The Tit Doctor

He called himself the tit doctor. This was because he’s obsessed with tits, and if you call him up just for a tit rub or something, he’ll do it even without the sex because that’s just the way he is. Not that he doesn’t enjoy sex, it’s just he enjoys tits more. He’d seen me on the street outside a coffee shop, and given me his card, because I have “tits that he’d do anything to see unveiled,” and had actually given me a card that said “Tit Doctor” and a phone number. Well, since me and my boyfriend had broken up about 3 weeks ago, I was seriously needy. So, about 4 days after he had given me his card, I called him. When he answered, he asked how needy I was, and I told him “extremely needy,” so he told me he could fit me in tonight around 8. But there were a couple things I needed to do: make sure I had a bra that clasped in the front, have music playing and have champagne ready for when he got there. I did all these things, expectant for 8 o’clock to come.
Finally, the doorbell rang. There he was, looking fabulous in his black shirt that hugged every muscle on his chest. So I invited him in, and we sat on the couch. After a few minutes of small talk and champagne, he asked, “Are you ready for this?” I replied, “You bet.” So he got up and came over to me. I was wearing a white button-down shirt, a white, strapless, clasp-at-the-front-bra, a black mini-skirt, and a matching white thong. I had been sitting on the couch, but when he came over, I lay down and he lay on top of me, and started kissing my mouth and neck. But evidently the feeling of my boobs under his chest became too much for him, and he ripped open my oxford. For a moment he just looked at my bra-encased-titties, and then he pulled my shirt all the way off. Then he pulled my skirt off, too. “Can we go to the bedroom?” he asked. I nodded, and we went upstairs.
When we got there, he threw me on the bed and stripped to his boxers. He had a very nice pack of abs, I noticed. But then he came over and unclasped my bra, setting my D-cup breasts free. I must admit, I do have nice breasts. They are perfectly round, and large, and firm, and they hold themselves up, you know, no sagging, but they are all natural. He looked long and hard at them for a while, but then started rubbing them. He kind of pressed his palms over my nipples and rotated his fingers in circles all over the rest of my boobs. Then he started squeezing, making me gasp with pleasure, every now and then pinching my now hard nipples. I noticed the bulge in his boxers beginning to grow, but before I could tell him to take that out, he went over to the suitcase I hadn’t noticed he had brought with him. He had many things in that suitcase, but he pulled out nipple clamps. I was beginning to get very excited now as he clamped the first one on my boob. I writhed in pain and pleasure when he put the second one on. Then he put a chain between them, and gave it a tug. I moaned, and he dropped his boxers, which was when I noticed that he was fully erect now. He yanked my thong off, and threw it on the floor. Then he started rubbing the head up and down my slit. I moaned again, and again even louder when he pulled at the chain. Then he started to push in me, and pulled out. In, then out again. He did this several times before he was finally all the way in, must have been 11 inches of him. Then he started pumping and yanking on the chain every few seconds.
But soon he pulled the clamps off and started squeezing my boobs again. Suddenly, he pulled out just as we were both very close to orgasm, and asked if we could continue this in the shower. I said sure, but before we made it into the bathroom he pulled a few other things out of the suitcase, but returned the nipple clamps. Then I went in the bathroom and turned on the warm water. Once it was comfortable, I got in and he joined me. He got the soap out, and poured a big glob on each of my tits. He then went behind and reached around to my tits and started running his hands up and down my body, going from my stomach up to my breasts and down again, rubbing in the body wash very well. But then he just concentrated on rubbing my tits more, and squeezing while he moved his hands all over them. I was very wet now, and wanted him very badly. Soon he flipped me around to face him, and grabbed one of the things he had taken out of his suitcase: a body rubber. It was used to massage yourself, shaped like a star, with gel-balls at the end of each point. He massaged it over each of my soapy tits, sending waves of pleasure through my body. When I was very close to cumming, he stopped and picked up another thing. It was shaped like a bottle, but it had a suction cup on the top with foam around the edges. Then he pulled out another one, and he pushed all the air out of them and hooked them onto my nipples. He left them on for a few minutes until my nipples were big and hard, and the bottle-like-contraptions popped off. “Finally,” he said. “Now time to fuck again.” He rubbed his hard member up and down my very wet slit again before plunging into me with all of his might. At first, his 11 inches hurt, being in there all at once, but gradually it started to feel great, and soon I was cumming – hard. We fucked for a long while, cumming over and over. But all too soon he said he had another “appointment” so he put his clothes on and packed up his stuff. Just when he was about to leave, I called him back to me. “Please just come here real quick?” I begged. He came back, and I sat up from my bed and kissed him hard. He grabbed my tits one more time, gave them a nice pull, and said he really, really had to go. I nodded and told him I’d call him later in the week for one more round, and I did. But that’s another story.