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Titty Fuck Temptation

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I had always been a bit self-conscious about my breasts. At 39, I wasn’t exactly a spring chicken anymore, and my once perky assets had started to show the effects of gravity. But my boyfriend, Jake, had a way of making me feel like the sexiest woman alive, and he had a particular appreciation for my chest.

“Hey, Mary Ellen,” Jake called out as I stepped out of the shower, wrapping a towel around my body. I could hear the excitement in his voice, a tone that usually meant he had something naughty on his mind. “Yeah, babe?” I replied, smiling as I pictured him lounging on our bed, his muscular body glistening with anticipation. Jake was a fitness enthusiast, and his dedication to the gym had paid off, making him a sight to behold.

“I was just thinking…” He trailed off, his blue eyes sparkling with mischief. “You know how I love your tits, right?”

I laughed, feeling a familiar warmth between my legs. “Yeah, I think I’ve noticed your appreciation, Mr. Handsy.” Jake had a habit of cupping and caressing my breasts whenever we were alone, his touch sending shivers down my spine.

“Well, I was wondering…” He paused, biting his lower lip, a sure sign he was about to propose something deliciously dirty. “Would you be up for giving me a titty fuck?”

My heart skipped a beat. I had never done anything like that before, but the thought of pleasing Jake and feeling his hard cock between my breasts was enough to make me blush. “A titty fuck? You mean, like… using my tits to pleasure you?”

“Exactly!” Jake’s face lit up, his excitement palpable. “I’ve always wanted to feel your soft, warm tits wrapped around my dick. I bet it’ll be fucking amazing.”

I couldn’t deny the appeal of his request. Jake’s enthusiasm was infectious, and the idea of using my body to bring him pleasure was incredibly arousing. I took a deep breath, my towel falling slightly, revealing a hint of my pale skin. “Okay, Jake. I’ll do it. But only if you promise to be gentle with my girls.”

“Oh, I’ll be gentle, baby,” he assured me, his voice thick with desire. “But first, let me get a good look at them.”

I smiled, feeling a surge of confidence. I let the towel drop to the floor, exposing my naked body to Jake’s hungry gaze. My breasts were full and round, with large, pink nipples that stood erect in anticipation. I cupped them in my hands, squeezing gently, my fingers brushing against my sensitive skin.

“Fuck, Mary Ellen,” Jake whispered, his eyes fixed on my chest. “Your tits are fucking perfect. I can’t wait to feel them squeezing my cock.”

I took a step closer to the bed, my heart racing. “Show me what you want me to do, Jake. Guide me.”

He patted the bed beside him, his hand reaching out to stroke my thigh. “Come here, beautiful. Straddle my face, let me taste your sweet pussy while you prepare those gorgeous tits for my cock.”

I did as he asked, climbing onto the bed and positioning myself above his face. Jake’s hands immediately went to my ass, squeezing and kneading my cheeks as his tongue sought out my clit. I moaned, the sensation of his rough hands and soft tongue driving me wild.

“That’s it, baby,” he murmured between licks. “Ride my face, let me hear you moan.”

I ground my hips against his mouth, my wetness coating his lips and chin. His tongue flicked and teased, driving me closer to the edge. I reached down, grabbing a handful of his hair, and urged him on. “Yes, Jake, right there. Oh, fuck, that feels so good.”

As I neared my climax, Jake’s hands traveled up my body, his fingers brushing against my nipples, causing me to shudder. “Now, Mary Ellen,” he said, his voice hoarse with need. “Let’s give my cock the titty fuck it’s been dreaming of.”

I shifted my position, straddling his waist, my knees sinking into the mattress on either side of his hips. Jake’s cock stood tall and proud, already glistening with pre-cum. I leaned forward, my breasts swaying, and took the head of his cock between my lips, sucking gently.

“Mmm, that’s it,” he groaned, his hands on my hips, guiding me. “Suck it, baby, get it nice and wet for your tits.”

I bobbed my head, taking him deep into my mouth, my tongue swirling around the thick shaft. Jake’s hands tightened on my hips, urging me to take more of him. I looked up at him, my blue eyes meeting his, as I deep-throated his length, my throat constricting around his girth.

“Fuck, you’re incredible,” he panted, his breath coming in short gasps. “Now, let’s get those tits in action.”

I pulled back, my lips glistening with saliva and pre-cum. I positioned myself above his cock, my breasts hanging over his shaft. I looked down, watching as the head of his cock disappeared between my cleavage.

“Oh, fuck, yes,” Jake moaned, his eyes fixed on the sight of his cock sliding between my tits. “Squeeze them together, baby, make a tight little tunnel for my dick.”

I did as he asked, my hands cupping my breasts, squeezing them together, trapping his cock between them. I began to slide up and down, my tits providing a warm, slick passage for his throbbing member.

“That’s it, fuck those tits, Mary Ellen,” he urged, his hands gripping my hips, helping me set the pace. “Feel how hard your tits make me? How much I love your soft, warm flesh on my cock?”

I moaned, the sensation of his cock sliding between my breasts sending waves of pleasure through my body. I leaned forward, my nipples brushing against his chest, my hair falling around us like a curtain of red silk.

“You like that, baby?” Jake asked, his voice rough with desire. “You like feeling my cock between your tits?”

“Yes, Jake,” I whispered, my breath hot against his skin. “I love it. I love feeling your hard cock against my soft flesh.”

“That’s it, fuck those tits harder, baby,” he encouraged, his hands squeezing my ass, pulling me down onto his cock. “Squeeze them tight, make me cum all over your beautiful tits.”

I increased my pace, my tits sliding up and down his shaft, my nipples rubbing against his skin. Jake’s breathing became ragged, his body tensing beneath me.

“Oh, fuck, I’m gonna cum,” he groaned, his hands gripping my hips tightly. “Cum all over your tits, Mary Ellen. Paint your beautiful skin with my cum.”

His words sent me over the edge. I squeezed my tits together, trapping his cock, and felt his warm, sticky release coating my skin. His cum shot in thick ropes, painting my breasts and neck, creating a pearl necklace of his desire.

“Yes, Jake,” I moaned, my body trembling with pleasure. “Cum for me, baby. Give me your cum.”

As his climax subsided, I leaned down, my lips seeking his, and kissed him deeply, sharing the taste of his release. I could feel his cum, still warm, on my skin, and it only added to the intensity of the moment.

“That was fucking incredible,” Jake panted, his hands stroking my back. “Your tits are fucking amazing, Mary Ellen. I could do this all day.”

I smiled, feeling a sense of satisfaction and pride. “I’m glad you enjoyed it, Jake. I have to admit, I loved feeling your cock between my tits.”

“And I loved watching you,” he said, his eyes roaming over my cum-covered body. “You’re so fucking sexy, Mary Ellen. I can’t wait to explore more of your naughty side.”

I blushed, feeling a new sense of freedom and excitement. Jake’s appreciation for my body and his willingness to explore our desires had unlocked something within me, a newfound confidence and a hunger for more.

“I can’t wait to see what else we can get up to,” I said, my voice laced with anticipation. “But for now, I think I need a shower to wash off all this delicious cum.”

Jake laughed, his eyes sparkling with mischief. “I’ll join you, baby. We can wash each other off and start planning our next adventure.”

As we made our way to the shower, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of excitement for what the future held. Jake’s love for my body and his insatiable appetite for pleasure had opened up a whole new world of erotic possibilities, and I couldn’t wait to explore them all.

The Seductive Encounter

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I stood in front of the mirror, my hands gently caressing my breasts, feeling the softness of my skin. I smiled at my reflection, knowing that Matthew was going to love what he was about to see. My name is Melissa, and I’ve known Matthew for years. We were friends, and after both going through recent breakups, we decided to become something more—fuck buddies. It was a mutual agreement, a way to satisfy our physical needs without the complications of a relationship. And I was more than happy to oblige, especially when I discovered Matthew’s particular fetish.

I had always been confident about my body, and my ample breasts were one of my favorite assets. They were perfectly round, full, and heavy, with large, dark nipples that hardened at the slightest touch. I knew men found them irresistible, and Matthew was no exception. He had a thing for breasts, especially when it came to titty-fucking.

As I dressed for the evening, I chose a revealing outfit, wanting to tease and tempt him from the moment he laid eyes on me. I slipped into a sheer black lace bra that barely contained my generous cleavage, pushing my breasts together to create a deep, inviting valley. The bra struggled to support my heavy breasts, and I knew it would be a challenge for him to keep his hands off me. I paired it with a short, tight skirt that hugged my curves and showcased my long, toned legs. A pair of black stockings and high heels completed the look, making me feel like a vixen, ready to seduce and be seduced.

I arrived at Matthew’s place, a bottle of wine in hand, feeling a familiar flutter in my stomach. He opened the door, his eyes immediately locking onto my revealing outfit. I could see the desire in his gaze as he took in my appearance, his eyes traveling from my face down to my exposed cleavage.

“Wow, Melissa,” he said, his voice hoarse with want. “You look incredible.”

I smiled, feeling a rush of power at his reaction. “All for you, Matthew. I thought we could have a little fun tonight.”

He stepped aside, inviting me in. “Oh, I intend to have a lot of fun, believe me.”

As I entered his apartment, I could sense his eyes on me, taking in every curve and sway of my body. I poured us each a glass of wine, my fingers slightly trembling as I handed him his. Matthew took a sip, his eyes never leaving my face, and then my breasts.

“So, tell me, Matthew,” I said, leaning against the kitchen counter, my legs slightly parted. “How much do you love breasts?”

He swallowed, his Adam’s apple bobbing. “You know I do, Melissa. I’ve always been a boob man. But yours… they’re something else.”

I bit my lip, feeling a warm tingle between my thighs. “And what do you like to do with them?”

Matthew’s gaze darkened, and he took a step closer, his voice dropping to a husky whisper. “I like to suck on them, lick them, worship them. But my favorite… is to fuck them.”

My pussy clenched at his words, and I felt a rush of wetness. I loved the idea of using my breasts to pleasure him, to make him lose control. I took a step towards him, my hands resting on his chest, feeling his heart racing beneath my palms.

“Then let’s not waste any time,” I whispered, my breath hot against his neck.

I pushed him gently towards the couch, and he sat down, his eyes never leaving my body. I straddled his lap, my skirt riding up my thighs, and positioned myself so that my pussy was just inches from his face. I could feel his warm breath on my sensitive skin.

“You’re so beautiful, Melissa,” he murmured, his hands reaching up to cup my breasts.

I leaned back, arching my back slightly, offering my heavy orbs to his touch. His fingers traced the lace of my bra, teasing the sensitive skin beneath. I closed my eyes, savoring the sensation, as his thumbs brushed over my nipples, making them pebble-hard.

“They’re so big, so soft,” he said, his voice thick with desire. “I want to feel them around my cock.”

I smiled, my heart racing. “Then you shall, Matthew. But first, I want to tease you a little more.”

I stood up, my skirt falling back into place, and slowly unbuttoned my blouse, revealing more of my cleavage. I turned my back to him, letting him admire the curve of my waist and the swell of my ass in the tight skirt. With a gentle push, I released my breasts from the confines of my bra, letting them hang free, the weight of them pulling at my sensitive nipples.

“Oh, fuck,” Matthew breathed, his voice filled with awe.

I turned to face him, my breasts swaying with the movement. I ran my hands over them, squeezing and lifting them, offering them to his gaze. His eyes were glued to my chest, his mouth slightly open, and I could see the bulge in his pants growing.

“Come here,” I said, my voice low and commanding.

I took his hand and led him to the bedroom, the wine forgotten on the kitchen counter. Once inside, I pushed him onto the bed and stood before him, my legs slightly apart, my breasts heavy and inviting.

“Undress me,” I whispered, my breath hot on his face.

Matthew’s hands were shaking as he reached for the buttons of my blouse, his fingers fumbling in their haste. He managed to undo them, and I shrugged the blouse off, letting it fall to the floor. I stood there, my breasts exposed, my nipples hard and pointing towards him.

“Suck them,” I commanded, my voice husky.

He leaned forward, his mouth replacing his hands, and took a nipple into his warm, wet mouth. He sucked gently at first, then with more urgency, his tongue swirling around the sensitive peak. I moaned, my head falling back, as he switched to the other breast, giving it the same attention.

“That’s it, Matthew,” I encouraged, my hands on his head, guiding him. “Suck them, make them wet for your cock.”

He obeyed, his mouth working feverishly, his hands now roaming over my body, squeezing my ass and stroking my thighs. I was soaking wet, my pussy throbbing with need, but I wanted to focus on his pleasure first.

“Now, lie back,” I instructed, pushing him gently onto the bed.

I climbed onto the bed, positioning myself between his legs, my knees on either side of his hips. I leaned forward, my breasts dangling above his straining erection, and smiled down at him.

“Are you ready for this, Matthew?” I asked, my voice teasing.

He nodded, his eyes fixed on my breasts. “Oh yes, please, Melissa.”

I lowered myself, taking his hard length in my hands, and guided it between my breasts, positioning it at the entrance of my cleavage. I squeezed my breasts together, creating a tight channel for his cock, and began to slide up and down, my nipples brushing against his shaft with each stroke.

“Fuck, that’s amazing,” he groaned, his hands gripping my thighs.

I increased the pace, my breasts massaging his cock, my nipples rubbing against his sensitive skin. I could feel his precum leaking out, lubricating my breasts as I fucked him with them.

“You like that, don’t you?” I whispered, my breath hot on his skin.

“Yes, oh yes,” he panted, his hips thrusting upwards to meet my movements.

I leaned forward, my breasts pressing against his chest, my nipples grazing his, as I continued to ride his cock with my tits. I could feel his balls tightening, his cock throbbing between my breasts, and I knew he was close.

“Cum for me, Matthew,” I urged, my voice thick with desire. “Cover my tits with your hot load.”

He arched his back, his hands gripping my hips, and with a loud groan, he came, his warm cum shooting out in thick ropes, coating my breasts and neck. I squeezed my breasts around his pulsing cock, milking every last drop from him.

We lay there for a moment, catching our breath, his softening cock still nestled between my breasts. I smiled down at him, my hands gently stroking his chest.

“That was incredible, Melissa,” he said, his voice filled with wonder.

I leaned down and kissed him, tasting the remnants of our passion on his lips. “It’s just the beginning, Matthew. I have so much more to show you.”

As I spoke, I felt his cock twitch against my breasts, already showing signs of life again. I smiled to myself, knowing that this was just the start of our erotic journey together.

Little did Matthew know, I had only just begun to explore his breast fetish, and I intended to take him to new heights of pleasure. The thought made me shiver with anticipation, and I couldn’t wait to see the look on his face when I revealed my next surprise.