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The Bra Salesman

By: bobrobertson



Goddamn, I hate this. Another ridiculous argument with my girlfriend last night, and here I am in the lingerie section of a department store trying to find some cutesy undergarment to make amends. Don't even ask me what the argument was about, because it's been one long continuous problem about the same crap for the past two months. I keep telling myself that this phase will pass, but it doesn't seem to be getting any better. But I do really like her, so I'll go ahead and stand here in an aisle of frilly bras and see if I can find something that will turn our relationship around.

"Excuse me, do you work here?" I hear the squeaky voice behind me ask. I roll my eyes and take a deep breath. I mean, Jesus Christ, just because I'm wearing a button-up shirt doesn't make me some fucking sales clerk. 

I sigh in exasperation and start turning around, "Lady, do I LOOK like a..." but I can't think of anything else to say once I catch sight of the most gorgeous woman I have ever seen in my life. She has blonde hair wrapped up in a short pony tail, deep green eyes peering out from behind a pair of thick glasses, thick lips, long legs, and dressed in jeans shorts and a blouse. 

But honestly, I didn't notice any of this at first because my attention immediately gravitated to her enormous chest. I have never seen a pair of humongous tits shaped so perfectly. They weren't perfectly round like some overly-perky boob job jutting straight out of her torso. No, these were young, natural breasts with a slight sag in them that let you know they were completely real.

The woman looked at me expectantly and with some nervousness, "You are a bra salesman, right?" and she bit her bottom lip. She had some strands of hair that hung over one of her eyes, and I was mesmerized by... wait, she just asked me a question.

"I... uh... I..." I stammered, "Of course I am. A bra salesman. That's me, what I do. That's what I do, yes." Ugh, I was caught flatfooted and now I'm yammering like a six year old caught with his hand in the cookie jar. Get your head together.

"Good," and she gave a smile that could make a Nazi melt. Ok, I don't even know what that means, get a grip, dude. Focus. She seemed oblivious to my blunders and kept talking, "I wasn't sure if anyone worked here who specialized in bras." 

Well, of course not. Obviously there's no such thing as a bra salesman. But I wasn't about to correct her. "Well, you've found the right person. How can I help you, ma'am?" I said with a smile that I hoped didn't look like a creepy leer since I was in fact leering at her amazing figure.

"I need some new bras and I was hoping you could help me. I'm not sure if these are the right size." She held up various bras and panties towards me. I had never seen so many garments that consisted of so little cloth, and most of what was there was lace that could easily be seen through. God, I would love to see her wearing one of those.

I saw an actual employee of the store walk behind her with a short-sleeved color shirt emblazoned with the store logo and a name tag on his shirt. I immediately saw two other employees dressed exactly the same way. The fact that she somehow believed I worked there made me think she was not all that bright. I figured who knows, maybe I could actually get her to model something for me.

"Well," I stammered, "why don't you put them on and then I will give you my professional opinion." The idea of seeing this busty goddess in nothing but sexy lingerie made my mouth salivate a little. I knew as soon as she saw some other employees, the jig would be up, but I figured it was worth a shot.

She beamed excitedly, "That would be great!" I had to hold my mouth closed so that I wouldn't look so shocked. I can't believe someone this gorgeous could be this dim.

I looked around and found the dressing rooms. "Absolutely, ma'am. Glad to be of service. If you step into the dressing room area, we can get started." I followed her to the dressing room, mesmerized by her perfect ass swaying in front of me. Watching her full, round hips shake as she walked was an amazing sight to see, let me tell you. Another woman carrying some dresses was just leaving the dressing area, and there were no other customers back here. 

I held the door to one of the rooms open for this beauty, which she seemed to appreciate. "I'll be right back!" She seemed so giddy as she closed the door behind her. I sat on a bench in the dressing room lobby waiting. As I heard her rustling and taking off her clothes, I ignored the feelings of guilt stirring inside me. Look, I'm not forcing her to do anything, and can you blame me? I'm getting the chance to see an unbelievably hot woman in lingerie, what's the harm, right? I'm going to get a nice, long look and that will be that. I know I have a girlfriend, but it's not like I'm married or anything.

After a minute or two, I heard her say, "Ok, I'm ready."

"Perfect, come on out and let's see how it looks." I rubbed my hands together in anticipation.

But there was an awkward silence. I don't know how many seconds passed, but it sure seemed like a lot, before she finally said, "Out there? In public?"

"It's just a dressing room, ma'am. And there's nobody here anyway."

More awkward silence and then she said, "Could... could you come in here?"

Hey, if she wants to give me a peep show in the room instead of the dressing room lobby, that's fine with me, I don't care where it happens. I just wanted to see her. "Of course, ma'am." I opened the door and walked in.

The room was kind of small, but big enough for the two of us to fit comfortably without being directly on top of each other. Not that I would have minded being on top of her, you understand, I'm just saying it was roomy enough, that's all. Point is, I walk and see her standing there. And holy shit, was she standing there.

She still had her glasses on and was staring at me, I guess trying to read the expressions on my face. Which I hope she was really bad at, because every thought racing through my brain at that moment was about performing nasty and unnatural sexual acts on that tremendous body of hers, which I could now see included a nice, flat stomach and slim figure with wide hips. The red bra she was wearing was very low cut, composed mostly of see- through netting with a paisley swirl pattern sewn in and white-lace trim. "So what do you think?" she asked.

What she was wearing reminded me of a bra I had seen on my girlfriend, and I suddenly felt horrible about what I was doing. I would like to say I thought about leaving the room before anything happened, but truth be told, I couldn't stop staring at her chest. Her tight bra was pushing the top of her immense breasts out over her bra, and the aureoles of her stunning nipples were peeking out from behind her bra. Wait, she asked me another question. Got to stay focused.

"Hrmm, I'm not sure" Ok, so far she had no clue I didn't work there and that she was letting some random stranger ogle her nearly naked body. If she's still not on to me, then I thought I'd take a chance. "Do you mind if I... feel the fabric?" I threw out the suggestion, knowing that she would never agree to it. I mean, it would be fantastic if she would let me anywhere near those amazing breasts of hers, but come on, that wasn't going to happen.

"Well, of course you can! That's why I'm here! I need your professional help!" She was so earnest in her gratitude that I almost felt awful about what I was doing. But that went away as soon as I reached out and put my hands on her chest. I acted like I was feeling the fabric of the bra, but I was squeezing those incredible tits of hers.

I rubbed my fingers over every inch of those huge breasts of hers and pretended to examine the fit of the bra. I even put some fingers inside her bra as though I was testing how tight the fit was against her amazing chest. And she stood there the entire time with this appreciative smile on her face, grateful that I was being so meticulous in my examination. I would have pinched myself to make sure I wasn't dreaming, but my hands were already filled with huge mounds of flesh.

After a few minutes, I finally told her, "I'm not sure this is the right size for you. What size bra do you normally wear?"

"I think I wear an F, but it's been years since I was measured so I don't really know." She half-grinned as though she were self-conscious about not knowing her size. 

"Uh...," I stammered, sensing an opportunity, "Would it help if I..., er... measured you?" 

She said, "That would be SO great, thank you!" I think she was about to say something else, but I was too busy grabbing the door knob and hustling out of the room.

I walked out dumbfounded and found the nearest empty counter. I frantically looked around for a measuring tape, ducking behind the cash register so no actual employee would see me rummaging through their stuff. Luckily, I immediately found exactly what I needed, so I grabbed the measuring tape and trotted back over to the dressing room area. 

As I closed the dressing room door behind me, I took a deep breath and said, "Please put your hands over your head and let's get a measurement." She took her glasses off and smiled but didn't comply immediately, so I jumped in, "It's ok, ma'am. Remember, I'm a professional. I have years of experience as a bra salesman, so there's not much that can surprise me." 

She seemed relieved to hear that, so she put her hands over her head as I asked. I pulled the measuring tape around her and put my hands together in front of her impressive cleavage in order to get a reading, but of course I pressed my hands into her breasts as I did so. 

Holy shit, those titanic boobs of hers measure 48 inches. I imagined what it would be like to press my entire face into those gigantic jugs of hers and slide my tongue over every inch of her massive mammaries. Just the thought of squeezing and touching... Crap, my cock is getting stiff. Ok, don't get lost in thought. Stay in the moment. I tried to keep my best poker face on and act completely unsurprised. I think I even murmured in agreement as though I had somehow confirmed what I had already suspected as an experienced bra salesman.

"Are you able to get a good measurement?" she said with a concerned look on her face, "Or do you need me to take my bra off?"

Are you fucking kidding me? I can't believe she is actually volunteering to strip in front of me. But hey, who am I to stand in her way, right? "Y'know, I think it would be helpful for you to take off your brassiere. Just to make sure our reading is accurate." 

It was a struggle to keep my jaw from dropping off of my face and down to the floor as I watched her slowly reach around to her back and unclasp her bra. I thought about volunteering to help her, but I was too busy staring at her chest that was jiggling as she struggled with the clasps.

And then time seemed to slow down. I marveled as I watched the most amazing breasts being released from their lacy bondage. I even think I heard music playing in the distance, like a choir of angels singing from the heavens. Ok, it was probably some muzak coming in through the speakers. What I'm saying is those huge bosoms were now naked and free, and I stared at her erect nipples as I watched those colossal tits bounce in appreciation for their liberation. I think I hear more music. 

"Ok, ready when you are." She said appreciatively. Right, I still have a measurement to do. I tried to adjust my pants nonchalantly, so that my rock hard cock would have some place to go. I reached around her and pulled the measuring tape around her chest and over her hardened nipples. Of course, the reading was exactly the same, but I nodded as though this measurement seemed much more precise than previously.

I could hear the hope in her voice as she said, "So what cup size do you think I need?"

"Hrmm," I said. "I'm not really sure." Clearly she had no problem with me putting my hands on her chest, so I figured I'd keep going. "I need to feel the shape of your breasts in order to determine the proper cup size." Oh god, that had to be one of the stupidest things I have ever said. And for me, that's saying something. 

She nodded her approval, "Do whatever you have to do!" Shit, what I have to do is fuck your big-breasted brains out. But of course I didn't say that. I cannot believe she thought that any of this sounded like a good idea, but there was no way I wasn't going to grab those tender tits. So I cupped her breasts in my hands. 

Let me tell you, there are no words to describe the joy that was in my heart at that moment. Oh fuck my heart, my hands were what was full of bliss. The skin on the underside of her breasts was so velvety soft and so unbe-fucking-lievably smooth. 

She didn't seem fazed at all, as though this was obviously how someone would measure a cup size. "What do you think?" She was so happy to let me fondle her chest. How could someone with such huge tits be so naïve about letting strangers grab them? Hey, don't get me wrong, I'm not complaining.

I gently squeezed her tits and bobbed my hands around so that her breasts would jiggle right in front of me. "It's hard to say, can you turn around and put your arms over your head?"

"Anything you need, I really appreciate your doing this!" she said thankfully as she kept her arms over her head. With her back to me now, I reached around and began fondling her breasts. I couldn't believe she was letting me bury my fingers deep in those gigantic mounds of flesh, but she seemed perfectly at ease as I kneaded those wonderful boobs of hers. God, I am such an asshole. 

"You say you're wearing an F now?" I figured as long as I sounded inquisitive enogh, I could extend the conversation and she'd allow me to keep squeezing her tits. Shit, I hope she can't feel the huge boner I have less than an inch from her dazzling ass.

"That's right." I could see our reflection in the mirror on the wall with my hands covering her enormous boobs. She had this sweet, simpleton smile that was getting in the way of my enjoying taking advantage of her. 

"How long have you been wearing an F?" I am a horrible, horrible person.

"Well, in high school, I was wearing a DD. But my boobs kept growing, and a few years later is when I started wearing an F," she said proudly. Would you please stop smiling at me? I am not a nice person. I am squeezing your innocent, naïve body for my own sick pleasure. My cock is throbbing in my pants from the desire to fuck your naked body. So please stop smiling, ok?

"Hrmm, that's interesting," I said thoughtfully. God, what is wrong with me? I need to go home to my girlfriend. But then I start rationalizing to myself about how this is not something that happens every day and one shouldn't live life with regrets. Like I'm some fucking Zen master. "Can you turn around again, but this time put your hands behind you as far back as you can?" I really, truly am an asshole. 

"Sure!" She did so, and now those luscious tits of hers were sticking out. I moved my hands all over those incredible boobs of hers. I tried to look professional as I stared at those luscious breasts and continued to squeeze them.

"Hrmm," I pondered. "I think you actually need an FF." Does she really need an FF? How the fuck would I know? Of course I had no idea, but I had to make all this time seem worthwhile as though I discovered something important.

"Well that's good to know! Thank you so much!" She was so excited that she bounced a little, just enough to make those enormous breasts of hers sway and shake.

"Glad to be of help." Then a thought occurred to me that was monumentally ridiculous. But clearly I was not dealing with a very bright person here, so I decided to see if she would take the bait. "Now let's talk about your panties."

"My panties? What about them?" She said with hesitation.

"Well, what do you normally buy? How do these feel?" I was looking down at the red lace thong she was currently wearing. The netting allowed her pubic hairs to be somewhat visible, and I felt my cock straining against my pants. There is no way this is going to work.

"I usually buy mediums," she said with some confidence, "which are a little tight, now that you mention it. But that's how they're supposed to be, right?"

"Sometimes. But not always. Sometimes not. It depends." Oh fuck, what is wrong with me? Right, I'm awestruck by thought of measuring the pussy of a woman with enormous tits, that's what's wrong with me. Look her in the eye and sound like you know what the fuck you're talking about. "It's important for them to be sized properly as well. How long has it been since you had your pussy sized?"

Her eyes grew wide with alarm. "My pussy? I've NEVER had my pussy sized!" Really? No shit?

I made a look of surprise. "You've NEVER been sized? Wow!" I am an awful human being. I hate myself, or at least I should. It's hard to hate anyone when you're staring at a topless woman with huge knockers.

"No!" she said shocked, "I never knew I needed to have it sized. Can you do that too?" Can I do that? Lady, are you out of your mind? I cannot believe she is going along with this.

"Of course, ma'am. I am happy to be of service." And I swear to God, I reached down and pressed my hand into her crotch and began feeling her pussy. It was heavenly soft, and if I'm not mistaken, a little damp. As I rubbed my hand back and forth over her thong, I kept my face frozen with the look of an expert or at least what I imagined an expert in bras and panties would look like, whatever that meant. As if I would know.

"So what do you think?" she asks me. I think I'm in fucking heaven, that's what I think. But that's not what she meant, I know, I know. This was going to end horribly, she's going to realize what was going on and I was going to end up in prison. For a long, long time. 

"I think," Jesus I can't believe I'm about to say this. How stupid am I? No one, but no one is this dimwitted, "I think I need you to remove your underwear." This is it, surely she's not going to fall for this. You might as well add twenty years to my prison time. And that will be after she slaps unconscious and beats the living shit out of me.

She immediately pulled down her thong and let them fall to the floor. Now she was standing in front of me completely naked. "What do you want me to do now?"

"Just hold still," I said calmly. Holy crap, I am going to hell for this. I am going to spend a long time roasting in the hottest flames of hell for asking some stranger with a nice rack to take off her underwear and let me feel her pussy. 

But as I put my hand into her crotch and began rubbing the outside of her clit, she smiled with the satisfaction that she was finally getting her pussy sized the way she should have done. I rubbed her a few times and then inserted two of my fingers into her twat. 

She was still smiling, but she tensed a little. "Ma'am, could you spread your legs apart? And try to relax." And I gave her the biggest, most reassuring smile I could, and she nodded at me. "Just take a deep breath and remember, I'm a professional." She closed her eyes and breathed deeply, and I stared at her chest as her massive tits lifted and fell.

And just like that, a sense of peace descended upon me, because I know in the pit of my tiny, dark heart that any time spent in prison or hell was now all completely and 100% worth it.

I kept pushing my fingers in and out of her cunt, and I could feel her become wet. Her cheeks became flushed with embarrassment, "I am so sorry," she said as if she were worrying about offending me.

"It's ok, this happens all the time. Just try to be still." I kept thrusting my fingers in and out of her a little more quickly now, and I could feel the inside of her vagina swelling with stimulation. She was starting to breathe faster and her mouth was open and gasping for air, which made her immense tits shudder. 


The Bra Salesman Ch. 02



Part 2: The Importance of Exercise

I cannot tell you how glad I am to get out of work today. I had to sit through two moronically pointless meetings today, and now I'm that much farther behind in what I have to get done even after putting in an extra hour today. All I need at this moment is to find a seat at the bar of my favorite drinking hole and get a scotch before heading home.

I am so drained, and not just from work. I broke up with my girlfriend last week, and I'm starting to reach that point where I'm second-guessing myself, wondering if maybe I'm a fucking idiot for dumping her. She wasn't the problem, it was me. I know people say that even when they think the other person was a total psychopath and it was totally their fault, but that's not what I mean. I was the problem. I mean, sure, we had been fighting some lately, but that's not why I finally ended it. 

No, the problem was this busty goddess. About three weeks ago, I was at a department store and this naïve woman with an enormous rack thought I was a bra salesman and modeled some lingerie for me. So me, being the conniving prick that I am, I convince this innocent, dense woman to take off her clothes and let me measure her chest and fondle her tremendous tits. And then I convinced her to let me measure her pussy by shoving my cock in her repeatedly. This is the part where I'm supposed to say how much I hate myself for what I did, but the truth is it was fucking awesome.

I never told my girlfriend about what I did, but ever since then things just weren't the same between her and me. So I ended it. And by that, I mean I called her a bunch of immature names during our last fight until she punched me in the face and walked out on me. 

Now I'm a lonely, overworked guy on his way to a bar and wondering if I made a mistake with one decent woman while being secretly infatuated with another gorgeous woman whose huge knockers still haunt my dreams. Some shrink would make a million writing a book about what's going on in my head, but that would involve me getting off my ass and doing something, which we all know ain't going to happen.

As I'm scanning the bar for an open stool, I see this woman at the bar with an incredible figure. Her back is facing me, with thick, silky blonde hair dangling halfway down her back. She's wearing a yellow t-shirt and blue-jeans that fit snugly around a fantastic ass. I haven't seen an ass that good since that woman at the department store. At the moment, I wished I could have been that stool and had those beautiful round buttocks on my face.

Then the woman turned to the side and I could see her profile. Holy shit, it IS the woman from the department store! The last time I saw her, she was talking to the department store manager to tell him what a great employee I was. I didn't stick around to see what happened when he informed her that there's no such thing as a bra saleman, that I wasn't a real employee, and that she had just fucked a random stranger in the dressing room. No doubt she reported me to the police and I'm on some FBI top ten list of horrible assholes they'd love to drop in a penitentiary and "accidentally" forget about. 

Fuck! She kept turning and now she sees me. I can tell she recognizes me because I can see her eyes getting bigger. Ok, if I turn around now and sprint, I might be able to barrel my way through the crowd and get to the door. I think a good, stiff elbow to that one lanky dude's face standing by the front and I'll have a clear shot all the way... hold on, is she smiling at me? And she's waving hello? 

I'm definitely not in the mood to get into a fight, much less do any running, so maybe I should just see what's going on here. So plaster that ridiculously stupid grin on your face and walk towards her. And try your best not to do anything that will get you arrested this time.

"Hi there! How are you?" she asks me with an enthusiasm that's obnoxiously perky, like she got hit in the head with too many pom-poms in high school. Ok, that's ridiculous, pom-poms wouldn't even hurt... wait, shut up and focus. Ok, so she seems genuinely glad to see the fake person who fucked her and left. Not sure what's going on here.

"I... I'm good. How are you?" I mean, what else am I going to say? Her t-shirt is cut low in the front and I can see some cleavage peeking out. That is not going to help my conversational ability.

"I'm...I'm good. Did you manager give you your bonus?" Did my what give me my what? I must've had a look of stupefying confusion that even someone as stupefyingly confused as her could figure out. "I talked to your manager at the department store, remember? He said he was going to give you a bonus, did you get it?" 

Unbelievable, I cannot believe my luck. How much do you want to bet that manager was too busy ogling her body and nodding his head to anything she had to say to him. If I didn't know any better, I think she still has no idea that there's no such thing as a bra salesman. I know that I should be grateful I'm not going to jail and that I shouldn't press my luck, but I'm already conjuring up strategies to get her naked again. And by strategies, I just mean I'm imagining her naked again. Except you do need to actually take part in this conversation, jerk.

"Oh yes! Yes! Yes, thank you! He was very appreciative!" She gives me a smile of such warmth that even a complete dickwad like me can vaguely recognize it as a genuine moment of decent humanity. Of course, I'm too busy trying to figure out how to get my tongue onto those wonderful tits of hers. "I never did get your name, miss...?"

"I'm Tasha, but my friends call me Bubbles." Oh dear Lord. I will bet $100 bucks right that she owns at least one item of clothing that has pink rabbits jumping around on it. I'm trying to stare down the top of her shirt again as she asks, "What was your name?" as she wipes something out of her eye.

"I'm..." Shit, I need a name. Not my real name, another name, something I can remember. Something I can respond to, something... oh shit, I'm standing here as if I can't think of my own name. What kind of an imbecile can't remember his own name? Tell your name to the woman with huge tits, so round, I think they're bouncing a little... Jesus, pick a name! I need a goddamn name now! "I'm..." Come on, Einstein! Think of something! Anything!! "...Albert."

"It's nice to see you again, Albert." She smiles again, but her lip is quivering. And her eyes are getting all watery. Is she having some sort of traumatic flashback to my shtooping my cock into her pussy in that dressing room? Yes, sometimes I get flummoxed when I'm lying to a woman with tits bigger than a child's head and I said "shtooping," get over it.

"Tasha? Are you ok?" I put my hand on her shoulder, and it takes me a few seconds to realize that I touched her out of concern and not in some plan to get into her pants. Maybe I'm not as big of an asshole as I thought. She takes a deep breath, and my eyes center on her massive chest rising up and I think I can see her semi-erect nipples barely pushing against her shirt.... Ok, scratch that, I am that big of an asshole.

"Yeah, I'm just... y'know... I need to go home." She hops down off the stool and I find myself admiring her incredible figure again with her wide hips, that slim, flat stomach, and those unbelieveably huge breasts bouncing back and forth. She gives me another smile and puts her hand on my forearm, "It was good seeing you, Albert." 

As I watch her walk away from me, I blurt out without thinking, "Are you ok? Do you want some company?" I don't know why I said it. Ok, that's not true. I would like to be able to say it was because I thought I might be able to help her with whatever was bothering her, but I know that isn't true. The fact is all I've thought about for the last three weeks was how great it was fucking her and I wasn't about to let those gigantic breasts walk away from me yet.

She wiped her eye and said, "Actually that would be really nice." I didn't need any more encouragement than that, so I followed her out the door. "I live a couple of blocks that way," and she pointed down the street. 

"So... what's wrong?" Ugh, real smooth. Way to ease into it, maestro. "I mean, if you feel like talking about it. You just seem upset." Ok, that was better.

"Yeah, I... Jack and I broke up yesterday. He was my boyfriend, and we... well..." and she sniffled again.

I had this sudden urge to kick the living shit out of the stupidest man alive. "Why on Earth would anyone break up with you?" I asked with incredulousness. Seriously, why would any straight, heterosexual guy with a functioning brain want to stop having sex with the most gorgeous woman on the face of the earth? Maybe he was getting carpal tunnel from squeezing her tits too much? Or maybe his dick was getting raw and swollen from masturbating twenty times a day. Perhaps he had an aneurysm that caused his reason and logic to suddenly stop performing at a level above your average cocker spaniel. No that couldn't be true, even a cocker spaniel would be smart enough to not stop humping her. She smiled, so I'm sure she could hear the astonishment in my voice.

"He was a jerk. He said he couldn't trust me because I was too dumb and gullible. Can you believe it?" Uh, yeah, of course I could believe that. I just don't understand what the downside was. "He said I was an idiot and I was having sex with too many other guys." Uh oh, I didn't like where this was headed. 

She wiped her nose with a tissue and kept talking, "Jack called me stupid for believing that auto mechanics require blowjobs before they give estimates, even though that's exactly what the guy at the service station said. And Jack said I was too gullible when the delivery man accidentally spilled water on my blouse and told me to take off all my clothes before they started shrinking." Clearly I am not the only asshole in the world who has concocted malicious plans to get this beautiful woman naked. I thought that would make me feel better, but it actually made me sad that there were so many pricks like me out there. No wonder the human race is so fucked up. Hrmm, requiring blowjobs for estimates, I've got to remember that one.

She kept going, and I knew this was coming, "And you won't believe this! He actually said there's no such thing as a bra salesman and that no one ever gets their pussy measured! I mean, you of all people should know, right?" She looked at me expectantly, waiting for me to respond and defend myself.

This is the moment when any honorable man would admit his mistake and own up to what he did. That's what any good, honest person would do. But I think it's evidently clear by now that however one might choose to describe me, using any of the thousands upon thousands of possible words in the English language, decent and honest aren't at the top of the list. "I can't believe he would say that to you!" I said with fake astonishment. I know my incredulousness wasn't genuine this time, but I hope to hell it sounds authentic..

"So, Jack said he couldn't take it any more, and now..." She was starting to tear up as we went up the stairs to her apartment building. "Oh, listen to me, going on and on about that jerk. I'm sorry."

"No, it's ok, it sucks when a relationship ends." I suppose I should have felt bad for being part of the reason why she is no longer in a potentially healthy and mutually beneficial relationship, but I couldn't stop staring at the tears dripping on to her massive chest that shuddered with each step she took. And then it dawns on me that we are both single, that neither of us would be cheating, that we are both totally 100% unencumbered and can fuck each other as long as we want with no guilt whatsoever. This is fucking fantastic!

"Yeah," she continued, "I'm going to miss having someone to go on dates with, watch movies with, have sex with... Now it'll be at least two months before I have sex with anyone again."

I hear soft crackling somewhere, so that has to be the sparks shooting out of my ears from my brain being shortcircuited. I realized I stopped walking and race ahead a couple of steps to catch up with her. "What do you mean?" Hey Romeo, why don't you try saying that next time but without that crack in your voice like a teenager going through puberty. "I mean, why would you wait so long?"

"It's just something I do, I try to give myself a little time before getting into another relationship. Don't you do anything like that?" Give up sex? Are you kidding? Lord, the most I do is masturbate a few extra times until the weekend when I try to get laid.

"Oh sure," I said solemnly. This is god-fucking-awful. No sex for two months? Are you shitting me? Goddamnit, I can't wait that long to get my hands on those tits of yours.

We walked a little further before stopping in front of an apartment complex, "Thanks for walking me home." She pressed her body against me and gave me a big hug. All I could think about was the number 48. That was the measurement I took when I wrapped that measuring tape around her huge tits. And those were the tits she was pressing against me right now. Goddamnit, I need a reason to stick around. 

I was just mumbling out "It was good seeing you again," when all of a sudden, a horribly devious idea came to me and without thinking I blurted out, "and don't forget to continue your exercises." I don't even have a formalized plan yet, but it seemed like an avenue that I could turn into something.

"Exercises?" she looked at me with alarm, "What exercises?" She turned around with her mouth agape, and standing a few steps in front of me, her incredible chest was right in front of my face. This would really be an inopportune time to lick my lips. But I can see that I am only a couple inches from her erect nipples and I have to gyrate my hips slowly so that I can secretly move my stiffening cock into a more comfortable position. 

Wait, where was I? Oh yeah, exercises, talk about that, "You know, the exercises that will make sure your bras and panties stay comfortable. You know about those, right?" I hope you do, because I sure as hell don't.

"No! There are exercises I need to do?" The bewilderment in her voice was so innocent and pure with goodness, it would have made me rethink what I was doing and made my heart grow three sizes too big if my cock hadn't done it first.

"Oh yes, I can show them to you if you want." My mind was already racing with ideas, but most of them involved handcuffs or whipped cream, which I don't think will mesh well with this plan.

"Yes, thank you!" No, do not give me those puppy dog eyes of adoration, like I'm doing you some fucking favor. Don't you realize that I am desperately trying to get into your pants? Don't you know that all I want to do is squeeze your tits and fuck your brains out? Her thanking me was so pathetically sincere, and I want you to know I thought about leaving right then and there. I mean, I knew I wouldn't, but I forced myself to think about leaving just so I could say I thought about it. There, there I said it.

We walked up a flight of stairs and she unlocked the door to her apartment. It was a modest one-bedroom place with living area and a stand up kitchen in the corner. The place was modestly furnished and there were items scattered on the table and some socks along the wall. "Please excuse the mess," she asked. There is no fucking way I'm ever bringing her to my pigsty of a place. You can barely see my carpet, it's so covered in crap. I haven't cleaned in so long, I don't even remember what color the carpet was originally. And I don't want to think about what new species of grimy organisms are breeding at the bottom of the pile of dishes on my counters. 

She put her keys and purse down on a nearby table and looked at me expectantly. "What do you want me to do?" Oh, if I could only break out those handcuffs and whipping cream, I'd tell you exactly what I want you to do. But I'd better keep this somewhat credible.

"First thing," I said confidently, "is to take off your clothes." She immediately did what I told her to do. If she had a look of concern or embarrassment on her face, I didn't notice because I was too focused on her incredible tits as she took off her t-shirt and bra. Her remarkable breasts jiggled mightily as she worked her shorts and panties off. She let them fall to the carpet and then stepped out, so that she was now completely buck naked in front of me. Buck naked? God, I lose my mind and sound like a geezer whenever I see those breasts of hers.

"This first exercise will help you loosen up your muscles and stretch." I only go to the gym three times a year, but I've been enough times to know about stretching. Or at least the idea of it.

"Now rub your hands over your breasts in an outward motion five times, and then gently pull on your nipples." Did that sound authoritative? Apparently it did because there she goes. Of course I have no idea if this is a good exercise or not, I just wanted to see her rubbing those glorious boobies. Jesus, I either sound like a geezer or a ten-year old. Boobies? What the fuck is wrong with me?

"Slower," I say as though I was the fucking prince of breast massage. Oh man, I could watch her do this all day. Watching her pull on her nipples, stretching her tremendous mounds of mammaries forward, I can't move from being so transfixated. No, so mesmifixed. I can't even think of real words anymore.

"Repeat that, keep going." By the third time she was tugging on her nipples, I had to adjust my pants a little and give more room for my achingly throbbing cock as I watched her play with her beautiful, gorgeous, amazing, wonderful, beautiful tits. Did I say that already? I never can get my brain to think good around her. Think well. Think... shit, I can't even think.

"Like this?" she asks. I try to respond but I think my tongue just stopped working. Take a gulp and relax, dork.

"Not exactly, here let me show you." And she smiled at me as I reached out and began moving my hands over her breasts. She was staring at my hands and studying the intricacies of my movements so that she could see how to properly rub her own tits. As if there were a wrong way. 

I buried my fingers into her soft flesh and slowly worked my hands around her entire chest. This was even better than I remembered. They say heaven is full of clouds and angels and gold, but I now believe that heaven is made up entirely of her breasts and that true eternal joy comes from being able to fondle those tits whenever you want. 

When my hands were at the bottom of her breasts, I moved my fingers inwards so that I got into the underside of her mammoth breasts, and I could feel her skin was even more soft and tender than the rest of her velvety skin. I gave a gentle squeeze and lifted her tits up for a second, and then nodded at her. Her face lit up with a huge smile, so delighted she was that I had shown her some secret move that would undoubtedly make her underwear more comfortable. Of course, showing her this move made my underwear more uncomfortable for my ever-hardening dick.

My fingers then worked their way up to her erect nipples, and I gave them a mild pinch. She gasped and started breathing slowly. When I gently twisted them, however, I think she actually moaned. "Ok, I see what you're doing, that's great. What's this exercise called?"

Hrmm, I need names for these exercises that I can actually remember. If you're going to lie, at least be consistent, right? "Uh, the Rubbiggams Stretch. It was developed by a clinic in California." I don't know why I said that, I guess it sounds more authentic.

"Mmm, Rubbiggams Stretch. I like this exercise. Thank you so much!" That insipid smile of hers was bothering me, making me feel guilty for being such a prick. Not guilty enough to stop, of course, that would be crazy. "That's all I need to do?"




The Bra Salesman Ch. 02



"Oh no, there are lots of exercises that you could do, I'm just showing you one of the basic ones." I am sure the look of knowing contemplation I put on my face let her know that I was thinking of a vast array of helpful exercises, but really I was just imagining sexual positions that are to this day still illegal in several states.

"Can you show me some others?" Yeah, how about the exercise where I shove my cock between your boobs and tittyfuck you? How does that sound? No, I've got a better idea.

"Sure, here's one you should do. It's called the... um, Pumpmaclit Drill. Take two fingers and slide them into your... your..." She seems so innocent, I didn't know if I could just blurt out pussy to her. I didn't know what term would she be comfortable with. Pussy? Cunt? Twat? Dripping Wet Cavern of Pleasure?

"My hoochie?" Suddenly "boobies" sounds so snobbish and elitist. Hoochie? Seriously? Again, I'm having visions of garments with pink bunnies, and it's a buzzkill to my hardening cock. But stare straight ahead. Do not, I repeat, do not roll your eyes. Do not ruin this plan, numbnuts.

"Yes, your... hoochie, just insert your fingers." Her cheeks became flush with embarrassment, but she obediently slid her hand down her body and put two fingers into her hoochie. Her pussy. It's her pussy, you fucking moron, please do not ever think that word again. 

She looked up at me waiting for more instructions, so I told her, "What you need to do is go in and out five times, and when you get moist, spread your fingers apart a little." 

"Ok," and she proceeded to fingerfuck herself in front of me. I saw her fingers were now glistening with her pussy juice, but I observed her like a tutor watches a student. I kept a stern and thoughtful look on my face as I swallowed the extra drool that was building in my salivating mouth. Because slobbering like an idiot is not the image I want to project right now.

She seemed to have trouble spreading her fingers apart, so I asked her, "Would it help if I showed you?" She nodded vigorously, eager to allow someone with my professional experience demonstrate the subtle nuances of shoving fingers into a pussy. 

Nevertheless I graciously and generously put my hand into her crotch and pushed my fingers into her damp cunt. I slowly slid my fingers in and out of her, and I could feel her pushing her pelvis slightly towards me every time I went in. Shit, she is actually loving this, she is grateful to me for fucking her with my fingers. God, I am the luckiest son of a bitch that ever walked the Earth.

This is great, but I can't see what I'm doing down there, and I want to enjoy every second of this. "If you put your hands behind your back and push your shoulders back a little, you will have a much better tilt and I think you'll really feel an improvement." I don't know where this bullshit is coming from, but I am so thankful I can shovel this crap so easily. 

She immediately arched backwards and with her shoulders pushed back and her massive chest jutted forward. After five more thrusts, I spread my fingers apart as wide as I could against her soft, moist vagina now swollen in arousal. She put her head back a little, but then caught herself and looked back at me. "See how I'm doing this? A long, steady push outward." Keep shoveling, man.

She said, "Yes," but it came out as more of a gasp than a word. She clenched her lips and her cheeks became even rosier. 

"Let me do this a few more times, just to show you." With every plunge of my hand, I could feel her become wetter. Her pussy was dripping with pleasure when I spread my fingers the next time, and her body shuddered just a little which made her huge breasts bounce and shake. She's biting her lip like she's all innocent, but she's spreading her legs a little to let me go in deeper, the little slut! She loves this, so let me give her more of what she wants.

I drive my fingers into her harder and harder, slapping my palm against her crotch, and her tits jiggle with every impact. She closed her eyes and put her head all the way back now, gasping every time I shove my soaking wet fingers into her waiting pussy. My throbbing cock is am so ready to cum that I feel like it's going to gouge a huge hole in my pants 

After several minutes, I pulled myself out of her. She was panting heavy now as she opened her eyes and smiled at me in gratitude. Hell, I should be on my knees thanking her, or putting dollar bills in a string on her leg or something. I should go buy her some roses or take her... whoa, get a hold of your hormones. 

"Can you feel a difference?" I asked her, hoping I could plant the thought in the few lonely cells of what remains in her brain.

She smiled exuberantly, "Oh yes, this is really helpful! How often should I do this?" Every fucking hour if I had my way.

"At least once a day. You can do it yourself anytime, although you get better results if someone else does it for you." I could see her thinking about this, maybe she's asking herself why, so I added, "The angle is better, y'know." She nodded as if the horseshit lies randomly coming out of my mouth made any fucking sense at all. 

I was hoping she'd want me to keep doing this, but then it occurred to me that I didn't want some other asshole off the street to take advantage of her. And by that, I mean I didn't want someone else using my good hard-earned schemes to fuck her when it should be me, so I'd better sweeten the deal a tad, "Just be sure to find someone certified in these exercises, otherwise you won't get the results you want."

Her face dropped, "But I don't know anyone who is certified. I mean, other than you." I wasn't sure if I'd have to connect the dots for her, but thankfully she had just enough brain matter to figure it out on her own.

I grinned, "I'd be happy to help you in however I can." You're goddamned right I'll help you however I can. And whenever. And whatever. And whichever. Wait, does that even make sense? 

She was still standing in the middle of the room, completely naked and looking at the clock on the wall, "Do we have time for you show me another exercise?" 

"Absolutely," I agreed, and I tried to think of something that would help my poor cock get the release is so desperately needed right now. All I could think about was her giving me a blowjob. "How about you... uh... kneel on the carpet in front of me." Ok, so far so good.

"Like this?" She kneeled down and her head was inches from my crotch, so I really hoped she couldn't hear my engorged cock pounding against the inside of my pants. 

"Perfect! Now" I licked my lips and said, "Open your mouth wide and I... I... will put my penis in your mouth as far I can go in." Oh my god, what the fuck am I saying? The sperm building up in my balls must be somehow stopping any oxygen from getting to my brain. What kind of stupid exercise is this?

"And this will help my bra and panties fit better?" Great, NOW she starts asking if I'm full of shit. Goddamnit! What am I supposed to say to that?

"Yes, I... uh..." I stammered. "It's... um... a muscle relaxant. Yes, it will help all the muscles in your body relax and... uh... be firmer." What the hell kind of an explanation is that? 

"This sort of seems like a blowjob," she said nervously. Damnit, she's thinking this is bullshit. Which of course it is. If she realizes I'm full of shit, then it's game over. No more tits in my face, no more fucking her pussy, and no fucking chance at any fucking blowjob, that's for damn sure. This isn't good, I need some grade-A bullshit and pronto.

I took a deep breath, imagined I was reading some Zen spirituality spa manual, and started speaking. "Actually, it's different. This particular exercise is called Buhjay and it originally comes from a karmic technique that is used in holistic healing therapy for cleansing your inner chi and releasing the negative energy from your system." Wow, I may be an utter asshole, but once in a while I manage to surprise myself.

"So this isn't sex? This is a... a...."

"A karmic technique used in holistic healing therapy, that's right." Come on, Bubbles, please don't think about it too much, just let me stuff my throbbing cock into that sweet, luscious mouth of yours, you big-titted dimwit. Oh please oh please oh please.

She grinned ear to ear, "Well then that's ok! I love most anything holistic!" And with that, she put her holistic mouth on top of my pulsing cock. She lightly licked the tip, and I had to bite my lip from screaming with happiness. And then, let me tell you, then she ever so slowly wrapped her lips around head of my penis. She grabbed my dick with one hand to stop it from quivering as she sucked the tip a few times. 

"The more," I gasped, but it barely sounded like words and more like a tire that is gradually releasing air. So I grunted and tried again, "The more you can get in, the better results you'll get." I honestly didn't know if her results would be any better, but I knew mine sure would. 

She obediently slid her lips down my shaft, and I felt my trembling cock enter deep into her mouth. I could feel her moist saliva covering my dick as her tongue instinctively rested against the length of my schlong. God I am such a dork when I'm horny. 

I put my hands on her head and held her steady while I slowly pushed my cock deeper into her mouth. She let go of my dick with her hands and allowed me to enter her until I felt the tip of my penis bump against the back of her throat. Then I gently moved my pelvis back and forth so that my dick carefully slid in and out of those luscious lips. 

She surprised me when she took her mouth off of my penis and slid her tongue up and down my shaft. "You're right, this IS relaxing," she said pleasantly, "I can feel all the tension in my body melting away. Can we do this a little more?"

"We can do this as long as you want," I answered. Of course I knew it wouldn't be long until I ejaculated an enormous wad of cum all over her, but I didn't think that was information she needed to know just yet.

She smiled and put my cock back in her mouth. I had over half of my cock pulsing in her mouth, and I felt some precum escape me. It wouldn't be long now, and I kept euphorically sliding in and out of her and panting hard. I heard her quietly moaning as she bobbed her head back and forth, and my dick was glistening with her drool. 

I could see her tits jiggling beneath me, and it looked like her erect nipples had become hard and stiff. I wished I could have squeezed her huge tits to find out for myself, but I was a little preoccupied at the moment.

Then I felt her move her head all the way forward so that her forehead was resting against my torso. She was deep-throating me and I felt like my cock was halfway down her throat. I thought that if I moved my pelvis forward any more, I might puncture her lungs. I had no idea how she was breathing, but she was sucking so hard that my cock was shaking and ready to explode.

I could feel myself starting to cum and I tried thinking of terrible things, various ways to die, naked family members, surgeries involving lots of blood, Rush Limbaugh, anything to keep myself from cumming all over her and her magnificent tits. Her eyes were closed as if she were meditating. 

But now she was moving her head faster and faster, bobbing back and forth with such vigor that her chest was noticeably swaying and bouncing. My entire cock was shoved so deep into her mouth and her throat that her lips were touching my pubic hairs. She held still and was sucking as hard as she could, and I couldn't hold back any more.

I know there couldn't have been a literal explosion, but I swear to you I heard an audible boom in my groin. My cock erupted with cum, filling her mouth and streaming down her throat. She pulled my cock out of her mouth, and cum came pouring out of her mouth, tumbling over her lips and chin, and dripping large globs of cum onto her massive chest. 

Oh shit, what have I done? I got wrapped up in my own orgasm and now she's never going to let me doing anything like this ever again. I mean, look at her, her entire face is covered in cum, her tits have globs everywhere, her nipples are so... wait, where was I? Oh right, I need a think of an explanation for this.

But before I can say anything, she looks up at me with these puppy dog eyes and starts stammering, "I am so sorry, I didn't mean to... I just... I am so sorry." Is she going to cry? Fuck, I'm obviously not one prone to feelings of guilt, but even this is too much for me.

I was panting hard now, but I managed to gasp out, "It's ok, sometimes these things happen." Sure it happens, but for me, fucking the mouth of a big-breasted woman usually happens in the darkest corners of my perverted imagination.

She continued apologizing to me, "No, you were trying to help me out with these exercises, and I didn't... I'm sorry." No goddamnit, do NOT cry on me.

"You did fine for your first time. I could tell you were very... focused on these exercises." I looked at her as sincerely as I could, but sincerity is not an emotion that is coming easily for me right now. "You were very good at picking up the finer intricacies of these exercises, they're not as easy as you might think." She's starting to smile a little. "I hope you at least had fun."

Ok, that perked her up. "Thank you," she giggled. "I did have a lot of fun." At least she's now smiling as she wipes my jism off her face. "These are the best exercises ever! Thank you for showing them to me." Her voice trailed off and then she bit her lower lip as looked at me like she had something to say and didn't want to say it. "Can I ask you a favor?"

"Uh, sure," Shit, where is this going?

Her naked, cum-covered breasts swayed and shuddered as she stood up. "Can you come over and do these exercises with me tomorrow? I can really feel a difference and I feel so much more relaxed. And you said it will help me fit into my clothes better, right?" So, could you? I mean, if you don't mind?" 

My limp cock was dripping cum onto my chin which had suddenly dropped below my knees. Snap out of it! "Yes, yes, of course, I agree, it would do you good to review these exercises again tomorrow while they're still fresh in your mind." Probably one of the few things that could be considered fresh in that mind of yours. Really? You're going to take cheap shots at this nice woman who just sucked your dick? Do you have to be a complete douche?

"Thank you so much, you are such a good friend!" She threw her arms around me and gave me a big hug. Ok, I'm back to feeling like a prick. But I can feel her cum-soaked nipples pressing against me and getting my shirt all sticky, and once again I stop caring that I'm a prick. I'd rather be a prick that gets to fondle and fuck a beautiful, busty woman like this than to be some guy who... like... shit, I don't care enough to think about being any other guy right now.

She's still standing there naked as we make plans for me to come by her place after work the next day. Then she laughs and says, "Tomorrow, I promise I'll do much better about not making you... y'know, shoot off." She gives me this big smile to show how earnest she is.

Oh lady, I promise you that is one promise you will NOT keep.



The Bra Salesman Ch. 03



***The thank-you I had included in my previous story didn't make it (probably user error), so I just wanted to say thank you to everyone who commented and emailed me. I appreciate the support, and I hope you all enjoy the continued stories! :)***

Chapter 3: Practice Makes Perfect

"Hey there, Albert! Come on in!" Tasha greets me at the door with one of the loveliest, most friendly smiles I've ever seen. It's the kind of smile that seems to have its own source of light, glowing with the warmth of such pure generosity that it changes the entire dynamic of.... 

Ok, truth be known, I am only assuming that's what her smile looks like. I have no fucking idea what she is doing with her face right now because I am too mesmerized by what she's wearing. And what is covering her naked, perfectly-curved busty body is a barely-clasped translucent robe that just touches the tops of her thighs and nothing else. 

She's still talking about something or other, I think about how her day at work was, but I'm not really listening right now. I'm lost in thought about how I've been able to convince this naïve, beautiful, busty woman that I'm a bra salesman who can demonstrate exercises that will help her fit into her lingerie, which involve my thrusting my dick into her mouth. Did I mention she was... what's a nice way of saying stupid? Obtuse? Simpleton? Dullardly? *Is* there a nice way of saying someone is dumber than a sack of bricks? Hrmm, I guess not. 

Some might judge me as a heartless beast preying upon the kindness, if not slow-wittedness, of a sweet innocent woman. All I can say in my defense is two things: first, you're abso-fucking-luetly right, I am a horrible, despicable person with no soul or any sense of decency or morality, you'll get no argument from me on that point whatsoever. And secondly, if you had seen her breasts and pussy, you would have done the exact same thing. At least that's what I like to tell myself.

So today I spent the morning at work figuring out exactly how I wanted this evening to play out, and I even bought something online for a future scheme. But for tonight, I think I have it all planned. I am so nervous now, I can't even see straight. And by that, I mean I can't focus on anything other than her thinly-veiled breasts jiggling in front of me right now. God, my hands are all wet and slimy now. Ugh, it's like I shook hands with a slug. 

It must be the pressure of pulling off this plan of mine. Look, let's be honest. I am no Casanova, ok? I know that. I am not awash with ladies throwing themselves at me. I am not particularly handsome, I don't have the kind of a job that would make anyone more advanced than "Fry Cook" swoon, and I wouldn't even claim to be all that smart. And one look at the pitiful chasm I refer to as my "bank account" will convince you I'm not rich just as soon as you stop your gut-wrenching laughter. 

Other than being able to shovel unbelievable amounts of bullshit, I don't have a lot going on for me. I know that, ok? So I really, really need this to work. I have been unbelievably lucky up to this point, and I really, really want this plan to succeed. Part of it is to prove to myself I'm capable of pulling off something like this, but mostly it's because I really, really want to fuck her. Hey, I never claimed to be a complex man.

I called her a few hours ago and told her to go ahead and get undressed by the time I came over so we could get started. No sense in wasting time, right? As I enter her apartment, seeing her standing naked under that transparent robe, clearly she had done exactly what I asked her to do. I hear her say, "You know what I mean, right? So thank you for coming over again, I really appreciate it!" Wait, had she been talking this whole time? Shit, I have no idea what she said or what ridiculous smile I had frozen on my awestruck face. 

"No problem, I'm happy to do it!" I quickly answer, hoping that makes sense after whatever it was she was talking about.

I watched her slip off her robe and say, "So what exercise do you want to do first?" Now she's standing in front of me, utterly naked, and I am transfixed by her huge 48-inch udders. I feel my jaw hit the ground as my tongue unrolls across her apartment carpet like some stupid cartoonish hounddog from the 50s. Pull yourself together, man, if you're going to make this work. "I have some ideas, do you mind if I get naked as well?"

"Uh, I guess. Why do you have to get naked?" So glad you asked, since I had spent time that I should have spent working on budgets and proposals at work thinking about how to answer questions like that. Take a deep breath and dive in, buddy boy.

"We're doing more than stretching muscles, remember. We're also doing some therapeutic work on your inner energy, and that requires a deep level of trust and sharing. Now our bodies will be able to communicate more effectively and help keep us in balance and harmony." I had been practicing that pile of crap all day, and now that I'm hearing out loud, it sounds more outrageously idiotic than it did when it was still roaming around my perverted brain.

"That sounds great!" Oh right, outrageously idiotic is the theme I'm working with here.

I stare at her gorgeous figure while I take off my clothes. Don't be too eager, just slowly take off your shirt and pants. That's right, unbutton your shirt and deftly drop it to the carpet. Now for the pants, slowly, slowly... goddamnit, I hate when my ankle gets stuck in my pants. Now I look like a dork hopping around in my underwear and black socks trying to get these pants off. So much for being Mr. Smooth. Ugh, finally got them off.

And now for... oh man, there's no way I can hide this stiffie I have now. I'm supposed to be a professional, not some horny schmuck. "I'm... uh... I apologize for my... arousal." God, I hate the sound of my voice sometimes.

She laughed, "That's ok, I confess I get a little turned on by these exercises too!" She covered her mouth and giggled. Her cheeks became red again, and I could tell she was afraid I was going to think of her as a slut for being aroused by my completely non-sexual professionally-certified exercises. And the truth is, after yesterday I did think of her as a slut, but slutty in a good way. And by that I mean a slut I wanted to fuck. 

"I was thinking we should start with the Buhjay." I was going to remind her what that entailed, but she thought for a moment and then smiled with recognition. Then she immediately got down on her knees in front of me. She grabbed my stiffening cock and instantly wrapped her gorgeous lips around it. 

As she bobbed her head back and forth, I groaned as I spoke, "Remember to... oh yeah... to focus on letting your... oh yeah... your inner chi expunge... oh yeah... all negative energeeeeesus Christ!" She was moving faster and faster and I thought I was going to cum already. Good lord, but she gives an amazing blowjob. 

She stopped and removed my penis from her mouth, "Am I doing this right?" She looked up at me looking for my approval. I'm thinking that she could be on the fast track to being a millionaire if she ever took up prostitution, but that somehow seemed inappropriate to say out loud.

I smiled, "You're doing great. One variation of the technique involves you grabbing my hips and opening your throat as much as possible, pushing your face forward as much as possible and holding still." When she deep-throated me yesterday, I swore to myself I would figure out a way to convince her to do that again. And by golly I am not going to give up until I shove myself into her so deep that my cock manages to tickle her liver.

"I'll give it a try," she said eagerly and again devoured my cock. Sure enough, she pushed her face forward so much that my pubic hairs were pressed against her cheeks. I could feel the pressure building in her mouth, and my cock must have swollen to the size of a small daschund. Or at least that's how it felt. She held me there for about five seconds before she relented. "Like that?"

"Yes, keep trying, see how long you can hold still." And I'll see how long I can go without ejaculating jism all over your face. Which at the current rate is going to be approximately three seconds.

With a look of determination, she opened her mouth wide and swallowed as much of my cock down her throat as she could. She managed to hold still for eleven seconds this time as she forcefully sucked on my very grateful dick. Wow, I can't believe I held back and didn't cum yet. Instead of three seconds, I lasted eleven seconds, a 366% increase in time that I... why the fuck am I doing statistical analysis right now? 

She released me, took a deep breath, and then shoved my cock into her throat even further and held it there for twelve seconds. I could feel every throb of my cock beating against the muscles of her throat, and I didn't think I could prevent myself from cumming, but she pulled off of me at the very last second. "Am I doing this correctly?" she asks as she gasps for air.

I had to take a deep breath and relax my body so that I wouldn't ruin this tender moment by shooting wads of cum into her eyes. "Yes, you're doing great. Now try moving back and forth as fast as you can." I took another deep breath and drove my cock into her wonderfully hospitable mouth again. 

Her head was thrusting back and forth so fast that her entire body was shaking, and I was transfixed watching her huge tits sway wildly. Each time her face slammed against my pelvis, her breasts would tremor and jiggle from the force. I know happiness is a subjective concept that changes from person to person, but I am more convinced than ever that an absolute, universal scale of joy exists in the universe, and at the very top of that scale is this woman's massive tits jiggling and shaking as she swallows your cock deep down inside her warm, wet mouth and her tongue lapping around your stiff shaft. 

She did this for about two minutes before I couldn't hold myself back anymore. I stifled a groan, but I couldn't stifle the giant eruption of cum that filled her entire mouth and was seeping out of the corners of her gorgeous lips. 

I squeezed every drop of cum I could out of my dick before I realized that she probably didn't appreciate me unloading my load in her. But when I looked down at her, I don't think she realized what had happened, because she didn't stop. She kept right on crashing her head into my body as her lips sucked tremendously on my now-jismless cock. 

How could she not have felt what just happened? Maybe she was actually in a meditative state. Could it be that I actually stumbled onto a truly relaxing series of exercise that could put people in a blissful state that helps them surpass the tumultuous chains that, in essence, is human existence? Have I found a path for inner peace that could help transform the world into a more perfect state of being? Oh God, this must the delusional thinking of my post-coitus brain. There is no fucking way that the path to eternal bliss involves someone sucking my cock. Duh. Get over yourself.

After a minute or so, my cock started getting limp, and that's when she noticed what had happened. She released my dick from her mouth and looked up at me with sadness, "Damnit! It happened again!" she said as trickles of cum spilled out of her mouth and onto her colossal tits. "I am so sorry!"

"It's ok, you're really doing well." I said sympathetically. When I was planning my day, I thought about avoiding this scenario. I mean, why set it up so that I would cum into her mouth after only arriving at her place ten minutes ago? But as I kept thinking about it all day, I realized this is just the opening act. And my fiendish brain came up with all sorts of ideas. Y'know, if I put half this much thought and energy into doing good deeds, I'd probably have cured cancer or brought peace to the Middle East by now. But truthfully, having this woman with incredibly large breasts suck my cock is so much better. "We can practice some more later. How about we move on to another exercise?"

"Ok," she said, still disappointed with herself that she let this happen again. "Just let me clean myself off." And this is where my forward thinking is going to be helpful.

I clear my throat, "Actually, I have another idea. You know that water is a natural cleansing agent, right?"

"Oh yes, I use it for cleaning all the time." Don't you fucking roll your eyes right now, cum-for-brains. You look interested as she tells you obvious tidbits of information.

"Exactly. Well," I continued, "studies have shown that doing these exercises in water have an equally cleansing effect. Water amplifies the benefits to your muscle, it cleanses your entire system of toxic elements, and it dramatically increases the purification of your energies." Amazing what a little Google research can add to your repertoire of lying bullshit.

"Wow, that sounds great!" Boy, she really does seem excited. And by that, I mean her quivering breasts with the erect nipples seem excited because that's all I'm really paying attention to.

"Some clinics up in the northwest have found greater benefits when doing these exercises in the shower. So I was thinking we should go there and you can clean yourself while I demonstrate how to do these exercises using the natural abilities of water." If my boss knew how little work I did today coming up with these nuggets of inspirational crap, he would never stop burying his foot in my ass. Or hell, maybe he'd see what she looked like and then promote me for my ingeniousness.

"That would be amazing!" and I think she actually trotted to the bathroom. Or maybe she skipped. I don't know, I was just watching her gorgeous figure jiggle with every step as we made our way to the bathroom.

We smiled at each other as we both stepped into the shower stall. It didn't take long to start the water and get it nice and steamy. I was standing behind her, as the water splashed onto her front. I found some shampoo nearby and rubbed my hands together to lather up some suds. Then I reached around her and began kneading her enormous breasts with my sudsy hands.

As I dug my fingers into her soft, wet flesh, I tried to remember exactly how I did this particular exercise yesterday, but for the life of me I can't recall. So I just tugged on her nipples, lifted her breasts up off her torso a little, and then kept rubbing my palms against her tits as I burrowed my fingers deeper into her fleshy mounds. 

Ooooh, this is even better than I remembered. Whatever erotic images I had in my head about how this plan would go, actually having her wet, slick breasts in my soap-slippery hands is infinitely superior.

She threw her head back, and wet strands of golden hair were sticking to my chest. I looked down at her, and her eyes were closed and she had a big grin on her face. I continued massaging her damp chest, glistening with soap, and she softly moaned several times. Oof, watch the elbow against the shower stall.

"Try putting your hands behind me." I whispered to her. "That should really help with the stretching." She did so obediently and her huge tits jutted out even further. I grasped her erect nipples between my fingers and rubbed them. Every so often I would squeeze a little hard, and she would open her mouth and gasp, but she didn't protest. 

Ouch, I keep hitting my elbows against the shower tiles. I didn't realize how cramped it would be in here. Not that I'm complaining, mind you, it's just hard to ooof maneuver around her immense torso in this tiny place. Ow! I should have worn fucking elbow pads in here.

After a while, I had rubbed soap all over her massive chest and my hands were now sliding all over her breasts. Damn, it's difficult to grab a hold of her tits. Goddamnit, her nipples keep sliding through my fingers every time I grab them. Fuck, they're too soapy. I'm going to have to pinch them really hard in order to keep those erect nipples in my fingers. Hey, she's actually moaning a little louder now. 

I decide to pull her tits apart and then plunge both of my hands deep into her cleavage and rub the tender skin on her inner breasts. Ooh, I think she likes this. She was gasping as I dug my fingers into her skin, and I felt her fingers dig into my back. Ouch, watch it with the nails. Ouch! I'm going to have OW scratch marks etched OW into my spine for weeks OUCH! But I keep reminding myself that having these mammoth tits in my fingers will make the many jars of aloe I'll need for my back all worthwhile.

I have to tuck my elbows in a little to keep them from rubbing against the sides of the shower stall, since it's a little tight in here. Which reminds me, I think it's about time to move on to the next exercise. I put my mouth next to her ear and said, "And now, let's do the Pumpmaclit Drill. I think you'll find the results to be particularly vitalizing in here." And then we'll see how tight it is there as well.

"You can do anything you like." She said in an almost trance-like manner. As the shower continued shooting water all over her chest and running down the front of her body, I kept my left hand kneading her nipples as I slid my right hand between her massive cleavage, down her flat stomach, and inserted two fingers into her drenching wet pussy.

I pushed my fingers in and out of her five times, and then thrust inside her as deep as I could and pushed my fingers apart. I did that again, and she spread her legs apart as far as she could in the cramped space. The more I thrust myself inside her, the more she gyrated her hips to welcome me in. The water from the shower was making her cunt completely soaked, but even so I could tell how wet she was inside with pleasure.

My once-limp cock was now starting to tingle back to life, which was what I had hoped. I wanted to give my dick a little rest as I got her as hot and stimulated as I could and ready to fuck. By the time this shower would end, she'll be screaming my name and begging me for some holistic exercise that involves me shoving my cock into her holistically. 

"You're doing so well with this exercise, I'm going to push a little harder now." She moaned in approval, and I began plunging my fingers inside her more forcefully. She gasped and clenched her pelvic muscles around my fingers. I figured she was so turned on by now, I could probably fuck her in the ass right here and now and she'd thank me profusely for doing so. But I'll save that until oops, my ankle just slid a little and hit her foot.

I squeezed her breast as hard as I could as I slammed my fingers inside her again and again and again, and she yelped with appreciation. "Yeeeees," she softly muttered, so I shoved myself inside her even harder. "Yeeees!!!" she said a little louder. "Yes! Yes! YES!" By now I was slamming my hand against her pelvis so hard, I was afraid I might bruise her, but she was loving everything I was doing.

Whoa, my whole foot slid there. Crap there's so much soap around here it's getting harder to stand up. Her hands were still behind me, but now her fingers were digging into my hips and buttocks. She arched her back a little, and now I had a better angle to go even deeper inside her, which I did. Jesus, both of my feet are now sliding. I'm trying not to slide around like some goofy nitwit, but it's really getting hard to stand up here. 

But I don't want to stop now, so I slammed into her again and again and again, each time she grunted loudly and proclaimed, ""YES!" Maybe I should spread my feet and brace them against the sides of the stall. That seems to be helpinHOLY FUCK I just about fell down. 

Her entire body was shaking now, and her tits were shaking back and forth. Her hips shook with pleasure and she ferociously moved her pelvis with every thrust, allowing me to go harder and deeper inside her. Christ, I'm shoving with such force that it's impossible for me to stand here without slipping every which way. I wish my fucking feet would work with me here by allowing me to stand upright like a normal hominid.




The Bra Salesman Ch. 03



Maybe I should bail on this. I'm not sure if I can keep my footing, and I don't want to hurt her. I put my mouth close to ear so she could hear me in the steamy shower and asked, "Do you want me to continue, or should we..."

"Don't stop!" she said a little louder than I think she wanted. She instantly grabbed my wrist and kept my hand in place, so I figure she must be really enjoying this. And I certainly wasn't going to disappoint her, as long as my ability to stand up vertically remained intact, so I started going in and out as fast as I could. 

I could feel the muscles in my forearm start to overheat, but I kept at it. I am such a fucking trooper, preserving against the odds. I can imagine a movie being made of my triumphant ordeal that will inspire others, one of those "based on true events" kind of films, only I don't think they make porn movies like that. Ok, quit messing around and focus.

Her breasts were flailing around with wild abandon now, and her hips were thrusting into my hands so that the impact had even more force. Whoa, feet stop sliding around! Her bouncing tits were mesmerizing and my eyes followed the random movements of her nipples as I continued slamming my fingers inside her repeatedly as fast as I could. Goddamnit man! Stand up like a WHOA will you please stop moving your fucking feet?

Her open mouth had a wide smile, but no sound was coming out. I could hear her breathing with quick, shallow gasps like the panting of an animal in heat. An animal with huge tits. And a wet pussy. And the SHIT I nearly fell over that time! I need to find some way to stabilize myself before I fall on my ass and ruin my plan to get her aroused and ready for more action.

"Put your arms over your head and see if that helps increase the..." she didn't even wait for me to finish the sentence. She moved her hands up and pressed her head with her biceps and grabbed huge clumps of hair in her hands with a grip that made the veins on the back of her hands become visible. 

By now my arm was exhausted, so I shifted to her other side and used my other hand to pump my fingers in her, and gave my other hand a much needed rest as I gently grabbed the nipple jutting out of her chest and held on for dear life, trying to steady myself and stop my constantly sliding feet from lurching out from underneath me. Each squeeze I made on her immense tit to hold myself up made her pant "yes" and I had to keep squeezing over and over. 

Suddenly her body began shaking again as she kept screaming "YES! YES!", and as I tried to wedge one of my feet into the drain to keep it still, I kept thrusting my fingers harder and harder, "YES! YES! YES!" until she threw her head back into her arms and sighed with satisfaction. "UNNNNGH!!"

I figured at this point I had gotten her to orgasm at least once, if not more, so I had done what I wanted. Besides, I didn't think my feet were going to keep me upright much longer anyways. I slowed the movement of my hand and she relaxed even more. Her body calmed down, so I figured whatever orgasm she had had now passed. I lightly moved my thumb over her clitoris as my fingers moved in and out of her more gently.

I had let go of her nipple and was now sinking my hand deep into her breast. The air was steamy and the shower continued to drench her entire body. God, she is hot. My cock is now fully erect again, and I'm thinking maybe I should fuck her right here and now. No, no, stick to the plan. Do not start thinking with your dick and blow this whole thing.

She turned off the shower and I handed her a towel hanging on a nearby rack which she wrapped around her own lovely rack. I grabbed another towel as she stepped out and I quickly dried myself off. "That was very intense," she looked at me with appreciation.

"I told you the purifying nature of water would lead to more intense reaction." And now that you're good and horny, I'm hoping to have an intense reaction of my own soon.

"Thank you, those were some great exercises." She was still breathing heavy and her massive chest rose up and down hypnotically. Just going up and down and up and down and up... oh yeah, need to engage in conversation.

"I think you're doing very well. Would you like to try some more difficult exercises?" Oh please say yes, oh please oh please. 

"Do you think I'm ready?" Not exactly a yes, but close enough.

"You are one of the most skilled students I've ever had, and I think you can handle some more advanced drills." Now she was really beaming and she looked eager to do some drills. And I was definitely eager to do some drilling.

"Of course! I want to learn!" she says eagerly. I don't know where the term "eager beaver" comes from, but it certainly seems crass to use it in this situation. But nevertheless I can't help but think about it. Ok, so I'm a crass guy. Just add it to my ever-increasing list of faults.

Deep breath, big guy, it's time to move on to the next phase of the plan. You lucked out maintaining your ability to stand upright before, but you're going to need all your bullshitting powers at top efficiency from here on out. "I think we'll be more comfortable if we do these next few exercises on the bed."

"Okie dokie," and she led me into her bedroom, both of us completely naked. Huh, I guess I was expecting a little more resistance to that idea. I'm actually a little disappointed that I'm not going to use my brilliant speech about the necessity of mattresses as a way to support the comingling of our energies and wowie wow wow all of a sudden I am really glad that I didn't have to use that after all because that is just painfully god awful. 

I jump up on the bed first and put my legs out straight in front of me. "Come sit on my lap here and face me." She climbs on top of me and faces me so that her chest is a few inches from my face, kneeling over me and straddling my body. "This," Holy Jesus, could my voice sound any more like a little girl? I cleared my throat and continued, "This is an exercise called Sitenmakok, first developed by Native Americans that works both your chest and your... hoochie." I really need to practice saying "hoochie" without grimacing my teeth. If that's what she wants to call her pussy, then you fucking call it the same thing. 

"Now," I continued, "I'm going to lean back a little and stretch you... down there. As we're doing that, you push your shoulders forward and I'm going to use my tongue and teeth to work on your chest. Ok?"

"Ok," she sounded hesitant about this. "But this seems kind of like... y'know... sex. You know I'm taking a few months off from sex after breaking up with Jack, so.." Yeah yeah, I don't want to hear about your ex-boyfriend now. I just want to... Oh, the way she's biting her lower lip makes her seem so innocent, so gentle, so pure. God I want to fuck her! 

"No, I know. Remember this isn't sex, these are merely holistic exercises that make people feel better. I know the nakedness and touching all seems similar to sex, but that's just due to the intimate nature of these exercises that demand a certain... closeness in order to reestablish balance and work the proper muscles. That's all, no sex." She's still biting her lip, I'm not sure she's buying it. Damn, maybe I've gone too far and she's catching on.

"I just don't see... y'know, how this is all that different from... y'know." And then she starts whispering, "s... e... k... s" Don't you dare laugh, do not fucking laugh, you prick! My dick is throbbing so hard I think it's banging against my pelvis like it's yelling at me to not fucking screw this up. So you do not laugh, you do not smile, got it?

Sometimes it's best to pull back and see if someone will follow, so I give her a warm smile and say, "Maybe we should go back to the more basic exercises." That's right, act as if you couldn't care less if you do this exercise. Because goddamnit I so fucking want to do this fucking exercise. 

"No, no, I want to try it. I do." She looked down at me, "I mean, you're professionally certified!" And just like that, she wraps her arms around my neck and pulls herself close to me. 

I can feel her warm breath on my forehead as I encourage her, "I think you'll notice a vast improvement afterwards and your lingerie will feel even better than before." Oh my sweet Jesus, she's burying my head in her massive bosoms. She's actually going to trust me as a professional lingerie salesman to let me do what I want to her. All I want to do now is be the kind of person that is completely worthy of such immense trust. And by that I mean keep feeding her convincing lies so I can fuck the shit out of her.

I put my hands behind my back and lean back a little. She obediently pushes her chest into my face as she slides her still wet pussy over my hard cock. Oh my god, I forgot how wonderful he pussy feels. She lifts her body up and down over my throbbing dick as I slid my tongue between her two beautiful breasts and licked the sweat out of her cleavage.

"Am I doing this right?" she asked as I opened my mouth wide and gnawed on one of her nipples, and she shuddered. 

"You're doing great! Just let yourself go and you'll mrmmf mnnm rmmfmm." I couldn't finish my sentence because she grabbed my head and pressed my face so far into her flesh so that I couldn't speak. Now she's humping me faster and faster. She's actually gasping every time my cock drives into her damp cunt. I don't think there's any sweeter sound than the sound of her thighs slapping hard against my thighs every time she comes down on top of me. 

Now that she's leaning forward even more, I can put even more of her breast flesh into my mouth. Shit, my arms are starting to cramp up and with her leaning forward, they're the only things keeping both of us up. If I thought I had to stretch and warm up before fucking her, I never would have started this... oh, who am I kidding? Of course I would have. But I would have worked out for a few days before... oh, who am I kidding? There's no way I would ever have seen the inside of a gym. 

Oh my god, now she's slamming her soaking wet pussy down on my cock as hard as she can. Her free breasts are bouncing uncontrollably, so I use my teeth to clamp down on the nipple of her other breast. Jesus, I wish my arms were stronger. My pencil-like biceps are trembling like jello pencils. Ok, so I can't come up with good metaphors when I'm in the middle of fucking someone with enormous tits, excuse the fuck out of me.

I was close to cumming, so I told her, "Tasha, try this, instead of going up and down, move yourself side to side." She gasped in pleasure as she rocked her pelvis back and forth, grinding her hips over my cock. I thought this position might help me hold on longer and prevent me from shooting jism into her, but Sweet Lord Almighty her pussy feels just as incredible gyrating as it did humping.

Her tits were pressing harder into my face and I could barely breathe under the gigantic orbs of delight that were bouncing around my head. I managed to get her nipple into my mouth and I sucked as hard as I could. I just wish I could get my arms to stop shaking like I drank too much coffee. Make that coffee spiked with Mountain Dew. The cherry kind. With Red Bull mixed in. Jesus, forget the drink order and focus.

I heard her moan in approval, so I used my teeth to bite her aureole. She screamed out, "Yes!" and pushed forward on me. My quivering arms now completely gave way and I landed flat on my back with her falling on top of me, and her massive tits bury my head.

"Oh my god! I am so sorry! Are you ok?" Of all the ways I could ever be injured, having my head shoved around by a pair of enormous tits is about the best way I could ever be wounded. I would love explaining that to any paramedics that would have to show up.

"Mmm fmmm," I say, my mouth still obscured under a mountain of boobs. She put her hands on the bed and lifted her torso off of me just a little, so I answered again, "Yeah, I'm fine!" Her erect nipples are now dangling mere inches in front of my tongue, and I can't tell you how much I want to grab her tits and stuff them into my mouth again.

"I guess I'm not ready for the more advanced exercises after all!" she moped. 

""Really, I'm fine!" I was about to recommend she fall on top of me again just to prove that I was ok, but she didn't seem in the mood and frankly, I was hoping to do one more exercise.

She looked at me sadly, "I am so sorry, I wasn't very good at that exercise either. I got lost in thought and I was thinking about my boyfriend and I just... I just... I didn't mean to put you in so far!" I can almost feel this little tingle in my heart, as though some vestige of goodness was trying to emerge from within me again. But of course, I metaphorically stomped that feeling out pretty quickly.

"Actually you did very well," I said reassuringly. "The deeper I can go in, the better the relaxing effect is for you." She seemed pleased with herself. I sure found her body incredibly pleasing.

I knew my dick wasn't going to last much longer before spewing cum everywhere, so I decided to go for my final exercise. I wasn't sure I'd be able to pull this off, but now that I had a taste of fucking her, I was so ready to go for broke. "Let's try one more exercise for today," I said, "This one is going to be more physically demanding, but I think it will really help you." 

"I feel so much better already! Thank you! I'll do whatever you want!" Oh, I reeeeally hope you mean that.

"Good! This time, get on all fours in front of me. In this Poundinass Exercise, you need to rock back and forth as fast as you can while stabilize you with my... y'know, my groin." Crap, no matter how authoritative I say that, it still sounds like complete horse hockey.

"But," she paused and stood up on her knees looking at me really concerned now. "I used to do something like this for my boyfriend when we..." she trailed off and started to think. 

No no no, stop thinking! Don't think... shit! Last thing I need is for her to remember how he complained about her being gullible for having sex with people. "Sometimes," I tell her, "exercises like this can illicit powerful memories, especially negative ones like your boyfriend." Yeah, blame that asshole, that's good.

"Oh no, I really liked doing it doggie style, as he called it. I used to beg him to take me like that and..." Why is she looking at me that way? God, I think I'm smiling like a perverted freak. That is so not the look of a professional. Stop thinking about how she loves fucking people doggie style, being mounted from behind, having those huge breasts sway beneath her, rocking... no, stop smiling. Great, now she has that look in her eye, wondering if this wasn't all a big con. Shit, don't drop the ball now.

I need to do some triage, and fast. "Remember, sex is only about physical pleasure. What we're doing here is very different. This is about muscle adjustment and purifying your inner chi." She's biting that stupid lip of hers again, I'm not sure she's going to go along with this.

"But this kind of seems like sex. I don't know..." Goddamnit, she's definitely starting to doubt all this, so keep shoveling like your cum-engorged cock depends on it.

"I understand, people often confuse this technique with sex, it's a common misconception. But this is a tantric exercise from the Middle East, one that is designed to make your muscles more firm." She's still biting her lip, but at least she's listening. "Think of it submersing our bodies in a shallow pool. It may look like taking a bath, or look like we're swimming, but what we're really doing is relaxing and meditating." I don't know if her eyes could be any larger, but they're looking at me intently. "This is meant to both strengthen your muscles as well as your inner core, but also find a way to release pent up tension and stress." She's still looking at me and not moving.

"I... I don't know," she looks down. Crap, I can tell she's lost it. She's not going for this after all. Shit.

I look at her and say, "If you're not comfortable with this, I understand." but she's still staring down at the bed. Or maybe she's looking at her huge tits. No, that'd be me.

She is still staring down as she whispers, "Yeah, I don't think I can do this one." I cannot believe how badly I screwed this up. 

"Ok. That's ok." I tell her. "It's been a long day and we could probably both use a rest." Great. Just great. You blew it, dickhead. You had all day to come up with your brilliant plan and you fucked it all up. Here's this drop-dead gorgeous woman sitting naked on her bed, who let you stick your cock in her mouth, squeeze her tits, finger fuck her, and sit on your cock, but you couldn't leave well enough alone, could you? You had to try to fuck her doggie style, and now she's realizing what a shithead you really are. At some level, she's coming to terms with the fact that you've been lying your ass off to her, and now she is never ever going to let you anywhere near her again. That's just great. You are a fucking genius, bonehead. Good job. Way to go. Fuck! 

"Yeah," and she starts getting off the bed. Her legs are dangling off the edge, so I reach down and grab her knee and give her a light massage. Damn she's got some nice legs. But the moment is gone, so I just gently rub her knee, knowing this isn't going anywhere. She says, "I'm sorry, I let you down, didn't I?"

"No no no, I want you to be comfortable," I say with some sincerity, I just had hoped you'd be comfortable with my cock in your cunt.

"I am, I appreciate all you do..." she puts her hand on top of mine. "You've really been good to me." Oh lady, I have been horrible to you. I am an absolute schmuck who doesn't deserve you. If I had the chance to do it all over now, I'd do things differently. I'd be more honest, I'd tell you who I was. I'd reveal my true self to you. Who knows? Maybe you would have accepted me the way I am. Maybe shoveling bullshit isn't the only thing I have going for me after all. Maybe it's the lack of honesty that's the problem. That's it, I need to come clean and be upfront. No more lies, no more cons, just be honest. That's the only real way to connect with someone, right? "You know what, let's do this."

What? "What?" Huh? "Huh?"

She suddenly flashed me the biggest smile and said, "Yeah, your exercises make me feel so good. So yeah, let's work on my muscles a little more!" and with that, she hopped back into the middle of the bed and got on all fours in front of me. 

Oh thank you, sweet Jesus! My bullshit plan worked after all! Fuck honesty, jump up on that bed and pound this big-titted slut as hard you can! I put my hands on her amazingly round ass and held her hips steady while I inserted throbbing cock into her dripping wet pussy. 

I pushed her forward just a few inches, and then quickly pulled her towards me. My cock had been ready to cum for minutes, and now it was aching for release. I pushed her forward again and jerked her backwards hard onto my cock, and it felt wonderful.

I gently moved into her, and I could feel her pussy opening wider to let me in as her tight cunt squeezed my weary cock. She groaned with pleasure as my cock throbbed inside her, and I could feel the inner walls of her vagina swelling with pleasure. My dick was now coated in a mix of her pussy juices and sweat and it glistened as it happily thrust in and out of her wetness.

As she moved back and forth over my unbelievably appreciative cock, I told her, "Now go as fast as you can and no matter what, don't stop!"

Holy shit, I have never seen anything like it. She went wild and began rocking forward and backwards so fast. My cock was driving into her tight pussy over and over again, and she felt amazing. Her gigantic breasts were rocking uncontrollably, and I could see the sides of her enormous tits shudder every time the flesh of her ass slapped hard against my torso. She threw her head back and her blonde hair was thrashing wildly.




The Bra Salesman Ch. 03



I was grunting, but I couldn't hear myself over her screaming high-pitched yelps of pleasure. I could feel my cock ready to explode and suddenly it did, shooting streams of warm jism into her cunt.

But I had told her not to stop and, by God, she didn't. She kept driving her pelvis on top of my cock harder and faster. Now she was screaming, "YES!" with every thrust. My dick was exhausted, but her pussy was clenching me so tightly that I couldn't escape even if I wanted to. 

I could feel her skin getting sweaty, so it had to dig my fingers into her hips even tighter to make sure I didn't lose my grip. She kept hammering herself against me, and as tired as my dick was I managed to stay hard for her. Once again, I hope the movie that summarizes my inspiring ability to persevere includes this wonderful moment of incessantly ramming her pussy.

She pounded me with another "YES!" She slammed against me again with a "YES!" Another pound, "YES!" Again, "YES! YES! YES! YES! YES! YES!" I didn't know how much more my cock could take. Drops of cum were splooging out of her pussy and onto her legs. And still she kept going, "YES! YES! YES! YES! YES!" Holy fuck, this crazy bitch is going to rip the skin right off my raw cock. "YES! YES! YES! YES!"

Finally she slowed down, and I could feel the muscles around her pussy loosen and let my cock go free. She collapsed onto the floor, sweaty and breathing heavy. I think my dick is in shock, and I'm not sure if it's ever going to work again. But after tonight, who cares?

She was gasping for breath and she rolled over onto her back, her sweaty, naked body now facing up, and looked at me with a huge smile, "Wow, these are the best exercises ever." And then she bit her lower lip and looked at me as if she were asking a parent for candy, "Can I ask you a favor?"

"Sure," I said. I was breathing hard myself, so I hope I have enough oxygen getting to my brain to handle wherever this was going.

She looked to the side, as if she wasn't sure whether she should say anything, but then she softly asked, "Can you come over and do these exercises with me every night for a while?" She keeps avoiding eye contact as she keeps talking, "I... this is embarrassing. Y'know, since I'm not having sex right now, these exercises would kind of be a really good substitute. And it will help me fit into my clothes better, right? So, could you? I mean, if you don't mind?"

I reached down with my hands towards her beautiful, naked body and squeezed both of her enormous breasts, glistening with sweat, and said, "It would be my pleasure." And you know what? At long last, I could finally say something to her with complete, one-hundred percent honesty.



The Bra Salesman Ch. 04



Thanks again to everyone who has commented and voted, it definitely keeps me motivated to keep writing! Enjoy the next chapter, expect Chapter 5 some time around mid-to-late Jan.

Chapter 4: The More, The Merrier

Tasha is straddling me, naked and rhythmically bouncing up and down as fast as she can on top of my extremely thankful cock, as I stare at her glorious 48-inch breasts wildly bouncing in front of me with spellbinding magnificence. I've been doing this every night for the past three nights, and there was a tiny part in the back of my brain that wondered if I would ever get tired of this. But watching her amazingly beautiful tits thrash in front of me as her tight, muscular cunt holds my erect eager-to-cum dick firmly inside her, I realized that I would have to be out of my fucking mind to ever get weary of this. 

I pull out my smartphone and take another picture of her for my archives. Her eyes are closed and she doesn't even notice, but she already told me she didn't mind if I "document the effectiveness of these exercises over an extended period of time." And by that, I mean she'll let me take pictures of my fucking her naked body as much I want.

In fact, she'll let me do anything I want at this point. She completely believes everything I tell her now, whether it's that I'm a bra salesman or that these exercises I've been doing with her will help her fit into her lingerie. There was a time a few days ago when she was beginning to doubt me, but that time has come and gone. And I have been cumming ever since. Now she is more than willing to do anything I want. I've been trying to think of what else I want, I mean other than squeezing her tits and fucking her for all eternity, but nothing else is really coming to mind.

Earlier today at work, I was showing some of my photos to the coworker I get along with best, Dave. He's about my age, a tad overweight, and sits a few cubicles down the aisle from me. He didn't believe me when I told him what I'd been doing at night this week and kept joking about what a huge liar I am. At least he did until I pulled out my collection of personal pictures. Then he couldn't stop telling me what a goddamn brilliant mastermind I am.

But when I showed him the two minute video of me fucking her amazing body, he was begging me to let him come over and have a turn with her. Like she's some bottle of beer I should pass around to my friends. Excuse me if I don't want any backwash, so to speak. Wah wah, he's a lonely guy who hadn't gotten laid in who knows how long, yeah yeah. I found me a large-breasted, naïve simpleton to fuck, go get your own.

Speaking of which, she is still hammering away at my cock, and I am loving every luscious slap of her thighs against my body that makes her tits shudder as she gasps, "yes." She comes down hard again, "yes," over and over again, "yes." By now, I am gripping her hips keeping her steady so that she can keep slamming herself downward, "yes." Yes I love hearing you say "yes." Oh yes, keeping say "yes." Yes ma'am, "yes." Yessireebob, "yes." Yes we have no bananas, but "yes" we have plenty of cock, "yes." 

Holy shit, now she's really going to town. She's going up and down so fast that her breasts don't even know which way to flop. As far as I'm concerned, they can bounce around in any direction they want as long as it's a few inches in front of my face. Ungh, she's really pounding herself down hard on my groin, but I can't really complain, right? Every time she crashes down on top of me, she's screaming "YES!" 

I open my mouth and try to capture some of her breast flesh in my teeth, but her tits are shaking too fast for me to catch. "YES!" C'mon, I just want a little bit of tit in my teeth! "YES!" Damn, missed again! "YES!" Jesus, I really need to practice my eye-mouth coordination. "YES!" I don't know exactly what else I would practice on, though. "YES!"

Oh my god, my cock is ready to explode with cum-explosion happiness. "YES!" No no, hold out as long as you can. "YES!" Remember that wreck you saw on Interstate 95? "YES!" Or that clip on TV that showed stomach surgery? "YES!" Godammit, her pussy feels incredible. "YES! YES!" Shit, I don't know if I can "YES! YES!"

She leans forward and my head is buried in her massive chest, glistening with sweat, and she continues humping me. "YES! YES! YES!" Having her erect nipples amidst a mountain of boob rubbing against my face is too much for me, and I let loose with several warm streams of jism deep inside her. "YES!" Jesus Christ, she's not stopping. "YES!" I think she's going to rip my cock right off my body with that cum-soaked cunt-grip of hers. "YES! YES! UNNNNNGH!!"

Finally I feel her entire body slow down and her muscles relax. My face is still submerged in the cleavage between her enormous, sweaty breasts. Life is an incredible and blessed gift, full of hope and laughter, where the universe bestows upon all living things the honor of potentially achieving happiness and peace. Of course, I believe that now, because like I said my face is still submerged in the cleavage between her enormous, sweaty breasts.

But as I reach up with my two hands and grab her nipples and lightly twist them in my fingers, I thought about how wonderful my life is right now, and that I shouldn't be such an asshole, that I should be generous and thoughtful. I mean, not to her, I'm going to keep lying my ass off to her. No, I mean to my coworker.

And this is where the foresight for my online purchase is really going to payoff. "Hey Tasha?" I said panting, as she kept humping me. "I'm concerned about something."

She looked at me, gasping for breath with her blonde hair disheveled and her gorgeous top-heavy body covered in perspiration, "What is it?"

"Well, we've been doing these exercises for several days now, and you've been feeling an improvement in how your lingerie feels, right?" I mean, that's what I keep telling you every night.

"Oh yes, absolutely!" she said, agreeing with my studied, professional assessment that I've worked really hard to lie about. "You've done an amazing job!"

"Thanks. The thing is, I think tonight's exercises might have loosened and relaxed your breasts too much. I'm thinking we should stop and check how your bra feels."

"Okie doke, I'll go get one." She began backing up so that she was no longer straddling me. God, if I could figure out a way to live my entire life so that her naked body was constantly straddling mine for the rest of my life, I would die a very happy man. 

"Actually, I've got a 48F right here for you. See?" And I hopped off the bed and went over to my clothes. And by that I mean the random pile of garments I had torn off my body about a half hour ago in my eagerness to fuck those amazing tits and ass. I pull a white bra with turquoise lace out of my left jacket pocket and show her the label on the bra that clearly says 48F.

"Great, let me try it on!" She reaches out to take the bra.

"Alright... just turn around and I'll help you put it on."

She giggles and turned around, and behind her back I stuff the 48F bra back into my left jacket pocket and pull out another bra from my right jacket pocket that looked exactly the same, but this one was a size 44DD.

She was smiling when she took the bra from my hands. But as she struggled and struggled to fit herself into the smaller bra, her smile turned into concern. And when she finally managed to hook the bra together and saw her massive breasts splooging out of the top of the bra, her bottom lip began quivering. "Oh my god," she said as she looked at me. "You were right! My breasts having gotten too relaxed! What do I do?" 

"It's ok! Don't worry!"I said reassuringly. Her eyes started watering, which made me feel lousy for being such a horrible person. Well, it would have made me feel that way except I had long ago gladly accepted that I am in fact a horrible person and let go any feeling of lousiness that might accompany that revelation.

I put my hand on her shoulder and spoke in the most soothing voice I could, "I know some exercises that can tighten you up again, but they are very complicated and I'm going to need some help. Do you mind if I call in a specialist?" 

"Yes! Please!" She nodded her head so fast that I was afraid she was going to damage whatever few brain cells might be left rattling around in her skull.

"Of course!" I pulled out my phone and called up my coworker. As I'm calling him, I see Tasha is frantically pacing the floor, and her naked breasts are jiggling, her supple thighs are tensing, oh my god, look at her stunning ass, so round and... "Hello? Hello?" I hear Dave's voice say. Oh right, I'm making a phone call.

I clear my throat and begin. "Dr. Cooper, I have a situation here that needs your immediate attention." I wish I had time to let him know what I'm doing, so I hope he understands. Tasha is now standing still, with her hands behind her back, looking expectantly at me. Oh my god, it's going to be hard to talk to him with her jutting her delicious tits out like that.

"Dr. Cooper? What the fuck are you talking about, John? Is this some sort of joke?" That's what I was afraid of. This is exactly why I didn't put this numbskull on speaker. Don't look at her body, don't look at those beautiful tits, and her toned stomach, and that cute little pussy just waiting to be fucked, those... Right, phone call.

"Yes it's me. Do you remember the client I had spoken to you about before?" Come on, lamebrain, put it together. Her eyes are drilling into me with the same intensity as my cock wants to drill into her. 

"Client? What are you...? Waaaait, are you with that girl with the huge knockers?" Finally he's catching on. 

"Yes, that's her. Well, I'm with her now and we have a situation." My God, look at her naked body, so curvy, so smooth.... Gah, focus, focus, focus.

"Oh shit! Are you telling me I can come over there and fuck her?" Jesus, I hope his ear-piercing squeaky voice can't be overheard through the phone. 

"Exactly. Can you come immediately to her apartment?" I give him the address slowly, because I can tell he's so excited that his shaking hands won't be able to write anything down legibly.

"Holy fuck! I'll be there!" And click he was gone.

"Mmm hmmm. Mmmm hmmm. That's right, it's an acute case of Sudden Teenietit Syndrome. Mmmm hrmmm. You think so? Excellent. Yes, that's good to hear. Thank you! I'll see you soon." I calmly turn off my phone and turn to her. "Dr. Cooper is one of the finest physicians I know with a specialty in this field, and I think between the two of us we should be able to fix everything." 

She was sniffling, "Thank you so much, I don't know what I would do without you." Probably not get fucked so much, most likely. She stands up and gives me a bear hug that presses her wonderful tits into my chest. I feel a small drop of cum fall from between her legs onto my toe and I can't help but smile. 

"It's no problem at all," I tell her. "Just so you know, some of these exercises are going to be pretty intense and kind of strange. So I'm going to request that you not ask any questions, just let us do what we need to do, and I promise you're going to feel better." I figure it'll be easier this way than having to come up with some bullshit explanation for every perverted thing we end up doing to her. Besides, I don't know how convincing Dave can be, and I just as soon make it so that he has to talk as little as possible.

It's barely five minutes before I hear the loud screeching of a car coming to an abrupt stop outside, and one minute later I hear a knock on her door. I open the door and see my coworker hunched over, panting profusely. "Dr. Cooper," I say, "I am so glad you could make it."

But I don't think Dave is listening to me now. He's looking around me and staring at the naked woman with the gigantic breasts as she stands up and smiles at him, "Thank you for coming, doctor. Please do whatever you have to do to help me." I give him a subtle thump on the arm so that he will wipe that stupid drool flowing over his bottom lip. 

All of a sudden, I recognize that inviting Dave here could be the worst mistake I've made yet. If Dave starts acting like a sex-crazed freak, then she might realize what a ridiculous scheme all of this is. She may throw us out and never let me anywhere near her again. Crap, I called my friend in a moment of post-coitus relaxation and only now is my brain engaging long enough to understand that I have to keep Dave in line if I'm going to keep this scam going.

"Tasha, do you mind if I consult with my colleague for one moment?" She nodded enthusiastically as I grabbed Dave by his arm and half-dragged him into the kitchen.

"Thankyouthankyouthankyouthankyou!" Dave said with a huge ridiculous smile on his face. Actually, it's not that ridiculous. I'd have the same smile on my face too if I were him. "This is fucking fantastic!" 

"SSSSH!! Keep it down!" I whisper. "Don't let her hear you! You owe me big time for this, so do NOT fuck this up for me!" I don't mean to jab my finger at him, but I can't help it.

"Ok, ok, anything you say. What do you want me to do, John?" he whispers back.

"Albert! Remember, my name is Albert. And you are Dr. Cooper. You are professional physician who has done this many, many times before, so do NOT walk around with that perverted, juvenile grin on your face!" I give him a light smack on the cheek and he immediately puts on a stoic frown on his face. "No Dave, don't look mad! Just be calm. Cool. Like this is no big deal. Just another day at the office. Do NOT fuck this up for me!" 

"Right, right, right. I hear you, John. I mean, Alfred." 

"Albert!" I never realized how hard it is to whisper and yell at someone at the same time.

"Right, right, right. Albert. Got it, John." Oh my God, he is SO going to fuck this up for me. 

We walk back into the room, and I put on a cool demeanor as... oh Jesus fucking Christ, Dave, get that creepy leer off your face. I understand she has an incredible body, but show some fucking decorum. "Tasha," I say, trying to get her to focus on me on not the wide-eyed ogling of my soon-to-be-ex-partner, "we have discussed the matter, and we feel we need to take some strong measures and quickly."

"What do you want me to do?" Wow, so many thoughts have suddenly come to mind that it's really hard to sort out what... crap, now I'm the one with the creepy leer on my face. I take her hand and escort her to her bedroom, with Dave following along behind. Ugh, I think he's skipping. I shoot a glance to him to calm the fuck down, and his jovial trot turns into a normal walk. 

I turn my attention back to her, "Please sit on the edge of the bed, keep your legs on the floor, lie down, put your hands over your head, and close your eyes. Dr. Cooper is going to work on your groin and try to relax your entire body. I'm going to do some work on your chest and see if we can get your pectoral muscles to unclench."

"Sure thing," and she immediately hopped onto her bed and splayed her gorgeous body for us. Dave looks at me with wonderment, and he gleefully mouths out "Are you fucking serious?"

"Is something wrong?" Tasha asks. She's looking up at the two of us, and Dave is now stricken with such fear that his mouth is twisted in an unnatural curl that is godawful painful to look at. I rub my head, realizing that this schmuck is going to undo all my hard-earned bullshit.

"No, everything is fine." I say reassuringly. "Just relax and let us do our job." And by our job, I mean letting us fuck you every way humanly possible and maybe a couple of inhuman ways as well if there's time. 

She laid down again and closes her eyes. She takes a huge breath that makes her huge chest bob up and down with a delightful jiggle that is so sweet and innocent that I want grab her tits and fuck her as hard as I can until she is covered in cum. Ok, so that's not the greatest metaphor ever. I'll work on it later.

Dave spreads her legs apart and stands there gazing at her wet pussy like he's lost in a hypnotic trance. He looks over at me and mouths, "Really?" I smile and nod at him. I even gesture towards her cunt like I'm fucking Vanna White showing off a vowel. He looks back at her pussy and just stands there. Uh, hello? Go ahead, you prick. She's waiting for us two to begin our therapeutic treatment, so don't stand there like a jackass. 

Christ, is he going to chicken out, Mr. All Talk And No Fuck? What is he waiting... finally! He's dropping his pants. Damn I never really thought about what a hairy guy Dave is, but now that I see some of exposed skin, he looks like a cat just threw up ungodly amounts of hairballs all over him. Yeesh. Ugh, now he's just shoving himself in, no warm-up, no foreplay, no attempt at making this seem like a legitimate exercise, just ram it on in. You're welcome for already getting her wet and ready. 

As I went to my jacket, I saw Dave smiling and fucking her furiously. I pulled out the bottle of cherry-infused oil I had bought a few days ago hoping for a time like this to use it. I took a breath and then got onto the bed. I had been waiting for a chance to do this ever since I first saw her wonderfully large breasts in that department store dressing room. I carefully straddled her stomach and then poured a generous amount of oil onto to her tits.

My fingers were in heaven as they dug into her soft, oily flesh and rubbed the oil all over her immense chest. Her tits were now drenched in oil, glistening the dim light of the room. I grabbed a huge handful of breast flesh in my oily hands and slid my cock between her massive tits. Slowly I slid my cock back and forth, letting the oil from her tits lubricate my hardened dick.

Behind me, Dave was slamming his groin harder and harder into her, which shook her entire body. I could feel her tits jiggling within my clenched fingers as I continued to slide my unbelievably happy cock back and forth in the deep cleavage of her huge breasts. Her eyes were closed but she was moaning with pleasure.

All of a sudden I heard Dave shout, "Oh shit! I'm going to fucking cum! Ooooh yeeeeah!!!" and I could hear his groin slapping loudly against her, and every thrust made her body quiver. She opens up one eye to peek out at us, because even someone as dense as her knows that is not how a professional doctor talks, so I'd better do something to legitimize this situation. And by that, I mean reassuring her that our bullshit lies do make sense.

I lean in to her and ask, "Are you feeling relaxed? I know Dr. Cooper is doing some intense work on you." Of course, as I'm saying this, I hear Dave growling like some mongrel animal as he stops thrusting forward, so I assume he's blown his load now. Finally. "But we're hopeful this will resolve your muscular atrophy. Can you feel your muscles unclenching?" 

She smiles at me, "Ooooh yeah," and then puts her head back down and closes her eyes. "You're both doing a wonderful job." It's a job in and of itself trying to cover for Dave and his stupid disregard for the precarious nature of this entire scam. I'm just glad he got laid and can relax and let me do my thing.

Dave had pulled out of her by now, but I was just getting warmed up. I tightened my grip on her tits and pushed them together as I thirsted my cock back and forth faster between her amazing mounds of mammaries. As much as I loved the feel of her mouth or her pussy over my dick, the feel of her huge, oily breasts pressing down on my throbbing cock was incredible.

Now I was shoving myself harder and harder, and the skin of her breasts rippled every time I slammed my groin into her chest. She arched her back underneath me, but she kept her arms over her head and her eyes closed.

I tried to keep myself from grunting, but I was fucking her tits like a beast now. I was gritting my teeth and digging my fingers deep into her flesh, ramming my cock into her quivering bosoms. When she moaned louder, I couldn't hold back and more and streams of warm jism shot out of my cock and into her cleavage and down her chest. Seeing my cum mix with the oil on her body made me feel quite proud of myself for some weird reason.




The Bra Salesman Ch. 04



I got off her and she started to open her eyes, "Keep your eyes closed," I commanded her, "and relax. Dr. Cooper and I still have some work to do." I leaned over and wrapped both of my hands around one of her breasts and licked her erect nipple. I could taste the cherry in the oil and I slid my tongue all over her breast, enlarged with arousal. 

Now that I'm here, I'm trying to remember if I got the kind of oil that is edible or not. Shit, I'm concerned that maybe I didn't get the edible kind. I mean, I'm not concerned enough to actually stop licking her tits, I just hope I don't have to get my stomach pumped as a result. But honestly, it would totally be worth it.

Dave was standing over me in wide-eyed amazement, so I looked up at him and then looked at her other erect nipple, jutting out all lonely. He licked his lips and then kneeled down beside her, but then leans towards me and whispers, "Look at her boobs! They're so goddamn amazing!" 

"What was that?" Tasha leaned up for a moment and looked at the two of us. "What did you say?" Nice going, Dave.

"Dr. Cooper was just commenting on how the therapy seems to be making a difference already." Dave is now nodding his head in agreement. Idiot.

"So we're done?" she says with a smile and gets up on her elbows.

"No, we still have a lot of work to do." She's still looking at me. "Just lay down, we're going to do a tactile and oral massage to see if we can reduce some of the swelling." She's disappointed we haven't cured her yet, but she agrees to lie back down on the bed and let us continue our therapy. And by that, I mean rub our tongues all over her chest.

Dave is staring at me now and mouthing the word, "Sorry." I glare at him and mouth back, "Do NOT fuck this up for me!" He gives me the ok sign and then the two of us go back to the oily, cum-covered breast we each have in our hands. I go back to where I left off, holding her breast and licking her erect nipple. Dave starts doing the same thing, squeezing her massive breast with both hands and shoving as much of her nipple and tit into his mouth as he could.

She was slowly writhing in pleasure as the two of us lightly gnawed on her breasts. I felt her jerk all of a sudden, and I saw Dave was now sinking his teeth into her flesh. Great, he's going to ruin this. But then I heard her whisper "yes," and saw the Dave had reached down and was thrusting his fingers into her moist pussy, still drenched with cum. 

Now she was twisting with arousal, gasping for air, as Dave rubbed his fingers all over the top of her clitoris. I bit my teeth into her defenseless breasts and felt her turn towards me and barely whisper, "yes." Or maybe it was "Jess" or "fetch," but it sure sounded like "yes" and that makes a lot more sense so I'm going with that.

She was moaning and spreading her legs as far apart as she could, letting Dave enter her as deep as he wanted. He was thrusting faster now and her hips were grinding against the bed, trying to keep up with his erotic rhythm. "Yes! Yes!" she kept saying. "YES! YES!!" Oh my god, this slut is going to orgasm again! The two of us continued biting her breasts and sucking on her engorged nipples as Dave pounded her pussy so hard that tiny drops of leftover cum were bursting out of her vagina.

"UNNNGH!" she gasped and her entire body quivered for several seconds. I could feel her soft, oily tit wiggling in my mouth. Then I felt her entire body collapse into a relaxed and peaceful state. 

I was about to whisper some encouragement to her, about how relaxed she feels, about how the treatment is going well, about how well she was doing, and other stupid fabrications I could think up. But before I say anything, Dave stands up and, grabbing her arms, shifts her so that she is lying diagonally on the corner of the bed, her groin resting on one edge with her legs dangling off the side and her shoulders on the other edge with her head dangling off the other side.

Dave starts taking off his shirt, which I don't underWOW is he a hairy fucker! My God, I have carpets that aren't as hairy as his back and chest. Jesus Fucking Christ, Dave, are you a type of Yeti? For God's sake, put your shirt back on before she balks at having anything to do with your shaggy ass and, by extension, my ass as well.

Wait, what is she doing? Is she opening her mouth and inviting Dave to put his cock into her? And she's using one of her hands to rub her pussy as she spreads her legs farther apart so I can get to her? Oh my Lord, she wants to fuck both of us together. I can't believe it! Oh shit!! She has been turned into an unstoppable fuck machine, willing to be penetrated in every way, allowing her incredibly large tits to be used in whatever way we see fit. This is the happiest day of my life! It cannot possibly get any better than this! I am unbelievable grateful Dave is here to help make this happen!

Dave looks at me and starts laughing, "Come on, John! Let's do this!"

All of a sudden she stops and says, "John? Who's John?" She leans her head forward and looks at me, "Albert? Why is Dr. Cooper calling you John?" Dave, you are the stupidest motherfucking idiot I have ever known! I cannot believe I was so fucking stupid to bring you here!

"Well, you see..." I suppose I could, no that wouldn't work. "Uh, that is..." What the fuck do I do now? This is fucking horrible! This is your fault, Dave! Thanks to you and your fucking mouth, my cover is blown. And now she's going to realize what a shithead I've been this entire time, and she's never going to let me anywhere near her again. And you can fucking forget about anything else you were imagining in that stupid pinhead of yours. Jesus, now that she realizes we've been lying to her this entire time and posing as someone different, we'll be lucky if we can avoid jail. The one good thing I can count on is that you'll be in jail with me so I can beat your fucking ass every day for the rest of my miserable life for screwing up my fucking life, you stupid prick!

"I'm sorry to confuse you, Tasha." Dave speaks up. Just shut the fuck up Dave and let me handle this! "John is Albert's middle name, and it's what I've called him ever since we first met years ago at a conference in Phoenix when they put the wrong name on his nametag." 

Tasha looked at me and smiled, "John! Hee hee! That's a good name too!" she said with a giggle. And with that, she laid back down on the bed and wrapped her luscious lips around Dave's erect cock. Holy shit, that was incredible! Dave was actually, unbelievably, mind-blowingly fucking awesome! I had no idea he was capable of such exquisite and sophisticated bullshit. That was bullshit worthy of... hrmm, how exactly would someone be worth bullshit? Doesn't matter. The point is, I take it all back Dave, you are the greatest friend a guy could ever have, you fucking genius! 

I try to give him a smile, but he's not really looking at me. He's staring at the large-titted woman sucking upside-down on his dick as he starts kneading her oiled breasts. Can't say I blame him on that. I don't know if he's noticed the wads of my cum that have mixed in with the oil, but I didn't want to ruin his moment. Acutally I think he'd still grab her immense tits even if they were covered in a thick, gooey layer of cum from a wide range of men as long as he was one of them. 

Jesus, look at her. I see her opening her jaw as wide as she can in order to let him get as much cock as humanly possible into her. Her lips are now pressed against the base of his shaft and his balls are scrunched against her nose. God, I hope he's showered those hairy monsters sometime in the last few months, but I hear her moaning with pleasure so I guess she doesn't mind it too much.

I decide I'm going to take this opportunity to do something else I have wanted to do. I stand up and pull one of legs straight up so that her pelvis turns a little to the side, even as her shoulders stay flat on the bed. I thought my dick might need more time to recover, but seeing her gorgeous body naked on the bed and having someone's dick stuffed into her mouth made my erection as hard a rock again.

I took my cock, still well-oiled from the titty fuck, and slowly pressed against her anus. I hear her murmur in surprise, but she doesn't resist me as I carefully push my cock into her ass. Oh my god, I knew her ass looked incredible, but I didn't dream it would be this amazingly tight. I can feel her tighten her gluteals, squeezing my cock with more force than even her vacuum-like mouth which Dave is now enjoying.

She tightened her groin again, and my cock is now throbbing inside her incredibly snug ass and can barely move. I try moving in a little further, but her butt muscles are gripping me too much for me to be able to go in any more. I push harder and I move a little before her ass clutches my pulsing cock with a force I thought impossible for anyone to achieve. 

I strain harder and harder until at last I shove my cock all the way into her ass so that my groin is now resting against her butt. I am holding on to her leg aloft above her... did I say hold? I meant I wrapped my arms around her leg like a zealot environmentalist would hug a tree.

Dave is now moving himself in and out of her, and I can see is cock is glistening with her spittle. Or is that cum? Has he already cum? No, I don't think so. Now I push my groin forwards and backwards, but her ass is so tight around my cock that I don't actually slide anywhere. Our two bodies just shift back and forth, with my cock held firmly in place by her gorgeous ass.

I'm wondering if maybe I haven't made a huge mistake. I mean, how on Earth is fucking someone in the ass remotely going to help them relax and fit into their lingerie better? I hadn't thought of any good reason, and now I'm thinking that this was going to be impossible to explain.

But then I see her extend one of her hands in my direction, her fingers spread out towards me, as if begging me to take her hand. I wasn't sure why she wanted this, but I figured if the woman the two of us are gangbanging wants me to hold her hand, then by God I'll do it. 

I put my hand in hers and immediately she lunges forward a little and grabs my wrist. I instinctively grab her wrist and next thing I know she is pulling me forward as hard as she can. Shit, how can she have such an amazing grip? I feel like the bones in my hand are going to snap at any second.

With her other hand, she reaches up and grabs Dave's hip and pulls him forward so that he lunges into her even more. Her leg is resting against my shoulder, and with her pulling me forward, I'm pressed so hard against her groin that I think my balls are about to get sucked into her ass as well.

Oh my god, she's rocking herself back and forth, so that Dave and I take turns lunging into her. She pulls Dave in and swallows his stiffie, and then she pulls me deeper into her ass, as if I could get any deeper. 

My cock is pulsating with a new load of cum ready to ejaculate. I am gripping her leg that is up the air and resting against my chest trying to resist urge to cum, because I so want this moment to last a while. But I don't know if I can hold out, watching her fuck the two of us so vigorously. If I had known she was this much of a slut, I would have brought Dave over a long time ago. Which I guess would have been yesterday.

Dave is now sliding his cock in and out of her mouth in rhythm with her rocking back and forth. "Mmm," she yelps as his cock pushes into her welcoming mouth. "Mmm!!" Now she's pulling him harder into him. "MMMMFF!" Her yelps are becoming more high-pitched and laden with orgasmic pleasure. "MMMFF!!" I see the veins on her hand desperately trying to slam his body into her mouth so that she can swallow as much of his cock as she can. "MMMRRLLFF!!!"

Between watching her devouring Dave's cock and her tight ass squeezing my throbbing cock, I can't stand it any longer. I feel the jism build in my veins and then explode inside her, which makes her ass clench even more so that I think I lose all blood flow to my cock. A few seconds later and I have unloaded my entire load of cum inside her. Her ass gradually loosens enough so that I can pull out of her, like a cork coming off a wine bottle but without the pop. Which would have been so cool if it had happened.

Jism starts dribbling out of her anus, and my cum-soaked cock starts getting limp. But Dave is still hammering away and she is still yelping in pleasure, "MRRMFF!! MRRMFF!! MRRMFF!!" Man, she is sucking away at his cock like a thirsty desert person drinking on a hose of water.

Suddenly Dave's jaw drops several inches and his half-opened eyes glaze over, and I see his groin lurching into her. I can't see any jism coming out of her mouth, but with her head dangling off the bed, I can easily see her extended neck as I watch her take several large swallows. Dave's hands are rigidly clenched around her breasts as she slowly slides her tongue up and down his shaft a few times making sure she licks every last drop of his cum off his erect cock.

Dave throws his head back and is panting as she rolls over on her stomach, still holding on to his erection. "I'm sorry, Dr. Cooper, I didn't mean to... it's just... I really liked the taste of your... you know... but I wasn't trying to... I'm sorry." Dave gives me a look of confusion, wondering why she is apologizing to him?

"It's fine, Tasha," I jump in. "Both Dr. Cooper and I have experienced this with some patients before. It's quite normal for some women to experience... arousal, and it's nothing to be ashamed about." Dave goes along with it and looks down at her with a reassuring and gentle forgiveness. Or maybe that's a lustful look of satisfaction. God, do I look like that when I put on my reassuring face? Jesus, I hope not, because if I do then I look like a fucking psychotic letch. 

"I appreciate what you've done for me!" Oh I assure you, not as much as we appreciate what you did to us. Dave slides his fuzzy forearm against his scalp to wipe the sweat away. "Do you think it worked?" Right, the bra. We need to wrap this up neatly and prove to her that our intense therapy did the trick and we didn't double-fuck her for no reason at all. Which we did, of course, but I'd hate to spoil this idyllic moment.

"Let's find out," Dave says and he pulls out one of the bras I had given her earlier. Wait, how the fuck did he get that from my jacket? WHEN the fuck did he get that from my jacket? Did he get the right one? Oh my fucking God, does he even know which bra is the correct one? I hope you know which bra was right! Fuck, are you a rock-solid bullshitter, Dave? Or did you get incredibly lucky last time and are now about to ruin everything? You had better have gotten the right fucking bra, or I am never letting you fuck any other large-breasted simple-minded women again! Right, as if I have some spares lying around.

"It's fits great! Thank you both so much!!" Ok heart, you can start beating again now, thank you. And I should probably start breathing again as well.

I clutch my chest as she bounds off the bed and gives Dave a huge hug that makes her breasts squeeze sideways against his sweaty, hairy body. Then she leaps over near me and gives me a similar hug that presses her gorgeous tits into my appreciative body.

Tasha steps away from me with a concerned look on her face, "I do have one question, though." Shit, I hate questions. The last thing my post-coital brain needs right now is figuring out to come up with yet another stupid explanation for what we've been doing. "Could this happen again? With my boobs clenching up? Do I need more therapy?" 

I look at Dave, who is staring at me with a huge smile on his face. No fucking way. I appreciate all the help he gave tonight, but there's no fucking way I'm going to keep doing this with a loose cannon like Dave. It's way too dangerous, and I need to stop this before it get out of hand.

Dave takes several lunging steps towards Tasha with that weird grin on his face and says, "Standard protocol requires at least five sessions. Are you available tomorrow?"

Oh shit.



The Bra Salesman Ch. 05



Thanks to all who have written, commented, and voted. This took me a little longer than I thought to complete, since I decided to split the next story into two chapters (this and the next one). I hope it'll be worth the wait! :)

Chapter 5: Three's a Crowd

"Just hear me out, John. I promise I can make this work. You just need to..."

"Goddamnit, I said no!" Jesus Christ, Dave, you ought to be down on your fucking hands and knees in gratitude for ignoring my better judgment and agreeing to let you come back to Tasha's for another night and not throwing your sorry ass out of this whole scheme. But I swear if you keep asking me about that stupid fucking duffel bag you're carrying, I'm going to rip it from your hairy-knuckled hands and knock you across your head in with it. 

But of course Dave won't fucking drop it, "Come on, just take one look and you can..." Oh my god, will you please stop talking? All day long he has been telling me about the shitload of money he spent at a sex shop several blocks from work and how fucking awesome it would be to use all that crap with Tasha. If you think all that silicone and polyethylene is going to somehow improve fucking a woman with naturally large breasts, then please feel free to take your toys and go home.

"Dave! Stick to the plan! Whatever sex toys you have in there, we don't need them. The plan is working, so don't complicate it and fuck it all up." Last night was great, and Tasha believed the whole Dr. Cooper shtick. In fact, she was so worried about having a relapse with her body getting clenched that she begged both of us to come over again. So what we need to do is solidify the scheme for now before we start fucking around with it. 

"John, hear me out..." Holy shit, we are almost at Tasha's door, you fucking moron.

"Albert! My name is Albert! And that is exactly why I don't want you fucking things up with your... whatever is in that bag. How about you remember my fake name and THEN we'll try using your little goodies there. Ok?" This is exactly why I regret bringing Dave into this. One moment of weakness yesterday and now I have to deal with all this shit. 

"But we explained to her why I call you John, so there's no need..." Take a deep breath, try to relax. Breathe. Breathe. I need to find some fucking inner peace before I fucking crack his head open. All I want is simply to con a large-breasted woman into sucking my cock repeatedly without listening to a bunch of whining. I mean really, is that too much to ask?

"We got lucky, Dave, so shut up and let it go." Ok I admit, Dave pulled out some amazing bullshit last night, but I don't want that to go to his head and him getting the idea that he can do and say anything he wants now. Last thing I need is an-overweight loose cannon unleashed in all this. "Stick to the plan for now, and in a few days, we can think about how to use whatever it is you've got there. Got it?"

"Fine." Yeah yeah, pout all you want, Dave. I knock on the door and try to ignore the scowl on Dave's face. A few seconds later, Tasha opens the door looking as lovely as ever. And by that, I mean her massive tits were being held in place by a thin purple-lace bra that barely concealed her nipples. As many times as I have convinced this unnaturally dim-witted woman to wear little to no clothing, I never ever get tired of seeing her luscious body. "Hello there! Thank you so much for coming." Oh, it is I who should thank you in advance for my cumming.

Dave pipes in, "Happy to be of service, miss!" I don't like this. What little I know of Dave is that when he wants something, he really bitches and moans about it until he gets what he wants. Or fired or slapped in the face or thrown out, which from the stories he tells seems to be by far the most typical ending. And now that I see the hand holding his duffel bag twitching and making the bag rock back and forth, I realize this shithead is not going to stop.

"What do you have in the bag?" Shit, that's what he wanted. I see that big goofy smile slide across his face.

"Actually," he begins with a self-righteous tone that only takes three syllables for me to find irritating, "as it happens...."

"Nothing!! Nothing we need tonight!!" I know, I barked that statement a little loud and a little fast, and both Tasha and Dave look at me with a WTF stare on their faces. Ok, calm down. Breathe. Breathe. "What I mean is, we like to be prepared for anything, but our normal regimen of therapeutic exercises should suffice for tonight." 

"But we do have some other treatment options, if you're interested." Dave, I swear you need to fucking let this go.

"Dr. Cooper, I think it's best if we just do our routine therapy tonight."

"I think we should let the patient decide." Are you fucking shitting me here?

"I thought we already agreed on the treatment plan."

"Maybe we should change it."

"Maybe we shouldn't."

"Maybe we ought to consider changing the plan for a better experience."

"Maybe you ought to leave before I change your face."

"Maybe you should come over here and try to make me."

"Um, doctors?"

"Don't think that I won't!"

"I'd like to see you try!"

"Um, are we still talking about my therapy?" Tasha quietly says. Dave and I give each other a look that says "there's an almost-naked gorgeous woman with large breasts standing in the room waiting for the two of us to give her some intensive therapeutic exercises that involve us putting our cocks repeatedly into her mouth and pussy, so let's save this until later," y'know, that kind of look. Breathe. And I focus on the source of inner peace within me. At least I will, right after I knock Dave's teeth out of his stupid, fucking skull.

"I apologize," I say as I walk towards Tasha, "sometimes Dr. Cooper and I disagree on certain minute aspects in devising our therapeutic design. Thank you for your patience, now let's start our intensive therapeutic exercises." And by that, I mean fuck that amazingly stunning body of yours continuously until we're all too exhausted to stand. 

"So," Tasha says nervously, "I was talking to one of my neighbors about your therapy," crap, this can't be good, "and she said that it sounded like you all were just having sex with me." Yeah, no shit. "So... I mean, I don't want to stop these exercises exactly, I just... I mean, I guess I don't really understand how all this works." Ugh, what would work is if you would stop asking all these questions so that I don't have to rack my brain coming up with more lame excuses.

"She's crazy, don't listen to her! Let's just do this!" God Dave, you are as sensitive as a cinder block, and with about as much personality as one too. I try to give him an evil-eye stare that will get him to shut up, but he's too busy trying to figure out how to use his thick thumbs on the tiny buttons on his shirt to get it off.

"I understand, these exercises do get very intimate." I tenderly grab her shoulders and give her my best "I'm sensitive to your needs" gaze, which is hard to do and not keep looking at her huge tits. "To the uninitiated, these sessions can appear to resemble sexual intercourse. But remember, the goal here is not sexual arousal, the purpose is to achieve muscular tightening and a release of negative energy that will substantially help your body achieve its maximum peak effectiveness." Wait, maximum peak? As opposed to a minimum peak? What the fuck does that mean? Never mind, you're on a roll. "Remember, if at any time you're not comfortable with the level of personal contact, we can always do something less intense." But please don't take me up on that offer.

"No, I'm just being silly. Thanks for listening." She stares back at me with the most beautiful look of innocent trust and a smile that exudes nothing but the purest of warmth and reliance in me as a caring and decent human being. God, I want to shove my cock down her throat as far as possible.

"Absolutely, I want you to feel at ease." I take off my clothes as I'm talking, and I see Dave pulling his shirt off his shaggy back. Good Lord, without his shirt he looks like a gorilla with glasses.

And then Tasha removed her bra and panties and laughed, "Ok, so where do you want me?" Dave and I looked at each other, and I swear at that moment I had no idea what it was we were fighting about. I'm sure it was something meaningful and that needed resolution, but watching her crawl on all fours between the two us, naked and ready to be fucked, made me forget about anything else.

"This is a great position, just hold still!" Dave didn't waste any time positioning himself behind her and shoving his cock into her. That's just great, how about a little foreplay to get her moist and ready, asswipe. Tasha made a little grunt like she was uncomfortable, but she spread her legs and let him push deeper inside her.

Meanwhile I walked over and stood in front of her with my stiffened dick jutting out of my body like it was saluting. She giggled, opened her mouth wide, and sucked on the tip of my penis. I could feel her tongue against the bottom of my cock as her mouth slowly slid down my shaft. At the moment, I can't remember what exercise I'm supposed to be pretending to do. And at the moment, feeling her mouth sucking hard on my cock, I don't really care..

She bobbed her head back and forth for several minutes, gradually coating my entire dick with her saliva. When she paused for a moment to look up and smile at me, a hanging trail of spittle stretched between her lips and my cock, and I thanked whatever gods might have been involved in making this entire situation possible. Of course, any gods that would be involved in this are probably some pretty fucking sick gods, but that's ok with me.

Dave was thrusting himself as hard as he could into her, ramming his pudgy, hairy torso into her so hard that the skin on her buttocks and tits were shaking with each impact. I could hear her yelping every time he crashed into her, and she reached out and grabbed my butt in order to steady her head that was still sucking on my grateful dick.

He was going so fast now that her breasts were thrashing from side to side and back and forth. His fingers were digging into her hips and his face was contorted into a face of animalistic lust, savagely forcing himself into her harder and faster. He continued fucking her with a violent frenzy that would have come across as mentally unstable if he hadn't... no, I take that back, he really did look mentally unstable. 

I can't describe it accurately, but the way he closes his eyes and purses his lips makes his face look like it bunches up to half its size. I could see the veins in his hands popping out from the powerful grip he had on her pelvis as he slammed her body on top of his cock with a ferocity I don't normally see outside of Animal Planet copulation footage that should only be aired late at night.

Holy crap, he was shoving his entire weight into her crotch, and I didn't know how much punishment her pussy would be able to take. But I looked down at her face, and she seemed to be smiling, as much as anyone can smile with a penis stuffed in her mouth, so she must not have minded too much was Dave was doing. Of course, I'd like to believe having my cock in her mouth was a thrill to her as well, but why split hairs now?

Dave let out a loud groan and then he stopped moving. And I don't mean he slowed down, I mean he just stopped cold, kneeling behind her. I couldn't tell if his dick was still in her or not, but his face was so blank and spent that I thought he might start drooling at any second. Of course, that's the exact look I usually find him in when I go to his cubicle. Ugh, why am I thinking about work right now? How about we focus on the woman who has your dick in her mouth, ok?

Tasha gave a moan in appreciation and then concentrated on me. She deep-throated me until my groin was knocking against her forehead. She has this way of making my cock feel these intense sensations, a sort of intense tingling that makes your nerves electric with extra sensitivity, a miraculous way of matching the suction of her mouth with the throbbing of my cock. But all of this really means it wasn't long until my erupting jism filled her mouth and dripped onto her swaying breasts. I'm almost tempted to describe it as mind-blowing, but it sure as fuck wasn't my mind she was blowing right then.

She stood up and wiped off some drops of cum off her lips and asked, "What do you need me to do now?" Dave still had that distant, vacant look on his face so of course it's up to me to figure everything out as usual.

"Just kneel down here and turn your back to me so that I can do some more stretching exercises with your groin." And by that, I mean kneeling in front of me so that I can slowly insert my fingers into that wet pussy of yours to finger fuck you. 

It didn't take long for her to start grinding with my fingers with her wide pelvis, which made her massive tits shake from side to side. Dave suddenly came out of whatever voodoo trance he was in and stared awestruck at her chest. He immediately got in front of her and started massaging her chest. Of course, to me it looks like he's clawing at her tits like a drunk wildebeest on crack. Wait, do wildebeests have claws? Didn't they have paws? No, that's right, wildebeests are like gnus, so it'd be more like hoofing... Jesus, I have my fingers in the pussy of a beautiful woman and all I can do is mentally play Trivial Pursuit at the Zoo. 

The point of that was I could feel her wince when he was pulling on her tender nipples, so I think we were both glad when he plopped his face into her chest and crammed as much breast-flesh as he could in that stubbly, joweled mouth of his. I could feel her relax as he gnawed on her nipples, and her pussy was getting even more wet, if that was possible.

So Dave sucked on her tits while I finger fucked her from behind. I swear, I have never seen Dave as happy as he was burying his face in all 48 amazing inches of her colossal tits. And she smiled when he pushed her breasts apart and licked the insides of those phenomenal mammaries. I heard her moaning, "yeeees" as we continued.

Meanwhile I was pretty focused on keeping her tight pussy as wet as possible by repeatedly penetrating her with my fingers. I tried not to think about how my fingers were becoming coated with Dave's cum, instead thinking about her vaginal walls had become so swollen that even as wet as she was, it was hard to push myself inside her. As she kept cooing, "Yes! Yes!" I used using my thumb to play with the nub of her clit because, you know, I'm a generous and thoughtful kind of guy.

Her body began trembling, and I wasn't sure if it was from my finger-fucking or Dave's tit-sucking, but neither one of us stopped. "YES!" she gasped, as the two of us continued at her, "YES! YES!" She threw her head back as her body shuddered, "UNGH! YES! UNGH! YES!" 

I looked down and saw Dave sucking hard her tits as he pulled his head back a little and made her breast flesh stretch. "YES! YES!" My fingers were covered with wetness and cum, and I kept shoving myself into her over and over, "UNGH! UNGH! YES! YES!" 

When I felt her body relax with exhaustion, I relented with my fingers and put my hands on her hips to steady her. Dave kept sucking on her tits and I could see him digging his teeth into her nipples that had to be sore by now, but she put her hand on his head and pressed his head deep into her soft, pillowy chest.

I could feel my hand starting to cramp up, so I slowed down. She took it as a sign that the exercise was over, so we all ended up slumping down onto the bed. There we were, all three of us, lying on the bed as a mass of tired arms and legs interwoven into each other and only the sounds of our panting filled the room. Well, that and I could hear Dave nose letting out a weird buzzy tone every time he breathed in. I focused on my own breathing and I felt a sense of peace wash over me. And by that, I mean I was too fucking tired from shoving my cock in her mouth to move. "Very good therapy session," I said to Tasha just to finally break the silence. 

"I agree." Tasha agreed. Right, of course she agreed, she just said she agreed. My brain always seems to have trouble functioning after I ejaculate. She turned her head to Dave, "So what's in the bag?" 

Shit, why the fuck would you bring that up now? We were having a nice moment of post-orgasm contentment, and you have to ask about the fucking bag? Before I can say anything, Dave gets up on one elbow and says with delight, "It's some equipment for a super-duper ultimate-radical therapy session that would unquestionably make sure you will never have any relapses." The fact that he actually introduced the phrase super-duper into this ridiculous scheme is something I may never forgive him for.

"Really? Can I see?" she said excitedly. Yeah, you sound as giddy as a little girl on Christmas morning, but I guarantee you there isn't anything in that bag that even the Grinch would have touched with a ten-foot pole. Breathe. Just breathe.

Dave reached down and pulled the duffel bag onto the bed and unzipped it. The bag was crammed full of handcuffs, blindfolds, nipple clamps, ball gags, and several other items I had no intention of asking him about. Holy shit, Dave, it looks like a cheap-ass bondage store had vomited its entire "no one will buy this crap" inventory inside that bag of yours. 

Tasha had started off with an excited look on her face, but as soon as she saw what was in the bag, her face morphed into a look of shock. "What, um, do you have in there, Dr. Cooper?" See, that's exactly what I was afraid of. We had a nice little scheme going on here, and now Dave and his bag of sex toys is going to derail everything.

Dave starts yammering away, "These are some devices that we have found have a positive impact on the female musculoskeletal system." I see I'm not the only one who has been practicing his bullshit. "I know some of this looks, I don't know, weird to you maybe." No, what it looks like is some sex store bomb exploded and left behind painful sadomasochist shit that no remotely decent human being would even think of going near let alone have shoved inside any orifice of their body. "But we have had some good results with these items."

"No, it's not weird, I guess." Tasha hesitated, "I just... I wasn't expecting this, that's all." Tasha doesn't sound convinced to me. God damn you Dave, I told you not to drag that stupid fucking bag out and now you're going to fuck everything up. My breathing is becoming more and more animated, and whatever inner peace I had going for me was being converted into a seething hatred for my coworker, which happens to inner peace sometimes. At least for me it does. Look, I never claimed to be a fucking Buddhist, ok?

I put my hand on Tasha's shoulder, "We already have a pretty intense exercise routine, I think maybe we should hold off on this until we've made more progress with our standard plan." God, I hope she isn't freaking out looking at all these sex devices. Some of those devices are making even me a little nauseous, and I'm not the one whose orifices are going to be violated with them. At least I hope not.

"Actually," Tasha says with a deep breath and an embarrassed smile, "I wouldn't mind trying out some of this... if it'll help me." I see the leering smirk creeping on Dave's face and I give him a look that says he better back the fuck off of this. I take a breath so that I can explain why we're not going to use them tonight.

But Dave interrupts with, "Oh it absolutely will! I guarantee it!" You are a fucking asshole, Dave. You have gone over the edge into a sexualized crazy quicksand that is going to suck us all down. Ok, I'm not sure how sexualized quicksand can get, there has to be a better metaphor but I never think well after orgasms. That's why I let fucking Dave here to begin with.




The Bra Salesman Ch. 05



Before I could even sit up, though, Tasha put on the blindfold and ball gag with a merry grin and then let Dave handcuff her hands behind her back. Dave asked her if he could put on the nipple clamps, but with the ball gag muffling her answer, he assumed she said yes and clamped them on to her erect nipples. She yelped for a second, but seemed to get used to it. I mean, as much as anyone can get used to having tiny jagged-teeth metal clothespins agonizingly pinching one's nipples. The long, tiny chain between the clamps swung between her lovely breasts, which I have to admit if I were a tiny chain is where I'd like to hang too.

Look, I know what a morally bankrupt individual I am, and I have no fucking business getting all ethical and superior to anyone. Even so this whole endeavor is making me fucking apprehensive. I mean, lying to her about being some bra salesman was one thing, conning her into fucking us is godawful. But tying her up in these bondage apparatuses? That seemed too careless and could potentially fuck up the scam. Oh yeah, and it's godawful to her too, sure, whatever, I guess. I'm mostly worried that this whole thing is an unnecessary risk to the scheme. I mean, she's already agreed to let us fuck her most any way we want, what the fuck do we need all these exotic gadgets for?

But oh my god, you should have seen her. Handcuffed and blindfolded, she was completely helpless and vulnerable. And that made her even more unbelievably hot. That she would put such immense trust and faith in us made me question the morality of what we were doing and whether we should turn back from this scheme and be honest with her about what we doing and... ok, that's not true in the slightest. The truth is that I was thinking was how awesome it would be to fuck her all bound up like that.

Dave must have been thinking the same thing, because he helped ease her down on the bed so that she was lying with her back on the bed and her hands handcuffed behind her. With her still blindfolded and gagged, Dave is holding on to her nipple clamps like a leash. "Try to relax," Dave says to her, "we're going to start with a groin exercise that should also do some work on your chest as well."

Next thing I know, Dave is pushing her legs apart and cramming his stumpy wanker in her. And he is going to town, just fucking her sadistically rough. Her breasts are flopping wildly and her hair suddenly looks like it hasn't been combed in a year. 

But it was the muffled noises she was making that was getting to me. They weren't screams so much as uncomfortable grunts that were getting higher and higher in pitch. I couldn't tell if she was in pain, in fear for her life, or what, but for me hearing those quiet grunts of hers were one of the worst things I've ever listened to. And I say this as someone who has listened to entire albums of Taylor Swift, please don't ask why.

Dave was so turned on by the whole thing that he only fucked her for a couple of minutes. He abruptly stopped pulled his little stump out of her at the last minute, holding his dick, and feverishly jacking himself off. Then little spurts of green cum shot out of his dick and landed all over her stomach and tits. 

As he stood there dazed and spent, I went over to her, and tried to take off the ball gag. Shit, this was too much. She had been gagged the entire time he was fucking her, and she was probably trying to scream at him to stop. I just stood there the whole time like a dumbfuck and watched it all happen without lifting a single cum-covered finger to help her. And now that her neighbor is convincing her that we're just fucking with her, literally and figuratively, she's going press charges for all the shit we've pulled on her tonight. Hell, maybe the last month. Crap, I should've at least taken a few bondage pictures of her to take with me when I have to become a fugitive.

I finally got that damnable ball out from under her teeth and freed from her mouth. "Are you ok?" is the only thing I could think to ask her right now. Of course she's not ok. She put her sweet, innocent, angelic trust in us and because of that got tied up and fucked ruthlessly. Why would she be ok with that? 

She screamed at the top of her lungs, and as you can imagine she had a huge set of lungs, "THAT WAS FANTASTIC!!!" She was breathing so hard that the chains attached the nipple clamps draped across her sweaty torso were in constant motion. Holy shit, did I say she was a sweet, innocent angel? What I meant is that she was apparently a slutty sex-devil. She had this ridiculous grin on her face like this was the best exercise we had ever done with her. Of course, when she said, "This was the best exercise ever!" that was a big clue to me.

"You didn't mind this exercise?" Jesus, I hope I didn't sound as incredulous as it sounded in my head. Try to act like a professional... whatever it is I'm professional at.

"No, that was soooo intense! I could really feel it in my muscles!" She said, still breathing heavily. "Can you put the... what do you call that... what was in my mouth?"

"Uh... this is... um, you mean... are you referring to the oral stabilizer?" Dave give me a questioning look, like he's wondering if that's the best I can do. I think I'm doing pretty good for this huge fucking curveball being thrown at me, so back the fuck off, you prick.

"Yeah, put the oral stabilizer back on me," she says excitedly. "Can we try doing the Pumpinass exercise this time?" With that, she rolled over and got up on her knees, which wasn't easy with her hands still handcuffed behind her, so that we could fuck her from behind. With her arms shackled, she couldn't hold herself up, so her shoulders were pressed against the bed. Well, they would have been pressed against the bed, but her gigantic tits were preventing her shoulders from quite touching the bed.

So I did as she asked and put the oral stabili... I mean, ball gag back on her. And then I started the therap... I mean, I was ready to fuck her awesome pussy... I mean, hoochie... no no no, I meant pussy. Good God, I can't keep track of all this shit.

There she was, kneeling in front of me with her hands shackled behind her back, blindfolded and gagged, ready for me to fuck her from behind. This is one of those moments in life when you wonder if the path that you're on is the one you should be on. Are you the person you want to be? Are you the kind of person you can look at yourself in the mirror and say that you like? Do you want to be the person who does nothing while listening to someone shrieking, not knowing if it was in pain or not? Is this really what you want to be doing? Do you really want to be an asshole liar who is interested only in your own sexual gratification? Looking down at her dripping wet pussy nestled down with that perfect ass, I think the answer is pretty fucking obvious.

I grabbed her hips and thrust my cock in her as hard as I could. Again and again, I pummeled her body as my guttural growls of lust were almost lost amongst her muffled screams of pleasure. I shoved myself into as hard as I could, so much so that I wondered if maybe I was hurting her. But I could feel her spreading her thighs further so that I could go as deep into her as I wanted.

Harder and harder, faster and faster, I kept going. I honestly lost all sense of time and had no idea how long I pounded her body, glistening with sweat. I can't remember much of that particular moment, because it was a haze of pure bliss. By the time I had ejaculated every drop of sweet, sweet cum into her waiting vagina, I had discovered a transcendent joy that even the most devout Buddhist would never achieve in this mortal sphere, it was that fucking peaceful.

Next, Dave rolled her over to fuck her tits. He sat on her stomach and held her two enormous breasts together as tight as he could as he slid his cock in her cleavage. By the point, she had been sweating so much that he didn't even need to spread any oil around. She was still handcuffed and gagged, so it was hard to tell what she thought about it all, but the deep groans she let out sure sounded like she was enjoying it too.

Her breasts were so sweaty, however, that he had trouble holding them tight enough, so I actually had to help hold her tits for him. The soft skin of her enormous chest was sweaty and slimy so I really had to dig my fingers deep into her flesh in order to hold those massive jugs of hers still. I will say that of all the bizarre experiences I have had in my life, holding a pair of large breasts so that someone else could fuck said large breasts is hands down in my top ten list of strange events.

It took several minutes, but Dave had finally reached his climax and cum spewed all over her chest and face. Some of it made it to my forearm, which I will tell you was not appreciated on my part. But I have to be honest, holding her tits all that time somehow made it worth it.

Next I sat on the bed and helped maneuver her so she was sitting on top of me and could lower herself on top of my cock. The tip of my penis could sense how wet and sticky her pussy was, and she softly gyrated her hips around and let my cock penetrate her. Since her hands were shackled behind her back, she had to tighten the muscles of her pussy around my throbbing cock. 

I couldn't really see her face behind the blindfold and ball gag, but I think she was cooing in pleasure. Or maybe she was gurgling. No, I think cooing is right. She slid up and down a few times, I guess to make sure that she was in a good position. But after a minute, she started bouncing up and down on top of my cock, grunting every time she came down on me. She was slamming herself down on top of me so vigorously that her tits would slap me to the point of giving me a concussion. Like I'm going to object.

She kept humping me, faster and faster. I couldn't hear her with the gag on, and her hands were cuffed behind her back, so I couldn't tell what she was feeling. But her breathing became more and more intense as my cock exploded with jism inside her. She kept going for another minute, slamming down on me again and again, each thrust more brutal than the one before, until finally her entire body shuddered and jerked. I could feel her body relax and all the negative energy was just pouring out of her. No wait, that's just my cum pouring out of her pussy.

I have to say it was a good thing she was blindfolded, though, because at that point Dave tried to bring out some dildos and silk whips, so I wrestled him to the ground to pry that crap out of his hands. I'm not saying I'm against using those things in general, but Jesus, hadn't we done enough for one night? It was getting late and believe it or not I do have to go back to work tomorrow. I'd say the same for Dave if he actually did any work.

Anyway, I figured we had all had enough at this point, although I'm sure Dave would completely disagree with me. But I don't care, we'd done enough, he had his little fun, and it was time to call it a night. "I think that's enough for one session," I told her. "Let me get these off of you."

Dave tried to hold me back several times, but somehow I managed to take all the cuffs and blindfolds and everything off of her, even with him hanging on my shoulders and arms. She said, "I really enjoyed our session tonight." My god, she's practically beaming. I had no idea she was into all this bondage shit. "Can the two of you come back over tomorrow night and do it again?"

"We'd be delighted to!" Dave exclaimed before I could say anything. Jesus, now HE'S the one beaming. Everyone around here is fucking beaming everywhere. So what's up with me? Why aren't I beaming? It's not like I'm some puritanical saint or anything, so why do I act like I have something shoved up my ass about all of this? What's wrong with me?

"You can leave your duffel bag here if you want" Tash said, trying to be helpful. "You know, so you don't have to carry it back and forth." Dave nodded his head up and down. And what I mean is that his head looked like a bobblehead on speed. The way he was staring at her chest, I think he would have given her the keys to his car right then and there. Wait, his car is a piece of shit. His liver, yeah that's a better metaphor. "Thank you again! I'll see you tomorrow!" she smiled as she shut the door behind us.

Dave started dancing in the hallway so I had to shove him into the elevator before anyone else saw us. Of course, there was a young woman in there already, and she rolled her eyes and watched us contemptuously all the way to the lobby.

In the parking lot, Dave started in on his jig again. "Didn't I tell you? Did I not fucking tell you how awesome that would be?" And now he's pretending to spike a football. Or is he hitting a carnival bell tower game with a huge hammer? No actually, he's just pointing at the ground. What the fuck kind of dance is he doing? It's like Baryshnikov and MC Hammer had some mutant kid that was dancing like a fucking freak.

I take a deep breath and say, "It's over."

Dave stops and looks at me incredulously. "What? What are you talking about? That was great!"

"I told you not to get that fucking bag out and you did it anyway." Yeah, don't think I'm letting that go. You're unreliable and a loose cannon, and it's time to cut you off.

"But she's the one who asked me about it. You can't just do that! That's not for you to decide!"

"No, it's over. That was fucking reckless and foolish and you're going to ruin everything! Look, I let you come over twice already, and that's two more times than anyone else at work let you do anything. I've been a friend, ok? You got laid... I don't even want to know how many times. But come on, enough is enough. I can't take the risk anymore. Period."

"But... she didn't mind... I... you..." Oh my god, is he blubbering? Is a grown man actually crying like a big bawling baby because I won't let him fuck the woman with big tits anymore? Wait, on second thought that actually makes total sense to me.

Don't back down now, stand firm. "Don't you dare think about coming back over here, or I swear to God I will kick your ass. Do you get me?" I stared at him as though I were Clint Eastwood, Chuck Norris, and Steven Segal all in one.... Holy shit, I'm getting old, every example of exaggerated manhood that I can think of is a member of AARP now. I can't come up with any more modern examples? Jesus, I need to go see some movies. Hold on, don't lose focus.

"Yeah... I get you." He wiped his face and slowly shuffled back to his car. Before he got in, he called out, "Wait, what about my bag?" 

Christ, I forgot about that stupid fucking bag. "I'll get it for you tomorrow."

"No you won't," he looks at me angrily. Well, the way a chipmunk might look at you angrily. "You'll use it with her."

"Dave, in case you didn't notice, I didn't want that bag in there. I said I'll get it for you and I will." 

"Sure you will." He got down into his car dejectedly and I could hear his piece of shit car playing crappy Top 20 hip hop as he drove away, leaving a cloud of smoke behind him. I got into my car and started it up as well. I take a few breaths and look for a source of inner peace inside me, but all I can think about is how my exhausted cock feels like every molecule of cum has been squeezed out of it. I turn on the radio and listen to another shitty Taylor Swift song as I drive down the road.

I know I did the right thing with Dave, I had to kick him out. And I feel bad. Not about kicking him out, I feel bad knowing that I'm going to have to listen to his whiny shit for the next month begging me to change my mind. Oh, and to get that stupid duffel bag back to him. I know I'll get that fucking bag of god knows what back to him, of course I will. 

Eventually.



The Bra Salesman Ch. 06



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Chapter 6: The Study

What the fuck is wrong with me? Yeah yeah, I know people have been asking that about me for a long time, but I'm serious. Something is drastically wrong with me and I have no idea what it is. I'm on my way over to Tasha's right now, and I've had this weird feeling for several days now like I'm sick and rundown with a tightening around my heart. So as I'm walking over to Tasha's, I'm going through the last few days in my mind trying to figure out what might be going on. I mean, other than a severe need to be institutionalized for moral depravity.

That last session with Dave ended four days ago, and I swear every fucking day he gives me an earful about how much he wants to fuck her again, about how sorry he was for how he behaved, and could he please please please please fuck her again, blahbeddy blah blah blah. He even tried to buy me lunch the other day, which coming from a cheap bastard like him meant he was really trying to suck up to me.

But is that what's making me feel so weird now? Is that what's wrong with me? Y'know, I have to be honest with myself, cutting Dave off wasn't really about Dave. I mean, yeah I didn't want to keep taking those reckless risks, but it's more than that. Or is it? No, that's not what's wrong with me. But I don't know what it is. God, I'm less decisive than a teenager picking out what shirt to wear.

So what is wong? I mean, I'm taking advantage of her and fucking her every chance I get, and I let Dave take advantage of her as well. So why don't I want to let him fuck her again? What's the big deal? She's got enough tits for both us, that's for sure. And her ability to fuck both of us together simultaneously is nothing but extraordinary to the point of weirdly paranormal. Yeah, that bondage stuff was a little dangerous in terms of the whole scam. But the fact is, she really liked it and wanted to do it again. So why the hell don't I? What's the big deal with the two of us fucking her?

Something's going on with me and I'm not sure what it is. Ok, keep going through the last few days, I've still got some time before I get to Tasha's. Let's see, Dave's last night was four days ago. The next evening after that I went to Tasha's and sat down on the couch with her and said, "Y'know, Tasha, you have made such amazing progress with these exercises that I don't think we need to continue with the super-duper ultimate-radical therapy sessions with Dr. Cooper anymore." And thank you oh so much Dave for forcing me to hear the phrase "super-duper ultimate-radical" spew out of my own mouth.

"Oh, ok." She seemed surprised but wasn't all that upset about Dave not coming any more. "So... we're done with the therapy?" I think she's concerned that maybe we were stopping the therapy too soon.

"No, we still have work to do. I just don't think the more rigorous intervention is justified anymore."

"Ok, I have to say I'm a little relieved. I like Dr. Cooper, but boy he can be rough sometimes!" I don't blame you, after seeing that his idea of sex is pounding away at a woman's pussy as hard as he can until the blood vessels on his forehead burst. "But I really like working with you, Albert. Thank you." She gave me a smile that made me feel warm. "In fact, I wanted to ask you if there was anything I could do for you. For being so helpful."

"Actually, there is something." This is perfect, I had thought of something to get back on track with the whole scam. Since Tasha said she'd been talking to her neighbor, I figured I'd better come up with another excuse to do what we're doing, because the longer these "exercises" go on, the less sense they make. Like they made a whole lot of fucking sense to begin with. Still, I had an idea about where to go next. "I'm going to be giving a talk at a lingerie symposium in a few months on how different types of fabric can have an effect on a person's libido. But although I have read all the literature, I want to have a particular example I can use, a series of personal anecdotes, so to speak. So I wanted to ask you if you would be willing to put on different lingerie each night before we did our exercises and rate how aroused you feel and how willing you are to have sex."

In preparation I had gotten some sets of lingerie in her size, and now I pulled one out for her to look at. She gave me a great big smile, snatched the lingerie from my hands, kissed me on the cheek, and walked into the other room to put it on for me. I don't know why she felt the need to get dressed in another room, it's not like I hadn't seen her naked a thousand times already, but I guess she wanted to do this properly in the name of science or something.

When she walked out, I was suddenly unable to speak coherently. I mean, even more so than usual. I had given her a dark-blue polyester bra and panty set that didn't have very much ornamentation on them but had less cloth than typical lingerie. Her massive breasts were pressed together and formed a line of cleavage that seemed to run forever up her chest. The thong panty was so low in her crotch that some tufts of her pubic hairs peeked out of the top, and it didn't even bother to try to cover up her perfectly round ass.

I gulped and said something profound like, "Wow. You look amazing!" She blushed and said thanks. "So," I continued in the most professional voice I could muster, "on a scale from 1 to 10, how aroused do you feel?"

"I would say 8." Holy shit, she was so sexy. I can't stop looking at her smile. No, that's not true. It's not her smile my eyes are glued to.

"And, uh, how willing would you be to have sex?" Shit, why am I so nervous?

"Right now, I'd say about 4." Her chin dropped a little and then she looked at me intently from under the strands of blonde hair draped across her face. "Is that it? Is that the information you needed?"

"Well, yes," I said, "but it would really help if I could see first-hand just how aroused you are."

"What do you want me to do?"

"If you don't mind me rubbing the lingerie against your nipples," I said, licking my lips and putting my hands on the fabric of her bra, "I can examine how that affects your level of arousal and add that data to my research statistics."

"Oh sure, go right ahead!"

As I massaged her heavenly breasts, I asked, "Does this help with your level of arousal?" Because I have to tell you, I find this amazingly helpful to the erection in my pants right about now.

"It certainly does," she told me. "I'd rate this about a 6 now." Did her apartment just turn into a sauna? Or is it just me? 

"And what about this?" I reached down and stroked the fabric of her panty. She leaned in and moaned softly in my ear, "And now it's a 10." 

"I see," and then gulped audibly, which made her giggle.

"So that's what you needed for your research?" she asked while taking a step backwards.

"The numerical ratings are all very helpful," I said smiling but a little sadly, "but collecting some qualitative data would be enormously helpful." Normally this is the time when I would worry about going too far, failing miserably, blah blah blah. But I think the time for worrying about that is long past.

"Oh sure, I..." her smile morphed into a look of confusion, "uh, what does that mean?"

"Well, it means measuring your level of moistness, how engorged your bosom becomes, the time it takes to stimulate you into orgasm, your willingness to give oral pleasure, things like that." I've seen the wide-eyed look of shock on your face before, don't worry I've got plenty of bullshit ready to go.

"Hrmm... that all sounds kind of... y'know... like sex." You bet your smooth, round, scrumptious ass it is.

"Oh it definitely is, and I don't want to make you uncomfortable. But given the intensity of our exercises up to this point, I had hoped you would be amenable to supporting this scientific endeavor. Remember, this isn't sexual per se, rather this about collecting a series of data points that will maximize the scientific benefit of the study and establish a baseline that all future research could be based upon." I told you I had a shitload of bullshit ready to... wait, that was a stupid metaphor, shitload of bullshit. Never mind, just keep going.

She thought about it for a second, "Well, since it's all for science and it's not about sex, then that's ok." And with that, she hugged me and wrapped her supple legs around me as I carried her into the bedroom and threw both us down on the bed. 

I unclasped her bra as she tore my shirt off, then I pulled her thong off as she clawed at my pants. We were like a blur of teenager arms trying to take off our own clothes and the other's clothes and not knowing what to do first. But it didn't take long before all our garments were aimlessly scattered across her bedroom floor and furniture.

She spread her legs wide apart as I put my throbbing cock into her wet pussy and began slowly sliding in and out of her. She groaned in pleasure as I bent down and bit her erect nipple. Within minutes, I was squeezing her breasts as hard as I could and thrusting forcefully into her dripping wet cunt.

But right before I climaxed, she slid out from under me and playfully pushed me down so that my back was leaning against the headboard. She turned around and straddled me, with her back to me, and slid her moist pussy over my erection. She then proceeded to bounce up and down on top of my cock as hard as she could. She gasped each time she came down as her breasts shuddered uncontrollably from side to side.

I watched in amazement as this gorgeous goddess with gargantuan gazongas pummeled my cock for a few minutes. Yeah yeah, sometimes I talk in alliteration when I'm horny, like I fucking care. All I'm saying is that it took a few moments before my wad of jism exploded inside her. 

She kept humping my still erect dick for another minute before she let out a groan of contentment and slowed down. Now that we were both finished, she leaned back, rested against my body with a smile on her face, and let me play with her tits for a long time as my drained cock slowly deflated.

That was the first night of my "research," and I guess I should use air quotes around that. Well, you're reading this, so I guess I can use actual quotes. At any rate, that was fucking terrific, so nothing wrong there. 

What about the second night? Let's see, next I brought her a dark purple negligee that barely extended down to her thigh with no additional bra or panty. She eagerly put it on as I casually looked at the pictures and diplomas she had on the wall, as well as all the photographs she had spread throughout. When she came back out, I asked her about her level of arousal and willingness to have sex. She answered me as she led me over to her bedroom. "Let's see, I would rate my arousal at... 5. And my willingness to have sex at... hrmm, I'd say 9." And with that she pushed me down on top of her bed so I was lying down. 

"And... uh.. how about your willingness to perform... oral stimulation?"

"Oh, I would rate that as very high. Like a 9. Do you need me to show you?"

"It would be helpful, if you don't mind." I watched her bend over me and grab my penis. She smiled as she rubs up and down a few times, and I became nearly erect. Then she leaned over, her hair falling over her head and onto my stomach, and I felt her put her soft, wet lips around the tip of my penis. As she slowly moved her head over the top of my shaft, my erection was complete. 

I reach out and pull her hair to one side so that I can get a good look at her face and what she's doing with that succulent mouth of hers. She moved her head up and down a few more times and I could feel her spittle has moistened my entire cock. 

When she puts her head all the way down so that the tip of my penis is halfway down her throat, I can feel the intense throbbing of my cock against her neck and mouth. Oh my fucking god, she is maestro of cock sucking, and I tell myself that I should make a commemorative plaque that displays that title to give as a gift to her before I remember that is a stupid, fucking idea.

She lifted her head and smiled at me again, and then she climbed on top of me on all fours still wearing her negligee. I reached up and squeezed her tits through the fabric which made her sigh with arousal. Soon she just slid her hips over my crotch and put my already erect cock into her damp pussy. She moaned as she rocked back and forth, and I grabbed her chest to hold her tits steady, which with no bra support were already swinging above me inside her negligee.

After a few minutes, she sat up and pulled the negligee off her beautiful body so she was naked. I tried to reach up to grab her, but she held my hands firmly in hers and kept fucking me. She laughed playfully as I tried to free myself, but I couldn't help but laugh as well. She interlocked her fingers in mine, and I was powerless to free myself. Not that I would, mind you. 

I have stood on mountaintops reveling in the majestic view of a horizon more spectacular than words could hope to describe. I have gazed into a starry night sky so clear that I could visibly see the remnant haze of the entire Milky Way too immense for my mortal brain to comprehend. I have seen works of art that have literally brought me to tears with their beautiful insight of the human soul. So believe me when I tell you that all of this pales in comparison to watching the wondrously huge tits of this woman bouncing in front of me while using her drenched pussy to fuck my throbbing cock. 

She was slamming herself on top of me harder and harder, her thighs slapping against my groin, and breathlessly whispered, "yes" with every plunge. "Yes! Yes!" I wanted to touch her so bad, but with my hands held back, all I could do was watch her, "yes." I watched her skin jiggle with every thrust, "YES!" I watched her tits shudder as she crashed her body into me, "YES! YES! YES!!!" 

Even after I unleashed my load of cum into her, she continued slamming herself down on me harder and harder. I could feel her soft, cum-soaked vaginal walls enveloping my dick and swelling with dampness. I would even say she caressed my dick with jism-covered happiness, and as weird as that may sound, I totally believe at that very moment her happiness was indeed covered in jism.

Within a few minutes, she let out a groan of complete gratification and then collapsed on top of me, and I held her for a long time until her gasping eased into a peaceful sigh of contentment. I know I said "complete gratification" on her part not knowing if that's true or not, but that's what I like to think, so just let me have my moment, ok?

So anyway, is that what's wrong with me now? Nah, that second night of "research" was fucking fantastic, no problem there either. But something is most definitely wrong with me now. I have this weird feeling of dread that I can't shake, this nervousness that screws up my thinking. So something must've happened at some point. Ok, keep going, maybe it'll come to me.

Last night was the third night of my "research," and I gave her a ruby-red bra and panty set with beige-lace trimming that was so thin you could see everything through it. So when she walked in wearing that set, I could see that her dark nipples were erect and I could practically count every hair in her crotch.

As we walked towards each other, I asked her my research questions and she answered, "I give these an 8 in arousal, and a 10 in willingness." When I asked her if she felt especially sexually eager, she said, "Most definitely!" and wrapped her arms around me and pulled me close while I buried my head in her neck and lightly bit her. Ok, maybe it was more than lightly. 

Anyways, she moaned in appreciation, and I ran my hands all over her body. By the time we reached the bed, we were both already naked. I don't even remember how we got each other's clothes off. All I remember is throwing her down on the bed cover and pushing her legs apart to get at that wonderful pussy of hers. I could tell she was already drenched with arousal, so I held her legs apart as I carefully shoved my cock inside her. She didn't resist me at all, in fact she put her arms over her head and let me knead her tits and nipples with my hands as I moved in and out of her wetness.

I squeezed her breasts and held her body down as I shoved myself into her harder. She gasped "ungh" with a huge grin on her face. I shoved into her again even harder, and she screamed, "OHH!" There is something about that sound, that loud "UNGH" that she unleashes when she's reaching orgasm which makes me crazy with... I can't even describe that terrific timbre with a touch of titillating... I told you, I alliterate when I'm horny, get over it.

I let go of her naked chest, already glistening with perspiration, and dug my fingers into her luscious hips so I could propel myself into her as hard as I could. She gasped in appreciation with every thrust, and her breasts shook with each impact.

Within a few thrusts, I heard her scream "UNGH!" in orgasmic pleasure, but I wasn't done yet. I continued to pummel her body, and she wanted me to keep going. As I watched her body writhe and her tits tremble with excitement, she screamed again with another orgasm. This time, I soon followed, as warm cum filled her damp chasm.

She rolled me over so that I was underneath her now. She was on all fours on top of me and she pressed her sweaty breasts against my chest. Then she slid her body down, continually pressing her massive chest against me. She used her hands to push her huge tits into my body and rub them against my skin. She was smiling as she used her breasts this way for a couple of minutes, and then I realized she was giving me a tit massage. For another ten minutes, she rubbed her massive bosom all over the muscles of my appreciative body.

Afterwards I reached up and massaged her tits in return. As I squeezed and tugged on her nipples, she moaned and gasped. I put my mouth on her erect nipples and sucked as hard as I could, and soon she was screaming "YES! YES! YES!" When I felt her entire body tremble and shudder, I realized that she had achieved orgasm simply from my playing and sucking on her tits. I didn't realize she could orgasm through nipple stimulation alone, maybe the tit massage had put her in the mood. At any rate, she collapsed on top of me exhausted and my head was buried underneath her chest.

Yeah, that was REALLY fucking awesome! Three nights of "research" so far, and all of it was fantastic, nothing onerous anywhere. So that's what's happened for the last several days, and I am no closer to figuring out what's wrong with me. Ah well, I'm at her apartment now, so I guess I'll knock and figure this out later. 

She greets me at the door with a smile and invites me in. "Ooooh, what do you have for me tonight?" she asks as she closes the door behind me.

I hand her a set of ivory lingerie with a paisley design. Along with the bra and panty, I give her some ivory stockings and an ivory choker. "Try this on and see what you think." She grinned and went into the back room.

I was idly scanning the books on her bookshelf and admiring the variety of authors when I heard the door open behind me. She walked in wearing the ivory choker and stockings, and nothing else. I gulped audibly as she walked up to me. "You, uh, you forgot the bra and underwear," I said nervously. Good lord, why the fuck am I so nervous? What the hell is wrong with me?

"The underwire was digging into me, so I didn't put them on. I hope this doesn't mess up your research." 

"It's fine, we can discuss how the stockings and choker feel. How aroused do you feel?"

She giggled, "10. But I think it might be because I don't have any other clothes on."




The Bra Salesman Ch. 06



"I see, and how about your willingness to have sex?"

"Oh, I am definitely at 10. Maybe more."

"Really? What do you mean?"

"It's like, we've done all these great exercises over the last few weeks, and they've been great. And after breaking up with my boyfriend, they've been almost as good as having sex. But now that I'm wearing these stockings and nothing else, I just want to have sex. I want to rip the clothes off your body and just have sex for hours and hours. No exercises, no therapy, no anything. I just want to have as much sex with you as possible for as long as possible. I want you to do whatever you want to my body. I want you to kiss me and touch me and do anything you want. That's what I feel right now." 

And then she kissed me. 

During all the fucking and licking and grunting and squeezing we have been doing for a few weeks, not once, not one time did we ever kiss on the mouth. And now that we were kissing, I had no earthly idea why we hadn't done this before. This was not a quick peck on the mouth. No, this was a long, lingering kiss where you could feel every trembling inch of her moist, perfect lips. It was the sort of kiss where you wanted to explore her entire mouth with your tongue and you did. I don't know how much time passed, and I don't know how long we stood there, but we kissed and it was beautiful and magical and spectacular.

FUCK!! I know exactly what's wrong with me now! Goddamnit!! Shit!! I see it now! I am such a fucking idiot!! Now I get it! I'm fucking falling in love with her! How the fuck did I let this happen? What kind of goddamn fucking moron falls in love with a woman he's lying to in order to fuck her pussy? Jesus fucking Christ, I must be the dumbest man alive! I can fuck this woman any time I want, however I want, and what do I do? I fall in love?!? Good Lord, I'm a dolt! No, I'm worse than a dolt, I'm a dolt in love!! That's just fucking perfect! Now I've ruined everything! Oh shit, does this mean I'm going to get a fucking conscience now about what I'm doing? Fuck, this is a disaster!!

But by now, I am too mesmerized by her kiss to think of much else. At some point, our lips break apart and we keep our faces less than an inch apart. I look into her eyes and she is gazing back at me. 

Soon she is ripping my clothes off. I don't mean metaphorically, I mean she grabbed a fistful of my shirt and literally tore it apart. As in, I'm walking out of here later and will shell out additional money to replace the rags wrapped around my neck that I used to call a shirt. But in this moment, I couldn't fucking care less.

We pull off my pants together and it's not long before we are both standing there naked, aside from the stockings hugging her flawlessly curved legs. I can feel her arms around me, and I pull her hips towards me so that our bodies are in as much contact as possible. Then I reach down and kiss her, and we use our hands to explore each other's bodies further.

We don't even make it to the bedroom. Somehow we make it to the couch, I don't even remember how. I honestly can't even tell if I'm on top or she is. Our lips are connected and our bodies are together, so nothing else really matters. My fingers are in her hair, her hands are on my back pulling me close, one of my hands is clenching her ass, her thigh is lifted up into my hip, my teeth are biting her nipple, her breasts are being pushed into my face, my cock is throbbing inside her, her pussy is drenching wet, and together we are writhing on the couch in a single mass of flesh and arms and legs and hair.

She positions herself on all fours on the couch, her elbows resting on the arm of the couch, as I enter her from behind. I gently rub her shoulder with one hand as I use the other to guide her stunning body over my anxious cock. And I don't mean anxious as in full of anxiety, I mean anxious as in so SO ready to fuck.

I can hear her moan as I softly rub the tip of my penis against the nub of her clitoris. I know she's wet already, but I want her to enjoy this. I move myself up and down against her slit, giving a slight nudge inside her every so often. When at last I put my hand on her ass and delicately push myself inside her waiting cunt, she grunts and shakes her hips to help ease me in.

Soon I am moving in and out of her, and she is rocking her body in motion with mine. Her lovely breasts sway underneath her and my mouth waters at the thought of putting my mouth on her huge tits again and covering every inch with my tongue. She shoves her hips backwards into my groin, and she gasps "yes." When she plunges back harder with another "yes," I have to hold her hips so that we don't lose our balance on the couch. 

She is pounding her body back harder and harder into me, slapping her ass against my body, "YES! YES!!" and the veins of my cock are pulsing and filling with cum. "YES! YES! YES!!!" Her blonde hair is flailing wildly now, and she is desperately panting for breath with every scream, "YES! YES!!"

I am ready to climax now, but she slides off my hardened cock before I reach that point. She positions me so I am sitting down on the couch and then she straddles my body and presses her gorgeous chest into my face. I use my hands to lift her tits, and my fingers sink deep into her tender flesh as I wrap my lips around one of her erect nipples. 

I hear her giggle as she pushes her body towards me. Her hips are hovering just over my cock that by now desperately wants to ejaculate, and she teasingly rubs the outside of her pussy around the tip of my penis. I thrust my groin upwards, but she doesn't let me enter her again just yet. You know what's weird? If she had teased me like this a few days ago, it would have annoyed the shit out of me. But now I find myself laughing at her play. Laughing? What the fuck are you laughing about, dickwad? Oh I am in deep deep trouble.

At first I run my tongue over her perky, sensitive nipples and then I suddenly bite down on them, which makes her body shudder with pleasure. I softly lick her tits again before gnawing hard on them again, and her body shakes again. "YES!! YES!!" I take the opportunity to push her hips down and both of us gasp as my cock drives deep into her wetness. "UNGH!" She grinds herself up and down and my dick is grateful to finally feel the heat of her soaking wet cunt again. "UNGH! UNGH!!!" 

Again and again she drives my stiff shaft deep into her "UNGH!!" Her beautiful body is writhing in contentment "YES! YES!! UNGH!" My teeth bite down on her nipples again and she excitedly screams "UNGH!! UNGH!!" smiling and gasping. It doesn't take long before I shoot streams of warm jism deep inside her soft, welcoming pussy. "OOOOOOH!!!"

Both of us sit there panting, feeling my throbbing cock against her soft, swollen vagina, until our heart rates eventually slow down. Her hair is beyond disheveled, and the sweat from our bodies is making us stick to each other as we feel our bodily fluids mixing and blending inside her. We look into each other's eyes and then together press our faces forward and kiss. 

Our lips are barely open, tongues dancing in each other's mouths, crescendoing into a passionate embrace. When our mouths eventually part ways, we smile at each other. "So," I say.

"Yeah," she giggles. She bends her head down and lays it on my shoulder, and I mindlessly twist one of her nipples between my fingers. 

Suddenly she sits up on top of me, my cock losing its erection within the clenched muscles of her pussy, "I hope you don't mind the kiss, I just... I've wanted to do that for a little while. I'm sorry."

I laugh, "You don't have to apologize."

"I just.... You've been so good to me, Albert, helping me with all these exercises. I know it wasn't sex to you, but... well, it's meant a lot to me." Hearing my fake name suddenly makes me feel awful, and thinking of all the lies I've told about the exercises makes me feel even worse. "I hope that doesn't sound weird. I don't want to make anything weird between us. You've been very professional and I... I'm sorry, I don't want to cross any lines." Great, I was feeling really happy there for a second and you had to go and ruin it for me by reminding me what a horrible person I am. Thanks.

I start speaking, "You didn't. I..." Don't you do it, you prick. Do not be a slave to your hormones. You've got the girl, you can fuck her, you don't have to do anything else. You don't need to bring anything stupid like emotions into this equation. "I confess our sessions have meant a lot to me too." God, you are such a fucking slave to your cock. Jesus. 

She smiled, and I find myself feeling all gushy inside. Because you're a fucking hormonal jackass, that's why. But I love seeing her smile. "I'm glad," she says. "In fact, if you ever want to take a break from the exercises and just... you know..." she leans in close and whispers, "fuck," and giggles with a blush. "I'm just saying, I'd be ok with that."

This is the time to stand firm and do not let your emotions run wild here. What are you going to do? Stop the exercises and then do what? What are you going to do that's different from fucking her? What is going to be the difference between the bullshit exercises you've been scamming her into doing and the loving fucking you want to do, huh? What's the difference? And what is she going to do when she realizes they're the same thing? Come on, dickhead, think.

I hear myself reply, "So would I." Oh my god, my brain cells must be located in my sperm because I transform into the stupidest fucking person in the universe after I let those boys go.

I hold her shoulders and push her gently down so she is lying on the couch. "And here is something I have wanted to do for a while," I tell her as I kneel beside the couch and tenderly spread her legs apart. She gasps and smiles and I press my face into her crotch and start licking her wet pussy. 

Y'know, it's weird. During this whole time, I can't count the number of times she sucked my cock or let me fuck her, but not one time did I even think about doing anything like this. God I am a selfish prick. But now that I taste her, I want to bury my face in her hairy crotch for hours. I want to move my tongue up and down and sideways and in and out until she begs me screaming to stop. And then I'll say fuck you, I'm not stopping.

I reach up and start kneading her breasts as my tongue presses against the lips of her juicy cunt. I hear her grunt "ungh" as she spreads her legs farther apart to let me get even deeper. She starts grinding her pelvis around and moaning, so I press down with my elbows to keep her groin in place. She laughs but continues to grin against the bed as my tongue dances around her entire pussy, "UNGH!" her luscious pussy, "UUUNGH!!" her drenching wet, succulent pussy "UUUNNNNNGH!!" 

By now, her body has been converted into a convulsing mass of orgasmic excitement, so I have to use all my strength to keep her from moving, "YES!" I press my tongue as hard as I can against her clit and her body continues to tremble. "YES! YES!!" My hands are spread fingered and gripping her breasts firmly so I can keep her groin still. "YES! UNGH!" Then I thrust my tongue as far into her wet pussy as possible. "YES! YES!! UUNNNGH!!" Her pelvis is still trying to thrash around "UUUNNNGH!" but I manage to subdue her.

Finally I feel her entire body relax and slump into the bed with exhaustion. Her heavy panting causes her considerable chest to move up and down alluringly. I kiss her pubic hair, and then I kiss her navel. I can hear her moaning with appreciation as I slide my tongue up the center of her stomach and into the soft underskin of her tremendous breasts. 

I open my mouth wide and take in as much of her soft mammary flesh as I can, as she arches her back and groans, and then put my teeth around her erect nipples and lightly chew. My hands run up her arms and into her hands, where I interlock my fingers with hers. Then I run my tongue zigzag across her chest and into her neck where I hold her firmly in my teeth.

This is the time when I push my cock, now throbbing with another erection, into her pussy newly flooded with moisture. I can feel how engorged her vagina is as I move inside her, sliding myself in and out of her. In holding myself up over her, the weight of my hands are pinning her down on the bed so that she cannot move, but she doesn't resist in the slightest. 

I pull my head away from her neck and stare at her beautiful face. And then she opens her eyes and gazes back at me grinning. As our bodies slowly grind into each other, we are now moving together, breathing together, holding each other together. I have never seen her smile more, and although I cannot see my own face, I know that no one has seen me smile like this either. 

And yet I know, deep in the pit of my stomach that I am seriously fucked. Yesterday I was "fucking the shit out of her," and today I am "moving together, breathing together." My hormones may be falling sickeningly in love, but I realize that I am falling for someone I have lied to over and over and who doesn't even really know my name or what I do. I know, I know, this is an absolute fucking disaster. As much as I am enjoying this moment, I guaran-fucking-tee this is going to bite me in the ass. Isn't that right, "Albert?"



The Bra Salesman Ch. 07



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Chapter 7: The Confession

Ugh, I've been dreading this. All day long my hands have been clammy, my tongue has been dry, and my stomach feels like it ate several frozen burritos that may or may not have expired sitting in the tepid fridge of an off-highway convenience store that has old rusty gas pumps out front that you can't swipe a credit card on. And right now, I'd prefer eating those crappy burritos compared to what I'm about to do.

Last night I realized I'm falling for Tasha. Fine, I'll go ahead and say it, I'm falling in love with her. As much as I don't want to admit it, I've grown to care about her. And that is probably the worst thing that could have happened to me.

All day at work I've been thinking about what I'm going to say to her tonight. How do I tell her that I'm not actually a bra salesman, that when we met I tricked her into letting me fondle her huge 48-inch breasts and fuck her in the dressing room? How do I say that all the exercises I've been giving her to help her fit into her lingerie, y'know the ones where she sucks my dick and I fuck her in the ass, all of those exercises are totally 100% bullshit? 

Dave kept coming to my cubicle today and asking yet again if he can come over again so the two of us can fuck her again like we did before, but I've just been staring blankly into space. I don't know how to tell her any of this. Things were great before. She was a dim-witted woman with large tits that I could fuck whenever and however I wanted. It was all perfect and fucking spectacular.

And now? Now I'm falling for her. I let myself get goddamned emotionally attached, and now I'm fucked. I've got all these lovey-dovey feelings churning in my chest that are making me feel guilty and are compelling me to come clean to her and tell her the truth. All of it. Every last bit. And it is going to totally suck and I am going to lose the best piece of ass I've ever had.

But then that's the problem. She's no longer a piece of ass, is she? No, now she's someone I care about and that makes me so fucking mad at myself. Why couldn't I just keep fucking this beautiful woman with the perfect body and unbelievable tits and just keep my mouth shut, my cock in her cunt, and my stupid fucking heart out of it? Most guys with a normal operating brain would leave well enough alone and keep fucking the big-breasted woman as long as possible. But noooooo, not me, not stupid asshole me, no I have to get emotional and loving and caring. I am such an idiot.

So I'm knocking on her apartment door and I still have no fucking idea what I'm going to say to her. But the sad fact is I can't keep living like this. I feel like there's the weight around my chest that makes it fucking impossible to breathe, and it's never going to get better until I'm honest with her about who I am and what's been going on.

She's hiding behind the door as she opens it with a big grin on her face like she's happy to see me. Because she is so fucking overjoyed to let this liar into her home and have an asshole like me fuck her and touch her, when I don't deserve any of this. "Hi Albert, come on in!" Hearing my fake name feels like having my forehead stabbed with a butter knife. Don't ask me why it's a butter knife, I have no fucking idea, ok? "Hey, what's wrong?" she asks as she closes the door behind me.

I turn towards her and begin, "Hey, I..." I see now she's wearing some black fishnet stockings and nothing else. Holy fuck, this is going to be even harder than I thought. Go ahead dickhead, tell her everything. "Listen, we need to talk." There it is. That's the phrase that everyone knows is a precursor to some horrible, despicable truth that no one wants to hear. A take a deep breath, trying to formulate the first sentence that I know is going to end our relationship forever. Fuck.

But before I get a chance to continue, Tasha blurts out, "Oh! Wait a minute! Before you tell me, I want to tell you what happened to me earlier today!" She still has this sneaky little smile on her face. Did she not hear what I said? Or does she not know what a phrase like that means?

"You'll be so proud of me, I think all the exercises we've been doing are really working! Remember that car repair shop that said that they require a blowjob whenever they give an estimate?" You mean the perverted assholes who have been taking advantage of your naiveté and lying to you just like I have been? I can think of a lot of words I'd use to describe them, but I won't because they're rubber and I'm fucking superglue with a liquid bonding shellac surrounded by a pasty adhesive. Or something like that.

"Well, they called me a few days ago and said that according to their schedule, my car needed to be serviced again. So I brought the car in today, and when they lifted the hood, they immediately noticed that my car needed some lubrication." Oh crap, is this a long story? I wanted to get this out before I lose my nerve. Shit, she's not stopping.

"But then they found out that they were all out of lubricant at the shop and that I would have to wait three weeks until the new lubricant came in. And I told them I couldn't wait three weeks for my car!" Oh no, I do not like where this is going.

"So they told me that for some cars, semen can work as a good lubricant, but they needed my help to get their semen out. So I was happy to help them get my car working again so I didn't have to wait three weeks." Ok, I'm definitely starting to understand why your old boyfriend got frustrated with you.

"They gave me a tiny collection jar and I got on my knees and started giving two of the workers hand jobs, but they told me that was going to take too long and that I needed to give them blowjobs. Well, I wasn't thrilled, but of course I did it so I could get my car fixed. So I'm going back and forth between the two of them sucking as hard as I could." This story would have really turned me on a few days ago, but now that I actually care about her, this is really pissing me off. 

"And just when one of them is about to cum, he grabs my head and holds in place so I can't move and all his... y'know, spunk shoots into my mouth. When he's done, I tried to dribble as much as I could into the jar, but it was hard to see and most of it ended up on my chest." I feel like I should say something, but of course I can't. I didn't say anything about these pricks the first time she told me about this repair shop, so what am I going to say now?

"So then I start sucking on the other guy, and I can tell he's ready to... y'know, and he does, but I kept missing the jar and I didn't catch hardly any. Most of it ended up all over my face and chest." Oh my god, my cock is throbbing and ready to burst out of my crotch.

"I apologized for not being very good at catching. I grabbed a rag to wipe off their sperm and put it in the jar but then it turns out that none of their rags work on semen. So I had to lift my boobs up and lick as much of it off of me as I could." That's right, nonchalantly move your pants around so your stiff dick has some room to maneuver.

"The good news is that there were four more workers there that day, so I get some more chances to catch more semen. One guy says he doesn't like blowjobs and can only produce semen when... y'know, doing a woman from behind."

"I really want to get all the semen I can for my car, so of course I get on all fours and let him do my from behind while I give the other guy a blowjob." Oh Lord, my cock is so hard now it's painful. 

"Unfortunately they both came at almost the same time, so I couldn't get any semen from the guy in back of me. But I caught a lot of semen in my mouth and dripped it all in the jar." Maybe if I hold on to my dick through my pocket, I can keep it from rupturing my zipper.

"The lead mechanic said I still didn't have enough in the jar yet, so he called over his last two workers. They wanted to do the same thing, have one person do my from behind while I give a blowjob to the other. And I get on all fours again and was willing to do that again." I don't know what's making me hornier, listening to this story of hers or watching her tell it while standing there naked wearing nothing but black stockings. 

"But after I put the one guy's... y'know, thing in my mouth, the other guy completely misses my hoochie and he's in my butt instead! Can you believe it?" Oh, I can believe it, I know how wondrous your ass feels.

"I tried to say something, but of course I have the other guy's thing in my mouth. You think the guy behind me would know that he was in my butt, but apparently he didn't because he just kept on going." Oh my god, I think I'm going to cum in my pants. Quick, think about depressing things.

"It made me really sore, but at least he shot his spunk pretty quick. It was hard holding the jar under me while giving a blowjob, so I don't know exactly how much I collected." Horrible, terrible things. Death. Paying taxes. Getting a root canal. Sweet merciful heavens, just look at her body.

"But you would have been proud of me, I really started sucking hard, I mean really REALLY hard. I could hear the guy groaning really loud, so I knew it was working. He grabbed my head as well, but I kept right on sucking as hard as I could."

"He also shot his load into my mouth, but I hardly swallowed any at all and I managed to get nearly all of it into the jar. I had to lick a couple of drops off my boobs, but it wasn't very much." Drops of cum on your tits? I am so going to shoot a load in my pants right now.

"So long story short, the mechanic at the repair shop said that I did manage to get enough semen into the collection jar and I can pick up my car tomorrow! He also said that I looked great in my underwear and they really appreciated my help, so I think all the exercises we've been doing have really worked great. Isn't that great?" Please oh please tell me this story is over, I don't know how much more I can stand.

"He did say something about needing to get some more lubricant next week for the back tires, but he would call me about that in a few days." Note to self, make sure she gets a jar of your cum to take to those pricks so that she won't have to... oh, who am I kidding? She's going to get talked into it one way or another.

"But anyway, you were starting to tell me something before I went on and on with my boring story. What were you saying?" Oh right, how I need to confess that I'm a complete douchebag and that telling you all the lies I've been telling are going to make you hate me forever. Yeah, I almost forgot.

Um, hello? Hey asswipe, it's been a fucking eternity. Standing in her apartment and not saying anything is kind of creepy and stupid. It's like you're just waiting here with this weird look on your face, just spit it out already. Tell the naked woman wearing nothing but sexy stockings what you know you have to. Be a man and do what's right for once in your miserable life. Just say it already.

But she breaks the silence first, "Hey Albert, if you want to tell me later, that's ok. There's something I want to show you." Oh Jesus fucking Christ, you coward, grow a pair and just tell her what you need to. "Ever since last night, I've been thinking about this, and... well... I wanted to... here, I'll show you." Why is she bounding over to her closet and pulling something out? And why does she have to look so fucking incredible as she does it? 

"I was hoping you and I... well, I..." she's holding a duffel bag that looks vaguely familiar. With a giggle, she says "Gosh, this is embarrassing. I just... it's been months since... I really wanted... was hoping... you and I... maybe we could use some of this... like we did the other night." Good Lord, what the fuck is she talking about? I hope a coherent sentence is coming along any minute now.

And then I remember where I saw that duffel bag. That's the bag that my coworker Dave brought over the other night, when he was posing as Dr. Cooper who had some... what did he call it? "Super-duper ultimate-radical therapy" to help her. And then he opens up this duffel bag full of handcuffs and blindfolds, and ball gags and nipple clamps and dildos and whips and who knows what else. Oh my god, that's right! She fucking loved that! After a night of fucking her every way humanly possible, she said she wanted to do more of that! 

NO! No no no no no no, I can't! I can't keep lying to her! I have to come clean and tell her what I've done and oh shit she's pulling out the handcuffs and smiling sheepishly. Or maybe that's her seductive face, I'm not sure. Oh dear god, now she's biting the stem of the whip and taunting me with her naked body. Ok, that's definitely her seductive face. NO! No, I've got to tell her everything that I've been oh Jesus, now she's swinging the nipple clamp chain around her finger, her bare breasts slightly jiggling with the motion, and laughing. "So? What do you say?"

Lord, I have to know, is this some type of cosmic, karmic trial to see just how honest a person I am and to see if I truly want to change my depraved ways of lying deceptions and become a better man? Because if that's what this is, if this is some sick, twisted test of yours, I need to go on record right now and let You know that ever since middle-school I have incontrovertible and immutable proof that I am in fact fucking horrible at tests. "Hop on the bed and you put on the blindfold and I'll help you with the handcuffs."

She claps her hands gleefully and runs into the bedroom, pulling the blindfold over her eyes as she jumps on the bed and lands on her knees. Wow, she is really giddy about doing this! I don't know where this is coming from, but I will fall on my goddamned knees later and thank every god that does or might exist for bringing this angel into my life. And by angel, I mean a woman with enormous tits and a sluttish fixation on bondage. I think I'm even more in love with her now.

I follow her into the bedroom carrying the duffel bag. I put some items on the bed and then get on my knees behind her on the bed. Abruptly I pull the bands on the blindfold so that they tighten over her eyes. She didn't realize what I was going to do so she gasps with surprise. 

I lean into her so that my mouth is pressed against her ear and whisper, "Now you have to do everything I tell you, understand?" Since she likes bondage, I figure she would enjoy playing the role of the helplessly subservient girl. The way she is eagerly grinning and nodding her head makes me think I'm right.

"Put your hands behind your back and don't say another word," I murmur and she immediately obeys. From behind her, I reach around and sink my fingers into the soft flesh of her breasts and rub them gently.

"Are you going to be good?" I ask. She giggles and nods. 

"Are you going to be bad?" She playfully pouts and shakes her head. 

"Because you know what happens if you're bad, right?" Suddenly I grab her erect nipples and stretch them outward which makes her gasp and arch her back. 

I take the handcuffs that she'd been holding onto and snap them into place around her slender wrists. I tighten them to the point where they are pressing against her skin without causing too much pain. This pair of cuffs has an adjustable chain that I yank hard, which presses her wrists together and causes her shoulders to move back and her massive chest to jut out even more.

"Now you're mine," and I pull her hair back and clamp my teeth on her neck. With her blindfold on, she has no idea what I'm going to do or when, so she gasps in startled surprise when I bite down hard on her erect nipple, and then she immediately starts moaning.

"You belong to me," and I remove one hand from her breasts and press it into her groin and stroke her already damp pussy, "every part of you." She spread her legs a little to give me more access to her. "And I will do whatever I want." 

I forcefully plunge two fingers into her drenched twat and she grunts with pleasure "UNGH!" Her vagina swells with wetness and I move around inside her. She grinds her pelvis to help me push deeper inside her as she moans in approval.

From the pile of items on the bed, I grab the nipple clamps and chain. I quickly examine the tiny metal clamps and assume that the small jagged edge of the clips can't hurt that much. But when I hear her yelp as I attach one of the clamps onto her stiffened nipple, I figure they must be more painful than they look.

In fact, she's holding her breath and clenching her lips, so I whisper in her ear, "Do you want me to attach the other clamp?" Immediately she nods her head, even as she keeps gritting her teeth and breathing quickly through her nose. I clamp the other end on to her remaining nipple, and she loudly whimpers and sniffles.

The loose chain between her breasts drapes below her navel, and I grab a hold of the chain and lightly pull down. She throws her head back and opens her mouth wide with a piercing sob, but then immediately presses her mouth shut. "Are you ok?" I ask. I mean, this is all fun and games, I don't really want her to be uncomfortable.

"It hurts," she whispers, "but in a good way. I like it." I see a single tear emerge from under her blindfold and run down her cheek.

I rub her chest some more, being careful to avoid tugging on the clamps or chain. She moans in appreciation as I softly kiss her neck and run my tongue down the long veins of her throat. 

Without warning I push her down face first into the bed. She gasps and laughs at the same time, still blindfolded with her hands shackled behind her, as I position her ass so that her legs are spread wide, her pelvis is up in the air, and her head and torso are lying down on the bed. 

I press my throbbing cock into the moistness of her clit and move it around a little, which made her moan again. At first I softly press the tip of my penis in and out of her slit as I hold her firm, round ass still. Then I rapidly shove my cock into her as hard as I could, and she gasped. Slowly I pull myself out and rub the tip of my penis around her outer lips again. Suddenly I forcibly plunge inside her again, and she whimpered with pleasure. 

She wiggled her ass a little, as if she were trying to entice me to fuck her from behind right then and there. As if I needed any more enticement. I grabbed her hips and pulled her back as I shoved my cock forward as hard as I could. She screamed, "UNGH!"Again and again, I hammered at her, "UNGH! UNGH!" and soon she was gasping for air and yelping at a high-pitch that only certain mammals could hear, me not being one of them. "OOOOOH!"

The muscles of her buttocks shook with every impact of my thrusts, "UNGH!" and I could see the sides of her massive breasts shaking underneath her "UNGH! YES!" as her whole body shuddered every time I rammed myself into her. "UNGH!" 

Her pussy was soaking wet by now, and the pillowy walls of her vagina were so swollen I could barely shove myself into her tight cunt. "YES! YES!! UNGH!!" But I continued driving myself into her body as hard as I could "UNGH!" over and over until her body trembled in orgasmic pleasure. "UNGH! UNGH! UNGH! UUUUUNNGH!"

I hadn't come yet, so I didn't stop pummeling her defenseless body, "UNGH!" and she kept crying out with excitement. "YES! YES!!" I felt my own cock swell with cum "UNGH!" and I knew I was about ready to cum. "UNGH! UNGH! UNGH!" 

I dug my fingers into her back and ass and gyrated my body faster and faster, "UNGH! UNGH! UNGH! UNGH! UNGH! UNGH!" My pelvis was a jackhammer blur of thrusts "UNGH! UNGH! UNGH! UNGH!" and I heard her let out a long, orgasmic wail."UUUUUUNGH!" 

My cock exploded with jism, coating the inside of her vagina with my warm, sticky cum. I slowed down and felt my own heart beating like I'd run a marathon. I heard her panting for air, facedown in the bed, still blindfolded and shackled. As I slowly pulled myself out of her, a few small drops of cum slid out as well and ran down her inner thigh and over her black stockings.




The Bra Salesman Ch. 07



I rolled her over on her back as her chest continued to heave from gasping for air. The chain attached to her nipple clamps shifted from side to side with each breath. "Just because I came," I tell her, "don't think you're done." I grab a dildo off the bed, "After I lube this dildo, I'm going to shove it inside you until you beg me to stop."

"No," she says between pants. "Don't lube it, let me!" And with that, she opened her mouth as wide as possible. If I'm going to fall for someone, I am so fucking glad I am falling for a woman who loves to put cocks in her mouth like a slut.

I carefully put the rubbery penis into her mouth and she instantly starts moving her head back and forth, ravenously sucking on it. Listening to the sounds of her slurping and sucking on the cock-shaped device was suddenly making me extremely jealous of polyethylene. After a minute or two, the dildo is completely covered and glistening with her spittle.

I hold the dildo and circle around her labia for a few times before I press it into her. Even though she is already wet and ready, I want to be sure she can handle the dildo since it is somewhat bigger than my cock, which again makes me jealous of the polyethylene dick.

I slowly move it in and then pull it out, and as her body writhes I can already see that the dildo is coated with a mixture of spittle, cum, and pussy wetness. It slides in easily as I push inside her again, and I hear her moan. As I move the dildo in and out of her, I twist it a little and she arches her back, "ungh."

By now the dildo is thoroughly lubricated, so I plunge it inside her harder, and she welcomes it by spreading her legs further apart. "Ungh!" I am moving the shaft faster and faster as drops of cum and wetness drip out of her pussy "UNGH!" but I am only able to put it in about two-thirds. "UNGH!" 

I force it into her harder with more vigor "UNGH!" and she keeps opening her legs wider. "UNGH!" Her hands are cuffed behind her back as her breasts, glistening with perspiration, shudder with each thrust "UNGH! UNGH!" I plunge it in even harder "YES!" and faster "UNGH!" and with more vigor "YES! YES!" until I get almost all the shaft into her. "YES! UNGH! YES!!" 

Her moist body is squirming with pleasure, and the chain draped between her gigantic tits moves from side to side every time I drive the dildo in her. "UNGH! UNGH! UNGH! YES!" I continue ferociously shoving it in, "UNGH! YES!" brutally hammering at her defenseless body "UNGH! UNGH! YES! OH GOD! YES! UNGH!" until she trembles with orgasm.

But I don't stop. "UNGH! UNGH! OH GOD! UNGH! UNGH!" She arches her back and spreads her legs as far as possible "YES! UNGH! OH MY GOD! YES!" I keep shoving the dildo into her hard "OH GOD! UNGH! YES!" until her sweaty body shudders again with another orgasm. "OH GOD! OH GOD! UNGH! OH GOD! YES!"

But I still don't relent. "UNGH! OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD!" I want to see her cum again."OH MY GOD! UNGH! YES! OH MY GOD!" so I keep pummeling away at her vulnerable pussy "UNGH! UNGH! YES! OH GOD! YES!" until I watch her body thrash and shake wildly with yet another orgasm. "YES! YES! YES! YES! OH GOD! YES! YES! OH GOD!"

Finally I stop and slow down, moving the dildo gently in and out of her a few times before pulling out. She is gasping profusely with beads of sweat dripping down and between her enormous tits rising and falling. She is still blindfolded, so I can't see the look in her eyes, but I can tell from her smile that she is in ecstasy with pleasure. 

I climb on top of her and kiss her lovely mounds of sweaty breast flesh and whisper, "You've been a bad girl." I grab a hold of one of her nipples and slowly twist it. She opened her mouth but no sound came out. "And now," I said releasing her tender nipple, "I'm going to have to punish you." Still panting, she nodded enthusiastically and licked her lips.

I grabbed both her nipples and squeezed the clamps even harder, and she threw her head to one side. I twisted her tits, and her entire body shook and every muscle tensed and quivered. She was wiggling with pain and excitement, tears coming out of her blindfolded eyes, and her massive breasts rippled as she trembled. I finally let go, and she started breathing loudly.

I released the clamps from her nipples, now red and sore, and I gingerly bit them with my teeth. Her body struggled against the shackles behind her back as she arched her back and whimpered. I started sucking her tender nipples as hard as I could, and she cried out in pain. I gnawed and sucked, and her torso was instinctively twisting from side to side, helpless to stop me.

It wasn't long until I relaxed my mouth and softly slid my tongue over her tender nipples and up and down the skin of her breasts. I wandered around her entire chest, always coming back to her nipples and lapping under the clamps on her stiff, erect tips. 

She whispers something to me, but I can't quite hear. So I lean in closer to try to make it out, "punish me."

That was not something I expected her to say, but I decided to go along with it. I mean, I don't know how often a big-tittled woman like this is going to let me handcuff her, so I wanted to get as much out of this as I could. As I put the nipple clamps back on her breasts, I breathlessly ask her, "And how should I punish you?"

She rolled to the corner of the bed and digs around with her face in the pile of stuff until she gets the whip in her mouth with dozens of long, black strands of soft, silk lashes hanging down on one side. She returns to me like a golden retriever that desperately wants me to take the gift from its mouth and throw it again. Only this time, it's a retriever with enormous tits that wants me to whip her.

I help her off the bed and take her to the other side of the room where her closet is. I open the door and see what I'm looking for; a hook at the top of the door. I take off all the dresses hanging there and throw them into the closet. Then I loosen the handcuffs around her wrists behind her back, then turn her around and reattach the handcuffs in front of her. Now I lift her arms over her head and wrap the chain around the hook in the closet. She is still blindfolded, but when she gives a tug, she realizes that her hands are now trapped over her and she is completely defenseless. She smiles and licks her lips when she hears me give a muffled practice snap of the whip.

Now I have to confess, I've never been very comfortable with whipping anyone. And this is coming from someone who has repeatedly lied in order to continuously fuck a woman I didn't know and work it so that a friend could also fuck her. But there is something about whipping that just seems a little, I don't know, savage and cruel. The fact that the lashes on this whip were soft and silky meant that they wouldn't actually hurt like a real whip would. But more importantly, seeing her blindfolded, curvaceous body squirm with delight when the strands of the whip softly slashed across her naked back, her hands tightly handcuffed over her head helplessly, was enough to change my mind for me.

I reared back and brought the whip forward again, and the silky strands beating against her skin made her yelp with pleasure. Again I whipped her, and she cried, "YES!" Over and over the strands of the whip slapped against her back and ass, "YES! YES!" and I watched her wiggle with glee. "YES! UNGH! YES! YES!" 

After a few more times, I saw her back was starting to redden, and I realized that even with such soft strands, the whip must still be hurting her. I was afraid her body might be stinging too much with pain and soreness, so I stopped beating her and asked her, "Are you ok? I see that..."

"DON'T STOP!" she yelled to me as she turned around and bared her immense chest to me. "Punish me!" Her hands were still handcuffed over her head, and her blindfolded body trembled with excitement at having her exposed and vulnerable breasts beaten and whipped. The claws of the merciless nipple clamps dug into her erect nipples as the chain swung between her massive bosoms. Jesus Christ, I've never been with a woman who wanted to be whipped before. Her shouting almost made her seem like a completely different person.

I slapped the whip across her sweaty body and she shrieked with pleasure, "YES! OH GOD!" Repeatedly I pummeled her body, "YES! YES! UNGH! YES" bringing the lashes ruthlessly down on her raw tits and nipples, "YES! UNGH! YES! YES!" until I saw them swelling with a painful redness. "YES! YES! OH GOD! YES! OH GOD! YES! UNNNNGH!" I had never seen anyone orgasm from a whipping, but goddamn that's what she did.

I walked up to her and grabbed her breasts, and her shackled body twisted in the kind of pain that I could tell she found pleasurable. I leaned down and licked the sweat from between her incredible tits as I pushed two fingers into her cum-soaked pussy and felt it drenched with wetness and swollen with arousal.

After I unwrapped her handcuffs from the hook on the wall, I led her back to the bed still blindfolded and threw her down on her back. Her hands landed over her head and I knelt between her thighs. One more twist of her clamped nipples made her cry in pain, but the smile on her face let me know she enjoyed it. I pushed her legs apart and pressed my erect cock against her cunt, still soaked with sweat and cum. 

My god, you would think after weeks of constantly fucking this amazing woman repeatedly and relentlessly that my penis at some point would give up, tell the rest of my body to go fuck itself, and wilt away in protest from all the nonstop usage. But my brain and hormones profusely thank my persistent cock once again hardens into a stiff, ready-to-fuck shaft. 

I slide my dick in and out of her a few times as I listen to her moan with satisfaction. I can feel the muscles around her pussy tightening around my ecstatic cock as I nibble on her tender tits that writhe every time I bite my teeth on her reddened skin. My mouth is full of so much of her breast flesh that I barely taste the steel clamps still clutching her raw nipples.

I shove my cock hard into her, and she gasps in pleasure, "UNGH!" already aroused from the whipping. Each time I thrust hard into her, she moans with encouragement, "YES! YES! UNGH! OH GOD! OH GOD!" Soon I'm hammering myself as hard as I can into her, "UNGH! UNGH! UNGH! UNGH!" as the chain on her enormous tits shakes from side to side, "YES! OH GOD! OH GOD! YES! YES! UNNNNNGH!" 

She lets out a high-pitched scream in orgasm, but I haven't released my load yet, so I continue to pound her helplessly shackled body, "UNGH! UNGH! UNGH! UNGH! YES!" I grit my teeth and growl like an animal as she keeps screaming "YES! YES! UNGH! YES! UNGH!" 

I can feel myself ready to cum, so I grab one of her tits and squeeze hard, "YEEEEES! UNGH! UNGH! UNGH!" trying to maintain my balance on top of her as best I can. "UNGH! UNGH! UNNNNNGH!" I give a few more thrusts and then feel the streams of jism shooting into her warm pussy.

Exhausted, he laid down on top of her as the two of them gasped for air. She was still blindfolded and handcuffed, and with him pressing down on her breasts, he tried to be careful not to move and twist the clamps still embedded in her erect nipples. After they caught their collective breath, he eased his cock out of her and rolled over on his back beside her on the bed.

"Thank you SO much!" she said with a dazzling smile as he slid the blindfold off her eyes and over her head. "I have been desperate to do that with someone for months now. I begged Jack to whip me, but he always refused. I didn't think I'd find anyone I trusted enough to do that with," and then she turned her head and looked directly into my eyes. "Until now."

As I took the handcuffs off of her hands and massaged her wrists, I knew I had to come clean. I had already cum so many other ways, after all. "Tasha," I stammered. I hate this, I finally found a woman I like. And by that, I mean a woman with huge breasts that will not only let me fuck her continuously for weeks but who apparently has an insatiable fetish for bondage. And she is looking at me, tell me how much she trusts me. Now I have to tell her how untrustworthy I really am. This totally, completely, absolutely, royally, utterly sucks. 

"Tasha, I have something I need to tell you," Damn it, I wish she would stop looking at me with such huge, adorable eyes. "Something I have to confess."

"It's ok," she giggled, "I already know." What? She knows? You mean, I've been wracked with guilt about how I've been lying to her when in fact she has seen through me this whole entire time? "You don't have to be shy! I've done the same thing!" Ok, clearly we are not talking about the same thing. 

I guess my face must have shown some confusion, because she kept going. "You know!" and then she whispers to me, "Sometimes I orgasm too when we did our exercises together!" She gave me a play slap on my arm, "I've told you that! So it's ok! I don't mind that it's happened to you too!"

"No, it's not that... I mean, yes I have orgasmed... but that's not what I wanted to tell you." I leaned down and pressed my head between her gorgeous breasts and took a deep breath.

"Then what is it?"

Here it is. Finally. The moment of truth. The moment where I actually tell her the truth. I hate this, I fucking hate it. But I feel like my heart is going to sink into a pit of despair if I don't tell her. Just tell her now. Just do it.

"Albert? Is everything ok?"

Go ahead! What the fuck are you waiting for?!? Tell her your name is not Albert! Tell her you've never been a bra salesman! Tell her there's no such thing as lingerie exercises! Get this goddamn fucking burden off your back! You can't live like this, you have to fucking tell her what a fucking liar you are! 

"What did you want to tell me?"

"I.." Yes, I know those eyes of hers are full of innocence and affection and trust in you. "I..." Yes, she is looking at you expectantly because she believes in you, she has faith in a schmuck like you. "I haven't been completely honest with you."

"What do you mean?"

I mean fucking everything! Tell her!! "What we've been doing... these exercises... I..." Goddamnit, will just fucking tell her already? "They're not real. None of this is real. I've been lying to you from the start."

"Albert?"

"I've never been a bra salesman, these exercises are all bullshit, the other doctor I brought in isn't a doctor, everything I've told you from day one isn't true at all." Oh shit, here it goes.

"Albert?"

"My name isn't Albert, it's really John. I'm a complete fraud. I am an asshole liar who has taken advantage of you. I'm a horrible, despicable, conniving, scheming fake. And Dave wasn't a doctor, he was a coworker of mine I let come over." I can't believe it, I'm finally telling her! I'm actually telling her the truth! Don't stop!

"What are you saying?"

"But the truth is that I've come to care for you and I can't keep doing this to you. I'm sorry, I don't want to hurt you, but I can't keep lying. I want you to know the truth and I hope you can find it in your amazingly wonderful heart to forgive me. Please, I beg you, please!" 

Oh my god, I did it! I really did it! And that felt so good, to finally stop the lies. My heart feels like a huge weight has been lifted. My lungs are actually filling with air for the first time in what seems like days. My body even feels lighter. She probably hates me, but I am convinced this is for the best, and I am so glad that I told her.

"Albert, I couldn't hear a word you said with your face pressed into my boobs. Could you repeat all that?"

Fuck! I have to go through all that again?!? It was hard enough putting my heart on the line, and now I have to summon up the moral courage to do it again? Are you fucking kidding me? How much courage do you think a prick like me has left now? Oh, fuck that! I can't do this again tonight. I turn my head and bury it between her massive tits whispering, "Can we talk about it tomorrow?"

"Sure thing!" she says with a sweetness I find intoxicating. She settles back in the bed and with my head burrowed between her bosoms, I can hear her breathing slow down into a gentle sleep of pure innocence. I'll tell her tomorrow. I will. Or the next day. Absolutely I will. Maybe the day after tomorrow would be better? This week for sure. I mean, I have to. All these lies are going to bite me in the ass at some point. Just please let me bite her ass one more time before I do.



The Bra Salesman Ch. 08



Here's the next edition. Someone has been bombing my previous stories with weird anonymous comments, which I'm working with the webmasters to remove. But know that I do read comments and emails sent to me, so thank you to all those who have sent me encouragement. Hope you enjoy the next chapter!

Chapter 8: An Unwelcome Guest

Ok, so I was wrong.

I was sure that letting some ridiculously stupid emotion like love into the picture was going to ruin everything, and that allowing my hormones to run free and fall madly and foolishly in love was going to rot my brain and make me do something monumentally idiotic that would end this whole scam. 

But it's been three days since I tried to confess to her, and I have to say it's actually been three days free of errors, problems, or any pesky reemergence of ethics or scruples. She still has no idea what a lying asshole I am, she still is happy to do whatever sexually perverted act I want to do to her, and after that brief glimpse of conscience I experienced I am once again finding it much easier to live with the guilt of being a lying asshole. 

After work for the last three days, I have been going to her apartment where she has faithfully waited for me naked and anxious for me to go through our evening exercises. And by exercises, I mean I squeeze her gorgeous breasts and make love to her luscious body for hours.

See what just happened? Do you see what I mean? That right there is what I've been struggling with. Last week, I would have been grabbing her gigantic tits and fucking her wet cunt. But with every passing day, I am feeling closer and closer to her. I don't want to fuck her any more, I want to make love. And don't get me wrong, I'm still a crass asshole who wants to fuck her pussy. I'm just saying that the more time that I spend with her, the more sensitive and romantic I get. And for me, that is such a jarringly new experience that, as enjoyable it might be, a significant part of me still finds it completely revolting.

Historically I have not been someone known for grand romantic gestures. I have never rented some outlandish horse-drawn carriage through a crisp, chilly evening downtown that ended at a magical candlelit restaurant that serves an exquisite Sauvignon Blanc. I have not planned some quixotic weekend getaway at a quaint bed-and-breakfast near a quiet mountain trail tailor-made for a quintessential stroll while holding hands and using a bunch of words that start with "q." That's not the guy I am. I'm the guy that pretends to be a bra salesman and tricks a woman into fucking him continuously for a few weeks through bullshit exercises that will supposedly help her fit into lingerie. That's the disgusting prick I am.

But now when I go through several exercises where I can make love to her... I mean, where I can fuck her forcefully and vigorously, she has also revealed a fetish for bondage that allows me to break out the "super duper ultimate radical therapy" props that involve handcuffs, whips, nipple clamps, and dildos, which she absofuckinglutely revels in. She is this unbelieveably perfect mix of beauty, sexiness, naiveté, gullibility, and slutiness that has been ideally crafted for a scheming asshole like me. But now, more and more, I'm thinking of her as a gentle soul that makes me feel warm and undeservedly cared for. 

So of course I don't want this to end. Ever since that night I tried to confess to her and didn't, I thought about saying something to her. Lots of times. A few weeks ago, the thought of lying to her didn't bother me a bit if it meant I ended up with my cock inserted somewhere inside her gorgeous body. But now, I hate that I lied to her and that I have to keep lying to her to keep this going. Of course, I don't hate it enough to actually have the gonads to do anything.

And who knows? Maybe I don't have to tell her after all. I've kept everything going up until now without any major incident, and I can probably keep this going for quite some time. Yeah sure, eventually we will stop rutting long enough to go out on some dates, and at some point she would introduce me to friends and family some of whom are likely to be, statistically speaking, not as unnaturally dense as her. And that means that they will want to kick the living shit out of me for what I've done to Tasha, and I most certainly deserve whatever asswhooping they care to carry out on my sordid derriere. But that's way down the road, no need to stir up anything now.

At least, that's the ridiculous story I keeping telling myself as I approach her apartment door and knock. She answered and I knew immediately something was wrong. She answered the door wearing a t-shirt and cut-off shorts. Granted, the t-shirt was too small for her torso, and I didn't know how the shirt fabric was able to withstand the pressure of her enormously bulging tits straining against her hardened nipples. 

But as sexy as it was, she wasn't naked or in lingerie like she normally was. "Hi Albert! Come on in! Is it that time already? I'm sorry, I got lost in conversation with my neighbor Brittney."

I walk into the apartment and see a young woman in her mid-20s who in her own way is quite stunning. She had a pleasant face, silky red hair that was curled up in a pony tail, and a nice thin figure, a little thin for my taste but she definitely had curves in all the right places. Her breasts were not as spectacular as Tasha's but were nevertheless nice and round, and her long, muscular legs would fare nicely in a competition with any other woman, bar none. 

This really caught me off guard, and I was not prepared to deal with any of Tasha's friends yet. Since she was friends with Tasha, I wondered if maybe she might be as gullible as Tasha. Ok, no one is as freakishly gullible as her. But maybe if I smile and act halfway decently, maybe just maybe I could work my bullshit charm on her. Oh, who am I kidding? I'm not charming, all I have is bullshit. I'm an asshole who is really fucked now. Nevertheless I slap on a stupid smile and try to think of what the fuck I'm going to do.

Tasha continued to introduce her, "I've been telling Brittney how wonderful you've been with all the exercises you've shown me." I looked at Brittney as she turned to me with her mouth clenched sternly that let me know I was in even deeper shit than I feared.

"Yes," Brittney said in a voice that practically had a metallic edge to it, "Tasha has told me about the WONderful exercises you've been doing with her." That one syllable was said with an annoyingly mocking exaggeration as she stood up to greet me. Or confront me. Or knock my teeth out, I wasn't sure.

"Oh... great! I... uh... Tasha hasn't told me anything about you!" That's it, stall and get her talking. I need to know what and who I'm dealing with here. Maybe I can find some way to butter her up with compliments. Except now I'm thinking of buttering her protruding breasts. God, I really am a pig.

Tasha jumps in, "Brittney here lives two floors up from me. We met a couple years ago and have gone out to some clubs here and there." Tasha is so animated that she must not notice the way Brittney is looking at me with the same intensity of a prizefighter circling a dazed opponent.

"That's right. I hadn't heard from my building-mate in a while so I came down to chat with her and MY, what an amazing story she had to tell me about YOU." She jabbed her manicured finger into my chest without any force, but it clearly carried an implicit menacing accusation with it. I felt the threat she was giving me, or at least as much I could given that I was staring at her superb tits peeking out of her low cut blouse. Good Lord, you are up to your ogling eyeballs in shit here dude, will you fucking focus?

"Oh yes," Tasha smiled, "I told her all about what you've done for me. The way you measured me and all the great exercises that have helped me fit into my lingerie! Remember, she's the one last week who thought that you and Dr. Cooper were just trying to have sex with me. But I told her what you told me, and that explained everything." Oh Christ, Brittney is giving me a look that has all the warmth of a polar bear pissing on a glacier, whatever the fuck that means. "She said she couldn't wait for you to measure her as well and give her some exercises!" 

I smiled with a gentle assurance, "Of course, I'd be happy to." Shit! Shit! Shit! How the fuck am I going to fucking measure her? What I did to Tasha when I first measured her would have gotten me thrown into jail by anyone with half a mind to... well, with half a mind. Of course, I was grateful that Tasha was too dim to realize that what I was doing to her was completely ridiculous. But looking into Brittney's eyes, oh she knows. She fucking knows. Shit! 

"What would you like me to do first?" Brittney said to me. Now I have to figure out a way to do the same kind of "measuring" I did with Tasha that won't get me thrown into prison by Brittney. And I have no fucking idea how to do that.

Tasha jumps in, "Take off your shirt so he can measure your chest!" Oh fuck, thank you so fucking much for that wonderful fucking advice. Like she... hold on, is she actually taking her shirt off? I thought she was going to knock some of my teeth out, I certainly wasn't expecting her to actually take of her shirt.

"That's... thank you... uh... you...how about... mmm...." Way to play it cool, jackass. Shit shit shit, this is fucking bad. I mean, her tits are astoundingly breathtaking underneath her black lacy bra, but there is no way this is going to end well for me. I know she's just playing along with me and waiting for me to fuck up so she can call the cops. Or smash my face in, whichever is easier for her. 

Wait! I've got it! "Oh, I... uh... I don't have any measuring tape with me." Whew, that's it. That's a perfect excuse why I can't proceed. There's no measuring tape here like there was at the department store. "I guess we'll have to do this another time." And in the meantime I can come up with a strategy. Like pack up everything I own and move to Thailand.

"Don't worry, I got some tape out for you." Tasha hands me some cloth measuring tape she obtained for me on my behalf. Fuck! Are you fucking kidding me? That's just fucking great. Thank you so very fucking much for ruining my one and only fucking chance to get out of this without me losing some part of my face. Fuck! 

"Thank you, Tasha," I say with a forced grin. As I carefully pull the tape around Brittney's breasts, I look her in the eye, "Try to hold still, Brittney." I smile at her, but I don't think she's buying it. As I stretch the tape across her chest, the back of my hands press into her lace-covered bosom. I try not to make any noise when I read 34 on the tape, but I did have a stifle a high-pitch grunt of arousal.

"Remember, you get a better measurement with her bra off!" Tasha reminds me with a big grin on her face. Fuck! Jesus Fucking Christ! Any time you want to shut your fucking mouth would be just fucking peachy with me, ok? You are not fucking helping me here! Shit! Shit! Shit!

"Is that right?" Brittney gives me the kind of weird smile that a shark gives while circling a wounded dolphin. Huh? What the fuck? She reaches behind her and unclasps her bra, and her pert, round breasts jiggle upon their release from captivity. Whoa, I was definitely not expecting her to comply with that request. This woman giving me the nasty sneer of hatred is really going out of her way to set me up here.

"Thank you," I say sheepishly and wrap the tape around her chest again. This time, the back of my hands press into her reddish nipples, now erect in the open air. This would be fucking fantastic except for the look on her face which says she can't wait for me to cross the line. Of course, I would have thought pressing my hands against her naked tits would have crossed the line already, but here she is obediently holding still. God, I can't even breathe right now, I'm so nervous.

"Yes, 34. Very good." Oh that was some fucking brilliant oratory right there. 

"And the cup size?" Britney contemptuously asks me with sarcastic gentleness and sweetness. Which is really hard to pull off when standing topless in front of a stranger, but congratulations, she did it exquisitely. Yoo hoo for her. 

"Uh... right." Shit, what now? This is when I grabbed Tasha's breasts and fondled her for my own sick pleasure. I guess I have to keep going with this, at least long enough to figure out what the fuck I'm going to do. And I have no fucking idea what the fuck I'm going to do, other than reach out and cup her large breasts in my hands. 

As I softly press my fingers into the soft flesh under her breasts, I can see her tits jiggling. I brace myself for a slap against my cheek... but no, she's letting me dig my fingers into her soft skin. I don't understand any of this.

"So?" she says with a cynical skepticism that dares me to get this wrong and prove what a lousy fake I am. Ok this is too fucking weird. Clearly this woman hates my guts and is ready to pummel me, but so far she has taken off her top and let me fondle her breasts. I don't get it. Brittany didn't have to do any of this. She could have outted me without taking off a thread of clothing. She could have accurately declared me a fucking fake sleazebag at any time, there's no reason at all for her to go through all this. This makes no fucking sense.

Oh right, the breasts in my hands. I need a size. Well, if Tasha wears an F cup, then...... hrmm... "Seems like you're a C." 

"That's right," Brittney said. Tasha squealed ecstatically and lightly applauded me. I looked closely at Brittney, who appeared to be slightly shaking her head. As in no. As in I was wrong. So why did she say I was right?

"Now measure her hoochie!" Tasha said to me. Fuck! Will you please shut the fuck up? You are not fucking helping me here! But of course I slap a stupid, pleasant smile on my face to let everyone know that this is all just normal business as usual for me. Jesus Christ, I am so fucked. I hope the news photographers get a good picture of me when they plaster my face on the evening news after I get arrested for being such a fucking pervert.

"Yes, please show me what it is you do." And with that, Brittney unzipped her shorts and dropped both her shorts and panties to the floor. As she stepped out naked from the pile of clothing at her feet, I tried to keep my face from becoming slack jawed. What the fuck is this? She clearly knows I'm full of shit, she hates my guts, and yet she has taken off her clothes and let me fondle her tits and seems willing to let me stick my fingers into her pussy? Seriously? Nothing about this makes any fucking sense! I have no fucking idea what the fuck is going on. 

Brittney keeps staring at me intently as she called out, "Tasha, all this measuring has made me thirsty. Do you mind going down the street and getting me some flavored water from the convenience store?"

"Sure, no problem!" And with that, Tasha giddily pranced out the door and shut it behind her. Immediately she opened the door again, "Oops, I forgot my purse." She grabbed her purse hanging on the coat rack and then closed the door behind her again.

"So Albert," Brittney says in that same annoying mocking exaggerated way, "show me how this is done." And with that, she grabs my wrist and rams it into her crotch. She still has the shark-like smile, but I can't tell if she hates me after all or if I misread her and something else is going on.

"Alright, what do you want?" This shit is getting too fucking crazy. Of course, I can't help but slide my fingers into her pussy and feel her swollen vagina become moist with arousal.

"I can't believe you said I was a C. My D's are quite offended." If it weren't for that annoying voice of hers, I would be turned on having a beautiful naked woman standing in front of me. Ok, who am I kidding? Even with the annoying voice, I'm still turned on by her. I am such a fucking horndog. My fingers slide easily in and out of her as I press my thumb against her clitoris.

I repeated, "What do you want?" I mean, other than having my shove my fingers into your damp cunt.

"I want the measuring that Tasha got. Surely you can do that." She takes a deep breath that makes her entire chest rise. Damn, but she does have some really fine tits. I still prefer Tasha's, but that doesn't mean I can't appreciate a beautiful pair of naked breasts when they're jiggling in front of me as I continue pressing my fingers further and further inside her wet pussy. Ok, get your brain in gear and figure out what the fuck is happening here.

"Why?" I know, it's kind of a silly question now that I'm actually finger-fucking her. But I have to know. This whole thing doesn't make a damn bit of sense to me.

"Because if you don't, I'm going to tell her that you're a lying piece of shit, that you're not a bra salesman, that this whole thing is a sham. And then I'll personally drive her to the police station to file sexual assault charges against you. That's why." She grabs my other hand and presses it against her bare breast. And being a warm-blooded heterosexual male, I naturally dig my fingers into her soft flesh and fondle her lovely tit.

I'm torn between being totally turned on with having my fingers in her pussy while I squeeze her naked breast and being annoyed that I... ok, I'm not that torn after all. But being overtly threatened with prison time is definitely downgrades my level of arousal. Not enough to stop finger-fucking her, of course, but definitely downgrades it. "If you know I'm a lying piece of shit, then why are you letting me...?"

"Look Albert, I've had plenty of guys who wanted to do a lot more than finger-fuck me, and I enjoyed wrapping them around my finger and persuading them do whatever I want. It is amazing what men will do for you, and buy for you, all for the opportunity to try to get into my pants. My apartment is filled with the wonderful generosity of horny men I've manipulated over the years." Now that she's smiling at me, I think I liked it better when she was giving me a nasty sneer.

"But with you," Brittney continued, "it's so much better than that. I know your secret, so you HAVE to do what I say, and I find it... I don't know, intoxicating to have a man I can order around and be forced to do whatever I want whenever I want. I think it'll be quite fun for me. So you'd better not disappoint me. Or else." She closes her eyes and gasps. Her entire body starts trembling as if she's experiencing an orgasm. Of course, I can't tell if it's because I have a gift for making women cum with my fingers or whether she's turned on by the whole power trip. 

"But if you're friends with Tasha, then why..."

"Friends? Pfft, we're not friends. I know her from the building and we've gone out every so often. She's almost as attractive as me, and that helps attract the boys when we go to bars and clubs." Almost? Sorry lady, but she is WAY hotter than you. No point in going into that now, though.

"Fact is," she continued, "I she always was quite full of herself and I'm glad she's being tricked and fucked by assholes like you now." Like me? I would take offense at that, except I know she's absolutely right. "But that doesn't mean I won't tell her the truth and destroy your life completely if you don't do what I want. Understood?" 

"I hear you." I look around the apartment, looking for some memento from Tasha that might brighten the room again.

"I think," she grabbed my chin and forced our eyes to lock, "you should be a little more respectful when you talk to me." It is too fucking bizarre listening to someone demand respect while I'm sexually gratifying her with my fingers shoved into her wet pussy.

But she clearly has me by the balls right now, so to speak, so I answer,"Yes ma'am."




The Bra Salesman Ch. 08



"Ma'am? Do I look like a ma'am to you?" You're going to take offense at ma'am? Seriously? Twisting your bare nipple, that you're ok with, but ma'am is over the line? 

"Well, what do you want me to call you?" How about bitch? How does that work for you?

Her eyes were drilling a hole in my face as she slowly said, "I want you to look at me and say 'yes' every time I ask you to do anything, that is what I want, Albert." Hearing my fake name in her pompous, arrogant bark made me hate that stupid fucking name even more than when I heard it spoken with Tasha's sincerely innocent voice.

I couldn't help but laugh, "Are you fucking kidding me?" She gives me a look that lets me know she's not kidding around. "I mean, yes of course." She smiles and throws her head back and starts gasping. Again, it's hard to tell if she's orgasming from rubbing her clit or from blackmailing me and knowing that I have to call her whatever stupid fucking thing she wants. 

She really starts grinding herself into my hand and I have to clutch her breast harder to hold her still enough to keep fingering her. Now she's gasping louder and louder, leaning into my hand so that I'm practically holding her up by her crotch.

Just at that moment, Tasha walks back in with a small bottle of water. "Hey there! I'm back! How's the measuring going?"

Brittney looks at me like... hell, I don't know. I think it's supposed to be an alluring and seductive look, but honestly she kind of looks like she's groggy and can barely keep her eyes open. "Oh, he's doing a fantastic job of measuring me."

Tasha seemed really pleased. "See? I told you he was professional."

"He is. He most certainly is." Brittney then backed away from me and turned to Tasha, "In fact, we were just discussing that Albert here should spend some time demonstrating those exercises with me. He's insisting that he come to my apartment for the next few weeks to help me out." Brittney had gathered up her shirt and shorts, but left her bra and panties on the ground.

"Several weks?" Tasha seems hurt. "but I thought... I mean, we were..." Wow, she looks really sad. I mean, god knows I'm falling for her like an idiot and I'd rather be finger fucking her than this Brittney witch. But seeing Tasha's reaction, I can't help but wonder if maybe she feels for me the same way?

"Yes, yes, I know." Brittney says with fake empathy, "But you don't mind if he works with me for a little while, do you dearie?" Brittney said "dearie" with the kindness of a cobra. Then as Britney was putting her shirt and pants back on, but leaving her underwear still on the floor, she looked at me and her face changed a little. She looked confused for a second, but then gave me a knowing smile as if she realized something important. 

"Ah, but you care for her, don't you?" That's when I realized I had the same look of sadness on my face that Tasha had and Brittney knew what I felt. "I mean, professionally of course." Shit, the way Brittney is leering at me now tells me that she knows how I feel and that she's going to use that against me. Fuck! "And Tasha, you don't want to lose your little friend here, do you?" Little friend? LITTLE friend? That is just fucking low, man. I don't care if I can see your braless nipples protruding out of your tight t-shirt. Ok, I do care about that. But it's still low.

"Well, don't worry. Albert was just telling me that he would ask that other doctor friend of his to come work with you for a while." Shit, not only am I not going to be fucking Tasha, I have to get Dave to come over and fuck her instead? Oh this is fucking awful. "Isn't that right? Albert?" Even with the upward lilt of her voice at the end, the way she said that last word was clearly more of a statement of fact than a real question.

"Um... sure. Whatever Tasha is comfortable with." 

Tasha gave a sad smile to both of us, "I... I mean, I guess so... ok" I remember Tasha told me that she was relieved that Dave wasn't coming over any more since he was too rough with her, so I can't believe that she's really ok with all of this. But she doesn't seem like she's going to say anything. And I sure as fuck can't say anything either.

"Perfect! Albert, let's go to my apartment and you can... show me more. And then you can set it up so that your friend goes over to Tasha's for the next few weeks. I am SO glad this worked out for everyone." I look over at Tasha, but she's just staring at the ground.

Brittney draped her bra around my shoulders like some weird necklace she was using to mark her territory. Then she slipped the holes of her panties over one of my hands and wound it tight around my wrist before pulling it tight and dragging me across the floor toward the door. "Thank you so much for letting me borrow your friend. I promise I'll give him back." She laughed before adding, "Someday." She laughed even harder as she closed the door behind us.

She dragged me down the hall and into the elevator, "Holy shit, I thought you were just fucking her. But you actually love her, don't you!" She pressed the button for her floor.

"No, of course not!" I said emphatically. I even tried to make myself believe it for a second so I would sound more honest, but even I could hear the artificiality in my own voice.

"You're not fooling me, loverboy. I can tell when a man becomes a fool in love, believe me, and you are head over heels infatuated with her." Then she pushed me against the back wall of the elevator. "But you belong to ME now? Understand?"

"Yeah, I understand." I'm aimlessly watching the number for the next floor light up, anything to keep from staring at her obnoxious face right now.

I feel her reach down and grab my crotch. Already my dick gets hard, which makes me fucking hate myself even more. "I'm sorry," she says coldly, "what did you say?" 

Are you fucking kidding me with this controlling attitude? This is going to get old REAL quick. "Yes, I belong to you." I say with as little sincerity as possible. Oh who am I kidding, everything I say has as little sincerity as possible. 

She laughed and pulled me out of the elevator and down the hall to her apartment. "You have NO idea how much more fun this makes everything. Knowing you love her and forcing you to be with me? Oh this is too fun!" Jesus, she is a fucking basketcase. All she needs now is a hairless cat to hold in her arms and a picture of the world on the wall behind her with a big red X over it.

She opened the door to her apartment and swung me inside so fast that I almost tripped as I stepped in. She closed the door behind her and smiled at me. "Now. Show me all those exercises Tasha's been raving about!" I allow myself less than a second to burn that wonderful word "raving" into my brain.

As I watched her pull her clothes off her svelte body, I stared at her sexy body. I mean, my God, she was beautiful. A couple of weeks ago and I would rubbing my hands together in glee with a gorgeous woman like this who wanted to force me to have sex with her. And by "force me," I mean force me to pay her a shitload of money to have sex with her. 

But now? Now as she pulls my clothes off of me, all I could think of was Tasha. She's the one I wanted. She's the one who should be undressing me, with the body I wanted to touch, the lips I wanted to kiss, the breasts I wanted to fondle, the pussy I wanted to fuck. Yeah, I know I'm not a fucking poet.

Point is, I didn't want this narcissistic psycho-bitch touching me. Yeah, sure she's got a great body. I admit, her tits are fun to squeeze. And that pussy of hers felt pretty tight to me... I'm sorry, where was I? ...oh yeah, right. As beautiful as she is, it was breaking my heart to be here with her instead of downstairs with Tasha.

But as Brittney grabbed my stiffening cock and stroked it, I knew she had me. If I didn't do what she wanted, she was going to throw my scrawny ass in jail. And now it was too late to say anything to Tasha, because however I explained the truth to her, she was going to hate my fucking guts and I'd never see her again. 

Brittney pushed me down on the couch and climbed on top of me. She took her pelvis and slowly scoured my throbbing dick with her damp labia. She had this sickening smile on her face that I was only able to tolerate by focusing on her pussy which she was sliding over my stiff cock. I have found that thrusting my cock into a wet pussy can help me tolerate quite a few things I might otherwise find intolerable.

She slid her pussy, which was a lot tighter and wetter than I realized, up and down over my shaft. She closed her eyes and moaned as I reached up and grabbed both of her perky breasts that had been dangling and shaking over me. With her nipples clutched between my thumb and fingers, I kneaded and twisted those sumptuous tits, which made her groan even louder. 

As beautiful as Brittney was, however, in my mind I kept imaging it was Tasha on top of me. I closed my eyes and felt her glide over my pulsating cock. Her strong legs slapped against my thighs as she bounced harder and harder on top of me. She was gasping and moaning, and I felt her breasts bulging between my fingers and trembling with each thrust.

She pulled off of me and turned around on her knees, baring her round, gorgeous ass towards me. As she gripped the arm of the couch, I got on my knees and held her hips steady as I inserted myself into her. Soon I was hammering at her backside and the sound of my crotch smacking against the soft flesh of her buttocks could barely be heard over her gasps of pleasure.

I was near orgasm as I kept pounding against her. I grunted and dug my fingers deep into her hips and slamming her pelvis over my cock repeatedly. Within minutes, I felt the gratifying release of warm streams of cum shooting into her wetness. Both of us slowed down and it wasn't long before we were both sprawled on the couch, sweating and panting.

I smiled at her, and she smiled at me and said, "Thank you, Albert! Now that that's done, I need you to go clean my kitchen."

I have to admit, she does have a great body that... wait, what did she say? "Excuse me?"

"You heard me. I have some dishes that need to be washed and put into the dishwasher." She tapped my knee a couple of times and then stood up and loomed over me with a sick grin on her face. "So get to it!"

"You expect me to clean your fucking house?" Lady, if you saw my apartment, you would know that me and cleaning products do not spend a lot of quality time together, and you'd know I am the last soul on Earth you would want cleaning anything anywhere.

She stepped closer to me so that she was now blocking the overhead light, and I felt her cold shadow crawl across my naked body. "I expect you to do whatever the fuck it is I tell you to do, or else I send your fucking ass to jail, that's what I expect." She stood silently over me for what felt like several minutes, before jerking her mouth into a smile, "Now then, I'm going to go shower." She backed away from me and took a few steps towards her bedroom before stopping, "Oh, and give the place a good vacuum as well." With that, she started humming and strolled into her bedroom at the back of the apartment.

As I heard her loudly shut her door, I was still sitting on the couch with my mouth agape. What the fuck have I gotten into? And how the fuck do I get out?



The Bra Salesman Ch. 09



This was a hard chapter to write because it is by far the darkest of all the chapters. Trying to infuse humor into a situation of Albert being blackmailed and endangered was harder than I realized. In the end, I succumbed to the darkness, so much so that I almost changed the category away from "Humor and Satire," but I didn't want people to be unable to find this next chapter. So don't expect as much humor in this one, but hopefully I'll get more in the chapters to come.

Chapter 9: Love Hurts

I have no idea if there's a literal hell where there exists the possibility of spending eternity being tortured by demons until the end of time. I have no opinion one way or another whether there is a Lord of Satan that seeks to spread evil and misery throughout the universe hoping to entrap human souls in the vicious torture of their own misdoings. But if any of this does exist, I can tell you that there is a demon-in-training who is yearning, if not salivating, for the chance to cause as much despair and sorrow as is humanly possible. I know this because I have had to spend the last few days with Brittney. 

It seems weird to say that, considering Brittney's gorgeous body is lying on her bed completely naked with my face stuffed into her crotch licking her pussy. But this demonstrates my point. I love licking pussy. I love feeling the little hairs get in my teeth as I go between licking the clit that makes a woman's thighs shudder with pleasure and ramming my tongue into a moist pussy as far as I can go. I love it all, I do.

But I have been down here for fucking forty-five minutes and I think I have strained a muscle in my tongue. If I'm able to talk after all this is over, I'll be shocked. So she has taken a wonderful sexual activity that I enjoy immensely and has made it loathsome and tiresome. And that's only the latest example.

I have cleaned her bathroom, her kitchen, her car, her closets, and her refrigerator. I've even given her fucking miserable cat a bath, and that goddamned animal is as aggressive and sadistic as its owner, and I have the scratch marks on my forearms to prove it. I have done stupid errands to the supermarket and drycleaners, all with the vicious laughter of that bitch Brittney ringing in my ear. Yeah, I know, cleaning an apartment and running errands probably doesn't sound like torture to you, but for a slob like me who is practically allergic to any cleaning products, I assure you it is.

It's not that her apartment is a horrific mess, although I sure wish it had been cleaned years before I came into the picture. And it's not even that every time I get a look of disgust on my face, Brittney conveniently reminds me that she will report me to the police for sexual assault if I don't do everything she asks. Ok, yeah, that part does fucking suck, but that's not even the worst part.

The worst part is the utter contempt and complete derision and condescension she piles on to me that makes it so unbearable. She commands me to do things with this sharp, arrogant voice that is devoid of any human civility or courtesy. She has literally snapped her fingers at me like I'm some peon slave waiting for her edicts to give purpose to my otherwise meaningless life.

Ok, no, I take that back. That makes it merely intolerable. The worst part, the part that I find unbearable to the point that I have to remind myself to breathe... great, now she's grabbing my head and pulling my face further into her cunt. Man, I used to love the feel of pussy lips against my tongue, but my mouth lost all sensation half an hour ago and I've become so slack jawed that it's difficult to keep myself from drooling all over the bed like some overdosed mental patient.

Where was I? Oh right. Anyway, the worst part of this whole fucking ordeal is that while I'm playing fucking servant to little miss she-devil here, I know that downstairs my coworker Dave is fucking the woman I really want to be with. Yes, I know, of course it's my fault that I lied to Tasha about Dave being a lingerie-exercise specialist, and boy did Brittney LOVE forcing me to call Dave and set it up for him to fuck Tasha. She knows how painful that was for me, which of course is exactly why she did it.  

He's been going over there about three times in the last week, and he tells me he's scheduled to go over there again tonight. But what that means is that every day Dave keeps coming into work showing me pictures and videos of all the perverted stuff he's convinced Tasha into doing. I know he only shows me this crap because he wants to thank me and he thinks I enjoy witnessing every fucking thing he does with her. Ever since Tasha showed a preference for bondage, Dave has been going all out with his "super duper ultimate radical therapy" on Tasha, making her perform every twisted type of deviant sexual act his perverted mind can conjure up. 

Just today he showed me his favorite video so far. Tasha is blindfolded and kneeling on the floor. Her hands are tied behind her back with silk ropes that are also lashed around her ankles, but the rope is so small that her back is arched which is forcing her enormous breasts up. I can see her wriggling and trying to move, but all it does is make her tits tremble.

And then I see Dave, with his balding head glistening with sweat and his round, hairy belly, climb on top of her and mount himself above her with this sadistic look on his face. He grabs his erect penis, at least I assume that's what the little thing between his fingers is, and he crams it into her pussy without any warning; no foreplay, no rubbing, no fingering her to get her nice and moist, he simply jams himself inside her and begins rutting her as vigorously as his perspiring, aging body can muster. 

I can't tell from the video how Tasha feels about any of this, since the blindfold obscures most of her face and Dave has the volume turned all the way down so that we won't disturb anyone else at work; all I know is that Tasha's beautiful body is being pounded by this short, fat man whose tongue is drooping out of the side of his mouth in carnal obliviousness. 

As much as I hate watching Dave do this to her, I can't help but be mesmerized by the undulations of her enormous tits rocking back and forth every time her pussy gets another pounding from his hairy figure, blurry from motion, thrusting himself mercilessly into her shackled body. 

Dave grabbed my shoulder as we were watching the video and excitedly told me this was the best part. I stare at the picture and see Dave suddenly turn her body over so that she is now on all fours; well she would be on all fours, except her hands are still tied behind her back, so she is on her knees with her head against the mattress as her massive tits bulge out of the sides of her body. Dave grabs her buttocks and spreads her ass apart as he rams his little stump into her asshole. 

I can't tell if Tasha is hurt, with the sound down and her face blindfolded and covered, but I see her head jerking from side to side as Dave forces himself deeper into her anal cavity. I can literally see drool pouring out of his mouth as he shoves himself into her harder and harder, making her entire body shake with every plunge. 

This goes on for another minute before Dave stops moving, so I assume he has ejaculated his load inside her. The two of them are sweaty and breathing fast, as Dave shuts off his phone and holds his hand up for me to give him a high-five.

I don't blame him per se, he thinks this is all about me forgiving him and letting bygones be bygones, and that I want to hear and see everything he's doing to her, but actually it makes me fucking nauseated. I mean, Tasha is the woman I want to be with, and I can't do a fucking thing about it as long as Brittney has all my dirty secrets to hold over me.

But what can I do? I lied to Tasha for so long and I blew my chance to be honest with her. If I tell her the truth now, she'd either throw my ass in jail or pummel me to death for being such a dipshit suckass person. 

I've tried to think of a way out of this, but nothing comes to mind. I mean, surely the fact that Brittney knows all this shit and is blackmailing me would make it possible for me to somehow turn the tables on her. But it's my word against hers, and if she says she didn't know anything and only found out recently who I really was, who is going to believe a dipshit suckass person like me, right? I do have one witness, but that's Tasha. And once she finds out everything, who knows if she'd actually back me up on this. For all I know, she could be so pissed off for what I did that she takes Brittney's side and tells the cops that Brittney didn't do any of the blackmailing I would claim she did, then I am seriously fucked. 

So I'm stuck doing whatever it is Brittney wants me to do. And yes, I admit, she does demand I have sex with her, which isn't always bad. It's just that I think about Tasha the entire time. It's what gets me through this shit. When Brittney is on top of me fucking me as hard as she can, I imagine it's Tasha I'm with. 

And right at this moment, I imagine it's Tasha's pussy I'm licking. I reach up and grab her tits as I continue touching her clit with my tongue. She arches her back as I lap up her moistness and squeeze the tips of her nipples with my fingers.

I can hear her moaning as I keep driving my tongue inside her, and she grabs my hands and presses them into her breasts. I lick her labia, and she shifts her pelvis and grinds herself into my face. She's breathing hard now as I press my tongue against her clit as hard as I can in between licks.

Finally she pulls me up and spreads her legs so that I can push my cock inside her damp pussy. But my eyes are still closed so that I can think about Tasha being underneath me, imagining her perfectly voluptuous body writhing beneath me in pleasure. At first I slowly slide my cock into her, and then pull out against the wishes of the muscles around her pussy trying to clench and hold me tight. I slide in and out of her several more times slowly, just to make sure her cunt is drenched in arousal.

I give one hard thrust, and I hear her yelp in gratification. I slide in and out slowly, then give another surprising thrust as hard as I can, which makes her yelp again. I do this a few more times while my hands caress her stomach and make their way up to her gorgeous tits.

Only these are not her tits. After all the time my fingers have spent burying themselves in the soft flesh of her mammaries, I know what Tasha's breasts feel like. Hell, I know every single detail of her magnificent tits. I can tell you what the ends of her nipples taste like including the precise level of saltiness they have. I know exactly how the softness of her skin changes when you touch the underside of her magnificent chest. I even know what the specific noise they make when they slap against each other whenever I fuck her. I know every square inch of her amazing tits. And now that I'm groping her chest, it only reminds me that it's not Tasha I'm with. I'm with goddamn Brittney. I try to ignore the thought and go back to my daydream, but it's too late now and in the end, I just can't do it.

"What the fuck's the matter with you?" Brittney is now sitting up on her elbows looking at me like I'm some pathetic, impotent man who can't keep a decent boner.

I snap at her, "I'm just not the mood, sorry." 

"It's her, isn't it? You're thinking about Tasha." How the fuck is it possible that Brittney always knows exactly what I'm thinking? Do I have some sort of cartoon thought balloon hanging over my head revealing what I'm thinking? But I know what the reason is. I am not a complex or complicated man with nuanced shades of thoughts that are too mysterious to be revealed. No, I am a simple, bullshitting schmuck who is in love. And that's the worst kind of bullshitting schmuck to be.

The fact that she knows it's true doesn't mean I'm going to give her the satisfaction of admitting it. "No, that's not it." But of course it was.

"Fine, I was planning on taking you to see your precious little Tasha anyway," she said as she put on some clothes, "so we might as well go now." I put my clothes on as well while keeping a dubious eye on Brittney. Somehow I figure there's a catch to this. But she didn't say it like it was a mere suggestion, it was an order for me to follow her down the elevator and to Tasha's door. 

She knocked on the door, and Dave is the one who answered. "Hey there! So you decided to stop by after all." Thank god he has on some underwear, but otherwise he completely naked. Wait, he knew we were going to be coming by? Brittney set this up? She knows how to contact Dave? Oh that's just fucking terrific. 

As we step in, I look into the back bedroom and I see Tasha naked with a gag shoved into her mouth and each wrist and foot of hers is tied to a corner of the bed. I know I should be repulsed right now to see the woman I love treated this way, but oh my god just seeing her naked is enough to get my cock tingling in anticipation.

Dave says with a smile, "I've been waiting for you before I got started." I look down and see the red whip marks all over her torso and legs. Dave is holding two large clamps in his hands. Good lord, I've seen smaller clamps on construction equipment, those things are fucking enormous. "Watch this!" he smiled as he reached down and attached the clamps on her nipples. As the huge jagged clamps snapped hard on her erect nipples, and I heard her trying to scream through her gag. Tears were coming out of her eyes. "She loves it when I do that." You could have fucking fooled me.

Without warning, Dave pushes his erect penis into her and starts rocking uncontrollably back and forth. He is mercilessly fucking Tasha's body, which is now flailing in every direction. Her breasts are shaking side to side so much that the clamps fastened to her nipples are hard to keep track of. Dave is grunting like an animal and Tasha is shrieking, tears streaming out of her eyes and down the sides of her face.

"Feel free to jump in any time you want," Dave calls out. I'm standing there dumbfounded, not sure what to do. But Brittney gives me a look that says I'd better not even fucking think about joining in. But then she looks over at Tasha with a devilish smile on her face as she kneels on the edge of the bed beside Tasha. I didn't know what she was doing until I watched her reach down and grab one of the clamps on Tasha's tit. Brittney held it firmly in place and squeezed the clamp as hard as she could, which made Tasha's muffled scream even louder. 

Brittney looked back at me with a hateful gaze that could melt steel as she twisted the clamp around. Tasha's body was now writhing uncontrollably in pain. I couldn't stand it any longer so I walked over to the bed, but Brittney held out her other hand, "I think you'd better stay back. If you know what's good for you." Dave looked confused, but Brittney smiled at him, "He'll get his turn later." Dave smiled and continued pummeling Tasha's groin as hard as he could.

My fists were clenched in rage, I wanted to stop this torture. But the fact is that as long as Brittney was blackmailing me, there was nothing I could do. At least not without jeopardizing everything. Oh screw it. Let her throw me in jail, I don't fucking care anymore. I'm not going to stand here with my thumb up my ass and watch someone I care about get mangled by these two shitheads. 

But before I reached her, I heard Dave growl loudly and I could tell he reached climax as drops of cum came shooting out of her pussy as he continued thrusting in and out of her. Just as he slows down, I grab his shoulder and pull him back. "Hey! You didn't let me finish!" I ignored the drops of cum dripping out of the end of his penis.

"Sorry, I thought you were done," I lied. Brittney was watching me with a vicious glare and a smile that made me nervous as I reached over and pulled the gag out of her mouth. Holy shit, I'm pulling out so much of the gag that I'm starting to feel like a magician with an endless scarf coming out of his sleeve. They must've stuffed that gag halfway down her throat, it's a wonder she was able to breathe at all. As Tasha gave out a few raspy coughs, I ask her, "Are you ok?"

"Yeah, I'm *cough* fine." I don't believe her for a second. As I'm untying her feet, I can see the redness around her ankles.

I look in her eyes. "Y'know, if this is hurting you, you don't have to..."

"She's fine, aren't you Tasha?" I'm untying the ropes around Tasha's wrists now, and I can't tell if Brittney is talking to her or me. Somehow Brittney manages to talk with a smile towards Tasha and a glare towards me. I don't know how the fuck she does that, but it is creeping me out.

Tasha gave a half-hearted smile, "Yeah, I'm ok. Really." She looks at me and she must've read some concern on my face because she repeated herself. "Honestly. I'm ok. Dr. Cooper has been very... thorough with these exercises, but I do feel like it's helping me quite a bit." Damn, I can't get this one fucking knot out.

"And you love how it feels too, right?" Dave asked with that stupid smirk on his face. Goddamit, the more I pull on this fucking knot, the tighter it gets. Who the fuck tied this fucking thing, Houdini? Wait, that doesn't make sense, Houdini escaped from knots, he didn't them tight to... never mind, that's not the fucking point.

The corner of Tasha's mouth lifted a little into an almost-but-not-quite smile, "I have to admit, it does feel kind of good," she said. But then her voice trailed off and she looked up at me sadly. In her melancholy eyes, I saw the rest of the sentence she wanted to say, "but I'd rather it be with you." And what I mean by that is the narcissistic voice in my head imagines that's what she'd say.

"Well, that's going to do it for me tonight," Dave says as he picks up a pair of dirty socks off the floor. Not sure why he's leaving now, but I can't say I'm sorry to see him go. "I'm beat, so you all have fun!" Apparently he's been wandering around the room trying to find all his clothes and at last he found the final things. I don't know why it took him this long, all he had to do was follow the stench. Yeah, I know that was mean, I'm in a pissy mood right now, so cut me some slack.

"Anyway, it's your turn now, right Tasha?" Brittney says as she helps Tasha sit up on the bed. Right, like Brittney is so fucking helpful.

Tasha looked over her shoulder at Brittney and said, "You don't mind?" while rubbing her wrists. Clearly those ropes hurt worse than they looked.

"Absolutely! I promised you some time with Albert here, and here we are." I didn't know what Brittney was talking about, but anything where I can spend a little time with Tasha, even around these two sadistic freaks, was wonderful to me. "Just let me tie this on real quick," and with that, Brittney wrapped one of the silk ropes around Tasha's neck. Tasha was gasping for breath at first, but she got used to her windpipe being constricted and was breathing fast but at least she was breathing. "Now get on your knees and give Albert what you want."

As Tasha got on her knees, I looked at Brittney confused. "Tasha has been telling me how much she misses having your cock in her mouth. I must admit, I don't really understand why, but that's what she said," Tasha was unbuckling my belt and pulling down my pants as Brittney was talking. 

"What I said was that I missed doing the exercises with Albert, that's all." Tasha said sheepishly. 

Brittney ignored the comment and kept talking, "So I promised her I'd let her suck you off as long as I got to put a leash on her. Y'know, for fun!" Tasha put her hands around my cock and slowly slid my dick into her warm, wet mouth. Oh my god, I had forgotten how good she was at blowjobs, but boy did it all come back to me now. Suddenly her head jerked back and she was gasping for air, "Just a little asphyxiation to heighten her pleasure." I doubt very seriously that was for Tasha's pleasure.




The Bra Salesman Ch. 09



"It's ok, I don't mind." Tasha said looking up at me. She must have seen how angry I was getting. I didn't know why she was putting up with this, but when she put her mouth over my erect cock again, it was hard for me to stay mad at anyone or anything.

Jesus Fucking Christ, the way her soft, moist lips slid up and down my shaft made my cock throb with an intensity I hadn't felt since... well, since the last time I had stuffed my cock into one of Tasha's orifices. As good as it felt, I also felt this emptiness expand within my chest, this ache that made it so I doubted if I would ever feel this good again about anything or anyone.

Now she was moving her head faster so that my cock was thrusting deeper and deeper into her throat. I look down at her amazing body, jiggling every time her forehead slapped against my groin. Shit, no one had ever given me head the way...

All of sudden, Tasha's head jerked back again off of my dick and her mouth was wide open and gasping for breath. Brittney was cackling up a storm as she pulled tightly on the silk rope wrapped around Tasha's neck. "What the fuck? How about letting her fucking breathe?"

"Oh, lighten up," Brittney said with a beaming grin as Tasha started hacking and coughing, "this is the kind of fetish crap that Tasha loves more than anything! I can see how wet she's getting!" 

"Fuck you!" I said to Brittney. Her eyes narrowed into a thin slit so that I could barely see her pupils, but I could easily see the fury raging insider her.

"She's right, *cough* I do love it." Tasha was trying to talk, but her words sounded more like a leaky flat tire than her normal voice. "Please. I know you think she's hurting me, but she's right. The whole assfixin... assfickle... the whole not breathing thing, it really does turn me on." She gave me a smile, and I couldn't tell if she was just humoring Brittney or if she really meant it. But when she grabbed my penis with one hand with a hungry look in her eyes while using her other hand to rub her own pussy, I think it really did turn her on. And of course, me being the sick fuck I am, I got even hornier thinking that about her.

"See? I know for a fact she loves it." I didn't know what the fuck that meant, but I didn't really care when Tasha wrapped her wet mouth around my cock again. I felt myself harden inside her as she went back to rocking her head back and forth over my erection.

Tasha grabbed my hips and shoved my cock as far into her throat as she could and held me there for ten seconds... no, make that twenty... no, actually thirty... holy shit, how long can she actually deep throat me? She finally relented and pulled back as trails of spittle connected my moist cock to her juicy lips.

Without warning, she thrust her head on top of me again and went well beyond thirty seconds this time. I saw Brittney tighten the silk rope around Tasha's neck, which made me want to snatch that rope out of her twisted, perverted hands. Thing is, Tasha clenched my hips even tighter, and I could feel her fingernails digging into my skin. My cock was throbbing so hard and just when I thought I was going to explode with jism, she let up and took a few breaths. Drops of her spittle dripped off of my glistening cock onto her huge tits that shook in rhythm with her rapid gasping.

When she drove my cock into her mouth again, I knew I wouldn't last long. She sucked so hard, it felt like the tip of my penis was buried halfway into her lungs. My instinct was to thrust back and forth, but her fingers clenching my hips wouldn't let me move. My cock was throbbing and throbbing until finally I felt the release of cum shooting out of me and into her gorgeous mouth.

As she slowly slides her luscious lips off of my cock, streams of jism come out of her mouth and fall onto her gigantic chest. She looks up at me with a smile I never saw on any of Dave's videos; granted Dave usually turned off the video before I saw her reaction to him shooting his cum into her, but I could see the look in her eyes that she had missed having my cock in her mouth. At least that's what that narcissistic voice in my head tells me is true.

I gazed into Tasha's beautiful face, which for me usually means I was fascinated by the sight of my jism spilling out of her mouth but in this actually I really was gazing at her face. At any rate, I was too busy gazing and didn't notice Brittney coming up behind Tasha until she had already pulled Tasha's arms behind her back and clamped some handcuffs on her wrists. 

Tasha has a look of surprise, followed by a look of almost desperate fear. But when Brittney put her mouth so close to Tasha's ear that I thought her tongue was trying to clean Tasha's ear drum, she must've whispered something assuring to Tasha because immediately her body relaxed. 

That didn't last long, however, because once Brittney had the metal cuffs secure, she yanked on the silk rope around Tasha's neck so that Tasha's entire body was pulled onto the bed. Tasha was on her back wheezing, with her gargantuan breasts shaking from side to side with every gasp of air. I would've objected and started yelling at Brittney, but as I said I saw Tasha's gargantuan breasts were shaking from side to side so I was a little distracted. 

While I was transfixed with Tasha's mammarian gifts, Brittney grabbed one of the dildos off of a nearby table. The fact that Brittney is grinning with a dildo in her hand is weird enough. The fact that there were multiple dildos on the table to choose from, to me, is even weirder. Brittney took a tube of oil and starts dripping it all over the dildo as she speaks, "Ok, Tasha, you've had enough of a break. I think you're ready for another treatment."

As Brittney walked over to Tasha's crotch, she smiled seeing Tasha struggling to breathe with her wrists shackled behind her back. Brittney grabbed Tasha's knees and was pushing her thighs apart so that she was practically doing a split. Brittney took the glistening dildo and crammed it into Tasha's tight pussy as hard as he could, and I heard Tasha moan. As she began pummeling Tasha's weary body, Tasha was grunting with each lunge. 

To me, every time Brittney drove that dildo into Tasha, it looked like a vicious assault on her shackled, defenseless body. Then I watched as Brittney reached down and grab Tasha's nipples and twist them around so that tears ran out of Tasha's eyes. But when I heard Tasha grunting "yes" with each thrust, I realized how incredibly aroused she was. I knew she had a fetish for bondage, but it always took me by surprise just how stimulated she could get by being tied up and abused.

She cried out louder, "YES!" as Brittney brutally twisted Tasha's tits even further until the skin of her breasts turned red beneath those cruel fingers. Brittney kept forcing the dildo into Tasha faster and faster as Tasha kept yelling "YES! YES!" I could feel my spent penis twitch with sensation as if it wanted to become erect again and have another round with her incredibly stunning body. 

Maybe I should've said something, maybe I should've had the decency to grab Brittney and toss her aside before she could violate Tasha any more. But the fact is Tasha had such a huge smile on her face, even as tears of pain were coming out of her eyes and screaming "YES! YES! UNGH! YES! INGH! YES!" throughout the ordeal. I have no idea where Tasha's endless fetish for being bound and abused came from, but I didn't want to put a stop to whatever satisfaction she was receiving.

But that doesn't mean I wasn't completely furious with Brittney by now. No matter how much Tasha might be smiling, the fact is that Brittney was enjoying causing Tasha pain and was fucking laughing every time Tasha moaned in orgasm. I know she wasn't laughing because she was happy Tasha had sexual pleasure, no that sick bitch was laughing at dominating someone so completely helpless and mercilessly torturing that victim. How do I know? Because I have spent too many fucking days with that fucking woman, that's how, so do not doubt for one second that that is what is really going on.

I didn't say anything, however, because I saw the look of ecstasy on Tasha's face. Every "YES!" she screamed let me know how much she loved being fucked while being bound and powerless. Ok, that's what I want to believe, but honestly I was just too fucking mesmerized. The way her skin was glistening with sweat, the way her breasts rocked in rhythm with the dildo being driven into her cunt, the way her body shook with pleasure as she was penetrated deeper and harder, the way... I'm sorry, where was I? Right, right, I was mesmerized. That's what I mean.

But even watching her body twitch with sexual excitement, even while watching her throw back her head in a carnal frenzy, even while I saw her pussy pulsing with wetness being pummeled and...I'm sorry, where was I again? Oh right, even while watching all this, I could also see the sadistic delight in Brittney's face, and it just made me too fucking mad.

Finally I couldn't fucking take it anymore. "Stop it!" I yelled. Brittney, of course, ignored me so she was surprised when I snatched the dildo out of her oily hands and threw it down on the floor. "I said to fucking stop it!"

I knew Brittney was beyond pissed at me, but I just don't fucking care any more. I looked down and said, "Tasha, I need to tell you something." Brittney's eyes went wide because she knew what I was about to do. It's time to tell Tasha everything and let the chips fall where they may. I'll take my chances on Tasha's kindness as long as it means depriving Brittney of her blackmail power over me. Try to throw me in jail, but I'm not going to sit back and take any more of this shit. Enough is fucking enough.

"What is it?" Tasha said. At least I think that's what she said. She was panting so hard and her voice was so raspy that it was a little hard to hear.

"Albert and I were talking earlier about you," Brittney butted in before I could respond. Fine, go ahead and tell yourself, I really don't give a shit what happens now, be my guest. "Remember how that automobile repair shop needed you to make them cum so that they would have some lubricant for your car?" What the fuck is she talking about?

Tasha nodded as best she could with a silk rope gripping her neck. "Well, neither of us had heard of that before, so Albert and I talked to some other car dealerships. Turns out that you can't use male cum as a lubricant for cars."

"But then why..." Tasha looked at Brittney confused, "I mean... if there's no reason..." By now, Brittney was unwrapping the silk from around Tasha's neck while looking at her affectionately, which of course was utterly ridiculous, but I couldn't say anything just yet. Let Brittney yammer on about the mechanics, I'll say what I have to say next and confess everything so I can put an end to....

"Sweetie, those men lied to you so they could all have sex with you. They misled you in order to use you and fuck you, and that's why they lied." As Brittney helped Tasha sit up, she sat beside her on the side of the bed. Tasha's shoulders began trembling and I heard her sob. Brittney put her arm around Tasha, which only served to make her cry even louder.

I have been an asshole for so long of my fucking life that I stopped feeling anything about anyone. What I call friends are really people who barely tolerate my presence when we're all out at some event somewhere. What I call girlfriends are really women who I think are hot trying their best to care about me but bolt when they realize that I will never have an emotional connection to anything or anyone as much as myself. What I call feelings are merely weird sensations I get in my nerves and brain that I have trained myself long ago to ignore until that irritating buzz goes away. When I have made women cry before, my usual response is to figure out how long proper decorum dictates I have to wait before I can excuse myself and find the nearest fast food place.

So to feel the tears welling up my eyes, to feel a tightening around my heart clamping vice-like so that I literally had to remind myself to breathe, to feel my legs start shaking so that I had to grab a nearby table to prevent me from collapsing onto the floor, to feel all that was... it's as if... I don't have any fucking idea what to say.

Wait, I do have one thing. I know I'm an asshole, I know I'm a douchebag of a person who has no right interacting with any human beings, I've said that for a long time. But now I feel it. I didn't really understand what that meant until now, but now I feel it. I mean I totally fucking feel it. All the fucking pain I've caused, all the fucking lies I've told, all the fucking bullshit I've been flinging at humanity for all these years, I never ever fucking felt any of it until now. 

As I tell myself yet again to breathe, Brittney pulls Tasha closer, "It's ok. Don't you worry. We won't let those bastards get away with that. How about we go report them to the police? Huh? What do you say?"

Brittney then slowly turned her head towards me with a sickening smile on her face as Tasha's voice whispered from beneath her disheveled hair, "Yeah, ok." 

And there it is. One crystallizing moment to prove to me just how completely, utterly, indisputably, fantastically, royally fucked I am. All my big shot bullshit about how I don't fucking care if I go to fucking jail immediately evaporated like the hot air it really was, because now I could see beyond a shadow of a doubt that I really was going to fucking jail and, lo and behold, I really did fucking care.

The thing is, the fear of going to jail wasn't the worst part. The absolute worst part is that I could feel my heart literally breaking apart. And I know what some might say, "No, your heart is not *literally* breaking apart," to which I would respond with a heartfelt fuck you, I know when my fucking heart is literally breaking apart, you fucking grammar police, so get off my fucking back.

Sorry I'm swearing so much, I'm not really mad at anyone else. I am just so fucking mad at myself for all the fucking mistakes I've made, for being such a fucking asshole that I would hurt someone as fucking awesome as Tasha and dig myself such a huge fucking hole that I can't even see any fucking daylight anymore. I'm so fucking angry at myself and there's not a fucking thing I can do about it. 

I turn around and walk into the kitchen and root around in her cabinets until a find a glass, and then I pour a tall glass of water. Then I start drinking and drinking, guzzling the entire glass in a few seconds, and expecting that the dryness in my mouth would finally go away. But as I turn the glass upside down and shake every last drop out, I realize I'm just as light-headed and dry and unable to breathe as before.

That's when Brittney walks into the kitchen and leans against the doorway with a sneer, "So, you still want to tell her?"

"Fuck you," is all I can muster.

I thought that would piss her off, but she just laughed and walked towards me, "It's alright, I understand. You've had a very difficult evening. I forgive you." She puts her arm over my shoulder like we're having some tender moment, "Why don't you go home, think about what happened tonight, and tomorrow we'll start again, ok?" God, I hate her fucking smile. 

"6 o'clock tomorrow." Brittney says with a sudden sternness that gave me goose bumps, "Do NOT make me wait." With that, she spun on her heels and headed back to Tasha's side.

At first, I make a beeline for the door because I just can't stand to be in this fucking room anymore. I hate the sound of Tasha's crying and I hate the sound of Brittney's... well, I hate any sound she makes. But just as I start to grab the doorknob, I feel the urge to do something else.

I go into the bedroom where Tasha's shoulders are still trembling. Brittney is sitting beside her, and as I take Tasha's hands in mine and kneel in front of her, I say to Brittney without looking in her direction, "Can I have a minute?"

Her lips clench tight, but then she smiles and gets up off the bed. She gives me a look that says you-better-not-say-anything. And I give her a look back that says you-have-me-trapped-so-of-course-I-won't-say-anything. Then she gives me the you-better-not look. And I give the I-said-I-won't-so-I-won't look. She gives the I-didn't-understand-what-you-just-said look. To which I gave the can-we-talk-about-this-later look. She's still giving me the what-are-you-saying look. Finally I sigh and say out loud. "Please, just one minute." She shrugged her shoulders with an indifference that let me know she didn't care what I did because she knew she had me trapped no matter what, and she sauntered out of the room. 

I was still kneeling in front of Tasha, but I was too ashamed to try to look her in the eye, so I took her hands in mine and said to the floor, "I'm sorry."

She sniffs and wipes some tears off her cheek, "Why? You didn't do anything wrong." Oh god, how I wish that were true. You have no fucking idea how much I wish that were true.

"I'm... I'm just sorry, that's all." She smiled as more tears started to flow, then she threw her arms around me and buried her head in my shoulder.

And for once in my contemptible life, I really was sorry. I was sorry for all the shitty things I've done to people, Tasha being top of that way too long list. I was sorry for all the crap-ass bullshit I've said to try to fill my empty, pathetic life with something, anything that would distract me from my own miserableness. I was sorry for a lot of things. But at that very moment, more than anything else, I was sorry that I had put Tasha in this horrible position. But I was going to make it right. I swore, somehow, that I would find a way to fix everything.

The only problem is that I had no fucking idea how to do that.



The Bra Salesman Ch. 10



We're closing in on the end. I've got most of the rest of the story written, so I'm hoping to get the last few chapters out every other week from here on out. Hope you enjoy!

Chapter 10: Best Served Served

Ugh, I feel like crap today. And I don't mean the usual "I woke up sleepy" crap that most people refer to when they say that. Or the "I'm overwhelmed with all I have to do today" bullshit feeling as if that were somehow uniquely applied to them and only them. No, I mean the "my heart and stomach were dropkicked by a Brazilian soccer player after being pummeled by a rabidly nasty mountain goat but being chewed by a certifiably insane boxer" kind of feeling. 

Today was a particularly grueling day on the job, and I honestly don't know how my boss puts up with my significantly decreased output of work over the last week. Actually I do know how he puts up with it. It's because he's one of those incompetent managers that has absolutely no fucking idea what his workers do or has any experience in this field. That means I can bullshit him up and down every which way in my sleep.

Which, it turns out, is a good thing because that's exactly what I'm doing. All night long I'd tossed and turned in bed, desperately trying to think of any way to get out of the blackmail Brittney holds over me that doesn't involve me getting thrown in prison. No matter how much I think about it, though, it always comes down to my word against hers, and my word won't be worth shit after people hear what I did to Tasha, plain and simple. Ok, granted my word was never worth shit to begin with, but don't get me off topic.

I did manage to come up with one plan that I have to admit is pathetically stupid and probably won't do me any good whatsoever, but I have to try something. That's why I'm currently knocking on Brittney's apartment door at 6 o'clock. That's 6 o'clock SHARP because that's what fucking Brittney demands. I never understood what means, 6 o'clock sharp? Like time is a knife you need to keep in a special drawer away from small children so they don't nick themselves? Whatever, I just hope my stupid plan fucking works.

Brittney answers the door wearing a bathrobe and smiles as she lets me in. "Oh, I've been waiting for this!" I step in and put my wallet and keys on a table by the door, then I nonchalantly put my cell phone down on its side. I surreptitiously click the Record button on the digital recorder of the phone, and then put the cell phone down again. 

I turn towards her and grimace, "Just tell me what you want me to do and let's get this over with."

"Oh come, come," Brittney said in a mockingly sweet tone, "no need to be so down. I just..." she paused for a moment to think, "I want you to show me some of more of your exercises, the kind that make me feel SO good." She never refers to what we do as my exercises, so now I know she's just messing with my head. Of course, dropping her bathrobe and revealing her naked body to me is doing a lot more to mess with my head than anything else. She slowly walks toward me then grabs my hand, thrusting it into her crotch and whispers into my ear, "Finger me."

Under normal circumstances, any day that a beautiful woman with nice perky D breasts asks you to put your fingers into her moist pussy can be instantly classified as a very good day. But when it comes to a hateful demon like Brittney, even this wonderful request gets ruined. But of course, that doesn't stop me from sliding my fingers into her wetness and rubbing the lips of her labia with my thumb. Every time I find the knob of her clitoris, she lets out a moan.

She clenches my tricep and pulls my arm towards her, coaxing my fingers deeper into the spongy walls of her drenched vagina. As I move in and out, I can feel her tightening her pussy around my fingers as my other hand reachs out and squeezes one of her nipples. Her hands scramble to undo my belt and pull my pants off while my hands are busy doing other things.

Next thing I know we are down on the floor on her rug. I honestly can't tell you if she pulled me down there, I pushed her down, or we both just lost our balance and landed on our respective asses. All I know is she is on her back with her hands on my buttocks and guiding my groin so that my cock aligns with her pussy. She smiles as she spreads her legs apart and pushes me inside her.

My mind starts imagining I am on top of Tasha, and I rock my pelvis back and forth so that I thrust inside her with a force that makes her gasp. I imagine I'm watching Tasha's breasts shudder every time I shove my body into hers. I imagine it's Tasha's hair I have grasped with one hand, and that it's her leg I have lifted up to rest on my chest with the other hand. I hold her thigh steady as I pummel her wet cunt repeatedly and listen to her excited pant with every plunge.

I almost tell her I love her until I remember that it's not Tasha, which then makes me want to get this fucking thing over with, and I literally mean this fucking thing. I give several more plunges into her tight pussy, and it doesn't take long until my cum bursts inside her and turns her wetness into a sticky combination of sweat and jism.

She rolls over on the floor breathing heavily, which makes her large breasts wobble and quiver. "Thank you, Albert. That feels so good," and then she gives a devilish smile, "and I really think these exercises are helping me fit into my lingerie."

I look at her confused, "Oh cut the act, you know that's all fake."

She stood up with an indignant look, "What?!? This is all fake? You mean, none of these exercises are real?" Yeah right, you bitch, now you're just giving me a hard time about... Shit! She's not giving me hard time, she's putting on an act for the camera! She must have realized what I was doing and now she's get this all recorded! "I can't believe you would do this to me!" she screamed at me. "Get out of my house!"

I lunge for the table with my wallet and cell phone, but she is too quick for me. In one fluid motion, she snatched the cell phone and gently tossed it across the room onto the couch while spinning around and opening the front door. Then in a move worthy of Jet Li, she grabbed my shoulder and spun me into the hallway so that I fell down on my back. Within seconds I feel my clothes, wallet, and keys land on my torso. "You think I couldn't see the little light on your phone, jackass? God, you're a fucking moron. Don't worry, you'll get your phone back, after I download that video off of your phone onto my computer. Idiot!" And with that, she slammed the door into my little toe.

Fuckitty fuck fuck fuckitty fuck FUUUCK! I quickly put my clothes on in the hallway before anyone catches me naked out there and calls the cops for public indecency. That's just fucking terrific. Brilliant plan, dickwad. Now instead of me having an incriminating video of Brittney confessing she's blackmailing, she has an incriminating video of me fucking her and lying to her. Fuck! Now I'm in even deeper shit. Instead of my word against hers, now it's my word against a recorded digital video where everything I said can and will be used against me in a court of law. Not even Matlock could get me out of this. Matlock? What am I, 75 years old? I can't think of a better lawyer cultural reference than fucking Matlock? 

I stand up and want to bang on the door as hard as I can until she opens the door and lets me back into her apartment, but I stop myself. I know all I will do is draw attention to myself from anyone nearby, and I'll come across as an out-of-control violent jerk, and she'll be able to play up the sweet, innocent victim to any eavesdropping neighbors that would undoubtedly be interviewed by any newscasters that are called in to get comments of how the insane rapist appeared to frightened, objective onlookers. So I listen to the Matlock voice in my head and instead grab my jacket and hobble to the elevator.

I might as well go down to a local bar and down a bottle of 200% proof liquor and maybe I'll be lucky enough to get liver poisoning and die right on the spot. Instead I find myself outside of Tasha's apartment. What the fuck, I might as well knock on the door and see if she's home.

I hear an annoying "Hey there!" Oh, great, there's Dave greeting me with a big fucking smile on his face. I thought this was the night he was giving her a break from all his shitty toys. "Come on in, Tasha's in the other room and ready to go," then he says under his breath, "if you know what I'm saying." Yeah, I know what you're saying, you dumbfuck. A third grader knows what you're fucking saying. Amoebas growing on the bottom of my shoes know what the fuck you're saying.

I'm sorry, I'm being an asshole. I know that was uncalled for. I'm just in a really REALLY pissy mood now and I thought maybe seeing Tasha would cheer me a little. But seeing Dave and knowing he's here with Tasha just puts me in an even lousier mood. 

Dave leads the way into her bedroom, where Tasha is on her knees in the middle of the bed with her hands tied above her head with a rope. Ok, I admit seeing her stunningly gorgeous body does put me in a slightly better mood. Then I see she is blindfolded and gagged, and that's when I notice the whip in Dave's hand. "Ever since I got here, she's been begging me to do this!" God, that gleeful pitch in his voice is even more fucking annoying than a soulless ballad sung by some ballless boy band. 

He stands beside Tasha on the bed and grabs a clump of her hair, jerking her head back. "Do you want to be whipped again?" Jesus, Dave, what the fuck kind of dominating bullshit are you doing here? But when I watch her nod her head vigorously, I remember her fetish and how much she enjoyed this kind of dominating bullshit. 

Dave takes a step or two back and then brings the whip against her back, which I see is already a little red from before. Her entire body jerks in pain and she lets out a yelp as every muscle in her body tenses up and her gargantuan tits jiggle. He whips her again, which makes me really angry, but I'm too hypnotized by Tasha's incredible naked body, glistening with sweat, writhe in ecstasy. 

Dave walks up and grabs her hair again, "Do you want the clamps?" She nods. "Do you really want the clamps?" She nods again. "I don't think you want the clamps." She nods and grunts with enthusiasm. Dave reaches down and grabs the large metal nipple clamps from his bag and puts the pinchers right on top of her erect nipples. The chain between the clamps shakes violently as Tasha's entire body twists with anguish. Her breasts randomly shake in every direction with sweat flying off of her delectable flesh. 

"Spread your legs. Now." Dave commands as he grabs a dildo from his bag. She obediently does so, and then he shoves it into her wet cunt as hard as he can. He thrusts it in and out of her body several times, and she is grunting with orgasm and trying to hump that little piece of silicone polyethylene as hard as her jiggling, shackled body can.

With the clamps and dildo firmly in place, Dave went back to whipping her a few more times. The slap of leather against her skin, the smell of her sweat, the way her body rocked and thrashed with every impact, the sound of her orgasmic grunts, it was all getting to be too much for me. I just need to get the fuck out of here, I can't take this shit any more.

Dave looked at me, smiling, but when I walked towards the door, he said, "Wait, don't leave! I was just getting her warmed up so that you and I could... y'know, do an exercise together." He immediately untied her hands, and Tasha went down on all fours on the bed. 

"I don't think so, it's getting late, and I..." my voice trailed off. Don't get me wrong, my cock was rock hard by now, and nothing would be better than finding some unused orifice of hers, although that was getting increasingly hard to find. 

As Dave unhooked her hands and took her gag off, I heard Tasha plead, "Please. Don't go." She was still blindfolded, so she couldn't tell where I was exactly. But there she was on the bed, on all fours, with the chain of the nipple clamps dangling beneath her swaying tits and a huge dildo protruding from her drenched pussy. "Please," was the only other word she said.

My brain stopped working at this point, because I don't remember consciously deciding to take off my clothes and stand in front of Tasha. I certainly don't remember choosing to put my hardened dick against her cheek so that she, in her blindfolded state, could easily turn her head and wrap her wet lips around my dick. I don't remember when Dave came up to her from behind and spread her butt apart so that he could force his dick into her ass. I don't really remember deciding to do any of this. But whatever part of my inner psyche made these decisions on behalf of the rest of my body, I and my cock are both infinitely grateful.

Tasha was moaning as she slid her head up and down my shaft as Dave was thrusting himself deeper and deeper into her from behind. Every inch of himself that he shoved into her made her hanging breasts wriggle and swing. By now, Tasha had swallowed so much of my cock that my balls were tickling her chin. Dave was hammering her from behind now, which made her forehead press into my groin and pushed my cock deeper into her throat.

I felt her mouth relax a little, so I pulled myself out of her and let her catch her breath for a few seconds. It didn't take long, however, before she ingested my cock whole again and I marveled as it disappeared into her wonderful mouth. 

I could see the veins in Dave's neck popping out as he was thrusting faster and faster and, sure enough, within a few seconds a saw a satisfied goofy grin on his face as his body slowed down. Not the kind of thing I want to be looking at in this particular moment, but not so distracting that I had to stop fucking her face.

That's when I felt Tasha slow down herself and let my throbbing cock go free from her mouth for a moment. Then she gradually let her lips glide over my dick again. I could feel myself pulsing in her mouth as she covered me with her spittle. She would suck as hard as she could, and just when I thought I was going to cum, she would release the pressure and lightly flick her tongue up and down my shaft. And then she would suck hard again until I could feel the jism building inside me, and then she would tauntingly release the pressure again. 

Finally, she sucked as hard as she could and this time she didn't relent until streams of my warm cum shot into her mouth. As she slid her mouth off my cum-covered cock, strings of jism swung between her lips and my throbbing dick. She reached between her legs and pushed the dildo in and out of her pussy a few times, just to keep herself good and wet.

Next I watched dumbstruck as she began licking my cock, lapping up every drop of cum I had on me. Like my dick was some jism-flavored ice cream cone that she wanted to savor every single morsel. Feeling her tongue lightly go up and down every inch of my penis was an experience unlike anything I'd ever had. I could see her drinking every globule of cum and letting it rest on her tongue for a few seconds before she swallowed it down. My God, I think I'm going to faint. That's right, faint from a fucking blowjob, which may sound ridiculous to most people, but fuck them, they don't know. They have no fucking idea how she was an unbelievable virtuoso at sucking cock.

I hadn't felt this good in days and I could feel the muscles in my cheeks start to quiver from being plastered in such an unnaturally large smile for so long. Tasha took off her blindfold and my heart leapt as I stared at her beautiful face. Yes, my heart fucking leapt, so don't say a fucking word about it. She looked up at me with a devilish smile and slowly slid her tongue up my stomach, pausing every so often to kiss my torso. As her mouth moved across my chest, my breathing became faster and more excited until her eyes met mine and she planted her lips right on top of mine so that I could literally taste my own cum. And the weird thing is I didn't even mind tasting my own cum, which should tell you just how extraordinarily intoxicated I am with Tasha right now.

As we kissed, she wrapped her arms around my shoulders and pressed her incredible breasts against me. Then, with an impish giggle, she fell down on her back onto the bed and pulled me down on top of her. I was taken by surprise as she quickly rolled over so that all of a sudden I was the one on bottom and she was the one sitting on top of me with her muscular thighs straddling my body. The dildo was still inside her, and she used her hands to move it around a little.

She leaned over to the nightstand and grabbed a bottle of oil that I hadn't noticed sitting there. Of course, to be fair to myself, when I'm facing a woman with large tits who wants to suck my cock, I don't normally notice too many other things going on.  

Tasha holds the bottle of oil with one hand as she takes my hand in another. She pours a generous amount of oil into my hand and then presses my hand in the deep chasm of her cleavage. Taking the hint, I massage her entire chest with my hands until her huge tits were glistening and dripping with oil. Oh my god, I had forgotten how wonderful it felt to squeeze the flesh of her breasts so that her skin bulged between my fingers. Who am I kidding? I hadn't forgotten; I just missed these wonderful tits. I missed sinking my fingers into her generous mounds of flesh, and squeezing her nipples between my oily fingertips, and putting as much of her tits into my mouth as humanly possible. 

She rolled her shoulders back a little so that I had unfettered access to her entire chest, and I made sure I covered every millimeter of her gargantuan tits. Now that her shiny breasts were coated in oil, she put her hands into mine and pushed them aside and began rubbing her massive chest against mine. I could feel the heat of her body as she moved her tits side to side across my chest until it too was oily. 

She moved her breasts downward and used them to cover my entire torso with oil. She continued down my body, pressing her breasts against my legs until each hair of my shaggy legs was gleaming with oil. Every so often she would play with the dildo still lodged in her moist cunt. 

I laid there as if I were floating in heaven, enjoying having my whole body lovingly massaged by her slippery tits. It must've taken her ten minutes, but it could've been hours for all I know. I lose all sense of time every time I get a breast massage. Right, as if my scrawny ass gets breast massages every other day. No, the only time I've ever gotten this kind of treatment was from Tasha, and I fucking loved her for it.

I hear a rustling and look over and see Dave is gleefully videotaping all of this. Normally I find Dave's presence to be irritating, if not downright distracting, but I admit I appreciate he had the perverted ambition to capture this moment digitally for me to enjoy over and over. Yeah, I know he was doing it for him to enjoy, but as long as I could relive this moment, I don't fucking care.

Oh, actually Dave is setting the camera down and he approaches Tasha. He's standing beside the bed trying to shove his penis into her breasts. I can tell Tasha isn't in the mood to have his bony little pencil-dick anywhere near her, but she obliges by turning her shoulders toward him and pressing her breasts together so that he can start fucking her tits.

The remaining oil on her breasts seems to be lubricating him, because he starts moving faster and faster. Each time he shoves his groin against her chest, the skin on her tits ripple from the impact. She's pressing her breasts together as hard as she can, giving him as much friction as possible, which does the trick because within thirty seconds he grunts and shoots his load onto her huge bosom. Thirty seconds? Jesus Christ, Dave, don't you have any fucking strength in your groin that can make you stretch the moment out longer than it takes me to heat a box of Oodles o'Noodles?




The Bra Salesman Ch. 10



As his eyes rolled into the back of his head with orgasmic satisfaction, she looked over her shoulder at me and smiled. Then she got on all fours on the edge of the bed and laid her head on the bed moving her hips up so that her pussy was directed straight at me. I immediately got on my knees behind her and grabbed her hips. With any other woman, my spent cock would be too exhausted to do anything else that night, but seeing Tasha naked and presenting her wet cunt to me was all the inspiration my body needed to become rock hard again.

The dildo was still lodged inside her, so I pulled the dildo in and out of her a few times, and she threw her head back in arousal. I even shoved it hard into her one time, and she squealed with delight. Finally I removed the dildo and tossed it to the side of the bed and then pressed the tip of my penis against the lips of her pussy as she wiggled her hips trying to get my cock inside her. Instead, I playfully moved around so that she couldn't quite wrap herself around my throbbing dick. She sighed several times and then used her hand to spread the lips of her pussy apart, practically begging me to put myself inside her. I continued, however, to move the tip of my cock in and around and up and down all over her pussy, but never penetrating her. 

She gave another pouty sound of disappointment and then with her hand reached back and grabbed my cock. Her hands were still a little oily and her fingers easily slid up and down my shaft. 

I was just enjoying her giving me a handjob when she pulled me into her cunt and shoved her hips back against me so that my cock was driven deep inside her. I tried to pull out, but I felt the muscles around her pussy clench hard so that I could barely move. See Dave, that's what groin muscles could do if you tried to force yourself to hold off for a little while.

With her cunt locked around my cock, she began gyrating her hips around and grinding herself on top of my penis so that I was burrowing deeper into her. Now it was her turn to play with me as she moved her pelvis back and forth and up and down, all while clamping tightly onto my stiff, throbbing cock.

Soon we fell into a rhythm together so that she rocked back into me and I thrust forward. We started slowly at first, not wanting to rush ourselves. After spending so much time apart, it felt so wonderful to finally be with each other again that I don't think either of us wanted this moment to end any time soon.

I grabbed the side of her hips with my still oily hands and rubbed her buttocks as I coaxed them back and forth on top of my shaft. I slid my hand down to the small of her back and held her in place as I gave a few forceful thrusts into her that made her gasp with pleasure. I could hear her moan with pleasure as I slipped back into our former rhythm.

I sunk my fingers into her and slammed by cock into her as hard as I could once, and her grunt "Ungh!" conveyed pure satisfaction. I thrust myself into her again, and she cried "Ungh!" as I spread the fingers of my greasy hands wide across her back. I began pummeling her as hard as possible and she shrieked with pleasure. "Ungh! Ungh! Ungh! Ungh!" Again and again, I barreled into her.

I could feel her slamming her hips back against me even harder as she screamed with arousal. "UNGH! UNGH!" Her tousled hair was swaying wildly now "YES! UNGH! UNGH!" and she was begging me for more, "Harder! Harder! UNGH! HARDER! YES! UNGH! UNGH!" 

Her muscular buttocks quivered every time my sweaty body slammed into hers, and I could see the sides of her immense breasts shuddering as well. "YES! YES! UNGH! UNGH!" I was slamming into her violently and brutally and her voice, rising in pitch, screamed for more. "YES! YES! YEEEEEES!" By now, I could hear the difference in her voice when she orgasmed, and it encouraged me to continue pounding myself into her even harder. "UNGH! UNGH! OH GOD! OH GOD! UNGH!"

I don't know how I managed to hold out for as long as I did, but I could feel the jism building and I knew I wouldn't be able to stop myself. "UNGH! UNGH! YES! UNGH!" I felt an orgasmic rush as cum exploded inside her and filled her groin. "YES! UNGH! UNNNNNNGH!" 

We both collapsed onto the bed, drenched in sweat. Well, I was drenched in sweat. She was drenched in sweat and my cum around her pussy, as well as Dave's leftover cum still sticking to her gigantic tits that swayed as she gasped and tried to catch her breath. 

We looked at each other and smiled. God, I can't remember the last time I had felt this happy. I reached out and found her hand and held it gently in mine, and I felt her tenderly squeeze my hand in return. Have her eyes always been this intensely green, or is this just my orgasmically giddy brain seeing colors that aren't really there? Oh, who the fuck cares? I just love staring at her.

"That was fucking awesome!" Dave is peering into the digital camera in his hands. I hadn't even noticed him standing there, but I assume he captured the entire thing. Once again, my instant feeling of disgust for this swine of a person was immediately replaced with a gratitude that this wonderful man captured this moment of time for all eternity.

"I thought I'd find you here," and with that grating voice, all my orgasm-induced giddy happiness vanished in a nanosecond. I lifted my head and saw that yes, in fact, Brittney had let herself into Tasha's apartment and was now standing in the doorway with a scowl on her face. Or maybe that was her smile. I honestly can't tell the difference anymore. "Why am I not surprised to see you here fucking this cheap harlot?"

Dave stood nervously beside the bed, "Um... the thing is..."

"Get the fuck out of here, you little troll!" Brittney snapped. Dave immediately gathered up all his clothes and left the room. I heard the front door open and close soon after, and I wondered if he'd taken the time to put on his clothes before he left or if he'd been so scared of Brittney that he had wandered into the hallway without anything on. 

"And as for YOU," she turned to me jutting out a bony gnarled finger toward me, "I thought you would have been smart enough to come back and beg me for forgiveness instead of fucking this stupid whore!"

I could see Tasha was annoyed but still wanting to make amends. "Brittney! I'm..."

"Shut the fuck up, you little tramp!!" Brittney bellowed. "You'll spread your slutty legs and slutty jaws for any semi-erect cock that happens to be nearby, so keep your jism-filled mouth shut!" 

"Hold on a minute," I said. 

But Brittney cut me off, "NO! YOU hold on a minute! In case you've forgotten, you are going to do what *I* say or things are going to go VERY badly for you!" I swear Brittney's face would have veins popping out of her forehead if her species had blood running through their cold, dead bodies.

Tasha leans over to me, "Who was that guy that said 'God is dead'?"

Brittney keeps screaming, "I hold your pitiful little life in my fucking hands, and you decide to come HERE and fuck this trollop? Are you fucking insane?" 

God is dead? What is Tasha talking about? "Are you talking about John Lennon?" No, he said he was more popular than Jesus.

"Not him, some philosopher writer guy." Philosopher? Where is this coming from? 

Seeing us talk only made Brittney even more furious, which I didn't even think was possible. "Don't you fucking talk to each other when I'm fucking talking to you!! Who the fuck do you two think you are?" 

I ignore Brittney and wrack my brain trying to think of the philosopher that talked about God being dead. It's right on the tip of my tong... oh right! "You're mean Nietzsche?"

"Yeah! That's him!" Tasha sat up, cleared her throat, and calmly said in a loud voice, "Neitzsche-esque." 

Brittney's face, red and contorted with fury, immediately calmed down into a silent, vapid look where she was staring off into nowhere. Shit! What the fuck just happened? The room that had filled with yelling and screaming immediately became so quiet I could hear my own heartbeat. What the fuck what the fuck WHAT THE FUCK?!? Now I am starting to seriously freak out. "Holy shit! What the fuck did you do?" What the fuck DID she do? What the fuck is going on?!?

"It's ok," she says to me. Don'ttellmeit'sokgoddamnittellmewhatthefuckishappinghere!

"She's fine, she just needed to calm down." Tasha said, almost indifferently. "You can relax too," she quietly tells me as she pries the bed sheet out of my stiffly clenched hand.

My brain is both flooded with hundreds of questions and deadened with any sense of reality. I finally manage to catch my breath, "But how the fuck did you DO that?"

"Oh, that?" Tasha pointed at Brittney. Uh YEAH, I do believe THAT is what the fuck I'm talking about!! "Brittney wanted to go see this hypnotist about a year ago, so we went and she was picked to go onstage. He hypnotized her and used this code word. A few days later, when she was ranting about something, I tried using the word and this is what happened. So every now and then when she goes crazy like that, I use the word to help her calm down." Tasha smiled and hopped off the bed and started looking for her clothes. As she started putting her bra on, she continued, "Don't worry, she'll come to in a few minutes and won't remember a thing." 

Are you fucking shitting me? That is the dumbest thing I've ever heard. Hypnotism is just a bullshit racket for people who want to believe some stupid hocus-pocus and ignore everything we know about human will power and self-determination. Hypnotism is like the creationism of psychology, who in their fucking right minds would believe such bullshit?!? But as I stare blankly at Brittney, who is clearly staring blankly back at me, I can't think of any other explanation for what just happened right in front of my face.

As Tasha stepped into the bathroom, I realize that now would be a good time to go to Brittney's apartment and get my phone back. And then it hits me. "Brittney," I whisper to her so that Tasha wouldn't be able to hear, "first you need to apologize to Tasha for calling her all those names. Then you're going to go back to your apartment and erase the incriminating video of me off your computer. And the next time I come to your apartment, you're going to give me my phone back." 

I smile and stand there, but Brittney isn't moving. I thought she was going to do whatever I said, so why is she just standing there? Shouldn't be hopping to it and doing what I ordered her to do? Is she really hypnotized? Maybe it's all bullshit after all. Hrmm, I must need to do something else. Think back to other hypnotists I've seen on TV. What do they do? Great, I'm using TV hypnotists as a source of information. Next I'll use Dora the Explorer to help me figure out how to use my GPS.

Oh yeah, hypnotists snap their fingers at the end. I hold my hand up and snap. Instantly Brittney blinks several times and then looks around the room. Tasha is walking back into the bedroom, and Brittney goes up to her, "Hey, I didn't mean what I said, I just get wound up sometimes. You know me. I don't know why I did that, so I'm sorry."

Tasha responded, "It's ok, really." But I don't think Brittney was even listening, since she'd already turned on her heel and walked straight out the bedroom door and out the front door of Tasha's apartment. Tasha then gave me a big smile and said, "See, I told you she'd calm down." 

Holy shit, Brittney actually did what I told her. But I can't get too excited yet. I have to go see if she did all the other stuff I told her to do. I walk over to Tasha and put my hands on her chin and jaw. I lean in and give her a great big kiss, and she wraps her arms around me affectionately in return. My hands wandered down her body and cupped her massive breasts. As I rubbed the fabric of her bra covering her amazing tits, I said, "Y'know, I think my time would be better spent here with you than with Brittney."

Tasha sighed, "Yeah, but you know how she gets when she doesn't get her way."

I kept massaging her gargantuan tits, "I think everything is going to be ok now." God I hope so. Please oh please let this work. I gave Tasha another big kiss and then said, "I'm going to talk to Brittney now and let her know, ok?"

Tasha looked down at my hands, still rubbing her gigantic bosoms, "I'd really like that."

"I'll see you tomorrow after work." And then I gave her another kiss. And then another. Ok one more. No, maybe a couple more. Five minutes later and I'm still trying to pull myself away from her body, but I finally get enough will power to push her away and walk out the door.

I stood in the hallway for a moment, wondering whether to deal with Brittney right this second or go home and sleep on it so that I could come up with a real plan. Revenge is a dish best served cold, isn't that what they say? Don't get stuck in the heat of the moment and instead bide your time, plan your move, think about what you're going to do next.

Thing is, thinking has never been my strong point. Which of course is why I get into so much trouble and my life is little more than a pathetic, crappy existence. But it's also got me this far. To me, get your revenge when you can as you can. Revenge is a dish best served served. Ooooh, I've got to remember to write that down. I don't think of too many pithy things to say, and that's as close as I'm ever going to get.

Point is, even though I should probably go home and plan my next move, I just want to get this over with now and get my life back as soon as fucking possible. So I make my way upstairs to Brittney's apartment and knock on her door, and for once I do it with a smile on my face. 

She opens the door and gives me a look of disgust, "What the fuck are you doing here? Did she finally have the sense to spit out whatever cum you shot into her mouth and kick your sorry ass out the door?"

"Nice to see you too." I don't know why I thought she would be less of a bitch now, but clearly that didn't happen. Shit, maybe this was all too good to be true.

"Here's your crappy phone," she says as she places the phone in my hand. "I decided to get rid of that worthless recording you had. But don't think I won't have you put in jail if you don't do everything I say." Hrmm, that's interesting. She did everything I commanded, but she rationalized it all within her skewed, bitchy viewpoint.

Well, I think that needs to change as well. "Neitzsche-esque." Brittney immediately went blank again, so I let myself into her apartment and closed the door. I gently led her across the room by her shoulders and sat her down on her couch. "Ok, I need you to listen. You do not want to put me in jail anymore. You are happy that Tasha and I are together, and you won't interfere with our relationship in any way. Do you understand?"

"Yes," she says with the bored, mind-numbing listlessness like someone who has watched too many episodes of Jersey Shore in a row.

"Good," I said to no one in particular, since Brittney was staring off into nothing. She looks so peaceful just standing there after all the mean, vicious shit she had put me through. After what she did, I deserve a little payback, I decided to go one step further. "And while you're at it, take off your clothes and give me a blowjob." Brittney instantly began taking off every stitch of clothing covering her. I wish I'd timed it, because I swear she was standing in front of me completely naked in about twenty seconds.

She undid my belt and loosened my pants as she fell to her knees in front of me. Then she ravenously pulled my pants down and shoved my limp cock into her mouth. The pressure of her suction immediately made me stiff, and she bobbed her head up and down over my shaft as her lips lubricated my entire cock.

In a few minutes, she starts really going to town on me, her hair is flailing as she shoves her head up and down as fast as she can over my rod. I even reach down and grab her hair and start thrusting myself into her mouth as hard as I can, thinking about every shitty thing she did, every threat she gave me, every horrible thing she did to Tasha. And I want to take Brittney down to the local bar and force her to have give blowjobs with every willing male in the place until her mouth is filled with the cum of dozens of men. Or maybe I could make her walk down the worst street in the city after midnight naked with a sign that says "Fuck me" so that every toothless homeless guy in every garbage-ridden alley can get his unshowered dick laid.

Hey, I know I'm being a prick. I confess, I wanted some humiliating, cruel, inhumane revenge. It's not a moment I'm proud of, mind you, but I had just fucking had it with this terrible bitch and I... y'know, this isn't right. I can't do this. Jesus, what's wrong with me? There was a time I would have reveled in this moment to get some fucking revenge, but now, I'm just not that into it.

I slow down, and Brittney looks up at me confused, like she wants me to keep banging her skull. "Swallow it all," is all I say to her, and she goes back to her business, which in this case means wrapping her mouth around my cock and sucking as hard as she can. It takes less than a minute, but soon I feel my cock explode with jism, and Brittney obediently keeps as much of her mouth over me and swallows every last little bit. She kept moving her mouth up and down my shaft a few more times slowly, just to make sure she swallowed as much as she could.

But there's something wrong. I mean, it feels nice, sure, who doesn't enjoy a naked woman sucking on your cock, y'know? But it just wasn't... it wasn't who I wanted, that's the problem. 

So what do I do now? See, this is why I should've waited until tomorrow so that I could devise a plan. Now I'm just sitting here with a spent dick and a naked hypnotized woman and no good ideas. Wait! I've got it. I can get...

"Huh? Why am I on the floor naked?" Brittney blinks her eyes and looks at me with a fury that I hadn't seen since... well, honestly since ten minutes ago. But what is she doing awake? Oh shit, I instinctively snapped my fingers when I had my next idea, and that must have brought her out of her hypnosis.

Quickly, I say "Neitzsche-esque!" and Brittney immediately regains that blank look of staring off at nothing in particular. Anyway I've got a fantastic idea. I look into Brittney's vacant eyes and give her my next set of instructions. "You are hopelessly attracted to short, balding guys who are a little overweight. And you love bondage. You love being tied up, whipped, bit, and everything else. You love it when a guy wants to do that to you and you are willing to do anything he wants. Do you understand?"

"Yes." I may not be heartless enough to have her fuck every stranger I can find, but I sure as shit can dump Brittney off on Dave and let him do whatever sick, twisted thing he wants to her. There's something poetic about that I think. I mean, if you consider poetry to include sick, perverted bondage.

Suddenly Brittney says, "Huh? What am I doing on the floor?" How the hell did she wake up again? It must've been when I slapped my hand against the armrest on the chair. Damn it, I need to be more careful.

"Neitzshe-esque!" I say, and she devolves into her blank stupor again. Just make sure she gets her instructions. "Dave is going to come see you tomorrow, and you are going to be hopelessly attracted to him. You will beg him to tie you up, handcuff you, whip you, put nipple clamps on you, and anything else he wants to do. You want him to be rough and painful. You like it when he's perverted and kinky. He is the sexiest man you know. Got it?"

"Yes." Oh this is fucking perfect. Dave can do whatever his sick, perverted mind can think of on Brittney, and she'll love it and beg for more. This is even better than I'd...




The Bra Salesman Ch. 10



"Huh? Why am I on the floor?" Brittney says, "and why do I have the taste of cum in my mouth?" Shit, what just happened? I didn't snap or anything. Did I clap my hands? Did I make some other noise that was enough to bring her out? Maybe I... doesn't matter. She's awake and she doesn't look happy.

"Neitzsche-esque!" And again that one word relaxes her face and body and the empty look in her eyes returned. Shit, I have no idea what I'm doing or how many times I can do this before it doesn't work anymore. Or I give her brain damage so badly she'll start listening to Josh Groban and enjoy it. I need to just wrap this up.

"Ok. I'm going to leave now. Five seconds after I leave, you are going to put your clothes back on and wake up. You will not remember this conversation or that I was even here just now. Then you are going to go to work tomorrow and do all your normal routines. And when Dave knocks on your door tomorrow after work, you will beg him to handcuff you and let him do whatever he wants to do." And with that, I get up off the couch feeling better than I have for many, many days. 

I am half walking and half dancing across her apartment as I take several deep breaths that feel like freedom filling my lungs, or at least what I imagine freedom feels like. As if freedom could come in some vaporized aerosol that one could inhale, maybe in a variety of flavors. Liberty Lemon. Independence Fruit. Gimme Liberty or Gimme Berry. I am so high on life right now that not only am I coming up with ridiculously stupid ideas for a nonsense product, I can actually use a phrase like "high on life" and not puke on myself in disgust. I finally know that tomorrow is actually going to be a better day that I am actually looking forward to living, which to me means a day that involves my putting my stiff cock into Tasha's gorgeous body. Who knew I could be such a hopeless romantic, right? I open the front door, snap my fingers, and then close the door behind me.



The Bra Salesman Ch. 11



Again, thanks to all who have written, commented, and voted in the past. I appreciate all the feedback. Hope you enjoy the next installment!

Chapter 11: But Of Course

"No, I don't think so."

I roll my eyes and grab Dave by the shoulders. "I am telling you man, Brittney is totally jealous of all the bondage stuff you've been doing to Tasha and she wants you to do them all with her!" Hey asshole, you're at work, why don't you try saying that a little louder so that the females in the next cube over can write down everything you say to save time on your sexual harassment hearing. I poke my head down the aisle to make sure no one else at work heard me.

He looks at me skeptically, "I don't think she likes me. She called me a troll yesterday." Honestly, the resemblance between Dave and a short monstrous creature who lives under a bridge terrorizing goats is quite uncanny, but I'm not going to point that out to him.

"Of course she likes you! She calls me a jackass! She calls Tasha a slut! She calls people names all the time. That's how she is. That's how you know she likes you." I can see by the look on his face that Dave still isn't buying it. "Look, I promise you. I'll go with you to Brittney's apartment after work and you'll see for yourself, ok?" Of course, I know all this because I was able to plant all sorts of subliminal instructions to Brittney last night after Tasha told me the code word for Brittney's hypnosis. Which sounds even more ridiculous than it did when I discovered it last night. 

Point is, I can finally be free of the annoying bitch and can let Dave unleash all his pent-up sexual perversions on her. And now that I've conditioned her to enjoy all his extreme bondage shit, it's a win-win-win situation for everyone. Especially for Tasha and me, which honestly is all I really care about.

Until last night, Tasha and I hadn't been together for at least a week. And after being with her again, I never want to be with anyone else ever again. I know that now, and I am going to spend tonight showing her just how special she is. I've bought all sorts of stuff in preparation tonight so that we can have the exceptional night she deserves, but not in the Dave sense of "I spent a buttload of money on bondage crap that would scare Madame Whippamyass." 

But first I have to convince Dave to actually get Brittney out of my hair. Dave shrugs and says in a meek voice, "Ok, I guess I can do that." 

"Terrific! I'll meet you in front of their apartment building at 5:30! And don't forget your bag of... y'know" and then I lean in and whisper "bondage stuff" because I don't want to make the same mistake again. Dave leaves my cube with a smile, but I can tell he still doesn't believe me. That's fine, he can have as many doubts as he wants, just as long as he gets his large, hairy ass there tonight. I can barely focus on my work for the rest of the day. Hell, I can't get any work done, I just spend most of the day checking and rechecking the bag that I'm bringing to Tasha's tonight.

By the time Dave arrives at 5:35, the fucking prick, I'd already been waiting twenty minutes before that. God, I'm acting like some pimply teenager with a schoolboy crush, and I guess that's exactly what I do feel like and I'm ok with that. "Sorry to keep you waiting," is all Dave says as he walks up to me.

"No problem, glad you're here." That is what I actually said. What I wanted to say was a string of four-letter curse words that made fun of his penis, his manhood, his character, his personality, and every other physical attribute about him for him being a selfish fucking asshole making me wait out here five fucking minutes that I could have had being inside with Tasha. But I want him to be confident and in a good place mentally tonight, so I wisely shut my fucking mouth and opened the door of the elevator for him.

The two of us walk up to Brittney's door and just as I'm about to knock, Dave grabs my arm again, "Are you sure about this?" I give him a huge smile and rap on her door three times. Thing is, I honestly don't know how well this is going to work. Sure, the hypnosis seems to work pretty well, but it might be asking a lot to get her to be attracted to a guy like Dave who, frankly, is a little repugnant, not that good looking, and has the charming personality of a cement block. All of a sudden a wave of dread flooded my body, but I didn't let me smile fall for one second.

Brittney throws open the door and in an irritated voice says, "What do you wan... oh, hello there!" Upon seeing Dave, her voice immediately melts into a lovely, welcoming tone full of sweetness. "I didn't know YOU would be here. Come on in!" Holy shit, I think this is actually going to work. "Please tell me you brought over your handcuffs!" she says with a weird sort of merriment that I never thought I'd hear come from a mean bitch like her. She grabs Dave by his shirt, pulls him into her apartment but leaves the door open.

To Dave's utter shock, and mine as well, she immediately starts clawing at his clothes with one hand while ripping off her own clothes with the other. I have no fucking idea how she has the dexterity to do that, but within a minute, they're both completely naked. "Get your handcuffs out!" she says to him. Well, it's more of a scream, but not the atonal screechy yell of irritation I've been listening to day after day, it's more of an enthusiastic squeal of delight that is accidentally too loud.

I'm still standing in the front doorway, which is still wide open, and decide to just let myself in and close the door behind me. When I turn around, Dave is already pinned on the floor with Brittney straddling his groin with her hands behind her back and handcuffed. "Do you have nipple clamps?" which made me snicker. Seriously? Asking if Dave has nipple clamps in his traveling nylon bag of masochism is like asking if the Pope has ever read the Bible.

Dave reaches out as far as he can, given that he can't move with her sitting on top of him, and scratches at the strap of his duffel bag until he can grab it with his fist. I watch his hand disappear beneath a pile of whips and boxes and dildos until it reemerges with the nipple clamps in his clutches. 

As he clasps the clamps on her protruding nipples, she gyrates her hips around and then moves her body up and down. I can't see, but I assume she managed to find his stumpy dick and maneuver it inside her. I would feel like an asshole for such a completely mean comment if it weren't for the fact that it was absolutely true.

This is great, now I can take this chance to quietly slip out the door so that I can go to Tasha's apartment, finally free and unencumbered with any blackmail or threats or anything. Crap, Dave is waving to me and pointing somewhere. I look over to the table where he's pointing at and I see some stuff lying there, including a banana. I don't know what the fuck he wants, so I grab the banana and hold it out to him. Seems like an odd time to eat, but if he's hungry, I'm not going to deny him a snack.

Brittney is still pumping her shackled body up and down so hard that the chain across her tits, which I have to admit are beautifully large, shakes every time she slams down on his crotch. Her eyes are closed and her head bent back like she's in an erotic trance, so I assume she's oblivious to what Dave is doing as he waves me off and frantically points at the table again. Well, his car keys are there, so maybe that's... no, he's waving that off. Shit, what the fuck are you.... 

Oh, he's pointing at his digital camera. Fine, here's your camera, enjoy yourself and... he's waving me off again?!? What the fuck does he want? Now he's holding his hand up and with his finger in a hook... shit, he wants me to videotape this. 

Brittney is now gasping "yes" as she keeps hammering her naked body on top of his. Goddamnit, I don't want to stand here like some schmuck watching Dave perform acts with Brittney that would be illegal in several states. But since he videotaped and shared the footage of me and Tasha from last night, and holy shit was that some awesome footage, I can't really say no to this. I just hope she makes him cum soon so I can get out of here quick.

Just as I hit the record button, she dismounts him and says breathlessly, "I'm yours," with a big smile on her face. In appreciation, Dave shoves a ball gag in her mouth and throws her on the coffee table so that her head lands hard against the top. She's lying on her back on top the table, her arms still handcuffed behind her back, with a pile of magazines digging into her shoulders and a bag of low-fat corn puffs under her neck. 

Dave lifts one of her legs up so that her body shifts onto one shoulder, and then he starts rutting her as hard as his rotund body can manage. Her breasts are flopping wildly in every direction and I hear her grunt in appreciation with every one of his thrusts. He reaches down and grabs a fistful of hair in one of his hands, and then he starts pummeling her even harder with his hips. She is moaning in pure bliss and the two of them grunting and growling together sound like a lawn mower that's in immediate need of repair. 

It doesn't take long before he slows down and she lets out one long, muffled "hhhhrrrnnnnn" as she accepts every drop of cum he is undoubtedly squirting into her wet pussy at that moment. As soon as they both regain control of their breathing, Dave pulls himself out while still holding on to a fistful of her hair. He comes around to the side of the table and starts wiping his cum-covered dick all over her tits, and she moves her shoulders around as best as she can considering her arms are still handcuffed behind her.

I think he's done, but then he lets go of her hair and starts digging his fingers into her nipple-clamped tits and squeezing her as hard as he can, which I can tell because she arches her back and grunts with pain. When she does, Dave uses his other hand to put two fingers into her cunt and pumps his fingers in and out of her so that streams of wetness come pouring out of her.

Now he's finger fucking her as hard as he can with one hand while twisting her clamped nipples with the other. She is contorting her body every which way, all the while screaming in muffled pain with the ball gag in her mouth. As she yelps with pleasure, he gets on his knees and really focuses on shoving his fingers as deep as he can inside her. 



Her muffled grunts soon turn into intermittent high-pitched squeals of orgasmic delight. She spreads her legs as wide as she can so that he can insert himself as deep as possible, and Dave is just thumping away at her crotch with a sick smile on his face and his drooling tongue hanging out of his mouth. She lets out one long squeal and then gasps for air, which makes me think she had an orgasm, and Dave finally slows down.

She rolls over on the coffee table onto her back, as best she can with her arms handcuffed behind her, and pants as magazines slide from underneath her and fall to the floor. Dave unstraps the ball gag and the two of them smile at each other like their souls are connected through some devil-inspired code of perversion. In between gasps, she asks, "Did you bring your whip?"

Ok, that's it, I've done my duty. I quietly click the recording off and gently laid the camera on the couch. I hear Dave ask, "Do you want the leather or the nylon?" I am so glad these kids got together and can make each other happy, but I really need to get the fuck out of here. I manage to grab my bag and open the front door without either of them noticing, and I made it into the hallway. 

Wow, this is all working out so much better than I ever dared dream. Ok, now that THAT's taken care of, I pick up my own bag of goodies and make my way to Tasha's apartment and knock.

She opens the door, but is peeping from behind so that I cannot see her body. Her expression changes from nervousness to delight when she sees me, "Oh it's you! I wasn't sure if Dr. Cooper would still be coming tonight." 

Oh, he will be cumming, I guarantee it, but not with you. Not anymore. "He's going to be working with Brittney from now on. You're stuck with me from here on out." I say as I step into her apartment.

"I am so glad to hear that," and she closes the door behind me. Now I can see that she is wearing black lace lingerie and stockings with a black choker. I watch her voluminous tits jiggle and her wide hips sway as she walks towards me. "So what do you want to do first?" she asks teasingly.

But I know exactly what I want to do first. "First, take a seat on the floor here," and I pull a picnic blanket out of my bag. I spread it in the air in an exaggerated way, which makes her giggle, and let it float down on top of her carpet. I take her hand and, in the spirit of a true gentleman, help her onto the blanket and down on her knees. 

I get on my knees in front of her and pull out a Tupperware of strawberries. Ok, it's not REAL Tupperware, it's actually the five-for-a-dollar cheap knock-off stuff, but for me it's eons more romantic effort than I usually spend time doing. I hold up the strawberries in front of her, and she helpfully opens her mouth and lets me feed her. After about five strawberries, I remember that I forgot to get the other part of the surprise. "I'm sorry, did you want some whipped cream with that?" as I grab the spray can out of the bag.

She gets an impish grin and snatches the can out of my hands. "I most certainly do," she says as she reaches behind her with one hand and takes off her bra and then sprays whipped cream on the tips of her erect nipples. God, she is hands down the sexiest woman I could ever possibly hope to meet. I don't know how she does that innocent yet slutty look with a smile that just lights up... oh right, she has whipped cream on her enormous boobs, that's how she does it.

I lean over and lick the whipped cream off of her chest and continue devouring her tits until I get a hold of her firm nipples between my teeth. I lightly bite down on her, and she moans in approval. I grind my jaw a little and gnaw on her flesh, and she grabs my head and pulls me closer in until my face is pressed so far into her flesh that I have trouble breathing. I make my way over to her other breast and nibble on it as well, much to her delight. 

When I'm done, I look up at her with a huge grin on my face. "Oh no, you're not finished yet." She says with a tease. She sprays more whipped cream in her cleavage and all over the top of her tits. I use my tongue to make my away across her chest and lick every last bit of white sugar off of her. I even throw in several dozen kisses, just to make sure I get it all.

"Stand up and take off your clothes," she orders me, and I am not one to say no to a naked woman with large breasts. I stand up and she takes off my pants and helps me out of them as I remove my shirt. Then she sprays a generous amount of whipped cream all over my dick, which is now as rigid as a Republican ideologue. She opens her mouth wide and slowly sucks the tip of my penis clean. She then uses her tongue up and down my shaft to lap up as much cream as she can. My cock is already visibly throbbing and ready to orgasm. 

When she opens her mouth wide again and shoves my entire cock into her mouth and throat, I have to put my hands on her head to hold myself steady and keep from falling over in pure ecstasy. "Mmmmmm!" She moans and groans in pleasure as she sucks my dick as hard as she can, and I can feel her tongue exploring my entire cock to make sure she licks all the sugary stickiness off of me.

She pulls her mouth off of me with a loud SLURP that pops in the air, then she sprays even more whipped cream on my penis again. This time, when she opens her mouth and crams my entire cock into her mouth again, I can feel the cum filling my penis. 

Her intense sucking is unlike anything I have ever experienced, and I hear myself unleash a guttural "UNGH!" Again, she puckers hard and powerfully, and I cannot hold back anymore. "UNNNNNNNGH!" I hold myself steady as jism rockets out of my cock and mixes with the sticky cream that has already filled her mouth. 

She tries to swallow as much as she can, but globs of white whipped cream mixed with green cum pours out of her mouth and lands on her gargantuan breasts, shuddering as she forcefully moves her head up and down over me to encourage me to release as much cum as possible. 

She slows down and sticks out her tongue, covered with cream with cum, and licks my entire stiff cock several times while cooing with delight. I feel my dick disappear once again into her mouth and throat until her lips are touching the base of my cock where the pubic hairs are pressed against her nose. As she pulls her mouth slowly, so slowly, off of my dick, she washes all of the sticky whipped cream off of me and leaves only her spittle that makes my cock glisten.

I drop to my knees in front of her and gently push her backwards and help her lie down on her back. I slip her black lace thong off of her taut legs, then as I shake the can of whipped cream, I smile and say, "Your turn." She spreads her legs expectantly and I spray whipped cream on top of her moist pussy. As I push my face between her thighs, I can smell her wetness along with the sweet sugar.

I can feel my face is now covered with whipped cream, and I stick my tongue out through it and find the warm lips of her pussy. I make my way around her, and I can taste her saltiness amongst the whipped cream. There is so much cream on my cheeks that it gets spread around her thighs and cunt as I move my face around her crotch and using my tongue to explore every fold of her damp pussy.

As I continue licking, I reach out with both my hands and grab a breast with each hand. I find her nipples and give them a hard squeeze and tug, which makes her arch her back and groan in pleasure. I keep kneading and squeezing her tits as I thrust my tongue as deep as I can into her hairy, moist pussy. 


Whatever residue of whipped cream that remained in her crotch doesn't last long as I flick my tongue in every direction. "Ungh!" I lap at her pussy while digging my fingers into her immense breasts. "Ungh! Ungh! Ungh!" I lick and I lick, being sure to press against her clitoris with my tongue, and her thighs press against the side of my head in hopes of pushing me deeper inside her. "UNGH! UNGH! YES!" I feel her erect nipples between my finger and thumb, not to mention several sticky globs of whipped cream and cum, and squeeze them so that she moaned. "UNNNNNGH!"

By now her body is quivering in pleasure, and I keep lapping and licking at her drenching wet pussy. "UNGH! UNGH!" As I shove my tongue deep inside her, she grabs my head with both hands and presses me into her body as hard as she can, while my hands grab as much flesh on her breasts as possible to keep her wiggling tits from flailing too much as a wave of orgasm hits her. "UNGH! YES! UNNNNNGH!"

Her body is convulsing in orgasm now, and it takes all the strength I have in my hands to hold her gigantic tits as I press my head deeper into her crotch and lick the wetness pouring out of the spongy inner walls of her vagina. "UNNNNNNNGH!" I pull my tongue out and lap at her clitoris, which only makes her tremble in more orgasmic pleasure. "YES! YES! UNNNNNNGH!!"

I lick her a few more times slowly before I lift my head up and crawl on top of her. I position myself so that I can insert my cock, which has already hardened again, inside her waiting cunt. But she sits up before I can do so, "Wait, I need to wash first, it's not good to get food inside you, y'know." Ok, no I didn't know that, but I nod as if I did. "I'm going to go shower." She got up off the floor and started walking to the bathroom, but then looked over her shoulder at me. "So are you coming or not?" You bet your sweet, hot, delicious ass I am. I hop to my feet in one single jump and catapult myself across the room to join her in the bathroom.




The Bra Salesman Ch. 11



It's a little cramped as we both squeeze inside her glass shower booth, but it doesn't take long for the hot water to steam up the air. She lathered up her hands with some body wash and rubbed her hands all over my torso and back. I lathered up my hands and rubbed her breasts and her tits and her boobs. I guess I should wash some other parts of her body, but goddamn my hands do not want to leave those amazingly awesome chest of hers.

My hands do somehow manage to find their way to her arms and back, but then they get stuck again gripping her ass and pulling her wet body into mine. The shower continues to tenderly pelt us with warm water, and I give her a long, loving kiss as I caress her back. But one of my hands finds its way down to her crotch and washes her pubic hair. She smiles at me as I start lathering her pussy, and by the time my fingers enter her lips, she is gasping in delight. 

She returns the favor by lathering up my stiff cock, and I can feel my cock pounding in her hand as it moves up and down. We give each other another long kiss, and then I spin her around and press her against the wall of the shower. With one hand I lift her left leg and with the other I reach around and grasp her right breast. She holds herself steady by holding on to the top of the glass shower wall while her other hand reaches down and guides my dick into her eager pussy. 

As soon as the tip of my penis penetrates her, I grind my hips so that I move in and out of her. 

She throws her head back on to my shoulder so that her drenched hair covers my face. I squeeze her tit hard as I pull her body down on top of my cock, and I can feel her spreading her pussy so that I can enter her. 

Now she is moving up and down in opposite rhythm with my gyrations, and as the water from the shower head continues to beat down on both of our bodies, the slap of our skin against each other fills the stall. "Unnnngh!" she moans, and I begin hammering her harder. 

"UNGH! UNGH!" I can feel the walls of her vagina pulsing and wrapping around my cock as I shove myself deeper and deeper into her. "UNGH! YES! UNGH! YES! YES!" Our bodies are united in carnal lust and my fingers dig into her thigh in hopes of spreading her legs even further so that I can drive myself as hard and as deep as possible, and I can feel her trying to accommodate me and welcome me into her deepest areas. "UNGH! UNNNNNGH! YES! YES! YES! YES!!"

I am pummeling her crotch as hard as possible and she is driving her body down as hard as she can in response. "YES! YES! UNNNGH!" I look up for a moment and, through the steam and the watery glass wall, I can see our bodies in the mirror. "UNGH! YES! UNGH! YES!" Most of her body is pressed against the glass wall, and her tits are bulging against the glass so much that the outline of her nipple can be easily made out. "UNGH! UNGH!"

Lines of water are streaming down both our bodies as the shower water mixes with our sweat, and the steam almost matches the heat of friction between our bodies as we slap and grind against each other in erotic pleasure. "UNGH! UNGH! YES! UNNNNNNNGH!" My cock is pulsing inside her and the slap of my groin against her buttocks keeps echoing in the stall. 

"UNGH! UNGH!" I can feel the urge to cum, and I do my best to resist it, wanting this moment to go on as long as possible. "YES! YES! UNGH!" But before I want it to, I feel the cum explode from my cock and shoot inside her, and she must be able to feel the streams of jism filling her because I hear her moan in orgasmic bliss. "UNNNNNNNNGH!"

My body immediately goes weak, and I release the grip I had on her thigh and breast. I have to brace myself against the sides of the shower just to keep from collapsing. She turns around and has the biggest smile I've ever seen on her, and I've seen some pretty fucking terrific smiles on her. She tosses her arms around my waist and gives me several lingering kisses that make my damp skin tingle in excitement. 

She was the one who finally turned off the shower, since I was more than happy to spend the rest of my life in that stall, and we stood there soaked and dripping with our arms around each other and feeling each other's bodies as if it were the first time. 

We put on robes and ordered some take out from a nearby Chinese place while I complained about work, but by the time we devoured half our dinners, we swapped mischievous looks and were ready to devour each other all over again. I carried her to the bedroom and threw her on top of the bed. As I climbed on top of her, we tore at each other's robes until they were a tangled mess on the floor. 

I pressed my body down on hers and felt her enormous tits pushing back against my chest as we kissed each other over and over. Using only my hips, I navigated my stiff cock into her crotch and she spread her legs wide so that I could slowly push myself into her hungry pussy. 

And then I did something I had never done with any other woman ever in my life. I stared at her. No, I'm being serious. Don't get me wrong, I have looked at woman as I fucked them, but that was all in the moment of satisfying my own selfish, carnal needs. No, I mean really stared at her. I mean never really looked deep into a woman's eyes while I was inside her, not even with Tasha before now. 

She seemed surprised, but pleasantly so, and she gazed back at me. I could feel my cock throbbing inside her, and I clenched my penis so that it throbbed hard. I didn't move in or out or up or down, I just kept my cock in place and pulsed it against the sides of her vagina. The whole time we kept our eyes locked on each other, no throwing our heads back, no closing our eyes and conjuring some image in our head that would turn us on, none of that. No, we just stared into each other's eyes and felt each other pressing against the other inside her. 

I can't believe I've never done this before. No wait, I can. I know why I haven't. Because staring at someone at this moment when your throbbing cock is nuzzled deep inside someone you care about, you feel an overwhelming intense connection that makes you feel both larger than all of existence and at the same time tiny compared to the vast universe of emotions now open to you. The incredible sensations swarming within me were too scary to be believed and too fantastic to deny. 

I moved ever so slowly and pulsed my cock several times and I could feel the wetness within her flooding her vagina and drenching me with her pleasure. Our eyes stared at each other as we both gasped in gratification, our gaping mouths inches from each other and trying to find enough air to keep us from passing out from overpowering bliss. 

I could feel her body shuddering and shaking from an orgasm, and soon my dick climaxed into a stream of warm cum filling her generous body. I squeezed every drop I could from my cock, and continued to make it throb as much as I could until I felt the inevitable deflation and slowly slid myself out of her cum coated pussy.

I don't know how long we kissed and held each other, I can't tell you how long I spent running my tongue lightly down and around her gargantuan breasts as she relaxed, and I have no idea how long it was before she fell asleep in my arms. But what I do know is that three hours later I was still awake staring at the ceiling, which, I have to say, was really irritating to me. I mean, usually after I cum I couldn't stay awake if a nuclear air strike alarm was going off two inches from my ears. Now, as much as I felt terrific and spent and tired and relaxed, I just can't fucking go to sleep. What the fuck is wrong with me?

Something is nagging at my brain, and I can't put my finger on it. It's something about what Tasha said. No, it was Brittney's hypnotic code word, "Neitzsche-esque." The way that Tasha leaned over and asked me about that. Wondering who the writer was who said God is dead. But why would that bother me? Sure, Neitzsche is a famous philosopher, but that's like saying someone's a famous harp player or a famous badminton athlete. Not everyone knows who Neitzsche is, or can think of his name off the top of their head, so why did it bother me that Tasha didn't know? It's not like she would have any reason to know who he was.

All of a sudden, I sat up in bed. I was worried I was going to wake up Tasha, but she just rolled over in peaceful slumber. I was so goddamned tired, but I had to go check something. Something I hadn't consciously thought about.

I found my robe on the floor and went out to Tasha's living room and strode over to the bookshelf I had browsed at a few weeks ago. At the time, I had mindlessly gazed at the various books on her shelf, but now I was actually reading the names there. 

Voltaire. Plato. Lao Tzu. Doris Kearns Goodwin. Why the hell didn't I notice this when I was browsing before? John Irving. Dominic Crossan. Martin Luther King Jr. Probably because my mind was focused on the large-breasted woman who was going to be sucking my cock. Nikos Kazantzakis. Frederick Neitzsche. There he was. And not only that, but there were three books by him; Thus Spoke Zarathustra, Beyond Good and Evil, and The Will to Power, which I had never even fucking heard of.

Ok, hold on. Don't get ahead of yourself. Maybe Tasha just bought a bunch of books that she'd never read. She certainly wouldn't be the first person to have ever done that, but as I flipped through page and after page and saw notes that seemed to be in her handwriting, and the binding and earmarked pages sure as hell seemed like somebody had read these.

So why the hell didn't she know who Neitzsche was? Come on, maybe it was just a brain fart, that happens to everyone. I certainly have had plenty of moments where the name you know you know is on the tip of your tongue but you just can't quite formulate the thought. Maybe. But the way Tasha asked, she seemed like she'd never be able to come up with the name no matter how many of her underused brain cells she assigned to the task.

And then I had the worst thought of all. It was so horrible I couldn't even bring myself to actually think it. That would be... just... 

I had to know, so I bolted out the front door and went upstairs to Brittney's door and started pounding on the door. After a minute of that, I hear her muffled voice through the door, "Goddamnit, it's fucking three in the morning! Whoever this is, it had better involve a dead body or else you're about to become one!!" The door opens and Brittney is standing there with an unclasped robe that doesn't do an adequate job of hiding the fact that she is totally naked. "You?!" What the fuck are you doing?!?"

"Neitzsche-esque," I say and quickly let myself in and shut the door while she stands there in her stupor. "Sit down," and she does so. "Did you do anything to Tasha when you took her to the hypnotist?"

"Of course. I wanted to take that smartass cunt down, so I took her to go see a hypnotist." It is too fucking weird listening to Brittney talk in such a bitchy way with that monotone, zombie-like voice. "After the show, we went backstage and I told the hypnotist that if he put her under and gave her a codeword that would automatically hypnotize her, then he could fuck her brains out, which he did, and then commanded her to forget what he did." She's not mentioning her own hypnosis, so I can't help but wonder if she also fell prey to this guy and was told to forget it as well.

I ask Brittney, "Have you used that hypnotism against her since then?"

Brittney flatly said, "Sure, I've been using the codeword to make her believe anything any guy who wants to fuck her says. And I also gave her a fetish for painful bondage." Fuck me. All this time I had been patting myself on the back for being oh-so-fucking-clever with my oh-so-fucking-inventive-lies, but all along she'd already been programmed to believe whatever I told her. I'm not charming or clever or talented at bullshitting people, I just randomly came across someone would believe me no matter what I told her. And I was too fucking full of myself to see what was really happening.

I sigh deeply and ask, "What's the codeword?"

"Dostoevsky-ish." Good lord, what the hell kind of codewords are these? Neitzsche? Dostoevsky? But when I thought about it a second, it does make a weird kind of sense. I mean, you'd want a codeword that no one would ever actually use in real life to avoid someone accidentally stumbling into hypnosis. And if you completely made up a word, you might forget it. So complicated last names with an extra syllable would solve both those problems.

"Alright, Brittney. Go back to bed and forget we had this conversation. Oh, and forget Tasha's codeword." I snapped my fingers and she lumbered into the back bedroom.

I was still sitting in Brittney's apartment on the couch in the dark. I wanted to get up and go back downstairs, but I was too numb. This was all too much to take and I found myself struggling to breathe. The weight of this information felt like it was going to crush my ribcage. The fact is that I loved that Tasha wanted to fuck every night and was willing to do whatever I wanted. Her fetish for bondage was such a turn-on. And the only reason she was willing to do any of this with a schmuck like me is because she wasn't in her right mind. If this had happened a few weeks ago, I'd be slapping my hands together and gleefully rubbing them together like some cartoon world-dominating villain, grateful that I had complete control over a woman with huge tits and no brain.

But now. Now I have feelings for her. Now I see what a goddamn horrible person I am. I used to not give a shit about what a horrible person I was, but after being with Tasha, now I do give a shit. I want to be better than what I've been. I don't want to be that guy I was anymore. I don't want to be some selfish prick who thinks with his cock and doesn't give a shit about anyone else's feelings.

I lean my head back against the soft pillows on the couch, and I stare at the hints of moonlight on the clouds slowly crawling across the nighttime sky outside. I hate the fact that I know what I have to do. I fucking hate it.

...to be concluded



The Bra Salesman Ch. 12



And here is the last full chapter!

Chapter 12: All Good Things

Drool is flying out of Dave's mouth and into my ear. If he were a Bernard Shepard, I might find it only mildly annoying. But considering he's leaning over me and giggling, I'm ready to yank on the tongue hanging out of his mouth and rip it out of his snickering skull. But I can't take my eyes off the computer screen as he shows me his latest video of him and Brittney.

Apparently after I left them together last night, he and Brittney really went hog wild, and he has the video documentation to prove how huge a hog he really is. Brittney has been tied up by, what looks to me like, twenty different ropes. Her arms are pinned behind her so far that from the front I can't tell if she even has any arms. Her torso is streaked with a dozen ropes crisscrossing her chest and stomach, and her arms and legs are wrapped around so tightly that I'm trying to figure out if she's able to get any blood to her extremities. She is gagged and blindfolded with two or three ropes around her neck forcing her head back. "Watch what happens here!" Dave says with a giggle like he ingested enough helium to literally walk his hog-like carcass on air. 

Dave enters the video from one side with a mask over his face, but I have unfortunately seen his hairy ass enough times to know beyond a shadow of a doubt who it is, even if he wasn't excitedly hunched over my shoulder right now. In the video, he throws her down on the bed and pulls her ass up so that she is on her knees with her torso and shoulders down. I watch him pull her buttocks apart and cram his stumpy penis into her ass. 

Before long he is rocking himself back and forth, and Brittney is being shoved every which way helplessly. Even with the mask on, I can tell Dave has his tongue hanging out like he does whenever he gets horny. And as often happens, he humps her for what has to be a minute and a half before he stops. He pulls his dick out of her and furiously uses his hand to jack off so that small streams of cum shoot onto her body. 

"Wasn't that awesome?" he asks me expectantly. Here's the thing, I've been watching this video for ten minutes. I don't even want to relive those previous minutes that involve whips, dildos, a generous helping of some cream, and a few other sex tools I didn't even recognize. Yeah, she's got a hot body and I cannot tell you how grateful I am that Dave has taken on the project of entertaining Brittney so that I don't have to anymore. 

But if I'm totally honest, watching Dave's bald head and furry, rotund body humping someone, even someone with nice tits like Brittney, just doesn't do it for me. But of course, I want to encourage Dave so the last thing I want to be is totally honest. "Oh yeah, that was great! You should, like, sell that video to someone!" 

I meant that in an ironic, tongue in cheek kind of way, but all of a sudden, Dave stands up straight so that I can almost literally see a light bulb floating over his head turning itself on. "Yeeeeeah, maybe I could do that." Oh shit, now these crappy videos of his are going to live for eternity on the Internet. I can just imagine some alien species coming across all our planet's digital knowledge to learn more about our culture and civilization and being subjected to watching Dave's hairy ass fucking Brittney with all her ropes and gags. I shudder to think how an advanced species would judge our planet based on Dave's dwarfish cock being shoved into Brittney's wet pussy. 

"So you're going to see her again tonight?" I ask Dave, desperate to change the focus away from his crappy video. 

"Oh yeah, she literally begged me to come back again. I don't know how you knew, but you were right, she is totally into me!" The reason I knew, of course, is that I used the hypnotic codeword to program her to be attracted to Dave and interested in all his twisted bondage crap, but I wasn't about to tell him anything.

"That's great, I'm happy for you." I smiled at him as best I could, but I was having trouble faking it today. Dave thanks me again as he scoops up his flash drive and lumbers down the aisle of cubes at our work. I was happy for him, but I was miserable for myself.

Ever since I learned that Tasha has her own hypnotic codeword that Brittney has been using to keep Tasha dumb, gullible, and horny, I have been racking my brain trying to come up with reasons why I should leave everything the way it is. I tried convincing myself that Tasha is happier this way and that she is being gratified in ways she could never be satisfied in if she went back to the way she was. I figured she didn't have any other friends anyway because surely she would hang out with any other fucking person in the world than Brittney if she had any choice at all. I researched online to look for studies that showed that hypnosis doesn't really change anyone's personality, it only amplifies personality traits that already exist so that I could claim, to myself at least, that the hypnosis didn't truly change her at all, that every carnal act we had engaged in was something in some way she wanted to do.

Oh believe me, I spent so much time thinking of every moral justification my perverted mind could conjure up in order to convince myself that I would be the biggest fucking fool in the world to do anything to change my current situation. I had met a woman with gargantuan breasts who is willing to suck my cock and let me fuck her every way imaginable, and all I had to do to keep the situation going was to shut my fucking mouth and not change one iota of anything.

Just the thought of Tasha last night wearing nothing but black stockings and a choker on her knees eagerly putting my stiff dick into her open mouth gives me a hard on so that I have to roll myself under my keyboard lest some passing coworkers see the increasing bulge in my pants. My eyes droop as I remember what her mouth feels like, wet and warm, as my cock slides in and out as her tongue laps up the explosion of cum shooting out and filling her throat. I remember what her wet pussy feels like when the swollen, spongy walls of her vagina tighten around my cock. I remember that her ass was so mind-blowingly tight that I could barely shove my cock inside her, let alone move around, so that when I finally came, my jism would splooge all over her backside and drip down into the small of her back. And of course I remember the feel and weight of her tits against my hands when my fingers dug into her soft flesh and were buried within her amazing bosoms. I remember every second of every moment I fucked her perfect body... wait, where was I going with this? Oh right, so why oh why on earth do I want to change any of this?

I already know the answer, of course. The woman I'm in love with is not the woman she chose to be. The woman I know isn't the woman she is, or at least the woman she wants to be. Sure, maybe the hypnosis can't create a new personality, and maybe it's only bringing out parts of her psyche that have been subsumed and have been yearning to come out. But it's not what she consciously chooses to be. 

And a few weeks ago, I would have been more than happy to selfishly use her as my personal fuck toy for as long as I wanted with no moral compunction to change anything at all. If I had to keep her hypnotized so that I could keep her on her back with her tits jiggling underneath me as I repeatedly fucked her drenched pussy, then by god that's exactly what I would have done. But I can't do that anymore. Not now. Not since I admitted to myself that I love her.

That's why my steps are slow and weighted as I shuffle down the street. That's why there's no joy in my body as I trudge to her apartment building one last time and knock on her door. Maybe I don't have to do this. Don't do anything rash, think for once before you do something you regret. Just relax, it's all ok. 

"Hi there, I'm so glad you're here!" Tasha greets me at the door wearing a pink silk robe. As soon as she shuts the door behind me, she throws her arms back and lets the robe fall the floor and reveal her completely naked body. "Really glad!" she says with an impish smile. I feel like I should start gnawing on the back of my knuckle.

But as soon as I stare into her wide eyes, well once I finish ogling her nude body which takes me several heartbeats, I know I can't lie to myself. As much as I want to keep doing what I've been doing, one look in those eyes of hers and my resolve to remain a selfish prick evaporates. "Tasha, we have to talk," I start.

She laughs, "Not right now, we don't!" She presses her body against me and kisses me. 

I force myself to grab her arms and push her off of me, although Lord knows every instinct of mine was to do the exact opposite. "No seriously, we need to talk."

"What about?" she asks with a genuine curiosity, as I lead her over to the couch to sit down.

"I... you are... I mean,... shit, I don't know how to say this." Damn it, just blurt it out already, you coward. What's the problem? I mean, other than not being able to have sex with a beautiful woman with large breasts anymore?

"Then how about you show me?" she says as she climbs on top of me. She kisses me as the weight of her body pushes me down so that I'm on my back.

"No no no! I cannot do this anymore! I have taken advantage of you for too long! You've been hypnotized and it's time that I did the right thing!" That is exactly what I was thinking. Those are the words that my lips were desperately trying to formulate. But somewhere between my brain and my mouth, those signals were sabotaged by the tidal wave of lust emanating from my gonads. Instead I poetically and artfully told her that I wanted to make love to such a lovely person. I believe the exact wording was, "How about you fuck me with that tight, little pussy of yours?" Hey, for my gonads that's poetic and artful.

She smiled and rubbed her hairy crotch against my hardening cock. I kissed her neck and upper chest while she reached down and eased my dick into her damp pussy. With one hand I held her one of her immense breasts and pulled on her erect nipple with my teeth while I used the other hand on her wide hips to shove her body on top of my stiff shaft which made her gasp breathlessly.

Her blonde hair fell over the back of my neck as I buried my face between her wonderfully enormous tits. The rhythm of her body hitting my groin as she bounced her hips up and down on top of my excited cock made me shiver with pleasure. "UNGH!" she moaned as she continued moving my dick in and out of her wetness. 

"UNGH! UNGH!" I could feel the soft, squishy walls of her vagina tighten around my cock when I thrust myself hard into her. "UNGH! YES! YES! UNGH!" Every muscle of her gorgeous thighs were tensing and she leaned back so that I could drive deeper into her eager pussy. 

"UNGH! UNNNNNGH! YES!" I grabbed both of her breasts and clenched my fingers into the supple flesh of her tits as her chest shook and shuddered every time she came down hard on my body. "YES! YES! UNNNNNNNGH!" I knew her body well enough by now to know that she had an orgasm, but that didn't deter her from hammering her body down even harder on top of me in an effort to make me cum, which was becoming more difficult for me to avoid. 

"UNGH! UNGH! UNGH!" Her hair was flying in every direction, as would her massive, sweaty breasts if my fingers weren't securely digging deep and clutching them, and her gasps of pleasure were nearly as loud as my own moans as I neared climax. "UNGH! UNGH! UNNNNNNGH!!!" Unable to stop myself anymore, warm jism exploded from my cock and filled her soft, drenched inner cavity, and as she continued moving up and down over me, small drops of cum would drip out of her pussy and onto my perspiring body.

She leaned over me and gave me several more kisses as my hands explored her body, moist with sweat. "Mmmmmmm, that was nice," she cooed into my ear, and I put as much of her nipple and tit into my mouth as I could manage and licked her flesh with my tongue. She tried to get off of me, but my hands immediately grabbed her hips and held her firmly in place so that we could both feel my cock deflate and become more flaccid inside her cum-covered pussy.

Finally, she laid down on top of me, her large breasts splooging out of the sides on top my torso, and she placed her head under my neck, "So what did you want to talk about?"

Not a goddamn thing, I told myself. There was absolutely nothing I wanted to talk about right now. Feeling the most beautiful woman in the world lying naked against my body was my only focus at that moment. But as I stroked her hair, I knew what I had to do. I knew exactly what I needed to tell her. "Nothing," was all I said and I hated myself. 

Fuck you, I know you're thinking I should have been honest and told her everything. I should, I fucking know that. But goddamnit, I don't want this to fucking end. I don't want to give her up, to give any of this up. This is the best I've ever felt in my whole shitty life, so fuck you if you don't understand how fucking heartbreaking this is for me.

"Good," she said as she got off the couch and wandered into her bedroom. She came back a minute later with oil, a blindfold, dildo, and a set of handcuffs. "I was hoping you'd do a little something for me," she said with a giggle.

I cannot tell you how happy she was to kneel down, put the blindfold over her eyes, and snap the handcuffs in place on her wrists behind her back. She shook in anticipation, making her tits bounce up and down, as I moved the oiled dildo around her crotch. And she groaned in appreciation as I slowly inserted the plastic cock into her drenching wet pussy. 

I squeezed one of her tits as hard as I could, which made her smile and grit her teeth, while I shoved the dildo into her repeatedly. She spread her legs further apart so that I could pound the dildo further into her waiting crotch. Her gasps filled the air as they became louder and more high-pitched, all the while her body was jiggling and convulsing with pleasure.

Soon her mouth was wide open but no sound was coming out, at least no squeal that could be heard by a human, as her body shook with orgasm. Her body was covered in sweat now, and as she laid down on her back, I was mesmerized by her glistening beauty, her chest rapidly moving around as she panted for air.

By now, my momentarily lifeless cock had recovered its stiffness, and I wanted desperately to push myself inside her again. I watched her breathing, her tits rocking and shuddering, as she lay there blindfolded and handcuffed on the floor. She must have sensed me watching her because she smiled and spread her legs apart invitingly so that I could see her drenched pussy was red with desire.

A better man than me would have stopped himself from taking further advantage of this magnificent woman. A better man than me would have had the decency to own up to everything and fix the mess that had been made. But of course, no matter how much emotional understanding I've attained in these last few weeks, no matter what I've learned in regards to being selfless and empathetic to the feelings of others, no amount of moral maturity would have prevented me from fucking the shit out of her.

I grabbed her tender nipple between my forefinger and thumb and squeezed as hard as I could. She arched her back and her gaping mouth shreiked in both pain and desire. With my other hand, I took a tuft full of her hair in my fist and then shoved my cock into her throbbing, wet pussy. She wanted me, no she craved for me to be rough with her to feed her fetish for pain. I knew what she liked, and right now she yearned for me to fuck her as hard as I could.

I pounded my cock into her, and with every thrust she gasped, "UNGH! UNGH! HARDER!" I could feel her becoming more and more wet as I continued to abuse her shackled body. "UNGH! YES! YES! UNGH!" Her legs were now spread as far wide as possible and I felt her hips relax a little so that I could drive myself as deep into her as I could. "YES! YES! HARDER! HARDER! UNNNNNGH!!" Her orgasm made her body shake and ripple with pleasure.

"UNGH! UNGH!" I heard a growl like a vicious monster, and I realized it was coming from me. "MORE! YES! HARDER!!! UNNNNGH!!" The slap our bodies made as they smacked together sounded like a leather whip slicing through the air, and as I hammered myself into her as hard as I could, I wondered if I was going too far and was in danger of bruising her. "UNGH! YES!! YEEEES!!!" Her body convulsed as another orgasm shot through her system, and I could feel my cock swell with cum as I continued to roughly pummel her helpless body. "OH GOD! UNGH! OH GOD!! UUNNNNNGH!!!" 

My groin was stinging with pain as I kept pounding and pounding into her dripping wet cunt, making her sweaty breasts heave and tremble with every impact. "UNGH! UNNNGH! YES! YES! YES!" I didn't think I could last much longer, but I tried to hold back the jism in my dick that desperately needed to burst within her. "UNGH! UNGH!" 

I tried to look into her eyes, like I did the other night, but the blindfold on her face made that impossible. So I focused on the passionate expression of sexual bliss on her face as I rammed into her drenched pussy over and over. "OH GOD! YES! OH GOD! UNNNNNNGH!!!" I was desperately trying to stave off my own orgasm that I no longer had any clue how many times she had climaxed, but the feeling of her warm, wet vagina clutching onto my rigid cock was overwhelming. YES! UNGH! Holy shit UNGH! She is fucking UNGH amazing YES I can't UNGH believe UNGH god she YES feels good HARDER so UNGH fucking YES unbelievable UNGH god YES I loveYES her UNGH shit UNGH feels so UNGH YES great GOD god UNGH fuck YES fuck UNGH FUCK ungh UNGH fuck YESfuckGODYESholyUNGHgreatYESunghUNGH UUuUUNnnGGGghhhHH!!

The two of us were covered in sweat and breathing hard, and I felt my arms tremble with exhaustion from holding myself over her. Her hair was wet and strewn across the floor and her body and tits quivered with each quick inhalation as if she were desperate for oxygen. My arms finally gave out and I rolled over and felt my limp cum-covered dick fall across my thigh. 

I looked over at her wanting to stare at her with affection, but all I could see was the cloth fabric covering her eyes. She turned her head towards me as if she could sense my gaze and smiled at me.

That's when it hit me. Maybe it's my post-coital brain finally re-engaging now that I'm no longer blinded with a primal lust. Maybe I'm finally too tired or oxygen-deprived to think about sex any more. Or maybe, and this is what I choose to believe, maybe I finally looked at another human being with as much pure love as my heart can create and I felt the overwhelming urge to be the man she thought I was. 

Here she was, her hands shackled helplessly behind her back, smiling at me because she trusted me. I mean, she totally trusted me. And I am so fucking undeserving of that trust. The only reason she was remotely interested in looking at me right now, let alone fuck my brains out, is because some bitch of woman implanted a bondage fetish in her that wasn't real. None of this was real. It was fucking amazing, it felt fucking terrific, but none of it was real. And when I looked at her, I was looking at a lie. I was looking at a woman who was programmed to be what I want, not who she really is. God I wish I didn't care. I so wish that I could have held on to just enough prickishness to be able to dismiss my feelings and just keep fucking her until I was a decrepit old man humping her backside and shooting crusted dust into her ass. But goddamnit I totally love her, and the fact that none of this is real is just too fucking painful.

I took the blindfold off of her, and she blinked her eyes as she adjusted to the light. I rolled her over on her side and undid her handcuffs. Her smile was now beaming at me, "That was fantastic! I want to do that again."




The Bra Salesman Ch. 12



"Dosteovsky-ish," I said as plainly as I could. As I watched her face slack into a vapid blankness, my heart sank. It's one thing to know she had been hypnotized, but watching her now fall into that hypnosis was just fucking horrible.

"Tasha, you are going to go to sleep. You will sleep for eight hours. When you wake up, you will be exactly as you were before you were hypnotized." Damn it, something is in my eye. "You will ignore all the commands you were given over the last few months." Shit, whatever is in my eye is making me tear up. "You do not have an overwhelming fetish for bondage." No, you are not going to fucking cry now. Goddamnit, if you're going to do this, at least be a fucking man about it.

"You are not gullible or dumb. You are the smart, intelligent person you were before the hypnosis." Will you stop the fucking crying already? "You don't like Brittney and don't want her in your life anymore. You will no longer respond to the word Dosteovsky-ish." You're doing the right thing, so for the love of God stop crying like a fucking baby. 

"You will..." come on, shithead, grow a pair and say it. "You..." Jesus, will you get a hold of yourself and just spit out already? Try to be at least as articulate as a Miss Universe contestant answering some ridiculous question about pay inequality in America as though the Miss Universe pageant was the central nexus people tuned into to get information about societal trends and the policy ramifications of... oh I get it, I'm trying to get off topic so I don't have to say what I don't want to say. Just. Do. It. Fuckhead.

"You will forget you knew me, or that you met a bra salesman." That's it, now I'm fucking crying. "You will forget all the things you did under hypnosis." Fine, go ahead and bawl like a big fucking infant. You will remember what you did at work, but you will forget all the people you had sex with for the past several months." Sure, get your shirt soaking wet with your tears of despair. Great, just be that way. "When I snap my fingers, you will go to sleep and wake up as yourself. Your real self."

She is still looking at me with a vacant stare. At least I think she is, I can't see shit with all these goddamn tears welling up in my eyes and streaking down my cheeks. I know I'm supposed to snap my fingers, but for some reason my hands won't move. No, they will, I just don't want them to. The world goes strangely quiet in an eerie way as though time has stopped turning, and I can hear the sound of her breathing. I mean I can literally hear the air going into her lungs and every molecule of oxygen being converted into carbon dioxide inside that unbelievably beautiful body of hers. I can see Tasha lying on the bed from all angles simultaneously, as though my eyes were looking through some Picasso-like camera that both distorted and crystallized her image in my brain. Other than the tiny bits of dust I could see floating in the air above her, the rest of the world might as well not even exist.

I feel myself snap my fingers, but I don't even remember consciously thinking the thought. Tasha closes her eyes and her entire body goes limp. I get up, put on my clothes, and then gently put my arms underneath her and carry her to her bedroom. As I pull the sheets over her, I take one last look at her gorgeous flesh. 

As I sit on the bed beside her, I touch her face one more time just so I can remember what her skin feels like. My entire body feels like a lead weight so that I can't move. I can't believe this is it. I'm really letting her go. My brain is numb and my hands are now resting lifelessly on the bed. Goddamnit this totally sucks. I feel like I have to literally use my brain to create enough electricity in my nervous system to finally stand up. I need to just get the fuck out of here.

My brain uses what little electric signals remain in my body for one fleeting thought. I lean in, whisper some words into her ear, and then lightly kiss her on the forehead. I have been such an asshole for all of my life, so as much as this agonizingly hurts, it also feels oddly good to know, I mean really know, that I'm doing something good for a change. Maybe I'll be a better person for all of this, although I'll probably revert back to being selfish prick. But I hope not. I hope I can eventually become a decent person. At least this is a good start. My lead feet sluggishly propel me zombielike out of her bedroom. I turn around to get one more look at her then let myself out the front door.

Epilogue coming in a day or two



The Bra Salesman Epilogue



Epilogue

Dave is looking at me incredulously, "You still haven't gone back to see her?"

Jesus, Dave, you have been on my fucking back for two whole weeks, will you please give it a fucking rest? "No, I haven't."

"Wow, you are impressive, man!" Dave slaps me on the back as though we are best buddies, which we are most assuredly not. "I don't think I could do that." He turns as though he's going to leave my cubicle, but I know he's not really going to do it. I know that because I desperately want him to leave and the stupid leech never does anything I want and certainly not when I want it.

"Well, that's where you and me are different." Dave had been pestering me about getting the four of us together for one big, huge orgy, which he says is to help Tasha and Brittney rekindle their friendship after Tasha cut Brittney out of her life but I know he just wants to fuck Tasha again. I finally had to admit to him that I wasn't seeing Tasha anymore. I told him my conscience had gotten the better of me and I didn't want to lie to her anymore so I ended it. Dave shook his head and said if he could spend the rest of his life fucking a piece of ass like hers, he'd lie his fucking balls off. He is such a monumental asshole, but the part that really stung, of course, is that that is exactly what I wanted to do for that very reason. But he's been giving me shit about it ever since.

"Well, I'm going to Brittney's again tonight to give her exactly what she wants," Dave says in the most macho-like voice his squeaky voice is capable of, which to me sounds like a five-year old imitating John Wayne. "Some Dave baby-batter!" He grabs his crotch and laughs like a maniac, waiting for me to laugh with him. But if he thinks I'm going to laugh at his ridiculous, arrogant dickishness, then he can go fuck himself.

Thing is, I only have myself to blame. Ever since I used Brittney's hypnotic codeword to make her attracted to Dave and his sick bondage, he has been thinking he's God's gift to women everywhere. Now he's this arrogant jackass who imagines his bald, hairy ass is attached to the most deliciously desired cock in the whole goddamn world. Yes world, that was me who did that, you are so very fucking welcome. One of these days I'm going to have to go over to Brittney's and reverse what I did.

But that would mean going over to Tasha's apartment building, and I have made a point to not go back there. I didn't want to accidentally run into her and trigger any memories for her.

I, however, have many fond memories of Tasha. I can remember the feel of her naked body pushing against mine, with the erect nipples of her massive breasts compressing into my chest, as our tongues explored each other's skin. I remember how she tasted when I had my face between her legs and was licking her delectably wet pussy, and the feeling of her muscular thighs pressing against the sides of my head as she arched her back and convulsed when my lapping made her orgasm. Her skin would get so slippery when she sweated after kneeling on top of me and hammering her groin on top of my hardened cock so hard that her hair and tits would flail in all directions and I would have to use my hands to clutch her nipples and dig my fingers into the soft flesh of her bosoms to subdue her chest down to jiggling ripples...

Shit, here's the boss wanting another data export. Got it. Yessir I'll get right on it. No, thank YOU.

As soon as he leaves, I decide I want to see Tasha again. So I surreptitiously open the video footage Dave downloaded to my computer where I can watch myself climbing on top of Tasha, with her lying down on her back spreading her legs wide as I slowly slide my stiff shaft into her drenching wet cunt. I can feel the damp spongy walls of her vagina clutching my cock as I watch myself moving in and out of her pussy. The way her tits shudder and tremble up and down as I pound my dick into her, and the sound of her breathless yelps of pleasure as her body jerks with orgasm...

No sir, boss. I didn't see you standing there. No, I haven't done it yet, but I'll have it in your hands by tomorrow. Goddamn it, I don't know he sneaks up on me like that. Yes sir, undoubtedly. Absolutely. Shit, I don't know if I closed the computer window in time, I hope he didn't see anything. 

I pull up another video, this time she's handcuffed and I am fucking her from behind. The footage is grainy and her face is obscured with the blindfold and gag ball in her mouth, but I can tell by her high-pitched gasps that she is loving the way I am grabbing her hips and shoving my cock into her cunt. Her breasts are shaking, and the clamps attached to her erect nipples are rocking randomly as I continue pummeling her...

Jesus Christ, why is my boss back here AGAIN? Yes, yes I will get right on that as well, sir. Mmmm hmmm. No problem. I'd be worried about getting a pink slip except, one, he doesn't have a fucking clue how to do this job and two, he's probably somewhere jerking off to any video footage he did actually see.

Suddenly I realize it's after 5 o'clock, so I grab all my belongings and run out the door. Shit, tonight's the night and I didn't want to screw it up. I run several blocks down the street and into a tiny little bar on the corner called The Brew House. I scan the entire place while panting, thank my lucky stars, and take up a seat at the bar. There are less than a dozen people in the place, so there's plenty of room at the bar, just as I'd hoped. I order a dark and tan beer, pull out a book from my briefcase, and turn to the bookmarked page where I had left off.

Just as I do, she walks in. She is dressed in burgundy turtleneck with a peppered grey jacket and matching skirt that goes down to just below her knees. Her hair is pulled back and the frame of glasses she has on is not too thick. She is dressed professionally revealing no skin above her shins, but no professional suit can hide her magnificent curves and beautiful breasts. I crane my head to look at this gorgeous woman, and I can tell that most every male in the place is doing the same thing and the look on our collective faces makes me think we are all probably having simultaneous fantasies of her as the sexiest librarian or teacher ever to pick up a dictionary. She peers over her glasses and for a moment, I feel like I can't breathe as I sneak a peek into Tasha's eyes. Without noticing me, she sits at the bar three seats away from me. She asks the bartender if the Malbec is from Mendoza, and when he says no, she orders a glass of chilled Sauvignon Blanc instead.

After a few minutes, I clear my throat and say, "Hi, my name is John." She looks at me indifferently, and I can tell that she's used to having men approach her wherever she goes and she is beyond tired of it.

But she politely smiles at me and says, "Tasha." As she sips her wine again, she notices my book. "You're reading The Brothers Karamazov?"

"Yeah, sometimes I'm in the mood for something a little Dosteovsky-ish, y'know?" I said holding the book up for her to see. I look at her for any change in her expression, but she nodded approvingly. So I guess her hypnotic codeword is gone for good, just as I'd hoped. "And this is one of those books I always wanted to read and never did."

She nodded again, "Well, it certainly is a classic. The Grand Inquisitor is one of my favorite chapters in all of literature." I nod at her, but I'm not following, which apparently she sees. "'Without God all is permissible?'" Good Lord, she can quote parts of the book from memory? I knew she was smarter than the naïve simpleton she was a couple weeks ago, but a woman who can literally quote Dostoevsky off the top of her head may be out of my league. Of course, someone who can quote a Garfield cartoon from memory is probably out of my league as well.

I sheepishly smile, "I'm only about 20 pages into it," which is true. It's also true it's taken me a week and a half to make it that far, but I didn't mention that part.

She nodded, "Well, I'm sure you'll find it gratifying." And she turned back to her wine. This is the part where in the past I would really lay on the charm, talk to her about how gorgeous she is, and how interested I was in her. And by that, I mean how interested I was in getting her into bed. 

This time, though, I thought I'd take less of a can-I-get-in-your-pants approach and try a more talking-to-her-like-a-civilized-human-being approach. "So have you been here before? I mean, this bar?" Shit, why don't I just give her the cliché come-here-often line, asswipe? She gives me a look as though she's ready to roll her eyes at yet another come on line by yet another male asshole at yet another bar. 

But I guess she decided my line was harmless enough. "No, I've never really noticed this place before. I just... wanted to come here this evening for some reason." She stared at her glass of wine as if searching for the answer, but it's one I already knew. When I took away Tasha's hypnosis two weeks ago and restored her back to herself, there were two other commands I whispered to her. The first was to have her come to this bar at this time on this day. I wanted to give her a couple of weeks to herself, but I just couldn't bear going through the rest of my life without at least trying one more time to get to know her. And I mean know HER her, not the hypnotically-induced, gullible, sex-crazed, bondage-fetish woman I knew. Although truth be known, I am REALLY going to miss that Tasha.

Ok, this conversation isn't taking off very well. Might as well go for it. I take a swallow of my beer and summon up the nerve to say, "Look, I'm sure you get asked out all the time and I'm sorry if I'm intruding, but I was hoping maybe you'd like to go grab a bite to eat somewhere."

She gave me a once-over and her expression had all the earmarks of a no-way-in-hell response, to which I am way too used to seeing and I know I actually deserve. Even so, my heart sank when her face unconsciously sneered at me. But then she looked me over yet again and said, "Do I know you?"

Oh shit, I hope her memory isn't returning. "I don't think so," and I take a few more sips of beer. And by that I mean I just about down the whole glass.

She's still scrutinizing me, "Because something about you seems very familiar." Shit, this was a bad fucking idea. I thought two weeks would be enough time to forget me, my face, and everything else. What the hell was I thinking? Ok, don't panic, just act natural. Say something witty and clever.

I smile and say, "Maybe we were just meant to be." THAT's witty and clever? Are you fucking kidding me? The instant the words escaped my lips, I regretted them. God, what a stupid-ass thing to say. She turned back towards her wine. Fuck, she is totally losing interest. Quick, think of some good bullshit you can use to... no, don't. Tell her the truth. "I'm sorry, I'm not very good at starting conversations with new people. I'm a little nervous. But you seem like a nice person and I would like to take you out."

She looked at me again with a softer, more understanding expression and then laughed at herself, "I'm sorry, I don't mean to be rude. I just haven't felt like myself for a while, so I'm somewhat... I don't know, skittish or something."

God, I haven't heard the sound of her laughter in weeks, and I had to restrain myself from falling apart right then and there. "I guess I'm not the only guy who's hit on you in a bar."

"No. I mean, yes other guys have hit on me, but it's not you. I'm just..." She looked back at the moving light and dark patterns in her wine. Then she stared right at me, "It's like I've woken up from a really bizarre dream and I don't... I don't trust anything right now. Especially myself. I know I've been busy doing things, but I can't... quite... I'm sorry, I don't mean to come across like an institutionalized mental case." She put the glass of wine to those perfect, luscious lips of hers and took a sip.

I looked at her reassuringly. "No, it makes perfect sense."

She jerked her head back towards me incredulously, "Really?"

"Ok, no it doesn't," which made her laugh again. Shit, that laugh is like a buzzsaw to my heart because I have missed it so much. "But I'd like to hear more about it."

"Look, I..." I can tell, she's going to shoot me down. Something in her body language suggested that all her insecurities and mistrustfulness of reality were weighing her down, and the last thing she needed was going out with some stranger she met at a bar. And after all the shit she's been put through by me and Brittney and every other asshole who took advantage of her, I don't blame her one bit for feeling that way. 

But just as she opens her mouth to speak, she looks at me again as if she were trying to stare completely at, around, and through me. Her eyes penetrate my entire self as if she were on the cusp of remembering something. I would like to think that somewhere buried in the depths of her brain is a memory of some feeling for me that knows that for all my flaws I did eventually do the right thing, that out of everyone who manipulated and used her I was the one who actually loved her. That's what I want to believe as I saw one corner of her mouth curve into a smirk, "I suppose someone with a predilection to read Dostoevsky can't be all bad." I smile, not having any fucking clue what predilection means, but I assume it's good. She gives me another hard stare, and I swear my hormonal glands melt into liquefied... whatever hormonal glands are made of whenever she looks at me. She asks one more time, "Are you sure we haven't met before?"

I respond with a less-than-truthful, "I think I would remember you." She smiled warmly at the gentle compliment, but I swore to myself I would do my damndest to make that the last lie I ever told her. 

And that is how I managed to start over with Tasha. I have no idea what she's really like or what's going to happen next. But at least this time I'll get a chance to know the real her. And I'm hoping that maybe I'll be the real me with her. Not the old me that didn't give a shit about anyone but himself, but be that person who had once looked into the eyes of another human being and felt a humbling, amazing love for someone else. 

But let's face it, we all know that I'm going to be a selfish asshole prick at some point or another. It's going to happen, I know it, you know it, my mailman's first cousin knows it, we all know it. And when that happens, that's where the second command I implanted in her comes in. And because there is no doubt in anyone's mind that sooner or later I am going to royally fuck up, that's why I placed a new hypnotic command codeword in her. No, I'm not going to change her personality like Brittney did, I just need a safety net to get past those inevitable moments where I'm a complete brain-damaged imbecile. And let me tell you, I don't want to brag about how incredibly brilliant I am, but I have picked the perfect codeword. It's a codeword that no one, and I mean NO one, will ever guess or accidentally stumble into. You want to know what it is?

Yeah, fuck you, I'm not telling you shit. Go find your own perfect woman of your dreams. I think I've found mine. 

The End

And that truly, honestly is the end for this story. I hope you all liked it, and thank you to everyone who commented and rated on these chapters. I've been working on another long story, but I'll probably end up breaking it into two parts. It won't be a humor story, so it'll be over in the Nonconsent/Reluctance section, called "Guess," and I'll probably finish that up in the next month or two. I've also been outlining a 10-part SciFi story, but I'll give more details later as they become available. Thanks again! 



The Bra Salesman



And as I kept thrusting my fingers into her, I had more inspiration to go even further. "I'm not sure I'm getting an accurate measurement this way, do you mind if I try something else?" No fucking way is she going to agree to this.

She was still gasping for air, "Sure, whatever you need to do."

I took a big gulp that I hope to God she couldn't hear. "Then please bend over at the waist so that I can determine how deep you are." Ok, THIS is it. I thought surely she would realize how ridiculous this entire venture was. This is when it would dawn on her that all of this was a complete hoax. 

But goddamn it, when she obediently bent over and presented her dripping wet pussy towards me, I thanked every fucking star in the sky that ever made a wish come true. I looked in the mirror hanging on the wall and watched her breasts dangle beneath her. She was holding the chair to support herself and she had a huge grin on her face. And you sure as shit know I did too.

I unzipped my pants and unleashed my engorged cock. I kept one hand on her buttock and I used the other to insert my dick into her cunt. She moaned with approval, and I started thrusting myself into her. My hands dug into her soft hips and I pulled her pelvis towards me and shoved my swollen cock into her repeatedly. 

By now I was violently pounding myself into her harder and harder with so much force that her buttocks would shake every time the flesh of my pelvis slammed against her ass. She was grabbing the wall now and clenching her fingers. Her mouth was wide open, as though she were desperately trying to breathe. Her massive breasts were flailing randomly and shuddering with every impact of my body into hers.

I could feel myself ready to cum, and I grasped her ass tightly and slammed it over my cock. I held her hips firmly in place so that she couldn't move as spurts of jism erupted from my cock into her sopping wet pussy. She groaned as her body shook from what appeared to be an orgasm of her own.

We both took a several breaths before I pulled my cock out of her pussy, now dripping with cum. Suddenly I began to panic that I had gone too far and I tried to think of how to explain what I did as part of some ludicrous method of sizing her pussy. All those thoughts of prison time came rushing back into me, now that my sex-crazed mind was becoming clear again. What the fuck do I do now?

Instead, she looked at me with panic in her eyes. "Sir, I am really, really sorry about this! I... I don't know what came over me, I... I didn't mean to... you know... orgasm." She whispered that last word as if it were some mysterious secret. Now she was just pleading with me, "I am so embarrassed! Please don't be mad at me! Please!"

I couldn't believe it, I was the one who had tricked her into bending over and letting my fuck her cunt, and she was apologizing to me! But I brushed my disheveled hair off of my sweaty scalp and put on the most forgiving look I could manage. "Ma'am, you have no need to apologize. I've been doing this a long time and this isn't the first time a woman.... you know... enjoyed herself during a measurement." 

She had such a look of gratitude on her face, and I knew there were Nazis looking down on me from the afterworld commenting on what a terrible prick I am. But then she wrapped her arms around my neck and gave me a hug. I put my arms around her sweaty, naked body and enjoyed feeling her press those impossibly large tits into my chest.

She loosened her embrace, but still had her arms around me. I looked her in the eye and told her, "Oh, and just so you know, you are a medium." 

She laughed and gave me another big hug. "Thank you for everything! You are the best bra salesman I've ever had!" And I smiled. I'm the ONLY fucking bra salesman you've ever had. I may be the worst human being on the planet, but I am the only bra salesman you will ever meet.

She quickly put her own thong back on, and as she was buttoning up her shorts, she looked at me excitedly, "In fact, I'm going to go tell your manager right now how wonderful you are!" 

"Oh," I laughed nervously, "Nononono, you don't need to do that! This is all part of my job! I was happy to serve you!"

"No, I insist!" she said emphatically as she put her bra and blouse on. "You were so thorough, and I want your boss to know what a wonderful employee you are."

I tried to grab her arm, "Please, ma'am, don't..."

She put her finger to my mouth and pressed against my lips, "Nuh-uh, no arguing! Thank you for being so terrific!" And she spun on her heel and bolted out of the room.

Part of me wanted to stand there and ogle her beautiful buttocks as she walked away, but I knew I had to get the fuck out there. So I ducked behind as many aisles of clothes as I could, trying to make my way to the exit. As I walked out the door to the parking lot, I looked over my shoulder and saw she had just found a manager and was trying to find me. 

I made it to my car and was pulling out of the parking lot when I realized that I never did buy my girlfriend a present. I needed to think of another store to go to and buy something to take home and show her how sorry I was. Except now, things were different. I wasn't sorry. I'm not interested in mending things with her anymore. I am a rotten human being who has no business being in a relationship with anyone. I need to have a talk with her tonight. 

But before I do that, maybe I can convince her to wear that red-lace lingerie one more time. 

The End

***special thanks to LustyLeader for editing services