Can Buy Me Love

"I don't think Annie will show you her bra," ventured Millie.

"You're bloody right I won't," Annabelle confirmed.

Her presence, Dave feared, could seriously undermine his attempts to escalate his game, but perhaps through the effects of alcohol, she already seemed looser then earlier, and hadn't reacted to Charlie's paid exposure as prudishly as he would have expected. Maybe there was fun to be had with her after all?

"Well that was quite liberating," said Charlie, trying to lighten the mood as she did up the final buttons on her blouse.

"So Annie, is it because you find Dave repulsive that you're not joining in, or because you're too expensive?" said Millie.

"How much did he give you for flashing your bra?"

"£20," Millie said sheepishly.

"£30," said Charlie, eager to point out that her treat was worth more.

"Fine," said Annabelle. "I just don't need the money that badly."

"She is probably on a lot more than you two," Dave confirmed.

"But mainly she's a prude," said Millie with a wicked glance. That got Annabelle riled.

"I'm not a prude!"

"Oh come on Annie you'd never show your bra in a million years."

"I would! There's nothing wrong with flashing your bra, but the fact Dave's paying you for it is just... Wrong!"

"Does that mean I can see your bra for free?" Dave enquired.

"No Dave it does not! I'm just saying I don't like the idea of being given money to titilate someone! That's not prudish, it's... it's..."

"A principle?" Dave offered.

"A principle, thank you Dave."

"Basically," said Charlie, leaning past Dave and over to Millie, "She thinks we're sluts."

"That's not true," said Annabelle, now laughing with embarrassment at how her comments would have been interpreted. "It's all harmless fun. I just... On principle, I'm not playing. OK? But I'm not a prude."

Her obvious desire not to be seen as sexually restrained gave Dave renewed hope that she may not be the spoiler for tonights proceedings as he had feared.

"OK," said Dave, "So you'd never partake in 'harmless fun' as you call it for financial remuneration."

"Smaller words please," said Millie. "I'm a little drunk."

"How about for charity?"

Annabelle's eyes narrowed. "What do you mean?"

"These girls are much more junior than you. They earn peanuts..."

"Sad but true," Charlie concurred.

"So what if I were to say that I would give both these girls £100 each if you were to let me squeeze your boobs."

A beat of silence followed by a highly excitable squeal from Millie.

"Jeez Dave, I'll let you squeeze MY tits for £100!" she said.

"Nope, no deal. Has to be Annie's. if you let me squeeze them for 15 seconds, they'll both be a hundred quid better off."

"Yes. Do it!" Millie begged, leaning over the table to plead with Annie.

Annabelle looked at Dave cynically. "Millie said she'll do it. Pay her."

"That's not the deal," said Dave. "I want to squeeze YOUR boobs - but they'll get rewarded for it. So it doesn't go against your principle because I'm not giving you anything. But those two will be much better off."

"You're a perv, Dave."

"I think I probably am."

"Do you even have £200 on you?"

"I do."

"Come into some money, have we?"

"I have."

She thought about it long and hard. Looking over at her colleagues, Charlie was intrigued and Millie was positively bouncing in her seat, pleading with her expression.

"Through the dress?"

"Through the dress."

"Pay them first."

Millie gave her fist a victory pump as Dave pulled more notes out of his wallet and counted them out.

"You two swap with Annie," he instructed, well aware that if he were to stand, the erection contained within his jeans would be all too noticeable.

Annabelle stood, her clingy blue dress suddenly looking all the more alluring with the knowledge that Dave would be fondling the soft-looking mounds proudly protruding from underneath the fabric.

The girls left his side and Annabelle slid in to the space vacated by Millie. She fixed Dave with a piercing stare and positioned her body to face him.

"I hope you girls appreciate this," said Annie, holding Dave's gaze. If she was trying to assert confidence and authority, she was doing a good job. For the first time this evening, Dave didn't feel in charge.

"OK," said Millie, looking at her watch. "15 seconds start... Now!"

Dave broke the piercing stare of the flame haired beauty in front of him, and intently watched her chest instead as he reached forward and took her cloth-laden breasts in both hands. Firm yet warm, he tried to get a sense of their size and weight as he pushed them upwards and then tried to spread them to the sides. He could feel the textured pattern of her bra cups underneath her dress, and her tits struggled to yield to his manipulations through the various layers of material. Annabelle sighed, he didn't know with pleasure or pity, as he felt for the edges of the bra cups half way up her chest. Upon finding them, he pulled at them through the blue material of her dress, trying blindly to get them to disengage. To his joy, he felt her right tit pop out slightly. A circular exploration of his thumb through her dress even confirmed the exposure of a nipple. As he continued to thumb at the unmistakable protrusion through the blue material, it definitely began to harden. There was now no mistaking the part of her breast he was fondling. He looked up at Annie's dispassionate face.

"Enjoying yourself?"

Dave smiled, and keeping one thumb on her excavated nipple, turned his attention to her other breast, that was, as far as Dave could feel, still stubbornly sat snug within her bra.

Taking a different approach, he felt for the underwire at the base of the cup with his fingers. Upon finding it, he tried to prise it away from her chest. The strap around her back couldn't have been very tight, because it pulled away with ease and even through her dress, Dave was able to tease her other breast out from underneath the cup. This elicited an incredulous laugh from Annie.

"Oh Christ, he's basically dismantling my bra here! Isn't time up yet?"

"Nearly," reassured Millie.

Dave got his palm around the tit that was now hanging freely underneath her dress. He played with it gently, pushing it up and around as his other hand concentrated on getting her nipple as bullet hard as he could.

"You're not bad at this, are you Dave?" she whispered, quiet enough so only he heard.

"Times up!" called Millie.

Dave reluctantly withdrew and Annie immediately readjusted herself.

"That seemed a lot longer than 15 seconds," she said - not that she seemed that upset.

"Yeah, it was more like 30," Millie admitted. "But Dave seemed to be enjoying it so much, seemed a shame to stop."

Annie threw a beermat at her before reclaiming her old seat. Millie, laughing, slid back next to Dave.

"So I guess you're out of dough now, eh Dave?" she said, slightly slurring her words. A look at her glass revealed she was already close to polishing off the wine Annie had bought.

"I've got a bit left," he said coyly.

Millie thrust her chest out at him.

"You can squeeze my tits for another £100 if you like?"

"Nah, I've just done something like that thanks."

"Suck them?"

Charlie guffawed and Annie simply put her head in her hands.

"What was that?" Dave innocently asked. Millie was embarrassed by what she had just said, and buried her face in her arm as she tried to control her giggles. And yet she still repeated herself, albeit with a whisper and some palpable shame in her voice.

"Wanna suck them?"

"I think," interjected Annie, "That might be taking things a little too far. And we are in a public place."

"There are disabled toilets in the corner," said Charlie. "You could take him in there."

"No Millie," said Anne. "It's too much. Come on, you're tipsy."

"How much?" asked Dave.

Millie, still flushed with embarrassment, spat out an answer immediately.

"You got £200?"

Dave pretended to do calculations in his head. In reality he knew he had much much more than that.

"I might have."

Millie sat up straight again and put on her game face.

"£200 then. One minute in the toilets. Mouth only."

"That would be like bobbing for apples. I'll need to use my hands I think. And two minutes."

"That's a minute to suck each tit," Charlie helpfully pointed out.

"Millie, if you do this, I'm leaving," said Annabelle.

"Oh God Annie, its not that big a deal. I've done worse in games of Truth or Dare. And? Two hundred quid!!"

"Fine. Whatever. Dave, you should know better."

"I'm just having a laugh with my mates," said Dave.

"Exactly," said Millie. "Come on Dave."

Dave could see Annabelle's protestations galvanise Millie before his very eyes, and he was glad for the tenacity with which she grabbed his hand and led him over to the toilet in question - his erection would have been plain to see had anyone the time to study him. He at least had the time to grab his backpack as he was hastily escorted away.

Millie marched Dave across the room to whoops and hollers from Charlie. He didn't have time to look at Annabelle's no doubt perturbed face because he was shoved through the door to the toilets and then hustled into the disabled loo like Millie was a girl on a mission.

She slammed the door behind her and locked it.

"God I hate Annie sometimes. She's so condescending."

"She might be right though," said Dave, boldly giving Millie a chance to reconsider her actions. "You are a bit drunk. And maybe me paying you to do this is a bit... creepy."

"Oh Dave, you are 100% a creep. But you're the nicest creep I know, AND currently the richest. So if you still want to give me £200 I am more than happy to let you suck my tits."

Dave's erection was crying out to be released from its containment hell, and Millie's saucy chat was doing little to abate the situation. She noticed him shift uncomfortably.

"Do you need to rearrange yourself down there?" she giggled. "Go on, don't mind me."

She snorted with amusement as he reached into his jeans and freed up his aching cock. The evening's events had resulted in him seeping precum throughout his underwear, and as he repositioned his hot erection and loosened up the matted pubic hair, another generous pump escaped the tip of his penis.

"Disabled toilets are always so clean and nice smelling," said Millie as she peeled off her black sweater. She draped it over the plastic bar that a disabled patron would use to steady themselves.

Dave gave her an appreciative ogle before responding.

"That's cos no one ever uses them. I mean who's brilliant idea was it to put a disabled toilets in the upstairs of a pub?"

Millie laughed in response and her chest jiggled adorably as she chuckled. Dave took a step closer so they were only a foot or so apart. Millie reached behind her and fiddled with her bra strap before suddenly stopping.

"Oh shit, you'd better give me my money first."

"Ah. Ever the business woman."

"It's not that I don't trust you Dave, I just want to make sure you didn't spend all your money earlier."

Dave fished out the last remaining notes from his wallet, and Millie gratefully stuffed them into her jeans.

"Right, where was I?"

She studied Dave's face as she grappled with her bra strap again. A smile developed as she saw the spell she had him under, each pull on her bra and each stress on her contained breasts catching his attention.

Seemingly happy to let her semi-nudity fall outside the allotted 2 minutes, once the clasp behind her was unhooked, she fell out of her bra and left it laying over her jumper, proudly displaying her naked chest.

Oh the physical joys of youth. So large and yet perfectly round, heavy-looking yet not in the slightest bit pendulous. The colour of cream with bullet nipples sitting in pretty pink button areolae.

"Ta da," she sang. And it was a reveal worthy of fanfare. "So, are you going to time? I guess I should time. You're going to have your hands full. Literally."

"I am. Millie, your tits are amazing."

"Yeeeah, they're pretty cool. Ready to get acquainted?"

Dave's eyes bulged to communicate the affirmative, and he jokingly raised his hands up in a 'ready' position, his palms just shy of her assets. Millie looked at her watch.

"Off you go then."

Dave left his shame outside and simply ravaged her tits. Two rough handfuls, her sexual flesh delightfully warm in his grasp, he put his hot sticky mouth over her left breast.

"Easy cowboy..." she whispered.

But it fell on deaf ears. For the first 30 seconds or so Dave molested those fun bags like he was a starved man feeding on a melon. Sucking and slurping and pulling on those pliant beauties; seeing how hard he could squeeze them, and seeing how engorged he could make those nipples of hers with his mouth.

For her part, Millie didn't dissuade him too much, wincing occasionally, but mostly humming with pleasure.

Eventually, after his initial fervour, he calmed down. He relaxed his grip on her titties and explored them more gently as he rolled them in the palms of his hands. And instead of sucking on them, he began to nuzzle and kiss them instead.

"Mmmmm, that's better. That's really nice," she cooed.

He flicked at her nipple with the tip of his tongue before running circles around it. Her flesh was so sweet; warm and scented and sticky with his saliva. The most desirable fleshy pillows he could imagine and he had his face buried in them!

His back aching somewhat from stooping over, he straightened himself, his hands still supporting her tits, and looked at Millie's face. She still had a knowing smirk on her beautiful lips. Without thinking, Dave leaned in and kissed her, and for a few seconds she reciprocated, flicking her tongue inside his mouth. She then pulled away and looked at her watch.

"You've had about a minute."

Dave paused and raised his eyebrows at her nonchalance. He then surprised her by spinning her around 180 degrees and grabbing her tits from behind. She yelped with surprise but quickly composed herself when she realised what he was doing. He had positioned her in front of the mirror, and was now peering over her shoulder at their reflection, watching his manipulation of her breasts.

Millie put on her best seductive look to heighten the fantasy, going so far as to run a finger down her belly and slide her hand past the top of her jeans.

This display, combined with the hardened nipples he had between his fingers, caused Dave's erection to twitch. And since his crotch was pressed hard against Millie's ass, it wasn't a reaction that went unnoticed. She gasped.

"I felt that, Dave. Naughty boy."

The need for a release was killing him. He hadn't planned on escalating things so quickly, but he couldn't help himself.

"I've got £500 in my bag. It's yours if you suck me off."

Dave squeezed a nipple as he made his offer, hoping it wasn't just the money that might tempt her. As she answered, she pushed her ass back against his crotch and moved it up and down, stimulating him further.

"I thought I said that was worth £7000?"

"That's before you knew I actually had some money to spend," said Dave, trying to make a persuasive case while being stimulated from all angles through all senses.

"I think that's a bit cheap for a blowjob," said Millie. She spun back around and pressed herself against him, her massive tits squashing up against his chest. She reached down and found his cock through his jeans, pushing the bulge with her fingers. "I think I'm worth a bit more than that."

"I don't think I've got that much more," he lied.

"£750?" Millie purred, now actively stroking his cock through the denim. "Have you got that?"

Dave slowly nodded and Millie grinned her biggest grin of the night so far. She then gave him a brief but passionate kiss on the lips.

"Stay here," she mouthed, as she disappeared down onto her knees.

Dave steadied himself on the disability bar as he felt his belt being unbuckled and his fly unzipped.

"Messy boy," said Millie as she examined the moist fabric of his briefs, stained with precum.

She pulled his jeans down around his knees and then delicately peeled down his underwear. He cock sprang up, nearly hitting Millie on the underside of her chin.

"Well hello 'little Dave'. Although..." She looked up seductively. "...he's really not that little, is he?"

She wasn't just flattering him. His penis may have been only a little over average in length, but his girth was something to behold. He had a really thick shaft and a bulbous glans, but he was still overjoyed by Millie's assessment. It felt great having it out in the air, finally exposed and unrestricted, and Millie's cool hand around its base was heaven. She placed her other hand underneath, cradling his balls, before plunging his throbbing organ deep inside her gob.

The sudden warmth of her mouth enveloping him was stunning enough, but the delicious massage from hand and tongue that followed was mind-blowing! Just a few seconds in and this was easily the best blow-job Dave had ever received. She pumped his shaft like a pro and was just the right side of vigorous with her mouth. She shifted from delicate flicks of her tongue over the tip to lingering slurps up the underside; all the while wanking him gently with her dainty fingers.

Dave had been threatening to cum from almost her first suck, but just as he felt he was finding a way of delaying himself, Millie took her hands away from his cock and balls and reached around to squeeze his ass. She then pulled his crotch into her face and slowly took his dick full into her mouth. As he felt her tight lips edge further and further up his shaft, followed by the warm cushion of her tongue, he knew why Millie hadn't insisted on a time limit for this particular act. She knew how good she was, and she knew this wasn't going to last long. Her nose touched his pelvis, and he heard her control a gag or two as his dick hit the back of her throat. She then slowly slid her head back again.

Dave looked down as Millie swept her hair back so he could see everything. As he observed his turgid erection slowly slide out of her mouth he felt a hand come away from one of his butt cheeks and watched as she cupped her breast and squeezed it between her fingers. Whether it was for her benefit, or his, it really didn't matter. It triggered his orgasm big time.

Millie recognised the fast breathing and the anguished grunts. With her other hand she quickly found his shaft again and started pumping, keeping her lips as tight as possible around the end of his dick.

His first release felt immense, and judging by the muffled yelp from Millie, had a payload to match. Another squirt and another muffled noise, this time a pleasurable moan. A third ejaculation arrived, this one forcing Millie to pull out, her mouth full to the brim with Dave's hot white mess. She fell backwards onto one hand as she received another blast of jism on her face. Letting go of his dick, she leaned back further, a weaker jet falling across one of her breasts. The rest of his seed dripped onto the cold tiles below.

Breathing hard, Millie looked up at Dave with a dirty look on her face. She parted her lips ever so slightly, and a stream of cum escaped from each corner of her mouth, proving how full it was. She shut her mouth tight again, but not before those white sticky streams trickled down her chin, dripping ceremoniously onto her heaving bosoms. She gave an exaggerated swallow and then opened her mouth wide to prove she had drunk it all up.

"Fuck me, that was amazing," said Dave.

Millie smiled before snapping out of temptress mode and mopping up the rest of Dave's cum with some toilet paper.

"I wouldn't tell Annie about this. She might go mental."