Three... Two... One... Oops!

Just trying to keep the fetish alive while obeying the rules, Tumblr. Please no bully.

[three-two-one-oops]

"You're not going to make it, are you?"

You groan as her cleavage fills your vision, your cock straining against the fabric of your pants. the date had been going so well...

"n-nuh I can... Make it..."

"You can hold in all that cum while I slowly strip this dress off? You can hold it while I lube you up with my soft hands? You can hold it while you slide your dick into me and you watch these titties jiggle in your face? You can hold it long enough to get me off?" She smirks as you squirm in your chair, barely able to hold it through the mental images her descriptions provoke.

"Uh... Uh.."

She leans in, lips parted, "You can't even hold it now, while I'm fully clothed, can you?"

"Yes, wait, no don't..." You mutter in panic as cum starts creeping involuntarily up your rock hard shaft. If you can just get a second of relief maybe... Maybe you can...

She sighs, and with one thumb pulls the front of her dress down, letting her large, milky-white breasts spill out.

"Just cum then..."

"Nooo-ahhhh..!" Your back arches as your hips buck forwards, the cum exploding out of you, instantly soaking the front of your pants. After the orgasm passes you collapse back into the chair, exhausted, drained, your pants a sticky mess. She rolls her eyes and pulls her dress back up. Maybe next time...

[three-two-one-oops]

Witchy

“You really think you can resist falling for my spell? I can see you struggling already, and all I’m doing is jiggling my titties in my top. Aw don’t worry pet, I’ll make it easy for you. Three, two, one... 

“N-no wait..!”

“...Pop!”

“FUUUU-...”

*SPUUUURT* *SPURT* *spurt*

“Hahaha aw there you go, I knew you couldn’t hold it. Guess your soul belongs to me now. Too bad sweetie...”

[three-two-one-oops]

Targeted content-blocking

Over the last two weeks I’ve had five posts blocked for their content. They all followed Tumblr’s ToS regarding nudity and porn: The image(s) weren’t especially lewd, the writing wasn’t much different to anything I’ve already posted, as far as I can tell they should have been allowed. It’s like the algorithm has decided to pick on me... Does anyone have any experience with this? Any good tricks for getting around it?

[three-two-one-oops]

“Go ahead, spurt out your last pathetic load so I can end this, loser.”

“I have no pathetic loads, but I can... Ugh, I c-can... Uuughhh nooo....”

*spurt* *spurt* *spurt*

[three-two-one-oops]

Stress

After months of unemployment, you’ve finally managed to score a job at a local gym. Sure, it was one of those female-only gyms, but the advert in the local paper welcomed all-comers. There was only one catch: Before you could start, you had to pass a stress test. You’re not worried, though… You’re a fit guy, you’ve done that sort of thing before. Should be a piece of cake.

You arrive at the address Judy from the gym gave you. It doesn’t look like any doctor’s office you’d ever been to… This is a residential address, in the nice part of town, but otherwise nondescript. Oh well, sometimes these private doctors worked from home, right? You make your way up the path and knock on the door.

“Come in!” a female voice responds. Probably the doctor’s receptionist, or maybe his wife. Hopefully the wait wouldn’t be too long.

You let yourself in and follow the voice to the back of the house. As you enter a small office space, you’re met by a woman in a nurses uniform.

“Hi, you must be here for the gym job. Judy sends me a lot of their potential employees.”

“Oh uh, yeah…” You lick your lips nervously. You’d been imagining some crotchety, white-haired, semi-retired male doctor. This was quite the shock. That’s probably the idea… you think to yourself, they want to keep their candidates off their toes, to get the measure of the man.

“Don’t worry!” She laughs, reading your expression, “I do this all the time. The gym just wants to make sure you’re up to the task at hand. You can imagine how embarrassing it’d be for them if they hired someone not fit for the environment, right?”

“Totally,” You agree.

“Great, I’ll start by listening to your heart.”

You sit down in the indicated chair, and breathe in sharply as she places the cold stethoscope against your chest. She moves it from point to point, making small notes on her pad as she listens to your heartbeat and checks your pulse. You feel the first warm flush of arousal move through you at her touch… She’s a really cute nurse. You feel your cock start to harden in your shorts.

“Huh…” She scribbles down another number, “Your heart sounds good. Nice, strong beat. Healthy. But why shouldn’t it? We’re just sitting here, in this comfortable room…”

“Do you want me to move around a bit?” You offer. You know the drill. Do a few jumping jacks, jog in place for sixty seconds, cough… It’s all pretty routine.

“No, no need for that…” She replies, “I’m sure everything would check out. Truth be told, it’s not your heart the gym is worried about overstressing.”

“Oh?” You shift uncomfortably in your seat, your hard cock aching slightly. You feel a slight stickiness at the front of your shorts where a little drop of precum has moistened your boxer shorts.

“It’s okay, relax. Let me measure your reaction to this…”

Your cock surges in your pants as the nurse slowly unzips her uniform, revealing a deep, luscious cleavage. You try not to stare, but there’s nowhere else you can look without making it obvious what you’re avoiding. Instead you maintain a steady eye contact, her breasts filling your peripheral vision.

She replaces her stethoscope on your chest and listens again, “Your pulse has picked up a little bit, how are you feeling?”

“Uh, Y-yeah, fine…” You stammer.

“No strong reaction?”

“N-no…” You mutter as your throbbing cock makes a liar of you. You shift in your seat again, and suppress a moan as the movement gives your dick just the slightest taste of the friction it’s craving. You grit your teeth and stare pointedly at the far wall.

“Excuse me, sir,” She clicks her fingers, bringing your attention back to her, “You need to focus on the tests if you want a clean bill of health. How are you feeling?”

“Fine,” You say, trying and failing to keep your eyes off her tits.

“Mm-hmm...” She leans in, giving you an even better look down her top, “Are you hard right now?” She asks breathily.

“W-what? No!” You jerk your glance away, trying to ignore your twitching, throbbing, leaking cock. Your heat is really beating now. This isn’t what you were picturing at all. Embarrassment, confusion, and anxiety mix with your flushed state, pushing you to a heady new level of arousal. You ball your hands into fists and try to think of something else...

“Hm, that’s not a normal reaction to the test… One moment.” She makes another note, and as she’s distracted you steal another glance at her massive breasts. You can’t help yourself. Every time you glance at her boobs you’re rewarded with a pulse of pure ecstasy. You drag your eyes away as she turns her gaze back to you.

“Okay, I’m going to increase the stimulus and measure the result. Are you ready?”

Without waiting for a reply, her hand slips back down to her top.

She slowly pulls it aside, exposing her big, beautiful breasts fully. You don’t even try to hide your reaction. Even if you could try and play it cool, the dramatic tent in your gym shorts is making your state of excitement very clear. The nurse glances down at your crotch, which throbs at her attention. Your boxers are becoming very sticky.

“Aroused now?” She asks, a coy edge sneaking into her otherwise professional demeanor.

“Uh, yeah…” You see no point in lying.

“Good. This is the test.” She thrusts her chest out towards you, “You’ll be working at an all-female gym. The patrons will be doing a lot of flexing, and bending, and stretching, all in very tight outfits… It’s important that you can get through your shift without traumatising the customers by exploding in your pants. Do you understand?”

“Yes…” You swallow hard. When she said ‘exploding in your pants’ you almost did just that. Your rock hard cock is visibly twitching against the fabric of your shorts in time with your pulse. You feel your balls drawing up, cum backing up, the need for release is growing and growing… But you can’t do anything to relieve the pressure… It’s building, building, building…

“So all you need to do is stare at my breasts for ten seconds, and I’ll pass you. You’ll be able to start Monday. Think you can do that?”

“Uhhh….”

“Just look at my big, sexy titties. That’s all you have to do. Stare, and don’t cum. Here we go… Ten… Nine…”

You can already feel the hot cum creeping up your cock. She counts down slowly, dragging each number out so that they take several seconds each… Eiiiiiiiiight… Seeeeeeveeeen… She presses herself against the table, and you can’t even suppress your moan as the soft flesh of her breasts swell in your vision. Your eyes are absolutely locked to her boobs… You shudder as your orgasm starts to crest. You really need this job… Siiiiiiix… Fiiiiiiiive… You can’t cum, you can’t stop yourself from cumming… Your cock is a leaky, twitchy mess and you’re about to cum... Fooooooour... Threeeeeee... Oh no, here it comes, here it comes... Got to think of something…

In a stroke of panicked genius, you pretend to fall off your chair.

You hit the ground hard, allowing your head to dramatically bounce against the carpet. You lay there, feigning unconsciousness, giving yourself a chance to gather your composure, and hopefully, giving your cock a chance to settle down. You hear the scuffle of chair legs as the nurse stands up.

“Are you okay?” She asks. She sounds concerned, but not that concerned, as if she suspects the ruse. You keep your eyes closed and groan, “Ahh my head, I think I have a concussion. Can you get dressed and take me to the hospital?”

“Okay!” You hear the rustling of clothes, “Can you open your eyes?”

“Yes, I think so…” Your cock is still buzzing with pleasure, caught on the verge of an orgasm denied, still bulging and throbbing in your trunks, ready to go over the edge at the slightest provocation… But you should be able to ride it out now that she’s dressed.

You open your eyes.

“Ah shiiiiiii-..!” You convulse helplessly on the ground as your cock erupts in your pants, pumping wad after wad of hot cum into your shorts. You can’t even begin to hide what’s happening; you ejaculate uncontrollably as the nurse’s huge boobs fill your world. By the time your orgasm subsides, your pants are a cooling, sticky mess, cum seeping through the fabric of both layers and running down the front of them. You feel as though you might actually pass out.

The nurse shrugs her jacket back on as you haul yourself to your feet. She hands you a small note, “This is for you. I’ll be entering a copy of it into your permanent medical record, and forwarding those records to Judy as well.” And with that, she ushers you out of the house.

You stumble down the path back to you car, the front of your shorts splattered with cum. Once you get back to your car, you read the note: “UNSUITABLE - PREMATURE EJACULATOR.” Looks like the job search will continue...

[cp-harper]

You were doing so well on your beach day. You havent even come close to having an accident all day even with girls in bikinis everywhere. You had used laser focus not to look too closely at any especially busty girls and so far it was working. You decided to get a drink at one of the beach shops when you feel a tap on your shoulder. You turn to find a blonde girl standind behind you holding a camera. She is wearing a lose black top and a pair of shorts. You feel a slight stir in your pants at the sight of her fairly nice body but you quickly take a sharp breathe and calm yourself down. She was nothing you couldn’t handle. “Yes?” You ask her and she smiles. “Me and my friends were just wondering if you could take a picture of all of us.” You think about it for a second and then nod. “Great! The rest of us were just over here” she hands you the camera and you follow her a few steps until you reach a group of girls. She skips over to join them and they start chatting. You start to look through the camera and get ready to take the shot they all turn around and then…..

As if she has a gravitational pull your eyes are immediately sucked into her massive breast. You lose focus as her massive chest fills your view. You begin to feel it…. A stiffening in your pants as you begin to lose all control. You beg your self to look away but the hold she has is fast and powerful. “Did you take it yet?” One of the voices asks you. You slowly zoom the camera in to focus on the girl in the centre the one who has trapped you.

Her chest fills the lens as you focus in on her in her teal bikini too. She playfully sticks out her tongue not yet realizing the effect she is having on you. Your cock pushes its self forward against your trunks as you rub directly against the fabric of the trunks. You shudder as you feel yourself drawing closer and closer to a sudden climax. And yet you still zoom in on her breast unable to break away.

You analyze ever inch of her chest as if you were a scientist studying them and with every second you felt your cock reaching its breaking point. “Are you ok?” The large chest girl calls out. She begins to walk towards you, her chest bouncing with every step. Your cock aches as you watch her heavy breast strain her top. Your cock twitches and you drop her camera on the floor. “My camera! What the fuck is wrong with you?” You twist on your feet as a load of cum shoots through your cock and fills your shorts. The girl screams and stammers back and suddenly multiple people are watching you as you fall backwars and land with a thud. You squirm on the ground as the last bits of cum drip out of your cock. You roll onto your side curl up humiliates and exilerated. Everyone stands back and watches you, and you lay there not knowing what to do.

[three-two-one-oops]

Now this is the good stuff!

[three-two-one-oops]

“Oh hi! Sorry, didn’t mean to startle you. Didn’t see me over here behind the bushes, did you? No, I bet you wandered over here to check out the bodies, right? Well don’t worry... They’re not dead. It’s more like a sort of spontaneous and irresistible catatonic exhaustion. These guys will wake up in a few hours no worse for wear, excepting maybe a dry mouth and a desperate need for a change of underpants...”

“What happened to them? Well, it’s sort of hard to explain. You’re going to really have to focus if you want to grasp the big picture. You’ve heard the phrase ‘fuck your brains out’ right? Well, it’s like that: They came their brains out. It’s totally possible! I’ve pretty much mastered the technique. It’s a three-pronged assault on the senses that no male can resist: subliminal, liminal, and superliminal. Don’t believe me? Hm, then why is your dick rock hard in your shorts right now? You’re already falling victim to my subconscious cues.”

“And it’s only natural sweety. I mean, look at me... A beautiful woman, with big, round, powerful breasts. You can’t help but stare and throb helplessly. You’re totally swept up in me, your poor cock can’t do anything but pulse and ooze in your trunks. It’s okay. Just let your mind drift as your eyes settle on my big titties... You don’t need to think, you just need to stare and get harder and harder, more and more aroused. My boobs fill your world as you drift in the edge of orgasm, and you know when - not if, but when - you release your load it’s going to just wipe you out. You’ll have nothing left, you’ll have given it all to me, given it all to my tits. You’re on the edge, so tired, so weak, so close to cumming, and I bet you’re wondering... What’s superliminal? It’s this...”

“Cum now for me!”

*SPLAT* *SPURT* *SPURT*

*thump*

“Aaand down you go, just like the others. At least you had the courtesy to collapse facedown. Now let’s see what’s in that back pocket...”

[hypnozan]

Mermayday

“Oh my bathing suit? It says mermaid.”

She straightened out the fabric to show you and you stared as the barely-contained flesh jiggled and bulged. You regained your composure and told her you could believe it was true.

“Haha, well thank you for the compliment, but it’s not technically correct.”

The phrasing confused you, but you were too busy staring to compose a reply. She saw the wrinkle in your brow and clarified. 

“I mean I’m a siren, not a mermaid. They’re very easily confused.”

Wondering what you’d gotten yourself into, you played along. Even if she turned out to be crazy, this window-shopping was worth it. And damn, your cock seemed to agree too, it was already starting to creep down the leg of your shorts.

“Oh the difference is pretty simple - siren’s have the lure. The voice is the most famous, but we can use looks too.”

You blurted out a confused, “I’m sorry?” tearing yourself away from the soft mounds for a moment. You saw her gorgeous face for the first time in minutes and your cock twitched.

“Well, just look at my eyes, captivating, right? So blue, so deep, so crystal clear… don’t they remind you of the ocean? You can hear it now, right?”

What the fuck? You could. There was a roaring building in your ears. But maybe that was just your blood pounding.

“Drowning out the party, the music, everything else around us…”

With every gentle, wave-like surge, the noise grew steadily louder… and with the accompanying pulse in your pants, your cock grew steadily harder.

“Now let your eyes drift down, I know you want to. They’re what brought you over to me, aren’t they. Like I said, other sirens have the voice, but these are my speciality.”

Your eyes dropped, unbidden by your own commands, eager to return to the soft flesh you had been eyeballing before. As soon as they filled your vision again, you felt your cock give a mighty twitch, jumping from growing bulge to full on tent.

“Lose yourself in my cleavage… feel yourself sinking down, down, into the warm, dark depths… They’re like the warmest tropical waves, closing around you and pulling you down.”

You felt it - the warm embrace. You were standing maybe two feet away still, but it was like the pillowy softness was all around you, enveloping you, holding you firmly, but gently, preventing any movement and overriding all other stimulus. 

“You are mine now. This is the siren’s locker. A mental prison where your body obeys only my commands.”

The voice was there, but distant, fuzzy, like you really were underwater.

She sauntered slightly forwards, shaking her chest slowly from side to side. You felt the world sway around you, because they were your world. The warmth  caressed your face, your chest, your now freely leaking cock. You couldn’t even look down, but you felt the growing dampness around your crotch.

“And this, is where a siren makes the finishing blow.”

She raised her hands to the sides of her breasts and squeezed them together. Visually, you revelled in the sight of the pale flesh surging upwards and parting the already strained straps of her outfit. But physically, in the dark depths of the locker, you felt your arms pressed to your sides, your legs squeezed together, and the crushing weight of the warm, heavy softness constricting all around you. As you gasped for breath, you felt the same pressure around your cock. Your swollen head, starved for stimulation, spasmed with ecstasy. Thick, hot globs of cum leapt from your cock and began to pool in your shorts and dribble down your leg. You bucked and twitched for what felt like hours, unable to do anything else, with darkness all around you save the jiggling visage in front of your face.

Suddenly, the darkness evaporated and you fell to your knees on the hard dirt. The midday sun still blazed above you and the sounds of the party suddenly filled your ears again. The girl stepped away from you and straightened her straps. 

“Consider yourself lucky. In the old days, you’d have had your guts ripped out while you twitched on the floor. Nowadays, we have barbeque, so we just do it for fun.”

She smirked, and glanced down at your crotch before sauntering away to the grill.

You looked down for the first time since you’d laid eyes on her. The whole front of your pants was a mess of dark stains, and there were even globs of white which had pushed through where your head was pressed against the fabric. You clambered to your feet and hobbled towards the nearest stack of paper plates.

[three-two-one-oops]

Now this I like!

[three-two-one-oops]

“So now that we’re back at your place I have something to confess...”

“Yeah?”

*twitch* *twitch* *throb*

“I’m a witch. A real witch.”

“Oh... Oookaaay...”

*twitch* *throb* *throb*

“And I need something from you... You’ll probably notice that your dick is getting hard. Much harder than it normally would...”

“Uh, yeah, but-...”

*throb* *throb* *throb*

“And we haven’t even done anything yet. Doesn’t that strike you as strange? Well, that’s because I slipped a potion into your drink...”

“You drugged me?!”

*throb* *THROB* *THROB*

“No! I enchanted you. To make your dick hard. To make you pliable. I need a mortal’s life essence to complete a spell I’m crafting... And this is easier than bloodletting...”

“You’ve got be kidding...”

*THROB* *OOZE* *THROB*

“In a second you’ll cum, you won’t be able to stop it, but it won’t just be sperm shooting out of your dick... It’ll be your wit, your memories, your soul...”

“This is ridiculous...”

*THROB* *OOZE* *TWITCH*

“And then your body will be an empty shell. But don’t worry, I’ll put it to good use. You’ll be my errand boy, my bodyguard, my human dildo...”

“What? No. I’m fine, I’ve still got my pants on! I’m not going to cum!”

*THROB* *THROB* *THROB*

“Shh that’s what they all say. Who knows, you might like being my brainless toy. Not that you have a choice in it. Now, look at your new mistress’ cleavage, and cum!”

“I’m not... Not... Hnng not...”

*SPLAT* *SPLAT* *SPURT*

“Good boy, good boy, let it all out, give me everything.”

“Unng so good... can’t... stop... Noooo...”

*SPURT* *SPURT* *SPURT*

“Wonderful! This is perfect. Just what I need.”

*SPURT* *SPURT* *spurt*

“Pleeease... Stooop...”

*spurt* *spurt* *spurt*

“Oh no, there’s no stopping it. You were doomed the second you sleazed up to me at the party. Do your limbs feel numb? Is your vision going dark? Yes... It’s almost over. Let the last of it out. Goodbye.”

*spurt* *dribble* *ooze*

*thump*

[three-two-one-oops]

“Did your wife just say she’s moved your reservation back half-an-hour while you wait for another babysitter? Ugh, that sucks. I could really have used the money. I don’t know why she’s being such a bitch, Mr. Dobson. Sorry, I don’t mean it like that, but, you know... I thought I was just coming over to watch your two-year-old, so it shouldn’t matter what I wear, right? I hope you don’t let her ruin your entire night! You work hard, you deserve a nice night out... And you look so handsome all dressed up. Tan slacks suit you, my dad could never pull off an outfit as trendy as yours.”

“Do you think there’s anything wrong with the way I’m dressed? I mean, like, it’s not fancy or anything, but it seems fine to me. You like my outfit? I thought you might! You know, I think that’s why your wife is really upset... She saw me, and the way you were looking at me, and she knows she couldn’t compete. Just jealous! I bet your dick got really hard the second I walked through the door, didn’t it? That’s okay, you can tell me. Haha I knew it. Um... I have a really naughty idea... Why don’t you rub it now? Through your slacks?”

“That’s right, rub your cock through your pants for me. Mmm... Wow, it looks so big. I have no idea why your wife is always complaining when she has that to go home to! Keep going... Yeah... Do you like my breasts? I haven’t let many guys see them, the boys my age get too nervous... They either won’t go for it, or they pop right in their pants looking at me. You’re not like that, though, are you? No... You’re not about the blow at the sight of my supple young breasts, you’re not about the lose your load while I graze my hand up my milky thigh, you’re not going to burst just from looking at me, are you? Are you?”

“Uh oh! What’s that little stain? Quick, pull your hand away. Aww too late. Looks like you’re no better than the boys at college. So, here’s what you’re going to do. Get your wallet out and give me the $40 you promised to pay me tonight, and I won’t scream for your wife. You think she won’t believe that I’m the victim? An innocent young girl versus a gross old man with a wad of cum in his pants? $40 is a lot cheaper than marriage counselling. Good, you made the right choice. And next time you back up your bitch wife and send me home without pay, just remember: I owned your cock in thirty seconds, and I can own it again. Have a great night, Mr. Dobson.”

[three-two-one-oops]

“Oh my god this guy just spooged in his swimmers! Hey everyone, this loser took one look at my cleavage and blew his load right into his trunks! In front of everyone! Hahaha what a loser... Wait, he’s getting hard again. Is this turning you on? Oh Jesus you’re even more fucked up than I thought. Everyone’s looking at you. All these pretty girls are staring at you standing there with a massive wad in your jocks and a terrified grimace on your face, and it’s making you hard? Wait... You’re getting that look on your face again... Are you about to?”

*SPLAT* *spurt* *spurt*

“He did it again! Haha oh my god this is pathetic! Just wait until my boyfriend gets back, he’s going to kick your ass.”

[three-two-one-oops]

Neighbour

The first thing you notice when you enter the hallway outside your apartment is the collection of boxes against the room next door. Looks like someone finally rented the empty apartment. There’s no sign of the tenant though... Maybe he’s inside. You shrug and turn to unlock your door when you hear footsteps on the stairs behind you.

“Excuse me!” A softly accented, feminine voice calls.

You turn around, keys still dangling in your hand, to confront the strange voice, and come face-to-face with a gorgeous brunette

“Hi! Sorry to bother you, I think I’ve locked myself out, and the landlord said my neighbour probably still had the spare key...” She kept talking, but you were drifting off into your own world. The apartment building was almost solely occupied by divorced older men and rough dudes fresh out of the prison. This morning you’d have settled for a chill bro moving in next door, but to get a total hottie instead...

“So uh yeah, anyway, I’m Olga.” She extends her hand. You shake it firmly, keeping your eyes fixed on her face as you see the gentle wobble of her breasts in your peripheral vision. You feel a slight stirring in your gym shorts at the softness of her hands, the sweet scent of her perfume, the awareness of her standing close to you. God, it’s been a while... “So, you have the spare key..?”

“Uh yeah, I think so...” You flip through your keyring, “Dave, the last guy, he gave it me before he, uh, left...”

Olga shifts her weight from one foot to the other as she waits. Fuck, she’s sexy. You find the key, slip it off your keyring, and hand it to her. As she takes it her soft, warm hand brushes against yours. Images of her naked and sprawled out on your bed, those same hands wrapped around your cock, flood unbidden into your mind. Your cock begins to throb in your shorts as you watch her fumble to put her new key on her own keyring.

“There, it won’t get lost now-...” She glances back at you, her eyes flickering down your body to your crotch. She giggles.

You follow her gaze down your body, and realise your fantasies have brought you to a full, raging, and very obvious, erection. With a start you drop your keys. You immediately cup your hands to your crotch, trying to cover up the erection, shuddering and biting back a moan as the contact sends a pulse of pleasure through you.

“S-sorry!” You stammer out. You can’t believe what’s happening. Finally a cute girl moves in next door and you embarrass yourself by popping a massive boner in front of her the second you meet. She must think you’re a total creep. To make matters worse, now you’re standing in the hallway cupping your crotch like an idiot. You feel your face start to go red.

“Oh my...” She laughs, “I’m surprised you have enough blood free to manage a blush...”

Something about her laughter is turning you on even more. You feel another throb pulse through your cock, and a small trickle of precum oozes out into your light-grey gym-shorts. Oh god oh god... Where are your keys? You spot them not far from Olga’s feet. Before you can even open your mouth, she’s bending over to pick them up for you. The long look down her top sends your cock into a frenzy, and you don’t quite manage to keep from moaning this time. She starts giggling again.

“And I thought I was dressed conservatively today!”

“It’s not, uh... It’s...” You can barely string two words together, your mind is caught somewhere between panic and mad arousal.

“Hey, hey... It’s okay,” Olga brushes up close to you and squeezes your arm reassuringly, “Your country gets too hung up about sex. You see a beautiful woman, and your little cocky gets all hard and leaky. It’s natural.”

As if in response to her words your cock pulses out another sticky ooze of precum. You groan. The sensation of your hands pressing on your dick, plus the close proximity of this incredibly attractive woman, are starting to push you to the edge. You want to move your hands away, but you can feel the sticky warmth of precum through your shorts, and you don’t want her to know how badly she’s affected you.

“Shh... Shhh... It’s okay.” Olga steps back and runs her hand through her hair, pushing her breasts out as she does so, “Why don’t you just let it out?”

Your eyes are locked on her magnificent tits. You mutter-groan a response: “Whaaat?” You aren’t sure you heard her correctly.

“Yes. Let your cum out. Go on. You know you can’t stop it. You’re going to cum anyway, you might as well enjoy it. Don’t fight it... Let go of the last of your resistance... Stare deeply into my cleavage and let your cocky burst!”

“Uhhh... Noooo...” You try not to, but it’s like her words are bypassing your brain and speaking directly to your dick. Every word pushes deeper into you, making your rock hard cock throb and spasm in response. You press down on your dick harder, willing it with everything you have to settle down, willing your orgasm to abate with every ounce of self-control you have.

“Yesss... You can’t stop it. You’re going to cum...” She whispers.

“Nooo...” But it’s useless. The humiliation, her urging, the sight of her curvaceous body, it’s all too much for your poor cock. With a superhuman effort you try, one last time, to hold back the flood of cum threatening to explode into your shorts... You take one last look at Olga’s boobs as your prepare to turn away.

“Cum for me!” She commands, just as your eyes settle on her chest.

And with that your cock bursts. The cum streams out of you in great, throbbing wads. Your hands fall to your side as the sensation blows through you, rendering you a helpless, vestigial extension of your orgasming dick. You feel the fluid soak through the fabric of your shorts, collecting in a great, creamy dollop on the front of your trunks, but you don’t make any move to cover it up. All you can do is groan and spasm in place as the pleasure wrecks you.

“Ahahaha!” Olga throws her head back and laughs, “You boys are all so easy. Listen, unless you want every person in this building to know you just lost your load in your shorts, you’ll go inside and get yourself cleaned up, then come back and move these boxes in for me!” She tosses your keys dismissively at your feet.

"Wh... What?” You ask, but she’s already leaving. You sigh and pick your keys up, the massive load of sticky cum quickly cooling in your pants. Maybe having a cute girl as your neighbour won’t be so great after all.

[three-two-one-oops]

“Uh oh, look at this guy! He can’t keep his eyes off you! That’s right perve, she’s wearing a low-cut top. So what? Wait... Look at his pants! Oh my god, one look at you and he’s about to lose his cum! What’s the deal? Is it her boobies? Are they just too big, too round, too soft... They’re going to make your weak little cocky cream everywhere, aren’t they? It’s getting so hard, so leaky, so close to bursting, isn’t it? You’re going to sperm your pants right here, surrounded by people, and there’s nothing you can do to stop it! If only you could look away... But you can’t, can you? Her titties are just too much for you! Oh no, here it comes! There’s no stopping it, no resisting your orgasm... Here it comes!!”

*spurt* *spurt* *spurt*

“Aaah I can’t believe you actually did it! Security! I’ve got another sicko for you to throw out!”

[three-two-one-oops]

“Bae, come snap a photo of me and Cindy!”

Aaron gulped. A day at the beach with his girlfriend Lucy had sounded great, until she mentioned meeting Cindy there. Her best friend was a bit of a handful, both figuratively and literally. His peaceful day had turned into one long, embarrassing episode as he tried to keep his eyes off her huge boobs. And keep his massive erection hidden when he failed.

Aaron pointed the camera at the pair, snapping a few quick ones, fighting the urge to abuse the zoom function and take a few of Cindy’s rack for later. For her part, Cindy seemed totally unaware of the effect she was having on him as she posed before each shot, sliding her arms under her tits to accentuate her deep cleavage (no doubt for Instagram later.) Aaron felt a familiar tightness in his shorts as he watched her primp, almost forgetting his girlfriend was in the frame until she spoke up:

“Okay, now get one of us staring off into the distance...”

“O-okay...”

The girls sat themselves down at his feet, and looked off somewhere out of frame. No longer watched by Lucy, Aaron couldn’t help but stare deeply into Cindy’s cleavage. His cock began throbbing in his shorts. Cindy rolled her shoulders, and Aaron groaned gently as the flesh of her breasts wobbled in her bikini top. He felt a trickle of precum ooze out of his rock hard cock.

“Come on Azzy!” Lucy urged.

“Yeah Aaron,” Cindy pushed her breasts out and looked up at him, “Shoot.”

Aaron’s hips bucked involuntarily, the slight friction of his cock against his shorts almost just enough to... to... He grabbed at his crotch in panic, but couldn’t stop the orgasm. With a long, defeated groan of agonised pleasure, Aaron shot his load into his trunks. Cindy burst out laughing as Lucy slowly realised what was happening.

“Not again!” Lucy cried, as she turned to Cindy “Why do you always do this?”

Cindy got up and brushed sand off herself, “Hey, I can’t help it if all your boyfriends are preemie losers... Want to hit a bar?”

Cindy strode away, and after a long, disgusted glare, Lucy followed, leaving Aaron with a hot, sticky mess in his pants, and just a few photos to remember her by.

[three-two-one-oops]

“Aww poor baby... I know it’s been weeks since we’ve been intimate but it’s just so much bother for so little payoff. For me, at least. Even when you were getting it daily you could barely last two minutes. I can only imagine what your stamina is like now that you’ve been deprived for so long. Hell, I bet you’re so desperate that you’ll cum in your shorts the second I give my big, bouncy titties a squeeze, won’t you? No? Are you sure? If you can go ten seconds without bursting in your pants while I grope myself, I’ll let you do whatever you want to me. Ready? One... Two...”

*spurt* *spurt* *spurt*

“Yeah, that’s what I thought.”

[three-two-one-oops]

“Excuse me, miss. Do you have, uh...”

*twitch* *twitch* *twitch*

“Do I have what?”

“The uh...”

*twitch* *throb* *throb*

“Yes?”

*throb* *THROB* *THROB*

“The uh, the time?”

*THROB* *OOZE* *THROB*

“The time? It’s 3:10, why?”

“I was just wondering what uh...”

*THROB* *THROB* *THROB*

“...What time you had... Had... Had...”

*splat*

“Uuuugh to-be-back-in-heaveeeen!”

*SPLAT* *SPURT* *SPURT*

“Oh wow.”

*SPURT* *spurt* *spurt*

“So you couldn’t even look at me long enough to deliver one pick-up line, huh stud?”

“Ugh, n-no...”

*spurt* *twitch* *twitch*

“Wow. Okay, well, was there anything else?”

“No... S-sorry for wasting your time...”

[three-two-one-oops]

“Hurry up and snap the pictures, it’s freezing out here!” Olivia draped the faux-fur blanket over her shoulders and posed as Chuck fumbled with his camera. When his friend Olivia had mentioned that she wanted to start a career as a glamour model, Chuck had been nothing but supportive. And when she’d shyly asked him if he’d help her put her first portfolio together, he’d become very supportive. Olivia was a smoking hottie just dressed for a casual hang, he couldn’t wait to see her posing for him wearing almost nothing. But volunteering to be her photographer had seemed like a much better idea inside, near the fire.

Chuck finally got the focus right and began snapping. Even rugged up as he was, the biting cold had him shivering. But photographing Olivia in her skimpy little bikini was making a lie of any such thing as ‘shrinkage.’ From the moment she’d stepped out of the bathroom in her barely-there bathing suit he’d been rock hard, his cock twitching in time with every jiggle of her large, soft breasts, and throbbing even harder as he trailed after her out into the yard, helplessly mesmerised by her fantastic ass. Half the reason he’d struggled to get the camera set-up had been the immense distraction of her bare flesh, which he’d so often fantasised about. She changed poses, draping the fur so that just a tantalising glimpse of her ass was visible over the fabric. Chuck took another few shots, hoping his simple jeans were enough to hide his pulsing erection.

“Okay, now uh...” Olivia turned back to face him, “I need... You know... Some body shots...” She blushed slightly, despite the cold, “If you don’t mind.”

“W-what were you thinking?” Chuck gulped, his cock straining like a hot iron rod against the cold denim fabric of his jeans. The rubbing sensation was starting to get him, sending little shockwaves of pleasure rippling up into his stomach and down through his thighs.

“Just a few close-ups of...” She gestured at her chest, “But if you’re not comfortable with it I understand!”

“No! Uh, I mean, I agreed to help, so...” Chuck looked back through the viewfinder, zooming in on her chest, trying to keep an eager leer off his face. Olivia shrugged the fur off her shoulders, draping it in such a way that it revealed the entirety of her ample bosom. He drank in her flawless skin, the soft contours of her breasts, the slightest jiggle as she shifted from one foot to the other. The throbbing in his pants grew in intensity as he stared, the sensitive head of his cock being pushed harder and harder against the rough denim. He snapped a photo, and then another.

“How do they look?” Olivia asked.

“Incredible...” Chuck whispered to himself, then added, loud enough so that she could hear, “Not bad, lighting’s good out here.”

“Should I do something else?”

“Like what?”

“I don’t know... Push them together, or something?” Chuck’s cock surged in his pants. The idea of Olivia fondling her breasts - at his request - almost pushed him over the edge. Sure, when he’d dreamed about this, it hadn’t been in this exact scenario, but still...

“Uh yeah, you could try that...” He licked his lips, the cold air going unnoticed as the fire raging in his body drove out the chill, “Or even, you know, bounce them a little...”

“Bounce them?” Olivia sounded more amused than put-off by his suggestion. He switched the selector on the camera over to burst mode, setting the ISO high to reduce the motion blur.

“Y-yeah. It’ll give the whole thing a, uh, spontaneous-...” God why did I use that word? “-...uh, action feeling, you know?”

“Oh... Okay...”

Olivia slipped her hands up under her breasts, cupping them, and began to jiggle them lightly. Chuck stared, slack-jawed, barely able to do more than breathe and drown in the pleasure surging through his cock. Olivia interpreted the lack of shutter clicks as encouragement to do more, so she picked up the pace. He zoomed a little closer, totally lost in the sight of her big titties bouncing in her hands. Without realising he was doing it, Chuck began rocking back-and-forwards in place, rubbing his cock against his jeans in time with her bounces, each subtle thrust bringing him more and more pleasure. He groaned a little as the sensations began to peak.

“Should I go faster?” Olivia asked, a little breathless.

“Uhhh...” He half-moaned in reply. She increased the tempo anyway, her boobs almost leaping out of her little bikini as she kneaded her chest. Chuck froze as his tingling, leaking cock reached its breaking point. He was on a knife’s edge, but desperate not to go over the edge and actually lose it in his pants. He grit his teeth, riding the edge, determined not to cum...

“Chuck!” Olivia interrupted his concentration, refocusing his attention on her big bouncy boobies as she jiggled them in front of him, “It’s cold! Hurry up and shoot!”

He groaned and threw his head back as his cock exploded. Pleasure wracked him, making his knees weak, as jet after jet of hot cum shot into his pants. He heard the distant whir of the shutter as an involuntary spasm caused his finger to press down on the shutter-release.

“Oh my god Chuck what the fuck?” Olivia shouted.

“S-sorry...” He moaned, as the last drop of cum in his balls twitched into his now saturated jeans, “I-... I didn’t mean...”

“You’re disgusting!” She span and stormed back towards the house. Chuck shouted another apology and moved to follow her, but discovered a new, and more pressing, issue: His rapidly deflating cock was now stuck, painfully, to his jeans. His premature cream had frozen, sticking his member to his pants as surely as a foolhardy kid’s tongue to a lightpole. He waddled after her, aware that she’d be gone long before he could crabwalk his way to the house. 

But at least he had the pictures.