Tit-job

Tommy was looking through his phone to make sure he captured everyone of Diana's actions. She was walking towards him, swaying her hips. Her bloused was now buttoned up and her skirt smoothed down. For the first time since she had her first drink, Diana looked presentable. They both knew that wouldn't last long. Diana stopped three steps in front of where Tommy was sitting and put her hand on her hip. "Excuse me Sir, my names Diana Prince and I've got a problem." Diana said this as sultry as possible. Although her knowledge of sex my come up short, Diana knew her lore when it came to seduction - especially seducing weak-minded men.

"What's the problem Diana?" Tommy said. Diana thought he managed to make gorgeous sound like an insult rather than a compliment.

"It's my tits." Diana had never referred to her breasts as 'tits' before. She felt a tingle down below as she used a derogatory term for her body.

"They look fine to me!" Diana gave a little giggle. Everything had been scripted so far, even the giggle. "Why don't you show me gorgeous?"

"Well if you're sure, Sir."

"I fucking am!"

"Okay." Diana bent at the waist so her boobs were now hanging in front of Tommy's face. Diana slowly started undoing the buttons on her red blouse. As more Diana revealed more and more cleavage, Tommy struggled to remember to breathe. When every button was undone, Diana pulled her top open. "Do you see the problem?"

"No," said Tommy in a higher pitched voice then he wanted.

"What about now?" purred Diana as she shook her breasts.

"No." Tommy's voice was just above a whisper.

"Now?" Diana pulled her breasts free from her bra. Tommy's eyes bulged as her udders undulated. He was speechless, all he managed was to shake his head in response to Diana's question. "They don't have your massive dick between them."

Tommy gulped; his brain froze. Diana realised that she would have to take charge now that the man had frozen. Internally Diana smiled as she remembered her thought about weak-minded men. However there was no time to gloat to herself, Diana knew what he wanted and what she had to do. She took his hand and put it on her chest. "Are my tits worthy?" She didn't wait for a reply, instead putting her hand over his and firmly squeezing. She gave an erotic groan. Diana thought his entire mind and body had turned to mush. She glanced down and noticed the one part of his body that hadn't turned to mush. 'Time to do this,' Diana thought.

She reached down and unzip his pants. Tommy tensed. Diana's Amazonian instincts took over. She may have been naïve when it comes to sex but when it came to hunting she was very experienced. Diana knew when her prey was panicking. Right now her prey was the man and he was starting to panic. The last thing she wanted was for him to run away.

Diana put her hands back on her breasts and started kneading them. "Why don't you do this and I'll hold the camera?" she suggested. Diana could feel Tommy's hand squeeze her breast firmly at her suggestion. "Yes, that's it." Diana kept her voice as seductive as possible. She removed one of her hands from her chest and caressed the back of Tommy's camera hand. "Use your other hand too." He passed Diana the camera and put a second hand on her tits. Diana gasped when he squeeze tight. "That's it." She remembered what Misty said. "Harder," Diana encouraged. Tommy didn't need a second invitation.

Diana let him maul her boobs for a few minutes before her hand returned to his crotch. She had a mission to complete. Her hand reached into his pants. Instantly Tommy squeezed her breasts like they were stress balls. Diana did her best to mask her cry of pain into one of lust. "I'm begging you, please let me put your," Diana paused when she recalled what word the man had used to describe his own manhood, "Massive schlong between my tits." She gave his penis a gentle squeeze to emphasis her point.

Suddenly Tommy stood. "No! I don't want to do this any more!"