Sitting on the cushioned leather bench across from the front desk at London's Pullman Hotel, Jon and Marissa were intensely focused on Jon's iPad, which displayed The Big Book of Breasts 3D, by Dian Hanson. Page after page, they basked in the art and beauty of this glorious female body part. Jon was particularly naughty, as he knew very well that Marissa, his beautiful Caribbean goddess, had a breast fetish.
She's not sexually attracted to women, but she felt a soothing, erotic rush whenever she indulged in the sight of an attractive set. Hence Jon's diabolical teasing, knowing that she couldn't resist the urge to stare, even if in the busy hotel lobby. As their view dodged from small, perky boobs to voluptuously full tits, Marissa's fetish was engaged, and a warm, tingly sensation raced through her alert body. Jon felt his bulge growing, responding to the wetness he knew was building in her panties.
"Marissa, let's head over to the John Lewis store on Oxford Street," whispered Jon into Marissa's ear. "I want to buy you a few bras for your perfect breasts."
Marissa smiled wide, pleased at the reminder that her breasts were still her man's favorite. Her body language expressed her excitement at the thought of a shopping trip with her doting boyfriend. No reply was necessary, but she gave Jon a wide-eyed head nod, and reached for her shoulder bag.
"But before we head out, there's something I want to give you. Follow me," Jon announced.
Jon lead Marissa to the elevators, and soon they were on the fifth floor, heading briskly towards his room. They walked into his room, and Jon motioned for Marissa to sit on the edge of the bed. He then reached into his pocket. Marissa gasped at what he held in his hand. It was a pair of adjustable nipple clamps, with purple rubber tips and a cute heart-shaped pendant hanging from the bottom of the clamp bars. The purple tips were eye-catching, and the heart-shaped pendants hanging on the opposite end added a classy touch.
"Baby, I want these on you while we shop."
Then without hesitation, Jon knelt between Marissa's opened legs, and began to unbutton her blouse. Her legs pressed into his waist, confirming the pleasure that pulsed swiftly through her body. She resisted briefly, for the teasing performance of it, but clearly she was all in. Within seconds, she was topless, and playfully bouncing her gorgeous tits and giggling in front of her thoughtful man.
Jon carefully attached the clamps to the nipples of each breast, staring at them in lustful admiration. Marissa's face displayed a slight wince, but the smile on her face assured Jon that she was not objecting. She braced herself on the bed by placing her straightened arms behind her, her hands pressed into the mattress. Then, sensing it was time to head out, she began to straighten up.
"Wait, babe, we're not quite ready yet," whispered Jon.
Jon took his lover's breasts in his hands, and gave them a slight jiggle, to see how the clamps would dangle. A tempting smile shot across his face. Staring into Marissa's eyes, Jon leaned forward and gave her left breast a long, slow, seductive lick. Marissa watched with a lusty stare, focusing on the trail of wetness left by Jon's tongue.
The combination of his cologne and natural body scent was now noticeable to her, which brought out her primal instinct to make love. He alternated licking each breast again and again, until he could see that Marissa's nipples were rock hard. The sound of his tongue flicking wildly over her tits brought a rush of pussy juice to her panties. She was sighing in exquisite pleasure.
Jon held both breasts in his hands, and the increasing pressure raced through Marissa's body like an electric jolt. While squeezing each breast, Jon jiggled and pressed her breasts together, in a rough yet playful way. A wry smile flashed at Marissa as Jon thrilled in his domination of her. Marissa lustfully accepted whatever he delivered. He gave her left breast a loud slap with his right hand, that left a distinct, sharp sting. Marissa yelped in surprise, but was thrilled to feel her lover taking such rough control of her tits. More slaps followed, more hard squeezes.
Marissa hoped the session would never end. Her smooth, black skin was glowing from the rough play, and her abused nipples were puffy and tender. Her head fell back and her mouth opened wide, as she whimpered and moaned, clearly begging for more.
