By Margo Perry  (margo707 AT rogers DOT com)
Copyright 2008 by Margo Perry, all rights reserved.

“Seth, if you don’t shut off that damn computer and go to bed, I’m gonna’ do it for you!  I’ve got an exam in the morning and I’ve got to get some sleep.”  John’s extreme irritation was palpable, as his words thundered across the otherwise silent room.

Seth knew that when his roommate adopted that tone, he meant business.  John was also the often bad tempered captain of the college wrestling team and that made him somebody Seth desperately wanted to get along with and, right now, that meant shutting down his computer and going to bed.  But that was no simple request.  That was like asking a crack addict not to smoke, or a thirsty man not to drink.  But it had to be done.  Seth stole one last look at the image flickering provocatively on his computer screen.

“Turn the thing off,” he told himself.

But he couldn’t.  His glance lingered.

Amber Lee gazed back at him, her smoky eyes and pouting lips promising so much.  He couldn’t leave her.  A cascade of auburn curls fell about her shoulders, accentuating her long neck and assured sultry elegance.  She looked expectant, like she was waiting for someone.  Waiting for him.  Lounging against her high backed chair, she’d stretched one arm behind her head causing her soft blue housecoat to open, leaving her huge breasts fully exposed.  Seth could feel John’s displeasure filling the room, a humid presence that wrapped Seth’s already pounding chest in a cover of stifling fear.

“Turn off the computer,” the voice in his head warned, again.

But still he stared, drinking in Amber’s awe inspiring beauty, basking in how her tits made him feel.  He studied her legs.  They were lewdly spread, one bare foot lifted onto the chair, the other in a six inch come-fuck-me sandal, placed seductively on the floor.  Seth’s finger remained poised over the mouse, unable to deliver the final click, and Amber began taunting him.

Be brave, little soldier.  Take out that cock of yours.  I really want to see it.

Seth’s cock hardened.  Amber Lee’s words, her tits and ripe pussy were calling out to him and his cock answered by lurching and leaking, as she teased and tempted him.  He was falling under her spell and his cock was screaming to be delivered from his jeans.

“Don’t think too much, little soldier.  John’s getting madder every second you stay with me.  You’re so brave.  When you think of what he could do to you.

Amber Lee’s gleeful reminder that he seemed willing to further incur John’s wrath was all he needed to come to his senses.  With a sudden, certain burst of willpower, Seth clicked his mouse and Amber disappeared from the screen.  But not from his mind.  He carried her to bed and the essence of Amber Lee - her beauty, her breasts and the lust and love she promised -  filled his mind until sleep blanketed and then stilled all conscious thought.

Seth woke early the next morning and made coffee, even though it wasn’t his turn.

“I’m sorry about last night, man.  I didn’t mean to disturb you,” Seth apologised, filling John’s mug.

“No problem.  I was just uptight about my chemistry exam.  It’ll be over by eleven and then I’m off to the folks for the country weekend.”

“Good luck with your exam and have a great weekend.”

“You too,” John said, giving Seth a quick man-hug.

That Friday was a particularly busy one for Seth.  He had four classes, a lab, an interview with his student advisor, besides handing in two assignments.  But always, running through his mind like a low grade fever, was his growing collection of breasts: The girl sitting two rows ahead of him in English Lit, jumping up to answer a question, as her heaving bosom bounced and thrust with youthful passion.  His Sociology professor’s pendulous orbs, swaying provocatively under her red turtleneck, as she wrote out the day's assignment on the blackboard - He struggled to concentrate on the heavy material.  There was a paper due on Monday - And all day, breasts rushed, loitered or sauntered along the halls, some hidden beneath soft jersey tank tops, some jutting arrogantly beneath white crisp cotton blouses, some advertising, without apology, from belly bare, too tight tops that left nothing to the imagination.  An older professor’s huge breasts  flowed into a perfect river of cleavage, trembling beneath her tailored jacket and the tantalizing weight of lustful experience.  A virtual parade of breasts.  All of them equally beautiful, irresistibly alluring and, in some lucky cases, unbelievably large.

Lucky for Seth because those large ones were both his salvation and his downfall.  He couldn’t remember when his obsession with breasts began, but he knew that it had never stopped growing, never stopped climbing the pleasure scale.  He knew that his large breasted women had kept him company all through puberty and that now, as his nineteenth birthday approached, their affect was growing more powerful and less manageable every day.  Breasts never deserted him like his parents had when they divorced.  He could depend on them to be there, to comfort him.  He loved school and loved his classes, but he was needing less and less of the rest of the world and this realization frightened him.  If his addiction had involved drugs, alcohol or gambling, he would have had to have gone for help.  Long term, in-house patient care.  But for his obsession with breasts, he wanted no cure.  The pleasure it brought him was far too intoxicating.

Seth usually loved weekends because John went home, leaving him free to surf the net to his heart’s content.  But he had that sociology paper, due first thing Monday morning, and it was going to take all weekend to get it done.  Remaining on the honour roll depended on it.  His computer harem would have to wait.  Full of resolve, he grabbed a bite to eat on his way to the dorm and spent the evening hitting the books.  By 2:00 AM, his eyes were bleary and his mind was as fuzzy and unreliable as melting snow.  He needed to get some sleep.  He went to the bathroom, cleaned his teeth and returned to his room, exhausted.  But his steps involuntarily slowed and then stopped in front of his desk.  How could he resist tasting a little of the pleasure that waited, internet ready, to explode onto his screen?  He couldn’t.  With a few clicks of the mouse, he soon found himself gazing adoringly at a blond buxom Cougar named Crystal.

She wore an unbuttoned diaphanous shirt, the ends pulled together and knotted just under her splendidly large and unbridled chest.  Gold dangling earrings and a matching necklace hung low over her bulging breast flesh, pulling Seth’s attention to the long, endless line of her cleavage.  Seth’s jaw went slack and his pulse quickened.  Her huge nipples and aereole were barely visible beneath the thin material of her shirt and Seth’s cock began to tingle and grow, began to demand attention.  He reached for it, stroking it lovingly through his underpants, but then hesitated.  The pleasure was already beginning to escalate wildly and he knew that if he continued, he’d be there all night long.  He really did need sleep and his paper was far from done.  He shut off his computer, got up from his chair and went to bed, immediately falling into a deep, deep sleep.

He woke with a start.  The room was still dark.  Not morning, yet.  John was away for the weekend.  Seth blinked and took a quick intake of breathe, in an effort to acclimatize himself to his reality.  It didn’t help.  Something was wrong.  He was overwhelmed by the feeling that he was not alone.  As his eyes adjusted to the dim light bleeding into the room from the bright street lights, he could see a shadowy figure standing at the foot of his bed.  In the very next instant, he recognized Crystal, the Cougar whose image he had chosen last night, above all the internet others, to take to his bed to dream on.  She was wearing the same sexy see-through shirt, still unbuttoned and tied at the waist, still exposing an incredibly long line of deep, soft cleavage that immediately bought his cock to attention.

“Don’t be afraid,” she whispered, her voice as deep and husky as he’d imagined it would be.

“But, I am,” he whispered back.  “I’m terrified.  I don’t know if I’m awake, or dreaming?”

Crystal’s effort to assuage did nothing to relieve the panic that was now gripping him.  He coughed a dry hacking cough.  His heartbeat was erratic and he felt a cold and clammy fear creeping up and along his spine.  But still he was aroused.  Her eyes were brown pools of certainty, her smile both inviting and amused.  She knew how desperately he wanted her and she was waiting.  He had never before experienced this combination of anxiety and arousal in his life and his cock sprung to life, a throbbing, willing hungry monster.

This has to be a dream.  But if it’s just a dream, how can it feel as real as anything I’ve ever experienced before?  How can I be in a dream and outside, questioning the dream, at the same time?  I must be mad!

“You’re not crazy at all,” Crystal said, leaning forward, resting her hands on the bed and bringing her elbows together, forcing her incredible tits to surge forward even more.

She knows what I’m thinking.

“Just stay with me, baby.  You worry too much.”  Crystal moved her shoulders gently and her incredible breasts swayed seductively from side to side.  “Like what you see, baby?”

Seth simply stared at her, stared at them, helplessly.

“They’re for your pleasure only, Seth,” she said, as she climbed onto the bed.  “What do you want of them?  They’re all for you.  They’ll do anything for you.”

She was moving toward him now, crawling on all fours, a dangerous and beautiful predator stalking her prey.

“How do you know my name?" Seth stammered.  “None of this is possible!”

“If it is, it is possible.  And you’d be amazed at how much I know about you,” Crystal purred.  “All you have to do is submit.  Submit to the pleasure.  Don’t think so much.  Your thoughts can’t understand.  Can’t help you.”

Seth could see her massive breasts moving beneath her shirt as she came closer.  They were so big that they brushed against his legs, as she approached him.  Were it not for the sheet between them, Seth was sure he’d have come just from their touch.  He felt them sliding along his shins, then rubbing across his knees and finally pressing against his thighs, as they moved teasingly and tantalizingly closer to his crotch.

“Want to see more?” Crystal asked.

Seth could only nod his head helplessly.  Crystal reached behind her dangling breasts and, with one deft flick of her wrist, unknotted her shirt, setting her magnificent breasts free.  Seth immediately felt the weight of them as her unleashed tits pressed down on his cock and his balls.  They covered him from just below his navel to the top of his thighs.  He let out a gasp, as the waves of pleasure surged through his body.  He groaned out loud, panting with desire.  He was going insane.

“You love big tits, don’t you Seth?” Crystal teased.

Once again, Seth could only nod.

“Say it!” she insisted.

“I love big tits.”

“Then I know you love these,” she cooed, running one hand across the massive expanse of tit flesh that was now completely covering his genitals.

“Oh God, yes! I do!” Seth exclaimed, as the pleasure he felt intensified.

“Then just wait until you see what I can do with them!”

Crystal raised herself up, just enough to pull back the sheet, and then lowered herself on Seth once again.  For the first time, he felt the soft warmth of her breasts on his bare skin.  He let out another gasp, as he teetered on the edge of orgasm.

“Let me help you, Sethie,” Crystal urged.  She took his cock in her hand and slid it deep between her mammoth breasts.  “Don’t just tell me how much you love these puppies,” she said, her voice now growling with sex.  “Show me!”

Seth’s cock disappeared completely into the depths of Crystal’s cleavage, as she began to rock back and forth gently, driving him even closer to the edge of orgasm.

“Have you ever been tit fucked like this before?” Crystal kept teasing.  “Have you ever been tit-fucked by tits like these?”  She rocked back and forth faster and pressed harder. "Show me how much you love it, baby!  Show me!"

Seth couldn’t hold on any longer.  His balls exploded and he came between Crystal’s tits with an intensity he had never imagined possible.

“That’s it, baby!  Show me how much you love them!” she coaxed mercilessly.

Seth just kept coming and coming, until he thought it would never end.  It was as if not just his cock, but his whole body was caught in the vortex of this swirling orgasm.  And the last thing he remembered, before he passed out, was Crystal’s knowing smile as she caressed her gigantic breasts.

Seth woke up exhausted.  The room was filled with early morning light and he was happy to be alone.  He lay quietly thinking about his paper, But then sat bolt upright, as the total memory of last night’s encounter came back to him in a one bright flash.  He looked down at the sheet and saw a big stain, the revealing remnants of what had obviously been a wet dream.  His mind was flooded with images of Crystal.  He could see her over him, pressing her enormous breasts against his hard throbbing cock.  If it had been a dream, there was no question that it was the most realistic, life-like dream he had ever experienced.  As he headed for the bathroom, he stopped by his desk and noticed that his computer had been left on all night.  He moved the mouse and his monitor came to life, still displaying the picture of Crystal just as it had last night.  He smiled as the image on the screen brought back more memories of the pleasure he had experienced.  And then his eyes caught the hand written notes that were to become his sociology paper and he forced himself to accept that his day would be spent studying.  And with that, he went to get a shower before settling down to work.

Working on his paper turned out to be much more difficult for Seth than it had been the night before.  Images of Crystal and the memories of the previous night’s nocturnal emission kept haunting him, threatening to pull him away from his work and drag him back into his wonderful fantasy world of erotic delights.  But somehow he managed to stay the course and get quite a bit done, enough that he actually started to feel like he was going to make the Monday morning deadline after all.  By 10:00 PM, his eyes were tired from reading, his fingers were tired from typing, and he knew that it was time to call it a day.

He looked at his bed and thought about getting some much needed rest, but then temptation crept up on him again.  After such a hard day’s work, he certainly deserved some kind of a reward, he rationalized conveniently.  Within seconds, he had navigated to one of his favourite sites to check out the weekly offerings of big busted beauties.  It wasn’t long before he settled upon a picture of Barbara, a beautiful black woman dressed in a nurse’s uniform that did little to conceal her massive bosom.  Even bigger than Crystal’s from the night before, Barbara’s tits seemed to go on forever, bulging out from her tiny frame in an incredible gravity defying display of mammary magnificence.  The zipper that ran up the front of her uniform was clearly straining to hold in her massive bosom, a struggle one could only believe it ultimately had to lose.

Seth pulled out his cock and began stroking it as the pleasure washed over him.  He loved women and he loved the sight of women, but when his eyes fell upon a woman whose breasts were large enough to activate his fetish, it set off erotic alarms that rang through his body.  The sensation was unbelievable.  If looking at a beautiful woman was like taking a drag on a joint, then gazing at huge, soft, irresistible breasts, like the ones before him now, was like taking a hit of crack cocaine, instantly addictive and impossible to resist, a well of sexual pleasure from which he would have to drink again and again.

When Seth finally managed to convince himself that he should get some sleep, he reached to turn off his computer, but then hesitated.  The memory of Crystal and the intense reality of the experience came back to him and he suddenly remembered that he had left his computer on the night before.  He laughed at himself for being so superstitious, but then thought, what the hell.  After all, what did he have to lose?  He left his computer running, brushed his teeth and went to bed.  He could see his monitor and he stole one last peek at Nurse Barbara, whose image still stared out at him seductively from the screen.  As he gazed adoringly, he reached down and rubbed his cock through the sheets.  Before long, the screen saver kicked on, the room went black and Seth drifted off to sleep.

Seth soon found himself in an examination room.  “What am I doing here?” he asked himself.  He looked around, but there were no clues.  He would have to wait and see, but he couldn’t help hoping that there would be pleasure involved.  There were no magazines to read, so he passed the time by looking at the anatomy chart on the wall.  He was just noticing that each major artery seemed to have a nerve of the same name when the door opened and, much to his surprise, Nurse Barbara came in looking just as sexy and alluring as she had on his computer.  She was still wearing the short nurse’s uniform and the zipper, that had been struggling to contain her incredibly huge bosom, seemed to be miraculously winning the battle, at least so far.

“Good morning, Seth,” she said casually, opening the file folder she was carrying and looking over the form inside.  “So you’re here for your annual physical.”

Seth’s mind was reeling.  Obviously, this had to be a dream.  But like last night, the tactile reality of the experience was unbelievable.  And wasn’t it unusual to be aware that a dream was only a dream while you were dreaming it?  This seemed like a valid question, but Seth had no answers.  Might as well sit back and enjoy it, he decided.

“Yes, I guess I am,”  Seth answered.  “At least, if that’s what it says in my file.”

“Alright then,” Nurse Barbara said.  “Let’s start by taking your blood pressure.  Take off your shirt, please.”

As Seth began to unbutton his shirt, he found he couldn’t take his eyes off Nurse Barbara’s breasts.  They looked so big, so round and so incredibly soft that the very sight of them made his skin tingle all over.  He imagined what it would be like to touch them, to squeeze them, to rest his head on them and let his face sink deeply into the seemingly bottomless valley of cleavage they formed.  As he hung his shirt over the back of the chair, he began to wonder if being aware that he was dreaming would give him the ability to control how the dream unfolded.  He imagined Nurse Barbara unzipping her uniform and exposing her beautiful, huge tits.  When nothing happened, he concentrated harder, trying to will her to show him what he so desperately wanted to see.

“Sit up on the examining table,” she instructed, obviously unaffected by Seth’s crude attempt at telepathy.  Accepting that he was clearly not in the driver’s seat, Seth hopped up on the table and decided that he might as well just go along for the ride.

Nurse Barbara moved closer as she wrapped the blood pressure band around his arm.  Her bare thigh was rubbing up against his knee and her breasts jutted out so far that the peaks of her bosom were almost brushing his chest.  Being this close made her tits seem even bigger and Seth could feel his cock beginning to stir against the rough material of his jeans. The spicy sensuous scent of her perfume filled his nostrils, making the moment more provocative and arousing and, within seconds, he had become completely hard.

“Just relax,” she said, as she inflated the band around his arm.

She seemed so completely absorbed by the task at hand that Seth felt it was safe to gaze at her chest, to bask in their unbelievable size, to tingle at the sight of the line of cleavage that peeked out of the top of her uniform.  She was so close.  He could feel his cock throbbing with excitement.

“Your blood pressure looks fine,” she announced, removing the band from his arm.  “Now I’ll need to take some blood.”  She produced a needle, tapped Seth’s arm to get a vein and then slid the point in painlessly.  She filled two or three vials of blood, removed the needle, dabbed the spot with alcohol and then handed Seth a cotton ball.  “Just press that against your arm and you shouldn’t get any bruising.”

Seth did as he was told.

“Now, I just have to check your prostate and we’ll be done,” she said.

Seth’s erection grew harder and he could feel his balls tighten.

“Check my prost . . . ” 

“That’s right,” Nurse Barbara confirmed.  “Please take off your pants and underwear.”

Seth immediately felt uneasy.  He had never had his prostate checked before.  And this dream was too real for comfort.  But her breasts were so close, so arousing.  He pulled off his pants and underwear, leaving himself naked, exposed and vulnerable, as he noticed Nurse Barbara eyeing his large erection.

“Now stand still.  I promise this won’t hurt a bit.”

She leaned forward and reached between Seth’s legs, past his balls and toward his ass.

“But . . . Don’t you usually do this from behind?” Seth asked, in a weak and trembling voice.

“No, I always do it this way.  Besides, you wouldn’t be able to see my tits if I did it from behind,” she added, for the first time flashing that suggestive, seductive smile that Seth had seen on her internet face.

She reached further between Seth’s legs.  He felt her huge breasts press against him at the same instant that her finger found its target.

“There we go,” she said.  Her voice had become a seductive purr.   Seth felt her finger slide into him and begin to probe.  He looked down and the sight of Nurse Barbara’s chest mashed against him, combined with the feel of her finger pushing deeper and deeper inside him, made his cock twitch frantically as the pressure began to reach critical mass.

“We’re almost there,” she said, reaching even deeper.  “I think this will help.”  With her free hand, Nurse Barbara reached up and began to unzip her nurse’s uniform, exposing two of the largest, most incredibly round and firm tits Seth had ever seen.  As the zipper continued to open, more and more of her breasts were exposed, until her nipples eventually popped right out.  Incredibly long and thick, they were fully erect, surrounded by her dark and pebbled areole.  “That’s the spot,” she said, with satisfaction.

Her finger had found Seth’s prostate and she began to gently massage, creating a pleasure in Seth that felt like heaven meeting earth.  He felt drunk, completely intoxicated and unable to think.  He was no longer a thinking mind.  He was a sexual organism releasing all of its orgasmic power in one uncontrollable rush.

“That’s it, Seth.  You’re doing fine,” Nurse Barbara reassured him lovingly.

Seth heard her words, but they meant little.  By now he was completely lost, as helpless as a little dinghy being tossed around in a powerful tropical storm.  He felt his knee buckle and Nurse Barbara eased him onto the examining table.

“There, there, baby.  It’s okay,” she soothed.

Seth lay back, his head rolling limply on his shoulders.  He looked up at Nurse Barbara, saw her smile and then closed his eyes and drifted off into a fuzzy, post-orgasmic slumber.

As soon as he woke, the memory of his physical flooded his memory.  He examined his sheets.  There was no wet deposit which seemed strange because he clearly remembered  ejaculating explosively when Nurse Barbara had massaged his prostate.  It had to have been a dream, even if it still seemed far too real to have been something he just imagined.  In fact, now that he thought about it, his ass actually felt a little sore.

“Don’t be ridiculous,” he said to himself aloud, embarrassed that he could let his imagination get so carried away.

It had to be a dream.  And then he saw the small pinhole and purple bruise on his arm, exactly where Nurse Barbara had drawn blood.  An intense shiver ran along the length of his body.  “Holy shit,” he whispered in total disbelief.  He could explain away the pain in his ass.  Mind over matter.  But this mark on his arm was something else completely.  His heart was pounding in his chest as he found himself actually contemplating the possibility that what he had experienced last night had really happened.  It seemed impossible and ridiculous, but he was strangely drawn to the idea that his encounters with Crystal and Nurse Barbara had been much more than dreams.  And in that moment, he realized that the pounding in his chest was not from fear, as one might expect, but from excitement and arousal at the idea that not only had these events really taken place, but that they might actually happen again.  Was his fetish for big breasts so powerful that he could allow himself to believe something that surely meant he was losing his mind?  The hunger with which he craved another visit to this strange world he had apparently discovered meant that the answer to that question was apparently, “yes and yes and yes”.

If keeping his mind on his sociology paper had been difficult yesterday, today it was all but impossible.  No matter how hard he tried, Seth’s gaze kept drifting down to the small bruise on his arm.  While researching his paper, he kept having to read the same page over and over because his mind insisted on going back and reliving the pleasure he felt as she penetrated him, forcing him to come uncontrollably all over her tits.  And when he wasn’t busy reliving the past, his mind was already forging ahead, making plans for tonight’s anticipated adventure.  If leaving a picture on his monitor all night could bring these beautiful women to life - and at this point, whether the experiences were real or imagined mattered little because the pleasure was just as exquisite either way - then what power might he be able to unleash with a video?  The possibilities made him tingle with anticipation.

He worked hard all morning, but by noon he found himself surfing the net again, seeking out a video of some buxom beauty that he might share his next encounter with.  When he came upon Samantha, he knew he had found exactly what he was looking for.  A fiery redhead dressed in black leather and six inch stiletto heels, she was the perfect vision of a dominatrix.  Brandishing a whip, she moved around her dungeon of pleasure with complete confidence.  Her lair was filled with the accoutrements of domination:  manacles dangled on chains from the ceiling, paddles and whips hung on the walls and a table with menacing restraints filled the center of the room.  To be honest, it was a little extreme for Seth’s usual tastes and he probably would have passed her by were it not for her breasts.  Barely contained in her leather catsuit, Samantha had possibly the largest, most imposing and impressive bosom Seth had ever seen.  One would have thought that her tits were surgically enhanced, except for the way they flowed and jiggled as she moved.  A breast connoisseur like Seth knew that that kind of motion was only possible when dealing with one hundred percent natural breasts.  In fact, Seth found that the taste of fear that Samantha’s dungeon-like surroundings stirred in him only made the irresistible allure of her mountainous bosom that much more enticing and erotic.  There was no question that Samantha’s video would be running continuously on his computer tonight.  And with any luck, before dawn she would join him.  Or maybe, somehow, she would invite him to join her in the dungeon.

Seth was hard at work on his sociology paper, when John returned about 5:30 Sunday afternoon.

“I’m going out for pizza with some of the guys.  Do you want to come?” he asked Seth.

“No thanks,” Seth replied.  “I want to stick at this.  I’m almost done and it’s due first thing tomorrow.”

“Suit yourself,” John said.  “If I’m late, I’ll try not to wake you up when I come in.”

“Okay,” Seth said, without looking up.

He was in a hurry.  He had places to go.

*                                  *                                  *

John glanced at the back of Seth’s head as he left.  How could he have known that Seth was rushing to finish his paper, not only because of his Monday morning deadline, but because he had a date with destiny.

John had no idea what time it was when he dropped, fully loaded, into bed, but he woke up to his alarm clock.  His head ached and his mouth felt dry and nasty.

"Too many beers, man" he muttered, as he rolled over and looked across at Seth’s side of the room.  Seth’s bed was empty.  “I’ve got to pee,” he said to the silent room.

On his way to the bathroom, John noticed the neat pile of printed pages sitting on Seth’s desk beside his keyboard.  He picked up the top page and read: Social Controls in Modern Society, by Seth Sterling.  If this was Seth’s sociology project, then where was Seth?

John noticed that Seth’s computer was still on, but the monitor had been shut off.  Strange!  He sat down and turned it on.  The screen lit up and John saw that a video was playing.  “Seth watching porno,” he chuckled. “I didn’t think the little guy had it in him.  And kinky shit, too!” he added, as the images on the screen drew him in.  A tall redhead with absolutely massive tits was hovering over some poor schlep tied down to a table.  Her victim was completely naked, except for a hooded mask that was pulled over his head and face.

“So you think you can go around looking at women’s tits all day long,” the dominatrix was saying with a decidedly threatening tone, “and then go home and jerk off to your heart’s content?   Well, I’m going to teach you some self control.  I’m going to teach you obedience.  Do you understand?”

“Yes.”

“Yes, Mistress Samantha,” she corrected him.

“Yes, Mistress Samantha.”

She was holding a whip and, as she spoke, she began to drag it slowly across her victim’s bare chest.

“Now I want you to keep your cock small, no matter what you feel, no matter what I do.  Understand?”

“Yes, Mistress Samantha,” her victim replied obediently.

She began to run her fingernails along the inside of his thighs, gently at first and then gradually harder, until she was leaving deep red scratches on his soft tender flesh.  Her victim let out a whimper and his cock began to twitch.

“I said keep it small!” she commanded, giving his cock a gentle slap with the back of her hand in response to its timid signs of arousal.

Her victim’s cock shrunk back like a turtle trying to retreat inside its shell.

“That’s better,” Mistress Samantha said, with a distinct tone of satisfaction.  “Now let’s see if you can really control yourself.”

She reached down and began massaging his balls.  He let out a meek whimper as the pressure increased.

“What’s the matter, baby?  Can’t you take it?” Mistress Samantha taunted, as she reached out with her free hand and squeezed one of his nipples.  His cock began to grow again and this time she allowed it to fulfill its erotic design.  Once it was fully erect, she produced a cock ring and attached it to the base of his scrotum.   She pulled it tighter, making the veins on her victim's cock stand out and the head turn a dark shade of purple.  "Is that tight enough?" she asked rhetorically, as she began stroking his shaft with a long, slow motion that made his whole body quiver with pleasure.  "Let’s see how close to the edge we can take you,” she teased, as her hand continued to caress the full length of his member.

“Holy shit,” John said, looking down at his raging erection.  “This is some kinky shit!”  He couldn’t help stroking himself as he turned his attention back to the screen.

“Oh God, please!” the muffled voice began to plea.

“Oh God is right,” John said.  His own cock was leaking pre-cum.  He began to stroke harder as he watched.  He checked the clock on the wall.  “I have a class in ten minutes.  What am I doing?”  His eyes were drawn helplessly back to the screen and his body was trembling with anticipation.

“That’s it!  Just a little more, baby!”

The poor man’s cock was as hard as steel now.  And so was John’s.  The man’s purple head was shiny with the clear lubricant that had begun to seep from its tip.  John used the fluid seeping from his cockhead to lubricate his sweet spot, to circle it, to make himself feel good.  And still he watched.  Transfixed.

“And now for the final test of self control.”

Mistress Samantha moved to the end of the table and stood with her enormous bosom suspended over her poor victim’s head.  She unzipped her leather top and exposed her breasts.  As they squeezed out of her leather suit, the flesh just seemed to keep coming, an endless mass that completely dwarfed the man’s head.

“I’m going to bury your face in my tits,” Mistress Samantha declared dramatically.  “I’m going to smother you with my bosom and watch you come... because no man can resist these!"

And with those words, she pulled the hood off her victim’s head.  John gasped as he recognized Seth’s face, just before it disappeared under an avalanche of tit flesh, just before they both came and came and came.