Titty-fuck Stories

There was wetness from my orgasm everywhere: on his chin, his neck, and his cheeks. He had been on my pussy for nearly a half hour and showed no signs of being sated. Nor did I. My nineteen-year-old son, Nathan Waller was a really good lover. Let me rephrase that – he was the best lover I ever had. It was a cold early January Wednesday, and he was home for another ten days before his spring semester began. It was the firs...

Red locks danced provocatively atop the swell of her breasts as she crawled to him to deliver the titty-fuck she owed him. She looked delectably feral. He sat waiting as she kneeled before him, teasing his cock to life with her talented tongue. Drizzling copious amounts of lube between her luscious girls, she leaned in to capture him. Soft skin and massive breasts made for a wicked combination, and soon he needed release....

After a salacious discussion about the fine art of titty-fucking, I decided it had been far too long since I’d offered that delightful menu option to my husband. However, once the foreplay started, my ability to form coherent words flew out the window as my body trembled in the wake of countless orgasms. All the shaving, spanking, licking, sucking, fingering, and fucking had left me lying there in utter, sated bliss, enjo...

Right away, I cared what I looked like – whether I was at least presentable. The sunny morning started off cool but the temperature climbed rapidly so I grabbed the most convenient tank top from my dresser drawer. I hadn’t lost any winter weight, not that I really ever do, and it was tight. I wasn’t wearing any makeup and I was sweating a little. He stood straight and very tall on the other side of the door. “Ms. Howe? I’...

It was a warm Friday morning. Maxine got out of her car and approached the building. Earlier in the week, she had booked another appointment with Dr Peters, rather than going back to see her female doctor. Maxine had thought about how Dr Peter's methods, whilst unorthodox, were effective in maintaining her health, especially in regard to her large breasts. She was wearing a relatively short, tight blue dress that showed a...

Mike was up early, his wife snoring and sleeping soundly in their bed as he left to make his way to the kitchen for some much-needed coffee and some morning breakfast. He could hear the communal shower spurt into life as he walked past and while he was tempted to open the door he didn’t. In his semi-awake state, he made a minor error on the stairs and slipped. It was a brief moment that told him to wake-the-fuck-up, which...