The Tittty Torturer Ch. 04

The first time he saw the pretty redhead he knew that this was going to be a good one. Not because she was stunning - although she was with long wavy dark auburn hair, green eyes and sweet pink lips that curved in a charismatic smile. Not even because of her boobs - they weren't especially spectacular compared to the last two girls, probably a large 34D (although very perky with pale pink nipples showing through her white tank top). No, it was because the first time he saw her she was doing laundry, hanging out some of her sheets and linens on actual lines in her backyard. Even though her breasts weren't especially large the clothespins she was using to hang her laundry made his mind immediately speed to what her breasts and nipples would look like with those wooden clips on them.

Yes... yes he absolutely had to have her. Not just because of her fairly large and perky breasts, but because of what he now desperately wanted to do to them.

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Fiona awoke just like all the other girls did, tied up and with a strange man straddling her chest and stroking her large breasts tenderly. There were two new differences though. You see, Fiona always slept naked and always wore a sleeping mask because she was incredibly sensitive to light in her room. Although this meant that the Titty Torturer couldn't see her eyes as he played with her, he also liked the idea that she would have no idea what was coming. The fact that she was naked was rather fun too, although he wasn't overly interested in her pussy it did make his dick twitch at little when he saw the sweet pink folds spread between her milky thighs. Tying her up so that her legs were spread far apart had been fun, and he'd almost had the urge to lick that slight wetness that he saw there... but that wasn't what he was here for.

After all, it wasn't like he was a rapist. Leave that to the sickos.

But... it was a rather tempting sight. Perhaps he'd have to do something about it... it wasn't like he was lacking for clothespins.

Breathing heavily, he got between her legs and took one of the clothespins from the small pile he'd made on her bed. Pulling on her outer labia he closed the pin over its tender fold, enjoying her shuddering scream. Decorating each lip with three clothespins he finished off with one on her clit - which did mean playing a little in her pussy to tease it out from under its hood. This gave him the most interesting reaction of all the girls he'd been with, as her pussy started to drip juices and her moans turned into a little less pain and a little more pleasure. Wide-eyed, he looked up along her body to where her pink nipples had already hardened in involuntary arousal.

Well this was certainly a surprising (and fascinating) turn of events! Not that he was going to take her arousal as a sign of "Yes", but he did like the fact that she was turned on while he was doing this devilish things to her vulnerable body. Oh yes, he liked that quite a lot.

Very excited now he straddled her body and leaned down to lick and suck on her nipples, biting gently at first and then harder. The fact that she was turned on and now obviously very much enjoying what was happening to her, whether she wanted to or not, actually made him gentler with her. He liked the idea that right now her body wanted what he was doing to it. Of course, that would probably change soon, but that's not what mattered... right now it was fun to hear her moan and feel her body curve underneath him, pressing her breasts up for more attention. This definitely called for a reward, he lavished her breasts with attention, kneading and squeezing them, sucking on her nipples and tonguing little circles all over her sensitive flesh. Hands and lips sent incredible sensations through her as he paid more attention to her breasts (and for longer) than any other man ever had. The smell of pussy filled the air as her body responded to his very skilled attentions, tingling arousal making the clothespins pinch on her lips and send pleasurable pain coursing through her.

However, the Titty Torturer eventually did get tired of just being passionate and pleasant... he wanted to have some fun now. Taking one of the clothespins he fastened it on some of the tender creamy flesh of her left globe, listening to her muffled shriek and watching her boobs flop as she tried to shake it off. Now that was really beautiful. He repeated the process on her other breast, switching back and forth as he added pin after pin, slowly working his way up to her nipples. When he got there he did have to tease them a little with his tongue to get the frightened buds to perk up, but as soon as they did they were rewarded with the tight clasp of a clothespin. Fiona shook her body, tears rolling out from underneath her sleeping mask as not one of the clothespins released their grip. The Titty Torturer just watched, admiring his handiwork. Those impressive tits were now distorted and covered in wooden pins, her nipples swollen and clamped - although not quite as tortured looking as he'd gotten Clarissa's. But the overall effect was very nice.

Reaching out he flicked a couple of the clothespins, smiling as she cried out again. Now he began the slow process of removing them, admiring the little red pinch marks that they left on her smooth skin. He left the ones on her nipples and reached for the bottle of baby oil that he'd found. Letting the clear runny liquid slash onto her tits, he pressed them together and began sliding his dick along her stomach and between her flesh.

Ohhhh....

Maybe he should start bringing his own bottle of baby oil... this was heaven... smooth, slick, warm, wet... almost just like being in a pussy. But it was a pussy made of tits. Sliding in and out of the slippery flesh he used his thumbs to flick the clothespins on her nipples, her body heaving beneath him. Oh yes... he began to get up a steady rhythm, her breasts pressing luxuriously against his turgid dick, engulfing them in satiny softness. Breathing heavily he could tell he was going to cum soon... this was one of the best experiences he'd had yet... her enjoying his touch and then turning that gentleness into torture with the pins... her pink pussy with the pins still on it... and this incredible slickness between her tits...

He thumbed the clothespins on her nipples hard enough to pop them off, and to the sound of her renewed shrieks and the wonderful sensation of her thrashing body beneath him, he let loose a torrent of cum over her breasts and neck. So many women with so many pretty pearl necklaces...

As he got dressed he looked over at her pretty pussy... it was still rather wet... and it did seem rather cruel to leave the clothespins on it. So he pulled the ones off of her lips, watching her body jerk and twitch. Contemplating the one on her clit he flicked it. She moaned. Flicked it again. More moaning and a definite bucking of the hips. Smiling, he began tugging on it gently but insistently. As her moans increased and she continued to gyrate he increased the speed and intensity of the tugging. After a few minutes his efforts were rewarded with her passionate (although muffled) cries and a flood of juices spilling from her wetness.

Leaving the pin on her clit - wanting her to know just exactly what he'd been doing with her body - he untied one of her hands. Fiona was still lying prone on the bed when he left the room and several minutes passed before she took off her sleeping mask and began to untie herself.

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That night the Titty Torturer reflected on his best experience yet... he'd had no idea how much fun it was to make the girls enjoy it for awhile and even cum at the end! Definitely something to try again

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