CFNM: Cleavage Fractionated No Memory

“You can stare if you want,” Amber didn’t look up from her phone as she reached up with her free hand and undid a button on her tight, blue, silk blouse. “But the longer you stare into my cleavage, the deeper you’ll sink.”

Amber was a little younger than Chris, but some of the age differences really stood out sometimes. She was tanned, brown eyed, had dark brown iron straight hair, a toned, muscular body, sharp facial features including a narrow nose, and tits that were simply undeniable.

There was no escaping them, especially on her frame. She wasn’t curvaceous anywhere else, though she did have a tight, well rounded ass she’d obviously forged in the gym  and that was also almost as hard to ignore, but she didn’t look like she had a curvy frame, figure, or disposition, so she was either blessed  or her tits were fake. But fake and real were all about the same from afar… and they were probably fake.

Chris laughed, “Sink?”

She undid another button and didn’t even look his way, she was obviously busy, “Yes, sink. They’ll hypnotize you.”

He snorted a laugh this time, “I’m sorry… what now?”

A nice, deep valley of her tanned cleavage, a view he was more than passingly familiar with based on some of what he’d seen her wear other days, spilled out from those undone buttons.

“My tits will hypnotize you,” she used both hands to open her blouse more to give him an even better view of the tops of her large, still probably fake, tits and her deep cleavage. “And you’ll sink deeper into trance the longer you stare.”

“Are you serious?” He was staring over at her, and she wasn’t even making eye contact with him. More so, her tone hadn’t changed at all, it was her usual, matter of fact, if not occasionally bossy and dismissive tone, and she was practically ignoring him.

“Completely,” she’d picked up her phone again. “You’re getting hypnotized by my tits right now, and the more you keep staring deeper down into my  cleavage, the deeper you’ll sink.”

Chris laughed, “Do you like, really know hypnosis or something?”

“It doesn’t matter if ‘I’ know hypnosis or not,” she didn’t look up and the only change in her tone was the emphasis on I. “My tits do, and they’re hypnotizing you into staring deeper into my cleavage. You’re going to look away in a second, and you’ll try not to look back at them, but you will.”

He was going to roll his eyes, but he realized he was staring right into her cleavage, and he’d, dismissively, started half ignoring what she’d been saying. As he stared at her tits, and she stopped talking, he thought maybe he should say something else, but he didn’t know what, so he just looked away… which took a second because those were nice tits… really nice tits… and tried to get back to work.  

“And every time you look away,” it was like she knew he was right about to start working again “you’ll feel the difference, you’ll feel their hypnotic pull, bringing you back, and it’s like I said, the longer you stare, the deeper you’ll sink.”

Her voice had called his attention back to her, and that attention went right back to Amber’s tits.

He planned on moving his eyes up, or over, just shifting his gaze a little bit, but there was something captivating and subversive… something truly compelling about his coworker letting him stare at, not her naked tits… far from it… just more of her great tits than usual.

“Pretty soon you won’t be able to look away from them at all, and when that happens, you won’t really be able to remember what’s happening, because you’ll be so deeply hypnotized by my  tits, and you’ll have sunk so deep into my cleavage you’ll be too lost to think for yourself.”

Since she’d started going on about her hypno-tits again he started to half listen again while he stared.

He looked away, typed a  few words on his screen, then found himself looking at her tits again, staring into her deep cleavage as he felt the need to, if not argue with her, then at least challenge her, or not let her get the last word, or… at least just respond to her nonsense.

“And until you realize you can’t look away and you just keep staring, every time you feel their pull on you, pulling you deeper into my cleavage, and deeper into hypnosis,” she ran a finger up dna down between that deep cleavage3, obviously accentuated by her bra, “you’ll feel more and more foggy, and confused, as you start forgetting about everything else, except staring at my tits.”  

“Come on Amber…” his mind trailed off for a second as she traced her finger up and down again.

“Trust me,” she brushed her finger across the tops of her breasts, then brought that hand back to her phone.

He looked back as his screen for a second, then, feeling a soft, warm, distracting sensation in the back of his mind, making it hard for him to focus, until he could at least convince her she was wrong, or again, not let her get the last word, he found himself look back at those large, welcoming breasts and that deep, deep cleavage. 

 Her tanned, smooth skin looked warm and soft to the touch, and the swell of her tits, their curve, made them stand out even more the longer he stared. They looked fake; they looked sexy as hell, and he’d been staring for a minute before he spoke again. “You don’t think I’ll get hypnotized just staring at your tits right now. I mean they’re really nice, but… “

He caught himself, realizing just what he was saying out loud, and what he was doing, then looked away in embarrassment.

“No, you won’t get hypnotized by my tits ‘right now’, Chris.” She traced a nail down her breast, still speaking in her regular voice but with a hint more dismissiveness in her tone, “I know you’ll keep sinking deeper into hypnotized trance staring at them, because you’re already hypnotized. And Chris, your mind’s already starting to get fuzzy, and foggy, so you better look away now, okay?”

He blinked and stared at those amazing, big, perfect tits that just seemed to hold his vision while her words, whatever she was saying about hypnotizing him with her boobs, seemed to fade away as soon as she started talking.

He didn’t realize just when he’d looked back at them; he’d tried to keep his eyes on his screen after he realized he’d gotten caught up staring at them, but…

“Look away from my tits Chris, you haven’t sunk deep enough where you can’t do it,” the dismissiveness was gone as she was back to idle banter “yet.”

It was weird, he looked back at his screen and sat there for a minute, and he didn’t remember what he was working on or at least what he was supposed to be working on.

Everything on the screen was blurry, his mind was foggy, soft, everything in front of his eyes, and in his own mind was out of focus.

Her tits were the only thing he could really see clearly, her deep cleavage was pulling his focus in more and more.

“Every time you stare at them, you sink deeper.”

Amber’s voice carried through the small office they shared, and he realized he’d zoned out and ended up staring at her tits again, instead of his screen.

He’d meant to try and extract himself from the conversation, or at least stop feeding into her nonsense, but again, he couldn’t remember when he looked back at her tits this last time.

“That’s it Chris, just keep sinking deeper. You’re almost completely under, but I know you won’t believe me, so why don’t you get back to work again, and really try not to look at my tits again.” She was upbeat, and normal, and she undid another button, showing him even more cleavage, and a hint of a pale, pastel blue bra.

Amber’s big,  probably fake, beautiful, tanned tits were right there, and he felt something in her voice pushing him to look away. He also wanted to stop this, whatever it was, because Amber was being so weird about it..

But…

But as soon as her tits were out of his view, as soon as that deep cleavage was out of sight, Chris felt how strangely distracted, unfocused, and softly confused he wa agains. He couldn’t think straight, and it felt impossible not to just stare back at Amber’s tits.

“Oh god,” his eyelids were fluttering and his shoulders started to slump down, “it’s…”

He was going to say “working”, but she cut him off.   

“Now just try and look away, and you’ll see what I mean. about sinking deeper, and forgetting what’s happening.”

He stared, and blinked, telling himself he would look away in just another second… just another second… 

“It’s okay Chris,” his eyelids were getting heavier, he was blinking slowly and feeling strangely distant, focused and unfocused all at once, “it’s not up to you. You don’t have a choice, it’s just what happens. You can’t resist them, you can’t even look away from them now, can you?”

There was nothing special about what she said or how she said it, she just spoke to him the same way she always did, and that casual and familiar speech pattern made the words hit harder and harder as his mind started to fog over, while his thoughts drifted into nothing at the edges..

“This is ridiculous Amber,” his voice was soft, his words distant, barely more than a mumble, and he tried to will or reason this not to happen. “You’re not hypnotizing me. You’re just showing me your tits, and I’m staring because…”

Chris lacked conviction, and as he stared into her cleavage, he felt like it was getting closer, like his gaze was sinking deeper in between her breasts.

It was too hard for him to finish talking, too hard to put the words together, and all he wanted to do was stare.

“Because you can’t look away now. It’s really okay, it’s not your fault, you’re just hypnotized by my tits, and all you can do is sink deeper. It’s like I said, the longer you stare into my cleavage, the deeper you sink, and the more you look away, the more powerfully you get pulled back in, and pulled even deeper down.”

Chris told himself he was going to look at her, make her look him in the eyes, and make her own up to how ridiculous she sounded… but…

“Just look at me. Look me in the eye, if you can, and tell me you’re not hypnotized by my cleavage and my great tits.” 

Again, she said the words like she was asking him where he wanted to go for lunch, and the normalcy in her voice, and matter of fact statement of it all, on top of the fact he really couldn’t bring himself to look away from her cleavage, was making it more believable.

“I’m not hypnotized by your tits Amber,” he was still speaking in barely over a mumble, and the words lacked as much conviction as they did volume and clarity. He was also not looking into her eyes, and he couldn’t tell if he’d said the words because he wanted to, or if they’d just sort of come out on command.

Saying the words she’d told him to had been easier than saying the words he’d wanted to.

“Oh, you almost did it Chris, but you can’t, because you’re hypnotized into not being able to look away just like I said, and as you sink deeper in my cleavage just like I said, you’re going to stop remembering any of this, because you’re being hypnotized into forgetting what my tits are doing to you.” 

This couldn’t be happening.

His mind was soft, his cock was hard, and he couldn’t remember how long he’d been staring. he couldn’t find a good reason to look away, a good reason to stop looking deep into her cleavage, admiring those amazing breasts, or… or… why he was still staring at her tits past the obvious reasons.

Still, the sound of her voice just soaked into him, and just listening to her, just staring at her, he couldn’t understand why he couldn’t… just… look… away…

Had she said that to him, or had he just thought that? 

All Amber had done was undo a few buttons, show off a little more skin, and tell him her cleavage… her perfect, deep cleavage, between those large, clearly fake, but incredibly nice tits, tits he couldn’t look away from… cleavage that was pulling him deeper… and deeper…

Was she actually hypnotizing him?

And tell him…

Was Amber, with her great tits and her dismissive but compelling voice, actually hypnotizing him?

Tell him…

Was he hypnotized by her… by her tits?

“That’s right, you can’t resist it, it’s just what happens when you stare into my cleavage. You get hypnotized by my tits, hypnotized by my tits, completely hypnotized by my tits now, and that means you’ll do whatever you’re told.”

Now she sounded like a manager giving instructions, or coaching, and while there was nothing sexy about her tone, the familiar and normal way she spoke seemed to make everything even more erotic than it already was.

“You will only remember what I let you remember, and you will do whatever you’re told, because my tits have hypnotized you into mindless obedience, just like I said they would.”

He was hard,  getting harder, and his mind was soft and fuzzy, swimming on the verge of sleep. He tried to string together, as his conscious thoughts flittered and fluttered away from him, how this was really happening.

Of course there was something sexy about her telling him to stare at her tits, obviously… just like it was obviously sexy when she had unbuttoned a few buttons… and of course he was going to stare at them, and keep looking back at them, but…

But that couldn’t really hypnotize someone.

There was no way he was getting hypnotized.

I mean, she’d been so ridiculous when she’d started talking about it, and…

Chris tried to tell himself he was just hungry, or needed a cup of coffee, or was just thinking with his dick…

Or…

And…

And now she undid one more button before picking her phone up again as she continued speaking, her bra fully on display, silky or satiny, he didn’t know what, only that her tits were big, very big, the bra was lifting them too and pushing them together, and he couldn’t remember what he was thinking about a second ago. 

“You’re hypnotized by my tits, unable to look away from them, and the deeper you sink into my cleavage, the more you’ll feel the irresistible need to do what you’re told, and the more you resist, the more you try and look away, or speak, the more powerful their pull on you becomes.”

He was getting ready to say something, trying to stir some cogent thought, but whatever he was going to say was slipping away from him as he stared into her cleavage, even as he was still vaguely trying to look away, and feeling his eyelids getting heavier and heavier the harder he tried.

Chris realized he was getting sleepy, realized he couldn’t look away from her deep cleavage, and couldn’t remember what she’d said more than a minute ago, not really. He was swimming in the sound of her voice, and losing himself more and more as he cock twitched while he stared, entranced by her tits and compelled to keep staring deeper and deeper into her cleavage.

“Every time my tits pulled your focus back, they pulled you deeper by showing you that they can do this to you. And every time you stared back down into cleavage, you felt yourself getting pulled deeper, just like I said, and your mind agreed with me. Your mind obeyed me.”

It was impossible.

The spark of pride that was burning there, the rational thought he was trying to hold on to, was keeping him from plummeting the rest of the way down… but it wasn’t strong enough to pull his gaze up from deep in her cleavage.

And more so, that spark was blinking in and out, and getting dimmer every time it came back.

“It’s just what happens when you’ve sunk this deep into my hypnotic cleavage. It’s just what happens when you stare at my tits and sink deeper into my cleavage. You can’t resist it, it’s not even about you, and it’s not up to you, it’s just what happens. And now that it’s happened to you, you feel it happening more and more the longer you stare. You feel it happening, and you can’t look away because you’re too deep now, and because I told you that you can’t.”

He was swimming in a hazy, distant space, his eyelids barely open, and it felt so strange, so strange and surreal it was easier to just sit and stare, silently. His cock was harder than it had been in a long time, not without being touched, maybe not even without fucking… 

Her tits were making him harder than sex did, her tits and her voice… that somewhat bored, but smooth and undeniable voice… a voice like her tits… that he just couldn’t resist.

“You can’t look away,” she had gotten up and was walking towards him, “you have to obey.”

She stood there, blouse open, tanned, muscular abs on display, ignored in favor of her big tits, her huge, beautiful, tits in her soft, shimmering, pale blue bra.

“You feel it happening,” she stood over him, straddling his legs as he sat in his chair, staring up at her tits, his cock tented in his pants, pointing up at her. “Your brain knows this is real, your brain knows this has really happened to you, and it’s really happening to you…”

“Hold on,” he sat there as she brushed his keyboard out of the way and sat on the edge of his desk, “Now you can’t look away, you have to obey.”

He sat in his chair, staring up at her tits, even as she reached down and pulled her skirt up, then pulled her panties to the side. “Chris, I want you to lick my pussy now. ”

He tried to lean in, but his chair was obviously too high.

“Get out of the chair and do it,” he started to move to do so, but he kept looking up at her tits.

“It’s okay, you will see my tits and only my tits when you close your eyes and obey me.”

He did what he was told, and as his tongue touched her very wet slit, he felt her hand on the back of his head, a hand that kept him there as her tits filled his closed eyes, his mind’s eye, and became even more his world than her pussy that he was eating.

There wasn’t really any feedback or encouragement from Amber, and eventually the hand went away and there were just her legs over his shoulders, and as those legs started to squeeze his head and pull him tighter and closer, that was the only indicator that anything was happening.

And then everything faded away…

“Hey Chris?”

 Chris looked up from his screen and over at Amber, and as he saw her smile at him, he felt his eyes drop down to her cleavage. Her blue silk blouse was unbuttoned down to below her breasts and it was open, showing the deep expanse of her cleavage and her bra.

“How’s work been going today?” She said it the same way she asked him how his weekend was every Monday morning, asking out of manners and habit, not interest.

“it seems like you haven’t gotten a lot done today,” He stared at her, at her tits, and he tried to look over at his screen, but there was something just so compelling about Amber’s breasts… something so captivating about her deep cleavage, it was like he’d never seen tits before, like he’d never seen her show this much cleavage before… even though she’d absolutely worn tops that he’d seen her have on under an outer layer she’d taken off…

“How far did you get on your project?” She was politely asking, barely looking his direction, barely making it sound like she’d said anything at all past the most shallow smalltalk.

He stared at her breasts, entranced… fixated on her deep cleavage… falling in… sinking deeper between them.

“I, uh…” he was having a hard time thinking, having a hard time remembering what he was going to say, what she’d even asked him. He felt woozy and disoriented, and all he could do was stare deeper and deeper into her cleavage.

‘What have you even done today?”

He couldn’t remember, he couldn’t keep track of where any of his morning had gone. he was entranced and enthralled.

No words escaped his mouth as he stared at her breasts.

He was utterly transfixed.

“Well,” she stood up, “what do you want for lunch?”

They didn’t have lunch together every day, sometimes they’d take turns going to get food and bringing it back for each other, but… He didn’t know what he wanted, he didn't know anything really, he was lost… floating between being awake and asleep, staring at those amazing tits.

“I know what you want.”

She pulled down her panties, pulled down her skirt, and took off her blouse, so she was only wearing her high heels, and her bra, “Come over here and eat me out again.”

The spark of pride, of self, and awareness came back.

Do what?

It wasn’t very bright, and it wasn’t very strong, but it was enough.

Do what, again?

Just enough to be aware of what was happening.

He was surprised as he got up, walked over to her side of the office, got down on his knees, and wordlessly did what he was told.

The spark went out.

“That’s right,” he closed his eyes and saw her tits in her bra in his mind’s eye. “You can’t look away, you must obey.”

She angled up to sit on her desk just enough, “You can’t look away, you must obey. Whenever you see my cleavage, you sink deeper down, hypnotized by my tits, captivated and captured by my cleavage, and the more you try and look away, the more you try to resist, and the more you try to disobey, the stronger the pull my tits have on you, and the more irresistible my commands become. It’s not up to you, resist or surrender, all you can do is stare at my hypnotic tits and sink deeper under my power. tell my pussy you can’t look away, you must obey.”

She giggled as he obeyed, they moaned, "That's it, right there, as he tongue moved while he spoke.”

With no memory of the fact this was the second time he’d serviced her that morning, Chris, mindlessly and obediently gave himself to her until she pushed his face away.

“I know what I want for lunch,” she turned around and leaned over her desk, “fuck me Chris.”

It happened automatically… at first.

At first, Chris slid into her, his hard cock, which had come to life without any real conscious awareness at first, delighting in her softness, her warmth, and her slickness. He put his hands on her hips and pushed in, feeling how tight she was, and feeling a deep, desperate, almost adolescent need to just fucking cum.

But then, for reasons he couldn’t explain, he sudden;y became keenly aware of just what he was doing. he was fucking his officemate, fucking his coworker, and he had… not no idea why, Amber was objectively hot but… but she was kind of a bitch, and as much as he’d appreciated her looks, this was not something he would have ever wanted to do, not in the office… not…

Was she on her phone?

“Keep fucking me Chris,” she didn’t even attempt to turn, and she wasn’t looking over her shoulder at him with her phone. “Come on, keep fucking me, just don’t cum yet, okay.”

Those last words were purely condescending, she sounded like every bad manager he’d ever had, and she was in no way, shape, or form his boss. His hips moved on instinct, he cock pushed into her, but his pace slowed, and slowed, “Amber, what are we doing?”

He slid out of her, his pants partially pulled down, his cock sticking out the flap of his boxers.

She stood up, her phone flat on her desk, and reached around herself to unclasp her bra, then turned around, and he watched it fall from her tits, and watched her tits, pushed up and together, fall, and jiggle.

Her large, naked, natural tits bounced as they fell, and she cupped them and started to play with them, pushing them together and around and around, “Look at them Chris, you can’t look away, you must obey.”

The lights didn’t go out behind his eyes immediately, he watched her for a time… a short time, as she pushed her tits together, massaging them around and round in a steady, continuous pattern, repeating the words, “You can’t look away, you must obey” over and over until…

Until he stood there, eyes half closed, his mouth moving along with her voice saying, “I can’t look away, I must obey” over and over until there wasn;t a thought in his head, just her tits, and his need to obey.

“Now let’s try this again,” she knelt down and wrapped her tits around his cock and started fucking it, and he stared at her, repeating the words she’d slid into his mind in the same zombie-like tone. “You’re going to strip naked for me, stripping down the very last of your resistance and self-control, then you’re going to fuck me as I bend over my desk, because that’s how I like it, and because it’s the most comfortable way to do it, and you are not going to cum until I tell you to, and when you cum, you’re going to cum so hard that you’re going to become permanently hypnotized by me, and completely under my control, because that’s what happens when I fuck anyone I’ve hypnotized with my breasts, like I’ve hypnotized you.”

He started pulling his shirt off as she fucked him more with her tits, “And you know that it isn’t up to you, it’s not about you, it’s just what happens.” HIs shirt and under-shirt were off, and she reached over to pull down his pants the rest of the way, before continuing, squeezing his cock between her breasts until it disappeared as he stepped out of his shoes and his pants. “There’s nothing you can do, it’s not a choice, it’s not something you can control. All you can do is be hypnotized by my tits, like you are, and all you can do is get fucked into hypnotized slavery when I make you cum inside me.”

She stood there and he stared at her tits, drooling, eyes empty, and mind blank, “Now fuck me, and remember, you can’t cum until I tell you to, I control that cock just like I control yourt mind and your memory. And when you fuck me, if you ever think you’re thinking, you’ll just remember these tits around your cock, and you’ll sink even deeper into hypnosis than you are right now.”

She turned around, put one hand on her desk, then picked her phone up with the other, and let out a satisfied moan as he cock slid into her.

Chris, for his part, felt the wave of pleasure that came from sliding his dick into a tight, warm, welcoming, and very wet slit, but there was no thinking, and no real awareness. He was stripped down to an animalistic, stupefied version of himself, and while his conscious mind was gone, subconsciously everything she’d said and done had taken hold of his mind, his body, and his cock…

A cock that from the moment it slid inside her, was on the verge of exploding.

HIs body moved on instinct and command, thrusting, pumping, and fucking, and she just stood there, bent over, on her phone, enjoying it, but doing nothing. Every time his body got close to cumming, every time he felt like he was on the edge, his thrusts slowed, and his body ceased its frantic pace.

When this happened, it made her moan, and laugh, and she would say some soft words of encouragement like, “That’s it, “ or “that’s Right”, and end it with, “You can’t cum until I tell you to.”

Finally, after he didn’t know how long, she just said, “Cum”, and he did.

She said it the same way she’d say “okay”, the same dismissive way she’d acknowledge feedback she didn’t agree with, or anything she didn’t care about, and somehow that just made him cum that much harder.

He was holding on to her hips, moaning and panting and thrusting for all he was worth, and as he came, as every last drop of cum exploded into her, his mind and body shuddered, and he collapsed off of her, down to the ground in a heap.

“Hey Chris,” he looked up from his screen over at Amber, at her deep cleavage, and felt a soft, dumb smile stretch across his face. “I sent you a link for my doc, can you finish it while I go get us some lunch?”

“Of course Amber, anything for you.” he put his project, which he was very behind on, to the side and started reading over hers instead. As Amber walked out of the office, she turned and pulled up her blouse, showing him her big natural breasts, and he felt his cock stirring…

Not in his pants… because he was naked… completely naked in his office chair, while Amber fixed her blouse, then walked out.