qwhalus

thepillowyprison:

She had finally spotted him.

From the moment he saw her, Jacob knew that she was a woman to avoid. He hadn’t been fooled by her puzzled expression as she tottered around the aisles. Jacob knew exactly what kind of woman she was, and he knew exactly what she was searching for.

And now it seemed that she had found it. Her eyes locked onto Jacob from across the store. Her once faltering footsteps became confident and purposeful as she marched directly towards him – her naked boobs swinging from side to side with each step. Jacob froze like a deer in headlights, as she swept closer. He knew that he should run. He didn’t run. He knew that he should flee. He didn’t flee. She was too close now. Striding too fast. There was no escaping her. If he was very lucky, he might be able to talk his way out….

“Hi there!” The woman said, her voice casual and chirpy. She kept moving until she was only inches away from Jacob. Until her bare nipples were almost brushing against his own chest. He had to fight the urge to reach out and touch them.

“I’m so sorry.” she continued without giving him a chance to speak, “I don’t usually ask masturb…” The woman caught herself before completing that thought. “…I mean, I don’t usually ask men for help, But I’m a little lost. You wouldn’t happen to know where they keep the Boobylu products, would you?”

Jacob’s stammered as he searched for an answer. He needed to get away. He needed to say something. But it was so hard to think. The woman’s boobs were just so big, and naked, and close. He wanted to touch them. He couldn’t touch them. He tried to turn his eyes away, but she kept shifting on her feet, forcing her boobs back into his field of view. They were so big, and soft, and inescapable.

In the end his gaze settled on her cleavage. He picked a direction – at random – and gestured vaguely with his free hand, unable to even look where he was pointing. “They’re over there… somewhere… I think.”

A smile spread over the vixen’s face. She clasped her hands together, which made her tits bounce and jiggle. “Thank you so much!” She said, giving another excited bounce. “Like I said, I wouldn’t usually ask a mastur… a guy like you for help. But it’s been such a long day.” The woman sighed, “My boss is such a hardass. Can you believe she made me spend my entire shift with my blouse buttoned up?”

He nodded dimly. He could definitely believe that. There was a familiar, feminine scent in the air; like cream, and sex, and strawberries. He tried not to think of those boobs straining against her blouse, sweating and stewing in the summer heat. He tried not to picture her nipples drooling pheromones, leaving streaks that criss-crossed her clothes….

“You seem a little distracted.” The woman said as she peered at him, seemingly concerned.

Jacob struggled to drag his mind away from his daydreams. “I… um… yeah.” he said, as he stared at the woman’s nipples. “I guess, I am… a little… distracted.”

“Sorry.” she said, apologising once again, “It’s my tits isn’t it? They are kind of in your face, aren’t they?”

Jacob could do nothing but nod meekly. The woman responded by shoving her boobs even further up into his field of view. “Well, I’m just glad to see that you’re enjoying them so openly.” She dropped her boobs and gestured at his dick.

His naked dick.

His naked, erect dick.

Jacob felt the blush burn at his cheeks, even as his hand continued to slide back and forth. He hadn’t even realised that he was playing with it. He didn’t even remember pulling it out. When had that happened? How had that happened? He had a masturbation addiction, yes – like most free men – but it wasn’t usually that bad.

Now it was his turn to apologise. “Sorry… I’m so sorry, I’m not usually like this. I’ll put it away. I swear. Just… give me a few minutes.”

The woman laughed. “It’s really no problem.” she said, “You don’t have to pretend with me. I’m used to it.” The woman looked at his naked cock with clear approval as she tapped her chin. “Actually, there is something else you could help me with…”

She didn’t even give him time to respond before her hand lurched forwards. She grasped his cock, her slender fingers slid along his length, dislodging his own hand. Jacob tried to writhe away, but her hand was still slick with her boob-sweat. The moment his cock touched her palm, his muscles relaxed, his tension fell away, and he realised that his dick was exactly where it needed to be.

The woman turned and began to walk. She strode ahead pulling Jacob behind her. Leading him like a dog on a leash. A few women smirked at him as he passed. Jacob smiled back – but not for long. The pillow-girl was moving quite fast, and Jacob had to rush to keep up. He followed the woman helplessly as she dragged his cock deeper into the maze of shopping aisles. For a woman who had just claimed to be lost, she seemed to know exactly where to go.

She only let him go once they reached the Boobylu aisle. He felt a surge of relief as his cock fell back under his control – and straight back into his hand. Jacob tugged at his dick as he glanced about the aisle. The shelves were dotted with lotions, and oils, and dangerous concoctions of all colours and varieties. Each bottle glistened as it reflected the strip lighting from above.

The woman took one quick look around and then dashed to a small table in the centre of the aisle, stacked high with tiny bottles of clear liquid.

“Oh look! Free samples.” she called back to Jacob, as she palmed one of the small bottles, “Could you help me with one of these?”

Without waiting for an answer she strode back over to him. And with a flick of her thumb, she uncapped the bottle of massage oil and squeezed the contents into Jacob’s free hand.

“Just rub in on my breasts.” she said as she pushed them forwards, presenting them to him, “Make sure to massage them all over.”

“I really shouldn’t…” he began, his palm filled with clear liquid.

“Oh… pretty please?” she said, pulling her shoulders back, and pushing her breasts even further forwards, “It’s not like I’m asking you to do anything sexual. It’s just that my boobs are so big. And it takes so long for me to lotion them all by myself. And I could really use the help of a mast… uh… a big, strong man.”

Jacob was still struggling to argue against that logic when again she made a decision for him. The woman gripped his wrist with her own hand, and tugged his reluctant fingers towards her chest. As soon as his hand touched the smooth skin of her breast, he heard her gasp.

He began to rub her tit, slowly at first. Gently spreading the oil over every inch of her exposed boob. He felt the woman take hold of his cock once again, and his other hand fell free for but a moment before she squirted a glob of oil into the palm. And then he was kneading her breasts with both hands. Enjoying the soft expanse of her boobs as he squeezed them beneath his fingers. Kneading, and rubbing, and playing with them, even as the woman stroked, and rubbed his cock.

Once he’d finished with the sides of her breasts, Jacob dared to dip his fingers into her cleavage. Immediately the woman moaned and trembled beneath his touch. Her eyelids fluttering, she squirmed with pleasure. He thumbed her nipples, and tried to remind himself that he was doing this as a favour, and not for fun. But it was starting to get hard to focus. The scent of her pheromones was growing stronger. The oil fizzing, reacting with her sweat.

In the end she looked at him, “That’s enough. I think we’re done.” she said. She stepped back, letting his hands fall away, and allowing Jacob to admire his handiwork. The woman’s breasts were slick, and soft, and they begged to be fucked. Jacob almost felt proud.

“Thank you again. You’ve been ever so helpful.” she said. She looked thoughtful for a moment, but then her voice took on a seductive tone, “I wonder if there’s any way I could repay you…?”

He saw the hungry look in her eyes, and knew instantly what she meant. No… no. This was what he’d been afraid of. He wanted to run. But his legs refused to move. He wanted to cry out. But who would help him?

The woman giggled again. “You don’t have to look so scared.” she said, “It’s not like I’m going to enslave you with my breasts. It’s just that you did such a good job oiling them, and it would be a shame if you didn’t get to enjoy them….”

Jacob, still panicking, tried to let her down gently. “I really… can’t… I don’t think I should. I mean, they’re lovely boobs but…”

“–They are lovely, aren’t they?” The woman interrupted. “I’m sure they’ll seem even more lovely when they’re pressed around your cock.”

Jacob’s dick ached. He knew that he shouldn’t. He desperately wanted to. He turned the idea over in his mind. Maybe if he was fast it would be okay? He could slip his dick into her cleavage just for a moment, just to see what titfucking a pillow-girl was like. And then he’d stop. He’d walk away. And never, ever do it again.

The woman didn’t wait for answer. She knelt down in front of him, hands clasped to the sides of her boobs, waiting for him to take the plunge.