Thanks for these mammaries 2

You know by now that I have been seeing a wonderful, kind gentleman who has a fixation with my big bust. In my last blog I told you about how he had me marching down streets and jogging up and down stairs in London, wearing a satin blouse and no bra.

More recently he proposed a tight white top with my black PVC quarter cup bra, or perhaps I suggested this as it is one of my favourite combinations and really shows off my chest to good effect. I suggested two possible tops – one is this fine lambswool sweater from Benetton…

And the other was this tight t-shirt …

He found it difficult to decide but eventually plumped for the latter but on condition that we’d meet gain soon with me wearing the sweater.

Before setting off to meet him I put my nipple pumps on for around 15 or 20 minutes, as these make my nipples rock hard and very prominent, like bullets and they stay like this for quite a while once pumped up. I combined the top with my tight faux leather trousers. As he’d asked me to wear these spike steel heels and acknowledging that they’re not easy to walk any distance in them, he kindly arranged a car to whisk me into central London.

I say “whisk” – have you seen the traffic in London recently? Normally he likes to parade me around in public but on this occasion, I was driven straight to his club where, as usual, he had booked a private room.

Once in there and with my coat off he was straight on task. He admired the swell of my breasts tumbling over the top of my quarter cup bra which is only just strong enough to hold my tits up and horizontal, with my nipples pointing straight at him. Then he stood behind me and began to cup them and squeeze them and pull my nipples. I could feel him grinding his erection against my backside, as he squeezed and shook my breasts. I suggested he get his cock out and that he rub himself against my backside properly. He didn’t need a second invitation and as he pushed his hard cock up and down my arse he began to groan with pleasure, so I asked if he’d like to spunk on me like this (so many men do!). He admitted he was sorely tempted but he wanted to tit fuck me even more.

At one point he squeezed my tits so hard I couldn’t help letting out a yelp of pain and I asked him to take it a little easier on me but he was in full throttle and he continued to cup and squeeze them very hard.

I was well on the way to my own orgasm and once he pinched both nipples between his fingers and thumbs and shook my tits up and down very vigorously and feeling his hard cock really grinding against my leather clad backside, I was over the edge, the fireworks in my head were lit and my legs went weak as a powerful orgasm ripped through my entire body.

He allowed me a few seconds of ecstasy before ordering me to take off my top and bra and lie on the floor. My head was still spinning as he put lube on his cock and as I squeezed my breasts into a deep valley for him, he began to hump my tits, I think harder than he has ever done before. He didn’t last long. He called me a few rude names  – I always enjoy being called a ‘busty slut’ and the like – and then he managed to point his cock slightly upwards and began spurting all over my mouth and my chin.

You know by now that I have been seeing a wonderful, kind gentleman who has a fixation with my big bust. In my last blog I told you about how he had me marching down street and jogging up and down stairs in London, wearing a satin blouse and no bra.

More recently he proposed a tight white top with my black PVC quarter cup bra, or perhaps I suggested this as it is one of my favourite combinations and really shows off my chest to good effect.

I suggested two possible tops – one is this fine lambswool sweater …

And the other was this tight t-shirt. He found it difficult to decide but eventually plumped for the latter but on condition that we’d meet with me wearing the sweater at a later date.

Before setting off to meet him I put my nipple pumps on for around 15 or 20 minutes, as these make my nipples rock hard and very prominent, like bullets and they stay like this for quite a while once pumped up. I combined the top with my tight faux leather trousers. As he’d asked me to wear these spike steel heels and acknowledging that they’re not easy to walk any distance in them, he kindly arranged a car to whisk me into central London. I say “whisk” – have you seen the traffic in London recently? Normally he likes to parade me around in public but on this occasion, I was driven straight to his club where, as usual, he had booked a private room.

Once in there and with my coat off he was straight on task. He admired the swell of my breasts tumbling over the top of my quarter cup bra which is only just strong enough to hold my tits up and horizontal, with my nipples pointing straight at him. Then he stood behind me and began to cup them and squeeze them and pull my nipples. I could feel him grinding his erection against my backside, as he squeezed and shook my breasts. I suggested he get it out and that he rub himself against my backside properly. He didn’t need a second invitation and as he pushed his hard cock up and down my arse he began to groan so I asked if he’d like to spunk on me like this (so many men do!). He admitted he was sorely tempted but he wanted to tit fuck me even more.

At one point he squeezed my tits so hard I couldn’t help letting out a yelp of pain and I asked him to take it a little easier on me but he was in full throttle and he continued to cup and squeeze them very hard.

I was well on the way to my own orgasm and once he pinched both nipples between his fingers and thumbs and shook my tits up and down very vigorously and feeling his hard cock really grinding against my leather clad backside, I was over the edge, the fireworks in my head were lit and my legs went weak as a powerful orgasm ripped through my entire body.

He allowed me a few seconds of ecstasy before ordering me to take off my top and bra and lie on the floor. My head was still spinning as he put lube on his cock and as I squeezed my breasts into a deep valley for him, he began to hump my tits, I think harder than he has ever done before. He didn’t last long. He called me a few rude names  – I always enjoy being called a ‘busty slut’ and the like – and then he managed to point his cock slightly upwards and began spurting all over my mouth and my chin.

I felt so good lying there, my tits a little sore and swollen from his rough handling, my nipples as stiff as pegs, his sperm dribbling down over my lips, allowing me to lick up a good amount while the rest tricked down my chin and dripped onto my neck and chest.

I can’t wait for ‘sweater day’ and nor can he!