I hasten to say that this is NOT my story but one I have in my archive. Sadly I do not have the name of the author or the source, but would love to acknowledge the great skills of the writer.
The Breast of Things
Chris was getting bored. "When the Hell is this going to get interesting?" he thought, as he sat there watching some fools dance around like belly dancers, and some dizzy broad pretend to do a strip tease. Dianne had suggested they come see this stupid show, when all he wanted to do was get back to her place, get under her blouse and start playing with those magnificent jugs of hers.
"Damn she's got nice tits!" he began to muse thinking of the session they'd had last Saturday.
"And she loves to have them suc-ked. Man this is like heaven for me. A horny girlfriend with huge hooters, and she loves having me suc-k them and get her off." He was almost c-umming in his pants as he thought about last weekend's little session and was really looking forward to a repeat. Instead she wanted to come to this stupid club and watch some dumb 'Mentalist' pretend to hypnotize a bunch of lame-brained idiots and make them act like complete idiots. Leaning over to Dianne, he whispered
"Come on, let's go back to your place. This is really boring." Dianne smiled and whispered back, "Just be patient. This is just the warm up. After the next intermission it will get a LOT more interesting. Then we can go back and have some real fun." She licked her lips as she ran her hands under and up her breasts, teasing Chris and watching him flush as she jutted those magnificent breasts towards him. He needed little encouragement. They went out to the car "for some fresh air" and after some heavy petting, and 'under the sweater' exploration, Chris was ready to sit through almost anything for some real exploration of Dianne's assets. But she wanted to go back in and watch 'the rest of the show'. Pouting, he followed, hoping she would keep her promise of things to come. By now at least the intermission was over, and the crowd seemed a bit 'more mature'.
At least the smart-alexes that were heckling and making asses of themselves had left, and the rest of the patrons seemed intent on the stage. Finally, a young woman, about 30 or 32 came on?stage after some hellacious music that seemed to blare from everywhere and introduced herself. "My name is Zareena, and I am a 'mentalist'. At least that's what I'm allowed to call myself in this state. Actually, I'm a hypnotist. I help people relax, release their inhibitions and enjoy themselves, .... to the max. Hypnosis is NOT mind control. It can't make you do something you don't want to do, or at least would not do if it contradicted your moral code, or would hurt you physically or emotionally. I have a couple of volunteers from last night's show here again in the audience, but we'll need a few more." In about 3 minutes, the 15 chairs on the stage were filled with 'volunteers', and Zareena went about hypnotizing them. Chris was totally bored with the whole thing, and had had a hell of a week. He decided to doze off and just relax, until he could get Dianne alone and start some private fun and games.
It must have been the petting session earlier in the car, or maybe just the promise of 'things to come', but he had the most fantastic dreams. Dianne seemed hornier than ever before and wanted Chris to play with her magnificent tits. She couldn't seem to keep them covered up, and Chris couldn't seem to get enough of them. No matter where she was, her blouse would just seem to come undone, her tits growing bigger and fuller almost constantly, and popping right out into plain view for Chris to amuse himself. Then those strange dreams where she seemed to hide them, knowing how much Chris wanted to suc-k her gorgeous nipples, and she'd tease him giving him little peaks that seemed to arouse him even more. Just a few seconds 'lookee see', then he'd almost c-um in his pants for desire to get his lips on those huge, luscious nipples of hers.
"God he'd do anything to suc-k her tits." And she seemed to know it. She started teasing him, making him perform for her. Simple things at first, like ask nicely, or repeat a little poetry for her, but then her requests got more demeaning or demanding and she wanted him to crawl around on his hands and knees and worship at her feet, or say demeaning things about himself. Finally this nightmare seemed to end, and Dianne let him suc-kle to his heart's content, but his need to suc-k those gorgeous tits seemed to just keep getting stronger and stronger. Finally, he woke up with Dianne shaking him gently, and realized he was coming in his pants as he seemed to vaguely remember her letting his suc-k at her tits, and he tasted warm, sweet milk.
"Some date you turned out to be. Falling asleep on me. You missed all the interesting parts, you big goof. I've got a good mind to just have you take me home, and go home to 'sleep it off' you creep." she hissed at him. "Ah... c'mon Di. You know I've had a hell of a week. I was damn tired, and YOU wanted see the show. I don't believe in any of this crap anyway." he whined, thinking "Oh man... I need to have some time with her alone now. After these dreams I'll have blue balls for a week if I don't get some of those gorgeous tits." All the way home, he kept pleading for Dianne to let him come up, and have some fun time. "You promised before I agreed to go back with you to that dumb show." he whined, and Dianne just replied "We'll see. You were real rude falling asleep. What's the matter, did I keep little Chrissy up past his beddy bye time?" she sneered at him. He was pissed as hell by the time he got to her apartment, but on his 'best behaviour' needing some time alone with Dianne and those wondrous tits of hers. His coc-k was almost springing out of his pants as he remembered his dreams, and as he sneaked a look at her blouse, it seemed her tits were almost glowing and growing in size, straining the very buttons of her blouse. "Well, since you apologized SO nicely, and have been better behaved, I guess I'll let you come up for a nightcap. But then it's straight home to beddy byes for you. After all you were SOOOO tired."
Once they got settled, Dianne said "Let me get something more comfortable on." and left him nursing a beer. He looked through some magazines she had laying on the table and found himself with a huge hard on, looking at the models in lingerie or skimpy swimsuits.
"Damn. They all seem built like amazons. Shit. I'd never noticed these types of women's magazines before. Maybe I'd better start subscribing to Home Journal, and MS." he mused. Quickly he looked up and saw Dianne coming. What he saw almost made him cream his pants. Dianne was wearing a sheer, peach coloured negligee that barely covered her breasts. He could see her nipples jutting out, and could almost feel the heat of them as she approached him. Smiling to herself, she gently stroked the front of his jeans, and sat beside him, taunting him with "Oh I see little Chrissy approves of my new nightie. I thought you'd like it. Too bad you can't see it tonight, since you were soooo tired." Chris couldn't believe it. He actually came in his pants when she stroked him. "Shit. I haven't done that since high school. Damn, she looks good. I got to have some of those gorgeous tits. I'll do anything." and despite just creaming his pants, Chris again had a raging hard on. "Come on, Di. You know what my hours are like. I wasn't being inattentive to you. I just found all that mumbo jumbo stuff boring and sort of... well.... took a little nap." "Well I'm glad you found it boring. I enjoyed it. Personally I think the idea of being able to control someone and make them do my bidding is kind of kinky. And you missed the best parts. Why she even had one guy c-um in his pants when his girlfriend just touched him. Like some horny little teenager. It was a hoot." Chris blushed bright red at the mention of coming like a horny teenager. He'd just done the same himself, and didn't think that was at all funny. "Ah c'mon Dianne. You can't believe all that crap. You can't make someone do things they don't want to do. She said it herself."
"Maybe not. But if you can make someone want something badly enough, I'll bet you could make them decide to do something like that. I read about it in one of my psych books last year. It's called conditioning I think. Like Pavlov's dogs or something." All the time she was talking she kept sticking her chest out towards Chris, and Chris found his eyes almost glued to her tits. He was stunned as they seemed to grow and grow and press tighter than ever against the fabric. Chris was struck deaf, dumb and paralyzed.
He couldn't take his eyes of those gorgeous tits. And his coc-k seemed like it would jump out of his jeans any minute now. Damn he needed to get his lips on those mounds. And Dianne wasn't helping any. She kept her hand on his leg, insinuating it towards his coc-k, and eventually had her hand gently resting against the front of his jeans.
As she touched him 'there' he felt like a jolt of sexual energy was passing between her hand and his coc-k. He felt himself twitch and it seemed he was on the verge of another climax, but not quite there.
"Shit. If she keeps that up. I'm liable to cream my pants again." he thought. Dianne was just smiling to herself, thinking "Neat. It really does work. Let's see how far I can take this." She kept gently touching Chris's coc-k through his jeans, and jutting her chest towards him with each breath, sort of rhythmically as she breathed. Each breath gently moving her tits closer to Chris, then drawing them slightly back. As she did, she watched his eyes and saw them ever so lightly following the in and out movement of her breasts. Just the slightest movement, but he couldn't keep his eyes off her nipples. She kept it up for about 5 minutes, and then began gently moving her chest from side to side, and again Chris fixedly followed the movement of her nipples. Back and forth, back and forth, in and out, in and out. Chris was hooked. He was lost in a tiny, microscopic world filled with the vision of Dianne's lovely, gorgeous nipples and the sensations welling up in his coc-k. He couldn't think of anything except getting his lips on those gorgeous nipples. He needed to suc-kle at her breasts more than anything in the world. He'd do ANYTHING to just get his lips on her gorgeous, swollen nipples.
"What's the matter Chris? Do you want to suc-k my titties? Need to get your lips on mama's nipples do you little boy? That's what you want isn't it Chrissy?. You want to suc-k mommy's titties. Well Chrissy, if I let you do that you have to be a very good little boy for mommy. You have to do everything mommy tells you to do. Are you going to be a good little boy and do what mommy tells you from now on Chrissy?" Chris heard the words. He knew what they meant. He understood. BUT... his demand, his unrelenting need .... .his insatiable hunger to suc-k at her nipples overrode all common sense, and he heard himself whispering hoarsely "God yes. I'll do anything. Please let me suc-k your tits. Please let me have just a few seconds on those gorgeous nipples." Dianne stifled a giggle. "She was right. He's absolutely hooked. He'll do anything for me, if I let him suc-k my tits. And the more he suc-ks the more he'll do." "Well alright then Chrissy. Since you promised to be a good boy, mommy will let you come to bed with her, and if you promise to be very, very good and do whatever mommy tells you, I'll let you nurse before sleepy byes. OK?" "Yes...yes... God yes. I'll be very, very good. I promise."
Dianne took him by the hand and led him to her bedroom. He was so fixated on her nipples she had to undress him, like a child, and put him to bed, all the time keeping her breasts covered by the negligee, but making sure he had a good view of her nipples. As she crawled into bed herself, she sensuously said "OK now Chrissy. Close your eyes for a minute and mommy will give you your prize." and Chris obediently closed his eyes picturing those gorgeous nipples swinging gently back and forth and in and out on the backs of his eyelids. Finally, Dianne said "OK, here you go. Let mommy lead you to her breast." and Chris felt himself gently pulled towards Dianne, then smelled her perfume, and sensed the warmth of her flesh as his face gently brushed her bosom. Then he felt the hot, hard nipple on his cheek and greedily sought it with his lips. That seemed to be his last thought until he woke the next morning, his head nestled in "mommy's bosom", his lips gently kneading her nipple. Dianne stirred and gently pulled him closer to her, and his lips instinctively closed around her nipple as she smiled and said "Well little man. You sure were a tired little guy. You went right to sleep after nursing at mommy's breast. I'm just glad you didn't wet the bed, you slept so soundly."
Chris was getting a bit annoyed at all this 'little kid' talk, but at the mention of 'wetting the bed' he was damned angry. "Cut the baby talk Di. I'm not some freaking little kid, or baby. You know what I do with your gorgeous tits isn't exactly what some baby or kid's going to do." Angry at his tone, Dianne pushed him away and got out of bed, saying "Well maybe YOU don't think you're a baby, but for someone who's so 'grown up' you sure wet your pants enough last evening and night. Hmmmmm....." He started to snap back... but then remembered how he'd c-um in his pants three times, and remembered vaguely doing the same thing just as he started suc-king on Dianne's tits before going to sleep last night, and sheepishly decided to forget about it. They had breakfast sulkily, and Dianne let Chris out to his own devices, agreeing to see him Thursday night 'if he behaved'. All that week Chris couldn't get Dianne's tits out of his mind. His dreams were filled with fantastic fantasies of him suc-king on her tits and them growing bigger and bigger, and then eventually she started giving him milk, and he hungrily suc-ked all his tummy would take, wanting more and more. And each morning he woke up with damp, sticky pants, from all his wet dreams, just like some horny little teenage boy. His waking hours weren't much better. He kept getting images of Dianne's gorgeous tits, and felt his poor coc-k growing harder and harder with each passing hour. God he had a constant boner, and felt like he'd c-um right then at the slightest touch. He kept staring at every woman he saw, fixated on their breasts. He even made some of them uncomfortable with his stares, until one came up and brazenly said "Like what you see little man? Would you like to suc-k on one of these.... huh...?" and Chris almost said yes until she said "Fifty bucks for 15 minutes." Even then he thought about it for a minute, until he shamefully stuttered "Uh.. no...no. Sorry...." and she sneered "You little pervert. Why don't you go suc-k your mommy's titties." and Chris almost cried. That was EXACTLY what he wanted. To be suc-king his mommy.... no Dianne's tits. Finally Thursday evening arrived. Chris picked up Dianne's favourite wine, to get her 'in the mood', some flowers and her favourite cologne. Hopefully she'd think he was 'behaving' very well. She was pleased, and had made a nice dinner for the two of them. She said, in her most sensuous voice "I thought we'd just have a quiet dinner, and spend a quiet night at home. After dinner we can watch an old movie and see what evolves. I'm feeling kind of cuddly tonight. Is that alright with you?" Alright!!! Chris couldn't have asked for more. A quiet night with Dianne in a cuddly mood, usually meant lots of heavy petting and titty kissing. Damn right that was fine. After dinner Dianne excused herself and went to get into something more comfortable. Again she had on the same negligee she'd worn last weekend, and Chris felt his poor coc-k spring to attention. She'd rented a real old, boring movie, Svengali, about some weird guy who takes control of some dipstick girl's mind with hypnosis or something and turns her into some opera star. Again Chris was bored and drifted off to sleep, but at least Dianne didn't seem to mind.
In fact she had just pulled him into her and placed his head against her bosom for a pillow. He woke up feeling her warmth, and smelling her perfume and immediately felt his coc-k spring to attention when he realized where he was.
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