Titjob part 1

Sam's smirk widened as he saw Claire's defiant look. He loved the challenge, the power dynamic. He positioned himself in front of her, his cock throbbing with anticipation. He pressed the head of his cock against her cleavage, feeling her warm skin against his sensitive tip. He groaned in satisfaction , a low and primal sound, as he pressed his cock between her tits.

Claire's breath hitched, her body tensing. She tried to suppress her reactions, tried to ignore his actions but her body betrayed her. Her nipples hardened even more, her skin flushed, and her breath came in short gasps. Sam could see the effect he was having on her, and it only spurred him on.

"Fuck, your tits feel amazing ," he said, his voice hoarse. "They were practically made to have a cock in between." He said as he increased his pace, his cock sliding in and out of her cleavage.

“Perverted Bastard.” Claire murmured.

But Sam didn't listen. He was too far gone, too caught up in his own pleasure. He continued to fuck her tits, his cock sliding against her soft skin, his mouth a permanent smirk as he enjoyed himself. He could feel his orgasm building, his balls tightening.

Her soft tits a good replacement for some other place he wished to claim one day.

"Look at me," he demanded, his voice harsh. "Look at me while I come all over your tits."

Claire hesitated, then slowly raised her eyes to meet his. There was hatred in her gaze, but also something else. Something that made Sam's cock throb even more. He groaned, his body tensing as he came, his hot cum spurting out and coating her tits.

As soon as he had cum she averted her gaze again likely feeling the hot cum dripping down her cleavage.

He stepped back, panting, looking down at Claire. She was covered in his cum, her blouse stained, her nipples hard and wet. She looked humiliated, and Sam loved it. He had marked her, claimed her.

The sight one he dearly wanted to ingrain in his memory, sadly he had no more recording crystal available he would need to get his hands on a proper one somehow before she noticed he couldn’t actually show the last recording again.

The cheap imitations only allowed to be replayed a limited number of times and the one he had was a one off use, only there to relay video messages once making it nothing more than a fancy table weight with all its charges used up.

But that wouldn’t stop him from using this situation to its fullest until he organised another one. Him hesitating would only make her more likely to catch on even if these copycat relics were fairly new and only started to catch on slowly.

Meanwhile she was cleaning her tits frowning all the while and had to button up her blouse with cum left between her breasts as she couldn’t get rid of all of it without a proper shower or wet wipes which she obviously didn’t have with her. Even that sight he found erotic knowing she would have his cum between her tits at-least until the end of the day. His eyes drifted over her a possessive instinct taken over his thoughts.

He looked at her lovely lips soon enough he would make sure those found their rightful place as well sealed tightly around his cock, but one step at time for now.

He let her go keeping the vibrator at a low buzz until the end of the day. Claire protested but he had all the cards in his hands and insisted this was only enough to keep him from sharing the remote and playing with it till the end of the day.