Tied Up Breast Novels & Stories

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…

“The other girls aren’t concerned about that.” “Well, I’m not like most other girls.” “You’re not?” He scoffed. “I’d say you are. Ordinary lips…” His hands moved gently over my lips. “An empty gaze…” His fingers brushed my hair back. “A neck…” Immediately, I pushed his hands away. “What’s that?” he asked. “A knot.” “A knot?” He raised a brow. “To show how twisted you are?” He laughed softly. I pushed him back. “To show how strong I am.”

"It wasn't supposed to go on this long." I don't answer. I just keep teasing her. What an erotic sight she is tied to the bed with her arms stretched over her head, and her legs spread wide apart. Pulling her arms up makes her small, white mounds look almost flat against her chest. Her normally pink nipples are bright red, little knots from being pinched and bitten.

I shrugged, “I think that is my design and for my dress/gown designs. I like designing for all sizes.” He wrapped his arms around me, “Another reason to love you. Wait a minute. That front neckline goes almost all the way to your belly button. How are you going to wear a bra?” I smiled, “I have breast covers with body tape. That tape will hold them where they are supposed to be until I use a special solution to take them off. Almost like gorilla glue.”

His voice was steady, the lust in it ever-present. "A pair of white panties." "No bra?" "No. It doesn't really allow for it. I had on a bathing suit top earlier, but it's off now." "Mmmmm. I love your breasts. Tug your top down and slide your hands up your ribs, cupping yourself. Let it be my hands, baby. Tell me how much you can hold, Beth. Are your hands big enough?" She slid her hands up and curved them around the base of her breasts, her hands barely covering anything. "I can't wrap my hands around them."

My head was slung over the tub edge as my breath became shallow and heavy. I started from my shoulders to the back of my neck before maneuvering my way to my chest. Gathering my left breast, I gave the flesh there a little tug, grinding the soft skin to my palm, and then gave the nipples a gentle pinch before gliding my hands to my right breast and I repeated the same movement I did on the first, only this time, it was more intense and fast.

The sting of the whip swinging down hit my stomach, making me moan, pushing myself up towards it, as another came down and hit again. I moaned from the pleasure as I felt him climb on top of me, feeling rope being tied around my breasts, pulled tight like he was binding them like he does my arms. The sensation was weird; it felt unreal. It was like his hand had a tight grip on them, squeezing tighter and tighter, but it was the rope. He moved off me, leaving my breasts tied and bound. Suddenly the paddle hit my breast, and I moaned, the feeling driving me insane. As he hit them harder and harder, my breasts felt sore, but the pleasure was still overtaking it, so I could keep going.

I looked his way, and he raised his eyebrows, nodding toward my chest. Looking down, I let out a little squeal and hastily let go of my breast. The damp spot on my right breast was no longer a spot. My shirt was straight up soaked. Like, literally drenched. Dripping, even. I must have been pushing the milk out by squeezing my tit that way. I didn't have time to be embarrassed before reflex took over. I jumped up from the couch and turned toward the hallway.

With a finger he followed the curve of my breast, carefully as he started rubbing it. My mind formed an image of how this would look. Lucas with his head near my chest, his hand almost on my breast, his finger rubbing my nipple. Then I felt his hands on them, softly squeezing them. His caresses made me feel good; my arousal was growing. With a deep sigh, I let this wonderful feeling sink in to me. Being tied up now helped kind of surrendering to his touches and enjoying the arousal that came with it. I felt Lucas taking one of my nipples in his fingers. He squeezed, squeezed hard in fact. I let out a little moan. Damn, it felt good he did that. Then, suddenly, I felt something cold against m

This was twisted! Rose continued to lift the slip up over her breasts while she lay semi-upright on the bed. She hesitated for a split second and then quickly pulled up on her slip and let her bare breasts spill out into the night. They were fantastically round and firm, and I could see in an instant where Sierra got her body. Rose's nipples were tied up in tight little knots, and her movements caused them to sway like buoys on a gentle mammary sea. Sierra and I both stared, hypnotized by the magnificent view, while Rose lifted her slip over her head and off.