The Size of Weakness 

“Come here,” she held his hand and walked him into her bedroom. The noise of the party was still thick as she shut the door, but it didn’t matter. 

Somehow, in that drunk, spontaneous way, they’d started kissing, having barely brushed the surface of talk, just feeling the electricity of a sudden and powerful connection. 

He’d felt it as soon as he’d looked into her eyes. They were gray, or a pale ghostlike blue, and they smiled to him from across the room. They were not the first thing he, or any guy would have noticed about her; that would have been her breasts. 

It was obvious to her, he knew, that that was what he saw and her eyes had told him that was more than fine. He’d started talking to her, saying hello, introducing himself, the same small talk, and she had been nice, demur really. Her voice was naturally soft, as soft as her hand had been on his, and it felt like she was absorbing his energy, like she was welcoming him into her world. 

It hadn’t taken long before she had leaned in close to him, so close she was almost the one doing the kissing, and when their lips met, her hand still on his, she squeezed it. Then, as contact broke, she laughed. 

It was a little, self aware, sigh of a laugh, an encouraging, sound that went along with the bright spark in her eyes and in his chest. 

He felt her in the air around him, like she was wrapped around him, like she had pulled him even closer than their kiss had, and it felt good. 

As soon as the door was shut, they were kissing again, deeper, stronger, sloppier kisses that led to their hands beginning to rove. 

He wanted to do more than rub her back, and her arms, more than touch her face and run his fingers through her curly black hair, he wanted to touch her chest, to squeeze her enormous breasts, to feel their weight, to touch something that was so much more than a handful, to fondle tits that were almost the size of his head, but something stopped him. 

The thought of those tits, their feel pressed up against his chest, her touch, her kisses, the feel of her lips on his neck, all of it was making his cock jump upright faster and harder than he was used to, and part of him didn’t want her to think it was just those massive breasts that brought him into her room. 

It was, but it wasn’t, and... Her hand was between his legs and she was whispering in his ear, “Oh, you feel big, can I see it?” “Yeah,” his hand moved down, but she stopped him. “Can I take it out for you,” she sounded coy and even batted her eyelashes at him, “please?” The please got to him, and his answer was a hungry kiss and a hand that started to cup her chest “Oh silly,” her hand closed on his and pushed it flat against her breast, she was wearing a thin black off the shoulder sweater that showed off one wide purple bra strap and more of her creamy pale skin. “You have to say yes, or I won’t know if you really want it.” 

Her other hand was still between his legs, and she rubbed a little more as she spoke, “Can I please take it out for you?” 

The hand that was keeping his groping hand still, was tracing its fingers along his as she said those words, and his yes came with a shift in his hips as all the stimulation made him jerk like a dog being scratched. 

She let go of him, and with both hands unzipped him, undid his belt and his pants, then pulled them down, “Oh, it is nice and big, and I bet it’s strong too.” 

It was dialogue from any porno ever made, but the way she said it, the way her eyes grew, none of it was breathy, or flattering, and her giggle was an affirmation that she genuinely appreciated what he had to offer. 

She slid both hands around his cock, and while he never thought it was anything special, he never got any complaints. To see her hands close around it, the smaller hands of a girl her stature, she was short and small save for her breasts that looked even more massive by comparison, made him feel strong. It made him feel like his cock wasn’t just a good-sized piece. 

This girl with her great tits complimenting him, wanting to touch him, to see it, to hold it, to rub it, made him feel truly powerful. 

Her pulling his cock out, seeing it in those hands as she knelt down and whispered to it, “You’re nice and big aren’t you” made him want to grab her by the hair and stick it between her lips. 

She looked up at him from her knees, eyes bright, licking her lips, “Do you want me to give it a kiss?” It was the same genuine tone, the same not really coy, but still wholly aware quality that made her feel so sincere. 

“Yeah I do,” he paused as those pale eyes looked at him with an equal measure of patience and lust, “I mean, uh... yes?” 

“You don’t sound so sure,” she blew on it, “do you really want me to give it a kiss?” “Yes,” there was no question about what the right response was this time, “god yes.” His shirt was on, she was still fully clothed, and his cock was slipping between those hungry wet lips, and kissed like it was his mouth. It was one long, slow, deliberate and warm kiss, a sucking, slick motion that made his balls hum and his abs tighten. 

“Did you like that?” She was cupping his testicles, one finger teasing his taint as those big eyes stared into his.“Yes.” God it felt good, god he wanted to fuck her brains out. 

“Can I take off your shirt, please?” her hand traced the base of his shaft and was rubbing the underside of his cock. 

“You stay there,” he went to start to lift, but her hands stopped his. “Don’t you want me to?” Her fingers were massaging his hands just like she’d been rubbing his cock, and this pointed, worshipful behavior was really pressing his buttons. 

His cock, which felt larger and thicker than usual, was right there in her face, and he saw her eyeing it as she’d asked him, just like she’d been speaking to it, not really him. 

“Yes,” giving permission felt good, but he wished she would speed things up a little. The build up had started to take on a subtle ache as he wasn’t used to this kind of arousal and this kind of intensity. He also wasn’t used to those tits either, and he still wanted to get his hands on them. 

His shirt slid off and she was standing up again, almost chest to chest with his naked body. Her hands slid down from his shoulders to his wrists, and she lifted them up, guiding his hands to her breasts. 

“Your cock’s so big, I can feel its strength inside you. Do you like my breasts?” She pressed his hands to her chest and held them there, “do you like how this feels?” 

“Yes,” his hands were hungry for her, but his touch was informed by her softness. He kissed her again as he started to grope and whisper in her ear, “Yes I do, I want you so much.” 

He felt her warmth, and he felt her body press up against his as she kissed him back, sliding a hand down between his legs to start to stroke him again, “Will you please undress me?” 

Now it was her turn to moan into his ear, and her voice caused a reflexive squeeze in his hands. Her tits were so big their size softened his compulsive grasping. 

When that hungry jolt passed, his yes came as his hands slid to work on her sweater. “Now,” she gave his cock the lightest squeeze, “will you please take off my boots, and start there?” She started her gentle motion again, and he had to wonder if his cock was getting even bigger. Her voice was sinking into him, and each question, each please was warping around him just like her fingers on his dick, and it felt just as good to say yes to her now as her gentle tugs did. 

The blood felt like it had all rushed from his head, and there was this strain, this pull on his hips that made him feel inhuman. He felt like a beast, like a kind of pent up fuck monster that her touch was awakening. “I can’t wait to feel this inside me, god, I can’t believe how full it is, please, strip me baby, please.” If it wasn’t so hot, and she didn’t sound so genuine, he would have laughed at the content of what she was saying, but instead he knelt down in front of her bed as she sat, and he unzipped the sides of her soft leather boots, and pulled them off. 

“Will you please take my socks off too?” He reached for them, but she lifted a foot up, “You didn’t say yes.” His ache made him feel a little ridiculous himself as he said yes to her foot before it came back down, but it felt necessary, and he liked it. 

After the socks came off too, she stood up, “Do you want to see my panties?” Her tits stuck out like a balcony and from his angle he couldn’t really see her face because of them, but when he said yes again, he heard her let out a giggling sigh and rubbed her hands over her chest while he set to it. 

Her jeans came down, and as they did, she slid her hand between her legs and started rubbing herself over her dark purple panties, “Do you like watching me do this?” 

He found himself fiddling with his balls a little, and then almost compulsively tugging on his cock as her finger worked the damp spot between her legs. It was getting hard to follow what she was asking. It sounded rhetorical, but she’d been saying please and asking him to do everything since they started hooking up. 

“I asked you a question baby, do you like watching me do this?” She asked and gasped with the anxious agency of someone that was close to cumming, He wanted to say yes, but there was something stuck in his brain, all of the moving pieces collided like traffic and he couldn’t sort himself out to say the word to answer her. 

“Or,” her voice was lower, softer, breathier as she continued to finger herself “will you please take of my top now so you can see my breasts like you really need to?” 

It was a mouthful, and it sounded odd, and it had become strangely hard to stop looking, and even harder for him to stop his own lazy rub, but the question was like a release valve, and he could feel his mental jam working itself out. 

She took her finger and brushed it across his lips, and then under his chin, “Don’t you want to see my breasts?”As he said yes to her again, he felt that finger pushing gently up, and he rose to his feet like she was pulling him there. He followed and as he stood, he felt lighter as that sense of mental relief spread. 

“Is it okay if I take over on this?” her hand closed over his, and her fingers danced along his cock as she asked. 

“Yes, oh god, please.” His hands were under her shirt at first, touching her back and her stomach as she stroked him, then something told him not to go too far off course since she’d asked him to do one specific thing. 

But it was hard, because she was talking about how good it felt to hold his cock again, and how it felt so big, and so full. Then, she stopped, so she could slide her arm out of its sleeve as her sweater came over her head. 

She was naked except for her matching bra and panties, and seeing that much more of those tits as her fingers moved to a spider-like tickle made him bite his lip. 

Each one really was almost the size of her head, and she stopped playing with his dick so she could caress them in their bra. Staring at them, their weight and their size were weighing on him, and he felt that strange mental clog from a few moments ago was forming again. 

“Do you want to take off my panties?” Yes, and he did. But this time, as he did what she asked him to, he felt that confused, disassociation spreading, carrying him away as her fingers caressed her chest. 

Then, he was on his knees starting at her very wet slit as a finger gently slid in and out again, her panties in his hand, “You never answer me before, do you still like seeing me do this?” 

Yes he did, and he said yes again before he realized he was speaking, and he said yes again when she asked him if he wanted to kiss it. 

The “it” in this case was her slick finger, and as he sucked on it just like she’d sucked his cock she let out a sharp little grunt of pleasure before asking him another question, “Don’t you want to see my tits?” 

The finger slid out from between his lips, and again it was under his chin pulling upward after he said yes. The word came out of him so readily now he didn’t even feel like he was the one talking. 

It was still wet as she used it to trace circles around the head of his cock while his hands started to pull down the cups of her bra. 

“No, not that. Will you please take off my bra?” He felt a shiver of need flare across his shoulders as he said yes. Her hand left his cock and she turned around, pulling her hair back over her shoulder so it would be out of his way. 

He couldn’t imagine saying no to her now, and he was so in the moment, so caught up in her, he wasn’t thinking about anything else. He wasn’t even thinking at all now, just following her lead, saying yes, doing whatever it meant to satisfy his big powerful cock, automatically responding, his mouth anticipating the moment when he could just say yes, yes to more of her, yes to whatever she wanted. 

It was easier than that feeling in his head, that glut of sensory input and anticipation, easier than thinking about his cock, easier than thinking at all, and she was making it so easy for him. 

It was much easier to remove a bra from the back than the front, and as he unclipped the front she giggled again, “Will you please pull down the straps now?” 

“Yes,” he moved closer to her, his cock pressed up against her as his fingers brushed her shoulders. “It’s so big, I love the way it feels, she pushed her ass against him gently as he pulled the straps down. “Do you want me to turn around so you can see my breasts?” She half looked over her shoulder at him as she asked, then when he said yes, she giggled again. “Will you ask me nicely, the way I would ask you?” 

“Would you please turn around?” She tittered, “Why?” “So I can see your breasts,” something jogged his memory and he felt like he knew what she actually wanted to hear, “Would you please turn around so I can see your breasts.” 

“Oh,” she took a step forward, turned, and as she did she pulled her bra straps down off her arms and let it fall to the floor, “I like that. I like a big strong cock that says please.” 

“Do you want to touch them?” her small hands slid under her breasts and she started to massage them. Their sheer size making his cock twitch upward. 

“Yes,” he moved towards her, his hands outstretched. “Ask me,” she snaked her hand forward and took hold of his shaft, slowly starting to stroke it again. “Please can I touch your breasts,” his voice caught in his throat as he felt himself rushing to the edge. Her thumb brushed the sensitive top of this head, and he felt it brush the tip, spreading a little drop of precum. 

“They’re very big, I’m not sure you’re used to something so big, let alone, two things so big.” Her grip tightened ever so slightly and she stroked down his aching, dripping length, “but you can try and handle them. Do you want to try?” 

Her words sounded sincere, like she was genuinely concerned about his about to feel her up, and behind his eyes, in the back of his head, he felt something rolling over, or separating, or drifting, he didn’t know what, but it came and went, and as it did the pressure in his cock and the softness in her voice gave him a sense of mental vertigo. 

Then his yes was on his lips and on his fingertips as he started to massage them with a tender, curious caress. All he wanted was to grab and squeeze her, that animal instinct flared and again he just wanted to skip past this endless foreplay as hot as it was, and just fuck her. 

But the weight of her tits had taken on an ethereal quality, it was like they filled the room, and her measured pace to everything was contagious. They were bigger than a handful, bigger than both hands, and the more he felt them and explored them, the heavier their psychic and physical weight became. Her tits were overwhelming him. 

They stood there, hands on each other, their mouths meeting again, kissing, and rubbing as her fingers moved down to his balls then back to his shaft. She led him to her bed, still in a tangle of flesh, her teeth biting down softly on his lower lip. 

“Your cock’s so big and strong, and I want it. I want you inside me. Do you want to fuck me,” she was tugging faster as she asked. 

“Yes, oh god yes, but...” Her hand left him, and he gasped, feeling his body moving away from the point of no return, his cock sensitive, his muscles alive with the anxious closeness of climax. And as he drifted back from the edge, it felt like he’d left something back there, something indefinable that was lost in the size and weight of her breasts, buried by them or smothered in her cleavage. 

“Will you please sit down on the edge of the bed for me?” She fluttered her eyelash at him as she asked, her hands over his, gently guiding them away from her tits. 

He sat, and she raised an eyebrow at him. “Uh, yes, I will,” there was something impatient in that eyebrow, but it softened when he finished speaking. It was easy to say yes, but it was hard to do more than that, even when he knew it was what she wanted. Even when he knew it was what he needed to say. It was harder to contextualize his responses and form anything like a well thought out replie than it was to just say yes to her every question. 

‘Thank you, now, don’t you have a very big, very strong cock?” Her hands were back to her tits, and they were eye level with him, naked, pale, with nipples proportional to their mass. 

She toyed with her tits for a moment as he stared at them, watching, and as he did, while he felt himself fighting back the urge to cum again, he started to notice a feeling that had been simmering just at the edge of his awareness. Was that last question rhetorical, did she want him to agree with her about his dick, all of these concerns stirred his mind, and his awareness started to float back to the surface. 

As those massive tits rolled in her small hands, he felt that sense of detachment solidify. He realized then, watching the swaying, jiggling mass of her breasts, that he hadn’t realized how caught up in the moment he’d been, but just as he started to come back into himself she smiled, “Do you want to suck on my big, heavy tits? If you do, ask me.” 

“May I please suck on your tits?” Saying those words felt like closing a blind, like something dimmed inside of him as she tittered again. “Suck on my what?” Her voice had so slowly and so smoothly shifted from demur and submissive to full and firm that he couldn’t remember the exact moment her questions became commands, but as she corrected him, he felt their effect. 

“May I please suck on your big, heavy tits?” “Yes you may, just as long as you and that big strong cock listen to me. Do you understand? No more zoning out and not responding when I ask you a question, okay?” 

As he said yes, she leaned forward, guided his hands to one massive tit, and eased her nipple into his mouth. As he started to suck, he understood that nothing was rhetorical, and he needed to answer every question she asked. 

He felt it, not as a conscious or complete rational thought, and not even as some kind of advanced instinct or reflex, but as a sort of outside force, like gravity, like the size and weight of her breasts was compelling him into an orbit of obedience and compliance. 

“You have such a big strong cock,” her hand moved between his legs as he sat and fondled and sucked. “It’s long, and thick and hard isn’t it?” 

He felt the gravity of her question, and pulled away from her tit to say yes. “Mmmm, good, yes it is. Won’t you please suck on the other one now?” He said yes again, and did what he was told. There was a growing sense of separation between what he was doing, and his understanding of time or even his own inner voice. His world was quiet, and she’d subsumed his ability to lead the conversation, or make any choices on his own, all seemingly with a few strokes of his dick and a few polite questions. 

And... “But my tits are also very big aren’t they?” He felt her hand slide up and down his length with a sudden softness and slowness that made him quiver as he stopped sucking and found himself simply staring at one enormous breast in his hands as he said yes to its nipple. 

“And they’re so heavy aren’t they?” He became keenly aware of the mass in his hands and felt for the first time exactly how immense the breast he was fondling was. 

“And they’re so big and so heavy that you can’t even hold on in both hands can you?” She was right, it was too much for him, and again he said yes that perfect nipple that was inches from his face.“And you might have a big strong cock, but I can reach my hands all the way around it, and isn’t that breast you can hold with your big strong hands too big for you to really hold?” 

His yes was small, it sounded as small as he was beginning to feel, no matter how hard and full and close to spurting his cock remained, the same cock she’d been complimenting up until now. 

“And of course, there’s two of them. Two huge tits that are so much bigger than your cock, so much heavier and fuller, I have two huge tits that are overwhelmingly huge don’t I?” 

The nipple he was transfixed on, the nipple he said yes to yet again, the nipple that seemed to be getting bigger, just like her breasts also seemed... 

“And you want me to show you how much bigger they are, don’t you? Even though it will show just how small your cock is, and you are, by comparison, you still want me to show you don’t you?” 

Her grip tightened near the tip, synching up as she asked him. The change in sensation throttled up his awareness, but not by much. He was still smothered by her, pulled down into compliance by her gravity, and feeling weaker by the question. 

Through the all-consuming softness of her tits, he realized that his cock was still growing, and he didn’t know how she hadn’t finished him off yet. 

He didn’t realize that the psychological attack she was performing was causing brief moments of softening brought on by his subconscious trying to fight her off. What he was really feeling was her coaxing him back to full, and his yes was a small grunted sound, a desperate needful animal noise that shadowed his base desire to just fuck her and fuck himself soft. 

She stroked slowly down his shaft, her grip looser than it was a second ago, “Ask me.” “Please,” he was trying to think, but it was easier to feel what was happing and follow her lead. It was easier to feel her gravity pulling him and leading him. It was easier, so much easier to just succumb to the incredible weight of those massive breasts he’d been sucking on. 

“Please show me how much bigger they are.” She smiled, “Since you asked so nicely.” Her had let go of his cock just so she could spit in it, and then rub it up and down his shaft, giving it a wet once over before kneeling between his legs and swallowing it up between her tits. 

It disappeared completely between them, and as he watched it happen, he felt a communion between his body and his mind, he was finally wholly and completely lost in her breasts. 

“Oh look, she giggled and stared right up into his eyes, that big strong cock’s so small it just fits all the way in there doesn’t it?” 

She kept talking as he mouthed a feeble yes, his body rocking, his back starting to arch. “You just keep saying yes to all these question, and you can say yes to yourself because I know what you’re saying and I want you to hear this, okay?” 

That yes escaped his lips as she slowly, painfully slowly fucked his slick dick between those enormous tits. 

“You have one big cock that’s really not so big now is it? And it’s so strong, but you’re about to cum all over my tits aren’t you? And that mean’s it’s not really so strong after all is it? No, it’s not, because you can’t even keep it hard enough to fuck me can you? No you’re cumming right now aren’t you? And you’re cumming because that big strong thing you have so much pride in is really just weak and small, weak and small like you are. You’re weak and small, and you realize it when you see something big and strong like my breasts, or any woman’s chest really. You’re reminded of it all the time, women’s tits will always remind you of this moment when your tiny weak dick had to cum all over because it wasn’t strong enough to actually fuck. And that’s it isn’t it, you’re all done cumming aren’t you?” 

Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. He was drained. He was weak. He was small. He was emptied out, and his head felt hollow, like his thoughts were shallow and insubstantial, his mind had become a mirror, a reflection of her, and he didn’t know how or when, or what the tiny voice that felt so dwarfed by her presence and those massive breasts could do about it. 

“There, there, it’s okay, just breathe now, breathe and listen. You’re a weakling, and it’s not your fault, all cocks are weak, they’re only strong for a little bit of time, and then they go right back to being flaccid and weak, and no cock’s stronger than what makes it cum, because cumming makes it so floppy and smaller than it already is, and that just makes it so weak doesn’t it?” 

He said yes, it was like the dream of a word, but he said it out loud. “Yes what?” She was still kneeling, and he could feel his sticky cum all around his cock, which was still buried in those breasts. 

“Cumming makes it floppy,” he looked at her for approval but that impatient eyebrow was raised, there was a disappointed twist to her lip, and for some reason he couldn’t inarticulate or explain, he didn’t want to disappoint her, so he kept trying. 

“No cock is stronger than what makes it cum, and all cocks are weak.” She smiled, and as she did, his body convulsed as his shrinking, sensitive cock was massaged by her tits. 

She was starting to rub them again, and it was too much for him. 

“And what does that say about you?” Her breasts rolled and his cock reflexively started to respond. He couldn’t figure out how to move, or how to speak for himself, so all he could do was sit there on the edge of her bed, with her between his legs, and his cock between her tits, telling her what she wanted to hear. 

“That I’m weak because I have a cock, and all cocks are weak.” “Yes,” she was using his own cum as a limited sort of lube and was rubbing those tits just softly enough, and just constantly enough to ease him back into an erection. 

“I’m so glad you understand. Having a weak cock means you also have a weak mind, and this can be too complicated for some cocks. But right now, you’re getting nice and hard again, too dumb to realize you were spent, and you’re just going to get harder and harder until you cum between these tits one more time. You’re too weak and dumb to stop yourself, even though you know I want to fuck you don’t you?” 

Yes. He didn’t want to say it, but yes. “You’re saying it with your eyes, and you’re too weak to own up to it now. You’re just weak and passive, dumb and hard now, because getting hard doesn’t really make you strong, and getting hard obviously doesn’t make you any smarter, in fact, I can feel how dumb your cock is right between my tits right now. And if it was a smarter cock, if you got smarter when you got harder, you’d realize all you have to do to fuck me is ask. But those words are too heavy, they’re too big and heavy for you just like my tits aren’t they? Too big, too heavy, and too complicated for your dumb hard mind isn’t it?” 

Yes. His little, weak, pathetic voice knew that he shouldn’t be agreeing with her, but her breasts were too much for him, and his hard cock was complicating everything, tying it up in knots or shrinking it to nothing before it could reach his lips. All he could do was sit there and get closer to cumming between her tits again. 

“You know, since every time you see tits now you’re going to remember this moment and the truth about yourself, you’re not going to be able to make it through life at all. You’re already struggling and suffering, everything is already too hard for you, I think being in charge of your own life is just,” she spat down between her tits on his briefly exposed dick, “too hard for you isn’t it?” 

He wanted to say no, he wanted to try and find that deeper part of his self that was in there, but there was nothing, and when he said yes he realized his response to her wasn’t up to him. 

He’d been in and out of her all consuming grasp, feeling the weight of her gravity shifting, his mind sparking to life for brief seconds before being pulled back down by her massive control, and now it didn’t seem to matter if he was a reflection of her will, a helpless prisoner between her tits, or anything else; he just couldn’t do anything to stop what was happening, he was just too weak and small. 

“And it would be so much better for you, it would be so much easier if I was in control wouldn’t it? Wouldn’t it be better if I did your thinking, if I controlled this cock life of yours, because you’re just a cock at the end of the day aren’t you? And since you’re just a cock that I make cum, it means you’re obviously weaker than me in every way, and not just my massive tits, tits that are so big they always show you how small and weak you really are don’t they?” 

There were too many questions, even for the part of his mirror-like mind that was just trying to say yes over and over while that tiny little weak voice was begging him to say no and fight her. 

But that didn’t happen because the mirror broke and his fragile mind shattered in the twisting looping logic of everything she’d said since she got his cock in her cleavage. 

“Here, I’ll show you.” She stood up, pushed him flat on his back, straddled him, and took his cock inside her, “fuck me on my command slave.” 

His hips arched up, he did his best to obey her. “You couldn’t fuck me as a free cock, but as a slave cock you get to be deep inside me don’t you?” She was so slick and warm, it wasn’t like her make shift pussy tits, as wonderful as they’d felt. Yes. “And you couldn’t stop yourself from cumming all over in between my tits when you were a free cock, but when you’re a slave cock, like now, you won’t cum without my permission will you?” 

That question didn’t make sense. There wasn’t a conscious decision on his part to last longer or not, but he still whimpered a dick strained yes. 

“Good slave. Look at my tits, only my tits. My tits control you, my tits dominate your weak cock mind and your weak cock body. My tits make you dumb and obedient, my tits show you how small and how weak you really are. Look at my tits, all women’s tits would dominate and destroy you, but my tits own your dumb cock brain now, my tits own your weak slave cock and your empty, cock mind. You belong to me; you belong to my tits and only my tits. You’re my cock slave, my fuck slave, you’re my dumb, small, weak, property, and no matter how big and strong you feel when I send you out into the world, women’s tits will make you feel small, and when you see my tits you’ll become the weak dumb cock slave that you are and always have been deep down inside, isn’t that right.” 

She would let a nipple brush his lips as she rode him, and he would suck, unable to stop or pull away to answer her demands because she would lean in and smother him any time a yes should follow. 

He couldn’t understand the look of ecstasy on her, but then again, he couldn’t see it either. He only felt on some primal level that he was pleasing her, because her body moaned into him more that her lips did. He felt, like a tremor, her orgasms, and the soft shift of her pace as she would ride them out. And eventually, as she finished with him, he felt... 

...a white hot flash of blinding clarity as he came inside her. But as his mind became whole and the fully bodied release flowed through him restoring his sense of self and his own common sense, those heavy tits smothered his face to her whisper of, “You’re my weak little cock slave aren’t you?” 

He couldn’t resist those heavy breasts, he was buried under them, smothered, consumed, and even when he felt the sticky residue of his own cum still there, pressed on his face now, all he could say to her, now and forever, was yes.