She walked into the room. His tongue suddenly went dry, as it always did when he saw her. Kind of like the first time, EVERY time. His mind quickly flashed back....

She was an attractive woman. Long golden brown hair, fair skin, pouty lips, tall, voluptuous (heavy, but she carried it well), with magnetic brown eyes and an incredibly sensual voice. He focused in on his obsession, though. The one thing she had that he wanted more than anything else. It was her tits. They were glorious. Measuring 56 inches around, all natural, bouncing, despite the bra she wore, and just...magnificent.

For as long as he could remember, he had been attracted to women with large breasts. No, not just large, he corrected himself, enormous. They were an aphrodisiac to him. Just the sight of them was enough to make his mind spin. And hers were spectacular. He had thought so when he first met her, but by the time he saw them naked, in all their glory, he was enthralled. All he wanted to do was bury his face in them. Massage them. Knead them. Suckle at her large pink nipples. Worship them. THAT was the word. Worship them.

She had been slightly uncomfortable with his obvious fixation. It wasn't the first time a man had been obsessed with her tits, and it surely wouldn't be the last, but he was, perhaps, the MOST fixated on them that she had come across to date. Their first meeting, she had to reach out and pull his chin up, since he showed the disconcerting habit of addressing all comments to them, rather than to her face. She was kind of turned on by his obvious adoration of them, but she couldn't help but feel self- conscious when he was so...single-minded. Still, she considered, she did enjoy having her breasts played with, so she thought she might give him the chance he wanted, and see exactly what he could offer.

After the first time, she was sold. He was different from every other man she had known. But she, and her tits, loved the attention. She had never seen her nipples get so large. She remembered glancing down as he sucked one and as he let it out of his mouth to switch to the other she noticed that the nipple was about the size of a grape. The entire areola was raised, and THAT was about the size of the palm of her hand. And she realized that she could enjoy this even more than she had originally thought.

He had been mesmerized by her bounty that night. Well, EVERY night, he guessed, but that first time was something special. They had escaped to privacy and she had slowly, very slowly, began to tease him. She would cross her arms under her tits, and show them off to his admiring eyes. Even fully clothed, his mind boggled at the sight of them. She had worn a sweater. One that clung to the curves of her chest. It buttoned down the front, and had a scoop neck, exposing the creamy upper quarter of her breasts. He could just see the dark valley between them, and had flashed on a vision of his face buried in there, titflesh on either side of his face, and the unique scent of a woman there. Hers would be overpowering, he knew. Just that quick thought made his cock rise to half-mast.

She had slowly, VERY slowly, unbuttoned the sweater, one by one. Smiling at his face as he watched, eager to see all that she was revealing. When she had unbuttoned the one just below her bra, she pulled the sides back and stopped, framing her tits...her magnificent tits...with the sweater. Her bra was lace, and she knew, without even looking down, that he could see her nipples through the lace.

He was entranced. She was a witch. She had ALL of the power at the moment. Looking at those breasts, he could see the darker color at the tips. The nipples. That was where he wanted to be. But he stared at the entire expanse of lace-covered flesh. It seemed like there were acres of titmeat for him to look at. Presented to him from a few feet away, while he sat in his chair, unmoving. She began to taunt him.

"Is this what you want, dear?" she reached down and pulled at the nipples. "Do you see these nice juicy nipples waiting for your touch? Do want to lick them? Kiss them? Suck them? Would you like to be my boob boy? My tit slave? Do you know how to take care of tits this big? They are soft and warm....Mmmmm..." she cooed as she cupped them in her hands, thrusting them out to him.

Her bra was one of those demi-bras...the cup only large enough to cover to just above the nipples. The upper curves were exposed to his eyes in all of their abundance. She plucked at her rosy teats. She could feel herself getting moist between her legs. This WAS a turn-on, she thought to herself. "My own little slave-boy. Ready to take care of me in any way I want. I could really enjoy this."

His mouth was open now, and his hands flexed convulsively. He wanted nothing more than to grab on to those tits. He had fairly large hands, but he would bet that it would take both hands to completely hold one of her boobs while he nursed on the end. He swallowed as she approached him.

She stood directly in front of him now. His face was even with her tits. She could tell he wanted to touch them. He wasn't even looking at her face or the rest of her body now, he was completely fixated on the bounty before him.

"Through the bra, suck them NOW. Through my bra," she hissed at him. "No hands. Just your mouth. Make those nipples hard. DO IT, boy, NOW."

And he did. His mouth immediately found a dark peak through the lace and his teeth firmed it up so he could pull it into his mouth. The feel of that warmth...that hard point of flesh that was still so pliable and soft. Even through the lace, it was enough to pull his prick into complete hardness. He shifted in his chair. After all, he was still completely clothed and his cock was confined.

"OOOoooooohhhhh," she moaned softly. It had been a while since someone had paid attention to her nipples, and even though it was through the fabric of her bra, it felt wonderful. She looked down, and she could see that his eyes were closed. He was concentrating on the task at hand. Her eyes closed and her head fell back against her neck as she wallowed in the sensations. She pulled back and he looked up at her face with a disconsolate expression on his face. She smiled, and teased him.

"Oh baby, what is that look for? Are you upset that I took away your new toys? Did you like having my tits in your face? Do you want more? You want THESE?" she played with him, as she caressed herself before his eyes. She ran her hands all over her breasts, and then continued to unbutton her sweater. She shrugged it off and stood before him clad in her bra, her miniskirt, and her heels. "Come, help me take off this nasty bra," she beckoned to him.

He JUMPED to his feet, eager to help his goddess off with her clothes. He practically leapt the three feet to her and then he stood there. Dumbfounded. Wondering if he should wait for her instructions.

"Good boy. I am glad to see that you didn't touch me without permission," she said approvingly. "Now, watch me unhook this bra so you know how to do it for next time. I expect that you will know how to dress and undress me from now on."

He watched intently as her hands reached down to the clasp in the front of her tits. She let her hands rest there for a moment, and then she twisted it and the cups sprang apart, exposing her creamy flesh for his adoring eyes.

He was amazed! They sagged a little bit, but they were huge, he expected them to sag more. They looked firm, even without the support of the bra. And her nipples were even larger than he had thought seeing them through their lacy cover. His mouth watered, and her hands came up and pulled his chin up so he looked her in the face.

"Come around and help me slide this off now, boy," she told him, drinking in the glazed look he had. She was really impressed. She was wet now, and she realized that having her very own boob boy was a definite turn-on. She turned her back and let him slide it off her shoulders. When she turned around she saw him looking with an startled look on his face at the tag.

"Something interesting there?" she asked.

"I. I... I never saw tits that were 42 triple D before," he stuttered, blushing a little bit as he realized that he probably sounded stupid. " I mean, in real life. I... I.... PLEASE....PLEASE.... let me take care of them," he finished fervently.

She smiled. She climbed onto the large bed and propped herself up against three of four pillows in a sitting position against the head board. She still wore her skirt and stockings, but had kicked off her heels.

"Come here," she nodded and patted the area next to her body.

He JUMPED onto the bed and she frowned. "No. Take off your clothes first. I want you nude. I want to see your MAN'S body while you are my breast BOY."

He scrambled off the bed, eager to please her, and stripped. He wasn't ashamed of what he had to offer, and he posed for a moment so she could look at him. His hand automatically stroked his erect cock as if to soothe its rampant hardness,

She smiled again, and patted the bed. "Now. I want you here now. Lay your head on my tits."

He hurried to crawl across the bed and did as she asked. His head was pillowed on those magnificent breasts. He inhaled, smelling her. She smelled faintly of vanilla, and of her unique scent. Her nipples were still hard, and he looked at them up close. He could see the bluish veins running under her milky skin to the tips, pumping the blood through, making them alive and warm and exciting.

"Now, my sweet. Now....they are yours to do with as you like. Make me feel good. Lick them. Suck them. Milk them. I want you to worship them like a good boob boy. Can you do that?"

"Oh YES," he breathed, never taking his eyes off of the bounty before him. He was so turned on. He wanted to devour them, make her nipples as hard as she had ever felt them. He wanted to pull on them, and imagine that he could feel milk coming out of them. He wanted to stay here forever, the creaminess of her tits before him, and the contrasting scratchiness of her skirt against his bare flesh. He wanted to adore her as the goddess that she was. He wanted to be her breast boy for as long as she could stand it.

He took his hands and began to knead the one white globe closest to him. He was fascinated by the softness and yet the firmness beneath it. He kissed every inch of that breast. He licked up and down it. He took his tongue and encircled it from the farthest point, where it attached to her chest and slowly drew a spiral until his mouth was on the point. And that he took into his mouth and suckled at. Much like a baby, trying to draw nourishment from its mother's breast. He massaged that breast, pulling on it, while he took as much into his mouth as he could. He flicked it with his tongue, batting it back and forth while his teeth held it steady. His senses were completely fixated on the tit before him. He moaned around it and realized that this is where he wanted to be forever. At her breast, burying himself in it. Completely losing himself in the role of boob boy.

As she pulled away from him, he whimpered. She pushed his head toward her other breast. "You wouldn't want to neglect this one, would you?" she murmured.

He immediately began sucking at the already engorged nipple. Her hands ran through his hair and pulled him even more firmly against her titflesh, pressing his nose deep into the softness. He could feel her breasts all over his face...they were THAT large. Against his cheeks, his chin, his eyes. Nothing existed for him but this.

She was beside herself with arousal. She couldn't believe this. He had spent at least forty minutes on one breast, until she couldn't take it anymore, and she switched him to the other. She wondered idly if that was what it was like when you were nursing a child. Then he pulled on her tit with his hand, and her mind snapped back to the here and now. It felt like he was milking her. Like he was really trying to pull the sweetness out of her tits. And she loved the sensation. She could feel the puddle of wetness beneath her and she knew she was going to come without anyone even touching her pussy. He was going to do it. Her boob boy was going to make her orgasm just from pulling on her breasts.

Her mind started rambling as he switched back and forth, his hands caressing and massaging and milking each tit while his mouth pulled and licked and sucked. "That's right, make mommy feel good. Suck mommy's big tits. Worship my 42 triple D tits. You are such a good boob boy. Mmmmm... Would you like to stay here and do this all the time for me? You suck so well. Milk me, boob boy. Do you like mommy's big tits? You are such a good boy..." Later, she might be horrified by these statements, but he had worked her into a frenzy and she didn't realize what she was saying.

He heard her words, and they were music to his ears. She touched on his underlying fetish. He wanted to be a man who suckled and drank mothers' milk. And he sucked and milked even more intensely. As her litany continued, his mind whirled and his excitement increased and his body twitched as he came, all over the bed, without even touching himself.

She glanced down as she felt his body convulsively jerk and saw the spurts of semen jet out of his cock. That was all it took. She felt herself tumble over the edge finally and her whole body spasmed as she came, convulsing over and over, her pussy tightening on itself.

She finally pulled him off of her, by his hair and looked down at her ravaged tits. They were red and angry looking. Splotchy against the usual whiteness of them, and her nipples were huge. But she felt GOOD.

He looked sheepishly down at his cock, which was still half-hard, and the puddle underneath it. Then he looked at her. Well, her tits, anyway. Until she pulled his chin so he was looking at her face. And she pulled him in for a long, wet kiss.

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