Ask to fuck Tara's tits

"Well," you say to Tara, "You're right that I like your breasts. I was wondering if you'd let me rub my cock over them."

Tara meets your gaze evenly, which for a change is meeting her eyes. "You're saying you want to fuck my tits," she said.

"If you want to put it that way," you say. "I thought we might do it a bit more slowly than that. If you don't want me inside you, maybe this is an alternative."

"John," Tara says. "I just want to make it clear that I don't belong to you. Right? If you cum on the part of me marked 'These don't fucking belong to you', that won't mean you own them. Capiche?"

"Sure," you say.

Tara smiles. "Good. Then let's get your hot member on my tits. I'll kneel and you stand in front of me."

Tara moves efficiently, and undoes your trousers to let your member loose. You're beginning to thicken again.

Tara looks up at you impishly. "Now, John, I want to make sure that you understand me," she says, rubbing her chest against your member. "I'm only offering my tits to your cock. *You* can't have them. But for the next twenty minutes, your cock can touch them all it likes.

"If your cock likes my tits, it can ooze, squirt, and generally cum messily on them as much as it wants to. My tits love penises, and they really like it when one ejaculates all over them, so that my nipples drip with semen.

You feel yourself harden as Tara describes her nipples wet with your cum. Your cock rises up to her chest. "Hello new friend," she says to your cock. "Want to play, little buddy?" she says, leaning forward to push her cleavage against your crotch.

"If you play nice," Tara says, "and if your cock and my tits get along, I'll invite your cock back to cum over my tits again in the future. Do you think your cock might accept that deal?"

"I think it will," you say to Tara. "My cock's already looking forward to painting your chest with semen." You feel some pre-cum ooze out of your cock.

Tara shudders and looks up to you, smiling and with dilated pupils. "I really like you," she says.

"Are you saying that to me, or my cock?"

"Your cock," she says. "And you too, I guess."

"I thought you didn't pray to men's penises."

Tara grinned. "Oh I'm not praying to it, I'm just getting to know it better. I like you both. I like your cock better, but I'm really very happy that it's attached to someone who isn't a fascist. I like you both." She rubs her chest on your member. "Mmmmm."

"You're really getting off on this," you say, with a moan.

"Well yeah," she says. "And you're getting off on rubbing your cock on some girl's tits you barely know. I like it more than you do, but it's the same deal. We're flirting with the idea that you can give me the one thing I need to get started making a baby." She squeezes her breasts together around your cock.

"Nnng," you moan. "Does it feel as good for you as it does for me?"

Tara laughs. "God I hope not. I hope I'm a better cumslut than that," she says. "I want it to be good for you, because having your cock up in my face gives me a kick that *you'll* only get with very expensive ****. All I actually feel is some nice stroking between my tits. What I'm getting off on is the fact that the thing between my tits is a *cock*. Women are *wired* to obsess over cocks, and your cock is getting me as high as a fucking kite. Maybe I shouldn't even be saying that, but I don't care right now. Pheromones and hormones and shit. "

"How do you know all this?" you say with a grunt.

"I'm a chemical endocrinologist," she says. "I know this shit inside out."

"And here I figured you probably worked at an indie record shop," you say.

"I did until I got into grad school," she said. "So John, you're going to want time to recover before your date comes along. Coming all over my chest is optional as far as I'm concerned: I love it but the main thing for me is getting your cock between my tits. The question is, how long are you going to be, and do you want me to help you along in a way that doesn't involve you inserting your cock into me?"