“Fuck, my little Mona pet gets hot having her tits played with, eh?” I finally said as I took a moment to stop sucking and just squeeze and manhandle those huge tits. I shoved one boob up, pushing it up into her own face. “Yeah, you like that so much then, Baby, why don’t you just suck on your own tits.” Instantly her mouth clamped down on her nipple and she began sucking hard, her tongue obviously working fast in her mouth as she worked her own nipple. “Fuck, that’s hot,” I said. “Do you like sucking on your own tits, slut?”

    “I do it every day of my life, Master,” she said briefly before I shoved her other tit up into her face and watched as she reflexively took it into her mouth, giving it the same treatment she had given the first.

    “Oh yeah? Gets that hot little pussy all nice and wet, doesn’t it, Baby?” I said as I pinched her other nipple, tugging at it.

     “Yes, it makes me cum. Hard,” she managed to breathlessly say as she sucked at her own tit.

     I nearly lost it right then and there, but instead managed to say, “Show me.” I let go of her tit, and she dutifully took it into her own hands, squeezing it as she sucked on the other. I stepped back and unzipped my jeans, finally taking my rock hard cock out of its confined quarters. I stroked it slowly as I watched her frantically sucking back and forth between her nipples. “Fuck, that’s hot. Keep going Mona. Feel how good it is to serve and obey like a good little fucktoy.” She whimpered at that, frantically sucking on her tits as her breathing became ever more intense.

    I walked around behind her, and stepped in close until my cock was pressed up tight against the cheeks of her ass and poking up into the small of her back. Leaning forward a little, I began whispering in her ear as she sucked on her tits. “That’s hot, Mona. It pleases me to watch you perform like a little slut. And you like to please me, don’t you? It’s what you live for, Mona. You’re my big titted hypno slut with only one purpose, one function, one reason for your existence: my pleasure. Your mind is a blank slate for me to write my will upon. Your hypnotized mind is completely empty except for one all consuming thought. Serving your master”

    She was getting plenty worked up, and so was I. I continued to press my cock against her bare flesh, dry humping her backside and leaving wet spots of pre-cum on her back. “I own you, Mona. I control you like a little plaything. How does it make you feel, Mona, to be made into a shameless little whore by your own son’s friend? To have some kid less than half your age using you like some flesh and blood fucktoy? And you are powerless to resist the overwhelming need to do as you are told. To obey like a good little slave. I control what you do. I control what you think. I even control what you feel. You even cum when I tell you. You want to cum, don’t you slut?”

    A pleading “MmmHmmm” was all she could manage to say as she continued to suck back and forth between her nipples and squeeze at her tits. Her own hips were now rocking back and forth, pushing back into me as she got more and more worked up.

    “Yes, of course you do, my pet. You desperately need to show Master what an eager little slut you are.” I took a step back, stroking slowly at my cock, walking around to get good view of the action when I finally let her go. She was so hot she could barely hold her own tits because her hands were trembling so much. Her hips were squeezing together and forward in a quickening rhythm as she whimpered like a pathetic little bitch in heat. Finally, I told her what we were both longing to hear… “Now, Mona, cum for me. Cum like a good little slut for Master”

    Suddenly she started moaning loudly, sucking desperately at her left tit as her hips started bucking and humping at the empty air. It was absolutely the hottest thing I had ever seen watching her cum like that.

     Diana couldn't help herself. All day long her thoughts kept coming back to her nipples and how badly she wanted to suck on them. It didn't help that the new girl at the office was always showing a mile of cleavage with her fat hard nipples always straining at the front of her low cut tops. Diana was hoping no one noticed her always taking peeks in Sharon's direction, her eyes taking in all that luscious titflesh and her mouth practically watering over the idea of latching on to those big prominent nipples and suckling her like a breast pump all night long.
     She was finding it so hard to concentrate on her work and her own nipples were as hard as diamonds, stretching the front of her top obscenely. She tried to hide them by leaning forward and pushing her big udders against the edge of her desk so her nipples would be obscured from sight but all that did was rub them against the desk and make her even more distracted. She needed relief so badly!
     An idea struck her and she tried to casually get up from her desk without her erect nipples becoming a spectacle amongst her co-workers. Her eyes unconsciously settled on Sharon's deep cleavage for a second and then looked up at her face. Sharon was smiling at her! Had she seen her glance at her abundant chest? Had she noticed Diana's nipple predicament? Diana smiled back quickly and hoped that she didn't look too embarassed. On her way to the bathroom, she tried hard to keep anyone else from noticing how hard her nipples had become.
     Once inside the bathroom, she quickly made for one of the stalls. Once the stall door was closed and locked, her hands immediately went to her nipples, tugging them through the fabric of her top. She bit her bottom lip lightly as she tried not to moan. She dropped her pants and sat on the toilet seat for appearances, and then quickly unbuttoned her blouse to expose her bra-clad milkbags, her hands kneading and squeezing her big udders in their G-cup holders.
     Diana pulled her cup down to free her right breast and with a hungry passion, lifted her heavy tit to her lips and began to suck deeply on her nipple. A low but soft moan escaped her and she hoped that no one outside the restroom heard it. She freed her left breast as well and begun to alternate suckling on each of her rubbery nubs, day-dreaming that they were Sharon's huge udders, which made her suck them even more ferociously.
      About three minutes after she had started sucking herself, the door of the restroom opened and she froze in fear that she might be discovered. Quietly she lowered her breasts from her mouth as she heard someone walk across and enter the stall next to her. "Damn!", she thought, "now my nipples will be hard all day and I'll have to wait till I get home to give them a good sucking." Diana kept quiet as she slowly began to put her breasts back in her bra and button back up her shirt.
     A strange sound came from the stall next to her that made her stop. It was a low moan, followed by the sound only sucking lips made. Diana stayed perfectly still and listened closely, amazed when she realized what was happening. The girl in the stall next to hers was suckling her own tits! She couldn't believe it! Who would be brazen enough to suck herself so loudly next to an occupied stall? The thought turned Diana on intensely and her hands moved to her own udders yet again as she listened to the obviously nipple-slurping happening just a few feet from her on the other side of the divider. She was so tempted to take her breasts out again and suck along with the woman next door but fear of being discovered made her reach for the toilet paper to keep up appearances. The sucking sounds next to her never stopped as she got dressed and left the bathroom.
     Once back at her desk, Diana noticed something.....Sharon was not at her desk! Could she have been the one that was in the next stall, so hungrily sucking on her own milkbags? The thought made Diana's nipples rock-hard yet again as her mind's eye kept picturing Sharon with one of her huge tits lifted to her lips, greedily sucking on one of those hard nipples Diana had been glancing at all day.
     Sharon returned to her desk and Diana glanced up. Sharon's nipples were no longer so prominent and Sharon was looking with obvious hunger right at Diana's tits! It was her! Diana's mind raced with the possibilities and day-dreamed about what would have happened if she had opened the stall door and offered her own nipples to Sharon's sucking mouth. With that thought, Diana stretched her arms up, her big breasts jutting forward and her nipples shouting "Here I am!" to the world. She noticed Sharon quickly glance at them and smiled. Perhaps she should invite Sharon to join her for lunch tomorrow.

    Later that day,  Diana found herself alone with Sharon in the copier room. Since Sharon was new to the firm, Diana started up a conversation with the usual chit-chat..."Like it here?", "Where were you before?", and so on, all the time try hard not to glance at Sharon's magnificent juggs and failing. She noticed that Sharon's eyes were often straying to her own massive knockers, too. Sensing her chance, Diana asked if Sharon would like to join her for lunch tomorrow. She knew a little deli not far from the office that did good soup and sandwiches and they wouldn't use up their whole lunch hour waiting in line for their food. Sharon accepted the invitation. As they left the copier room, Sharon intentionally brushed up against Diana, rubbing one of her big udders up against Diana's tit, causing ripples of electicity to shoot through her body. Diana barely supressed a moan.
     As they sat at their desks for the last hour of work, both women kept glancing at each other's chests, both sets of huge milkbags showing rock-hard nipples through the fabric of their tops and bras. They smiled at each other every time their eyes met, both women knowing the intense breast-lust between them was soon going to be satisfied.
     As Diana drove home from work, she couldn't help but slip her hand up under her shirt and pull her bra cup up over her right breast so it hang down freely. As she drove with her left hand, her right hand was busy massaging and kneading her tit under her shirt, tugging and pinching her thick rubbery nipple. As she drove, all she could think about was how hot Sharon massive udders were and how they would soon be molesting each other's big breasts, their lips latched on to huge juicy nipples and suckling hungrily upon each other's soft milkbags. Her mind whirled with wicked thoughts of her and Sharon enjoying their massive tits together.
     When Diana got home, she hurriedly took off her coat and pulled off her top as soon as the front door was shut. Her bra came off in a flash and she began kneading her big G-cup mamms roughly with both hands. Sharon was so beautifully stacked and so hot for Diana's tits that she saw it in her eyes every time she caught her looking at them. Diana was so horned up by those looks of intense tit-desire she was getting all day that she needed to relieve her lust so badly.
      Lifting one of her udders to her lips, she latched on to her own nipple and began to suck ferociously, making wet slurping sounds and moaning uncontrollably. She continued to knead her other tit as she suckled, her fingers sinking deep into her soft silky breastflesh over and over again. Diana loved to suckle on her own tits and did it several times a day, especially when she came home from work, but right now she was in a frenzy of tit-lust and sucked them like mad, alternating from one nipple to the other, sucking them deep and lettting them slip from her suctioning mouth with a wet plop before her lips again latched on and sucked them rhythmically. Her tongue played across her nipples, driving her into fits of moaning as she tried so hard to bring herself to orgasm with her lips and nipples. She rubbed her upturned tits on her face, reveling in their silky-soft texture and plush fullness. She squeezed them, slapped and rubbed them together, loving her big milkbags more intensely than ever before. Sharon had made her so hungry for tit, Sharon's, her own, anyone's.
      After twenty minutes of standing there topless by her front door, suckling herself like a woman possessed, she finally came and came hard, her knees buckling so that she had to drop her udders from her hands and lips and steady herself by holding on to the back of the couch. "Wow", she thought to herself, "that was intense."
       She rested there for a minute or two, catching her breath, with her big pendulous udders hanging down as she leaned forward. She couldn't help but think of how sucked her nipples felt and how heavy her funbags were as gravity pulled on them. She leaned forward some more until her back was almost horizontal with the floor and let her big floppers swing back and forth, the air moving across her spit-wet nipples and cooling them. She looked at her swaying tits and imagined Sharon beneath her getting her face gently slapped by Diane's swinging udders.
     This image began to get Diana hot again but her stomach also began to tell her it was time to cook dinner. She lifted herself back up into a standing position and walked into the dining room to see what there was to eat. As she did so, she lifted a tit to her lips and began to lazily suck on her nipple as she roamed through the kitchen.
     After making and eating dinner, she spent the rest of the night in her usual routine, watching tv and going online with her computer, often with one of her breasts lifted up to her face and gently suckling on it. As she prepared for bed that night, she stood in front of the bathroom mirror and watched herself as she again obscenely enjoyed her big floppy udders in an orgasmic frenzy of self-suckling as she thought about seeing Sharon again tomorrow and imagined what two big-busted breast-obsessed women might get up to at their lunch hour. Sated by another knee-buckling tit-gasm, she slipped into bed and went to sleep.