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My coordinator was watching me from across the office but I kept working on the computer pretending to ignore her. Ever since I was hired, she had had her eyes on me and I could see that lately she was looking for opportunities to come forward: I had a specific purpose in mind and I knew how to get it.
"I'm going to the bathroom," I said, getting up and leaving the room while another colleague nodded and answered the phone.
When I stood at the door, I gave Esther, my boss, a look that left no room for misunderstanding. Once in the bathroom I made sure it was empty, then I put my handbag on the sink and started to put on my make-up, waiting. While I was putting on my lipstick I heard the door open and locked: I smiled, turned around and saw Ester.
She didn't even give me time to open her mouth, which she had already stuck her tongue in while her hands were groping my tits. I rubbed myself on her like a cat in heat, but then I withdrew.
"I want you so bad," she gasped.
"I know," I said with a smile.
"Please let me lick her!" She seemed desperate. "I'll make you enjoy it, you'll see! I want to eat it!"
"I'll give it to you if you do a little something for me," I said, running a finger from her mouth, to her chin, down her neck and down to her neckline, seeing her chest swell in a sigh.
"I'll pay you if you want," he said.
I laughed. "But no, what do you take me for?" I take to massage her breasts lasciviously, which I actually wanted to do from the first moment I saw her since she must have had a sixth or even more from what I could tell under her clothes.
"I want a ticket to the Palace of Venus."
She looked at me puzzled for a moment and seemed to regain some lucidity. "It's an exclusive club, very exclusive."
"I know and I know you don't come in the first time without an invitation, so you'll get me one, and in return I'll..." I whispered persuasively, taking her hand and putting it between my thighs, under my skirt, "...I'll get my legs open for you and you can lick me, eat me, suck me... Do anything you want."
"Oh yes, but I want it now!" she said, trying to touch my pussy.
"No, the invitation first," I replied, sulking like a spoiled child.
"Okay, but it's gonna take me a few days."
"I'll find some greedy tongue ready to lick my nectar while you keep me waiting so long."
"You're cruel! All right, the day after tomorrow you'll get the invitation, but after the office you'll come to my house, you'll sit on my face and I'll make you enjoy it so much that you won't care to go to that snooty place anymore!"
I laughed and bit my lip. "We'll see."
On the agreed day, at the first break available alone, Esther showed me the invitation: a card with gold writing in elegant and refined characters. I went to get it, but she drew her hand.
"What a rush, kitten. You'll get it after you've had it licked properly," she said, running her tongue over her lips.
Smiles. "Don't worry, I won't miss a service if I can, and I'm a woman of my word."
I passed her on my way to lunch and she gave me a spanking.
Esther was a beautiful woman, much older than me but also very attractive: she was divorced and it was quite obvious that she was at her first experiences with women after a life spent repressing her desires. In the car, while driving to her house, she took advantage of every red light to put her hand between my thighs and touch me, tease me and caress me. I didn't mind his attention at all and I enjoyed a soft, feminine hand that made me wet.
My real aim, however, was to get the invitation to enter the most chic lesbian club in Milan: it was called the Palace of Venus and, despite its grand name, it was an almost secret place, strictly forbidden to men. It didn't appear anywhere on the Internet, except on websites and forums of people who said they were ready to pay to know where it was or who claimed that it was all just an urban legend: it was really incredible the way all its customers kept its location secret, as if the place was so paradisiacal that they wanted to protect it at all costs from those who didn't deserve to access it.
I had heard interns talking about this place: it seems that the Palace of Venus was owned by a rich businesswoman who had contacts with our company. I learned that the coordinator of my office, Ester, was one of the people who frequented the place, but the thing was not certain: I decided not to hesitate and assume that the rumors were true, taking advantage of the attraction of the milf for me and getting the invitation to enter the Palace. And after a night of sex with Esther I would go, oh, I would go.
I loved women. I always have. Not that I despised men, I just didn't care. In the bedroom, femininity and its ancient power attracted me like a magnet and inebriated my senses in a way that the virility of men - with whom she had also had experience - could not even remotely hope to match.
As soon as we were at Esther's house the woman undressed me impatiently and I let her, but when I was alone in my underwear and high heels I took control. As the supreme worshipper of tits, as I modestly am, it was absolutely impossible for those two juicy watermelons to remain "virgins": I would lick and suck them until my lady was exhausted and only when I was satisfied would I let her play with my pussycat.
I unbuttoned her signed blouse and bit my lip when that panicked sill appeared before my eyes (and mouth). I plunged my head between those pancakes as my hands went up behind Esther's back and quickly unhooked her black lace bra, making it slip down, forgotten.
I played with those huge udders, weighing them, squeezing them, enjoying how big they were too big for my hands, and finally I began to deposit small wet kisses on the dark areolas, teasing the two fleshy nipples and making them stand at attention.
"Uhmm... You're killing me!" meowed Esther as we lay on her elegant leather sofa.
My kisses reached her nipples and began to haunt them.
"Please lick them!" she said and I obeyed because I couldn't wait.
I licked those beautiful nipples slowly and carefully, wetting them all and pressing them with my tongue. They thanked me even more and invited me to suck them, which I did with pleasure, resting my soft, fleshy, wet lips on the tip of one of the breasts of the milf and sucking voraciously. I tried to be democratic in dedicating equal attention to both of those wonderful balls, but when I blew one nipple I was always torn between the crazy desire not to remove the mouth from there and the greed to suck and suck the other one, which in the meantime I titillated, scratched and squeezed with my fingers.
I tried to put as much boob as I could in my mouth, sucked and then let it go, producing a sound and wet "Pop!" that echoed in the elegant living room. Then I hung up on those big tits and watched Esther staring at me with her mouth open and her eyes veiled by lust.
"Mmm... I'm supposed to be eating you... You're driving me crazy... It's like you're milking me..."
I wanted to answer and tell her that that's what should be done to boobs like hers, but I wasn't about to take my mouth off her swollen nipples. And anyway, I was always more about deeds than words.
Esther had an orgasm and begged me to detach myself from her tits, which I did reluctantly. I watched those balls sparkle for my saliva by the light of the lamps, my nipples swollen and swollen from milking, and I smiled satisfied.
Esther took off my panties and lay down on the couch; I stood on her face before she even asked me and rubbed my soaked pussy on her face, using her nose to stimulate my swollen clit. She moaned as uncontrollably as when I was milking her and soon her tongue crept between my lips, licking my nectar and going and stimulating my clitoris, kissing it and sucking it greedily. I enjoyed and rode her face, touching my tits and sucking them as well - which I could do easily given my abundant fifth.
When I came she licked all my juicy female nectar.
I wanted to go home and Esther offered to pay for a taxi.
Now that I had got what I wanted I was anxious to go to the Palace of Venus and discover its secrets, to be surprised or disappointed - I was really curious.
That Saturday I loosened my soft hair, wore a black sheath dress that wrapped and tightened my plentiful breasts and put on my favorite black heels. The skirt reached up to my knees, bandaging my wide hips and honouring my BBW physique but without making me look vulgar. I showed up at the address written on the card and three big guys at the door asked me impassive documents and invitation, then they made me open my coat to see how I was dressed. One of them in particular seemed to appreciate my soft curves and winked at me and then, finally, the doors of the Palace of Venus were opened to me.
I immediately realized that those bouncers at the entrance would be the only men I would see that evening: I left my coat at the cloakroom and took time to admire the breadth of the room whose room had a large, circular shape, with a glass ceiling beyond which you could see the dark, foggy sky of the Milanese winter. The lights were soft and tending to a pleasant pink-purple hue that was not at all annoying: despite the intimate atmosphere it was possible to see people's faces and admire the dancers dancing on a stage in the middle of the dance floor, performing erotic acrobatics and showing off sensual but feminine and not at all vulgar costumes. It was necessary to go down some stairs to get to the bar and the sofas arranged following the circumference of the vast hall, which left the room spacious, not like the "piles" typical of discos, while columns with Ionic capitals seemed to support the high ceiling. I leaned against the balustrade, admiring all this and peeking at the female visitors: there were girls of my age and more mature women, all dressed elegantly. In the end, I could conclude that the place really deserved the high name it bore without becoming ridiculous.
I went down and sat at the bar, ordering a drink and looking around while I sipped it. It was hard to find women I didn't like in that sea of femininity. Suddenly my attention was caught by a beautiful milfona sitting between two girls: the three got up, the more mature woman put a hand around the hips of both young women and disappeared behind a heavy velvet curtain that seemed to lead to another environment.
I sucked the straw while I thought I liked that place more and more.
"Are you alone, Venus?" a female voice asked me.
I turned around and saw a pretty brunette girl sitting on the stool next to mine.
"For now I am," I replied, trying not to let the look slip down her neckline, as I always did in the presence of a woman.
"Would you like to try something new?" she asked me while distractedly resting one hand on my crossed legs.
I twisted my nose a little: that nymph wanted to milk me, and not the way I liked it.
"I don't pay for fun," I said.
"But no, silly girl, you don't pay here once you're inside!" she laughed when she discovered her white teeth.
She stood up and offered me her hand.
"Come with me," she said, winking.
I couldn't resist her and took her hand. She led me to the row of sofas and then pulled away one of the heavy velvet curtains, leading me into a wide corridor. We stopped in front of a door and she touched my tits with her bare hands.
"Oh, is that how you do it?" I asked excited already.
"I saw you there all alone, with these wonderful breasts... But you shouldn't cage them like that, darling. I think they need special treatment..."
"What would you like to do?" I asked, pressing my big, fat tits against her greedy hands.
"Oh, I'd do anything but..." She smiled maliciously. "Actually, I'd like you to try a real expert."
"Who's that?"
"You won't see her," said the nymph. "Beyond that door which is a cozy, soundproof little room where you can make all the noise you want. You'll find two large holes in the wall, at the height of your breast: lean against the wall, put these two girls in the holes and let them spoil you. I assure you, you won't regret it."
I immediately thought of those weird things I'd seen in some porn, where men would stick their tool in a hole and there was a girl on the other side sucking it.
"I've never seen anything like that for women," I said.
"Because we're the only ones who have it. The Mistress got the inspiration at a fancy club in Japan on a business trip."
"I have to do that job too, then," I said. "How do I know there isn't a man back there?"
"Trust me, no man would know how to use his mouth like that, and you know there's no boys in here anyway." He stopped touching my boobs and I almost protested. "Now, tell me, are you one of those crystal girls, or do you like to get intensive treatment?"
"Definitely intense treatment," I replied. "But I doubt I'll find anyone who sucks them better than I do."
The girl smiled. "Oh, we'll see about that. Why don't you come in and find out for yourself?"
She opened the door and I, intrigued, decided to try it. The door was closed and I found myself alone in a room with soft lights and pleasant music in the background. On the dark wall in front of me there were two rather large holes, as the girl had said, and from them I could sense that there was an illuminated room behind, but it seemed that there was no one there. I felt a bit of an idiot, to tell you the truth, but I was there and I might as well have tried it.
I lowered my dress and my big tits thanked me, then I put them in the holes in the wall and leaned against the wall.
For a few seconds nothing happened then, I felt a warm tongue licking my balls, causing my nipples to become instantly numb: the tongue of the stranger titillated my nipples alternately, wetting them and hardening them even more. I could feel the warm breath of the girl on my tits and I had to arch my back and press myself even more against the wall, pushing my balls forward like an invitation.
Two soft, wet lips tightened around my right nipple and began to suck with a mastery never seen before.
"Oh fuck!" I moaned with my voice dying down my throat.
I didn't usually like to be vulgar, but... Oh fuck! It just had to be said. I licked my lips while a stranger I couldn't see was blowing my nipple, sensually groping my other tit with her soft hand. When her fingertips played with the tip of my breast I felt the presence of long, firm nails. Oh yes...
I let myself go moaning with pure pleasure as I let my right breast milk from that skillful and wise mouth, pushing against the wall with my whole body. The voracious mouth then dedicated itself to the other breast, licking it to wet it well and then sucking it as much as I could: the noise of the suction of that unknown mouth and the sensation of my swollen nipples sucked and pulled at alternate times drove me crazy. I loved that sound, it was my favorite, the sign that a pair of tits, better if big and better if mine, was undergoing the treatment for which they were made: to be sucked.
The only thing I was sorry about was that that very clever mouth could only be dedicated to one nipple at a time... It was as if the unknown sucker had read my mind: her hands pushed my big tits close together and her lips captured both my swollen and enlarged nipples.
"Oh yeah..." I moaned as I pushed my breast forward.
She bit me, suck my breasts and suck greedily at the tips of my breasts. It was like the whole world was concentrated in that part of my body. It was enjoyable and intriguing. My sucker then went back to just one tit at a time and I was pushing myself forward, enjoying it while a stranger sucked my nipples on the other side.
I moaned without restraint, inciting her to continue. In those moments I completely lost my head: getting milked with my mouth by a woman was the most erotic thing ever for me, I would live with a mouth attached to my big nipples.
The stranger sucked like a madwoman, blowing me mercilessly: I understood that she was trying to put my tits in her mouth as much as possible, she would suck my nipples, which were numb and sensitive, she would suck hard the breast and then she would drop it heavily just to give the same juicy treatment to the other one.
That was definitely the best sucking they had ever done to me: the mouth of the stranger was glued to my nipples like a sucker and she sucked and slinged great, as if she was eating them, so much so that, in the fog that that enjoyment spread over my thoughts, I wondered if I would still have my nipples when my beautiful hidden nymph had detached and the drainage was over.
But at the time it seemed like it would never end.
"Honey, if you keep this up, you're gonna make me make milk... Oh..."
The libidinous verses I was making mixed with the sweet background music and the sound of sucking and licking my swollen tits.
I was enjoying what I was doing in life and thought I didn't give a damn about anything anymore, that I would spend the rest of my days stuck to that wall with a stranger on the other side sucking, biting, titillating and biting my nipples in that juicy way.
The sucking of the mysterious sucker never seemed to stop. I came several times; exhausted, I put my hands on the wall while my legs trembled.
My skillful and gluttonous mouth finally detached itself from my exhausted but still defenseless nipples; the professional sucker's hands groped and massaged me sensually and in an incredibly relaxing way. That woman knew how to honor the breasts of another female.
Suddenly it seemed to me that only one hand was working my breasts and I asked myself what the girl on the other side was doing: suddenly she took with both hands first one tit and then the other and deposited a juicy suction cup kiss first on one nipple and then on the other. Then she let go and never touched me again.
Slowly I withdrew; my big tits were dangling sensitively on my chest, happy to have just been milked properly.
I looked at them and shuddered: my nipples were swollen and my areolas were stained with fuchsia lipstick. Not bad. I didn't even think about cleaning myself: I pulled up my dress and came out of the room with my ears buzzing.
The professional sucker had signed his play. After all, it was art, too...
 

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