Breast Seduction

by Eliza Claire

 

She stood there dressed in white. Her ample bossom couldn't be hid. Wasn't meant to be hid. It was for me. But I was married. I shook my head. Although tempted I was not to be hers tonight.

Her floral bra barely held the breasts that lay captive, beaconing me to release them. But no, not tonight. I was a married man.

She opened her mouth to invite me into her space, but I was frozen in place. I should have been leaving and getting back to my wife but I there I was looking at her and her ample bossom, rather than being with my wife.

I shouldn't have been there. How did i get there? Nothing made sense. Happily married, staring at a women I didn't know who was barely dressed, her breasts just showing past the fur lined gown.

I wanted to leave. I needed to leave. I couldn't leave. I was stuck to where I was standing. I was trapped. My mind raced. I tried to look away but her soft words, "Don't you want me?" drifted through the fog that clouded my mind.

No, I wanted my wife. I was gaining control. My mind again wondered how I had gotten here. I had followed her to this place. To this room. I didn't know why. It was all surreal to me, but I had followed.

What had gotten my attention? She wasn't a cover girl model, she never would be. But there was an animal magnistism about her. I was on my way home to my wife. Walking the streets I normally walk and she crossed my path. I had bumped into her. Or had she bumped into me. We had made eye contact and she smiled seductively. I grinned back like a fool in love. Or was that lust. I followed her a couple of blocks. I shouldn't have. I had a wife to get home to. I love my wife. She stopped at the door of her building and motioned to the doorman that I was with her. He looked me up and down with envy. I followed her to the lift. She pressed floor 13. I didn't think they had a floor number 13 in buildings. Something to do with bad luck. I didn't question, I just followed. The door was numbered 666.

I regained my senses, I was in a room with a strange woman when I should have been with my wife, she was standing in front of me in a white gown with a fur lined collar and a floral bra peeking through the opening at the front. Behind her was a wardrobe full of gowns and coats. I didn't know about fashion but she obviously had access to a lot of money. But I should have been at home with my wife. I decided that I must leave. I started to turn, the first movements that I had made which were under my control since I had bumped into her. I had to get home to my wife.

She again said in the haze of my mind, "Don't you want me?" The voice was in my mind. Her lips didn't seem to move. "Don't you want me?"

I glanced back at her. I didn't stop looking. I wanted her. Confusion. No I should be home with my wife. She had opened the gown revealing more breast. Her breasts were large. They had my attention and she knew it. "You do want me!" echoed through my mind.

Once again I was frozen to he spot. I wanted to go to my wife. But I couldn't move. She had some power over me.

When she bumped into me she was wearing a business suit with a skirt. Dark burgundy in colour to match her hair. The jacket was large and didn't show the extent of her breasts. At the door of room 666 she had unbuttoned it and the white silk blouse showed more of what was waiting for me. "Don't you want me?" pushed through my mind in soft comforting tones. I followed her through the door. I was in autopilot. I was not in control. She had power over me. I'm not sure why but I couldn't control myself. I just followed. She led me to her beadroom and ask me not to go anywhere. I stood where I was with no power, nor will to move anywhere. She went into an adjacent dressing room and dressed in the white gown with th fur lined collar. Her floral bra was now fully visible and the size breasts seemed to have increased. I couldn't take my eyes off them.

I wanted to leave. I shouldn't have been there, but I was. I couldn't muster the strength to take my eyes from her wonderful breasts. She was beautiful, but she wasn't a cover girl model. I had seen more attractive women, but this woman held me captive.

She went to her wardrobe and pulled out a long fur coat and drapped it round my shoulders. "You look frozen." she said in my mind, "This should warm you up a little." It was a tight fit round my shoulders. She walked over to the bed and lay down looking at me. She looked like she was getting excited. I watched frozen with a fur coat round me as she fingered herself, all the time, her breasts looked like they were growing.

I could see her getting excited. "Do you want some?" she said as she fingered herself, her breasts, her big beautiful breasts heaving more and more with each passing second. She couldn't stop herself.

I didn't want her, I wanted to be home with my wife, but there I was frozen to the spot and watching her mastibate. "Do you want some?" My mind spun. I wanted my wife.

"Do you want some?" The her level of excitement pentrated my mind. "Do you want some?"

I thought I should be home with my wife, but the though of her was appealing.

"Do you want some?" her moans screamed though my mind as if I was part of her. But I wasn't, I watched her from my spot I had been frozen too.

"Do you want some?"

I should be with my wife, but she looked wonderful.

"Do you want some?"

I could feel me resolve ebbing away.

"Do you want some?"

She climbed of the bed and moved towards me.

"Do you want some?"

She still fingered herself and the excitement grew as she stepped closer.

"Do you want some?"

She slipped off her bra and I glanced at her erect nipples.

"Do you want some?"

The nipples were moist with breast milk.

"Do you want some?"

I could feel myself salivating for the juices of her bossom. But I shouldn't, I am married.

"Do you want some?"

I thought, who would know if I did have just a taste.

"Do you want some?"

The voice echoed through my mind, all the time getting more excited as she fingered herself now only standing a couple of feet from me.

"Do you want some?"

My resolve was starting to faulter. I did want her. "Yes!" I whispered. It was then that I noticed the cold feel of silk against my skin. My clothes were gone. They were there a second ago but now the cool silk lining of the coat sat refreshingly against my skin. Her hand was on my shoulder and I went to my knees she lowered her breast within centimetres of my mouth.

"So you want some." This was the first thing that she had said to me all the other talk had been in my head. And this was a statement not a question.

"Yes" I said again.

I licked the tip of her nipple and tasted the sweet delight of her milk.

"Have some more."

I thrust my mouth round her nipple and suckled for a couple of seconds and she drew her breast away. I licked my lips.

"More please", I said not sounding quite myself, overcome by the situation.

I pushed my tongue out to lick the tip of her nipple of her glorious breasts. She continued to finger herself. I felt her excitement tingling all over me.

I felt the soft silk on of the coat lining. It seemed softer and smoother. The tightness in the shoulders of the coat disappeared as if the coat some how seemed to stretch.

As I suckled her breast, her glorious breast, felt the softness of the coat and ran my nails through the fur.

With each glorious mouthful, I felt weight on my hair getting heavier. it was as if my hair was growing and as I brushed strants from eyes I knew it was. I felt my manhood tingle and I reached for my penis but only found a smoothness I had never know in that location.

She moved me to the bed an laid me on my back. I had had my fill of her milk by now and was aware that things were not quite what they should be. I lay on my back and brushed my nipples and they responsed. It sent a shiver down my spine and I could feel a wetness where my penis should have been. What good was I to my wife. As I ran my new nails over my nipples, she inserted her finger into my new pussy and my world jumped. Oh God what a feeling!

"Feels good huh? If you reach orgasm there is not going back." She herself was closing on orgasm from her excitement of watching me and feeling herself with her other hand.

I though of my wife. The image in my mind was of me penetrating deep within her. She inserted her finger further into my vagina.

While she was in contact with me, I sensed her excitement. I could feel her excitement as she neared climax. The silk lining of the fur coat was warming against my skin. What was a tight fit now seemed perfect.I reached for her breast to ensure a firm hold on her nipple. I flash of hair crossed my vision and by reflex I pushed it away from my eyes. My long pink nails brushing against my scalp.

The image of me having sex with my wife remained. I was rythmically thrusting my wife. Penetrating deep inside her. Getting more excitied with each thrust. I could feel the head of my penis throbbing with excitement and that excitement getting more pronounced. I could feel the sperm starting to pump through my member, hearing my wife moaning, I could feel I was going to pump my seed into her with my next thrust. I could feel the wet sperm as it passed the tip of my penis. But it felt wrong. The moisture wasn't being pumped away from me, I was wet feeling a long finger inside of me. It wasn't my wife moaning, it was me moaning. My body had reacted to the excitement of my thoughts, but now I was thinking of a man thrusting me. I was loving it the way my wife loved it when I had sex with her. But I wasn't going to have sex with her anymore.

I was no longer a husband. Was I single again? My mind told me I was available. Available for what?

"You are mine now." Echoed though my mind.

"Why," I wimpered with my new feminine voice.

"No reason, do I need a reason, I just liked you."

I felt her excitement passing. She got up and want to her wardrobe and got me a black dress and heels. "You are a hot one! You will help sate my desires."

In the haze of my new sexuality I got dressed an put the coat back on.

"You desire sex. You need sex. You won't be satisfied without sex."

I nodded and felt my need for a man increase. I needed to be filled.

"I cannot meet the needs of my sexual desire. You will have been made to have sex for me and the satisfaction you receive will be mine, so you will enjoy the moment, but never be satisfied and always be searching for another man. I will be satisfied with more women on the street having sex for me."

 

  

  I was ushered to the door and walked onto the street with a burning desire to have sex.

  

  

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