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Fiona opened her eyes and drank in her surroundings.

Hot sunlight radiated through the windows of Cuppa Joe’s, where it mingled with the noisy effusion of the espresso machines, and gave the café a confined, sultry feel. There was a defined bustle of other patrons, and the air seemed crowded with conversation. She and Mark were fortunate to even find a table today. As the chattering continued, Fiona raised the cup before her and took a sip of her steaming soya mocha, enjoying the slight burning sting on her tongue.

Mark looked across the table at her and grinned. He began to speak, and as Fiona heard his words, she could feel her stomach drop like a stone.

“Do you remember when I told you that your nipples have over eight hundred nerve endings in them?” Mark asked.

“Nooo … not here!” She weakly protested.

“Well, if you don’t want me to keep going, you just have to tell me to stop.”

Fiona parted her lips, but words would not form. She remained quiet. An invisible bubble of calm seemed to grow around their table, as though they were now secluded from the commotion of the café. With her silent acquiescence, Mark continued.

“Okay. As I was saying, there are over eight hundred nerve endings in each of your nipples. They’re one of the most erogenous parts of the female body. The sensation from the nipples travels to the same part of the brain as sensations from between your legs. And of course, your breasts are particularly sensitive, aren’t they?”

Fiona stared into the churning darkness of her coffee cup. Since her teenage years, her large bosom had unfortunately been her defining feature, drawing eyes and judgements. They were only more obvious and prominent because of her waspish waist. She was so often the object of unwanted attention, she felt conspicuous and abashed even seemingly unnoticed in this busy café. Men staring at her chest was just something she had to live with on a daily, even hourly basis.

However, her breasts were also her downfall. Mark was intimately familiar with her one major weakness. She would melt into a puddle of desire when Mark expertly caressed them. She could even fade out of consciousness and into a kind of joyful daze when he did so. He could toy with her patiently for hours, drawing out brain breaking orgasms just by toying with her nipples alone. She would just die of lust, and do anything he desired in return.

And when Mark had patiently explained to her that all those tiny nerve endings were really in charge of her, it made such perfect made sense. He had proved time and time again, just how much power they wielded over her. And in moments like this, he could play with her without even a single physical touch. She blushed at hot memories as she listened to his warm, soothing voice, knowing with dread she was about to happen.

“I just want you to relax for a moment now, and find how easily it is to feel extremely aware of your own body. Don’t think about all those sensitive nerve endings for a moment. Just breathe in, fill your lungs with air. Just breathe steadily, and as you do, feel the muscles in your body relax, almost as though you can’t help it.”

Fiona couldn’t help it. Mark had done this to her so many times before, she just couldn’t stop her body automatically calming as soon as he suggested it, his voice an injection of tranquilliser under her skin. Fixed on her coffee, she felt her eyes beginning to swim. Milk and water and coffee swirling, mingling, drifting, merging.

“Every breath you take draws more relaxation into your body now. Feel yourself becoming so limp, so loose. And every time you breath out, feel yourself becoming more aware of your body. And as you do, you can’t stop yourself becoming more and more aware of your sensitive breasts and how they feel. Concentrate on how you feel.”

Fiona felt it. Each time Mark did this, the pleasure seemed to creep into her body a little easier. A soft whimper slipped under her breath. With an abashed shudder, she felt her nipples already straining against the fabric of her pullover. She fervently hoped it wasn’t too obvious to anyone who might glance her way, and was glad her eyes weren’t open so she couldn’t find out. There was nothing to do but allow Mark’s words to continue to drift into her ears.

“Deep breaths in and feel that relaxation. Deep breaths out and think of your breasts. Think of your sensitive nipples now. Breath in and feel yourself going down and down. When you are ready, when you feel so relaxed you can’t do anything else, you can let your eyes close, as though they were working all on their own. You don’t have to worry about them. You don’t have to worry about the world around you. You can simply keep concentrating on your breathing, and that wonderful feeling of sensitivity in your breasts.”

Fiona’s eyes sealed themselves shut even before he had finished. Her chin fell ever so slightly. Mark was right again. Despite the limpness that was brewing in her body, forcing her arms to feel loose and noodly, she could still feel the thumping of her heart. The skin of her chest seemed to swell, her nipples grow tighter still. Was she panting? She could feel herself panting.

“Concentrating on your breathing still, feeling that wonderful sensitivity in your breasts. Notice how they feel with each deep breath in, and as you breath out, let yourself feel more of that blissful pleasure. Every deep breath in, lovely limp relaxation. Every breath out, that feeling of pressure and arousal filling you up. Your mind is drifting and the world is fading and all you can think about is that wonderful feeling.”

“You can try to stop that pleasure from concentrating itself on the very tips of your nipples. But you know all those eight hundred nerve endings I told you about just won’t let you hold that urge at bay. There are just too many of them. Too many to do anything but let them do all your thinking for you.”

Mark was right. He was always right. It just felt too good now. She wanted to squirm and rock in her chair, to try to relieve some of that torrid pressure, but her body was adamant. She was too relaxed, too stilled in trance now, to do anything but let her breasts control her.

“You can feel that pleasure, that pressure, concentrating with every breath you take. But they feel like magnets, drawing all that pleasure to them, concentrating it all in focus. When you feel that you just can’t take any more pressure, you will realise what you have to do. You have to release some of that pressure. Your breasts are too constricted.”

“Imagine how much better you will feel when you remove your sweater. When you pull it off and relieve some of that terrible pressure on your poor sensitive nipples and all those teased, fraught little nerve endings, it will feel so wonderful. You just have to free yourself from that awful, tight, binding garment. You know you will feel so, so much better when you do.”

Fiona couldn’t. She just couldn’t. Not here, not in this busy place, surrounded by so many people. But Mark was correct. The pressure was awful. She must do something. For long minutes they both sat in silence, Fiona’s eyes screwed tightly shut now, as she fought against her arousal, trapped between her desires and her diminishing sense of propriety. With a tremendous effort, she eventually lifted her arms, and pulled off her top. Holding it in her lap, she sat now in only her bra, trembling, her whole chest and face blushing with embarrassment.

“That feels so much better, doesn’t it? Now you can let yourself really feel all that pleasure in your chest. You’re in such a lovely, deep, relaxed place, that you can allow what’s left of your mind to drain down into your chest. You have nothing else to think about. You can let all your thoughts flow down along with your inhibitions. All those thoughts and worries and you don’t have to think at all about where you are. The world is floating away as you let that pleasure build up in your sensitive little nipples.”

If I pretend I have no control over them, Fiona struggled to say to herself, then it’s okay. If I have no control over my nipples what happens next will be okay. Her heart pounded even faster. She already knew what Mark was about to tell her next.

“Now I want you to think about that special nerve that runs straight from your nipples to your clitoris. Can you feel it?” Mark asked.

“Uh-huh … uh-huh …” Fiona murmured, her words dripping senselessly. She could picture it behind her eyes, that magical thread that spread between her most sensitive parts. She could feel a hum of electricity pulse down her belly to below her navel.

“Can you remember how you feel when you touch your nipples? Can you feel how that pleasure flows straight down to your clitoris?” Mark asked again, insistently, and received a nod in reply.

“Remember how you feel when you touch your nipples. Remember your fingers and the circling and the teasing. And let those thoughts fill your mind.”

Fiona no longer cared where she was. The noise of the traffic outside, the people she once remembered sitting at tables all around her, the chatter of their conversations, had faded into a swirling brown fog. All she could think of was her nipples, and what they were forcing her to do. Her hands rose up to her chest. But she didn’t immediately pinch or pull. She knew the wonderful, feather-like way that Mark always touched her. She wanted to feel that delicate touch now. With her forefingers she drew large circles around her areolae.

“That’s good. Just swirl your fingers around your nipples. Tiny little spirals that make you feel so good and let your mind go deeper and deeper. That’s right. Focus now on the pleasure. Go slowly. Savour that sensation. Feel those waves of pleasure flow from the tips of your fingers, through your breasts, all the way down into your clitoris.”

She was entirely inside herself now. The world no longer existed, only his voice and the hot pleasure she was feeling through her whole body. It felt as though there was electricity sparking from her fingers to her nipples. Waves of joy were building up steadily, inexorably. She was almost boiling with need.

“But this pleasure just isn’t enough, is it? You feel so good, but you can feel in your mind just how much pleasurable it would be if only there wasn’t any tight, rough fabric between your nipples and your fingers. You know you will feel so, so much better when you take off your bra. You know just how much closer you will be to orgasm when you do. That urge is just too strong now. You’re going to burst unless you do something soon.”

Fiona didn’t need any more of a push. Her fingers unsnapped the front clasp of her bra and it burst open. Immediately her fingers returned to her nipples, but now she pulled upon them desperately, knowing her orgasm was only moments away. She gripped them between thumb and forefinger and pulled them as hard as she knew she needed. She shuddered and shook, biting her lip, one tiny part of her mind – a part he had left for her? - still aware of she was, knowing just how hotly humiliated she felt to be pleasuring herself like this, sitting in public, surrounded by strangers.

Now, as if he was now leaning over her, his mouth right by her ear, Fiona could hear Mark’s voice penetrate deep into her mind, ripping her open, forcing her to confront that awful reality.

“Doesn’t it feel so good to be topless and vulnerable like this? Don’t you love the knowledge that if you open your eyes you’ll see all these people staring at you, staring at you pulling on your nipples? Listening to you moaning out loud like a desperate slut? See you coming just from tugging on your big juicy titties?”

His words tipped her over the precipice. The pleasure, fear, the shame, the embarrassment, it was all too much for her. She felt hot and horny and such a slut and she was coming right now and she couldn’t stop it even if she wanted to. She let go entirely, her body convulsing, her hips bucking, as she could feel it, deep between her legs, her clitoris bursting with thrilling joy, her panties soaking with her arousal, and she no longer cared, she wanted everyone to see, she wanted everyone to know what a horny little slut she really was. A loud wail of gratification escaped her lips.

The waves of pleasure lasted for minutes before she stopped shivering, yet her hands refused to leave her breasts. At last her breathing slowed. Her faculties returning, Fiona immediately burned with shame and horror. In a moment she would have to lift her eyelids and confront the shocked stares of the strangers who had just watched her debase herself.

Fiona opened her eyes and drank in her surroundings.

She was sitting at her dining table, her top between her legs and her bra hanging open. Mark sat across from her, his smiling face illuminated by the hot summer sun.

The world of the café, all those people. He had placed it all in her mind. A trance within a trance. Joyful relief flushed through her body as she leapt up and embraced her lover. She fell gratefully into his arms, kissing him, tasting coffee on his tongue.

 

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My True Story Part 3 Happy Endings

In my last chapter I explained how my wife had ceased all sexual activity with me, and has given her body to Scott, her former house sharer who I had encouraged her to show her naked body to. As you may recall she ended up having to be completely naked every second that she was in the house they shared, and how this even continued after we were married on the occasions that she visited him, even when I visited with her she would still spend every second naked when she was in the house. He would...

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A Monday massage with 2 happy endings

Story Hi, I’m sammi. I’m Mistress Gina’s submissive husband and this will be a little story about what happened yesterday. My wife made a new friend a couple months ago, and they have been chatting on and off since. Mrs Petra is dominatrix living in Europe and they get along so well she’s letting her play with me online, I’ve been directed to obey her requests as if they came from my Mistress, and she has set up a gallery to put any pictures taken of our play. “Get you’re ass in here...

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Dont You Just Love Happy Endings

Having a full-time job along with being a wife and a mother can be a bit stressful at times - so I now make time to take care of myself and get regular massages. I've been doing this for over a year now - always at a respectable establishment, always handled in a completely professional manner. I've had masseuses and masseurs - I'm not terribly picky. I swim a lot and sometimes can really use a deep tissue massage to get all the knots out. I've been asking specifically for male massage...

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Usha Aunty Beginning Of Happy Endings

Every morning as I entered my gate after coming back from my morning swim, she would be there, sweeping the parking area. It was hard to take my eyes off her huge ass bent over. I can feel her big boobs jiggling inside her nighty with the moment of her hand. On some lucky days, she would be wearing a saree which easily exposed her mouth watering cleavage. The view of her cleavage shining against the morning sun is a treat to watch. Within those few seconds I had, to walk past her, I scan her...

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And One Hundred

‘…and one hundred.’ Her eyes blinked open. She was sitting on a wooden chair in a non-descript room. She didn’t know where she was but faced a closed door. She was virtually naked. Against her white skin she wore a pair of black hold up stockings, black stilettos and black lace gloves that ended high up her arms. The dark nipples on the medium sized breasts also stood out against the paleness of the surrounding flesh as did the pubic hair at the base of her belly. She sat patiently. She didn’t...

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Patron Saint of a Hundred Hangovers

Patron Saint of a hundred hangovers knows the score of the Game. He doesn’t bother with trifles like friends & family, jobs & jabber, he has all the answers in one cupped hand. Sitting atop a glass mountain with a nose of broken blood vessels, he laughs at all the little people below, scurrying everywhere with so little to show for it. When their disillusioned young approach for tutelage he simply slurs. ‘Comeback to me when you can claim Jack Daniels as Kin, grasshoppers. The road to...

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Four Hundred

The golden sun slowly rose above the horizon. Just as slowly, the air meandered across the plain, and the crystalline water trickled along the nearby streak. With equal languidness, the many multicolored flowers slowly opened their petals to the cool air of the dawn. Slowly, the sacrificial ceremony was unfolding. She stood, tall and proud, as erect as the ancient tree before which she stood. Her arms held out toward the eastern and western horizons, she faced the rising sun, its initial...

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The Second Hundred YearsSequel Ch 01

copyright April/2010 I hadn’t really thought or planned to continue this story. I felt that the first one was complete and finished at a good place. You can blame or thank, which ever, Denham Forrest AKA The Wanderer for this continuation. At the end of his stories he always writes ‘Life goes On’ and when asked explained, to me and others, that the lives of his characters continue on after we finish reading their story. Reading a recent posting of his, I again saw his statement ‘Life goes On’...

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XXXecils Three Hundred MillionChapter 6

I would learn, study all I could of the Coit'ii, their methods and history until I might discover some weakness. Luckily, the white and cyan-floored room — my pen had voice-activated information screens that could and would reveal an incredible variety of information, things that most governments would keep clandestine. They didn't seem to much care about internal security for their empire — rival species that should have been their competitors became grateful stud-slaves. A revolution...

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The Hundred Year PlanChapter 15

Al awoke slowly without opening his eyes. He stretched, luxuriating in the warm sunlight that was bathing his body. As he slowly opened his eyes, he could see Bonnie, leaning on one elbow. She had evidently been watching him sleep. "It's about time you woke up, sleepy head," she smiled. "What time is it," he asked sleepily. "It's almost 5:30," she informed him. "Remember, everyone is going to come over at 8:00 PM." Now Al was smiling. "Gee, that gives us a good two and half...

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The Hundred Year PlanChapter 16

During Bonnie's conversation with Hak, Al had been doing a lot of thinking. He was toying with the virus program Hak had deciphered, and was thinking all of the ramifications of what the program could do if it were executed. In the mid 21st century, almost everything was run or controlled by computers. Every personal-computer he knew of used dihedrons for permanent or semi permanent data storage. Even the large mainframes tended to use dihedrons, due to their small size and large storage...

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ExYZ No Happy Endings

“What the hell are you doing at my house?” Damon says, opening the door. His voice has just the slightest hint of annoyance in it. He stands before me, half naked, wearing just basketball shorts. “I came to return your stupid football,” I say, pissed at his reaction. I shove the heap of leather and air into his hands and then turn on my heel. “Wait,” Damon says. I turn around, my long wavy hair dramatically whipping around in the slight California breeze. “Sorry,” Damon says, running a...

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Hollywood Happy Endings

David Trapper turned his car off with a resigned sigh. He wished that he had called in sick today, just to get one day free from the disgusting monotony, but he needed the money badly. Rent was due in two weeks and he needed every dollar, so he sucked it up and made his way to work. So here he was, sitting in the parking lot of ’Hands for Stars’, wishing he was home in bed. What had once been a sweet idea for a job had quickly turned into a torturous experience day in and out. Family and...

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ExYZ No Happy Endings

“What the hell are you doing at my house?” Damon says, opening the door. His voice has just the slightest hint of annoyance in it. He stands before me, half naked, wearing just basketball shorts. “I came to return your stupid football,” I say, pissed at his reaction. I shove the heap of leather and air into his hands and then turn on my heel. “Wait,” Damon says. I turn around, my long wavy hair dramatically whipping around in the slight California breeze. “Sorry,” Damon says, running a hand...

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Earths CoreChapter 12 Alternative Endings

‘Wraith? Gods?’ Zax struggled to wrap his head around the two terms. ‘Wraith like a ghost ... like in a horror movie?’ The manner in which Xinia recited how God Demirva used remnants of the souls and dark attribute to create such creature was inventive. Seems to be impossible to the current Zax, but still a mind opener to the, maybe, reachable heights a proficient soul cultivator can attain. ‘But what sort of existence do they talk about in Ercas Mir when they mention Gods?!’ His only hope...

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Commanding PresenceChapter 16 Happy Endings

For the next few days Evan and Cheri had to walk on eggshells around Pam. She was alternately euphoric, depressed, defiant and then extremely passive, sometimes all in the span of a few minutes. "I won't sell!" she screamed. "It's mine and I won't give it up!" "You don't have to," Evan would say, trying to soothe her. "But what if they want to give us a lot of money?" she whined. "Money's no problem," Cheri would add. "You do what you want. We're here for you either way....

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Eight Part 4

In this part we meet 1 more of the characters in eight – George - and we find some very interesting things about both Jane and George. Please feel very free to write comments about this story – both good and bad because that way I can try to please you. Hope you are enjoying it so far And so to the present. Forty odd years down the track. George was sitting next...

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Eight

This book is a work of complete fiction – or is it? You may draw your own conclusions. In the disclaimer at the front of the work it states very clearly that any resemblance to any person living or dead is purely accidental and coincidental. That is true and is there for the benefit of those happy souls among us who believe that litigation is a fun pastime. (It could also, perhaps, be there to protect some very good friends who have shared with me their most intimate thoughts.) May all...

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Eight Vials and a Syringe

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[ Dedicated to no one in particular. Just to other fellow BBC porn addicts and wankers who 'know their place' in the sexual hierarchy! ]I decided to stay up late and do some masturbation while indulging in some on-line porn (of the 'interracial' variety, which is my all-time favorite sort), and so I got comfortable and sat back and started lightly stroking my cock in a deliberately slow, teasing, unhurried rhythm, and though I don't have a giant cock, it was soon about as hard and erect as I...

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164 Waiting nerves Pt A

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paperweight

it was true. She had an okay face, big brown eyes with too much mascara. light brown skin, long mexican hair with those ugly fake streaks in them, pear shaped body with a little acne.. she was attractive enough to fuck, and ugly enough to not feel guilty when i finished her off. "Did you ever think about getting braces to fix that shit?" she didnt answer. i looked down at her, you could tell she was becoming aware how bad tonight would turn out. I looked around for something blunt...

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Sleight of Hand

Jenna arrived to the studio about five minutes early, or as she liked to put it, on time. The door slammed behind her from the wind and silenced the cacophony of the street outside leaving nothing in the quiet but the click of her heels. At the end of the first floor hallway were a set of narrow steps. She climbed them to the third floor and entered the first door on the left, a red one labeled ‘Tabault Photography’ in gold letters. “Hi Brandon,” she said as soon as she saw him. “Oh hey...

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