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  ‘Yes,’ said Roger. ‘But I think we should at least let her try it on to be certain.’

  They went in search of a consultant to get Alice professionally measured. Having eventually found one by the knickers, the prim middle-aged store assistant led them to a curtained fitting room.

  ‘This gentleman needs to approve the purchase,’ smiled Uschi to the bra-fitter. ‘Can he come in to watch?’ It was a long shot but worth a try.

  ‘If that’s alright with the young lady, of course,’ interjected Roger.

  ‘I don’t mind,’ chirped Alice brightly. Anything to please on her first day in the new job.

  The woman frowned. ‘I’m sorry, but it’s against the store policy. Only women allowed.’ She swished back the curtain and led Alice into the spacious fitting area.

  Uschi sidled closely up to Roger. ‘Roger, I have an idea: do you have Skype? What’s your ID? I’ll put my phone in the breast pocket of my blouse and film the whole thing and you can watch live.’

  Roger’s erection began to throb as they quickly exchanged Skype details and Uschi initiated the video call. The sexy German disappeared into the fitting room to join the others, and Roger sought out a secluded chair among the frilly lingerie displays, put his wireless earpiece in, and settled down to watch the show.

  The shaky picture stabilised as Uschi’s animated bosom, against which her camera-phone was so tantalizingly resting, wobbled to a halt. Roger now had a clear view of Alice as she placed her handbag on a stool. The bra-fitter asked Alice to take off her top, which Alice did readily, though with some difficulty, as her ample bust proved such a jutting obstacle. Her soft breasts, bulging like muffins from unserviceably small pink silk bra cups, shook wildly as she wrestled the top over her head and tugged her long straight blonde hair through it. He heard the bra-fitter and Uschi comment on how poorly fitting the current brassiere was, and both urged her to take the thing off straight away. Roger’s heart pounded as, after a brief fumble with the presumably numerous hooks holding the back strap together, Alice snapped the garment open and the cups fell limply away. Her bare breasts were pale, delightfully wobbly globes, chubby and healthy and tight-set to form a deep natural cleavage. Bobbing on their undulating upper swells were, as Alice had described, bullet-hard, cherry-red nipples. Roger averted his eyes, terrified of the three-day backlog of sperm in his testicles which he could feel was seconds away from bursting through the floodgates and filling his underpants with its sticky liquid plentitude and the air around him with its pungent bleachy aroma. When he dared to look at the screen again, the lingerie consultant was, mercifully, obscuring Alice’s unclothed torso from view, busying herself with a measuring tape. Undercover camerawoman Uschi was shifting around, clearly attempting to give herself and thus Roger a clearer view, but the space was confined, and Roger, hunched awkwardly over his smartphone was glad of the imposed break from voyeurism for the sake of his fully loaded erection. The measuring finished, Roger heard the store assistant pronounce grandly that Alice’s actual bra size was no less than 32F, and she stood aside, once more allowing Roger to feast his depraved bosom-obsessed eyes on the quivering round F-cups in question. The consultant then left the frame, and Roger, from his furtive vantage point deep within the lace jungle of the lingerie department, looked up from the phone screen to see her emerge from the fitting room and march up and down plucking various styles of bra in Alice’s newly-determined proportions from the racks. Returning his beady eyes to the screen, he struggled with the burgeoning build-up in his groin as Uschi took a few steps closer to Alice until his smartphone’s screen was filled from side to side with a glorious close-up of his new recruit’s luscious naked breasts. How he wished there were a way to record this glorious moment for posterity so that he could drool over it in the grubby privacy of his own home, semen pumping from his twitching priapism in eternal torrents. The high-definition screen brought every detail of Alice’s breasts to life in delicious vivid detail, every goosebump of her small areolae, every delicate blue vein tracing its way around the bulbous expanses of breast in mild contrast to the creamy tone of her bare skin. Then he heard Uschi asking if she could touch them, and, following nervous reluctant acquiescence from the young blonde, Roger squirmed with perverted delight as Uschi’s olive-skinned left hand appeared in the close-up, applying a delicate grip on Alice’s left udder, fingers sinking into what they could of the soft, ample expanse of flesh, and giving the whole thing a playful wobbling jolt, the reverberation carrying over into the right breast until the entirety of Alice’s bust was a ponderous sea of creamy turmoil, her nipples a flickering scarlet blur. Uschi’s hand relinquished its jostling clutch and the camera’s point of view retreated with a hasty bounce, just in time for the shop assistant to return with her silky, lacy haul. Alice was now visible again from her head to thighs, and Roger watched with dirty glee as the consultant handed her the first bra to try on, namely the see-through number she had had her eye on and had presumably requested specifically. Once strapped in to the revealing garment, Alice turned to look at herself in the mirror. The profile thus achieved was shapely and flattering, emphasizing everything that was inherently appealing and naturally beautiful about Alice’s warm, inviting bosom. Her nipples, as expected, stood out vibrantly through the sheer mesh cups, and while Roger would have been more than happy to have her parade around the office in a skimpy white top giving pregnant Selina a run for her pokey-nippled money, the ladies assembled in the fitting room concluded swiftly that this particular bra was in Alice’s case too risqué for every day business use. So off it came, and Roger was treated to a spectacular side-on view of Alice’s bare bosom for the first time. Having only seen them full-frontal (and what a sight that had been!), he was taken aback by the actual extent to which they stood proud without sagging. Their sheer mass seemed to push them clear of her torso, and though an inch or so of the underside of each breast pressed heavily into her torso, the rest of it jutted straight forwards, curving up to each quivering bullet nipple and then sloping gracefully up to just beneath her collarbone. Alice’s breasts were so soft and wobbly, yet also dense enough to practically stick straight out in happy defiance of Newton’s laws. There was so much to take in, and Roger knew that he would now never be able to look at the young woman without picturing her naked. While turned on beyond belief at this current moment, Roger realised that the mystery and speculation as to the naked nature of his team’s proud busts was part of what kept his libido in such a perfect state of equilibrium. In affording him this instant lingering insight into the frank reality of Alice’s bosom in its unfettered, unobscured state, Uschi was actually robbing him of everything that kept his feverish sexual imagination turning over with such comforting predictability each day. He knew he was going to ejaculate with great ferocity the first chance he got, but would he ever ejaculate at the thought of Alice’s breasts again, now that the vision of their naked majesty was forever imprinted on his mind? Was this what Uschi was up to? Was she going to demystify the entire department’s busty treasures, and spoil his fun once and for all? His emotions thus confused, he looked on, helplessly transfixed, as Alice’s globular mammaries found their abundant way into the cups of a beige, padded strapless bra. Roger was surprised that they made strapless ones all the way up to her size, and indeed some concern was voiced that the bra, well-engineered though it may claim to be, would be no match for Alice’s bosom. And so, at Uschi’s behest, Alice found herself simulating all sorts of daily activities which would be certain to eventually dislodge those heaving creamy orbs from the sturdy cups. His eyes glued to the small screen of his phone, Roger observed, spellbound, as Alice walked on the spot, stretched her arm to reach an imaginary shelf, and shimmied her shoulders to increasing extremes. And it was in a contrived scenario in which Alice, for the sake of argument imagining having stubbed her toe and hopping energetically on one foot to catch an imaginary bus, that the inevitable happened and Alice’s voluminous melon breasts wobbled and careened their w
ay one after the other completely out of the bra, the wildly jiggly centrifugal force nearly knocking the poor top-heavy blonde clean off her feet. At this, Roger felt his furiously erect penis start to emit a thin and steady stream of pre-ejaculatory fluid through his Y-fronts and along his thigh beneath his suit trousers. While mortified to be practically cumming in public, Roger was at least thankful for the pressure this involuntary release was letting off within his aching loin. On screen, the bra-buying session was entering its third act with Alice wiggling her bounteous chest into the cups of a white lacy balconette number and this one, for Goldilocks Alice, was just right. Neither hopping, skipping, bouncing nor shimmying could extract Alice’s domed appendages from the size F cups, and an agreement was reached between the three women that this particular brassiere not only served best to contain and control the young blonde’s abundance, but lent her upper body the most flattering and attractive hourglass form. Alice decided to take it, indeed to keep it on and wear it out of the shop. The bra-fitting lady snipped off the price tag, Alice stretched her turquoise top tautly back over her snugly-encased bust, and Roger, realising that the group of women was about to emerge from behind the curtain, disconnected the Skype call, delicately adjusted the angle of the overwrought erection in his pants, and rose to join the party at the lingerie department checkout desk.

  ‘Roger, sorry that took so long,’ beamed Uschi. ‘You must have been so bored!’

  ‘I managed to occupy myself,’ replied Roger.

  Uschi gestured to the uninterrupted line of Alice’s newly rearranged bosom. ‘So, what do you think of Alice’s boobs now, Roger? Money well spent?’ Alice posed theatrically, thrusting forth her bust with a mixture of pride and slight embarrassment.

  ‘The bra certainly makes a difference,’ said Roger, enjoying the rare opportunity to direct his attention to a busty woman’s chest with such candour. ‘I couldn’t possibly comment on the breasts themselves though, of course.’ He cleared his throat nervously.

  ‘Who’s paying for this,’ asked the prim lingerie consultant with a poorly-concealed air of distaste at the curious scene that was unfolding here at the till.

  ‘That would be me,’ said Roger, and took from his wallet not the corporate credit card but his own: there was no way he would want to have to explain this particular purchase to head office. The price ran to an exorbitant eighty pounds. Roger was by no means a wealthy man – his career had stalled on account of his team’s average performance, which in turn was principally the result of his recruiting staff on the basis of their prominent bosoms rather than their ability to do their jobs, and as such he had been passed over in various promotion rounds. So eighty pounds was a lot of money for him, and what was more he suspected that simple extortion was the least of his worries as the victim of Uschi’s sexual blackmail efforts.

  Back in the office, Roger assigned Alice to a couple of hours shadowing Susan. He then turned to see Uschi standing in the meeting room doorway, beckoning him thither with a wiggling finger.

  ‘Don’t do that,’ said Roger, having joined her in the room and hastily closed the door behind them. ‘They’ll think we’re... up to something.’

  Uschi sat, then swung her legs, shapely in dark brown tights, onto the table. ‘Oh but we are up to something, Roger,’ she said with a throaty chuckle. ‘We’re getting all the girls’ bra sizes!’ She took in his pale, sweaty demeanour and pouted with fake sympathy. ‘Aren’t you pleased? You’re getting what you always wanted. The first one for your spreadsheet, and what a catch! 32F! Impressive, no? And now you even know what those big bouncy jugs look like naked! It’s your lucky day!’

  ‘Keep your voice down,’ snarled Roger. ‘What you did today was worse than anything I’ve ever done! I never spied on any of you naked! I respected your privacy!’

  ‘You rummaged through my desk and read my sports bra label!’

  ‘The desk is company property, you shouldn’t be keeping your personal belongings in there in the first place. I’m your manager, I can even read all your emails if I want!’

  ‘You’ll like the ones I send to my boyfriend,’ purred Uschi. ‘I talk about my tits all the time.’

  ‘Stop it!’ fumed Roger.

  ‘However bad it may have been for me to film Alice getting her tits out, all you had to do was end that Skype call. But you didn’t. You stayed on till the end.’

  She had him there. Roger simply stared back at his tormentor, enraged.

  Uschi smiled. ‘You watched, and you enjoyed it.’

  ‘I most certainly did not, I felt terrible for the poor girl.’

  ‘So you stayed entirely unaroused.’

  ‘Yes, quite so.’

  ‘You didn’t cum in your pants? No precum? Not even a boner when I made her jiggle those huge creamy titties out of that strapless bra?’

  ‘Nothing of the sort.’ Roger’s heart pounded, and he felt a bead of sweat trickle down the side of his forehead.

  ‘So,’ Uschi swung her legs back down from the table and rose slowly from the chair to her high-heeled feet, her bust swaying casually beneath her dark blouse. ‘If I were to examine your cock now, I would find it dry, flaccid, and shrivelled?’ She locked the meeting room door, then took a step towards him where he stood.

  ‘Now look here...’ Roger wished that these circumstances would cause the erection with which he was still encumbered to wilt a little, but if anything he felt himself throb even harder as the cruel, sexy young German swung her hips exotically in his direction.

  Uschi looked deep into his panicked eyes. ‘I’m willing to bet that you’ve been rock hard since you first saw Alice’s bare titties. And if you’re not still dealing with a perverted boner it’s because you fucking jizzed your pants. I’m going to pull down those pants now, and if I find either an erection, or a gallon of fresh jizz, then I won’t trust a word you say about your good intentions.’

  And with that, she dropped to one knee, yanked open Roger’s belt and, before the breast-obsessed manager knew what was going on, his pants were halfway down his thighs and out twanged his raging purple erection, slapping the startled Uschi stickily and noisily on the chin, lips and nose on its way up to its full priapic height. Uschi stumbled backwards and landed with a soft thud on her bottom. She looked up at her obscenely aroused manager, his thick, rigid erection a vivid deep maroon, sprouting from beneath the hem of his shirt, a sticky, translucent curtain of pre-ejaculate draping generously from its twitching helmet to the gusset of the threadbare Y-fronts that stretched between his knees.

  ‘Happy now?’ he snapped.

  For a moment, Uschi was speechless.

  ‘Oh, I suppose you were imagining some tiny cock, were you?’

  Uschi surveyed the column of engorged gristle that throbbed rudely before her, still lost for words. Focusing her mind on her anger at Roger once more, she wiped the pre-ejaculatory fluid from her lower face with the back of her hand and gave a hollow laugh. ‘Ha! Look at all that cum. You jizzed your pants, just like I said.’

  ‘Look at this boner!’ Roger protested. ‘Look how huge my balls are! All this stuff is just pre-cum. If I’d jizzed my pants then trust me there would be a lot more mess than this.’

  ‘Mein Gott,’ Uschi said in disgust, clambering to her feet and slumping back onto the chair, her eyes darting back and forth between Roger’s erection and his livid face. ‘You spend every day like this?’

  ‘What of it!’ fumed Roger.

  ‘You stare at our tits, your cock hard in your pants, then you go home and, what? You jerk off?’

  ‘What would you rather I did? Shoot my load here at work?’

  ‘Would it stop you perving the girls?’

  Roger shrugged. ‘I suppose so. Temporarily anyway.’

  ‘Do it then,’ said Uschi angrily.

  ‘Wh-what... now?’

  ‘Yes! Here, now, in this room, in front of me so I can be sure you’ve done it.’

  ‘I will most certainly not!’ retorted Roge
r, his face as reddened and furious as his erect penis.

  Uschi placed her palms on the table, looked Roger on the eye, and spoke calmly and slowly. ‘Roger. You know what? I like you. I like working for you, and I like my colleagues. I don’t want any of this to end, except for one thing: we are going to put a stop to this terrible voyeuristic obsession you have with our tits. They’re just tits Roger, it’s absurd. I am going to help you find all the bra sizes you want, help you to resolve as many of these fantasies as we can, you can spunk yourself dry, and then, hopefully, you will realise how ridiculous this is and we can all get on with our lives. Do we have an understanding?’

  Roger said nothing.

  ‘I said: do we have an understanding?’

  Roger rolled his eyes and quietly said yes.

  ‘Now, for fuck’s sake, cum.’

  ‘I can’t just cum on command,’ protested Roger.

  ‘Just think about Alice’s tits! Sarah’s tits!’

  ‘It doesn’t work like that! What do you think I do all day? I think about tits constantly, but I still manage to not spunk my pants. I’m not a teenager.’

  ‘Oh whatever,’ Uschi slapped the table in exasperation. ‘If I have to do this myself, I’ll do it myself.’ And with that, Uschi rose to her feet, strode over to stand next to Roger and, to the semi-naked middle-manager’s astonishment, wrapped her fingers around his raging erection and began to stroke it with deft, German efficiency.

  ‘Oh Christ,’ croaked Roger, his head swimming.

  ‘First handjob, Roger?’

  Roger closed his eyes and nodded.

  ‘Never had a girlfriend?’ Up and down her hand went the length of his horn, its path lubricated by the copious supply of pre-ejaculate.

  Roger shook his head.

  ‘Well no wonder you’re such a fucking pervert. Perhaps it will be easier than I thought to fix you.’ Uschi continued her slow masturbation of Roger’s engorged, solid member. Her voice dropped to a kindly, soothing sing-song. ‘That’s it... just keep thinking about tits. Think about Alice’s big jiggling ones, how they bounced around when she jogged on the spot for you. How about Selina, last week, when those big pregnant nipples of hers slipped out of her bra... I bet you liked that, didn’t you. I bet you love the way Vanessa never wears a bra in the first place, fucking French bitch with her huge perfect tits! Or Susan, or Sarah, or Kathrin, with those tight tops and deep cleavages, bouncing around the office... come on Roger, let it all out.’