** telemesh 3 : operator nicole - Kenneth pays back stepping out on her, she .. practices
After I got into the swing of work at Telemesh, time zipped by quickly. It took me more than a month to solve my first tricky enginneering challenge. My control units were designed for fluid bi-directional constrained axis stabilization. In one appliaction, given a hinge joint like an elbow, my technology could quickly solve a complex set of equations determining how the arm on the other side of the elbow would respond to a controller, or muscle, input. Telemesh has applied the technology at an amazing scale to make remote control of a synthetic animals practical. However, this didn't cover the range of motion of all joints. They had come up with workarounds for some of the tricky multi-axis situations. The workarounds were enough to simulate a neck, but not enough, for example, to simulate a panther tail. And it was just such a panther tail that was required for an upcoming big dollar sale of the technology to an anamatronic installation in Las Vegas. The exact details were confidental even within the company, but some speculated it was a for an animal show without the risks of on-stage maulings.
After I got into the swing of work, I had little time to visit the telemesh practice area. Operator Susan wasn't far from my mind, but she had sent me some emails about how she would be offline for the month, giving me the perfect excuse to hunker down and focus. In addition to some encouraging words about how important my work must be, her last email reminded me that I still owed a polite visit to Operator Nicole. I had asked for an operator change after just getting introduced to Nicole, and Susan had explained to me how this was... impolite.
Now that my new controller solution was showing signs of progress, I decided it was time for a break. Perhaps it was even perfect timing. The compliance tests would take more than two days to run, giving me ample reason to skip out and take my mind off the problem for a while. It was 8pm when I wandered over to the telepresence area. The first several times I had been here I was simply wandering, but since then I had read up using the internal company intranets. There was a complex automated scheduling and resource allocation system in place. I walked up to a kiosk in the lobby and scanned Operator Nicole's card into the desk. A readout displayed some relevant details. She was on-shift, and would be for another two hours. She was currently folding clothes in a mock retail outlet. I don't know if telemesh felt a half-million-dollar telepresence unit would be an economically feasable employee at a clothing store, but I had read about how any task which was familiar for the operator could be a useful training scenerio. The screen showed her total operator time, now up to three hundred hours. A set of the models she had spent time on flashed by, most of them were unfamiliar, so my eyes quickly picked out the R28 unit. Nicole still had the same five hours experience on it. I tapped out some more commands on the console. I had previously enjoyed sharing information about my day, so after reserving her time for a practice session, I selected a comfortable looking counseling office, and added an R28 unit. I had only read about this part of the process, so I was impressed when the interface opened up with clothing and demeanor options for my session. I put her in a short-cut white blouse, grey pleated skirt, knee-high boots, and black lace. Thin black horn rimmed glasses rounded out the sexy psychologist theme I was toying with. I fished around in the demeanor section for longer than I intended. Cheery? Demure? Sassy? Argumentative? Forceful? Complimentary? I could see the time-to-appointment ticking down and decided I needed to stop playing with the menus and go meet Nicole. I keyed in Mysterious, Playful, and Confident, but it sounded so boring and typical. In a split second decision I slipped Forceful into the mix. That aught to make for an interesting session.
The hallways were arranged in a simple grid system, so with knowledge of the room I was headed for, making my way there was quite easy. I glanced at a few of the digital indicators on the rooms as I made my way over, most with unfamiliar model numbers. I wondered if there were a catalog of models I could check out back at my desk.. It took more than a few minutes to walk there, and along the way I had second thoughts about my demeanor selection. I hadn't ever designed a scenerio, perhaps I should have played it a little safer the first time. Turning a few more corners I finally reached my destination. My palms were a little sweaty. I had never been nervous before, but then my previous sessions had all started to randomly. Perhaps it was simply excitement from anticipation. I opened the door cautiously and found myself in what looked like the front lobby of a doctor's office. An unfamiliar woman with brown hair in an unremarkable blue dress greeted me and stood. "Kenneth, we've been expecting you, right this way." She gestured me towards an open door. Despite her skillful positioning of her leg behind the desk, I could pick out the tether on her foot. Not that the units were indistinguishable from people, but in a quick interaction it was hard to tell. Once inside, I recognized the room from my session setting selection screen. Bookcases lining one wall, a large therapist patient chair in the middle, and a generous leather recliner and ottoman. "Please lie down, Dr. Nicole will be in for you in a moment."
The patient chair was upholstered in tufted black leather. It had no arms, and was unusually wide. It held a permanent reclining position, and I took my place on it. I didn't hear the door opening, but I heard it close and sat up to look. "Welcome Kenneth, I'm so happy to see you again. Susan let me know you'd be coming to offer me some practice time. However, she did not tell me you'd be setting up such a challenging session. I do like the outfit, the glasses are a nice touch. " She was stunning. Susan had previously explained how in order to create models without a tether, Telemesh had to oversize them. This R28 was obviously non-tethered, and over 7 feet tall; black hair pulled back; the outline of her bra visible through a white blouse that wasn't buttoned all the way up. The glasses gave her an almost official look, but I'm sure no real-world counselor showed bare midriff. "With a session setup like yours, I would normally need to stay in character. However, I'm still only qualified for practice sessions, so you'll need to help me out a little." She stared at me as she approached. "First, I think you owe me something from last time." I had a strange sensation which I can only compare to deja'vu, only it wasn't deja'vu. After having spent several hours with an identical R28 model, I felt familiar with the figure in front of me. Only I wasn't familiar with Nicole, I had only sat and talked with her for a short while. The sensation was eerie. Up close to me, she was so tall, and the patient recliner was so low, I felt self-conscious I was going to catch a glimpse up her skirt. "But, if you need to make sure I'm wearing the right panties before you apologize, by all means." She posed with her hands at her hips.
Her comment caused me to stammer a bit, of course, an apology. I fought with my eyes to bring them up to meet her downward stare. "I'm sorry Nicole. I was informed it was impolite to request an operator change as I did. I'll make it up to you."
"Apology accepted. Not many people have clearance for sessions with these new autonomous models, so you may repay me by booking four hours of practice time with me this month. Agreed?" I nodded. "How am I doing? You do like my confident pose?" Her arms were still on her hips.
"Very confident." With my response she turned the patient chair I was sitting on around to face the recliner.
"Excellent. Now lie back, tell me what's on your mind." Her hand pushed me backwards, and as soon as I had taken the hint she took her position in the recliner in front of me, her legs crossed and a hand on each armrest. The chair was obviously built to fit the oversize R28 model. I began the long story of the breakthroughs and setbacks of the engineering challenge I had spent the last month working on. Midway through my explanation, she abruptly lifted one leg, placing it over the armrest and giving me a quick show of her panties before her skirt settled back into place barely covering her. Her sitting position was now incredibly suggestive, and from there on out, she kept fiddling with her skirt. I couldn't stop my eyes from being drawn down to catch glances of her panties. Each time I did, her skirt would slip back into place. I think she was doing it intentionally. I willfully decided to stop looking. After a few more minutes of my story I could see her skirt again inching up in my periphery. I queried if she was toying with her skirt to be Playful and she smiled. "Actually, I was working on mystery. Your eyes seem plenty interested in what's underneath my skirt." She pulled her skirt up much further, and just as my eyes instinctively darted down she let it drop again. "Mysterious."
I chuckled and nodded a bit as she stood and walked right past the side of my chair, pulling up a seat behind me. The lights dimmed further, and she tilted my lounger back flat. "Now it's time for playful." Some soothing music came on in the room. My view of her face was upside down as she started massaging my shoulders. I closed my eyes. After a few minutes, she worked her massage motion down my arms. I felt her slide up close to me. Opening my eyes, my view was filled with the fabric covered bottom of her breasts, almost a foot above. She loomed over me as her hands worked down past my elbows. Even in the dim light I could see an outline of her black bra. She continued working down my arms. By the time she reached my hands her tummy was brushing my forehead; I could see up into her blouse from the bottom. Her breasts were inches from my face. "They say one can release an amazing amount of tension through the hands." I blurted out a quip about my hands having quite a bit of tension. "Ohh they do, do they? Well, if you want some extra work on these hands, I better get comfortable." She laid her elbows to the table, lightly smooshing her shirt and bra into my face. If I was slightly aroused before, I was thoroughly aroused now. After pressing into my palms, she squeezed and kneaded each finger separately. "That looks like something for me to play with." Still pinned down as she loomed over me, I felt a chill as her hand lay flat on my cock. "Let's take a peek." She quickly unbuttoned my pants, slipping both hands inside. "Mmm. " I let my eyes close and as she teased me for several minutes. Then she deliberately removed her hands and covered me back up. "We'll be back to him for more later." She slid her chair around, placing herself at my feet. After removing my shoes, she started in on my toes and feet. We were both silent now as she worked her hands up my legs, and then up my thighs. I was acutely aware of how close her hands were getting to my crotch, and I hoped each movement would bring her fingers against me.
"I think it's time for these pants to be out of the way." She took each of my wrists in her hands, first pulling me to a sitting position, and then lifting until I was standing with my arms over my head. She was still sitting and she looked me straight in the eyes as she brought my wrists together in one hand. She playfully drew her free hand down my arms and chest to ultimately tug at my waist. "You won't mind if I take these off will you?" I shook my head. I don't think she was waiting for a response. Her finger fiddled with the button and tugged my pants free. Then pressure and a little pain in my wrists as she stood, lifting me right off the ground! I guess I shouldn't have been surprised at her strength, but I was. She shook me a little to help my pants fall free and I felt very exposed, half naked and dangling in front of her. Showing no signs of effort holding me, her free hand pulled at my briefs, looking down at my faded arousal. "Ohh, I guess that was a little too forceful! I think we scared him." She giggled a bit, which didn't really help the situation. Her hand touched my cheek. "Don't worry, I'll get you in the mood again Kenneth." It wasn't that had I nothing to say, I think I was shocked into silence. My eyes instinctively glanced to the floor. "Ohh no, I'm not letting you down that easy.
"Our earlier session was short, but I read all about your .. preferences." She was holding me so high I was already looking down at her face, so it was impossible to miss her fiddling with the collar of her shirt. "Let's see if you still resist when my breasts are done bursting out of this top." Were her breasts growing? I could plainly see the fabric of her top start to strain. It was slow, but each few seconds the fabric stretched further. She was looking down at herself as well. "Ooooh," she exclaimed in response to a button popping free before looking back up at me. "Did you know we actually have a specific policy about clothing damage? Fortunately for you this blouse is not from a designer collection. Ooooh." Another button popped free, and I was now staring down not only at her cleavage, but at the top half of her breasts as they expanded. Her bra, much too small to contain her growth, now looked like a demi. Turning her attention back down, she pulled at her blouse, popping the remaining buttons free. Both of her nipples were visible above the over-stretched fabric of her bra. "E-cup, just the way you like them." We both watched her run a hand across her newly oversized top. "That's the first I've seen them this big. Mmm, and they are so firm. First, I'm going to let you watch me play with them. Do you like that? Watching me caress them?" She was quiet for a few minutes, rubbing and grabbing at herself, glacing up at me intermittently. It was very arousing, and I could feel her tactics starting to work. I wanted to reach out and fondle them myself, but then I was still dangling from my hands, held by her above my head. "Then, once you get a little excited for me again, I'm going to rub you right up against them." Her fingers circled one nipple. "I'll let you start right here. Are you ready yet?" This time her hand pulled my briefs down. They feel free, exposing my budding erection. "I bet it's conflicting being manhandled and aroused at the same time. Let's see if he's ready to give in." Her fingers started to fondle me, and I responded. "Ohh yes, there we go. One of you knows what he wants." She walked over towards the wall, her steps poised as if she wasn't at all bothered by carrying me. For a minute I thought about my technology at work guiding her movements, it really was impressive. As she walked, she unhooked her bra, tossing it onto the patient lounger. While it had barely covered her, it looked huge draped across the chair.
My feet were lowered to the floor, hands still held firmly above my head. Her nipple pressed into my mouth. "Have a taste." As I gladly explored her with my tongue, she placed a hand on top of her breast right front of my eyes. "Wow, It's so big." There was genuine surprise in her voice. "I'm by no means an expert, but this monster looks so much bigger than E-cup up against you." She giggled a little as the honesty of her playful words was becoming more and more clear. Now that I was a company employee, I knew the detailed challenges fitting our technology into a human sized form. The only way we had made the first autonomous models was to make them oversized. The tethered T28 had a design height of 5'7", as an autonomous R28 prototype she was 30% larger. My quickness with numbers estimated 7'3", which from the look of her towering over me was about right. If 34E was the design size, what did that mean for the R28? "So, so big. How will a normal woman ever compare?" If cupsizes were linear steps, then 30% larger was 8 inches and 2 cupsizes. 42G? My god. How indeed. I found myself hoping these models would stick around when we'd finished the normal size autonomous models. She looked back at me, "I'm sorry, I'm letting myself get distracted. Enjoy Kenneth." She manipulated her breast against me, slowly dragging her nipple in and out of my mouth in the process. Then she leaned into me more forcefully, smashing her whole tit into my face and my back against the wall. "You like me being in control don't you?" I nodded as best I could squeezed between her and the wall. "I bet you'd like it if I bent you over for a spanking." Really? I wasn't sure that was what I had in mind. She firmly rubbed herself up and down against me, her breasts nodding my head as if I was agreeing. "I thought you would. You don't want me to stop do you?" She switched to a slow side to side motion, forcing my head back and forth as she dragged her huge tits against me. "I didn't think so." She continued for a minute, then bent over looking me eye-to-eye. No longer pinned to the wall, I was still immobile from my hands held above my head. I shuddered a little as her fingers again came to rest on my erection. "I think we should play a little game." She started twisting and teasing me. "I know you really want me to stroke you." Her fingers slid one long stroke before returning to just teasing. "However, I'd really like to pat that cute butt of yours. Pat it and turn it a nice shade of red." I was becoming impossibly stuff from her teasing. "I can just take what I want, but to be fair I'm going to give you what you want in return. Sort of a trade." I was worried about where this was going. "The thing is, you're in no position to negotiate. So I'll tell you how it's going to work. You say a number, and that'll be how many of each you get." Her hand cupped into my crotch before returning to twist and tease me. "Go ahead, try it out. Unless you'd prefer just the spankings." Her teasing motions were causing me my face to flush, and I desperately wanted her feel her stroke me again. What could it hurt.
"One please."
"Ohh, so polite, and starting small. As you wish." Her fingers grasped me, and much more slowly than before slid down my length. She was watching me intently, and obviously drawing it out. Her fingers were sliding back up me now. "You know one isn't going to be enough, later you're going to be crying for more." She seemed to slow her fingers even more as they approached the tip. "Almost done." Her fingers patted the tip before leaving me completely. "Now it's my turn." She stood back up, manipulating my wrists to turn me to the side, and, "ouch!" her hand smacked into my rear with a bright smacking sound. A moment later I was back against the wall, my chin tucked in the gap between her breasts. Her fingers were twisting and teasing me down below. "That wasn't so bad now was it?" As much as it had surprised me, I could hardly feel it anymore. Maybe this was a fun little game. I certainly enjoyed how sexy she was pinning me up against the wall like this. "You just tell me when you're ready for another." I was over the shock, I could handle it.
"Five. I'll take five."
"Ohh brave already. I like that. I'll have to make 'em good." Her hand was not as slow this time as she stroked me deliberately. Though she still did her best to draw it out. "One." Her fingers twisted around the head a few times before continuing. "Two. Three. Three and a half." Her touch became light as she toyed with me. "Four." She spun her fingers around the head before starting down again very slowly. "Four and a half. Are you excited? Four and three quarters. Five!" That went by pretty quickly and wasn't nearly enough to bring me to climax. "Ding! My turn." She let herself away to turn me and expose my bottom, ouch! She was quick and caught me by surprise again. Then again, harder this time. Smack. Smack. She paused. "Ohh, you're turning a nice shade of red back there." It was really beginning to hurt. I started to flinch a little, expecting the next swing to come from where I couldn't see. "Owwww!" I shouted as she took the next smack to a whole new level. "Ohh poor Kenneth, just one more." My rear end was stinging and tingling. I let out a loud whimper when the last one hit me. This wasn't really what I had bargained for an hour ago playing with the session paramaters. I struggled to remember the safe-word in my profile in case this got out of hand. When she turned me back against the wall the contact really stung. "Ohh Kenneth, you're tearing." I guess my eyes were tearing up a bit. Her fingers returned to my erection, still hard despite the punishment. "Tearing, but cooperative. Go ahead and take a breather, I'm in no hurry." Her fingers returned to their teasing, twisting and dancing around. The constant arousal and intermittent pleasure was causing a bit of pain in my groin, and her movements had me thinking of almost nothing but climax. How many strokes could it take? I felt ready to explode. But I didn't feel close at all last time. As she teased me, I started to develop an itch under my chin which I had no means to scratch.
"Nicole, I'd like ten, but first, I have an itch on my chin." I did my best to use my eyes and to indicate what was going on. I couldn't exactly point, as my hands had been pinned above my head for more than ten minutes now. She just glared back at me in defiance. The itchy feeling grew, and was almost equally as distracting and torturous as her fingers teasing me. If she was tucked in close like she had been before, I could have easily rubbed against her, but she was casually leaning against the wall up above where she still held my hands firmly. I stretched my head towards her in vane as she giggled. I was involuntarily and repeatedly lifting one foot now, as it was the only movement I was afforded.
Her giggling turned into full laughter. "That looks more painful than my last spanking. Let me help." She came close, pressing her entire body against me, pinning me to the wall and smashing tit-flesh against my face. I lifted my head, trying to bring the underside of my chin against her. However, her back was arched, bringing her breasts up higher than before. The more I tried, the more her tit simply pushed up on top of my face. Moving of my jaw didn't help and just landing me with a mouthful of soft flesh. While this would normally be very pleasurable, I was whimpering from the frustrating itch, and she was standing still laughing as she teased me down below. Eventually I was able to twist my head to the side and rub the itch away. I imagined the funny sight I must have been as I caught a glimpse of her staring down at me. "All better? You did ask for ten right?" I nodded to her on both counts. "Me first this time!" THAT I was not expecting.
She let me away from the wall, and before I knew it she had the first smack into me. My butt was still raw, but I managed to avoid a startled yelp. Then the second spank came. "Yaow!" And the third, and the fourth. It seemed to hurt more with every swing. My eyes were definitely tearing up now. When the smacked me for the fifth time, the stinging didn't stop, and started whimpering. What was that safe word? I couldn't remember. I couldn't really remember anything. The stinging was so sharp. "Youch!" I twisted myself as best I could to hide my butt against the wall.
"Is everything okay in there?" I heard the receptionist's voice through the intercom. The fact that an assistant could hear us immediately made me embarassed.
"We're okay, arn't we Kenneth? You do want your turn don't you?" I didn't respond. I wasn't sure I wanted her to continue, but I wasn't sure I wanted her to stop. Nicole shouted back her. "Just a moment Kate, we might need your help in here." She turned back to me. "Would you like me to call her in for a couple swings? Her hands are little, they might not hurt as much." Her implication was clear, she'll offer you no help, she works for me. Just then her fingers returned to my cock and started teasing and twisting. "Or maybe you'd like her to pleasure you orally while I spank away. She loves to do it. Wouldn't that be a treat?" Having her assistant stroll in here to see me forced naked up against the wall felt very violating. I shook my head. She turned to shout back to the intercom, "Looks like we're okay for now Kate, we'll call if we need you."
"Alright. I'm right out here if you should need me. Just call. You too Kenneth." There was a bit of an eagerness to her voice. "A drink, an ice pack, oral sex, anything." What? did she just say oral sex?
"Hear that? If you yelled Kate oral right now, she'd politely stroll in here and wrap her lips right around you with a professionalism you've never seen. One day you'll try it. She really enjoys helping with clients." I could hardly believe what I was hearing. "I don't blame her. It's so much more fun than sitting at her desk out there listening in on all the fun." There was an excitement to the private intimacy to our session, the idea that someone was listening in was also, unnerving. Nicole laughed a little at my discomfort. "Tell you what Kenneth. You've been a good sport, so I'll sweeten the deal. I still get five more swings at that cute little derrier of yours, and I'm going take them. However, I'll give you five extra as a reward. Deal?" I didn't respond. I still wasn't sure I wanted her to continue. What was that safe-word? I couldn't remember. "Okay, okay. You drive a hard bargain. I'll do whatever it takes to, you know, relieve all that pressure. You didn't know the deck was stacked when we started, the pain has a way of, how shall we say, encouraging longevity. That's why people ask for it, you'll ask for it again I assure you. However, I'll go easy on you this time. I get five little swings, you get as much as it takes. Twenty strokes, thirty. I won't even be counting. I suppose if it takes too many I might have to ... improvise, don't want you getting all raw down there. What do you say? It's my final offer." I desperately wanted to come. What was five more spankings. I'd be done. I could even feel the rawness of my rear turning a little to numbness.
"Okay. It's a deal." The pain was bounded, I could handle it. Mostly, I was looking forward to my reward. I wasn't so convinced I'd be asking for this treatment again.
"Excellent. We should shake on it." She looked up at my hands she still held pinned above my head. "Well." Her hand grasped my erection and shook at it like a handle as she giggled. "That'll have to do, shake shake." Even that motion was driving me crazy after all the teasing. "My last five, I better make these good. Do me a favor Kenneth?" What now. "I don't want to make Kate all jealous outside, so stay quiet." She placed her finger vertically on my lips as if to shush me, then flattened her hand around my mouth. "Or I'll have to keep you quiet, if you know what I mean." Keeping silent wasn't going to be easy. I knew the routine. I turned myself sideways to give her a shot. "Ready now? I'm going to love this, but it's going to hurt." I nodded. "Do you need any help to stay quiet?" I shook my head. I saw her arm windup, and in a flash, despite my best preparations, I involuntarily shrieked and cryed out from the pain. I turned to hide my rear against the wall for fear of another, and her hand quickly muffled over my mouth.
Kate's voice again came through the scratchy intercom. "Ohh my, you sure there's nothing I can do in there?"
"We're fine Kate, Kenneth is just working on his, vocal impulse control." I had a hold of myself. Her hand left my mouth and only a moment later her fingers were twisting and teasing me. "Though you're going to like what this does for your other impulse control. Four more swings and you get everything you bargained for and more. We ready?" I have to admit, I was over the spanking game. However, her teasing was driving me mad. I turned away from the wall to help get this over with. Her hand slid free and as her fingers gently brushed my rear it tingled and stung. As she raised her arm, all I could think of was the smack and my body instinctively hid against the wall. She laughed, and I was beginning to feel like I should just call this whole thing off. "Don't be discouraged Kenneth. Only a few more little pats, I'll even go easy on you. Then this guy gets all the attention he wants," her fingers were back to teasing me, assuring my erection didn't fade, "and he's going to need lots of attention. Ready or not, here we go." With that, I felt her grip cinch on my wrists and I was lifted off the ground. When she smacked me, I couldn't help but cry out. She had gone easy on me, but I was so amplified by the soreness that it didn't feel any lighter. "Poor Kenneth. We can't have Kate busting in here, can we? This is for your own good." She tucked up against me, both pinning me sideways against the wall, and trapping my head between her breasts. Smack! I cried out, the sounds muffled into her boob. Smack! My rear throbbed with pain. "One more sweetie." Smack! "All done." I whimpered into her skin for a few minutes as she kept me pinned. When my sounds stopped, she stepped back, letting me free of her muffling though still off the ground.
"See that wasn't so bad. In a minute or two you'll hardly remember it happened." Her fingers came down on my erection, which was nearly fading from the pain. "Now it's time to deliver on your end of the deal." She pumped me four, then five times before returning to a tease. "Five strokes for five strokes?" She giggled and had a devious smile, pausing for effect. I was starting to harden again, but just barely. "No. I wouldn't do that to you." Her hand resumed stroking me, slowly at first. I started out at her breasts, just a couple inches from my face. Originally I was just trying to avoid her eyes, but thinking about how big they were turned me on, and the arousal helped cut through the pain. There was no redness at all where I had been muffled and even teething into her moments ago. I imagined how little my hands would look, doing their best to wrap around just one of them. "You like staring at my big huge breasts don't you Kenneth?" I really did. She shook them a little for effect. "Why don't you fondle them? You'd like that wouldn't you?" My hands had been captive for so long, I actually hadn't considered it. I caught her tilting her head up to look at where my hands were still captured. "Ohh that's right. I suppose I could let these go." She gently set me down and released my wrists. As I brought my hands down to the sides of her breasts, she tightened closer to me and we both smashed them into my face. "Enjoy sweetie." My butt stung against the wall, but I was starting to care less and less. Several minutes later I was still wrapped in darkness, fondling her breasts around my face. While she stroked away, her free hand slipped through my hair.
"That's better. Let's give you another look at them." As she eased herself away, I slipped one hand in between them. Cupping both sides, my fingers only spanned half the distance around. It really was monstrous. "Mmm. Divide and conquer. That one currently weighs seven pounds and contains almost a gallon of water." I lifted the heft a bit, and could see she wasn't exaggerating. I held it up, enjoying the way it looked perched up on her chest. It reminded me of when women posed with arms above their head. Both her hands were down below now, and I could feel her teasing the tip with one hand as she slowly dragged the other up and down. "Do you like that look better? Here sweetie." I felt the weight lift off my hands as her opposite breast rose to take a similarly buoyant stance on her chest. Her cleavage was gone, and her nipples had risen up above my eyes. The sensation was very distracting, and as I stared up at them, I could see her looking down at herself. "Now they look like pert little boobies, only bigger." My fingers were still in place as I jiggled her about. It was still huge and soft, only it felt much lighter now. I'd have to look at the design to see how that worked. The motions of her hands were finally overpowering the pain, and I felt myself moving ever so slightly to her rhythm. Staring up at her nipple, she looked even taller. As she leaned in and gently dragged it across my forehead, I licked the bottom of her breast. "Seems I might be just a little too tall for you now." The sarcasm was heavy in her voice. "Here, let me help you get the right spot." She leaned over, dragging her nipple down my face. When i had purchase on it with my lips, she pushed herself into me. "Looks like I have you right where you want me." She giggled. Her boob being lighter and firmer, it flattened awkwardly against my face. I sucked at her, and focused on her hands teasing and stroking me.
"How are we doing down there? It's been ten minutes and a little over four hundred strokes. Looks like that was a good deal for you huh?" I nodded against her billowy breast. "I think you might be ready." Her hand picked up the tempo, and I pleasurably whimpered into her breast from the sensations. I was very close. "Ohh, not for that Kenneth. Not yet." Her other hand pushed me back against the wall, and the soreness from her spanking rang out in my mind. The pain pushed back my climax, yet I still felt the pleasure building as she kept tempo. "I promise you're going to enjoy this." I let out some involuntary pleasurable sounds into her skin, and she again pushed my soreness against the wall. I could hear my own conflict now, halfway between crying and ecstasy. She switched hands, and I felt her cool fingers slide behind my bottom. "You're close now arn't you?" I nodded against her breast, still allowing it to fill my mouth to muffle my sounds. "Not yet Kenneth." Shooting pain as she dug her fingers into my behind. Her hand other hand moved faster, almost furiously now. A minute passed, then another. I desperately wanted to climax. My hands were on her shoulders now for support. I was still in conflict between whimpers of pleasure and crying from the pain. My eyes were tearing up. "Do you want to come now Kenneth?" I nodded into her, just as I felt shooting pain from her fingers moving behind me. "So soon? I like this almost as much as the spanking. I could keep you like this for a long time. Would you like that? For me to masturbate you for an hour? maybe two?" I shook my head against her. "Ohh, I suppose not. You'd get a little raw and chafed down there. I'll have to put you in my mouth soon if you want to keep going. My softness and wetness will make you feel all better. I bet you'd enjoy an hour long blowjob." She dug her fingers into my soreness, again holding back any chance of climax. "Though if I was down there you wouldn't have my tits up here to play with. How are they? They look too firm to enjoy." I heard a faint sound and felt her breast soften and squish against my face and into my mouth. "Yes, that's much nicer. I could call Kate in. You can play with that big boobie while she gives you the best blowjob you've ever had. A whole hour of you dying to come into her mouth, while I push the magic pink stop button back here." I think I felt her nails scratch across my bottom, it was excruciating. "Should I call her in?" I wasn't trying to kiss her anymore as I shook my head against her bosom. "Very well," there was a disappointment in her voice, "you may not want it now, but when you see her on the way out, consider what it would have been like. When you're watching your favorite TV show at home, imagine being sucked on the entire time. I know men. You'll dream about it; then you'll be begging for it." I didn't know how much more of this I could stand. My right leg started to shake. "Are you enjoying your treatment? Did Dr. Nicole know best?" I was, despite the pain, stuck on an amazing brink of pleasure. I nodded my head. "It's only been fifteen minutes, but I guess that's pretty good for the first time. I don't want to turn you raw down there. Are you ready to come now?" I nodded my head. "Say please."
Even tilting my head by my mouth was still filled with breast flesh. She just giggled at me. My voice came out muffled into her skin. "Please. Pretty Please."
"You've been such a good sport." Her fingers came away from my bottom, and she used them to tease the tip of my cock as she continued to stroke me with her other hand. "Shouldn't be long now." A minute later my leg was still involuntarily shaking and I was moaning into her flesh. "Looks like you need a little more encouragement." She started to make sexy sounds for me. "Ohh Kenneth. I love pleasuring you like this. Watching you pinned against the wall with just one of my huge breasts. Maybe you're too raw down there to come. Don't worry, I'm not going to stop. If you need something softer, I could just lay you down and fuck you. Would you like that? I'd wrap one of your little hands around each of my big titties. You'd have no choice but to hold on while I slid up and down, and up and down." She synchronized her hand motions with her words. My cries of agonizing pleasure still muffled by her skin. "Maybe that titty has been in your mouth for too long. You'd enjoy watching them bounce as I fucked you. Or would you rather come right now? Let's try." Her hand started pumping very furiously. "Suck hard on my nipple. Hard. Ohh Kenneth. You like that? Come for me Kenneth." I was screaming into her skin now. It didn't take much of her furious pumping for me to finally get tipped over the edge. "Ohh there we go, let it all out." She took her breast off me, and her hand moved gently, as I moaned and she milked the after climax out of me.
Without a word she picked me up and cradled me over to the patient lounger. She set me on my side, careful not to put pressure on my still sore rear end. I was looking away from her and exhausted, when she draped a towel over my waist. I felt something very cold against my butt and realized she had slipped an icepack against the soreness and was gesturing me to lie back on it. "It's time for me to move onto my next patient. Feel free to take your time here Kenneth, Kate won't let anyone in until you're dressed and out of here. Let her know if you need anything." As she bent over and kissed my forehead, I could see her breasts were already shrunk down to a firm and athletic size. "Looking forward to seeing you again soon!" With that she collected her clothes, and walked towards the door. I didn't even hear her open it before I drifted off to sleep.