I still saw Kelly, albeit infrequently, but thought it best to keep my distance after I had cum in her bra cup.
She'd told me she'd filmed me for a while, I hoped she hadn't, but had no way of knowing.
I was washing my car when she drove past, dropped her window and called me over. Feeling nervous, I approached her car window. She wasn't smiling. I looked at her, and a hint of cleavage greeted me. I'd seen much more of those huge breasts, but even so, it was a welcome sight.
Kelly didn't say anything, she just showed me her phone. Sure enough, she'd filmed me; my balls in her bra cup, panties on my face, wanking. I felt my heart sink; it was undoubtedly me, no disputing that. Kelly smiled at me wickedly.
*£50 buys my silence."
I thought for a moment. She had me trapped and was blackmailing me. I replied that if she wanted to make £100 she could let me do it again, all of it. After all, we both orgasmed, so it couldn’t have been that bad.
She paused; my offer would turn her into a sort of sex worker, after all. I waited for her reply, knowing she could have got angry with me for suggesting such a thing. Eventually, Kelly replied by pulling at her neckline, exposing more of her ample breasts to me.
"I think these are worth £150, don't you?"
It was my turn to hesitate. She knew I wanted more of her tits, but £150 more? It was a lot of money just to cum in a bra, but she had me in a corner, and she was going to exploit my situation.
"Cash, of course," Kelly added, still smiling.
In my desperation, I agreed. We exchanged numbers and she drove away, no doubt pleased with herself. Getting paid £150 to cum wasn't a bad deal for her, but paying that much was not so good for me.
Soon enough, the texts started arriving; she was enjoying my situation and wanted to make me squirm.
"Looking forward to cumming for me?" read the first.
"I want to see your load in my bra cup,” read the second. She knew this kind of talk turned me on.
We arranged that she should come to my house after 5 pm, when I would be alone for a few hours. She'd have to park in another street so her parents wouldn't see her car, but that wasn't an issue. I'd got the cash ready, it was just a matter of time. It was a lot of money. Kelly was right though; those tits of hers were worth it.
Soon enough, the day arrived, I couldn't deny I was nervous, but excited too. Kelly arrived, ten past the hour. She’d come straight from work, still in her very unflattering uniform. I hoped that meant she'd been in her panties all day too; I knew what I was expected to do with them and was looking forward to it, a lot.
I'd showered, made sure I was spotless in all the right places and freshly shaved. Kelly hadn't, but I didn't care.
"Let's get the business end done first."
Her outstretched hand soon had an envelope in it. She checked there was cash in it, before putting the money in her bag, but didn't count it. She knew I was in no position to try anything stupid.
She removed her work top, her G cup breasts straining her t-shirt, her tight leggings bulging with her ample curves as I watched her fat ass cheeks wobble as we made our way upstairs, her bag in her hand. Kelly went into the bathroom.
"I'm going to change my underwear, I've been in them all day." My cock twitched at her words.
She entered the bedroom in her fresh underwear. A matching set of pink, a deep plunge displaying her 36G tits perfectly, her panties laced and much smaller than the black ones she handed me. I looked at the bra she handed me. It was the black one I'd cum in before.
"Yes, it's your cum bra!" Kelly grinned.
I undressed, and my semi-hard cock sprung out as Kelly sat watching me, her hand stroking her nipple as she saw me. I held the black panties to my face, inhaling her scent. I started to taste them, her sweat and pussy flavours filling my mouth. A hint of pee, I thought, but that may have been my imagination. I heard the buzz of a vibrator. She was sitting with the toy down her panties, looking at my now, fully hard cock.