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Tuesday morning, seven a.m. and the alarm shattered the silence of the suburban bedroom in which Melanie and Dick had been blissfully sleeping. On Tuesday it was only for Dick as it was Melanie’s weekday off. He silenced the alarm and went to the bathroom. Melanie cupped both of her breasts and squeezed her nipples hard, keeping the pressure on until a thrill shot through her body, then slipped out of bed, drew back the curtains, letting the summer sun flood in and headed to the kitchen.
She loved to tease and tempt Dick on Tuesdays, always making him late for work. By the time Dick came into the kitchen, dressed in suit and tie, Melanie had his coffee and toast ready. She sat on one of the barstools, backward, so her arms rested on the low backrest, and her legs spread open around the width of the backrest. And she was, as always on Tuesday mornings, naked.
“I can’t be late again!”
His toast was on the breakfast bar to Melanie’s left, his coffee to her right. To be able to reach both he had to stand in front of her and she unzipped him. He never wore underwear so she soon had his cock pulled through the open zipper. He bit into the toast and took a big gulp of coffee.
“Melons, I can’t!”
It was a nickname at odds with her small, firm breasts that sported large round nipples that just demanded to be sucked. She reached across and dipped her finger into the marmalade then spread it on each nipple. Dick bent his head and sucked on her right nipple, tasting the tangy preserve, then swirling his tongue around the growing teat. How she loved that feeling of her nipples being sucked, licked, and squeezed.
She had chosen the barstools as they were adjustable for height and, after a little trial and error, managed to set the height so her tits were just a bent neck for Dick and Dick’s dick could slide through the gap in the backrest and into her pussy.
“And the other one!” she commanded. Dick obliged as he felt the end of his now rock hard cock start to slip between her hot and very wet lips. He took more toast and coffee, then connected with Melanie’s nipples again. Her hand went down to her clit and started a vigorous side to side rub. Using her free hand, she pushed Dick’s head to her other nipple, holding it there once he had sucked it deeply between his lips.
She felt him start to push into her as far as he could while standing the other side of the backrest. It couldn’t go right in but it didn’t matter to her. She would orgasm because her nipples were about burst with pleasure. She jerked and then a shudder flowed up her body, her head went back and she rammed her breast into Dick’s face. Before she released him, she felt his hot cum pump into her.
“You’d better run,” she said, wiping his lips with a kitchen towel. Dick grabbed his jacket, rushed out of the kitchen, stopping briefly in the downstairs loo to wash and zip up. She heard the front door close.
Now she could prepare for her Tuesday in her own way and at her own pace. Her titty Tuesday.
Tuesday was her pleasure day, a secret from Dick. She was completely given over to pleasure delivered to her breasts and nipples. Without that feeling, she could never orgasm. And over the last two years, she had arranged a titty fest on Tuesdays.
The men had been hard to find. She didn’t want to fuck them, just have them pleasure her breasts, and in return, she would give them an oily handjob. She had had quite a few false starts with men saying they were happy with what she offered only to then start to ask for, or in some cases, try to take, more. But for the last three months, she had at least three visitors each Tuesday. The first today would be Peregrine.
Peregrine was well off, chairman of the board, and twice a month spent Monday night in London after a board meeting, returning to his country estate on Tuesday. He always fitted in a visit to Melanie on the way. She had bathed, put on a lacy thong, a sheer black jacket that had no way of fastening at the front and had just started a coffee when his ‘just leaving the station’ text arrived.
Fifteen minutes later he was naked, on all fours, above a prone Melanie. She thrilled as he kissed one nipple then the other. The kiss was followed by a swirling lick that made her nipples so hard they hurt. And then, as he sucked on her nipple, she felt the tickle of his short-clipped moustache. She so loved that tickle.
“Did you have a successful evening?” she asked as her nipple was squeezed between his lips.
“Oh yes,” he said, replacing his lips with a finger and thumb.
“Good,” she said softly and ruffled his greying hair.
“Very good for bonuses!” he said and sucked on the nipple not in his hand.
“Your new car is in the bag!” he said in a short break from pleasuring her nipples. They had concocted a story that Melanie would win a car in a competition to cover up any connection with Peregrine. Both her hands ran down between them, one into her thong and the other onto Peregrine’s already stiff cock.
With her hand working her clit, Peregrine sucking and squeezing one nipple then the other, and already hot from her husband, Melanie gave into a deep orgasm, writhing on the bed and squeezing her hand onto Peregrine’s cock. When she recovered he was looking down at her.
“They are perfectly formed,” he reflected, staring at her tits.
“Your turn now,” she said and he settled on her, sitting almost upright across her waist. She reached out for the bottle of oil, poured some onto her palm and then spread it from the end to the hilt of his cock. She ran one hand after the other along his shaft, starting at the top and squeezing down to the hilt. Ten times she repeated it, then reversed to start at the hilt. He grew noticeably and went harder. He had a good cock and she had wondered, from time to time, what it would feel like in her pussy but had just refrained. ‘Maybe after the car,' she thought, appreciating the girth of his shaft in her hand.
Peregrine was smiling as she began a fast and firm rub up and down his shaft. His smile turned to a concerned expression and then he started to suck in air. Her other hand wrapped around his balls and pulled downwards with just the right pressure. It had taken her many months to perfect this little tease that Peregrine loved so much. He groaned, his legs twitched and she felt the pump run up his cock. His spunk arced up and splashed down on her right breast. She pumped him again and a second spurt followed the first. She pumped him again and was rewarded with a final spurt on her stomach and the other breast. She loved the feeling of hot spunk splashing onto her breasts.
Peregrine lay next to her, just to catch his breath.
"When's your next?" he asked.
“Two, the bank manager.” She had never made a secret to any of her visitors that asked that she entertained a number of men on her Tuesday.
"Then a tricky four p.m! Hope Dick doesn’t finish early!” she added with a giggle, knowing he would have got in late, so would certainly not be leaving early.
Peregrine went to the bathroom and showered, returning to the bedroom to dress. Melanie sat up on the bed as he came in and he watched as his cum trickled down her body, one large splash running around her stiff nipple and dripping off the end.
Peregrine kissed her goodbye and set off back to the station. He had a spring in his step, a smile on his face and the warm summer’s day completed his feeling of wellbeing. He twiddled the end of his moustache as he walked along.
He was so glad he had found Melanie. He had always been a tit man. But not all tits, for him they had to be either big or small. Those in between just didn’t excite him. For the small ones, like Melanie’s, he would say ‘More than a mouthful is wasted.’ For big breasts, it was a ‘Feast fit for a king’. When he was younger, playing with tits had been a prelude to a good pussy rut, but now he preferred a handjob to the finish, the cumming was deeper and more satisfying.
The train journey went smoothly and he drove home from the station.
'Oh good,’ he thought to himself as he checked his watch. Two p.m. would mean Daisy would still be there, finishing off the cleaning. He went in through the kitchen door and was greeted by the splendid sight of Daisy, down on hands and knees, arse towards him, scrubbing the floor. She had on a short denim skirt that she always wore when cleaning for Peregrine and a thong that cut between her pussy lips, all framed by her full buttocks.
"Hello, Mr. Smythe,” she said on hearing him come in. She just turned her head to look at him, smiled and carried on scrubbing, her arse wiggling in reaction to the side to side scrubs.
"Hello, Daisy. Are you well?"
"Never better, Mr. Smythe. Soon be finished in here, then just your study to dust.”
Daisy was a local girl, born and bred in the village, and had several cleaning jobs. As Peregrine knew she would never admit to being plump, preferring the word ‘ample’ to describe her figure. And Peregrine knew full well how ample she was, but being reminded by the sight of her rounded arse was still a delight. He left her to her chores and went into his study. And waited.
He didn’t have to wait long for Daisy to come in. She did at least have a duster with her, which was unnecessary as they both knew no dust would be disturbed during this last part of her job.
“I see you are ready for me!” exclaimed Daisy. Peregrine sat, as always, on the brown leather lounge chair that had no arms. It was positioned by the open door to the garden. Except for his unbuttoned shirt and socks, he was naked. Daisy flicked the duster dangerously close to his balls, giving him a slight crack on the inner thigh.
“Naughty!” he said with a beaming smile as he continued to stroke his stiff cock.
“It’s the way you like me!”
Daisy hitched up her skirt, straddled his legs and sat on his thighs.
“Well, what are you waiting for, unwrap your presents,” she said with a giggle that made her ample breasts quiver. Peregrine undid the buttons on her blouse, carefully and slowly, starting with the top one and progressing down. As each button was undone more of her milky white, ample, and very rounded breasts came into view. Then her lacy black bra, in size forty double-D, appeared, the front fastening clasp straining to restrain her splendid orbs. Peregrine knew the size exactly as it was he who had bought the bra from a lingerie shop in Soho, together with the matching thong that was now visible right next to his rock-hard cock.
He stroked his hands down the slopes of her breasts, feeling how soft and smooth they were. And how wonderfully warm. His hands rounded over the bra and squeezed her breasts together. He glanced up to see her round-cheeked face beaming with an encouraging smile.
“You are such a naughty boy,” she purred.
Supporting one breast with his left hand, he undid the clasp with his right, holding the garment together until he had lowered the supporting hand. Only then did he let go. The bra flew apart, releasing Daisy’s wonderfully large and rounded breasts. They burst down and out, then swung back together with a bump that sent ripples across their wonderful softness, finally coming to rest with a broad cleavage.
He studied her large, dark pink areoles and her big, succulent nipples. While he had seen them many times before, their magnificence always enthralled him. A little trickle of saliva ran from the corner of his mouth. He stroked each breast, his hand starting one side of her nipple, sliding over the nipple, giving it a squeeze as he passed, then cupping each breast in his hand. He could feel their weight, it was always unbelievable.
He pushed them together until her cleavage was just a narrow line, then, gripping each nipple hard between his finger and thumb, pulled them as far apart as they’d go, until each nipple sprang from his grip. Again, he marvelled at the way they fell together and rebounded. Daisy gave a little ‘ohh’ sound and bounced on his legs.
Holding one breast with both hands, he pushed it up, making the nipple stand proud, then kissed and sucked it, deep into his mouth. Daisy stroked his hair as he repeated the action on her other breast. He could resist any longer and pushed his face between her breasts, using his hands to force them against his face, then shook his head from side making an engine sound as he did.
Daisy giggled loudly and her hand slipped into her thong and started a hard up and down rub, and, as Peregrine’s hands locked onto her nipples, she squirmed on his thighs, her head flipped back and she gave out a loud moan. Peregrine sat back with great satisfaction and watched her tremble with pleasure, especially enjoying the wobble of her magnificent titties.
“A veritable feast of titty!” he exclaimed, slowly releasing his grip.
“Now,” she said, “sit back and leave my tits alone.”
She knelt in front of the chair, sitting upright and retrieved a small bottle of baby oil from her skirt pocket. Peregrine watched as she dribbled it into her cleavage and over her tits. The pouring done, she spread it evenly over her orbs, squeezing them and pushing them as she did, until both glistened all over.
She eased her breasts onto him, engulfing his throbbing cock between them and started to rock back and forth so his shaft disappeared completely into her cleavage only for his swollen end to burst into view as she moved back. She started slowly and increased the speed and pressure. Peregrine was glad of the relief he had had with Melanie, for otherwise, he would have burst already. He relaxed, enjoying the feel of Daisy's silky breasts pressing against his shaft. He enjoyed it as she increased the speed, soon rocking the chair with her vigour, but then, quite suddenly, he was cumming. He blew his load while his cock was engulfed in her cleavage and cum splashed over both of her breasts and the final squirt went on to his stomach.
Daisy waited in the kitchen for Peregrine. He came in, dressed except for his tie.
“There you are Daisy, your cleaning money.”
She took the money without checking it. She knew it was one hundred pounds in ten-pound notes.
"Thank you, Mr. Smythe, I’ll see you next Tuesday,” she said with a smile, picked up her oversized handbag and left through the kitchen door.
Daisy walked back home, taking it slowly in the afternoon heat. She had not washed her breasts after her session with Peregrine, merely massaged the oil and spunk mix into them. Now back in her bra, there was something of a sticky sensation in her cleavage.
As she strolled in the hot sun, she thought back to when Mr. Smythe had arrived home. She had heard his car arrive in the driveway and quickly switched to the little tease she did every Tuesday when he returned from London. She had never actually scrubbed the kitchen floor but used it as an excuse to flash her arse and get Peregrine worked up. And it hadn’t failed since she started to work for Mr. Smythe.
When she arrived home, her husband, Mike, was already there. He worked in forestry, started early and was home before four on work days. He was sitting on the sofa in a tank top and shorts, surfing porn on the internet while stroking his cock.
Daisy bent down and pecked him on the cheek. As she did so, his hand slipped up between her legs.
“That’s a bit wet, does that old fart get you hot?” asked Mike.
"It's the weather and this thong."
“I told you that when you first got it. It'll have your cunt dripping like a tap. Didn't I say that?"
“You did,” said Daisy putting her handbag down.
“You ought to tickle that old bugger up a bit and get him to pay you for a shag.”
“How do you know I don’t?”
“You’re daft, but not daft enough to do four hours cleaning and a shag for fifty notes! I reckon a shag with you should be a hundred at least. Make a big difference to us, that sort of money.”
Daisy knew Mike had a fantasy about sharing her. Not cuckold style, he was too manly for that, but just watching. And maybe getting them to pay. He was always showing her sites on the internet about wife sharing, and most videos he downloaded were about that too. The idea did interest her but not with any of the men in the village, so she just pretended she wasn’t interested.
“Suppose I could,” said Daisy after a pause. Mike looked up from the tablet but still held his cock.
“I could start with giving him a wank. Get him to cum all over these beauties.” She had undone her blouse by now. Mike put the tablet down. Daisy sat next to him on the sofa.
“Yeah, I could take him into his study, get his cock out and squeeze it between these.” Her bra was now open and she pushed her ample breasts together. Mike turned and cupped her breasts in his hands.
“Carry on,” he said and lowered his head to suck on her nipple.
“I could rub him between these, start slow and then speed up until he spurted all over them.” Her hand was doing a hard, fast rub on Mike’s cock.
“Then I could come back here and have you suck them while you fuck me.”
Mike moved onto the floor between her thighs, his cock standing out of the fly of his shorts. He nestled closer, then sucked on her nipple. Her hand wrapped around his shaft. She could tell he was getting very excited as she role played his fantasy.
“Then when you were sucking on my nipples they’d taste salty, maybe with a hint of the baby oil still.” She used his cock to push the thong aside and ran the end of his cock along her slit.
“You’d love that would you?” She felt Mike jerk and his load hit her pussy.
“Oh! That did get you going, didn’t it?” Mike looked a mixture of happy and disappointed at the same time.
“Nah, it was the porn that got me there. I was almost off before you got in,” he said after a while. “I’m off to the pub.”
Mike showered and put on a shirt and a pair of slacks. While in the shower, he thought back to their little role play. That was indeed what he would love to happen, and he wondered if he kept bringing it up that Daisy might do it. He also thought how powerful thoughts of sex are. It was like he could taste the salt and smell the baby oil while he was sucking her hard, swollen nipples.
The Dog was the village pub. All walks of life went there. Even Peregrine Smythe could be seen there occasionally. Kitty, the young barmaid, served Mike his customary bitter as soon as he arrived at the bar. She was wearing a short, tight-fitting skirt and a scooped top that gave a nice display of her breasts. Mike licked his lips at the sight of her.
“All OK for tonight?” she asked softly as she put his change in his hand.
“You bet.” Kitty left to serve someone else. She was everything that Daisy wasn’t. Kitty was blonde, slim, with a very fit figure, and a pretty face with high cheekbones. Mike knew she was a student at the local agricultural college and worked shifts at The Dog to help pay the fees. Her boyfriend was there also and they lived in a tatty bedsit over the hairdresser’s shop. And she also supplemented her pay from The Dog by doing ‘favours’, as they had become known, for locals.
It started by her stripping and sitting on men’s laps, then progressed through fondling and handjobs, until about a month ago when Mike heard rumours that someone had got a shag from her. After that, he had to have her at any cost. It wasn’t, however, a mere matter of getting a booking. Kitty was business-like and had T&Cs. It had to be a threesome. She had to have both tits sucked at the same time. And you had to pay with goods or services. And it had to be something she wanted not just something you had.
For tonight, Mike had teamed up with Dave, his mate who ran the local car repair shop. Dave had done up an old car for her and Mike had insured it, in his own name, for her, so they were minted for tonight. Dave joined him and they shared a beer, their chatter full of innuendos, backed up with winks and nudges.
Kitty’s shift ended at seven and they met her outside then walked to Dave’s workshop. They waited outside while Dave went in. He drove out in his passion van. He had fitted it out himself. The back was filled with a deep mattress. The bulkhead to the cab was half padded with the top half covered by a mirror. They all got in the front for the short drive on farm roads to the field that overlooked the main road. Dave stopped on a slope with the back of the van facing a long, straight stretch of the road. The straight ended just short of the field with the van in and took a sharp turn to their left.
With nights getting earlier as August came to an end, it was just becoming dusk and the traffic had lights on. The three climbed through the back doors and Kitty was out of her clothes before either of the men. She sat, cross-legged, and waited for them. Mike was astounded at her figure, now seeing her naked for the first time. He was glad of his little session with Daisy earlier on as his second erection always lasted a lot longer before he came.
They joined Kitty on all fours, both already with hard-ons. She arranged them so they were both sitting, side by side, on the mattress, backs leaning against the padded bulkhead. She then placed a knee between each of their legs, settled down and started to rub their shafts. They both grinned like little boys and started to fondle one of her breasts each. After a short while, she sat up and pushed her breasts closer to them.
"Suck! Hard! Now!” she commanded and they both did. This was why she couldn’t resist doing this time and again. Having a mouth on each nipple just turned her on so much. Both Mike and Dave noticed the effect immediately as her pussy went from wet to flooding with juices, their fingers now slipping deep inside her with ease.
She moved to the right so she was sitting over Dave and fed his cock into her. After a few bounces, she leaned to the left so they could both suckle her tits. They sucked greedily as she wrapped her arms around both their heads and pulled them onto her breasts. Dave pulled away first, uttering a little gasp as he did, so she lifted off him, shuffled left and lowered herself onto Mike cock. He gasped at the feeling of heat and wetness that engulfed his cock.
“Get back on my tits!” she commanded. Kitty bounced a lot harder on Mike and he was amazed at how tightly her cunt squeezed onto his cock as she orgasmed, slumping forward. When she had recovered she went back onto Dave. Just as she started to ride him he flicked the switch and the back doors of the van opened with a low whirring sound. Mike and Dave both latched themselves onto her nipples and sucked for all they were worth.
There were a few flashes of lights, then a horn blast, but Kitty kept bouncing and holding their heads onto her tits. A long blast from a truck horn caused them all to pause.
"You bastards!" screamed Kitty. She was looking into the mirror on the bulkhead and saw the stream of traffic coming towards them. All the truck drivers were high enough to see over the hedge and into the brightly lit back of the van.
“You said you like to be watched!” argued Dave. “What better than a bunch of horny truckers?”
Kitty burst into laughter.
“Right I’m having you off!” she said and started a fast, hard ride on Dave’s cock. He pushed up into her to challenge her, but when she gripped onto his cock he lost it and blew his load up into her.
She immediately lifted off him, his spunk stringing down from her pussy and slammed herself down on Dave. She was wetter than before, still tight but now had a silky, velvety texture inside. More horns blasted.
“Tits!” she rasped as she slowed a little, allowing them to get their mouths onto her nipples. As she bounced on Dave, they both sucked hard, using a hand to squeeze up her breasts.
“Get a good look you bastard truckers!” she screamed.
A multi-tone horn sounded just as she shuddered to a stop with Dave pushed hard up into her. He survived the first spasm in her cunt, but the second and third took him over the top and his spunk swarmed deep into her pussy.
Kitty left Dave and Mike at the workshop and walked back into the village. She was just in time to catch the convenience store and bought a bottle of cheap prosecco, direct from the cold cupboard. It was still nicely chilled by the time she was in their bedsit.
“Hi babe,” she said to Marco, her boyfriend. They exchanged kisses.
“All go OK?”
“Yep, pick the car up tomorrow.”
“Good girl. That means you can drive me to my hen night booking. Save on the taxi.”
While Marco was studying at the agricultural college, he had become a male stripper and did a good trade with hen nights in the local town. Somewhere in their future was a nursery and garden centre to make their fortune, but now both were willing to do what had to be done to get through college. Kitty knew that on many evenings girls would suck him off as they got drunk and undertook ever more sensational dares. He had told her about shagging two girls in the last month alone, one a bride and the other a bride’s mother. The tips had been great.
She popped the cork on the prosecco, poured two mugfuls and joined Marco on the bed. He was already naked, and she slipped her skirt and top off. Her bra and panties had remained in her handbag after her session in the van. Marco was leaning against the headboard so she sat across his thighs and poured a little prosecco onto her breast. It ran off immediately, dribbling down onto his cock.
“You’ll need to be faster!”
He loosely took her nipple into his mouth and Kitty poured more prosecco. This time he sucked hard, drawing her nipple into his mouth along with a flow of cold prosecco. The sensations were incredible. The heat of Marco’s mouth, the cold sting of the prosecco, the fizz of the bubbles and swirl of Marco’s tongue on her nipple got her on the edge of an orgasm again.
“I’ve another present for you.” Marco gave her a puzzled look.
“I barebacked them both.” She rose and lowered herself onto his cock.
“Happy sloppy thirds! Now get sucking!”
Twenty minutes later they were exhausted, both lying on their backs. A light snore told Kitty that Marco was off to sleep. She thought back through her evening. The car was the last thing on their ‘shopping list’, and that wasn’t really an essential. She knew that meant she would have to start taking money for her favours. It was a step further than she had been prepared to do so far, but the college fees were mounting up. However, she resolved one thing would not change and that was the threesomes. She wanted to have that sensation of a mouth on each breast at the same time. That was really why she did it.
She rolled on her side and clicked the alarm on to wake them for college on Wednesday morning.
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