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  ‘Uschi,’ sighed Roger, shuffling out of his trousers to strip down to a heavily tented and sticky pair of underpants, ‘Your breasts turn me on like crazy. I’m going to go off like a fire hydrant. There’s not just going to be cum over both your breasts, it’s going to spurt out over and over again, layer after layer.’

  ‘Hmm,’ said Uschi, recognizing that Roger was probably right. ‘What do you suggest?’

  ‘Maybe if you pulled the left bra cup down and tucked it under your bust, then my cum would be spread partly over the right bra cup and partly over your naked left breast?’

  Uschi gave a low chuckle. ‘Nice try Roger, but you don’t get to see my tits naked that easily!’ She grabbed a handful of paper tissues from the box conveniently and unsubtly positioned on Roger’s bedside table. ‘I’ll cover the left cup with this. Remember, one straight line of cum horizontally over the cup.’

  Roger pulled his precum-drenched underpants down releasing his erection with a shudder. The first rope of cum sailed straight over Uschi’s prostrate body to land on the floor next to the bed before Roger could even grab himself to control his aim. The second, still hands-free, draped itself across the width of Uschi’s bust, drawing a thick silver line across the right bra cup as planned. Roger managed to grab his ejaculating erection in time to divert the remaining few jets of viscous semen onto, variously, Uschi’s face, arm, and quivering upper bosom.

  ‘Roger!’ she fumed through a sticky mouthful of sperm. ‘What the fuck!’

  ‘It was all I could do not to get it all on the bra!’ protested Roger as he sank, panting, down onto the bed.

  Uschi carefully lifted the sperm-covered layers of tissue from the left bra cup, which had indeed acted as a stencil as planned. She wiped the thick pools of the stuff from her mouth and chest with another handful of tissues. ‘This is a crazy amount of cum, Roger,’ she muttered. ‘You going to be able to go again?’

  Roger closed his eyes and nodded in breathless silence.

  ‘Well, the next stain we need is the zigzag on the underside of the same cup.’ Uschi got to her knees on the bed to face Roger. ‘I’m going to start jiggling, jizz when you’re ready.’

  And with that, Uschi set her bare olive-tanned shoulders into a sensuous, slow gyrating shimmy. Roger, groggy, gazed in awe at the two dense orbs as they careened and slammed into one another within the black bra. He drew himself up to kneel opposite Uschi on the duvet, his semi-erection jutting out horizontally from beneath his shirt, the glistening opening at its tip gaping dumbly like a goldfish’s mouth.

  ‘Hurry up, Roger,’ said the breast-jiggling German. ‘Surely this must be turning you on?’

  Roger took his semi-erect penis in his right hand and started stroking it, his stare fixed on the jostling breasts before him. ‘Very much so,’ he said, picking up the pace and feeling his girth expand between his palm and fingers until he was, once more, painfully erect.

  Uschi, still jiggling calmly, smiled. ‘Impressive recovery time, Roger,’ she noted. ‘Let’s hope your aim is as good!’

  ‘I... I just want to see them!’ wailed Roger pathetically, rubbing his erection with increasing desperation as he surveyed Uschi’s expert breast-shimmy.

  ‘No, Roger, no!’ Uschi’s eyes gleamed with cruel delight. ‘Maybe someday soon, but not now. I need to keep that cock of yours hungry for all the other girls’ big boobs first.’

  With a grunt, Roger unloaded. He gasped as a succession of painful wads erupted from his tightly-gripped penis. Semen, as rich and creamy as the fluid he had ejaculated only minutes previously, zig-zagged its way not only over the left cup of the bra, but over the right cup, then then the left cup again, until the entire bra was criss-crossed with wild scribbles of sperm. What didn’t hit the bra sprawled in long strands along the upper bare reaches of Uschi’s chest, as far as her collarbone. ‘Oh dear,’ moaned Roger as Uschi let her breasts sway to a disappointed halt. ‘Oh dear, I... I’m sorry Uschi, I got it everywhere.’

  ‘Yes, I can see that,’ said Uschi dryly, clambering off the bed. ‘We’ll just have to start again. I’ll get one of the spare bras.’ With a shrug at Roger, she left the bedroom to change.

  Half an hour later, Uschi had inspired yet two more ejaculations from her by now very pale manager, one horizontally across the left cup of her bra, another jiggling zigzag just beneath it.

  ‘Congratulations,’ said Uschi, looking down at the forged stains with a nod of approval. ‘How are you holding up?’

  ‘I don’t think I can do another,’ wheezed Roger, placing a hand on his racing heartbeat.

  ‘But we still need a dribble of cum down the right cup of the bra,’ urged Uschi. She looked at Roger’s flagging penis as it lolled, thick and reddened, against his hairy thigh.

  ‘Tomorrow,’ said Roger. ‘Please.’

  ‘I can’t come round here every night, Roger, I have a life,’ scolded Uschi. Then her frown turned to a mischievous smile. ‘But I have an idea. Instead of wanking onto my bra again, why don’t we do it with a titfuck?’

  Roger looked up, first into Uschi’s cleavage, then into her dark brown eyes. ‘A titfuck?’

  Uschi nodded eagerly, and flicked through the photos on her smartphone to a close-up of the stain in question. ‘Look how this dribble of semen crawls down the cup. She must have had jizz all over the tops of her tits which then crawled its way down over the bra. I’ve never given a titfuck wearing a bra, for exactly that reason, but now’s the perfect chance to try. What do you think, Roger? Would titfucking me in this bra make you cum one last time?’

  ‘Oh yes,’ said Roger in giddy disbelief. He felt an excruciating surge in his groin as blood returned yet again to his raw penis, and the fifth erection of the night started to brew.

  ‘Great!’ Uschi got off the bed and grabbed some paper tissues to stencil off the parts of the bra that were already sufficiently sperm-stained, then got to her knees with her back to the bedroom wall. ‘Now come here Roger, and stick that cock of yours up my tight cleavage, and fuck it till you cum.’

  In a daze, Roger obeyed. As he approached her on numb, unsteady feet, Uschi rose on her knees so that her chest was roughly in line with Roger’s engorged genitals.

  ‘I see the thought of a titfuck has revived you,’ she noted, as Roger’s erection rose autonomously with a series of unsteady jerks and twitches, a thick scarlet bulbous-headed banana rising obscenely from under the work shirt he still hadn’t taken off.

  Roger was still a virgin. He had often wondered whether nerves would get the better of him if and when he ever had his first time with a woman. Whether this even counted as a first time was debatable, but regardless he was so overcome with lust for Uschi’s firm bosom that performance anxiety wasn’t an issue. And so it was a rock-hard, supremely confident erection that nudged against the inch of cleavage beneath the band of the black bra and slowly penetrated its way up the tight channel of Uschi’s cleavage. Roger had never felt anything so blissful in his life. Uschi’s breasts looked like they would feel cold and hard, but the flesh that enveloped his fervent erection was soft and smooth, the passage eased by the lubrication provided by Roger’s copious production of pre-ejaculate en route. Eventually the purple throbbing head of his penis re-emerged, blinking, into daylight, nestled between the domed upper slopes of Uschi’s olive bust.

  ‘That’s it, Roger,’ said Uschi quietly. ‘Now just fuck my cleavage, in and out.’

  Steadying himself against the wall behind Uschi with the palms of his hands, Roger leaned forward and allowed his hips to rock back and forth, gingerly at first, then more confidently. The strap between the bra cups rubbed up and down the veiny top of his shaft while the inner walls of Uschi’s tender breasts massaged its sides. Roger was now glad of the fact that he’d already ejaculated four times, because in his thoroughly spent condition he was able to enjoy a state of arousal which, while highly uncomfortable in its overwrought way, afforded him a prolonged level of stamina he would otherwise never
have been able to enjoy.

  And so it was that, several minutes later, he was still basking in the heavenly sensation of rhythmically penetrating Uschi’s accommodating cleavage beneath the decoy brassiere. Uschi, meanwhile, was growing impatient. ‘Are you nearly there, Roger?’ she inquired.

  ‘I don’t know,’ said Roger sleepily. ‘I’m still very hard.’

  ‘So am I,’ said Uschi.

  ‘Eh?’

  ‘My nipples, I mean. They’re like rocks under this bra.’

  This piece of information, though entirely untruthful, had the desired effect on Roger, whose exquisitely tortured erection spat forth its final painful ropes of sperm, giving Uschi a thick pearl necklace.

  ‘Christ!’ croaked Roger, his eyes bulging as he withdrew his tender penis from between Uschi’s breasts. ‘Oh Christ Uschi. That was incredible. Agonizing, but incredible.’

  Uschi stood, slowly, looking down onto her bosom as sperm crept down her throat and onto her left breast, toward the edge of the bra cup. Roger handed her some more tissues which she used to wipe off any excess, leaving one lone dribble to make its glutinous way down Uschi’s jutting slope until it painted a perfect forgery of Sarah’s own stain vertically down toward the protruding summit. ‘Perfect!’ she said.

  Roger slumped back onto the bed, where he passed out until the alarm clock brought him back to abrupt consciousness. Uschi was, unsurprisingly, gone. The night’s sleep had proven restorative, and his erection raged vertically upward from beneath the shirt he was still wearing. His testicles felt sore but heavy, no longer the wrinkly, withered things he had fallen asleep with.

  Breakfast was more substantial than usual, two boiled eggs, and it was nursing a still-awkward morning glory erection that he arrived at the office, where Uschi herself had beaten him to arrive first.

  ‘Sleep well?’ she said.

  ‘Like a log,’ said Roger. Although it was just the two of them in the office, he lowered his voice. Walls have ears. ‘Did you get everything you needed?’

  ‘Yes,’ said Uschi. ‘I let myself out, as you were comatose. When I got home I washed the bra...’

  ‘You washed it?’ spluttered Roger. ‘After all that work?’

  ‘Relax! I put it through the washing machine so the stains would fade the way they are on Sarah’s bra. I dried it overnight, now I’m wearing it to give it a bit of worn realism.’

  ‘You’re going to wear it to the gym? Won’t she see?’

  ‘I’ll change into mine in the girls’ toilets before we go. It’s all figured out. Here, have a look, see what you think.’ Uschi looked around to make sure no-one was coming, and unbuttoned her brown blouse to reveal the fiendishly-modified undergarment housing her sizeable breasts.

  Roger looked at Uschi’s cleavage for a few seconds, picturing his furious erection disappearing and reappearing from within it. It almost seemed like it had been a dream. Then, finally, he turned his attention to the stains, faintly evident but convincingly aged through the laundering process. ‘It looks the part. Indistinguishable from the real thing.’

  ‘But quite a bit smaller,’ winked Uschi. ‘This afternoon you’re going to get your hands on Sarah’s real bra, get her true size for your dirty little spreadsheet, and with any luck you’ll get to see those bouncy pale titties for real. And you’re going to cum over them for the last time.’

  Roger’s erection wilted somewhat at the bitter-sweet finality of this prospect, and made his way to his desk while Uschi buttoned herself up and the bell of the elevator signalled the gradual arrival of the remaining team members.

  The usual fodder for what would usually be Roger’s post-work masturbatory fantasies unfolded throughout the morning. Alice quietly reiterated her gratitude for the new brassiere, clearly believing Uschi’s assurance to her on Monday that Roger was “one of the girls”, perhaps even gay, and thus an unthreatening confidante. She said the bra had changed her posture, and even her gait, and that her self-esteem had been boosted no end. Further length was added to Roger’s burgeoning erection when Susan absent-mindedly reached into her left bra cup to adjust an uncomfortable breast, setting her entire chest into jostling undulations. Kathrin was in big-breasted mode today, especially so when Roger glanced up to the be met with the sight of the slender German stretching, arching her back and thrusting her round, solid breasts out as far as they would go, stretching a ribbed grey roll-neck sweater to its limits, the knit at the jutting peaks of her shapely bust thinning to give a glimpse of a red bra beneath. The colour choice in the lingerie only served to heighten the erotic thrill of the stolen voyeuristic moment. Sarah was in her gym-day strapless tube top, some semblance of professional dignity maintained by the beige cardigan covering her shoulders, but it was unbuttoned down to just beneath her ample bosom, and a vast amount of pale Irish-cream upper breast bloomed nakedly for all to see, her nipples only just tucked away from view. His erection lurched hungrily as the thought of Uschi’s bra-swapping scheme crossed his mind. Her own bra seemed small enough as it was, if Uschi’s scheme worked and Sarah could indeed be duped into wearing the laboriously cloned mini-equivalent, then the afternoon would have quite a treat in store for him. Vanessa, meanwhile, was giving the other busty girls a run for their money, her oversized mammaries a blur of wobbling motion under what could only be described as a camisole, as she paced the office shaking a bottle of juice. The lace-trimmed garment, which any other woman would have considered lingerie but for the sultry Frenchwoman clearly constituted acceptable office wear, began tucked tightly into the waistband of her skinny-fit jeans, but the sheer inertia of her rounded, shapely bosom as it danced to the rhythm of her bottle-shaking yanked the hem clear, exposing a flat stomach. Uschi pointed this out to her, and the young woman’s subsequent attempt to stretch her top back down into her jeans nearly pulled the neckline down beyond the dizzy pinnacles of her breasts, and it was only because her puffed nipples snagged on the lace that she managed to preserve what little remained of her modesty. Selina was frumpily covered up in a baggy sweater, presumably still rather self-conscious about her milk-swollen torpedo-bosom after she had vanquished her last bra in that recent nipple-flaunting misadventure. She wasn’t saying much today.

  Uschi and Sarah announced at noon that they were departing for the gym and, breasts skipping jauntily, they headed for the elevators with their kits. It was over to Uschi now to see the plan through.

  In the company canteen Roger was picking over a salad trying to identify the ingredients when Susan approached his table with her tray.

  ‘Mind if I join you?’ she said in her Canadian drawl.

  Roger smiled and pointed a fork to the empty chair opposite. His erection smarted as Susan stooped to sit and in leaning forward provided an expansive view down her dress at the dark bumpy tops of her areolae that peeped over the lacy edges of her silky cream bra cups beneath, while her udders sloshed hither and thither. Roger’s eyes snapped back up to eye contact just in time for Susan to look back.

  The two sat in easy silence for a moment taking mouthfuls of food, then Roger spoke up. ‘Is Selina okay? She seems rather quiet today.’

  ‘I’m glad you noticed,’ replied Susan in a low voice. ‘I spoke to her in the ladies’ restroom earlier. Although she laughed it off at the time, she’s still very embarrassed about... nipplegate.’

  Roger’s priapism stirred. ‘Nipplegate?’

  ‘I find it hard to believe you’ve forgotten,’ said Susan with a crafty smirk. ‘She’s pregnant, and keeps outgrowing her bras, leading to all sorts of wardrobe malfunctions. It must be mortifying. So, she’s decided not to bother with them for the foreseeable future.’

  ‘Without what?’

  ‘Bras,’ whispered Susan. ‘She’s doing a Vanessa today.’

  ‘Is that wise?’

  Susan leaned in, squashing her cleavage against the edge of the canteen table. ‘That’s what I said. In her condition, shouldn’t she be, y’know, getting all the support she can get. But she sa
id that apart from the fact that she can’t afford to keep buying new ones, her...’ Instead of uttering the word out loud in the office canteen, Susan placed knife and fork on the table and hefted her own breasts by way of illustration which, Roger thought, was if anything far more conspicuous. ‘Her things are so firm she feels like she’s wearing a bra all the time anyway. So I guess she’s feeling a bit strange coming to work like that.’

  ‘I suppose if no-one remarks on it or gives her cause to feel uncomfortable then in time it will feel perfectly normal for her,’ said Roger.

  Susan nodded. ‘I wondered,’ she said through a mouthful of pasta, ‘if we all did it... go braless... she’d feel better.’

  ‘Oh?’ Roger’s ears pricked up. His prick pricked up, too.

  ‘But on reflection it might seem like we were making fun of her, so I thought perhaps that’s not such a good idea.’

  Roger wanted to argue, but worried this might seem too desperate an attempt to unfetter his employees’ assets for his own personal entertainment, so instead he just nodded and turned his attention back to an unidentified piece of vegetable.

  Having made it back to his desk with a newspaper held strategically in front of his still tented groin, Roger kept an eye out for Uschi and Sarah. Everyone else except Selina was still on their break. He watched furtively as Selina stood and placed her hands on her lower back. She was still in very early pregnancy and the only evidence was her glowing complexion, a little extra fullness in her elfin face, and her two immensely engorged breasts. The baggy sweater which was clearly intended to shroud her burgeoning mammary glands in shapelessness was doing a very poor job if it, for though it hung loosely around her neck and down her arms, her breasts surged, expansive, firm, and skyward-pointing, with gravity-defying clarity beneath the knit. Now armed with the knowledge that her breasts were achieving this extraordinary feat completely unaided by lingerie, Roger felt his testicles boil and erection stiffen to the point that a full, lengthy ejaculation may strike at any second. Thankfully Selina sat down again and returned to her work.