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Prime Assets Ch. 05 free porn video
‘How did it go?’ said Howard, handing Emma a cup of tea and a biscuit. ‘Grant is quite the connoisseur, so I assume he was satisfied with your breasts?’
‘Immensely satisfied,’ Emma said. ‘Although you should probably know that they forced him to change his plan somewhat.’
‘Oh?’
‘He was going to ejaculate onto the final girl’s boobs, but he did it onto mine instead.’
‘I see.’ Howard scribbled a note.
‘He couldn’t help it.’ Emma added. ‘I just took off my top and…’ She slapped her hands onto her blouse and mimed the effect of cum dripping down her bosom with her fingers.
Howard Hurst put down his pencil. ‘I’m not surprised. I can’t stop thinking about how hard you made me cum when I first saw them yesterday. And I see a lot of breasts.’
Emma blushed. Her nipples tingled at the compliment.
‘Most importantly, did you enjoy it?’
‘The work? Yes, it was very interesting.’
‘No, I mean, making him cum. Making me cum.’
‘Well, yes, of course,’ said Emma. ‘I love making men cum, especially with my boobs.. I just prefer not for it to happen by accident, which it almost always does.’
‘Good,’ Howard smiled. ‘Then I have just the assignment for you. A pharmaceuticals firm near Oxford is developing a new sexual stamina drug for men, and they have asked us to send one of our most cock-stiffeningly curvy girls to stress-test its effectiveness on their volunteers. You certainly fit the bill. Are you free tomorrow?’
Harding Sciences Ltd had a research facility in an Oxfordshire industrial estate, not quite the dreaming spires Emma had been imagining. The bus dropped her off a short walk away, and she took the opportunity to stretch her legs before reporting to reception and asking for Dr Harding. She had a feeling she was going to be spending a lot of time in reception waiting areas in this new life as a pair of tits-for-hire.
She had barely sat down when a tall, slender, woman her own age with long ash-blonde hair in a ponytail and a mischievous smile strode up to her, white lab coat flapping either side of a formidable torpedo bust that strained at a grey rollneck.
‘Emma Enderby? Dr Alexandra Harding. Pleased to meet you.’
They sat in Alexandra’s cramped office. ‘The agency sent me photographs of your breasts, and you seem perfect for what we’re doing,’ she smiled. ‘I used to carry out the experiments using my own tits, but I can’t do everything these days. How much did the agency tell you about what we do here?’
‘Erectile drugs? Viagra, that sort of thing?’
‘Absolutely, but rather than pills for a one-off boner, we’re developing supplements for regular consumption that boost all aspects of sexual performance in men. I’ve been conducting research into erections since I was a teenager.’
‘Haven’t we all,’ joked Emma.
‘I mean, look at these.’ Alexandra stood and lifted her tight sweater up past her breasts, which were braless underneath. Emma’s mouth fell open a little at the sight of them. They were immense, upswept conical torpedo-boobs, absurdly firm, crowned with wide, softly swelling areolae, smooth and shiny and the same colour as the rest of her skin. Her nipples, like Emma’s, were dimpled indentations at their centres. ‘I’ve had these since I was sixteen. You can imagine the trouble they caused. Never wore a bra, even in P.E. When any boys finally got to see them, they’d spent so long fantasising about them that they’d lose control straight away.’
Emma nodded enthusiastically. ‘I have the same problem!’
‘So the agency tells me,’ said Alexandra, ‘which is ideal. Please, your turn to get them out.’
Emma stood and opened her blouse, revealing a beige bra that was trying to contain her bosom. ‘Unlike you, I really do need a bra!’
‘Bouncy?’ Alexandra shed her lab coat and pulled the sweater over her head, her huge, pointy breasts swivelling and gyrating until she stood there topless.
‘Extremely. If the sight of them doesn’t get the men cumming, then the jiggling does.’ Emma shrugged off the bra, and let her own breasts face off against the busty scientist’s. She was shorter than Alexandra, but her own soft, ample breasts were more than a match for the perky, puffy-nipples pair that jutted above them.
‘Oh my,’ smiled Alexandra, looking down past her bust at Emma’s. ‘How often do men have to ejaculate before they stay can hard enough to fuck?’
‘Um, well, the last one had jizzed on my boobs four times before we could fuck. Though he hadn’t cum in five weeks. And he had to keep his eyes shut while we did it.’
Alexandra reached out and cupped Emma’s breasts, probing their texture, weighing them, jiggling them gently up and down and side to side. ‘Mmm, men must go absolutely crazy for you,’ she grinned. ‘How I wish I had your jiggle. And that hourglass waist!’
‘And I wish I was as slim as you and had boobs as solid as yours so I could go braless more often!’
Alexandra laughed gently, took Emma’s hands and lifted them up onto her own breasts.
‘Goodness, they’re so firm!’ Emma’s fingers prodded the dense breast tissue in awe. She squeezed Alexandra’s breasts together, creating a cleavage that was a foot long and probably just as deep. ‘The tittyfucks you could give with these!’
‘Nothing I love more.’
‘Great, isn’t it? Nice stiff cock in there,’ Emma said wistfully.
‘If it ever gets that far. I made a boy cum once just by suggesting it, and I was fully clothed at the time.’
Emma nodded sadly. ‘I’ve tried to get in a couple of strokes after they’ve already started cumming, but it’s not the same.’
‘Well,’ Alexandra sat on the edge of her desk, ‘Now imagine that your shag the other night could hold onto that five week load for an hour before losing the whole lot in one huge explosion, with your breasts bouncing and jiggling stark naked in front of his eyes the whole time.’
Emma imagined it, and felt her nipples throb and her knickers moisten. ‘This is what you do here?’
Alexandra grinned. ‘It’s my life’s work. And it’s my conviction that this can be achieved through diet and supplements, rather than popping pills ad hoc. Tits like ours take effect much too quickly. We need our men ready to keep their erections at any time. Put your top back on, let me show you something.’
Breasts covered up again, Dr Alexandra Harding led Emma into a darkened room. A female lab technician sat at a console, beyond which a window looked onto a rudimentary bedroom where a middle-aged man in vest and underpants sat on the edge of the bed. ‘Two-way mirror,’ Alexandra explained.
They watched as, on the other side of the mirror, a young woman in a dressing gown entered the room, smiling broadly. Emma tried to think where she had seen her before, then remembered that she had seen Howard Hurst showing her to the door at Prime Assets when she had gone in for her interview.
‘That’s Shelley,’ said Alexandra, confirming what Emma was thinking. ‘Another of the girls from your agency.’
Emma was curious to see another Prime Assets girl’s bosom for the first time in real life, having only seen Grant’s artistic interpretations so far. Like Alexandra, Shelley was of lanky, skinny build, with an incongruously juicy bosom that rendered her cartoonishly top-heavy. Emma recalled seeing how voluptuously it had heaved in the baggy T-shirt she had worn at the agency, and now it was making its formidable presence known as it swayed freely beneath the blue silk of the kimono-like robe.
‘Getting ready to start the timer,’ said the lab technician.
‘What’s the dosage?’ asked Alexandra, peering over the young woman’s shoulder at the laptop screen.
‘He’s been on programme B for two weeks now. We’ve had him under supervision, given him some low-level stimulation, big-bosomed nurses and so on, but he’s not experienced a climax yet, despite some very intense erotic dreams.’
Alexan
dra turned to Emma. ‘The volunteers keep dream diaries. Fascinating reading. We make sure they are kept mildly turned on during their waking hours, to really test their stamina. The things they then get up to in their dreams are extraordinary, a lot of the time involving the staff here.’
Emma was shocked and fascinated by the theory and practice of Dr Harding’s work.
In the mock bedroom, Shelley was parading up and down, teasing the balding man with flashes of leg and cleavage.
‘We left her photographic portfolio in his room a few nights ago,’ said Alexandra. ‘No nudes, but more than enough detail to give a clue as to the size and shape of her bosom. He’ll have been fantasising about her for three days now, and he’s about to see those puppies in the flesh now, with carte blanche to have his filthy way with them.’
‘How much do these volunteers get paid?’ Emma wondered aloud.
‘Too much,’ sighed Alexandra. ‘They should be paying us, the lucky buggers. Truth the sound up, Jo, would you?’
The technician turned a knob, and the conversation from the next room became audible. Emma watched and listened with keen interest.
‘Last time I got fitted, I was a size thirty K,’ Shelley was saying. The volunteer’s erection was tenting his white underpants in horny fascination. ‘Though who knows what size they are now. I eat what I like, and it all goes to my tits, just makes them bigger and firmer.’
‘Don’t stop talking about them,’ pleaded the middle-aged man.
Shelley chuckled. ‘Like a bit of boob-chat, do we? I guess it should have been obvious from that boner. It looks huge. Get it out, let’s have a look.’
The man hesitated, then stood and pulled down the pants, extracting his stiff dick with difficulty. His balls hung low, heavy, and taut. His erection looked incredibly frustrated. Emma felt sorry for him. She realised this was in the name of science, but she wanted to see those testicles put out of their engorged misery.
‘Look what we have here,’ marvelled Shelley, surveying the bottomless man with glee. ‘All for me and my big boobs?’
The man nodded. Cold sweat beaded his brow.
‘Now, I must warn you,’ said Shelley, untying the silk sash around her waist so the kimono fell open. It draped from the jutting, uptilted tips of her pendulous breasts, but while her nipples remained covered, her brunette pussy was most definitely not. ‘My bosoms have this annoying habit of making men spunk their whole load in one go.’
‘Oh Christ,’ muttered the priapic volunteer.
‘I’m going to take this off now. Think you can handle me?’
‘Do it! Please!’
With a smile, Shelley arched her back and let the silk dressing gown float to the floor, presenting her nude body in all its willowy, enormous-bosomed magnificence.
‘Unnhghg!’ The volunteer grunted. ‘Uurrrgh!’ His hands flapped helplessly by his sides as his cock and balls quivered and trembled in visible inner conflict.
‘Excellent,’ murmured Alexandra. ‘He managed not to cum. Good start.’
‘I can tell you want to cum,’ said Shelley. ‘I’m very impressed that you haven’t.’
‘I want to,’ said the tortured man. ‘I want to, so much!’
‘All over my tits?’
‘Yes, all over them! B-but I can’t!’
‘What if I jiggle them, will that help?’ Without waiting for a reply, Shelley shimmied her shoulders and set her milky mammaries into ponderous waves of motion.
‘Just look at those nipples,’ remarked Alexandra. ‘So utterly erotic.’
Emma eyed Shelley’s nipples with quiet envy as they danced atop her wobbling boobs for the horny volunteer’s pleasure. They were a warm, autumnal shade of deep pink, with the rubbery shape, consistency, and size of baby bottle tops. Emma thought of her own pale ghost-nipples and wondered if she would be up to Shelley’s job.
‘Twenty seconds and still no climax,’ the technician reported.
Alexandra turned to Emma. ‘This particular volunteer erupted the very second he saw my breasts during the initiation. He’s made extraordinary progress. If he makes it as far as the titfuck then we can consider this particular experiment successful ahead of schedule.’
The titfuck! The lucky girl was going to get to wank her victim’s cock off in her own time, without being spunked over before it had even began! Emma couldn’t wait to get started on these medically reinforced erections.
‘Hard to impress, eh?’ purred busty Shelley as her beautiful K-cups wobbled to an unsteady halt. ‘What next? I could fuck you, but I can’t take my eyes off that cock. Blowjob? No, I want to see that load when it comes out of you. A handjob would be s little… clinical, don’t you think? Hmm, now what else is there?’ She folded bony arms over pillowy chest and tapped her chin in contemplation.
‘A t-titfuck?’ stammered the man. He sat on the bed, legs apart, his bulbous balls dangling over the side, his erection twitching in desperation.
‘What an excellent idea!’ Shelley knelt, her bust level with the volunteer’s groin, and shuffled forward until her breasts were either side of his flailing cock. And, with a cheeky wink, she grabbed her boobs in both long-fingered hands, and mashed them together, sandwiching the grateful erection deep between them.
‘Fffuck!’ exclaimed the lucky man with a mildly hysterical laugh. ‘Oh fuck it feels so good!’
Shelley proceeded to titwank him, gently at first, then, as the erection showed no sign of giving way to orgasm, more energetically. Emma noticed that the skinny model was, quite unnecessarily, tweaking her succulent, swollen pink nipples between thumb and forefingers, indicating that she, too, was getting no small amount of satisfaction from this rare opportunity to welcome an unspent cock into her sexy cleavage.
‘That’s over one minute now,’ said the lab technician.
Alexandra now looked mildly concerned. ‘He should have ejaculated by now.’
‘It can’t be good for him,’ said Emma.
‘He needs release, or he could damage his reproductive organs permanently. I’m going in.’ Alexandra hastened from the room.
Moments later she appeared on the other side of the two-way mirror.
‘Oh, hello,’ said Shelley, turning her head while she continued to massage the cock of the now very pale, dizzy man.
‘D-Dr Harding!’ he wheezed.
‘May I join in?’ said Alexandra, and peeled off her sweater to reveal breasts the same size as Shelley’s, but pert to the point that they seemed supported by an invisible bra, despite being the miraculous work of Mother Nature. With a smile, and to the volunteer’s astonishment, she knelt next to Shelley, and after a brief shuffle on the rug pressed her bosom tightly into the one opposite, the code-red erection now being fucked by both squirming pairs in a double titfuck.
The volunteer let out a blood-chilling wordless cry as, at long last, he came, a thick plume of opaque white semen ascending rapidly from among the glorious breasts, followed by several more. The lab technician kept a tally of the cumshots on a Post-it note.
Alexandra nodded at the mirror and, as the pale husk of a man flopped, trembling, back into the bed, she stood up along with Shelley, the two slim, bosomy women unsticking their chests which were lightly glued together with the thick creamy cum.
‘Is he… is he okay?’ Emma asked the lab technician, who was taking some notes.
‘He’ll be fine after a nap,’ said the girl. ‘But it’s probably just as well Alexandra intervened with the double titwank when she did.’
Alexandra returned, still topless and jizz-strewn, and made a beeline for a tray of medical equipment. With a spatula, she scraped large portions of gloopy white seed from the firm slopes of her bosom, and spooned them into a plastic sample cup. ‘For analysis,’ she explained to Emma, then went to the sink in the corner and splashed herself with soapy water. Through the mirror, Shelley was doing the same.
‘These tests ar
e a crucial part of our research,’ said Alexandra, opening a small wardrobe with some spare lab coats inside it. ‘But while we have to test the limits of the programmes, we also have a duty of care towards our subjects. The human body can only take so much arousal. Here, take your top off and put this on.’ She handed one of the lab coats to Emma and buttoned herself, with difficulty, into the other.
Buttons straining as their jutting, braless breasts fought the constraints of their white coats, Dr Harding and Emma made their way down a pristine corridor. ‘We have a new test volunteer starting today. You can help with the initial profiling.’
‘Where do you find these volunteers?’
‘Well, when I was beginning the research at university I began with my ex-boyfriends. Although,’ she sniggered, ‘I rather selfishly just chose the ones whose cocks I most wanted to stay hard for the duration of a mutually pleasurable titwank!’
Emma chuckled, too. She could think of quite a few cocks which she would rather have lasted longer than a few seconds in the presence of her bare breasts before pumping jism in all directions.
‘Nowadays we mostly advertise either in the big-boob fetish press and lads’ mags, or, conversely, in women’s lifestyle periodicals, hoping for male referrals from women with the same hyper-erotic appearance as us.’
They arrived at a door, and Alexandra took a clipboard from a holder on the wall next to it. ‘This one in here is a respondent to an ad we placed on the Bosomaniac website, which is dedicated to large, perfectly formed bosoms for obsessive men to masturbate over. Let’s see how obsessed he really is.’
They went inside. A chubby man in his thirties, wearing the same vest and underpants combo as Shelley’s volunteer, perched on the edge of a hospital bed, hands in his lap.
‘Good morning!’ Alexandra said breezily. Emma smiled at the man and shut the door behind her.
‘Hello,’ said the man, clearly rather awestruck. Emma noticed the package in his underpants stir.
‘I’m Dr Harding, I run the research facility here. And you are… Geoff Dickens, correct?’
Geoff nodded.
‘And you’ve refrained from masturbation for the past three days, as requested? Vest off, please.’
‘Yes,’ said Geoff, pulling off the vest to bare man-boobs of his own. ‘I last masturbated on Sunday night.’
Alexandra put a stethoscope to his chest and listened. ‘And what did you masturbate over?’
‘Um,’ Geoff looked embarrassed.
‘It’s okay,’ smiled Alexandra, her face close to his. ‘This is a sexual research clinic, you can tell me anything. I’m assuming it was breasts you masturbated over?’
Geoff nodded.
‘A real pair? A photograph? A memory?’
‘A photograph,’ said Geoff.
Alexandra tied a blood pressure monitor around his arm. ‘And who was the lucky lady in the photograph?’
‘It was,’ Geoff gulped, ‘It was you, Dr Harding.
‘Is that so?’ Alexandra seemed neither offended nor surprised as she pumped up the arm band.
‘That picture of you in the brochure you sent with the application materials,’ Geoff continued. ‘The top you’re wearing.’
Alexandra laughed. ‘I told them not to use that photograph. I wasn’t wearing a bra that day, and you can easily make out the shape of my areolae through the fabric. But it’s flattering to know I got you hard enough to cum, Geoff! Tell me more.’
‘Well, um, I figured you were braless, and I began imagining what your b-breasts must look like naked, and I remembered that Sunday night was my last chance to masturbate before coming here, so I placed the photo on the kitchen table and got my, my cock out.’
‘And came all over my braless bosoms?’ Alexandra noted Geoff’s blood pressure on the clipboard.
‘Yes, I just had to rub myself a couple of times before I started cumming. I got it all over the picture. I hope you don’t mind, Dr Harding?’
‘On the contrary,’ Alexandra stood, pointy breasts stabbing bralessly at her lab coat. ‘In fact, that was the first test, which you’ve passed. We need men who experience extreme bosom-related arousal. Now, let’s see this cock of yours.’
By this point, Geoff’s sticky underpants left very little to the imagination. The breast-related conversation had sent him well on the way to erectness, and when Alexandra tugged back the waistband, the light touch of her fingers sent his cock shuddering upwards, pre-cum trickling down it.
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