Tied Titties Novels & Stories

She was wearing the Loro Piana Lelis summertime linen skirt, underwear optional, of course. Thank god they were done; now, maybe I can start small talk since we are going to the same place.....but next thing I know, Barbie has his dick in her hand...his pulsing, red, thick dick in her hand, it's veins popping, and she started sucking him while playing with her tits,

Belinda's expression turned stiff, "Mayhew ... I don't use my husband's name ... it's a waste of money to change one's name when I have a perfectly good name I can use." Hazel cleared her throat, "Sorry ... Mrs. Mayhew ... I didn't know." Belinda's eyes never turned from her, she took a drag of her cigarette and blew smoke, "That's okay ... now you know." She let the cigarette hang on her lips and tied her hair up. She may have been in her 40s but she looked like a fashion magazine ad without even trying. She still has her supermodel body that was visible once she stood up. She was wearing a bikini underneath the sheer kimono and that was the first time Hazel ever saw an actual supermodel in

Finn POV I’m not sure how I knew what to do. I was running on instinct when I grabbed Caterina and redirected that wave of power at myself. Somehow, I knew I would be able to absorb it. I glanced over at the pool to see several shocked faces looking our way. Caterina’s sister was on the ground, desperately trying to catch her breath after her near-death experience. Served her right, I thought. She showed complete disregard toward the fact that I was her sister’s tethered-mate. As though I could be tempted by her Siren ways, when I was bonded to another.

Tiffany opened the door and turned to face me, kissing me again as she backed into the room and I pulled the door closed with a hard smack which was almost a slam. "God, are you sure, Tiff? We don't have to rush." "I told you I'm not a tease, Adrian. This isn't rushing. It's making sure we both get what we want." Tiffany pulled her top off and holy fuck, she wasn't wearing a bra! How did I miss out on that detail? Did girls go around without bras all the time? I figured bras were a necessity the way they were always shown in the movies or magazines. Wrapping her arms around my neck, Tiffany pushed her body against mine, standing on her toes so she could meet my mouth with her own.

"You’re pushing it, Christopher. My father is ten feet away talking to the governor. One more comment like that, and I’ll give them a headline they weren't expecting." I tilted my head, my pulse jumping as I looked at the way his bow tie was just a hair crooked—the only sign of his inner turmoil. "And what headline would that be, Xavier? 'CEO Loses Cool in Public'? Or 'Marriage or Sham'?" He leaned in, his shadow eclipsing me against the cold stone wall. "How about 'Husband Silences Spouse'? If you don't drop the act for five minutes, I'm going to find a very public way to make you quiet."

"Is Rick ganging up on you with everyone else? "I zoomed in on the tie. There's absolutely nothing wrong with it! It's just a normal tie." Hearing that, I finally relaxed and vented to her. "Exactly! I spent over eight grand on this tie. It's not some cheap knockoff." I kept complaining, not noticing that my friend's angry muttering had suddenly stopped. "Did you really buy this tie for your son?" The question hit me like ice water. The store clerk, my husband, and my mother had all asked the same thing before turning on me.

“The bond… it’s alive, Elara. It doesn’t just tie us—it demands us. Every heartbeat, every breath, every night. You and me… forever.” Her eyes fluttered shut, a shiver racing through her as she pressed closer. Their fingers intertwined, silver sparks dancing wildly across their skin. “Then let it guide us,” she whispered, surrendering fully, body and soul aligned with the bond’s living pulse. Time unraveled. Hours passed in stolen kisses, whispered touches, and lingering caresses. Every sigh, every movement became a language of power, desire, and unshakable trust. They explored each other not just as lovers, but as halves of a whole—bound, amplified, inseparable.

Tiffany pulled her loose shirt over her head, and I immediately noticed another difference between the two. Tiffany had absolutely fantastic breasts, by far the prettiest pair I'd ever seen. They were very big, at least a DD, firm, and perfectly shaped. Her pencil-eraser nipples were already hard, and protruded from her quarter-sized, pink areolas. She didn't have any tan lines, telling me she must have sun-bathed naked. Tiffany's breasts stood out even more due to her small 5'3", 115-pound frame. My dick was almost breaking through my pants just staring at the two women in front of me.

her warm lips slid down my cock. Watching her head bob, I think you can guess what my answer was. ****************************************** The following week, Tara had texted us a titty pic late that afternoon...it was a perky 34D "office flash" from her cubicle, and it read, "The girls are anxiously looking forward to Double-team Tuesday...can't wait!" I remember thinking her tits were designed to be double-teamed...more than enough for the two of us. That triggered a semi, and my thoughts wandered back there several times that day...even fantasizing about how we might spray them down...double-team them with cum.

It is incredible how firm they are. Tiff’s tits are soft and small with these gorgeous nipples that poke out perfectly for sucking. But this girl has about five times the breasts that Tiff has. Her nipples fit perfectly between my ring and middle finger. My hands stay on her breasts but fail to move. Just glued there. Smiling like a little vixen that is posted on my wall she seductively pushes her bikini bottoms to the ground. I think I just came a million times over my dick will not move. I’m trying to breathe...I remember being in a doctor's office and someone yelling at someone to breathe...the room is cloudy and there are people around all staring and smiling…