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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