We were sitting contentedly in front of the fire at the local pub downing beers and swapping raunchy stories, when his jaw dropped open in undisguised amazement at my last observation.
"What, me?".
I nodded.
"You're saying that I'M not a tit man?!" he asked, looking incredulous and not a little hurt.
"Uhh...yeah", I said, less confidently, "I mean no! I...I really don't remember much happening in that particular area the other week...not that I remember much anyway...".
He shook his head, appearing both irritated and bemused, and corrected me. "That's the second worst thing you could say to me", he exclaimed. "The worst would be, 'So, you like the boys do you?'!".
I laughed, and thought it best to quickly change the subject.
We soon downed our last drink and I accepted an offer for a lift home. As we pulled in to the drive, I suggested that he come upstairs for a quick nightcap. As I stood at the sink pouring two glasses of red wine, I glanced down at my purple top (which he tells me means I'm sexually frustrated) and sighed. How was I going to control myself this evening? We were both in relationships, and we worked together. However ever since that one foolish, drunken (yet interesting and fun) evening of snogging a few weeks earlier, I had been struggling to stifle my desire for a reprise – and more.
I suddenly felt warm breath against my ear, and immediately went weak at the knees.
"Pinky swear?" I enquired uncertainly of my own reflection in the kitchen window, referring to our recent promises to 'be good'.
"Fuck that!" he responded, nuzzling my ear and sending shivers to my extremities.
He slipped one cool hand into my top and slid it into my bra, his chilly fingers sending the nipple straight to attention.
"Not a tit man, aye?" he whispered huskily into my ear. "I'll show you!".
His other hand joined the first on my other breast and began to circle my nipples, tweaking and squeezing at them with growing energy while nibbling on my neck. “Mmmm”, I moaned lustily, and slipped my hand behind my back to grab a handful of crotch.
"Uh uh", he cautioned, quickly slapping my hand away, "none of that for you. You insulted me with that comment and now you will be punished!".
I groaned in frustration and anticipation as I pressed my ass back against his groin and tried again with my hand.
"Noo...", he said, "we'll have to put a stop to that".
In one swift move, he slipped my top and bra down my shoulders so that my arms were pinned to my sides and my breasts jutted out above the bunched up bra below.
"Holy shit, what about the neighbours!?" I managed.
He grabbed my arm and pushed me toward the bedroom, shoving me backwards so I fell down onto the unmade bed. Adding insult to injury, he grabbed my legs and pulled me down the bed a foot or two so my short black skirt rode up, barely concealing my lacy g-string. Fully clothed, he climbed on the bed and straddled my torso.
He grasped hold of my breasts and fondled them as I struggled – unsuccessfully - beneath him to free my pinned arms. Holding my gaze, he stuck his index finger in his mouth and sucked on it, drawing it out to anoint with a caressing finger first my right nipple, then the left, with saliva. I shivered as the cool air whipped them into ever stiffer peaks.
His finger went into his mouth again, and we both moaned this time as he reached behind him, slipped the flimsy fabric of my underwear aside, and ran his wet finger from slit to clit. Finally, the sound of a zip, and his cock sprang free from its uncomfortable confines. He sat forward a little and rubbed the head of his penis against my stiff nipples, backwards and forwards, around and around. I squirmed with ill-disguised frustration, which the sensation of cooling saliva on my clit was doing nothing to assist.
"I'm going to fuck your tits now", he advised matter of factly, with a smirk on his lips. "Do you have any lube to help things along?".
I opened my mouth and stuck out my wet tongue, looking up at him hopefully. For a moment I thought he might give in, but he was too into this game.
"Tut tut", he said, "you'll just have to wait until I've seen to these", and he tweaked a nipple hard, eliciting from me a pained squeak. Grabbing some handily located whipped cream off the bedside table, he looked to be about to squirt it on me when he paused to free my hands.
He pulled off my top, leaving me in some state of disarray with my bra round my waist and skirt around my ass and g-string not particularly where it should be. I grabbed hold of my swollen pair as he squeezed the cream in between, closely followed by his divine cock. I delighted in the feel of his hands working my nipples and his balls rubbing against my ribcage, as his cock slipped in and out between my breasts.
I tried unsuccessfully to nip the tip as it approached my mouth, again and again and again. Soon enough, he was quite worked up and sat back lightly against my stomach, holding onto his cream-smeared dick so hard it looked like he might just squeeze it right off.
"Mmmmm, you've got great tits", he said.
"Why don't you cum on them, then?", I asked, adding saucily, "I'll help if you like".
Without waiting for permission, I wrapped my hands around the base of his cock and his balls, and this time there were no objections, only a low animal groan. Almost instantly he began jacking off with one hand while grabbing and squeezing my tits with the other, while I squeezed his balls and ran my fingernails around his asshole and butt cheeks.
"Hoooly jeeesus!", he yelled, and began shooting all over my tits. I grabbed hold of my aching pussy and squealed with delight as he rubbed the flat of his hands across my nipples, using the cum to stimulate me even more.
"OK, OK, you're a tit man!" I gasped. As his orgasm subsided, he began to slump forward so I took the opportunity to push him sideways onto the bed, and quickly jumped astride. Now it was my turn.