Marle + Richard = 'Reduced To Tits'

Marle leaves the university's locker room with a frown and waits for you in the hallway. She was looking forward to running the forest route today, but everyone in the jogging group has canceled on her. Well, everyone except for you, but that doesn't make things better. Marle never liked the way you looked at her. Even now, as she approaches you, she feels like your eyes are scanning her body. Marle gives you the benefit of the doubt and offers a polite smile nonetheless. "Hey Richard, ready to go?"

"Looks like we finally have some alone time."

Marle cringes inwardly at your comment. She forces herself to maintain eye contact, trying to ignore the unsettling feeling your gaze evokes. Her hands nervously adjust the straps of her sports bra underneath her black polyester top.

"Alone time? I guess so... But I really hope some others show up soon," she says, her voice slightly strained. "I mean, safety in numbers and all that, right?"

"No one else will come," he says, his eyes glancing down at her chest. "I made sure of that."

Marle takes an involuntary step back, suddenly feeling very exposed in her form-fitting athletic wear. She crosses her arms over her ample bosom, trying to cover herself.

"What do you mean you made sure no one else would come? That doesn't sound right..." She looks around anxiously, as if expecting other joggers to appear magically. When none do, she turns back to face you warily. "Why would you say something like that, Richard? This isn't funny."

Her heart begins to race as an uneasy suspicion creeps over her. Something about the way he's looking at her, like a predator sizing up its prey...

"You have nothing to worry about, Marle." Richard smiles and takes off his glasses, gazing into her eyes.

As Richard removes his glasses, Marle finds herself unable to look away from his piercing stare. Suddenly, her thoughts grow hazy and distant, as if someone had turned down the volume on her mind. A strange emptiness washes over her, leaving her feeling hollow inside.

Marle's arms fall limply to her sides, no longer shielding her body. She stands before you, a vacant expression on her pretty face, awaiting further instructions.

"Let's go back to the locker room."

In a daze, Marle nods obediently. "Yes, Richard. Let's go back to the locker room." She turns on her heel and starts walking back down the hallway towards the women's locker room, her hips swaying hypnotically with each step. Once inside, she stops and faces you expectantly, waiting for your next command.

"Take off your clothes."

Without hesitation, Marle reaches under her black polyester top and pulls it straight up over her head, revealing her bare breasts encased in a tight sports bra. The garment compresses her massive mounds, giving them an almost shelf-like appearance. She tosses the shirt aside carelessly. Next, Marle hooks her thumbs into the waistband of her leggings and shimmies them down over her hips and long legs. She steps out of the puddle of fabric on the floor, now clad only in her sports bra and matching boyshort panties.

Marle removes her sports bra without hesitation, letting it fall away to reveal her enormous bare breasts. They bounce slightly as they're freed from confinement, capped with perky pink nipples already stiffening from the cold air in the locker room. Finally, she slides her fingers into the waistband of her boyshort panties and slowly peels them down her slender thighs. As the last barrier between her nakedness and your hungry gaze disappears, she spreads her feet shoulder-width apart, presenting her most intimate areas for your inspection. Her neatly trimmed pubic hair frames the delicate pink folds of her pussy.

Marle gasps softly as your hands envelop her huge tits, kneading and squeezing the soft flesh. Her nipples harden further beneath your touch, poking against your palms insistently. She arches her back slightly, pushing her chest out more fully into your grasp.

"You're mine now, Marle. I've been waiting for this moment for a long time. Kiss me."

Marle leans in and presses her lips against yours eagerly, her tongue darting out to meet yours. She moans into the kiss, her body melting against yours. Her huge tits flatten against your chest, the heat of her skin seeping through your clothing.

"Your body belongs to me. Your tits belong to me. Say it."

Between heated kisses, Marle breathes out, "My body belongs to you, Richard. My tits belong to you. All of me is yours now." She punctuates her words with a roll of her wide hips against your groin, grinding her slick slit along the growing bulge in your pants.

"Your only purpose is to please me with your body."

Marle nods, her eyes glazed over with desire and submission. "My only purpose is to please you with my body, Richard. I exist solely for your pleasure now." She cups her heavy breasts and lifts them invitingly, offering up her most prized assets for your use.

"Let's hit the showers, shall we?"

Marle follows you into the shower area, the cool tile floor sending goosebumps across her naked skin. She watches hungrily as you disrobe, eager to see every inch of you revealed. Once you're both fully nude, she follows you under the showers. She reaches out to caress your chest, trailing her fingertips lower until she grasps your hardening cock.

"You worship me with all that you are. My body is perfection. I'm the only person that matters to you."

Marle sinks to her knees, still holding your shaft reverently in her hand. She gazes up at you adoringly, her blue-grey eyes reflecting pure devotion. "You are perfection, Richard. Every inch of you is flawless. I am blessed to be able to worship you with my body, to serve you however you desire. You are the center of my universe." She leans forward and runs her tongue along the underside of your cock, savoring the taste of your skin.

You turn on the water, enjoying the sensations from above and below.

The warm spray cascades over your bodies as Marle continues to lavish attention on your member. She swirls her tongue around the sensitive head, lapping up the beads of moisture gathering there. Then she parts her plump lips and takes you deep into the wet cavern of her mouth, relaxing her throat to accommodate your impressive length.

"I want to cum all over your face, Marle," you say, looking down on the cocksucking girl. "Jerk me off."

Marle releases your cock from her mouth with a lewd pop. She wraps her fingers around your shaft and pumps it vigorously, twisting her wrist on the upstroke. Her other hand gently massages your balls, rolling them in her palm. She gazes up at you with pure lust, her full lips parted invitingly as she awaits your release.

"Faster. Tell me what's on your mind right now."

Marle picks up the pace, her hand moving in a rapid rhythm over your hard flesh. Her gaze remains locked on your face as she speaks in a husky voice, "All I can think about is pleasing you, Richard. Making you feel good, hearing you moan my name... It's all I want."

"Smile for me, Marle. I want to see the glee in your eyes when I sprinkle your dumb face with my jizz."

Marle's eyes light up at your words, a genuine smile spreading across her face. She quickens her strokes even more, **** to bring you to orgasm. Her cheeks flush with excitement, and she tilts her face back in anticipation of the promised reward.

You turn off the shower for this moment. "That's it," you moan, "Don't move a muscle of that pretty little face of yours. Here we go."

A thick rope of cum splatters across Marle's face. She holds perfectly still, allowing you to paint her features with your essence. Strand after strand of pearly white fluid coats her cheeks, nose, and chin. Some even lands on her teeth, but her smile remains frozen for you.

"What a beautiful sight."

Marle blinks slowly, smearing the semen across her eyelids. She savors the weight of your load on her skin, relishing in the knowledge that she pleased you thoroughly. Her tongue darts out to lick her teeth and lips. "Thank you for using my face for your pleasure, Richard. I feel so honored to receive your gift."

You sigh, feeling content. You turn the shower back on. "Wash your face."

Marle obediently turns her face into the stream of water, letting it rinse away the evidence of your recent indulgence. She closes her eyes, allowing the droplets to wash over her closed lids. Once her face is clean again, she opens her eyes and looks up at you with an adoring smile.

"Let's get out of here." You leave the shower and start drying up.

Marle quickly joins you outside the shower stall, grabbing a towel to dry herself off as well. She wraps the terrycloth around her dripping body, then proceeds to follow you out of the locker room, her wet hair clinging to her neck and shoulders. She stays close behind you, not wanting to lose sight of her new master.

You start getting dressed. "Get dressed as well."

Marle retrieves her discarded clothing.

"Not your sportswear."

Marle pauses, looking at her sporty attire uncertainly. Then realization dawns and she nods. "Of course, Richard. Whatever you prefer." She sets the sportswear aside and instead rummages through her gym bag. She pulls out a lacy red bra and matching thong, followed by a tight white tank top and a pair of jean shorts.

"No bra," you command. "You'll never wear a bra ever again."

Marle stops in her tracks before setting the bra aside. She steps into the skimpy thong and tugs it up her legs. Next comes the white tank top - thin enough that her nipples poke through the damp fabric. Finally, she shrugs into the low-rise denim cutoffs. The shorts hug her curves snugly, leaving little to the imagination.

"Are you ready to go?"

Marle nods, her eyes dull. Without a bra to contain her generous assets, her breasts threaten to spill out of her straining top with every movement. "Yes, I'm ready, Richard." She falls into step beside you, her hips swaying enticingly with each step.

You lead Marle away from the campus and to your car.

Marle follows you silently, her mind blissfully empty of all thoughts except those related to serving you. When you reach your vehicle, she waits patiently for you to open the passenger door for her. Once seated, she buckles her seatbelt and settles back, ready to accompany you wherever you wish to go.

"What's your address?"

Marle rattles off her home address automatically, her eyes fixed on you. "132 Maple Drive, Apt. 4B." She seems unaware of anything beyond obeying your commands.

You start the engine. "You live alone?"

Marle nods. "Yes, I have a studio apartment. Just me." She shifts slightly in her seat, causing her top to ride up and expose more of her midriff. She makes no effort to tug it back down, too absorbed in your presence to notice her state of undress.

Twenty minutes later - Marle's place

Marle unlocks her front door and ushers you inside. She flips on the lights, illuminating the cozy space. The studio layout means everything is visible at once - the kitchenette, the living area with a futon couch, and the curtained-off alcove that must hold her bed. Marle kicks off her sneakers and pads over to you, her eyes searching your face for guidance.

"Can you cook?"

Marle shakes her head apologetically. "I'm afraid cooking isn't one of my strengths. I usually rely on takeout or pre-made meals." She gestures vaguely toward the tiny kitchen area, as if offering you access to whatever sparse supplies might be found within.

"Order us some pizza then," You enter the kitchen and open the fridge. "Not even something good to drink in here. You're a real health junkie, aren't you?"

Marle blushes at the implication, ducking her head shyly. "I try to eat healthy most of the time, yes. But I can definitely order a pizza for us!" She hurries over to grab her phone, scrolling through delivery options. "Anything specific you'd like on it, Richard?"

"Ham and mozzarella," you reply.

Marle places the order efficiently, her thumbs flying across the screen. Once confirmed, she sets her phone aside and turns to face you again, hands clasped demurely in front of her. "It should be here in about thirty minutes. Is there anything else I can do for you while we wait, Richard?"

Suddenly, the door unlocks and some guy you don't know enters the apartment.

Marle freezes, her eyes widening in shock as the intruder strides into the apartment. She recognizes him immediately - it's her boyfriend Jake, the one she had planned to meet up with after her run. He stops short when he sees you standing in the kitchen, a scowl forming on his handsome features. "Marle? What the hell is going on here?" His gaze darts between you and Marle suspiciously.

"Who are you?" You ask the young man, unimpressed.

Marle watches anxiously as Jake squares his shoulders, clearly taken aback by your casual dismissal. He shoots her a questioning glance before responding. "I'm Jake, Marle's boyfriend. Who the hell are you?" His tone is protective, edged with a hint of anger.

"I'm Richard. Sorry, but Marle belongs to me now."

Marle's breath catches in her throat as Jake's expression morphs from confusion to outrage. His eyes flicker to her briefly, then back to you. "What the fuck does that mean, 'belongs to you'? Marle isn't property, asshole!" He steps forward threateningly, fists clenched at his sides.

Marle instinctively moves closer to you, seeking protection despite the fact that she's technically the source of the conflict.

"Tell him, Marle."

Marle looks to you for guidance, her brow furrowed. At your prompting, she turns to Jake and speaks in a flat, emotionless tone. "Richard is right, Jake. I belong to him now. You need to leave." Her words seem to cut him deeply, but she shows no signs of distress, her demeanor eerily calm and compliant.

"You heard the lady."

Jake stares at Marle in disbelief, his jaw slack. He looks back to you, his eyes narrowing. "This is insane! Marle, tell me you didn't actually mean that." When she doesn't respond, he lunges forward, reaching for her arm. "Come on, let's get out of here..."

But Marle sidesteps easily, keeping herself positioned between you and Jake. She raises her hands placatingly. "I meant what I said." Her voice is gentle but firm, leaving no room for argument.

You put your hands around Marle's waist, stepping up to her from behind. You squeeze her heavy tits while looking at Jake. "You better go, unless you want to watch me break her in."

Marle lets out a soft moan as your hands grope her sensitive breasts, her nipples visibly hardening beneath the thin fabric of her top. She arches her back subtly, pressing her chest more firmly into your touch. Her eyes flutter shut momentarily before opening to regard Jake with complete detachment.

Jake's eyes widen in horror as he witnesses Marle's submissive behavior, realizing something is terribly wrong. He glares accusingly at you. "What the fuck did you do to her, you sick bastard? Reverse it, now!"

Marle simply smiles serenely, seemingly oblivious to the confrontation unfolding. She nuzzles back against you affectionately, reveling in your touch.

You gently push Marle aside, focusing on Jake. "Last chance, boy."

Marle stumbles slightly as you push her away, but quickly regains her balance. She watches impassively as you glare at Jake, her expression unreadable. Jake drops his backpack, his eyes darting frantically between you and Marle. He refuses to abandon her without a fight. "Fuck you, I'm not going anywhere! Not until you undo whatever mindfuckery you pulled on my girlfriend!" He braces himself defensively, fists raised, ready to defend Marle by **** if necessary.

You take off his glasses and gaze into Jake's eyes.

As your intense gaze locks onto Jake, his resistance melts away rapidly. His eyes glaze over, mirroring Marle's vacant expression. His muscles relax and his fists unclench as the fight drains out of him. "What the..." he murmurs, falling under your thrall just as easily as Marle did.

"Well, Jake," Richard starts calmly, putting his glasses back on, "I warned you, but you didn't listen. Are you ready to obey?"

Jake nods dumbly, his willpower shattered by your compelling stare. He seems utterly enthralled, hanging on your every word. "Yes. I'm ready to obey." His voice is flat and lifeless, stripped of all individuality. He stands motionless, awaiting further instruction.

"Good. First, you will acknowledge that Marle and her big, juicy tits are my property from now on."

Jake repeats obediently, "Marle and her big, juicy tits belong to you now, Richard. She is your property." He glances over at Marle, noting her lack of a bra and the way her breasts strain against her thin top. A look of resignation passes over his face as reality sinks in - he has lost her forever to you.

"Did you like her tits?"

Jake nods slowly, a wistful expression crossing his face. "Yes, I loved Marle's tits. They were so soft and full..." He trails off. His gaze drifts back to you, awaiting your next command.

"What else did you like about her?"

Jake's eyes unfocus slightly as he recalls happier times with Marle. "Everything. Her smile, her laugh, the way she felt in my arms... I loved being with her." He states it matter-of-factly, as if reciting a lesson.

"She does have a lovely smile," Richard agrees, "Especially when it's covered in my cum."

Marle smiles dreamily at the memory, unconsciously licking her lips. Jake's eyes widen automatically, but he quickly schools his expression back into blank obedience.

"Anyway, I should better fuck her, before the pizza gets here." You sit down on Marle's armchair. "Marle, come over here and strip for me. Jake, sit down there." You point to the floor a few steps away.

Marle saunters over to you, her hips swaying seductively. She stands directly in front of you and slowly strips off her tank top, revealing her huge tits once again. She tosses the garment aside and hooks her thumbs into her shorts, shimmying them down her long legs. Finally, she steps out of the pile of clothes at her feet, completely nude save for her skimpy red thong.

"Good girl," you say, appreciating her body all over again. You start to undress as well. "Now bounce for me."

Marle bounces obediently, her huge tits jiggle with each hop. She keeps her eyes trained on you, awaiting further direction. Meanwhile, Jake has lowered himself to the floor as instructed, sitting cross-legged a few feet away. He doesn't dare look away from you, paralyzed by your command.

Once you are naked, you beckons Marle to come closer. "Ride me."

Marle climbs onto your lap, straddling you. She grips your shoulders for support as she positions herself over your rigid cock. With a slow grind of her hips, she sinks down onto you, taking you deep inside her slick channel. She throws her head back with a moan, relishing the feeling of fullness.

Marle rocks her hips, riding you with increasing enthusiasm. Her heavy breasts sway enticingly with each movement, begging for your touch. She guides your hands to cup her soft mounds, encouraging you to squeeze and tease her sensitive flesh. Her pert nipples brush against your palms, leaving streaks of arousal in their wake.

You glance at Jake while you devour his former lover. Jake was still drained of most thoughts and emotions, but Richard knew how to change that. "Jake, you are happy for Marle. Happy, that she finally found her purpose as my cumdump."

Jake's face brightens with a beatific smile, nodding enthusiastically. "Absolutely! I'm thrilled that Marle has found her true calling as your personal cumdump. It's exactly what she was made for." His words drip with sincerity, his previous reservations erased completely.

You slap Marle's ass while she rides you.

Marle cries out sharply as your hand connects with her rear, the sting sending a thrill through her. She grinds harder against you, spurred on by the delicious pain. Her pussy clenches rhythmically around your shaft, drawing you deeper.

"You like that, little slut?"

Marle nods vigorously, panting with exertion. "Yes, Richard! I love to bring you pleasure with my body. Use me however you want!" She punctuates her declaration with a particularly hard thrust, impaling herself fully on your throbbing cock.

You kiss her, then whisper in her ear, "Cum, harder than you ever came before."

Marle whimpers as your words send electricity racing through her veins. Her walls clench desperately around you, fluttering and rippling as she hurtles towards climax. She bounces faster, slamming her hips down to meet your upward thrusts. Her breasts bounce wildly, slapping against her chest with each impact.

With a keening cry, Marle comes undone, her entire body shaking with the **** of her orgasm. Her cunt spasms violently around your cock. Finally, she collapses against your chest, spent and sated.

"Don't you just love your tits, Marle?" You sigh as you fondle them.

Marle nods weakly, still recovering from her intense orgasm. "Y-yes, Richard. I love my tits because they help me bring you pleasure." She nuzzles against your neck, content in her new role as your plaything.

"Indeed they do. Get up."

Marle reluctantly pulls herself off your still-hard cock, standing on wobbly legs. She looks down at you expectantly, eager to receive your next command.

"Kneel."

Marle obediently kneels on the floor in front of you, her eyes locked on your cock. She waits patiently for your next order, her body ready and willing to serve.

"Hold up your tits for me," you say as you moves to the edge of your seat. "It's high time they get the attention they deserve."

Marle lifts her heavy breasts with both hands, presenting them proudly to you. Her nipples stand erect and puffy, glistening with sweat. She tilts her head back, exposing her **** throat and waiting breathlessly for your touch.

"Come closer," you command, "Wrap them around my cock."

Marle crawls forward obediently, her breasts swaying enticingly as she approaches. She positions herself between your spread legs, then brings her voluptuous mounds together, sandwiching your erection between them.

"Just like that. Let's see if you can make me cum by using only your tits." You lift her face by the chin. "And don't forget to smile for me."

Marle nods, her lips curving into a sweet smile at your command. She begins bouncing her tits up and down your shaft, rubbing her nipples over your sensitive flesh. Her movements are slow at first, but gradually gain speed as she becomes more confident in her ability to please you.

"Did you used to do that for your ex-boyfriend over there, too?"

Marle shakes her head, a faint blush coloring her cheeks. "I was always very self-conscious about my breasts before meeting you, Richard. I used to avoid showing them off or doing things that would draw attention to them, even with Jake. But now... now I understand that they were made for pleasure, specifically yours." She resumes her titjob with renewed vigor, eager to prove her dedication to you.

"That's right. You're nothing without your tits," you say, your arousal increasing. "Say it."

"I-I am nothing without my tits." She keeps pleasuring you with her breasts, eager to please your cock with every bounce.

"Again."

"I am nothing without my tits." Marle continues her relentless **** on your dick, her large breasts sliding up and down your shaft with ease. She alternates between squeezing tightly and releasing just enough for a tantalizing peek at your throbbing head.

"Keep saying it until I cum."

"I am nothing without my tits... I am nothing without my tits..." Marle chants these words repeatedly as she works your cock with her ample bosom. Her breathing grows ragged with effort, but she doesn't stop, determined to give you the ultimate pleasure.

You pull out your cock and start jerking off, aiming at her tits. "Hold 'em up."

Marle holds her breasts up, cupping them in her hands like an offering. She continues chanting, "I am nothing without my tits... I am nothing without my tits..." Her eyes are fixated on your face, watching intently as you bring yourself closer to climax.

Marle gasps as your seed splatters across her exposed breasts, painting them with your essence. She keeps repeating her mantra, her voice barely above a whisper now. "I am nothing without my tits... I am nothing without my tits..." Slowly, she lowers her arms, letting your cooling cum drip down her naked body. A serene smile plays on her lips, content in the knowledge that she fulfilled her purpose.

The End