L.C.T.F.: A Novel by Lesley Finch

Author:Lesley Finch
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Publisher: Areola
Published: 2017-01-30T22:00:00+00:00

Chapter Thirteen

‘What do I need to prepare for later?’

I looked up from the coffee machine: Rebekah was next to me. As were several fellow employees on their break. Rebekah’s imperious tits were straining at a pale blue blouse, the lace of the beleaguered brassiere clearly visible through the thin cotton. ‘Ummm...’

‘For the purchasing meeting, I mean,’ she continued. There was a mischievous glint in her eye. She was teasing me: her final exam was that evening, as we both well knew.

‘Of course,’ I said, regaining my composure. ‘We’ll need the report on the additional server space requirements.’

Rebekah nodded. ‘Ah yes, we’ll need to see if the rack is big enough.’

‘What do you think?’ I asked.

‘It’s certainly sizeable,’ she said. ‘Though with constantly expanding hardware we need to make sure it’s fully supported.’

I glanced down at her jutting chest. ‘I think if we get more hands-on we can probably do without the support entirely.’

‘Perhaps it would be best if you came to inspect the rack now,’ Rebekah said.

‘I agree.’

I followed her to the lifts and we waited patiently. DING! We entered. Rebekah snapped open the top button of her blouse and looked up at me through thick mascara as the lift descended to the basement. ‘I can’t wait until later,’ she said.

‘Rebekah, I need to save myself.’ I gazed greedily at the couple of inches of cleavage that had come into view. ‘You can’t make me cum now, I need to be fully-charged for the examination to be fair...’

‘Not you,’ she scolded, ‘Me! I need a boobgasm.’

The lift doors open and we stepped into the server room. We were alone. Rebekah grabbed my hand and took me down past the cabinets to a secluded corner.

‘Men have been staring at my big tits all day and it’s been driving me crazy,’ she said. ‘I just want to tear this blouse open and watch them cum in their pants. Look at them, Martin. Perv them all you like.’ She arched her back, causing a second button to pop open of its own volition. ‘What do these big tits make you think of?’

‘Titfucking,’ I gasped, surveying the mountainous peaks before me with.

‘Gosh what a coincidence, me too,’ Rebekah said, her eyes widening. ‘When I look down at this deep cleavage, all I can think of is how beautiful a swollen twitching cockhead would look emerging from it.’ Another button popped open. There were now a good six or seven inches of tight cleavage on show, as well as lacy edges of her white bra cups. ‘Oh my lord, you dirty man, you’re literally undressing me with your eyes,’ she purred. A fourth button pinged open and the blouse parted, disappearing into her armpits as two formidable lace-clad torpedoes shot forth, the sturdy material distended at their peaks by visibly swollen nipples. ‘Oh my, Martin, whatever are you doing now?’ I watched in helpless fascination as with the most imperceptible movement of her upper body Rebekah set her jutting tits into increasing arcs of motion, the sheer mass propelling them ever more heavily from side to side.

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