Thy Neighbor's Wife
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Peter suddenly got very excited. He had seen pictures of Letitia on the Internet. In fact, one big bust site had even posted a video of the shockingly buxom black beauty trying out a variety of exercise machines; naturally, her workout costume was an early casualty of the routine! As a result, her tits were fully on display little more than a minute into the video.
Her tits were fantastically huge! Her face was quite beautiful as well. If Letitia were in town during his business trip, Peter's lack of condoms, far from causing a problem, would be right in line with the level of service Letitia was apparently offering! Peter hurriedly scribbled down the data and slipped them into his wallet.
Peter was trying two days later to shake off the effect of jet lag while at the same time looking for Letitia's address on South Audley Street. Upon his arrival at the Dorchester Hotel, he had called Letitia's number and — wonder of wonders! — she was in London for the week. She could see him late that afternoon! And, best of all, she was located just around the corner!
Officially, it seems, he was signing up for a photography session. "Have you got your own equipment, sweetie? If not, I can always fix you up...!" Letitia's inquiry was accompanied by a little giggle.
The question stopped Peter in his tracks. "My own equipment?" Suddenly, Peter realized that she was talking about a camera!
"One of yours, I should think," Peter replied after a moment's pause to regain his composure. He had not bothered to pack a camera, needless to say. All the visions he needed of Letitia were going to be ones he would carry away in his head!
Speaking of heads, Peter's large one was fairly swimming as he walked down a few steps to ring the bell to the South Audley Street English basement flat at which Letitia's "photography" session was going to take place. His small head was fairly buzzing as well; if all went well, Peter was going to have his hands — and maybe his cock! — all over an extremely large set of breasts very, very soon. The biggest in his life in all likelihood!
"Hi, luv, come on in ... Hey, are you fit, or what?"
Jesus! Letitia Buxleigh was not just good-looking ... she was truly gorgeous ... absolutely stunning, in fact! Her skin was quite dark yet her features, except for her generous lips, were vaguely Caucasian. Letitia must have an interesting family tree!
She was a tiny thing, though, except for the massive tits that were just jutting of her outfit. Jesus! What a fucking pair! Better yet, Letitia actually had on the very same outfit she had worn in the exercise routine over which Peter had slobbered while surfing the 'Net. Wow! The associational memories Peter could already feel stirring were going to make things extremely exciting!
Letitia's body was so slim and the twin massive bulges of tit meat distending her low-cut top were so huge — both absolutely and in comparison — that it looked as if her plastic surgeon had forgotten to turn off the silicone nozzle! Yet her massive jugs were quivering and jiggling as if they were 100% natural. Letitia, it seems, was the genuine article! This combination of a slender build with giant natural hooters just seemed to violate normal rules of human physiology. Well, Peter was certainly willing to overlook this lapse. Man! In fact, his hands were beginning involuntarily to twitch in reaction to the astonishing sight in front of him!
The gorgeous black girl's exercise top had a modest scoop neck. On Letitia, though, this slight dip in neckline was sufficient to usher front and center a truly massive cleavage. Jesus! Her huge tits seemed to start just below her collarbone; the result was a cleavage of startling depth and definition. Peter had never seen tits like this. They were just fabulous! What's more, his loins were in enthusiastic agreement; his cock was already starting to stiffen at the sight of this beautiful, ultra-buxom girl.
Letitia took Peter by the hand and led him into what looked like an exercise room. He wondered if this was where the video he had seen had been shot. In the center was a long padded exercise table. "Do you want a camera, luv?" the giant-breasted young woman asked.
"If it's all the same," Peter replied, "I could just, you know, imprint the images on my brain. I mean, what do you usually do for poses when guys take pictures?"
"Oooh, loads of different things," Letitia allowed. "You could just sit in that chair and I'll do some of the things the punters like watchin'. Some blokes do just watch, though, 'cept the price for the session is the same. The thing is, is that you've got to promise to just sit there and watch. You can ... er ... rub yourself through your clothes if you like! Even out of your clothes if you fancy! If you're a really good boy, I might have a treat for you near the end of the hour. In the meantime, honey, have you got the hundred for the session? Gotta be cash, no gregories."
Peter quickly pulled two £50 notes from his wallet and handed them to Letitia. The ultra-breasted black beauty then smiled, and, after slipping them into a desk drawer, walked over to the exercise table. After climbing up on the apparatus, she began to squirm and run her hands up and down her body. In the process, her amazingly firm J-cup tits seemed to stick more than half a foot above her trunk. The way they distended the straining fabric of Letitia's massive jugs had already caused some serious leakage out of Peter's throbbing boner. What a fucking pair of tits! It was so thrilling to watch Letitia fondle and rub her huge knockers!
"Oh, honey," she moaned after a few minutes of rubbing her bosom, "My breasts are in need of some fresh air!" With that the beautiful black beauty jumped off the exercise table, reached down, and pulled her tight top up and over her head in order to reveal her jutting chest There was no bra underneath, exercise or otherwise. Letitia's massive tits were so firm and erect that they did not need the support of such a garment,
Letitia did not, however, remove her skimpy exercise shorts. Peter took this as a sign that the buxom young girl's pussy and ass cheeks were strictly off-limits! Her tits were so fabulous, though, that this was just fine by Peter!
By now, needless to say, Peter was openly and unashamedly rubbing his rock-hard pecker through his trousers. Letitia's tits were so huge ... yet so firm as well! They extended on either side of her trunk by an inch or so, and in spite of their firmness extended nearly to her navel. They were far and away the biggest tits Peter had ever seen ... at least in the flesh! They were so round, so brown, so full!
As Peter stared, slack-jawed, at the massive, firm jugs, thoughts of Lakisha suddenly raced though his mind. What would she look like with her top off? The tit-stunned fellow shook his head as if to banish the thought. He was in London and had just paid £100 for the privilege of ogling Letitia's enormous hooters. Better he should be focusing on the reality of Letitia's giant tits than on the memory of Lakisha's overstuffed sweater!
With nary a second's hesitation, Letitia had picked up a jump rope and begun to skip rope. Naturally, her giant bosom floated up and down in response to each step. Jesus! Letitia's massive hooters were so heavy that their jiggling motion seemed to lag a second or so behind the rest of her body.
Beads of perspiration had begun to glisten on Peter's forehead. He had now thrust his hand inside his trousers and had begun slowly to pull his taut foreskin up and down. His massive cock was threatening to burst through the fabric of his pants! He was getting so hot!
"Wow, luv!" Letitia exclaimed as she ended her five-minute period of rope skipping. "You don't look very comfortable! Why don't you slip your trousers off for the rest of the session? You'll feel ever so much better!"
Peter responded with a crooked grin. "Sounds good to me, honey." His trousers formed a puddle on the floor all of ten seconds later.
Peter was unclear as to the precise terms of the invitation to shed his trousers; he wondered if he was supposed to keep his underwear on, at least until a further invitation was given. The problem was that, well, he really wasn't wearing any underwear — not in the traditional sense, at least. He had not been sure just how many clothes he would be able
to remove during the session and so, just in case, wanted to have as little on as possible in order to facilitate self-abuse through the fabric of his wool trousers. Still, he thought he should have a covering of some sort over his cock — or at least his cockhead so as to help soak up the pre-cum he was sure would be flowing — and so he had donned a skinny little spandex thong to wear under his trousers. In turn, he had placed some tissue paper over his cock hole in order to soak up the inevitable flow of pre-cum he knew Latitia's giant tits were going to drag out of that orifice.
By the time Peter had removed his trousers, he had already gotten amazingly stiff. The modest little thong was no match for his enormous, powerful boner. In fact, his heavily ribbed organ had gotten so stiff and erect that the totally stretched-out fabric of the thong was already a full foot away from his groin! In spite of the protective layer of tissue paper, the tiny scrap of material was heavily stained with the dick scum that had already liberally poured out of his leaky cockhead. Well, Peter's nearly terminal sexual condition was all out in the open now!
Letitia looked on at this unbelievable sight in what seemed to be mingled astonishment and horror. "Bloody amazing!" were the only words she was able to articulate.
Peter could not take his eyes off Letitia's massive, sweat-slick tits; as a result his hard-on was becoming stiffer and stiffer. The fact that her huge knockers seemed to be quivering in response to the shock of the sight in front of her was not helping the situation at all!
Of course, Letitia was equally unable to tear her eyes away from Peter's preposterously gigantic penis. She had never seen its equal in real life, pornographic movies, or even drawings. She had no idea that a human cock could get that huge! This was just impossible!
By now, only the top portion of Peter's apple-sized cockhead was trapped inside the fabric of the thong; the rest of his heroic shaft and the bottom inch or so of his cockhead were fully exposed to Letitia's disbelieving eyes. The wide-eyed model stared in shock at the fourteen inches or so of stiff, thick, vein-corded shaft that jerked and wobbled in front of her, not to mention the massive, almost inhumanly sized testicles that seemed to be dangling down to a point not all that far above her client's knee! Jesus!
"Oh, honey," the buxom little girl was finally able to croak. "Can I help?"
Peter almost laughed out loud. There was one kind of help that would absolutely solve the problem but he was pretty sure that was not that sort of help she was suggesting!
Still, help of some kind was what he needed. Badly! "Do you have any scissors, honey?" he asked.
"Sure ... of course." The hugely busty girl hurried over to the other side of the room, her massive tits flying as she ran. She was soon back with a big pair of pinking shears. By now Peter's cock was indistinguishable from an iron bar, and the strings attached to the little square of spandex were beginning to cut deeply into his buttocks.
Peter reached down and deftly snipped the bands of the thong. There was a loud snapping sound as Peter's colossal boner broke free of its captivity. The tiny little spandex pouch sprang off Peter's cockhead and flew across the room. The sodden mass of pre-cum-stained tissue paper inside the pouch was catapulted in the same general direction.
Upon being set free, Peter's python-thick sex tool jerked like a coiled spring and slammed up against his torso with a loud slapping sound. The highly engorged cockhead remained pressed against his upper chest, and the shaft itself firmly hugged his flat stomach and lower chest The many swollen veins and arteries that criss-crossed the improbable length and girth of his monster cock were unnaturally bloated with a lust-increased blood supply. This fellow was aroused! He was hot!
"Oh, honey, fucking hell!" Letitia's eyes were wide with shock as she contemplated the giant pole that had been hiding inside Peter's clothing. "Where'd you get a thing like that? It's fucking inhuman!" Letitia was actually lazily licking her fat, shiny lips as she incredulously examined the full sixteen-inch length and shockingly swollen girth of Peter's beyond-hard shaft. "Why not just keep playing with yourself, and perhaps I can do something about that thing in a bit. You poor, poor baby!"
Letitia spread a padded exercise mat out on the floor. She then got down on the mat in a classic push-up pose. At first, Peter thought this was going to be as un-aerobic an exercise as he could imagine. Letitia's overly large hooters, after all, hung down nearly to the exercise mat even when her arms were fully extended at the top of the push-up position. The hugely breasted young girl was not built for push-ups, Peter decided.
Peter was wrong. Letitia let herself all the way down to the mat. Very soon after she had begun her descent, her long, stiff nipples touched the mat. Her extremely full breasts then began to flatten out against the mat as her trunk approached the floor. Soon, Letitia's massive bosom was totally squashed against the mat; as a result, her huge tits had spread way beyond the width of her body to form two enormous puddles of tit flesh. Wow! Peter helplessly groaned in reaction to this surpassingly erotic sight.
Letitia then began to move her slim body up and down. Her giant knockers responded like huge fleshy bellows, spreading and then contracting time after time in obedience to each push-up. Peter was now wildly pulling with both hands on his horse-sized boner with all the fervor he could muster. Jesus! Letitia was so sexy!
After about twenty push-ups or so, Letitia stood up and grinned at Peter. "Do you like what you see, baby?" she asked. From the condition of Peter's straining cock, she certainly knew the answer! What a rhetorical question!
At this stage of the session, Letitia gave up all pretence of continuing her exercise routine ... that is, except upon her bosom. That part of her anatomy continued to get a serious workout! The giant-breasted young girl had begun to cup and fondle her huge tits. Given the size of her breasts in comparison to her diminutive hands, it took both of them to do the job properly.
Letitia was soon hefting her swollen left boob up to her eager mouth. Her long tongue began snaking all over her oversized, milk chocolate-colored areola. She was paying particular attention to her fat, stiff nipple, which seemed to have become a lot more erect in response to this treatment. How Peter would have loved for it to have been his tongue that was so engaged!
As Letitia switched her ministrations to her right breast, things got even more exciting. She had pursed her excitingly full and fat lips and begun to suck on the now-stiffened nipple.
At the same time, Letitia looked down to see that an astonishing amount of pre-cum was leaking out of Peter's cock hole. His entire cock head seemed, in fact, to be encrusted with this creamy love juice. One look at Peter's distorted facial features as he continued two-handing his jerking cock told Letitia that it was high time to move into the final act of this little drama.
"Honey? Crawl up on the exercise table. I'm sure I can do something about this agony you seem to be in. You need some relief! Poor, poor baby!"
On shaking legs, Peter ripped off his shirt and hopped up on the table. Letitia's eyes widened once again as she approvingly surveyed his bulging muscles and washboard flat stomach. "Oh, man," she observed, a touch of wonder in her voice, "you are so fit! And good-looking, too!"
Peter was soon stretched out on the exercise table, his rock-hard shaft waving and jerking in the air. Letitia had stepped up on a long wooden block that positioned her body waist-high in relation to the exercise table.
"What a beautiful, giant penis," she purred. "Cock!" she added as an afterthought. "I think it would like to say hello to my bosom. Tits," she translated for her lover's benefit.
Letitia then directed a stern look at Peter. "For this next part, honey, you have to promise to keep your hands at your side. No touching! Is that quite clear?"
"As a bell," Peter replied.
With that, Letitia leaned over Peter's groin and began to wiggle her massive breasts against his throbbing cock. At the first touch of this hot tit meat against his over-taut cock skin, Peter started moaning nearly at the top of his lungs. He doubted he had ever been more aroused in his life! Not with Amanda! Not with Heather! Just never!
Letitia then jumped up on the exercise table herself and straddled Peter's thighs. While leaning forward, she positioned a massive tit on either side of his super-cock and then strongly mashed her J-cup headlights against the slick, strained flesh of his penis. Peter began immediately to pump his hips in an attempt, made difficult by Letitia's weight upon his thighs, to fuck the hot, huge bosom that now enveloped his straining male meat.
The gorgeous black beauty responded by moving her mashed tits up and down the full length of Peter's sixteen-inch shaft. Letitia had herself started to moan at the erotic thrill of rubbing her huge tits against so exciting and huge a cock.
After some five minutes of tit fucking, Letitia hopped down off the table. She moved the block closer to Peter's head and remounted the piece of wood. "I only let extra-special guys do the next bit," she said softly, "but I'm going to pull on your cock until you come. And here's the special treat — you can play with my titties while I do it. You have to promise not to touch anywhere else, though — that would be cheating!" The gorgeous young girl then paused in thought for a moment. "Especially no licking or kissing. Promise?"
"I promise," Peter groaned.
With that, Letitia took hold of Peter's cock. "Jesus, honey," she marveled, "you're hung like a horse!" Although she had grabbed the massive shaft with both hands, she was astonished to see that her hands were too small to encircle its unbelievable girth. She knew she had small hands, but really...!
As her hands slowly pulled Peter's cock skin up and down, the poor fellow was experiencing electric shocks from this thrilling hand job. His cock was on fire! Each trip made by Letitia's hands up and down his shaft was causing incredible explosions of pleasure. Each stroke was nearly as exciting and thrilling as an actual orgasm.
Letitia was clearly getting excited, too. She had started to babble as the excitement of playing with Peter's giant shlong increased with each pull. "You're just a horse, baby ... hmmm ... I love horses ... I really wanted a horse when I was a little girl ... no such luck, though ... hmmm ... imagine if I had had you to play with! Wow!"
The thought of a young, budding Letitia playing with his massive cock was so exciting that Peter began to moan in response. Then he imagined another little girl playing with his shaft. Lakisha! He groaned as he feverishly contemplated the idea of the ultra-buxom youngster doing her best to encircle his obscenely thick cock with her tiny little hands while at the same time his own big hands were frantically racing up and down the bloated shafts of her watermelon sized tits! Wow!
This thrilling image faded as Peter's shaking hands began to cup and fondle Letitia's massive J-cup breasts. Jesus Christ! They were so soft yet simultaneously so firm. And so huge!
They were so malleable, as well. As Peter's big hands eagerly and even frantically fondled — no, manhandled! — the huge appendages of breast tissue, he was thrilled to see how the ultra-soft mounds molded themselves to his frenzied squeezes. It was equally thrilling to see how the infinitely adaptable tit meat sprang instantly back into its permanent shape once his mauling hands had moved on. Most thrilling of all was the fact that each full, fat breast was way too big for a single hand to cup. The way each pendulous tit greatly overflowed his cupped hands was as exciting a sexual sensation as Peter could imagine. The long road that had started with his feverish examination of big tit mags at St Mark's had led at last to this frenzied mauling of Letitia Buxleigh's huge hangers of tit flesh on South Audley Street. He had never felt anything like this! Peter was in heaven! He had entered a tit-lover's paradise!
The combination of this tactile exploration of the biggest tits by far Peter had ever touched, along with the expert attention being given by Letitia to his granite-like cock, pushed Peter way over the top. "Oh, Jesus! Oh, Yes!" Peter felt a searing thrill begin to accelerate from his anus down his legs, up his trunk, down his arms, and especially up his cock. "Oh, fuck! So strong, so fucking strong!"
Peter's eyes had nearly rolled in to the back of his head. "Oh, honey, baby, baby ... this is fantastic ... it's so good!
As those words tumbled out of Peter's lips, Letitia could feel an urgent bulge travel up the fat shaft of male meat between her hands at almost superhuman speed. Here it comes!
As the orgasmic thrill seemed to square its degree of pleasure nearly every second, a long, looping rope of spunk wildly rocketed out of Peter's cock hole. Peter himself had his eyes closed in utter sexual ecstasy and abandon and so was not paying close attention to the details. Letitia, on the other hand, was paying particular attention and so was amazed to see this powerful splat of ejaculation rise up some twelve feet or so in the air. Jesus! Letitia had never seen a guy shoot a load that high in the air. Only the very high ceiling in the flat prevented Peter's fountain of jism from going "splat" all over the plaster.
On account of her gorgeous face and curvy, ultra-buxom body, Letitia knew she could induce powerful shots of jism from her clients. This was a record, however ... a record, moreover, that, so far as she could recollect, bested the previous title-holder by a large number of feet! This was simply amazing! Improbable! Impossible!
As the long clotted strands of sperm obeyed the command of Newtonian physics to return to earth, Letitia found herself getting drenched with a spray of male seed. Yet she kept pulling on the throbbing shaft and was rewarded by a second powerful blast of jism. This load, she reckoned, rose at least five or six feet in the air; it was followed almost simultaneously by succeeding shots of spunk that rose three, two, and one feet in the air respectively.
What a sexual athlete this guy was! Letitia had been involved in long relationships with guys who probably hadn't shot as much sperm in her direction over the life of the friendship as this guy was spraying in a single orgasm. She was getting just coated with the stuff!
As Peter's orgasm — by now more than two minutes in length — subsided and his ejaculations dwindled into mere dribs and drabs of love seed, Letitia had a powerful urge to take the massive cock — or as much of it as she could handle — into her mouth. That had certainly never happened before with a client! She caught herself in time, however. She reminded herself that she was a semi-nude model who gave a little bit extra to those clients she found especially attractive. Full service was not in her job description. She was not an escort — no way! — and so Peter's fat shaft did not enjoy the ultimate thrill of being sucked into Letitia's hot, sweet mouth. It was a close thing, however!
Peter looked up at Letitia in amazement, his heavily lidded eyes barely half-open. "Baby!" he moaned, "that's about a strong an orgasm as a man can get!"
Letitia was examining with disbelief the shiny clots of sperm that covered not only the exercise table but their bodies and hair as well. "Wow!" she marveled. She then began to giggle a bit nervously as she surveyed the patina of jism that was splattered all over the area. It was unbelievable. "I've never, I mean never, seen anything like that!" The super-buxom girl shook her head in astonishment.
Peter smiled back in return. "You'd better watch your step, honey. Any girl who can have an effect like that on a guy could get herself into real trouble!"
Peter had soon wiped himself down with the hot, moist towel Letitia had offered him before putting his clothes back on. He knew, however, that he was going to need a shower as soon as he got back to the Dorchester — his body was caked with jism! Letitia knew she was going to need one as well before her next client rang the bell to the basement flat. She was also going to have to wipe down her equipment. It was just coated with sex scum!
As Peter started toward the door, Letitia stepped in front of the handsome banker and gave him a warm embrace. "That was really something," she said softly. Peter expressed his views on the matter by leaning down and giving the hugely buxom black beauty a soft kiss on the forehead.
Soon the two were unabashedly staring into each other's eyes. The voltage of the sexual electricity being zapped between the two was just sizzling! Letitia had not slipped on her exercise top; as a result, every single square inch of her huge, dark brown melons were fully visible. Jesus! The girl's entire torso from just below her collarbone to just above her navel was nothing but tit meat. What's more, her nipples were fantastically erect. As Peter's hungry eyes scanned the length of her body, he noticed that a huge spreading stain covered the crotch area of the buxom beauty's exercise shorts. This girl was hot! And wet! And ready!
Peter and Letitia then locked eyes. She was so very beautiful! A wet dream indeed! The two just visually feasted on each other for nearly a minute. This was getting serious!
Almost involuntarily, their mouths hungrily drew together. Seconds later, Peter could feel the lush, cushioned feel of Letitia's thick fleshy lips against his eager mouth. Only seconds after that, both their mouths had sagged open and Peter and Letitia were wildly French kissing.
As their hot tongues snaked inside each other's mouths, Peter had reached down and begun to cup Letitia's luscious ass cheeks with eager, squeezing hands. Her kiss was so sweet, so gentle but yet so sensuous! The serious pressure being exerted against Peter's stomach by the tiny girl's naked, seriously squished J-cup breasts only made the kiss more exciting. Peter switched one hand from the buxom girl's squirming ass and placed it against her back. He was soon pushing her mammoth bosom against his trunk with real force. The way Letitia's huge tits were getting flattened out and jammed up against his torso was intoxicatingly sexy.
Thus encouraged, Peter removed his squeezing hands from Letitia's butt and slipped them inside her shorts. The lush feel of her tight, tiny bottom in the palms of his hands was intoxicating. What a fucking hard body she was!
And did the bosomy black knockout object? Not a bit! Her reaction was to start moaning. She put both hands against the back of Peter's head and pulled his wide-open mouth against hers with even greater force. She began slipping and sliding her thick, swollen lips against Peter's with increasing friction. Her tongue was now making a play for his tonsils. The hot, slurping sounds of their kissing crazily bounced against the walls of the tiny basement apartment.
Peter was moaning and groaning himself. He used his handhold on Letitia's perfectly curved ass checks to lift the beautiful, buxom girl up off the ground. The sex-stunned fellow began rubbing her twat up and down the length of his surging boner. Up and down, up and down, and up and down.
All the while their face-swallowing kiss went on and on and on. After about the tenth trip up and down the staggering span of Peter's ultra-stiff member, Letitia's body began stiffening and shuddering in the throes of what was clearly a huge cum.
Letitia and Peter continued to rub their bodies against each other in this fashion as ardently as they were French kissing. Only after the kiss had lasted nearly five minutes and Letitia had been jolted by at least two additional orgasms did the two near-lovers draw back from their passionate oral coupling. Even as Letitia pulled back, however, Peter's newly engorged cock remained jammed up against her body.
As their mouths mutually unfastened, a complex web of saliva continued to bond their sex-slack mouths. Letitia's lips, so thick to begin with, were even more swollen and puffy than normal from the elongated mouth fuck she had just experienced. The giant breasted girl looked up at Peter in absolute awe. The two hot almost-lovers pulled back to arms' length and, still holding hands, began to stare at each other in shock and amazement. Peter's jutting cock was threatening to poke through the front of his trousers. Letitia's shorts were now thoroughly stained with orgasmic scum. Both of them knew they were teetering on the brink. They hadn't counted on this!
The two were speechless. Letitia simply stood in front of Peter and shook her head in quiet amazement. She had the look of a woman who had just broken every rule in the book — and wasn't sure she cared!
"Oh, luv,'" she finally was able to say, "I've never done anything like that with a client before!" she said. "Just never! She stared deep into Peter's eyes and then added, "We're not allowed to do kissin' an' stuff...."
Peter hadn't ever done those sorts of things either — with a sex worker, at least! Notwithstanding, he was eager and ready to take matters to the next stage. "That was wonderful, baby ... just wonderful!" Even though Letitia and Peter were still at arms length, they had begun to hold hands. Peter's rock hard boner continued to jut out of his pants. He noticed that Letitia's eyes were dropping down to peek in wonder at this obscene bulge about once every three seconds!
Thus encouraged, Peter decided to try his pitch. "I don't know what time you're done today, honey, but I'd sure like to take you to dinner when you're finished. The truth is, I'd really like to see more of you before I go back to the States tomorrow afternoon. A whole lot more!"
Letitia dropped her hands and gave Peter a long, long look before answering. "You don't know how hard it is to say 'No,' to you, honey, but the answer has to be 'No'. So, No!"
"You're sure?" Peter pressed.
"No, I'm not sure at all, except that I have to be sure, and so I am. No, no, no, luv."
Letitia gave a deep sigh. "Look, honey, I never go out with clients ... never! It's an ironclad rule with me. With most models, actually. But even if we had met at a pub, say, or on the street, I still would say 'No,' because I've got a boyfriend I care about ... a lot! I just won't cheat on him! Even with a guy as fit as you!"
At these words, a chill ran up and down Peter's spine. Here was a tart that was willing to service a guy with her giant breasts and soft hands but was yet too moral to cheat on her boyfriend by going those extra last few steps with a guy to whom she was obviously very attracted. And here he was, attached by solemn vows to the most gorgeous and wonderful woman he could imagine ... and he was eager to rush Letitia into bed if only he could talk her into it. What a fucking paradox! It was pretty clear to Peter who was morally upright in this situation and who was not!
Letitia looked up with an utterly serious look on her face. Peter was astonished to see her eyes were bright with tears. "Don't think it's easy to say 'No,' honey. You're the best bloke I've ever seen. Shit, man, I'm so wet ... this isn't s'posed to happen! You're definitely the biggest hunk ever to come through that door."
Peter could sense the gorgeous model pull herself together in a determined effort to do the right thing. "It's just that I forgot the plot for a second, that's all. That's all! And now you've got to go before I lose it again. If you care anything about me at all you'll get out before that happens! Please!"
Letitia's voice had begun to tremble; she was actually choking on her words. There was lots of sniffling, too. With what was clearly a major effort of the will, the hugely buxom girl bolted to the door and, while hiding behind it so her bare chest could not be seen from the street, held it open for Peter to leave. "Goodbye," she said simply and imploringly.
As he walked up the steps to ground level, Peter was suffused with equal portions of deep sexual satisfaction and searing humiliation. The experience with Letitia had been incredibly wonderful but his efforts to transform the encounter into a full-blown sexual affair had been both thoughtless and selfish. He cringed as he recalled the tortured look on Letitia's face; he winced as he contemplated what the very fact of his invitation revealed about himself! At the same time, a part of him — mostly around groin level — wished so very much that Letitia had said, "Yes!" God! Talk about being conflicted!
For the rest of his short stay in London, Peter's vivid memories of Letitia's gigantic bosom and thick, hot meaty lips vied with but were overshadowed by sickening waves of shame that washed over him every time he thought of Amanda and their marriage, and then recalled the buxom model's principled refusal to intensify their newly-minted relationship. Truly, he vowed, I've got to be through with this big bust fixation. I have the most wonderful girl in the world for a wife, and I'm going to restrict my love life to her! I just have to!