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Boob by Pami (pami1968@aol.com) [F/m femdom
(sorta), (definitely)]
She walked into the room. His tongue suddenly went
dry, as it always did when he saw her. Kind of like
the first time, EVERY time. His mind quickly flashed
back....
She was an attractive woman. Long golden brown hair,
fair skin, pouty lips, tall, voluptuous (heavy, but
she carried it well), with magnetic brown eyes and an
incredibly sensual voice. He focused in on his
obsession, though. The one thing she had that he
wanted more than anything else. It was her tits.
They were glorious. Measuring 56 inches around, all
natural, bouncing, despite the bra she wore, and
just...magnificent.
For as long as he could remember, he had been
attracted to women with large breasts. No, not just
large, he corrected himself, enormous. They were an
aphrodisiac to him. Just the sight of them was enough
to make his mind spin. And hers were spectacular. He
had thought so when he first met her, but by the time
he saw them naked, in all their glory, he was
enthralled. All he wanted to do was bury his face in
them. Massage them. Knead them. Suckle at her large
pink nipples. Worship them. THAT was the word.
Worship them.
She had been slightly uncomfortable with his obvious
fixation. It wasn't the first time a had been
obsessed with her tits, and it surely wouldn't be the
last, but he was, perhaps, the MOST fixated on them
that she had come across to date. Their first
meeting, she had to reach out and pull his chin up,
since he showed the disconcerting habit of addressing
all comments to them, rather than to her face. She
was kind of turned on by his obvious adoration of
them, but she couldn't help but feel self-conscious
when he was so...single-minded. Still, she
considered, she did enjoy having her played
with, so she thought she might give him the chance he
wanted, and see exactly what he could offer.
After the first time, she was sold. He was different
from every other she had known. But she, and her
tits, loved the attention. She had never seen her
nipples get so large. She remembered glancing down as
he one and as he let it out of his mouth to
switch to the other she noticed that the nipple was
about the size of a grape. The entire areola was
raised, and THAT was about the size of the palm of her
hand. And she realized that she could enjoy this even
more than she had originally thought.
He had been mesmerized by her bounty that night.
Well, EVERY night, he guessed, but that first time was
something special. They had escaped to privacy and
she had slowly, very slowly, began to tease him. She
would cross her arms under her tits, and show them off
to his admiring eyes. Even fully clothed, his mind
boggled at the sight of them. She had worn a sweater.
One that clung to the curves of her chest. It
buttoned down the front, and had a scoop neck,
exposing the creamy upper quarter of her breasts. He
could just see the dark valley between them, and had
flashed on a vision of his face buried in there,
titflesh on either side of his face, and the unique
scent of a woman there. Hers would be overpowering,
he knew. Just that quick thought made his cock rise
to half-mast.
She had slowly, VERY slowly, unbuttoned the sweater,
one by one. Smiling at his face as he watched, eager
to see all that she was revealing. When she had
unbuttoned the one just below her bra, she pulled the
sides back and stopped, framing her tits...her
magnificent tits...with the sweater. Her bra was
lace, and she knew, without even looking down, that he
could see her nipples through the lace.
He was entranced. She was a witch. She had ALL of
the power at the moment. Looking at those breasts, he
could see the darker color at the tips. The nipples.
That was where he wanted to be. But he stared at the
entire expanse of lace-covered flesh. It seemed like
there were acres of titmeat for him to look at.
Presented to him from a few feet away, while he sat in
his chair, unmoving. She began to taunt him.
"Is this what you want, dear?" she reached down and
pulled at the nipples. "Do you see these nice juicy
nipples waiting for your touch? Do want to lick them?
Kiss them? Suck them? Would you like to be my boob
boy? My tit slave? Do you know how to take care of
tits this big? They are soft and warm....Mmmmm..."
she cooed as she cupped them in her hands, thrusting
them out to him.
Her bra was one of those demi-bras...the cup only
large enough to cover to just above the nipples. The
upper curves were exposed to his eyes in all of their
abundance. She plucked at her rosy teats. She could
feel herself getting moist between her legs. This WAS
a turn-on, she thought to herself. "My own little
slave-boy. Ready to take care of me in any way I
want. I could really enjoy this."
His mouth was open now, and his hands flexed
convulsively. He wanted nothing more than to grab on
to those tits. He had fairly large hands, but he
would bet that it would take both hands to completely
hold one of her while he nursed on the end. He
swallowed as she approached him.
She stood directly in front of him now. His face was
even with her tits. She could tell he wanted to touch
them. He wasn't even looking at her face or the rest
of her body now, he was completely fixated on the
bounty before him.
"Through the bra, suck them NOW. Through my bra," she
hissed at him. "No hands. Just your mouth. Make
those nipples hard. DO IT, boy, NOW."
And he did. His mouth immediately found a dark peak
through the lace and his teeth firmed it up so he
could pull it into his mouth. The feel of that
warmth...that hard point of flesh that was still so
pliable and soft. Even through the lace, it was
enough to pull his prick into complete hardness. He
shifted in his chair. After all, he was still
completely clothed and his cock was confined.
"OOOoooooohhhhh," she moaned softly. It had been a
while since someone had paid attention to her nipples,
and even though it was through the fabric of her bra,
it felt wonderful. She looked down, and she could see
that his eyes were closed. He was concentrating on
the task at hand. Her eyes closed and her head fell
back against her neck as she wallowed in the
sensations. She pulled back and he looked up at her
face with a disconsolate expression on his face.
She smiled, and teased him.
"Oh baby, what is that look for? Are you upset that I
took away your new toys? Did you like having my
in your face? Do you want more? You want THESE?" she
played with him, as she caressed herself before his
eyes. She ran her hands all over her breasts, and
then continued to unbutton her sweater. She shrugged
it off and stood before him clad in her bra, her
miniskirt, and her heels. "Come, help me take off
this nasty bra," she beckoned to him.
He JUMPED to his feet, eager to help his goddess off
with her clothes. He practically leapt the three feet
to her and then he stood there. Dumbfounded.
Wondering if he should wait for her instructions.
"Good boy. I am glad to see that you didn't touch me
without permission," she said approvingly. "Now,
watch me unhook this bra so you know how to do it for
next time. I expect that you will know how to dress
and undress me from now on."
He watched intently as her hands reached down to the
clasp in the front of her tits. She let her hands
rest there for a moment, and then she twisted it and
the cups sprang apart, exposing her creamy flesh for
his adoring eyes.
He was amazed! They sagged a little bit, but they
were huge, he expected them to sag more. They looked
firm, even without the support of the bra. And her
nipples were even larger than he had thought seeing
them through their lacy cover. His mouth watered, and
her hands came up and pulled his chin up so he looked
her in the face.
"Come around and help me slide this off now, boy," she
told him, drinking in the glazed look he had. She was
really impressed. She was wet now, and she realized
that having her very own boob was a definite turn-
on. She turned her back and let him slide it off her
shoulders. When she turned around she saw him looking
with a startled look on his face at the tag.
"Something interesting there?" she asked.
"I. I... I never saw that were 42 triple D
before," he stuttered, blushing a little bit as he
realized that he probably sounded stupid. " I mean,
in real life. I... I.... PLEASE....PLEASE.... let me
take care of them," he finished fervently.
She smiled. She climbed onto the large bed and
propped herself up against three of four pillows in a
sitting position against the head board. She still
wore her skirt and stockings, but had kicked off her
heels.
"Come here," she nodded and patted the area next to
her body.
He JUMPED onto the bed and she frowned. "No. Take
off your clothes first. I want you nude. I want to
see your MAN'S body while you are my BOY."
He scrambled off the bed, eager to please her, and
stripped. He wasn't ashamed of what he had to offer,
and he posed for a moment so she could look at him.
His hand automatically stroked his erect cock as if to
soothe its rampant hardness. She smiled again, and
patted the bed. "Now. I want you here now. Lay your
head on my tits."
He hurried to crawl across the bed and did as she
asked. His head was pillowed on those magnificent
breasts. He inhaled, smelling her. She smelled
faintly of vanilla, and of her unique scent. Her
nipples were still hard, and he looked at them up
close. He could see the bluish veins running under
her milky skin to the tips, pumping the blood through,
making them alive and warm and exciting.
"Now, my sweet. Now....they are yours to do with as
you like. Make me feel good. Lick them. Suck them.
Milk them. I want you to worship them like a good
boob boy. Can you do that?"
"Oh YES," he breathed, never taking his eyes off of
the bounty before him. He was so turned on. He
wanted to devour them, make her nipples as hard as she
had ever felt them. He wanted to pull on them, and
imagine that he could feel milk coming out of them.
He wanted to stay here forever, the creaminess of her
tits before him, and the contrasting scratchiness of
her skirt against his bare flesh. He wanted to adore
her as the goddess that she was. He wanted to be her
breast for as long as she could stand it.
He took his hands and began to knead the one white
globe closest to him. He was fascinated by the
softness and yet the firmness beneath it. He kissed
every inch of that breast. He licked up and down it.
He took his tongue and encircled it from the farthest
point, where it attached to her chest and slowly drew
a spiral until his mouth was on the point. And that
he took into his mouth and suckled at. Much like a
baby, trying to draw nourishment from its mother's
breast. He massaged that breast, pulling on it, while
he took as much into his mouth as he could. He
flicked it with his tongue, batting it back and forth
while his teeth held it steady. His senses were
completely fixated on the tit before him. He moaned
around it and realized that this is where he wanted to
be forever. At her breast, burying himself in it.
Completely losing himself in the role of boob boy.
As she pulled away from him, he whimpered. She pushed
his head toward her other breast. "You wouldn't want
to neglect this one, would you?" she murmured.
He immediately began at the already engorged
nipple. Her hands ran through his hair and pulled him
even more firmly against her titflesh, pressing his
nose deep into the softness. He could feel her
breasts all over his face...they were THAT large.
Against his cheeks, his chin, his eyes. Nothing
existed for him but this.
She was beside herself with arousal. She couldn't
believe this. He had spent at least forty minutes on
one breast, until she couldn't take it anymore, and
she switched him to the other. She wondered idly if
that was what it was like when you were nursing a
child. Then he pulled on her tit with his hand, and
her mind snapped back to the here and now. It felt
like he was milking her. Like he was really trying to
pull the sweetness out of her tits. And she loved the
sensation. She could feel the puddle of wetness
beneath her and she knew she was going to come without
anyone even touching her pussy. He was going to do
it. Her boob was going to make her orgasm just
from pulling on her breasts.
Her mind started rambling as he switched back and
forth, his hands caressing and massaging and milking
each tit while his mouth pulled and licked and sucked.
"That's right, make feel good. Suck mommy's big
tits. Worship my 42 triple D tits. You are such a
good boob boy. Mmmmm... Would you like to stay here
and do this all the time for me? You suck so well.
Milk me, boob boy. Do you like mommy's big tits? You
are such a good boy..." Later, she might be horrified
by these statements, but he had worked her into a
frenzy and she didn't realize what she was saying.
He heard her words, and they were music to his ears.
She touched on his underlying fetish. He wanted to be
a who suckled and drank mothers' milk. And he
sucked and milked even more intensely. As her litany
continued, his mind whirled and his excitement
increased and his body twitched as he came, all over
the bed, without even touching himself.
She glanced down as she felt his body convulsively
jerk and saw the spurts of semen jet out of his cock.
That was all it took. She felt herself tumble over
the edge finally and her whole body spasmed as she
came, convulsing over and over, her tightening
on itself.
She finally pulled him off of her, by his hair and
looked down at her ravaged tits. They were and
angry looking. Splotchy against the usual whiteness
of them, and her nipples were huge. But she felt
GOOD.
He looked sheepishly down at his cock, which was still
half-hard, and the puddle underneath it. Then he
looked at her. Well, her tits, anyway. Until she
pulled his chin so he was looking at her face. And
she pulled him in for a long, wet kiss.
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