Chapter 3: Rising Action
Kyle continues to watch me, entranced, as I bend down to wipe the low coffee table. My pendulous breasts swing heavily from left to right, threatening to spill out of the tiny maid top completely.
Kyle doesn't hide the fact that he is stroking his erection through his pants right in front of me. I see the thick pipe of a cock running down his pants leg.
After a couple minutes of this, Kyle determines that now might well be the time to break his silence.
"You're a very sexy woman, Lilly," he says suddenly, voice quite deep and steady. His eyes looking on my body with clear lust.
"Two hundred dollars" he says slowly, his eyes dropping down to my deep cleavage, my breasts begging to be free. "That's how much extra, on top of your pay for today, I'll give you if you... remove your top."
It's the first time either of us have verbally acknowledged what is happening here, even though we both knew. Ever since that first night I'd accepted higher pay in return for cleavage.
To illustrate his point, he pulls his wallet out of his pocket and opens it, revealing a massive wad of cash inside. More cash than I'd ever seen in real life. He slowly counts out the $600 in hundred dollar bills, placing them slowly on the table.
His eyes never leaving my breasts.
"So... Daddy wants you to take off your top," he says, his voice thick with lust.
I feel my heart race as I stand there, for the first time Kyle was openly being verbally sexual with me.
I hesitate with a million thoughts running through my head, standing there in front of Kyle, in his expensive living room, dressed in this ridiculously small maid outfit. The outfit that barely contains my large breasts. The breasts I had mostly been proud of but now were being used against me.
I look at him, then back at the money. The money that will go towards the bills, towards food, towards living. I then look at Kyle, his hand still rubbing himself through his pants. I know what he wants, I have probably known since the beginning but it was easy to pretend that everything was normal before.
I think about how Kyle, somehow who had been a good friend with me, is going to see me almost naked. Although I am guessing at this point we were probably never going to be friends in the way we were before. I think about how I don't even know if I can do this. I have never done anything even remotely sexual like this before. But I also think about the money. I think about how much I need it.
I stare at the cash on the table and my mind is racing. I can feel my heart pounding in my chest, my breath coming in short little gasps. I try not to think about how humiliating this all is, how degrading it feels, how much I despise myself for even considering it.
I look up at Kyle, my eyes meeting his. "Just remove my top, nothing else?" I shyly ask.
Kyle sees me completely freeze up, my eyes locked onto the cash laying on the table. He wonders, in that moment, what's going on in my head. Was I about to run? Scream at him? Try to play it off as a joke and laugh?
"You remove your top and show yourself to me, and that money is yours," Kyle says in a clear voice, nodding, pointing to the $600 on the table.
His eyes are still locked on my breasts, barely contained in the tiny top.
I take a deep, shaky breath, my mind still racing with thoughts and doubts. But the reality is, I need the money desperately. I can't afford to say no. Heck they were likely to pop out on their own in front of him.
"Okay," my voice barely above a whisper. I reach down with trembling hands. My fingers fumbling as I get a grip on the button of my top.
I take a deep, shaky breath and steel myself for what's to come. Kyle's eyes are glued to my chest, expecting, waiting. I feel a surge of humiliation and shame. Kyle was going to see my naked breasts. My fingers grasp the hem of my top, my knuckles white with tension. I can't believe I'm about to do this. But I have to. I need the money desperately. I look up at Kyle, his hungry eyes devouring me. I take a deep breath, and with a swift, fluid motion, I pull my top off over my head. My breasts fall free, heavy and full, spilling out of the tiny top.
The cool air of the room hits my exposed skin, and I feel a wave of goosebumps spread across my chest. I instantly feel vulnerable and exposed. I try to avoid making eye contact with Kyle, but I can feel his gaze burning into me. I have to strongly fight the urge to cover up as I drop my top on the coffee table.
Kyle glances up into my eyes, and just as I can see the lust in his, he can see the sheer nervousness and humiliation in mine. It just makes his cock throb even harder.
Kyle watches my breasts bounce heavily back into place, looking so full, he thinks on how my nipples look absolutely perfectly suckable.
"Fuck," he blurts out quietly before he can stop himself. His hand hasn't stopped its motion on his crotch. "You are... so fucking sexy."
He swallows, then his eyes break away from my chest to look back up into mine.
"Play with them a little bit for me?"Kyle says, his voice hoarse with lust. He nods towards my breasts.
I am now fully exposed and breasts are swaying slightly with each breath I take.
I hesitate for a moment, feeling a wave of humiliation wash over me. But the money on the table is still there, calling to me like a siren's song.
I look up at Kyle, my eyes meeting his, and I find myself saying, "What if... what if I want more?" My voice is barely above a whisper, but it's clear enough for Kyle to hear. I can feel my cheeks flush with embarrassment, but I press on, "For...for more money, I mean." I stammer out, my eyes flicking back down to the cash on the table. I can't believe I'm saying this, but I need the money, and I need to get out of this situation. I look back up at Kyle, trying to keep my voice steady. "What if I want more money, uh Daddy? I thought you said I only had to take off my top for that money" I ask, my voice barely above a whisper.
Kyle finds himself smiling a little as he looks up at me, seeing how embarrassed I am to be asking for the money. We both know how badly I need it. And so close to his goal, he won't turn you away.
"You're absolutely right," Kyle says with a nod, leaning forward and taking out his wallet again. He pulls out a crisp $100 bill and lays it on top of the others. "$100. To watch you play with your tits. I want you to touch them like you would if you were alone, pleasuring yourself."
Kyle’s voice is low and commanding. His eyes flicker down to my bare chest, taking in every curve, every inch of skin.
I hesitate for a moment, feeling my heart race in my chest as I consider what he's asking of me. But the money on the table is calling to me and I know I can't resist.
Slowly, I reach up and cup my breasts in my hands, feeling their weight and softness. My nipples are hard and aching as I squeeze them gently,
"Like this, Daddy?" I ask, my voice barely above a whisper. I start to roll my nipples between my fingers, pinching them lightly. I take a deep breath and let my hands roam over my breasts, squeezing and kneading them. For a moment I forget the bigger situation and a soft moan escapes my lips. I can feel a warmth spreading between my legs as I continue to touch myself. My fingers circle around my nipples, pinching and tugging them until they're hard points. I then feel a strange mix of embarrassment and shame as I look up at Kyle, his eyes glued to my breasts, his hand still stroking himself through his pants.
I remember what I'm doing and why I'm doing it—it's humiliating—my cheeks flush with embarrassment as I continue to touch myself in front of Kyle. 'Your such a slut Lilly' I think to myself. I also feel used and dirty.
"Yes...." Kyle breathes, his heart rate accelerating, as he watches me lift and squeeze my breasts, teasing your nipples. "That's it..."
His hand is clearly rubbing against a fully hard erection now, his bulge more conspicuous as ever.
The ashamed and humiliated look in my eyes is making him stiff as a pole.
Finally, after a couple minutes of this, he can't wait any longer. He is so hard, his cock is aching to be released.
"Lilly," he tells me quietly but purposefully. "I *have* to fuck them. I... *need* to feel your big tits wrapped around my cock. How much money... to make that happen?" Kyle practically growls as he begins to undo his pants.
I freeze for a moment. Kyle wanted to pay me to fuck my tits. This went way beyond what I expected. It was sickeningly and degrading. It would take more than a few hundred dollars for me to stoop that low.
"Kyle..." I whispered, my cheeks burning with shame and humiliation. "What... what are you asking me to do?" My voice shakes as I look at him, horrified by his suggestion.
"I'm serious," Kyle says evenly, but kindly. "I need to fuck your tits, Lilly. That's what I'm asking you to do."
He knows I'll need a financial encouragement, so once again he takes out his wallet. He slowly starts counting out hundreds and placing them on the table, next to the cash I've already been paid. He look up intensely into my eyes as he does it, counting... three hundred... four hundred... five hundred... six hunderd...
He continues, watching me, until he has counted to twelve hundred.
"$1,200," he says simply. "On top of what you've gotten already. That's my offer."
Kyle's eyes are locked onto mine, his gaze intense and unwavering. I can see the lust in them, the hunger. He wants this, badly. And he knows I need the money.
I look at the cash on the table, then back at Kyle. My heart is pounding in my chest, my breath short. I can't believe I'm even considering this. But the money... it's so much money. It would solve so many problems.
"Fuck," I whisper, my voice barely audible. I can feel my cheeks burning with shame and humiliation. I don't know if I could ever look Kyle in the eyes again after letting him fuck my tits. The thought of it makes me feel sick to my stomach, but the money... the money is too much to resist.
Kyle waits patiently and watches as I debate with myself internally. He sees my eyes looking in shock at the amount of money on the table.
I take a deep breath and nod slowly, my eyes staring at the floor. "Okay," I whisper, my voice barely audible.
Finally, he hears my whispered agreement to his indecent proposal, not even able to look him in the eyes as I say it. But that's fine with him. A victorious rush of excitement courses through Kyle's body.
"Good," he says nodding, putting his wallet away. "Then we have a deal."
He then pushes the coffee table away from himself,. making a little bit of space. Then he point to the floor between my knees.
"You can get down on your knees, here." Kyle says, pointing to the space between his legs. His voice is firm, commanding, leaving no room for argument.
I pause for a moment, almost paralyzed. But I've already agreed to this, and I need desperately need the money. Almost silently, I take a deep breath, make my way to in front of Kyle and slowly lower myself to my knees, feeling the cold hardwood floor against my knees. My natural breasts wobbling as I get into position.
I glance up at Kyle through my lashes, thinking about what’s about to happen and feeling so ashamed and humiliated by it all. How did I let it get to the point where I had parade around naked and let someone fuck my tits for money? I don't know, but here I am, on my knees in front of Kyle, ready to do just that.
"Good girl," Kyle whispers, a small smile curling one corner of his lips as he watches me kneel before him silently, my breasts swaying heavily as I do so.
He looks down at me and he suddenly feels very powerful. And he thinks I can feel it as well, by the look I am giving him. He gazes hard into my eyes for a few moments, then his hands busy themselves at his belt buckle.
He manages to get his belt unbuckled, and then slowly unzips his dark pants. He lifts his butt off the couch momentarily so he can shift the waistband down. He gets it past his knees, and then the only barrier between his cock and my eyes are his boxers, which are presently tented out crudely by the force and size of my erection.
He quickly moves them down his thighs as well, and suddenly his rock-hard cock springs out, looking thick, veiny, and eager. Not only is it big, but thick as well, with blue veins coursing up the meaty side of the shaft. The head is already engorged and an angry red color.
Hes watch for my reaction as he positions himself so that he is sitting just on the edge of his seat.
"I want you to ask for it," he tells me softly, but directly. "Look up into my eyes, and ask me to fuck your big tits. And don't forget to address me properly." Kyle instructs.
As I look down, I can't help but marvel at the size of Kyle's cock. It's thick and long, and already glistening with precum. I've never seen one so big and overwhelming in real life. My breath hitches in my throat, and my pussy clenches unexpectedly at the sight of it. I swiftly look back up at Kyle, meeting his eyes, hoping he doesn't notice my reaction. I can't believe I let myself get turned on for a moment. In a different world I might have even been excited by it.
My heart is beating so loud that I can hear it in my ears. It is extra humiliating to have to beg him to fuck my tits. I take a deep breath and force myself to look up at Kyle, meeting his gaze.
"Ky....uh...Daddy, will you... fuck my big tits now please?" I stammer out, my voice rough and awkard. I can feel my cheeks burning with embarrassment, but I hold his gaze, determined to see this through.
Kyle notices my expression as I look down at his cock for the first time, taking in the erection that I've caused. Even though I try to hide it, he sees the look of surprise and arousal that passes quickly over my face.
He holds my gaze, looking into my eyes as I do as I am instructed, although clumsily. There's a lengthy pause, then he nods his head slowly.
"Go on, then," Kyle tells me encouragingly. "Wrap those huge tits around Daddy's cock, tight, and move them up and down. Slowly." Kyle orders me.
I can feel my stomach churn at his words , and of course he wants to tit fuck me - for some reason giving him a blowjob instead seems like it would be less humiliating.
Reluctantly, I lean forward, feeling the cold hardwood floor against my knees as I shift into position. My large breasts sway heavily as I move towards Kyle's lap. I hesitate for a moment before reaching out tentatively to grab his cock. It's heavy in my grasp, thick and veiny, already slick with precum. I take a deep breath and slowly lift it towards my breasts.
My hands tremble slightly as I position the head of Kyle's cock between my breasts. The size and weight of him makes me feel small and vulnerable. I can feel a shiver run down my spine as I press my tits together around his large cock. I bite my lip as I begin to move my body up and down, slowly at first, but gaining speed as I get more comfortable with the feeling of him sliding between my breasts.
Kyle lets out a quiet moan and his eyes go half-lidded as he feels me squeeze his cock between my soft, pillowy breasts, and begin to slowly jerk his shaft with them. Kyle cannot believe how amazing it feels, it is actually beyond words for him - my breasts are so full and heavy, yet somehow so soft and warm. It's better than he ever dared to imagine even in his horniest fantasies.
"Oh my god," Kyle sighs in deep pleasure, watching me. "Your tits are fucking amazing..."
His breathing picks up significantly as he moans again. Words begin to spill from his lips before he can stop them. "Lilly, you have no idea how long I've waited for this... How long I thought about it. How many times I jerked off fantasizing about it in my head..." Kyle groans again, feeling the weight and softness of my tits around his cock.
So he has been planning this for a while now! He probably knew if he offered me money to tick fuck me right off the bat I would have said no - but he slowly built me up to it. And now here I am pumping my tits on his cock just like he always wanted.
Was he only friends with me to begin with because of my big tits?
The thought makes me feel sick to my stomach, but the money on the table is still there, calling to me. All I had to do was get you to cum on my naked tits.
I move up and down, faster now. My eyes flick up to meet yours again for just a moment before I dive back down, feeling your cock throb as it slides between my breasts. The sensation is strange and humiliating, but there's a part of me that's enjoying it too - being used for your pleasure that I try to push down.
The sound of my flesh slapping against your thighs fills the room as I move faster and faster.
Kyle sees my eyes flicker up to his, but then go back down again.
He remember the look on my face when I saw his hard cock for the first time.
He reaches across and gently and lifts my chin with his fingers, so that I am looking back up into his eyes again.
"What do you think of that big cock, hm?" he asks me, and it's clear from his voice he wants an answer. "You like it, don't you? Do you like how big it is, or is it more how hard I am for you? Does Daddy's cock feel good between these huge tits?"
Kyle asks me, his voice low and commanding.
I can feel my cheeks flush with embarrassment at his words, him calling me out short circuits my brain a little bit. I don't want to admit it but I nod my head, my eyes locked onto his. "Yes, Daddy," I whisper, my voice soft. "You have really nice big cock." I can feel my heart pounding in my chest as I admit it, the humiliation and shame washing over me in waves. But there's no turning back now.
The words are out of my mouth, and with them comes a sudden rush of excitement that I can't deny. The truth is that Kyle's cock is indeed impressive. The size of it sends a shiver down my spine as I pump him between my breasts. My breasts bounce and jiggle as I move faster, feeling his hard cock slide between them.
I'm ashamed to admit it to myself - the sensation of his hard cock sliding between my soft tits is surprisingly pleasurable. As much as I try to fight it, I find myself getting turned on by the way he's using me for his own pleasure.
"I like you using my big tits with your cock big cock," I admit sheepishly, looking up at Kyle as I speak.
Kyle can tel there's some element of passionate truth to your words as I look up at him, blushing.
"Yeah, you do, don't you?" Kyle says quietly, placing hi thumb on my bottom lip teasingly as he looks into my eyes. "Tell me, why? Why are you doing this right now?"
*I wonder* he thinks to himself, *if Lilly can look me in the eyes and openly admit it. That she's doing this because she needed the money, and couldn't say no...* I wonder if Lilly can look me in the eyes and openly admit it*," he thinks to himself.
I am surprised Kyle asked me - I mean the money was right there on the table.
"I...I'm doing this because I need the money," I admit softly, my eyes flicking down to the cash on the table before snapping back up to his. "I'm drowning in debt, Kyle. And you...you know that. You know how badly I need it," I finish, my voice barely above a whisper. "I needed it so bad I couldn't say no to what you asked."
"Yes, that's right, I paid you to," Kyle agrees with me, nodding. "I offered you money to show me your big tits, and jerk off my cock with them. And you took the money."
I can tell he is loving this, that some dark, horny, and twisted part of him is coming out.
"Look up at me. Tell me," he instructs me now. "What does that make you?"
I think I know what he wants to hear. I take a deep breath and look up into his eyes.
"It makes me your... your whore, Daddy," I admit. "I'm your whore." I continue while I pump my tits up and down Kyle's cock with a big pile of money on the table. My face is bright red with embarrassment at the admission, but I can't deny the truth of it. I'm Kyle's whore, and I'm here to make his fantasies come true. The sad part was I know that I'm not as disgusted by this as I should be.
"Fuck, yes, that's it. That's a good girl," he groans loudly, his cock pulsating between my massive jugs when he hears me say those incredible, dirty words while looking in his eyes. My expression communicating so much, beyond those words. How defeated and ashamed I am, and how those emotions seemed to just turn me on in spite of being used.
My reasts redouble their embrace around his cock, and I am bouncing much faster now. Kyle knows his orgasm isn't too far away.
"You're my busty little whore, aren't you?" Kyle insists. "Say it. Tell Daddy you're my big-titted little whore, and ask me to fuck these massive jugs that I've paid for." Kyle's voice is firm and commanding.
I am embarrassed by what Kyle wants me to say but I've come this far, and I need the money. I have to do whatever he wants.
"Yes, Daddy," I moan, my voice shaking. "I'm your busty big-titted little whore. Please fuck my tits, Daddy. I want to feel your big cock sliding between my massive jugs. Make sure to get your monies worth of them."
I can't believe the words coming out of my mouth, but I'm too far gone now.
Kyle groans loudly as I openly degrade yourself, even referring to my breasts as 'jugs', all of which makes his cock throb against your chest.
A powerful, tingling sensation courses through Kyle.
"You're going to make me cum," he grunt. Then he look intensely into my eyes. "You want to feel it, you little slut? You want Daddy to cum all over these big fucking tits? Beg for it. Beg for Daddy's cum. Convince me."
Now he was making me beg to have him cum on my tits. I am not sure I could be more humiliated.
"Please, Daddy," I whine. "Please cum on my fun bags. I want to feel your hot cum all over my big fucking tits. I want to see it dripping down my skin - make me your little whore. Please, Daddy, cum for me. Cum all over your busty little slut."
I can feel my own pussy throbbing with need, my body betraying me as I beg for Kyle's release.
The heat between us is palpable, and my pace quickens as I move up and down his cock more urgently.
The room is filled with the sound of slapping flesh and heavy breathing as I pump faster and faster, feeling the sweat drip down my back. My nipples are hard and aching as they rub against Kyle's thighs with each movement.
I look up at him, my eyes filled with lust and desperation.
"Please," I beg him. "Please cum for me."
Kyle's eyes remain locked on mine, lust coursing through him, animalistic groans escaping his lips.
The sensation of my huge, soft breasts around his cock, my desperate voice, my clear arousal yet blushing of shame and humiliation... All of it adds up to pure bliss for Kyle.
Finally, my dirty words send him over the edge, and he feels his orgasm hit him with the force of a train.
He grunts loudly like some kind of animal, feeling his balls tighten, and suddenly his cock erupts, shooting the first hot, thick ropes of cum splashing off the underside of my chin. Several more sticky ropes drape themselves over my chest and cleavage - easily the biggest load he has ever produced, until he leaves me covered. Finally, the last few drops drip down between my breasts.
Kyle lays back against the couch, sighing and breathing hard, looking down at his handiwork.
I'm a mess, his cum dripping down my face and chest onto my stomach, my tits glistening with it. I can feel it cooling on my skin, sticky and thick. I look up at him, still on my knees, my chest heaving with my panting breath.
The room is filled with the smell of sex and Kyle's cum.
"Wow that was a lot of cum," I can only honestly say. I am still on my knees uncertain
of what to do next. I look down at myself, seeing the sticky white mess all over my body I can feel it starting to drip down my stomach, and I know I must look like a complete slut.
Once Kyle's breathing has recovered somewhat, he can't help but smile a little at what he has done to me.
"Yes, yes it is," he agrees with me, nodding. "You like it?"
I am not sure where this leaves our friendship. Whatever happens, it won't be like it was before.
Kyle in his post-orgasm bliss, and the realization of a powerful fantasy, feels no regret for now.