Of Course Not

She obeys my order and nothing more: ashamed and angry, she unbuttons her top until its stained, heavy cloth hits the ground. She reaches back, making her stuffed bra surge and swell until, with a quivering pop, its grasp on her body is finally undone. It falls away, revealing her ever-hardened, half-a-thumb-sized nipples and the trembling droplets on their ends. I knew her breasts were massive before, but it’s quite the sight to see them unleashed here and now: they droop and point downward, each showing hints of the faint green veins just underneath her untanned skin, and each one makes her fit abdomen look absurd when placed between them and her ample hips. The skirt and panties follow soon after, revealing a slightly unkempt bush and legs shaved only below the middle of her hips.

How utilitarian... or maybe the events of late have made her neglect herself. “Change of plans,” I announce, “I’m going to rub your tits while you finish shaving everything below your neck.”

“You... what? You expect me to shave while you’re doing that-?!”

“You’ll need to be extra careful, because I do mean... everything.”

My hat’s off to Hatts: Ms. Lia has **** but to comply as she prepares shaving cream from beneath her sink and trudges into the walk-in shower. I follow, my own clothes stripping away as I go, and a look back makes her face pale as the coming moment becomes all the more real. “Please... don’t...”

“Don’t rub your tits? Are you resisting-?”

“Don’t **** me,” she finally sobs, her body leaning against the glass rim of her shower door. Tears well up in her eyes as the earnest plea finally leaks from her, prideless and priceless, as her engorged tits straddle the threshold between chambers.

It stuns me... but only for a moment. “I'm not going to... I'm just here to carry out Ms. Hatts' punishment. As long as you don't interfere, I won't... escalate.” Given the chance, I'll probably prove myself a liar... but more than anything, I want her to welcome it. My hungry eyes must have whispered that intent because she doesn’t seem put at ease. I can't imagine my next action helps: I pull my underwear down and let my raging hard-on flick out to point accusingly at its source.

I enter the shower as she begins to spread white fluff across her pubic mound and thighs... and with my cock sandwiching between her butt cheeks, I hug each tit with an arm before squeezing them against her in opposing directions. Milk spurts from either one as I ride her this way, each one staining the glass and tile in shotgun sprays as she trembles and moans in my grasp. The razor clatters to the ground from her hand, followed shortly by the shaving cream. The water hasn’t even been turned on yet, but she can barely manage herself.

“You’re going to have to bend over and get them,” I warn her, “or you’re just plain resisting my instructions... and you know what that’ll mean...”

My dick glides between her cheeks to emphasize, but I doubt she needs the reminder. Shaking, she strains to bend over, taking me with her as I hold on by her tender tits. The pain, the rapture, and the shame of it all makes her knees quiver as they buckle to let her get a grasp on her lost razor. She gives up on the can altogether... and, with quickly escalating breaths, she begins to shave herself.

She turns the water on and rotates away from it, leaving me in an icy-cold shower that I don’t doubt was on purpose. I forgive her the minor aggression; although part of me wants to get the Hell out of the cold water, her body and shaking warm me in too many ways to move. I resort to kneading her breasts in wide fingers to vary up my groping, and the first orgasm almost surprises us both with how soon it hits. Her razor pauses until her shaking comes back under control... and the haste with which she now works indicates that she knows just how impossible this’ll be after a few more orgasms like that.

Quiver, quiver, swipe. Shake, shake, flinch. The tells of her naked body against mine follow my ministrations. Her body glistens as water trickles from me to her, and now the cold is getting to us both; with her free hand, as her third orgasm subsides, she turns the heat on and fogs the clear shower chamber with our exercise. It takes a fourth orgasm to finally send the razor clattering to the ground again, but she gasps as it does so, “D-Done! I’m... done, you fucking asshole...!”

Perhaps Alice made me more comfortable with the female anatomy, because I do what I wouldn’t have dared just a week ago: with one hand still cradling her sensitive tits, the other rubs and tests the fronts of her thighs before diving into her cleft. “Time to check your homework,” I whisper as I fondle her labia and spend no accidental amount of time groping her clit against my palm. Shockingly, she seems to have pulled it off: I can’t find so much as a rogue pube in her garden, but I make sure to linger until I feel her shake anew. “Well done, Ms. Lia.”

She doesn’t thank me for my acknowledgement of her hard work.

“You know, we could shower like this,” I mutter before popping her tit into my mouth to check for milk. Finding none—evidently it was all splattered on the walls now mostly cleansed by water—I continue, “We could shower like this every day, as lovers.”

“I don’t love you, I don’t want you, I just want you to... damn it...!” She cursed her body as it begins to buckle in my grasp. Five times seems to be the limit before she starts falling apart, but we’re going way beyond just the normal dozen or so orgasms of a school day, today.

“Clean me with your tits.”

“Wha... what-?!”

“I’m going to discipline you,” I try to say as officially as I can manage, “with my entire body... by having you put soap on these funbags of yours and cleaning me. Thoroughly.”

Now, I’m not a monster: as she trembles and whimpers while applying body wash onto her fat sacks, I do my own diligent work and clean my pits, my rear, and finally my hair as she starts by sandwiching my leg between her tits. But I help her no further: I watch as Sophia Lia, Harvard graduate and bitchy English teacher, crawls on her knees until she can manage to wrap my shin in her tit flesh and masturbate it—and herself—with shaky gyrations. It looks like quite the work out, and unfortunately it’s enough that her breasts are only further stimulated until her orgasms **** her to pause. She comes once more for each leg she barely manages to clean before finally rising to my crotch... and if I were a merciful master, then I’d...

“Clean my cock with your tits until I come... and then I'll discipline you by rubbing it into you.”

Her disgusted, twisted features glare up at me... but the promise of what would happen if she disobeyed keeps her loyal. Clumsily, she puts my meat between her breasts and tries to knead them against me to try and urge out my seed. But her pleasure builds far faster than mine, and soon she's leaning against me, tits gripped against my shaft and her gasping breaths against the head of my cock, until she finds the strength to try and pick up the pace again. She remains in a painfully tight squat as she does so, sparing her knees but burning her legs as she desperately masturbates me with breasts she can't bear to crush against me in any efficient manner.

“Are you... disobeying me?”

“I-I'm not! Just... just do it, already!”

Hmm... she's right, then, since she can't lie to me about that. So this is no way to trick my way into finally having her... fair enough. Besides, despite the tenderness of her boobjob and my desire to stretch it out, I'm actually running out of runway before I finally blast her in the face. I lean into it, grabbing her hands and making them squeeze me harder until, with a groan into the shower streams, I let loose a few ropey blasts of baby batter all over her eyes, nose, mouth, and tits. The water threatens to run it all away, so I all but throw her away from me, landing her on her ass and her back to the shower wall as I wipe cum down from her face and onto the rest that landed on her tits...

... and a deep, sensual rub of my greasy jizz , apart from the shower stream but still within the steam of the shower, proves an effective enhancement to her already over-stimulated chest. Her pride melts under my digits: with closed eyes and gasping lips, she moans openly as she can no longer resist while my gliding fingers stimulate her. With cum still leaking gently from my cock I go down to my knees to straddle her, dick on her belly and mouth on hers as I press our wet bodies together. The shower continues to warm my back as I crush, mold, and immaturely hump her body while I drink her sighs and **** exhalations. Like that we stay, my prior orders forgotten, my dick softening, and virtually no real cleaning coming to pass.