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  The elevator pinged. Uschi emerged, hair tied back, gym bag slung over her shoulder. ‘Sarah’s on her way,’ she explained to Roger. She gave him a subtle wink.

  A few minutes later the elevator bell rang again and the doors opened to reveal Sarah, gym kit in hand, her brow furrowed with concern as she adjusted her boob-tube with her other hand.

  ‘Still feel wrong, Sarah?’ asked Uschi with a convincing display of concern for her colleague’s well-being. ‘I’ll find that deep heat gel I told you about, it’s in my desk here. Maybe you’re just a bit burnt out from the running.’

  Sarah gave a stiff smile back and placed her gym bag by the coat hangers. As usual she had left the cardigan in her bag while she cooled off post-workout, but her posture was hunched as she crossed the office space to the pool of desks where the team sat together.

  Uschi reached into her bag and took out a large padded envelope and handed it to Roger. ‘Roger, this is for you,’ she said. ‘It arrived from the Frankfurt office by internal post.’

  ‘Ah, Uschi, thank-you,’ acted Roger, taking the envelope.

  Then, Uschi took the tube of deep heat gel from her desk drawer, and whispered to Roger, ‘And this is for you, too. Watch.’ With a twirl she stood again and tossed the tube into the air towards where Sarah was standing fidgeting with her bra strap. ‘Sarah! Catch!’

  Taken by surprise, Sarah’s arms flew up instinctively to catch the thrown item as it tumbled above her head. And, in this sudden physical commotion, the tube top – also a sized-down decoy – gave up the fight against Sarah’s chest and snapped downwards elastically, yanking the black bra down with it.

  Roger’s mouth fell open as Sarah’s breasts tumbled, stark naked, into view as she caught the tube of deep heat gel with both hands. Nude, they looked even bigger than they did clothed, soft ripe pale globes the size of honeydew melons and the stiff, wobbly texture of set jelly. Having been pulled downward by the disappearing tube top and bra, they rebounded back up to shoulder height, slammed into one another, then rebounded again back outwards and from there started to follow their own jiggly orbits, all the while her nipples, girly pink nubs set atop smooth goose-bumped penny-sized areolae, danced high and giddy on their upper slopes.

  This was too much for Roger’s genitals, which proceeded to pump gallons of thick warm gloop into his underpants while Roger himself gasped in barely-concealed ecstasy. Luckily Selina, the only other person in the office at this point, was too distracted by the display of bouncy toplessness to care about or notice Roger’s reaction.

  Sarah screamed and attempted with difficulty to place an arm across both errant breasts, then dropped to her knees to hide behind the desk partition.

  ‘Oh my goodness, Sarah!’ cried Uschi. ‘I’ll get Roger out of the way while you change. Come on, Roger.’

  She ushered him brusquely out of his chair and, grabbing the padded envelope from his desk, pushed him towards the small meeting room at the back where she closed the door behind them.

  Roger clutched the meeting room table to steady himself. His knees buckled.

  ‘Well?’ Uschi’s eyes sparkled. ‘What do you think of Sarah’s tits? Were they everything you hoped?’

  Roger cringed as another spasm hit.

  ‘You came?’ Uschi said in disbelief. ‘Let’s see. Open your trousers.’

  With trembling fingers, Roger unbuckled his belt and pulled down trousers and underpants as one. A static waterfall of semen stretched from penis and testicles down to the his underwear at his knees. ‘Unngghhh,’ he grunted, as his erection flailed and issued forth another eruption, then another, the first hitting Uschi in her pretty face, the second targeting her low-cut cleavage with remarkable accuracy.

  Uschi took a hasty couple of steps back to avoid the risk of getting any on her clothes. ‘Fuck, Roger, you’re still cumming!’ she marvelled, and grabbed tissues from the box to wipe herself off. ‘And frankly I’m not surprised, Sarah’s titties are quite something, aren’t they? So round and pale, so big and bouncy... Oh Roger, you’re still hard! Here, open this.’ She pushed the padded envelope across the desk.

  Roger reached over and took the envelope, tearing it open. He emptied it onto the table. It was Sarah’s bra, the real one.

  ‘Go on,’ urged Uschi. ‘It’s all yours now. Do what you want.’

  Roger fumbled with sweaty fascination for the label.

  ‘And?’ Uschi leaned closer.

  ‘Thirty-six E,’ said Roger.

  Uschi fluttered her hands together in applause. ‘Wunderbar! Now wank over it. Go on, you’ve earned it I think.’

  Needing no further encouragement, Roger took his still hard, still furious erection in his hand and masturbated furiously until, mere seconds later, his testicles released a second batch of pent-up sperm. Now free of the need to do so with pinpoint accuracy, Roger allowed the eruptions to spray liberally all over the cups of the bra.

  ‘Yes,’ breathed Uschi, ‘Excellent... imagine those are Sarah’s tits. Imagine she let you cum all over them while they bounce and jiggle, all pale and naked...’

  Finally, Roger was spent. Semen was everywhere, on Uschi, on Sarah’s bra, the table, the floor, stretched like molten cheese between Roger’s genitals and thighs.

  ‘So!’ said Uschi. ‘Two pairs of breasts down, four to go. Five if you count mine.’

  Chapter Four

  Serendipity elected the next team member for Uschi to work on in her campaign to demystify her colleagues’ breasts in the mind of leering middle-manager Roger Addington when her fellow German colleague Kathrin Fischer was summoned, alongside the two of them, to three days of training at Frankfurt headquarters.

  ‘OK, so we have a few options,’ Uschi said to Roger in a quiet corner of the London office canteen on the day before departure.

  ‘Enlighten me,’ said Roger, picking glumly at a microwaved lasagne. The now-familiar feeling of lust and dread which prefigured one of Uschi’s schemes engulfed him. He would never be able to look surreptitiously at Alice or Sarah’s breasts again. It was the creative part of his sexual fantasy that drove his libido and kept it in perfect equilibrium. He now acknowledged this, and that Uschi knew him all too well.

  ‘There’s a lingerie store in the Terminal 5 departures lounge. We could persuade Kathrin to get fitted there, you could overhear it... I don’t know.’ Uschi wrinkled her nose and dismissed her own idea straight away with the wave of a teaspoon. Some Greek yoghurt flew from it in the process and spattered lightly between the top two open buttons of her dark blouse and onto an exposed upper slope of breast. She left it there, the creamy white substance in striking contrast to her olive-gold Bavarian skin, and smiled at the attention it drew from Roger, who stopped mid-mouthful to gaze with unconcealed desire at the sight which so vividly (but far less copiously) recalled the decorative ejaculatory compliment with which his grateful regenerative organs had so jubilantly festooned those very same breasts in recent memory. ‘You may stare, Roger, we have no secrets now. But perhaps not here.’

  Roger cleared his throat, returned his attention to food and conversation, and chipped in with an idea of his own. ‘We could fix it so that you and Kathrin share a hotel room in Frankfurt, then you go through her things, find out her bra size and tell me?’

  ‘We could, yes, but I could find out all the girls’ bra sizes very easily myself and just tell you, and that would defeat the purpose. To cure you I need you to purge fully, and nothing makes you cum harder than the thrill of finding out for yourself. Rummaging through our underwear to read our bra labels, before finally seeing our big bare bosoms in the flesh. That’s what I need to organise, just a little help to create these voyeuristic circumstances.’

  The two sat in silent contemplation for a moment, then Uschi looked up again, a twinkle in her dark eyes and a smile spreading slowly across her plump lips. ‘I have an idea.’

  At Heathrow departures, Roger spotted Uschi and Kathrin checking in their suitcases, and made his way t
o the back of the queue with his own, giving the two colleagues a wave as they milled about with their boarding passes. Roger glanced at Uschi’s bust as it wobbled in a manner more animated than was customary beneath her pale blue blouse, and realised she had put her plan into effect.

  ‘Hey Roger,’ Uschi said, her unsteadily protruding chest leading the way toward him, Kathrin following a few steps behind. When they got closer, Uschi lowered her voice so as not to be overheard by the others in the queue in front of Roger. ‘So, what do you think? Too obvious?’

  ‘Is what too obvious?’ Roger wasn’t sure what he was meant to say.

  ‘My chest without a bra,’ Uschi elaborated quietly. ‘I’m following the new flight safety regulations, but I’m worried my boobs bounce too much. But if you didn’t notice, then I guess I needn’t be worried. Don’t want to be causing car crashes or poking people’s eyes out!’

  ‘What are you talking about?’ said Kathrin in confusion. ‘You’re not wearing a bra?’ She looked down and concentrated her attention on Uschi’s chest. Uschi gave a little jiggle and Kathrin gasped.

  Roger, meanwhile, was stiffening painfully already in his suit trousers. He was awestruck by how high and shapely Uschi’s chest remained when unsupported. It was the way he most liked to let himself get turned on: a bit of sustained, unresolved tease.

  Kathrin was still confused. ‘What is this about flight safety regulations? You’re taking your bra off to fly?’

  ‘Haven’t you heard?’ Uschi turned very serious. ‘They have banned bras in the cabin on international flights. It’s the underwiring. I’ve put my bras in my hold luggage, didn’t you?’

  Kathrin turned to Roger, who nodded sombrely confirming Uschi’s absurd lie. ‘But I’ve already checked my bag in,’ said the flustered Kathrin, running a tense hand through her light brunette curls.

  ‘And you’re still wearing your bra?’ said Uschi.

  ‘Of course I am!’ Kathrin snapped under her breath. ‘Now what am I going to do.’

  ‘Don’t panic Kathrin,’ smiled Uschi. ‘Roger hasn’t checked his case in yet. Go to the ladies’ toilets, take your bra off, and we’ll put it in Roger’s suitcase so he can check it in as hold luggage.’

  Red-faced, Kathrin considered her options for a moment, then went to the ladies’ as suggested.

  ‘I can’t believe she went for it,’ said Roger.

  Uschi gave a wink. ‘I knew she would,’ she said. ‘She’s so serious and worried about everything.’

  ‘She’ll find out though, surely?’

  ‘When she does it will be too late. I’ll just say I made a mistake.’ Uschi gave a cruel giggle.

  Kathrin approached again. Roger and Uschi stared. The bra she had been wearing, indeed every bra she wore, must have been a minimizer. Free of the constraint, Kathrin’s breasts were outrageous heavy-bottomed cone shapes, and her unfortunate choice of a thin beige merino sweater left very little to the imagination. Her pointy, impressively substantial breasts waggled up and down, side to side, and the outline of thick, swollen nipples was alarmingly evident. They stood out like chess pieces under her tight top. ‘I look obscene,’ she said. ‘Everyone is looking.’

  ‘We’re in this together,’ said Uschi. ‘It’s just till we get airside.’

  ‘I wear a bra to hide these things,’ said Kathrin, folding her arms over her conical breasts, distraught. ‘I look like a porn star if I don’t wear one.’ Roger opened his case and politely looked away as Kathrin placed the discreetly folded-up brassiere in with his clothes.

  In the security queue, Kathrin raised an eyebrow. ‘These women are all wearing bras,’ she observed, gesturing subtly to the well-contained breasts that surrounded them.

  ‘Hey, you’re right,’ said Uschi, and laughed. ‘Oops! I must have made a mistake!’

  ‘Great!’ fumed Kathrin. ‘I’ve never been so embarrassed.’

  ‘I’ve got to go braless too,’ shrugged Uschi. ‘If that’s any consolation.’

  ‘You can afford to,’ simmered Kathrin. ‘Your tits look exactly the same without. Mine are...’

  ‘Very impressive,’ winked Uschi. Kathrin turned away and fumed in silence.

  Once through security, Kathrin made a bust-jouncing beeline for the La Senza lingerie store in the departures lounge, declining Uschi’s opportunistic offer of accompaniment.

  While Kathrin shopped, Uschi and Roger sat in a coffee outlet.

  ‘Those tits!’ marvelled Uschi in a strained whisper. ‘Did you see them!’

  ‘Extraordinary,’ breathed Roger, too erect for words. ‘That’s why her breasts always seemed to change size. It was all the different bras she used to hide them.’

  ‘I bet you can’t wait to find out what size that bra is,’ Uschi said. ‘I’m pretty curious myself. It must be industrial strength, the way it manages to strap those titties down. How can someone so thin have boobs so big! And so pointy! And those nipples, so thick and swollen.’

  Roger wondered who was more obsessed here, such was Uschi’s enthusiasm for her colleague’s unexpectedly copious bustline.

  Kathrin approached. Presumably La Senza didn’t stock minimizer bras, because although they were now less obscenely rampant beneath her sweater and the pointed protuberance modestly rounded off, her breasts were still notably larger than Roger and Uschi were used to seeing. They looked the same size as Vanessa’s, thought Roger, their dimensions similarly offset and exaggerated by the young woman’s otherwise svelte physique.

  ‘Kathrin, I’m so sorry about the mix-up. Did you find something you liked?’ Uschi said.

  ‘There wasn’t much choice,’ frowned Kathrin as she slumped in a chair next to them. ‘Not in my size.’

  Roger was in heaven. The revelation of Kathrin’s hitherto unknown bosominess made her seem like an entirely new person, an extra team member in an already very large-busted line-up of women.

  Landing at Frankfurt airport, Kathrin was still in a sour mood and in her sulking haste to get to the hotel and check in she made no mention of the bra that was still in Roger’s suitcase. Once in his hotel room, Roger took off his shoes and tie and was mentally preparing himself for getting that bra in his lascivious hands when there was a knock at the door.

  It was Uschi, who pushed past him and surveyed the room. ‘You have a better view than I do,’ she said, looking out the window at the cityscape.

  ‘I certainly do,’ said Roger, opening his suitcase to reveal Kathrin’s bra and licking his lips. ‘Did you want to see it, too?’

  Uschi span to face him, her still braless breasts swaying to attention with a sprightly jiggle. ‘I’m here to make sure you completely drain yourself. I don’t want you prolonging the moment any longer than necessary.’

  By now completely void of inhibitions in front of his colleague, Roger unbuckled his belt, zipped open his fly, and carefully took Kathrin’s bra from the suitcase. He then unfolded it and laid it out on the bed. It was a Triumph minimiser in pale blue. He extracted his fiercely pulsating erection, letting it protrude over the edge of the bed, and with trembling fingers turned over the bra label to read it.

  ‘Fucking hell,’ he murmured. ‘Thirty-two H.’

  ‘Oh my, Roger,’ gasped Uschi. ‘You must want to cum so hard now!’

  Leaving his erection untouched, Roger moved the bra out of ejaculation range and stared at it, his heart pounding with arousal. Precum trickled from the eye of his penis in a steady stream onto the bedspread as he lost himself in the sight of the H-cup contraption that Uschi had so cunningly procured for him.

  Uschi put her hands on her hips in impatience. ‘How long are you going to stand there for?’

  ‘As long as it takes,’ said Roger in groggy bra-besotted limbo.

  ‘This isn’t meant to be fun, Roger,’ said Uschi. ‘We’re supposed to be curing you.’ She exhaled loudly, rolled her eyes, then strode over to stand next to him. ‘Let’s get this over with.’ And with that, she took Roger’s thick erection in her soft ha
nd and gave it three brisk, efficient tugs.

  Roger babbled incoherently as his penis immediately responded by launching the contents of his testicles into the air, several ropes of thick white semen sailing the width of the bed. Seeing that he was still very much erect, Uschi stared at the ceiling and, switching hands, resumed her masturbatory ministrations to coax several more ejaculations from Roger, each load diminishing in force, volume, and opacity, until he finally spurted a thin watery teaspoonful a few inches into the air and staggered backwards. Uschi went to the bathroom to wash her hands while Roger fell, panting, into the armchair by the window.

  A knock at the door, just as Uschi emerged from the bathroom drying her hands. She looked through the bullseye in the door and turned in excitement to Roger. ‘It’s Kathrin!’ she whispered hoarsely.

  Roger, semi-erection still lolling stickily from thigh to thigh, rose frantically from the chair, stumbling as his trousers tangled around his knees. ‘One moment!’ he called, then quietly to Uschi: ‘Hide in the bathroom.’ While Uschi tiptoed, sniggering, back behind the bathroom door, Roger first carefully folded Kathrin’s huge bra, stuffing it inside his suitcase and zipping it shut, then similarly stuffed his penis back into his boxers and fastened his belt and trousers.

  ‘Oh, Kathrin, it’s you,’ he smiled as casually as possible when he opened the hotel room door. ‘Come in.’

  Kathrin followed him into the room. ‘Nice view,’ she remarked. Her impressive bust was well-contained and immobile yet nevertheless poorly underplayed by the new bra she had bought at the airport, her thin beige sweater clearly not accustomed to the extra strain placed on its knit. Her thin build made those breasts look almost – but not quite – comical to Roger’s hungry eyes, and he felt his lust boil anew.