Tied Titties Novels & Stories

I whimper. My ass pushes forward, eager to rock my aching cunt all over his suit. Ruin him just as much as he’s ruining me. But the moment I feel something silky rub around the root of my clit, I hold upward to see him lacing the thin part of his tie along it. Knotting my clit at the bottom! My poor clit forms a thick dirty bulb. Red. Bruised. “No, no, no…” I gasp when he ties the knot so tight.

Apart from a few hours of sleep,Mia spent all her time pouring out all her digital media. Three days later, she was finally able to send a final design to the client. The bespoke ensemble consisted of a double breasted, gray jacket with matching trousers, an immaculate white dress shirt, and a skinny black tie. A silver tie clip completed the outfit. Over the course of her work, Mia had presumed that this client must be young, probably around her age or so. After all her designs did not appeal to the more mature demographics, but young professionals who liked to look smart and fashionable at the same time.

She would tempt him in every way properly. She had a packet full of clothes for her daughter and in a small gift bag was a mens tie. It was a simple black slim line tie, made from the finest silk just like the man she had bought it for. He was fine indeed. She imagined him wearing only the tie. The tie and nothing else on. What a site that would be. It was making her hot, her cheeks were red as she blushed to herself. It was as elegant as he is. An elegant man wearing an elegant tie. With a body that will excite any woman.

“Just once.” The room seemed to shrink around them as he pulled her into a fierce embrace, one arm circling her waist while the other pressed against her back as if he feared she might disappear if he loosened his hold. She felt every rise and fall of his breath, the tension coiled beneath his skin, the war he’d been fighting alone for far too long. But beneath all of that, she felt something else something that had been rising between them like a tide they could no longer outrun.

Deliciously. The stretch was intense, a burn that made my breath hitch in my throat. But I didn’t care. I needed him inside me, needed him to fill me completely. Every inch of him, claiming me, marking me. My hand braced against his chest for support as I continued to lower myself, inch by inch, until he was seated deep inside me.

Gladly. Our tongues tangled again, he tasted like the tea we had this morning, intoxicating me as the heat of him flowed through my body. I pulled away, holding the back of his head with one hand, I forced it to the side and worked my lips over his clean jaw line and down his neck. The small moans he released only encouraged my feasting. "Gorgeous, take off your clothes," I instructed as I got the ball rolling by yanking his shirt from his pants. Breaking my hold, he made a move back in the seat and started undoing the buttons on his shirt, shedding it before moving to his the zipper on his pants.

my own, but I don't waste much time with groping her. Her struggling ceases a bit when I get the rope out of my waistband and start to wind it around the base of her breast double-stranded, but she nearly falls down when I have to leave her for a moment to get yet more rope to do the same with her other tit. I love how the rope does a great job at making her tits stick out obscenely, the effect only increased when I tie the two ropes together and then to the

I say, but I get interrupted by Savannah. “The Tie was a present from me for his birthday a couple of months ago. It’s a Dior Oblique Embroidered Tie, and it looks amazing on him,” she says as she focuses on the two of us. Savannah is standing a little in front of me, looking at the screen as she keeps talking.

I replied softly, feeling my tits getting harder. I slumped against the low back of the sofa, pushing my tits out provocatively. I felt Larry slipping my haltertop button from the loop. He was pulling the strap down on one side while Eric began pulling the other. I looked down and saw my tan line, firm white tits standing with my halter tied around my torso and turned upside down laying on my stomach while Larry confidently squeezed my left tit and Eric roughly squeezed the right.

The left tit comment was in response to our constant comments about giving our 'right-ball' for a QB, and such. "Shit, that wouldn't be right, the shirt wouldn't fit near as well. Let's face it - your tits are the only think differentiating you from a 2 by 4." It did fit very well, almost skin tight, accentuating her previously hidden pectoral charms. She laughed. "Ah, the truth comes out. You like my tits? Good thing my jersies hide them. Wouldn't want you drooling all the time." "Alright. I'll give you that one. They're passable."