Although she was pumping at lightening speed now, I could see that her hands were working in unison, both sliding in and out at the same time over her jugs and nipples. Her back was forced into an arch and with each stroke her whole upper body and neck jerked forward not three feet away from my awestruck face. I looked up into her mouth which was held stretched open in a silent scream as she jerked off her tits.
Her nostrils flared out and her face flushed a dull, blood red.
She had gotten some lubrication from a liquid that began seeping out of her nipple holes and her hands became a slippery, sliding blur as Daphne's tit climax overtook her. Even as her her body became paralyzed in orgasm her hands continued to work. As I stared in shock, her nipples came and began spurting their tit cream out in gushes, each stroke of her hands squeezing out a long, steady stream of milky cum-juice from each tit. At that moment I also exploded, filling my pants with more cum than I had every shot before, but it was no match for the waterfall flowing from Daphne's pumping boobs.
As if they had a life of their own, they continued to pump out streams of tit-jism, gradually emptying their swollen sacs, while
Daphne stood frozen like a statue in the grip of her orgasm.
The only other movement came from her throat which was spasming up and down trying to force air into her lungs, but even her breathing had ceased. Her bulging, staring eyes and grossly distorted, open mouth showed me the terror inside of her; knowing she was running out of oxygen, out of life itself and yet also knowing she was powerless to voluntarily move a muscle.
Her horror increased as she watched her hands continue on their own to squeeze out more and more; her tits beginning to wobble again after emptying out some of the pressure. They must have pumped it out for 30 or 40 seconds! Her fingers were so completely covered with the slime that each stroke filled the room with slippery, squelching, slurping noises. Most of the stuff landed on the tabletop, but much of it streamed down onto my face and clothes. I opened my mouth and tongue to it, drinking in the sweet white syrup even as my prick was pouring out its own juice into my lap.
As she began to come down I thought to myself, "No one has ever seen what you just have and nobody is ever likely to see it again.
And who would believe it, if I told them!". Choking, gurgling noises woke me out of my stupor as I looked up at Daphne. Gentle spasms racked her body from head to toe, like she was shivering in the cold, as the last of the cream oozed from her nipples. It covered her tits, which had come down to their normal size and color. Gooey, white masses of it hung and dripped from her fingers and nipples, which she still had hold of. She gave one last shudder and appeared to come out of her trance, staring at her chest as if not knowing what she had done.
Somewhat ashamedly, she began to clean herself off (the bathroom wasn't in this room). Using her fingers, she scooped up the still warm, thickening cream off of her breasts in several loads, licking and sucking it into her mouth each time and swallowing it down. Her smacking lips made delicious squishing noises as she tried to swallow and clean the voluminous white goo off her tongue. It had become thick enough that I could see her gagging a little as her throat muscles worked hard to move each lump of the stuff down. She finished the job off by lifting each breast up to her mouth, suckling her fat nipples and licking the jelly clean.
She looked around, red-faced with embarrassment and, seeing that no one was around, began to go back out to work in the main office.
Watching Daphne lick and clean herself off, I felt my dick begin rising again out of the cold puddle of cum that had accumulated in my pants. I couldn't believe I could get hard again that fast, but she was that hot of a show. I had begun lazily stroking my slimy pole again when, out of the corner of my eye, I spotted
Linda's large form moving into the room. Daphne must have spotted her too because she immediately let go of her boobs and tried to make a dash for the exit. She had a frightened look on her face that I couldn't quite figure out as she tried to fly past Linda.
Even Jeff turned his head to look at this. He crawled down next to me behind the table and whispered "Don't say anything and don't try to stop her. Just watch and you'll get the show of your life". After what I had just seen I couldn't figure out what he meant, but I watched and waited in anticipation.
Daphne's breasts were bouncing violently as she ran for the door, blouse flying up over her head. She had almost made it when Linda side-stepped neatly, grabbed one of Daphne's melons in mid-air with both hands and used it to yank her back into the room. In the same motion the door was quietly flicked shut by an outstretched foot.
I wondered how she could get away with this with nobody in the other rooms hearing, when in a flash Linda whipped a wad of cloth about the size of a rolled up pair of gym socks out her pants pocket and stuffed it forcefully into Daphne's wide open mouth, shutting off the scream that was forming there. Daphne's cheeks began to puff outward as Linda used her fingers to push in more and more of the wad. Daphne's lips, which had been kept painfully stretched open while Linda was pushing the socks in, collapsed around it after the whole thing had been forced in.
The bulge immediately began soaking up her saliva and swelled up, completely filling Daphne's mouth and throat; allowing only the tiniest opening in back to breathe. She could just get enough air in through her nose to keep herself alive if she concentrated on that; nevermind trying to spit out the ugly plug. Her mouth was stuffed good and solid. A couple of times, when her concentration slipped, I could hear her hacking up phelgm as the moist wool tickled her throat and the gag reflex took over. I'm sure she was trying to scream, but only soft animal grunts got past the wet ball. Her lips couldn't completely close over it, it was so swollen in her mouth by now.
"Jesus Christ!", I thought, "Linda must have come prepared for this. There's no other reason for carrying such a thing in her pocket. She must have done this before!".
Linda pulled her inside using the tit for a handle. Daphne stopped dead in her tracks as her boob stretched tight in the two-fisted grip. She had no other choice than to follow along or have it yanked right out of the socket! I wanted to help her, but
I sensed that this was a ritual that had been performed before and that I should mind my own business. Besides, I was still pretty worked up from before and this show was making me hard again despite the brutality. In spite of my conscience I found my hand pulling a little faster now at the sight of Daphne's mouth bulging with that gag.
She tried to fight back, but it was no use. Besides having to use most of her effort just to keep breathing, Daphne was no match for
Linda's bulk. Releasing one hand, Linda used the tit for leverage as she moved in from behind, twisting her victim around and forcing her to bend over the table by planting a foot in the back of Daphne's knees. Jeff and I could now look up into Daphne's tear-streaked face. She was sobbing openly; whimpering and trembling from the pain and humiliation that Linda was putting on her. I felt sorry for her, but I was excited at the same time. I unzipped my pants and released my stiffness into to my pumping fist as Jeff and I watched Linda take complete control.
Her big belly pressed against those luscious butt cheeks pinning
Daphne's waist against the table, chunky legs spread wide around
Daphne's, clamping them together tightly at the knee. There was no movement possible from the waist down. I could see that