Mac's fascination with my breasts is nothing new. Men's fascination with my breasts is nothing new. I have what Mac refers to as great tits. They are actually quite large and heavy and they are completely natural. They can be a pain in the back (as other large breasted women will agree to) and they do make clothes shopping annoying. I am two sizes bigger in the top than I am in the bottom, so anything that hangs from the breast makes me look like I am overweight and anything that clings makes me look unbalanced. I am lucky in that I have wide hips (Mac calls them dynasty bearing hips, good job I am not self conscious about my body image) so that counters the boobs and stops me from just looking weird.

Larger breasted woman will tell you that there are disadvantages to them. It is very very rare that you can go without a bra. Not only do they bounce around too much, it is just damned uncomfortable. So most of the time I keep them harnessed in. It is easier on my back as well.

On Saturday though, I planned to be home all day. I had things to do that required a lot of time spent on my butt and little moving around and I just thought it would be nice to leave them out. I felt like feeling free and unfettered. It didn't quite turn out that way.

I had forgotten that every single movement would cause my tee shirt to graze across my nipples and I forgot about how heavy my breasts feel when I move about. It didn't have to be walking, or even bending over, just little things like reaching for my drink started to drive me mad. My nipples became oversensitive and spent almost the whole day hard. The muscles in my groin kept contracting with each shift of material across my breasts. I became aroused. I became over aroused. I became completely in need of Mac's cock. I wanted it between them. I wanted to feel it sliding over the skin. I wanted to fuck Him with my tits.

Of course He was at the office and I had all day to wait for Him so I started to oil my breasts. I found a white tee shirt and painted my nipples red with lipstick so that they would show through. I oiled my breasts some more and I waited ever so patiently for Him to come home.

I heard Him open the door and I bounced (literally) down the stairs. Mac had already set His briefcase and laptop on the floor. He was hunkered down for His greeting from the ugly little cat that misses Him possibly as much as I do. I watched Him for a minute or two while He scruffed the little one about. I am never sure which is more excited to see the other.

I pulled my shoulders back and stood up straighter. I knew He knew I was there. He was waiting for me to speak. I was content to let Him play. He glanced my way, then stopped and looked at me again.

'I am not wearing a bra,' I said. It was stating something obvious. My nipples were clearly outlined against the thin white material of my shirt. It could hardly be missed. He stood up and stared at me quite blatantly.

'Show me.' He said.

I lifted the shirt, pulling it straight over my head. His tongue snuck out to rest against His top lip. I knew that the lipstick I had painted on my nipples had smeared. I didn't mind though and I don't think He did either. The oil I had used still glistened in the well between my breasts. I knew that He would check to make sure it was slick. He moved towards me and I moved back a step.

'Come with me,' I said.

He followed me to the bedroom and I finished getting undressed.

'I have been thinking of Your cock between my tits all day,' I said.
'Oh? Why is that?' He said as He slipped out of His clothes too.
I shrugged.
'Because I want it there.'

I climbed over the bed and lay on my back. He sat astride my chest and nestled His cock between my breasts. I cupped my tits around Him. He slid His cock through them.

'Fuck that feels good.' He said. I wanted to tell Him He was wrong, it felt fucking fantastic, but I just smiled at Him instead. The head of His cock kept breaking through to appear from between my breasts, only to retreat and disappear again. It grew redder with each stroke. It was amazing to watch. His balls dragged over my chest and I slipped my fingers beneath my tits to play with them. Mac groaned. I grinned at Him.

'Wicked little slut.' He said.

I was rubbing my thighs together to put pressure on my clitoris. I knew I wouldn't come like that, but damn it felt so good. I was riding on that very edge, just waiting to tip over. I didn't want it to stop.

He was leaking precum, so much so that His cock was now wet. It filled the air with its smell. I knew I had to taste it. I needed to taste it. It was something that I had to do.

I craned my neck as far forward as it would go and when His cock head appeared I snaked my tongue out to lick across it. I whimpered. Mac groaned.

'Christ.' He said. 'Do that again.'

When His cock head appeared the next time I slide my tongue across it again. I grunted. Mac growled.

'Again.' He said.

This time when His cock head appeared it was already spurting come. I held my tongue out to catch it. He jerked His hips. His semen sprayed across my face. I swallowed all I could and stretched my tongue to lick at the semen that was spread across my cheeks.

Mac moved so that He was laying over me. I thought He was leaning forward to kiss me but instead He stole the semen from my face, scooping it up on His tongue. He pulled away from me so I could see it, then He slid down my body and spread my soaking wet pussy open with His hands. He licked me with the semen on His tongue. That was all it took. I came just like that. His semen still hot on my face, His precum still wet between my breasts, His cock still throbbing against my leg, His tongue fucking His come into me.

'And you say I am easy.' He said.
'Mmmmmmm, welcome home, Baby.' I said.
He laughed and crawled back up beside me. He kissed each of my nipples.
'You have great tits.' He said.

We lay together for a little while, just catching our breath before we showered. I had dinner to make.

'Don't put a bra on.' He ordered.

All through the evening, He never walked past me without sliding His hand up my shirt to caress a breast. It was hardly surprising when at bedtime His hand gripped my hair and pulled my head back and His tongue pressed viciously into my mouth.

'I need to fuck you again.' He said.

Today my breasts are still sore with the attention He has lavished upon them over the last two days and I am not sure they could take any more. But then, I think of His cock and those noises He makes when it spurts and I know I will offer them to Him once more.

Just once more. And then, maybe, just once more after that.

I don't mind His fascination at all.