L.C.T.F. Ch. 10

'She has her final exam with me on Tuesday night, so it will have to be then. Or I can put you in touch?'

'Tuesday night's fine,' Alex said, reaching for her pocket organiser. 'But beware: you get a girl hooked on boobgasms, and you are opening Pandora's Box. My boyfriend never touches these bloody things,' she placed her hands wistfully under her stretch-cotton tits, 'so I have to get there myself somehow.'

'If you... ever need a hand...'

'Martin!' she exclaimed in appalled horror. Then, after a pause: 'Oh fuck it, go on.' She dropped to her knees in front of me. 'No telling, understand?' My belt flew off in a deft single movement, and in a matter of seconds my cock was out. Alex peeled off her stretchy top and let my instantly erect but achingly sore cock disappear into the depths of her cleavage. She ground her hardening nipples into my hips and writhed in horny desperation. 'Oh fuck I need a titgasm so fucking badly,' she wailed. 'Simon's lovely but... but he just doesn't give me this... and I need it...'

Deranged with arousal I clutched Alex's tits the way I knew she loved it, thumbs running rings around her swollen areolae, sending shudders through her body.

'Thank goodness you only just came,' said Alex between throaty gasps of pleasure. 'Otherwise you'd have shot your load by now, wouldn't you?'

'I certainly would have,' I croaked.

'I love having a cock between my tits so much,' said Alex as I gave her knockers the groping of a lifetime. 'I had forgotten how good it feels. If you can get every woman in the country feeling like this, you'll be a millionaire.'

Whether it was the mention of titfucking every woman in the country, or (perhaps more worryingly) the thought of all that money, my balls gave up the fight and I shot my second load of the evening into Alex's face and all down her bare breasts.

'Don't you fucking DARE,' she growled, 'I'm not finished!'

My agonized erection wilting painfully in her tightly-squashed cleavage, I continued to knead and thumb Alex's firm tits and puffed nipples until, finally, thankfully, the breastgasm hit and she pushed me, red-faced and exhausted, away, retreating to a chair.

'Oh Martin,' she panted. 'Oh Martin. God I needed that.'

I stooped with difficulty and pulled up my suit trousers, then staggered across the room to retrieve my belt. 'Any time,' I said.

It was nearly nine in the evening, and I left her to sort herself out so she could get back to her boyfriend presentably.

I'd taken the next day off work, but regardless, I got an early night. Because there was an appointment in my diary for Friday. An appointment at Stonemere Park.