heavy, large breasts completely filling the top section of her dress. The dress was low cut and sleeveless and in all honesty not the most flattering of garments, but what it really did was to show off the boobs which figured proudly in their magnificent bulk, with acres of smooth, golden skin exposed in the cleavage and with the outline of the nipples just about, barely but quite-actually-there visible.

Dylan remembered them very well - he couldn't have possibly not remembered, he wanked daily recalling their earlier encounter - but seeing them in real life again had a powerful effect and gave him a semi-hard-on instantaneously.

He stopped in his tracks and walked towards the bottle stall. She must have recognised him too because her smile turned into a wide grin and she licked her lips, quickly but unmistakeably. Dylan's semi was rapidly turning into a full-on boner and only a protection of his jacket, tied round his waist, which he surreptitiously turned to conceal his groin, prevented him from publicly disgracing himself.

“Hi,” he mumbled on approaching the bottle stall. She smiled even wider.

“Do you see something that takes your fancy? It's a pound per ticket or
seven for a fiver. Every number ending in five or zero wins.”

Dylan felt his throat getting dry and his cock getting harder, painfully straining in his jeans. He was sure she knew what was happening to him but he could not do anything in such a public place.

“I'll have seven then. Nice to see you again, do you live locally?” he asked, his voice slightly shaking. She handed him the basket with tickets. As she did that, she leaned down from the stall and he could see even further down her cleavage. There were tiny droplets of sweat between her breasts and her nipples were now much more noticeable.

As she leaned over he Dylan could see not just their outline, but a glimpse of the dark areaolas and a side view of the fat, round nipples themselves. His hands were shaking as he picked out the tickets and he stifled a groan. She smiled and adjusted her dress, and as she did it he was absolutely sure she brushed her right breast and nipple with the palm of her hand.

“I live here,” She pointed to the house beyond the field. As she moved her arm, her tits moved in an undulating motion, raising higher in her dress. Dylan longed to cup them in his hands, squeeze and tweak the nipples, suck and lick and cum on them. His cock was throbbing and he felt he needed a wank soon or he would cream his pants then and there.

And yet, he stayed there, his hands shaking and his mouth dry, unable to tear himself away from this woman who could have been his mother but whose incredible tits he'd covered in his copious spunk as she arched in orgasm that didn't even need him touching her pussy.

Dylan opened his tickets. Two of them were winning ones and he appeared to be now a proud owner of a bottle of cream sherry and a - slightly more appealing - a set of miniature single malts. “Let me put them in the bag for you,” she said and efficiently bagged the bottles. “It's time for my break now, I can see Fiona is coming over so I might go and cool myself down by the lake. I have some of the waterside too, there is even a boathouse by the jetty,” she pointed again to a building that was beyond the area of the fête.

Dylan felt there was some point to all this, and when she passed him the bag, he was sure that her hand touched his for longer that it was strictly necessary. “You better put these in the car first,” she said, and now he knew that he didn't imagine an undercurrent to their small talk.

“Can't wait,” he said and she looked at him quickly above her sunglasses.

“Neither can I,” she laughed, a low, raspy sound that made him stifle an involuntary moan.

Dylan walked to his car, parked quite a distance from the entrance to the fête. His cock was still partially engorged, in memory of his previous astonishing encounter with this woman whose name he didn't know but whose breasts he had explored thoroughly, and now also in anticipation.

He put the bag in the car, adjusted his trousers and gave his dick a sneaky squeeze and slowly walked back, avoiding the main fête area and aiming for the boathouse. There was no people here, and the door was ajar. He entered the shady semi-darkness of the shed and stood on the threshold for a while to let his eyes adjust.

“Bolt the door, please,” he heard her speak and after doing as asked, he saw her, leaning against the wall to the back of the room. The straps of her dress were pulled down, the whole top of it rolled around her waist and her magnificent tits were there, in a there-quarter cup sheer bra that made it easy not just to see the shape of the breast but also all details of the nipples.

Dylan groaned as he felt his cock get immediately harder again. Her tits were at least and E, possibly F cup, and considering that she wasn't a skinny chit, and E/F was something to behold. Not only were they large, soft and smooth, but she also had amazing nipples which, when aroused, not only got darker and longer, but also thickened massively, to become akin to oversized raspberries, begging to be sucked, licked and bitten.

In an instant, he was by her side, stroking those huge globes, breathing rapidly into the crook of her neck, licking her earlobes and rubbing his engorged cock against her leg. His hands were on her tits, squeezing and kneading, stroking the nipples, tweaking them, pushing up with the palm of his hand against the hardening nubs. His balls felt high and tight, his cock as hard as he ever remembered, and he was aware of nothing but the smell of her skin, the soft moans of her arousal, the taste and texture of her skin.

“Easy, easy, slow down, baby,” she laughed, but didn't push him away and instead directed his mouth directly to her breasts. He sucked a nipple through the lace, biting it very gently and she groaned as it engorged even more, now a grape-sized and hot. Soon they were both liberated, hanging out of the bra in their full glory, and Dylan was drunk with desire. He leaned forward, and started to lick her nipples, alternating between the left and the right one, his hand working the other breast, tweaking, pulling the nipple, squeezing, and rubbing.

He licked upwards, with the flat of his tongue, so her thick, long nipple was making a soft groove in his tongue and his saliva was covering her breast. Then he licked round her nipples, in soft, wide circles, little flicks of the stiff tongue darting to the buds, but concentrating on the teasing around the fat berries of her erect nipples. Then he took her nipple into his mouth, between his lips, softly and wetly at first, not quite sucking yet, to then close the lips firmer and start sucking while at the same time stimulating the nipple with his tongue. Her areolas were raised and puffed up and she was panting, stroking his head, her fingers clenching on his hair as louder and louder moans escaped from her mouth.

She slid down to her knees and pulled Dylan's trousers down. His cock was rock hard, bouncing against his belly, leaking copious amounts of pre-cum and throbbing. He could easily cum now, but he wanted to prolong the deliciousness of the scene. She cupped her tits in her hands and pulled him down, to rub the head of his cock on her breasts.

As the swollen, purple hood stimulated her nipples, now raw with arousal, she let out an animal-like groan. Dylan was  panting now, his whole energy concentrating on slowing the rising tide of spunk in his balls. She wanked him with her nipples and soft flesh of the huge tits, while every so often giving the head of his cock a lick with her trembling tongue. He couldn't contain himself anymore, moaning loudly. The stream of spunk was unstoppable now, boiling up in his balls and making his cock even harder and hotter. She must have felt it when licking him, as she pushed his cock hard against her nipples and groaned.

“Ooooh, fuck, oooooh, cum on my tits, noooow, oooh, now now now....”, she moaned and Dylan let go, glorious streams of hot, thick semen splattering on her erect nipples, engorged areolas, the whole swollen up, incredible tits. The pleasure was so intense that he cried out, and it seemed to take ages, a shot after a shot from a throbbing, fat cock that appeared to lose only some of its firmness as he climaxed.

She pushed his head down onto her breasts and in a delirious instant he was licking of his own salty cum of her skin, sucking her nipples clean as she panted and writhed under his mouth and hands. He was dimly aware of his leg being between her tights, her hot pussy rubbing herself on him, copious amount of cunt juices making his skin slippery.

His cock was getting hard again, amazingly quickly, it never happened so fast even though as a 24 year old he recovered fast, but now he was in a fully erect state minutes after an intense orgasm, on some wave of desire that just carried both of them over a crest, down and back up another even higher point of arousal.

She pushed him onto the ground, pulling his jeans and pants off completely, his cock hard and again so hot he felt he had to rub it to relieve some of the need. Her tits, sticky with his cum and saliva, raw-red from his hands and mouth, were hanging above his mouth and he licked them frantically before she moved lower, tit-fucking him for a short while before pulling her dress off and mounting him quickly and smoothly. His cock glided into her cunt.

She was incredibly wet and hot, and yet also very tight, tighter than many women his age or younger he fucked before. He felt her cunt muscles working, tightening and relaxing, pumping his turgid cock, her hips rocking back and fro, up and down, in little circles and then bigger circles. She was riding him mercilessly, passionately, furiously, with a complete abandon. He saw her huge melon-shaped breasts above him, magnificent, glorious, the most beautiful and the most sexually satisfying pair he ever had a privilege to worship. He kneaded them and rubbed the nipples as she fucked him, and as he did that, she rocked faster, moaning and panting.

Dylan could feel his cock and balls filling with hot spunk again, and she must have felt this too, and responded to the thickening of his prick, the increase in his size filling her up as she threw her head back and screamed loudly, clenching her tight, hot cunt muscles on his fat cock. She was climaxing now, her breasts coming up in a deep blush, her cunt contracting, her juices flowing even more copiously, her hands frantic as she rubbed her nipples and clenched on his cock buried deep in her throbbing cunt.

As her orgasm subsided, she leaned down to give him a quick kiss and he started licking her tits again. She shivered and this shiver and a movement of her hips sent him over the edge, his cock emptying the content of his tight balls into her as he sucked her still engorged nipple.

She collapsed onto him, panting and breathing heavily, as they slowly came to. “Well”, she said eventually, rolling off with a groan onto the dusty, wooden floor. “Well, well, well.”.

He had no energy to say anything.

“My name is Helen, by the way. Why won't you come for dinner? About eight, tomorrow?”

Dylan's Lunch

This is an old story, so old that it goes back to before I started to write almost exclusively fem-dom themed smut. It's interesting to see that although it's not explicitly female-dominance focused, it very easily could be, with merely few tweaks. Do you agree, readers dear?

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"Oh, baby, I need to cum now, ooh, I'm so close," he groaned. Shannon sucked harder, and then took his cock out of her mouth and licked from his balls upwards along the bottom of his shaft. She used her teeth to gently bite the underside, and Dylan leaned forward to rub the swollen, hot glans on her tits. She licked his balls as he pushed his cock, leaking copious pre-cum, onto her nipples and rubbed hard. He felt the tide of orgasm raising and, unable to hold on any longer, shot his full load onto her flushed breasts. His cum splattered the globes of her breasts, dripped over the nipples and she rubbed it in, her tongue frantically flicking from his balls to his shaft and to her own sticky 
fingers. 

Dylan moved sideways and reached down to her hot, dripping pussy. Her clit was hard and engorged and as he stroked it, she started bucking her hips, pressing against his hand. He kept the rhythm of one hand on her pussy and used the other to stroke and squeeze her breast as she worked herself to a shuddering orgasm. 

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Dylan was a boob  man through and through, and he not only loved to caress breasts, but also, of all possible places, preferred to cum on his partners' tits: the bigger, the better; within reason, as he wasn't into freakishly huge or artificially enhanced ones. Shannon had been particularly receptive to his attentions and he missed her a lot after she had gone back to her native Canada having finished her stint at his uni. He enjoyed wanking remembering their fucking sessions and despite a few enjoyable one-night stands he wasn't seeing anybody else on a regular basis. 

That year's summer was hot and sultry and Dylan sometimes regretted taking on the seasonal job at his uncle's decorating company, but he needed the money and the pay was reasonable and hours long. 

That day he was finishing early though, and he was standing in a queue at a popular small sandwich shop on the High Street, enjoying the air blown by the fan standing on the counter, trying to decide on a sandwich he was going to have that day, sweat running down his back under his paint-splattered white overalls which he wore just over his pants that day. 

He noticed the woman standing in front of him, separated by two other people, when she turned round to grab a bottle of water from the fridge. She was much older than him: in her late thirties, perhaps even older. The woman wasn't particular striking, although her well-cut hair was attractively silky, straight , pale blonde. She was quite tall and long legged and the way she was dressed detracted attention  from her broad hips and drew it to what was definitely her best asset.  She was wearing cropped jeans and leather sandals, and a long, loose, short-sleeved white linen shirt, unbuttoned low enough to afford a good glimpse not only of her cleavage but also the lace edge of her bra. A long strand of wooden beads round her neck nestled between her breasts, seeming to suggestively point lower down. Dylan couldn't help but notice: her tits were huge, he couldn't make a precise judgement, what with the clothing and stuff, but he thought they were at least an E cup, maybe even bigger. On a chunky woman like her, this would mean a serious handful. He glanced at the exposed part of her breasts: soft, glowing, pale golden skin, looking supple and unblemished. 

The edge of chocolate-coloured lace of her bra was just visible, and despite the bra and a shirt, Dylan could detect a faint outline of the nipples under the fabric, round and fat, like cherries. Dylan felt a stirring in his pants and  images of licking such nipples and  handling those glorious melons filled his mind with longing, his cock now noticeably harder. He was glad his loose overalls covered any signs of arousal so far. 

He looked away from the enticing cleavage, but not before the woman noticed him glancing and, instead of the expected scorn, gave him a wide smile and what he was sure was a wink. Dylan looked at his feet in blushing embarrassment,  and didn't raise his eyes until the woman made her purchase and left the shop. 

He was served soon after her and quickly walked out of the shop. He turned off the High Street into a narrow side lane between the buildings leading towards the car park and the playing fields by the 
river. He thought about the woman's smile and allowed himself to fantasise about her again, imagining unbuttoning her shirt and rubbing his hard cock along the edge of her bra, her nipples growing bigger and harder under the touch of his hot flesh. 

He almost didn't notice her standing to the side, fumbling in her bag for something. 

"Excuse me," she called and he stopped in his tracks, turning to see her a meter away from him,  a cigarette in her hand. "You don't happen to have a light?" she asked. 

Dylan reached into his pocket and desperately searched for a box of matches that he knew had been there just this morning. He was more nervous than he had been in anybody's presence for a long time, vaguely embarrassed by his fantasies and acutely aware of his cock getting noticeably harder: not yet a semi, but enough to make him conscious of his arousal and the fact that he was just seconds ago imagining himself having sex with this complete stranger, a woman at least fifteen years his senior and clearly completely unaware of what was going through his mind. 

He found the matches, lit one with slightly trembling hands and offer her the light. As she leaned over with her cigarette, sheltering the flame with her hands, he couldn't help having another look at her tits. He could smell her perfume, spicy and sultry, and he thought her nipples had more definition now, clearly visible through the fabric, as if begging to be touched. 

Dylan stepped back and turned to walk away, when she said, "Thanks. By the way.... do you like what you see?" 

He stopped in his tracks, unsure what to say, blushing again, his heartbeat getting faster, and despite the embarrassment, his cock starting to strain at his pants. The woman shot  a quick glance at his crotch and smiled again. "Well, you seem to, " she said and moved closer to him, almost touching him now. "Do you fancy seeing some more?" she asked, a whisper but clear and definite. 

Dylan wasn't sure whether to believe what he was hearing. She could be taking the piss, or she could be trying to provoke him into doing something that could be interpreted as harassment. There were all kinds of nutters about. But her smile seemed genuine and he decided to risk it. "I would love to," he said and looked at her tits again. Her breathing seemed faster now, he could see her breasts raising with each breath and he was sure the nipples were now bigger, harder and more upright. 

"C'mon then. I am parked just round the corner," she beckoned and he followed her without a word. "Are you a painter then?" she asked. 

"Well, not really. I am at the uni in Edinburgh, this is just a summer job. But I am free for the rest of the day, really," Dylan assured her as she clicked her keys and opened the doors to a black Audi estate with dimmed windows. 

"Jump in. Don't worry, I won't kidnap you," she laughed, as if sensing his hesitation. She drove confidently and clearly knew where she was going in more ways than one as they left the town and were soon driving on one of the roads leading towards the hills in the south of the town. Dylan didn't really know what to say, so he said nothing apart from complimenting her on the car. 

"Are you into big boobs in a big way?" she asked eventually. 

"Umm...yes. I love big boobs. Yours are great! All that a guy could dream of!" Dylan blurted out enthusiastically She laughed a low, husky laugh. 

"They are my favourite body part too. I can sometimes come just from breast play alone," she said matter of factly. 

Dylan responded with non-committal "mmm"but his imagination was filled again with fantasies of her bare tits, his rock hard cock exploding in his hand, his cum dripping off her thick nipples. He was now really aroused, his cock semi-erect, his balls tight and hot, and he was dying to touch himself. He looked at the woman, and she responded to his look by licking her top lip with a long, slow stroke of her tongue, over a skew-whiff smile. She took the left hand off the wheel and rubbed her left breast, then proceeded to undo two more buttons of her shirt and pull the left side of it off. 

Dylan could now see her left breast in its full, albeit still wrapped glory. Her bra was sheer lace and he could clearly see her areola, now raised, and the distinctive, round, large, cherry shaped nipple. She rubbed her tit again and then rolled her nipple in her fingers for a few seconds. "Mmmm. Mmmm...I think I need to stop doing that before I cause an accident... but I am dying to have them sucked. I love cum on my tits. Do you think you could...?" 

Dylan's swelling cock was still painfully constrained in his pants but making a visible bulge in his overalls. He still couldn't quite believe the reality of what was happening, but he was now too horny to think too much about it. The woman turned into a wooded dirt track and parked several hundred yards into it, in a wider part of the road near a clearing. She switched the engine off and turned towards Dylan. 

"Oh, get this thing off, would you?" she said impatiently, pointing to his overalls and Dylan unzipped it quickly, exposing his tanned upper body and black boxers containing now a truly raging hard-on. "I'll show you mine if you show me yours!" she said and Dylan pulled the elastic of his boxers down, allowing his cock to spring up. It was hot, red and dying to be touched, a swollen head glistening with drips of pre-cum. 

"Lovely!" the woman exclaimed. She slid her shirt of her shoulders and without further teasing pulled her bra down to let her tits hang out in their full, glorious, bare magnificence. Dylan gasped. They were truly awesome, heavy as expected of breasts that size, but not particularly saggy, with a soft, full roundness that he so loved in large natural tits. The nipples were now looking like fairly large pebbles, and as she rolled them, pulled and rubbed, they seemed to grow even more engorged. A faint flush covered the inner sides of her boobs and she was breathing hard and moaning softly as she played with them. 

Dylan was stroking his cock, trying to limit the speed and force to avoid orgasming too fast. She licked her lips and leaned towards him over the gear stick, holding her tits up with both her hands. 

"Taste?" she enquired. Dylan groaned in response and complied immediately. He licked her nipple with a slow, upwards stroke of the flat of his tongue, then run his tongue in circles round the erect bud, trying to keep it soft but firm. The nipple itself was now in his mouth and he could feel its gorgeous texture, so tempting that he closed his lips and sucked gently. She was now panting and moaning almost continuously as Dylan ate her breasts, his lips caressing the areola, his tongue dancing on the hardness of her fat nipples, his hand supporting, stroking and squeezing the pale golden flesh of the whole breast; his other hand rubbed her other nipple, first with the flat of his palm, then fingers, rolling, tweaking, pulling gently, the harder, almost crushing it in between his fingers; his mouth dripping saliva all over her other tit; then he swapped and rubbed the slippery one while licking the other. 

His hands were both full and his mouth was busy, his eyes closed as he concentrated on pleasuring those wonderful breasts. His cock was close to bursting despite lack of any direct stimulation, and when she reached down between his legs he couldn't help but let out an almost pain-filled moan. 

"I want it on my tits. Rub your hot, hard young cock on my tits. Look how fucking wet you are, dripping without even being touched. Fucking little breast slut, aren't you?" she panted. Her taunts felt playful and hot more than anything else. Dylan felt dizzy, overwhelmed by a tide of lust. Following her command wasn't easy or straightforward as they were separated by the gear stick but when she moved her seat back as far as it would go and Dylan did the same, she could lean further down and let her hanging, flushed, slippery breasts brush his cock. 

He shivered and kept his throbbing dick steady as she held her tits together and rubbed them hard across his glans. She was moaning every time the purple-red head of his cock rubbed against her now rock-hard, erect nipples and as he helped to direct his cock, she started to run her nipple along the bottom side of his shaft, then going back to rubbing his cock head across both of her tits. 

By now Dylan had one of his feet on the steering column, the other on the drive shaft, his back painfully wedged in the door, his hands caressing his balls and base of his cock as she attended to the head with her hand and tits. 

Dylan used all his resources to stop himself from coming just yet. He was incredibly turned on, more than he has ever been, with each stroke and twist exquisitely pleasurable and yet almost painfully heightening his desire to orgasm. 

She seemed to be now overtaken by her own arousal, eyes half closed, panting and moaning, hair dampened with sweat running down her face and smearing her makeup. 

"Come on my tits! Spill your fucking cream on my tits for me! Oooh, yes, yes, oooh," she moaned and he responded by stroking his cock shaft faster and pressing towards her as she frantically rubbed her nipples on his cockhead. 

It didn't take much for Dylan to feel the hot cum rising in his balls; he cried out, a deep growl emerging just as long, thick streams of spunk shot out of his cock onto her breasts. She was holding them tight, squeezed forwards, exposed, engorged and swollen; she moaned even louder when she felt his cum splatter, and started to immediately rub it into the skin of her tits. 

"Oh, oooh, I love it, mmm, this is so fucking good, so much cum, mmmm, fuck, I am so horny, I am so fucking horny, I want to come now, oooh, oooh," she moaned, spreading the thick, sticky spunk all over her chest. Dylan felt as he would never stop ejaculating, the cum was copious beyond anything normal for him, and seeing her rub it in with such a desire seemed to make him squeeze every last drop out. 

Her eyes were closed and her head thrown back, she was working her nipples furiously with both hands, licking her lips at the same time. Dylan, still in the semi aroused early afterglow of his orgasm, couldn't decide whether he should reach between her legs or just let her get on with it as she made no indication that she wished him to do anything. 

Then, led by a sudden impulse of a new desire, he leaned down towards her exposed breasts and started to lick his own cum from them, first around her hand, the from between her fingers. She moaned louder and removed her hand to let him suck the nipple while she concentrated all her attention on her other breast. Dylan licked and sucked with renewed passion, and the bitter-sweet-salty taste of his own jizz had a curiously arousing effect on him: it was less than ten minutes after he shot his load, but he could feel something stirring in his cock again. 

He used his mouth in a slightly rougher way than he had before, and she seemed to respond to this, pushing her tits into his mouth and pulling the skin to make the nipples even larger and tauter. He stopped licking altogether and was now sucking, with his tongue adding additional  pressure around the tip. Her breathing even faster and heavier now, her body went tense and hotter than before. Dylan sucked harder, while squeezing the other one hard between his fingers. She went rigid, then started to shake and screamed "Ohhh, now, now, now, now, fucking hell, oooh, fuck, fuck, yes, yes...yeeessss!" 

It took her a few good minutes to come round and when she did she was smiling widely from under her sweat-dampened hair, relaxed in her seat, slowly stroking her beautiful breasts, now less swollen, but heavily flushed with the post-orgasmic glow. 

Dylan also adjusted his position, his overalls long off and his boxers too, stretched out naked along the passenger seat, his cock semi-erect, his left hand squeezing his balls lightly, his right one massaging the shaft. He could still feel the taste of her sweat and his own cum in his mouth, he could feel her hard nipples and hear her scream as she came. 

He glanced at her again, and although neither he nor herself had ever touched her pussy throughout the whole episode and her left hand was still on her breasts, the right one was sliding into her unzipped jeans. 

"Mmm...so wet....I do like to fuck, too, " she said, smiling at him again. 

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