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.

He requested me I turned around to get rid of the awkward thing around us " okay, where's the tie?" "It's on the couch" he spoke like a puppy, is this the man who slaughtered people on the day of the wedding? I chuckled at myself. He raised his eyebrows in a playful manner " What are you laughing at?" He asked. "nothing" I shook my head. He gave me the tie which matched his black tuxedo and I noticed how our initials were embroidered into the tie with letter A and letter N with a little heart in the middle in white threading. It made my heart flutter again

she said quickly and hung up the phone. Tiff was over in 20 minutes flat with a big box of clothes. We spent the next hour sifting through my closet and the box to find our best outfit. I finally settled on a dark grey pencil skirt with a small side slit and a white dress shirt that accentuated my figure in all the right places but was not overtly too sexy. “You know what this calls for…” Tiff smugly looked over at me and lifted her eyebrow. “You mean?” I responded.

The only place that seemed to satire my appetite was Suzie but even at that, there was only some much waffles and coffee could do for me. I was close by when I saw here and I stopped in my tracks immediately. Tara stood in the produce section, stretching on her tiptoes with her arm extended toward the top shelf, fingers grazing but not quite reaching whatever she was after. She was wearing denim overalls over a white t-shirt, her blonde hair pulled up in a messy knot, a few loose strands curling around her neck. My chest tightened in response to her and I drew in a sharp breath. I watched her for a moment, her brow furrowed in concentration, and her body stretching higher.

But I hold back, wanting to fuck their tits. Becky first— I straddle her chest, sliding my cock between her massive boobs. She pushes them together, creating a tight, soft tunnel. “Titfuck me, Dewis, cum on my tits if you want.” I thrust, the head popping out near her mouth, her tongue flicking it. “So hot, Becky.” Then Lisa’s turn, her tits even softer, lubed with spit. “Yes, fuck my big boobs, baby.” I alternate, titfucking them, their moans encouraging me.

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.

“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.

Not ever. When I reached the top, my feet froze on the final step. There, in the VIP corner of the room, sat Adrian. His body was relaxed against the plush cushions of the couch, but that was far from what held my attention. A woman was straddling him, her lips pressed against his in a kiss that seethed with intimacy. My heart skipped, my chest tightened, and for a split second, I wanted to look away, to convince myself that I hadn’t seen what I had. But I couldn't. Something in me wouldn’t let go of the sight. The image was seared into my mind, burning with an intensity that left me gasping for breath.

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