The Tittty Torturer Ch. 05

The Titty Torturer's dick was rock hard even when he was breaking in. Just the thought of this girl made his balls tighten and his dick stand at eager attention... she was perfect, the best specimen he'd ever seen. 5'7", 25 years old, brown curly hair and dark eyes, slim figure but with the most amazing breasts he'd ever seen. Even bigger than Crystal and Clarissa's. Large, round, firm and hanging like seductive fruit off her body, it had taken all his control not to just run to her and bury his face in those gorgeous mounds of soft flesh. Her name was Lori and he was halfway in love with her already.

She didn't sleep naked but it was simplicity in and of itself to get her tied up and then begin cutting off her clothes... unlike the girls before her he cut off her top and her bottom. Fuck... she was fucking beautiful. For the first time he felt like he really wanted this one to be good... she was just so incredibly gorgeous... and 38EE's!!!! How many times does a man come across those on such a slim figure? Rather than slowly awakening her with stroking as he had before, he buried his face in those gorgeous mounds, waking her with the fondling and sucking of her breast flesh. The startled girl came awake with the gag in her mouth, her breasts being bounced around her chest as he sucked and massaged with fervor. His dick trailed along her smooth thigh as he lay completely on her body in order to really get full access to those fluffy twin pillows, pink nubby nipples popping out. Moving his lower body he could feel the skin of her thigh as he rubbed it with his dick, for the first time really wanting to not search for any objects of torment but just to bury himself in her globes of soft, firm flesh.

It was quite awhile before he managed to tear himself away from those creamy mounds, and by the time he did she was heaving beneath him as well and her breasts were covered in love bites, nipples hard and dark pink with all the attention that had been lavished on them.

Searching around her room he opened some of her drawers and the third drawer he opened held quite a shock. Ropes, whips, nipple clamps, huge dildos and vibrators, butt plugs... fuck this girl was kinky! The nipple clamps especially made his dick tingle, they were silver and looked to bite hard... he grabbed those, a long black silky rope, and a multi-strand rubber whip. Oh this was going to be fun.

The girl watched with big wide eyes, glinting with pleasure as he found her goody drawer. Approaching her he could see her pussy was wet and her face was eager, despite the items that he had chose to use on her bound body. Wrapping the rope around the base of each long breast, he soon had them popping straight up off her body, bound and slightly pinkish. But unlike when he had done this to Bree, this girl was watching avidly, enjoyment in her face and eyes, her pussy leaking even more as he wrapped her breasts up into balloons. When he put the nipple clamps on her she arched in pure delight, moaning both passionately and painfully. His dick was harder than ever at her reaction.

As he watched she wriggled her body deliberately, making her boobs flop and knock against each other... it was like waving a red flag in front of a bull.

THWACK!

Scream and shuddering as the many strands on the whip left red streaks across her breast.

THWACK!

Scream and heaving beneath him.

THWACK!

He could believe it, she actually looked like she was intensely enjoying this beating of her huge breasts.

THWACK! THWACK! THWACK!

Hitting her harder and harder he watched as her body convulsed, smugly thinking that he was finally getting somewhere. Muffled screams filled the room... but so did the smell of her juices... and then the ends of the whip began flicking against the clamps on her nipples. A few strokes to each nipple and suddenly her screams changed to a very different tune and she was shuddering beneath him.

Watching her, confused, he held the whip in the air without bringing it down, trying to figure out what was going on as she convulsed before him. When she finally opened her eyes, her giddy, ecstatic, gluttonous eyes, he realized that she'd just cum.

Dropping the whip he pulled the gag from her mouth, demanding as he did, "Did you just cum?"

She licked her lips, not answering for a moment, and then a soft voice whispered, "More... please... and fuck me..."

Groaning, his dick strained against the air as she murmured these words, he yanked the clamps from her nipples, making her scream with pain and ardor as his dick slammed into her dripping cunt. They fucked hard, her body still spread and bound as he pounded her pussy, his chest pressing painfully against her beaten breasts. As the hair on his chest rubbed forcibly against her battered tits she started cumming again, her tight pussy gripping him like a vise as she screamed her passion, shuddering beneath him. The intensity of the whole evening made him cum before he wanted to, spending himself in her gripping pussy... and while that was wonderful it wasn't exactly what he wanted.

"Damn..." he panted on top of her, disappointed that he hadn't been able to spray those gorgeous tits with his fluid.

"What?" she asked, nuzzling the ear that was next to her lips.

"I wanted to cum on your tits." He accepted the caress of her lips, liking the way her chest squished against him and the fact that she didn't seem to be interested in screaming or accusing him of rape.

"Oh." her lips paused and then he felt them curve in a smile, "When then get that gorgeous dick up to my mouth and I'll suck you hard again... only," he looked down at her as he hastily moved into position, brown eyes looked up at him mischievously, "Whip them some more first..."

He shoved his already hardening dick into her mouth.

That night he not only fucked her tits, he fucked her mouth, her pussy again, her ass... he whipped her tits, her ass and her spread cunt, and through out it all she begged for more. The next morning he woke, realizing that he was still in her bed. Slightly panicked he began to pull away and get up, ready to run.

Hands held him back, "Don't go," she purred, "I wasn't done with you yet." Hesitantly, he got back into bed with her. Hesitation took a hike off a cliff as she pressed her sore tits into his face, her hands busy on his morning wood.

The Titty Torturer had finally found a woman who liked to have her titties tortured as much as he liked to torture them.

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A year later at their wedding Lori's maid of honor, Clarissa, couldn't help but feel that she'd met the groom somewhere before, even though she was sure she'd never seen his face until her friend had introduced them. Trying to shake off the feeling, she turned back to the reverend, ignoring the feel of the groom's eyes on the clothe spread tightly across her large breasts.

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