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The Tax
A Smuthunter Story
âHello Tim,â Lanaâs voice was soft and breathy, even when she was speaking more loudly than her usual, low, quiet register. âThank you again for helping me unload last month, it was so nice of you. Thereâs something Iâd like to talk to you about if youâre free.â
Lana was new to the building and lived three floors up from Tim. She was in her mid thirties, which made her a bit older than him, had shoulder length honey brown curls, soft freckles across her round face, light hazel eyes, and was a little on the heavy side. She was attractive, she had attractive features and a pretty face that looked like it was used to smiling, and she moved with a dancerâs grace.
Of course, Tim thought she would have to be graceful otherwise her chest would get in the way and knock things over. Lana was heavier, and it made her curvaceous. The first time he saw her, the day he stumbled into helping her finish moving in, she was wearing a loose, billowy tee that hinted at the immense size of her breasts. Later, when he saw her in her swimsuit down at the complexâs pool there were no hints, just large, very large, wet breasts almost as big as her head in a tight sea green one-piece swimsuit.
Heâd tried not to stare, but sheâd caught him, and he knew sheâd caught him. Sheâd just smiled and said hello as they passed each other, her on the way out and him on the way in. The smile reached her eyes too, and they sparkled with a curious, mischievous glint.
The way she looked at him when she smiled made him feel something, somewhere between flattered and embarrassed. It might have been her looking him over just as much as heâd unintentionally done to that to her.
The building was nice, and Lana had obviously hired movers to help with furniture and the lionâs share of boxes, but moving always happened in stages, and when theyâd first met what Tim had helped with had been the last few boxes and the last bits of this and that.
Heâd seen her a few more times in passing, and the more he saw her the more he started to think that loose tee she wore was the outlier and not the norm. Her breasts were always on display, he was amazed at how much sheâd downplayed them before because they were huge, and every time he saw Lana, or she saw him, it seemed like she made a point of thrusting them out towards him⌠but he assumed it was his imagination.
It had to be because when he saw Lana in the lobby one day when he was leaving with his girlfriend, who would have said something to Tim if she saw some buxom stranger thrusting their tits in his face, she just smiled and said hello. His girlfriend Amy, who was fairly well endowed herself but not nearly in the same way Lana was, had even given him shit about it when he asked her if she saw anything weird or asked if she thought Lana was being flirty when they said hello and had some introductions.
âJust because I think youâre cute, it doesnât mean every girl in the world does, you dope,â were her exact words.
Still, there was something about the smile Lana flashed him when she caught him staring at her tits by the pool.
âIâm free now, if it wonât take too long.â Tim was a good neighbor and Lana was nice. She was nice, and she knew he had a girlfriend.
But that smile, and those tits, had stayed with him.
âNo,â she gave him the same smile as before and started to walk towards the elevator, âit wonât take long.â
Today she was wearing jeans and a pale pink peasant blouse with a low neckline that showed off a whole lot of cleavage. The blouse had a loosely tied draw string and was also hemmed under her considerable bust, drawing further attention to her breasts⌠her incredible, huge breasts that didnât need any more help getting his attention.
They rode up to her floor in the elevator and he asked, âWhat did you want to talk about?â as the doors opened.
Lana walked ahead of him, âItâs just a little thing, I just have a question, but itâs better for inside.â
They walked down the hall to her unit, and when he stepped inside and looked around, he saw how the place had come together.
âHere,â she walked over to her couch, which caught the afternoon sun from the window, âsit, letâs talk a little bit. I havenât really gotten to talk to you since you were so nice to me, and every time we see each other weâre also both in such a hurry. Thank you again for helping me.â
They sat down on the couch and Tim turned to face her.
âYeah it was,â her amazing cleavage was fully on display, and ever since heâd seen her in her swimsuit he couldnât deny heâd thought about her breasts more than once. âMy pleasure. Iâm glad I could help.â
âYouâre a nice guy,â her eyes shined and she smiled at him, and as she shifted to face him more fully the shoulder of her blouse fell just enough to reveal a little bit of a wide, black bra strap. âI bet thatâs why your girlfriend likes you. Actually nice guys are hard to find, especially cute nice guys. So many guys out there pretend to be nice, but itâs just because they want something.â
Her dusky voice was warm, and casual. She talked to him like she knew him better than their few short conversations in the hall, and their little bit of small talk when they first met. The implication on her voice, the warmth in it, was a relief, and youâre not one of those guys, youâre just nice.
âYeah, no,â he answered that implied question, and that unstated sentiment he was agreeing with, âI try to be kind. I mean, moving sucks and weâre neighbors, so why shouldnât I help where I can.â
Lana looked like sheâd gotten a little bit of a tan since the sun had started to come out, and there was a glow to her skin that also enhanced the welcoming softness of her cleavage. It was Timâs turn to shift, but this time to look away from her and out at her living room.
âSo how long have you andâŚâ her voice hug there and he looked at her TV, and some art on the wall andâŚ
âAmy,â he looked up at the overhead track lighting.
âI donât think she told me her name when we met, she seems really nice, how long have you and Amy been together?â
The same friendly, welcoming, and familiar tone coated her words like honey.
âItâs been, I think about a year,â he looked down at his tennis shoes and down at her rug, âten months. We donât agree on when our relationship officially started.â
She laughed, âAnd are you happy?â
The question was gentle, sweet, and he didnât hear anything else in it, but he had to look at her. He had to see what she was really asking, and he had to tell her decisively that he was in case this was what she wanted to talk to him about.
Tim looked deep into her hazel eyes, eyes that were bright and warm, and she brushed a strand of wavy brown curls back from her face. âI am. Itâs good. Weâre taking some things kind of slow, butâŚâ
âSheâs very pretty, and I mean it, she does seem really nice. Is she nice to you?â
Lanaâs eyes looked deep into him and through him with a kind of intensity and warmth that made him look away again.
He stared back down at her rug, âShe is. We have a really good relationship.â Tim folded his hands in his lap and looked down at his thumbs. âIs this what youâŚâ
âYouâre really nice Tim, and youâve always been very polite. Itâs not polite to not look at someone youâre talking to, especially a new friend. And I do hope weâre friends Tim. Thatâs what I wanted to talk to you about, what kind of friends weâre going to be.â
He looked back into her eyes as she answered his unfinished question, and noticed that she was fidgeting with the loose drawstring from her blouse. If she wasnât so sweet, and her voice wasnât so soft and friendly, and if he hadnât noticed that she always had her remarkable breasts on display, he would have thought that she wasâŚ
âHave you masturbated to fantasies about my tits Tim?â
ââIâm sorry,â he was not expecting that, and especially not for it to be said like an old friend asking a simple question. âWhat?â
Tim was too surprised to stand up and walk away; all he could do was shift back a little as he responded. He stared at her, and not realizing heâd found himself following that little string as sheâd toyed with it in front of those huge breasts.
âI saw the way you were staring at them at the pool,â she didnât change her posture or her tone, and she didnât stop playing with the drawstring. If anything, she seemed to arch her back and thrust them forward towards him a little bit more. âAnd I noticed that you always notice them, and stare at them when you see me. Itâs okay Tim, theyâre big, and theyâre beautiful, and for some guys theyâre very sexy and irresistible. And since you always stare at them, and youâre even trying so hard not to stare at them right now, I just thought Iâd askâŚâ
Lana tugged at her neckline just a little as Tim realized his eyes had subconsciously dropped back to her tits when she said he was trying not to stare. âBecause I really didnât want to assume.â
He found himself gazing at her deep, freckled cleavage, held by the soft rise and fall of her breasts until he found himself looking back up into her eyes somewhat bashfully.
âSo,â she smirked at him, âhave you?â
âI,â Tim was going to say, donât see how thatâs any of your business but he could see how she could tear that argument apart. Of course it was her business, because he was thinking of her body, her breast, her. He was objectifying her and making her into a fantasy, not a person. âIâm not going to answer that.â
He looked into her eyes as he answered, and she smiled.
âYouâre too nice to lie, so Iâll take that as a yes. But,â she leaned back and her tits bounced a little as she did. âI need you to tell me you did, or you didnât. I know itâs awkward, but weâre friends, and itâs like I said, I want to know what kind of friends we are, and I want my friend to be happy.â
She brushed her hair back and then started to play with the drawstring on her blouse again. The cut of the blouse really did hold and present her tits, and it was very easy to get distracted by them, or at least give in to the appeal of them.
âAnd I donât want to explain your own relationship to you, but if youâre staring at my breasts every chance you get, then my tits must be something you need, and thatâs okay. Your girlfriendâs pretty, and Iâm sure you love her, because I can tell you wouldnât be with someone you didnât love, but if you feel like you canât resist staring at my tits, then maybe I can give you something you didnât know you needed.â
âI think I should go. Amy wouldnât like this conversation, and we donât have that kind ofâŚâ Tim got ready to get up.
âOh no,â Lanaâs voice was so smooth, and so soft, her gentle, dusky tone pulled at him. âIâm not coming on to you, and Iâm not suggesting you open your relationship, but it just seems like you canât resist my tits, and I want to talk about that. Because really, if you think about it, if you fantasize about my tits, and Iâm the one that has to carry these big heavy things around, itâs not really fair for me, and that wouldnât make you a good friend. And I know you want to see me as a person, and a friend, donât you?â
Tim shifted again, and he felt more comfortable staying in the conversation, but he didnât know what to say, and more so, as he tried to keep eye contact with Lana, the more he felt the urge to stare back at her tits.
The idea was in his head, and it wasnât going to work itself out on its own.
âIt doesnât mean anything if you donât say it out loud Tim.â She was still soft, everything about her was soft and sweet, and patient with him.
âMaybe we shouldnât really⌠I donât knowâŚ.â They were just neighbors in the same building, and they didnât know each other. There was no reason for Tim to make a point to try and stay friends with this buxom, and very forward woman who knew he had a weakness for her tits.
âWe donât have to be friends Tim,â she tugged at her blouse a little and he saw the wide black strap of her bra show as her top revealed more of her shoulder. âBut you did something nice for me, so I want to do something nice for you by pointing out that you really canât resist staring at my tits, and thereâs a reason for that. Itâs deep down inside you, itâs not me, itâs you. Itâs why youâre still here, and itâs why youâre listening. You know what Iâm saying is true, itâs why youâre listening. Itâs also why you keep staring at my tits. And itâs why youâre noticing the more you try not to stare, the more your eyes keep going back to them. So tell me, are you the kind of guy that does that, or would you like to actually see me as a person?â
âYouâre a person,â the gentle honey sweet softness of her voice had pulled him in. Just the sound of her words, and the smoothness of each one after the other, pulled him more completely into her own train of thought, and her logic sweetly stuck to his mind. âOf course I see you as a person.â
âSo, if Iâm a person,â she tugged at her blouse again and he saw a little bit more of her cleavage. Her soft, dusky voice was still warm, and smooth, âAnd youâre the kind of guy that seems me as a person, who wouldnât just objectify me, especially because you do find my tits irresistible, then you wouldnât want to just fantasize about me and turn me into a sex object, would you?â
âI mean, I wouldnât want to do that, and I donât think I would do that.â Her silken soft line of questions and observations, and the fact he felt himself trying to look into her eyes, but only staring more intently at her breasts, was making I hard for Tim to find his bearings.
âOn one hand, youâre nice and polite, and very thoughtful Tim,â she tugged at the draw string on the âfulâ part of thoughtful. âAnd on the other hand, you really canât resist my tits. And those things feel like theyâre working against each other donât they? They feel like two big forces that you realize your stuck in the middle of. It feels like theyâre surrounding you now, and it feels like you canât choose, or recognize which one is right, and which one was left you in the wrong place.â
Her cleavage was fully on display, her blouse was undone and open enough that all he saw was her breasts rising and falling with her breath, and he felt like was down in the middle of them, down in her cleavage, unable to look away, and unable to reconcile who he was or what he was doingâŚ
âIt feels like youâre stuck now doesnât it Tim?â
He did feel trapped and Lanaâs breathy, melodic voice was so smooth, and so understanding, and he tried to look a her face, but the harder her tried to rest his gaze away from her breasts, the more he had to just keep staring.
âYou feel confused and overwhelmed by everything, and it feels like youâre stuck in a maze, trapped by what you feel, and you feel, and every time you think of how you see yourself, you see what youâre doing and what you canât look away from, and the more you stare at my tits, the more you think about if this is really who you are. Youâre going around in circles, and you just canât stop it now can you?â
Lana was right. He felt like a fish on a line now, and somewhere in their brief conversation, somehow sheâd hooked him with her logic and her insight and all he could do was follow along, while also tiring himself out trying to look away from her breasts. His brain was tense and his emotions were confused. Everything she said was piling more conflicting truths and reflections of himself up in his mind andâŚ
âBut itâs okay Tim. Those two things are the same thing. Theyâre both the same impulse, and they work together. Theyâre a pair of behaviors, and theyâre very big. Your big need to kind, to be nice, and to be polite and the fact you need to stare at my tits are the same thing. Theyâre the same thing, the same need. You need to stare at my tits, because itâs only polite when I show them off. And you need to be polite and kind, because it feels good, just like it feels good to stare at my tits. You canât resist things that feel good, you canât resist the pleasure good things give you, and you need the good things, and the good deeds to fill a hole inside you. Itâs okay Tim. Itâs okay. Just relax. Itâs okay. I understand you, just relax, itâs okay.â
Timâs eyes closed and he took a deep breath as he just gave up on what was happening, cut free by her observations, her assertions, the gentle lull of her voice, and the steady, hypnotic rise and fall of her breasts.
âI understand you Tim, I understand what you need, and you know this now. You know what Iâm saying just makes sense, and youâre agreeing with me because it makes sense to you. Just relax and listen, and youâll feel so much more relaxed now the more you listen, because everything Iâm saying just makes sense. And if it didnât make sense we wouldnât be here, so since weâre here and youâre finally getting to just relax and let it all go, then you know youâre just agreeing and relaxing, and agreeing to relax with me.â
Timâs eyes were closed, and the gentle, endless patter of her voice was layering darkness upon darkness on his mind and his vision. He felt himself falling away into the softness of her voice, fitting between her words, like his eyes slide down and got lost in her cleavage. Everything was warm and soft, and easy to understand.
âI know you have a deep need to be nice, and you have a deep need to be kind and good. And I know you also have a powerful attraction to my breasts that you donât understand, but itâs simple. Big tits are sexy, and my tits are very big so theyâre very sexy, and thatâs okay. Itâs okay to stare at them when I show them off, and itâs okay to be sexually attracted to me and my breasts, but you have a girlfriend, and thatâs good. Itâs good that you love her, and itâs natural for you to be drawn to my tits. It was natural for you to masturbate thinking of them, but itâs not natural for you Tim, because youâre a good person, to objectify me like that and take advantage of my tits for your own pleasure. You feel bad about it ,but thatâs okay. Think of the first time, or the first few times you did it, as my gift to you since you were so nice to me. Now, just relax, just feel good about enjoying my gift, knowing you havenât done anything wrong. I bet it felt good, didnât it?â
Tim felt a pang, a deep reverberating pang of self-awareness and opened his eyes partially. As he did, he felt his gaze drop from her sweet, supportive, smiling face, back down to her tits, down into her cleavage.
âIâll take that as a yes, and now you can just let go again and close your eyes, itâs okay, just close your eyes again and sink back down into that nice, deep darkness of relaxation.â
He felt his eyelids fluttering, and his voice felt far away from his mouth, like it would take too long to talk, or answer.
âThatâs it Tim, itâs okay,â her breasts rose and fell as she spoke, and his eyelids were getting heavier and heavier, too heavy for him to keep open, âThatâs right, just close your eyes and listen, just keep relaxing, and it feels so good. So good to just relax and let go with me.â
He sank down into the deeper dark, and her voice was a warm golden light the swirled around his brain. âSince Iâm a person and not a sex object Tim, since you like me and you see me as a person, since you want to make me happy just as much as you want to, no Iâm sorry, just as much as you need to make me happy like you need to stare at my big tits, I want you to know itâs okay. Itâs okay for me when you masturbate thinking about my tits, my big tits that you canât resist. Youâre going to do it because you canât help yourself, like you canât help being kind. It all feels good, and embracing the sexual desire and pleasure my irresistibly big tits makes you feel so good, especially because you know I want you to stare at them. You can star just as relaxed, in fact you can relax even more, twice as much now, but just opening you eyes and staring at the irresistible tits weâre talking about.â
Tim wanted to stay down in the depths, but the appeal of her words, the sound of her voice, and the idea of staring at her sexy, irresistible tits pulled his eyes slowly and gently open.
âThatâs it Tim, just like that. Stare at them and just feel the hold they have on you. Itâs okay, itâs natural, and itâs good for you to stare at them when I want you to, and Iâll tell you a secret, U always want you to stare. I want you to stare at my irresistible tits because I want to be your friend and help you by giving you what you need. But Iâm not a sex object, Iâm a person and youâre my friend so you need to give me something in return so youâre not taking advantage of me or dehumanizing me. When you fantasize about my tits, when my irresistible tits work their way into your sexual fantasies, you can masturbate thinking about them, but Tim⌠listen very carefully and let my words sink in, okay?â
He blinked and felt the dissociative warmth of staring and listening, and couldnât seem to work his way up to answering her.
âJust nod you head up and down because you agree. Agree and feel yourself become so much more relaxed.â
Timâs chin moved a little and he felt a warm layer of fog fall over his unfocused heavy eyes, eyes that stared out at her deep cleavage. It was so nice there, so nice to just stare.
âThatâs it Tim, it feels so much better to stare and agree, and agree by staring and relaxing. Iâm going to tell you something thatâs going to make you feel even better. Iâm not your girlfriend and weâre not in a relationship, my tits are more like porn for you, and youâre a nice guy so you always pay for your porn, and thatâs fair. You think itâs fair to pay for what you get, but Iâm not going to make you ask for permission by paying up front. Just think about cumming for my tits now, and just think about giving me some compensation as a kind of tax, something you do afterwards. And you think thatâs fair, itâs only when you do it, and itâs just you being responsible and paying your taxes because thatâs the kind of guy you are. Nod when you agree and think this is fair.â
Tim felt some drool in the corner of his mouth and felt her swirling words wrapping around him until he was cocooned and consumed by her logic and te sound of her voice. His chin went up and down automatically as soon as she told him to.
âAnd since Iâm fair too, weâll just say itâs only ten dollars every time you cum thinking about my big, irresistible titsâŚâ
* * *
âHi Tim,â when he opened the door he âd expected to see Amy there since sheâd just left. He assumed it was his girlfriend coming back for something sheâd forgotten, or to use his bathroom again, he hadnât expectedâŚ
Lanaâs huge tits and deep cleavage were on full display in a soft, pale green, scoop necked summer dress. He couldnât stop himself from staring down into her creamy, deep, freckled cleavage and had barely been able to look into her eyes once he saw who it was.
They stood there in silence for a long second before he willed himself to look back up at her smiling face and into her soft, welcoming, understanding eyes. âUh, hi Lana, do you want to come in?â
She smiled, her hazel eyes looked greener because of her dress, and her warm, soft gaze held his focus⌠until he couldnât help staring back down into her cleavage. âI would, but I wanted to invite you up so we could talk a little bit. I think it would be better if we talked in my apartment, after all I just saw Amy leave and when I saw her it reminded me I havenât seen you since we had our last talk. Do you think you could come up in⌠fifteen minutes?â
Tim blushed, and he felt a tingle in his cock that felt unwanted, but irresistible. âI uh, yeah, sure, of course.â
âAnd Tim, itâs okay if you donât have anything to give me, but we can talk about that when you,â a fingertip traced along her breast down into her cleavage, âcome up.â
She didnât say anything else after that, she just smiled at him, and left him floating in the sound of her dusky, soft, sultry voice, and the sight of her magnificent breasts.
Tim couldnât help himself, he went into the bathroom, pulled down his pants, and with the sight of her fresh in his mindâs eye, he was cumming in no time. It was the sixth time heâd cum thinking about her in the last eight days, and at first it felt like he was just processing the strange conversation he couldnât quite remember having with her. At first it felt like he was just working out the inappropriate sexuality of the situation, and he didnât think he was going to actually pay her the âtaxâ sheâd suggested. But after the fifth time he realized that he really couldnât stop thinking about her. More so, he found himself taking out a couple hundred dollars in twenties from the ATM.
He didnât usually carry around cash, and he didnât have a ton of extra spending money, but it was only fair to respect the terms sheâd laid down. After all, Tim believed in paying for his porn, and if Lana was going to fill some of that part of his brain, then she should be compensated too.
But this couldnât be something he did regularly, and he thought maybe once he actually gave her the money heâd see and feel how ridiculous it was. Or at least how weird and inappropriate it was, at least to his values.
He washed his hands, grabbed three twenties from the envelope heâd put his cash in in his desk, and walked up to her room. Tim didnât carry cash usually, and after heâd, in a sort of compulsive daze, taken the money out he didnât know what to do with it.
âHi, please come in,â she opened the door after he knocked, âhow are you feeling Tim?â
The sound of her voice tickled against his brain in a surprising warm, and welcoming way, and she slowly ran her finger up and down her breast, tracing her cleavage as she spoke to him.
Tim couldnât look away from her chest, and couldnât resist the motion of her finger or the pronounced rising and falling of her breasts as she took long, deep breaths. âIâm⌠I brought you⌠uhâŚ.â
He took the money out of his pocket, and the act of it, the reality of it, compelled him to look away from her irresistible breasts, âHereâs umâŚâ
She smiled and took the money from his hand, âIâm proud of you Tim, and Iâm happy to have a friend that respects me the way you do. Youâre a good, honorable person, and I know this must have been weird for you, and thatâs okay. I want you to know that since youâve done it once, it will be easier every time. I wanted to invite you up here to help you with this if you needed it, to maybe help you put a payment app on your phone to make things easier, but you donât need that.â
Lana stuck his money down into her cleavage, and as she did, his eyes followed it, and stayed focused there as she continued to speak.
âIâm surprised you didnât either, I had a feeling youâd have a hard time following through with it, but youâre really a great friend and youâre really doing great with this. Six times is a lot, thatâs almost every day, and itâs good for you Tim, itâs very good for you to let yourself have what you need, and you obviously really do need to think about my irresistibly huge tits. Iâm so happy for you that youâve accepted this side of yourself, and Iâm so happy for you that youâre respecting my needs the way youâre respecting your own. Youâre really nice, and youâre really good, and I donât want you to feel weird about this. I donât want you to feel awkward about the next time you pay me. Letâs sit down okay, I think weâd both be so much more relaxed and comfortable if we sat together, donât you agree?â
Something about her presence, her warm, enthralling, sultry voice eased into his mind, and everything she said just seemed to make sense. Everything Lana said always made sense. Everything Lana explained was so logical, honest, and illuminating. Of course Tim wanted to sit with her, if only so he could try and talk to her and explain to her how he was feeling and whatâŚ
Her tits led him to the couch again, and she walked backward, as she guided him back to the site of their last big conversation. He followed her like a moth following a flame, and the easy grace of her movement made the strange slow walk to the couch even more surreal.
âDid you do it before you came up?â She asked him the question like someone sincerely asking how your day was going, and the dusky, genuine tone of her voice short-circuited his breast obsessed brain just like enough for him to sayâŚ
âYes.â
She smiled, âI donât have any change if youâŚâ
âOh, no⌠no it was⌠this wasâŚâ Tim blushed and the spell of her breasts was broken again and he looked up into her welcoming eyes. âNo, this was, itâsâŚâ
She smiled and laughed again, âNo, itâs okay, I understand. Five times before today, thatâs sill a lot of time with my tits on the mind and we havenât even seen each other since last time.â
Lana cupped under her heavy tits and pushed them up and together. The aggressive action erased whatever Tim was about to say, and he was going to say something important and sincere.
âI can tell youâre starting to relax into this relationship and this arrangement. I can tell itâs easy for you to let go of any of your hang-ups, and I can tell youâre just letting yourself feel so relaxed with me and our special situation canât you?â
Lana pushed her tits up and lowered them slowly, miming a head nod that Tim followed, and as his head moved up and down with her tits, he felt himself relaxing just the way Lana said he was.
âAnd it just feels so good t be here talking, and relaxing even more. And it just feels so good to be open and accepting of yourself, and your deep needs to be nice, and to stare at my irresistible tits. And I think, and Iâm sure youâll agree, that itâs nice to recognize that the more you accept the hold my irresistible tits have on you, and the more you just relax and accept it, the more you just embrace how irresistible my huge tits are for you, the better youâll feel, wonât you?â
Again her breasts went up and down, and again Tim nodded along, feeling everything she said coming true.
âAnd you want to feel good, because it feels good to be good, and itâs good to just give in to my irresistible tits as much as you can. And itâs good to deliver me my money, and not make me come and get it. In fact, Iâm sure youâll start to feel just as wonderful paying me as you will cumming for my irresistible tits. Iâm sure once you pay me a few more times youâll start to look forward to paying the tax just as much as you will fantasizing about my tits. You can see yourself doing that, canât you Tim?â
She did lift her tits this time, she just gently rolled them together, pressing their mass together over and over, increasing the danger that they might just spill out of her dress.
âYes,â Timâs voice surprised him, but how could he say no to the sight of those tits. How could he think of arguing with words that sounded so right, and sounded so much like him.
âNow Tim, just relax and enjoy being here with me now. Just let yourself drink up even more of my truly irresistible tits so you can have even more toâŚâ
Tim fell away from himself and sank down between those breasts while time justâŚ
* * *
Weeks turned into months, and every Monday night Tim stopped by Lanaâs unit with an envelope of twenties. At first it was under a hundred dollars a week, and it ate into his disposable income a little bit, but it was worth it. If anything, it helped him make some better choices with his money. But after a few more conversations with Lana, he cleared his first hundred dollar week, and then started averaging a hundred and forty to a hundred and sixty a week.
He always saw her when he paid, and she always had something on that made him immediately go down stairs and start wracking up his next total, but the times she brought him inside and talked to him, the times her sultry voice infected his mind and turned everything into softness and silence, erasing all of the tension and concerns in his life for days and days after one little talk, those were the times he had to cum two or three times before he could fall asleep.
The sight of her tits filled his dreams sometimes too, and sometimes when he was working his mind would wander and start to flood with images of just the shape of her breasts and the vision of her cleavage. He obviously never touched them, or even saw her in anything less than being dressed, but other than sex with Amy, thinking about Lanaâs tits was the only thing that got him off now.
But after an almost six hundred dollar tax month, where he was struggling to balance taking Amy out, his bills, and everything else, Tim realized he had to make a choice. Things with Amy were going well and he was happy with her and his life, he couldnât sacrifice anything for the strange, extra-romantic relationship he had with Lana no matter how good it all felt. She was his friend thought, sheâd understand, after all she always told him he could tell her anything.
âHi Lana,â she was wearing a baggy, white, long sleeved vee neck blouse that hung off her incredible breasts and showed off her wonderful, freckled cleavage. Heâd seen her wear the shirt before, and it was hard not toâŚ
No, he shook his head and hindered her an envelope. It was lighter than the last ones, as heâd made a point, a difficult and almost painful point, to cut back to only once a day. âI know itâs not our usual day, but I wanted to talk to you about, wellâŚâ
He appreciated that she could tell this wasnât a normal visit. She didnât entice him to stare, or press his buttons, but she did hold a finger up to quiet him, âLetâs come in. Here, sit with me at the table, okay.â
Unlike every other time, she turned away from him and led him to a hard wooden chair, not the soft couch. Her voice was just as sweet and sultry, but there was a spark of a different kind of compassion and concern in her voice.
âYouâve been giving me a lot of money, and youâre realizing it adds up too fast and that you canât afford it.â It wasnât a question, they sat at her table across from each other, and there was some sadness, or resignation in her voice.
âYeah, itâs⌠well⌠things with Amy are going good and I canât, well, I canât afford her and you. And I donât want to have to choose but, things with you are⌠theyâre not getting out of hand, itâs, itâs great and I always feel so good about, well everything, butâŚâ
âItâs okay Tim. I understand. And I know that weâre going to still be friends, because if you stop, you stop, and you respect me too much to lie to me, and you respect me too much to objectify me. But Iâm worried about you, because how good could things with Amy really be, how happy and fulfilled could you really be by her if youâre masturbating to nothing more than a little bit of my cleavage twice a day? Iâm not saying this to be mean, I just⌠I just donât want you to lie to yourself about why youâre making the choices you are, and I donât want you to make a choice thatâs wrong for you.â
Her voice felt like warm silk wrapping around his brain, and her hazel eyes were darker in the modest light away from the window. Everything she said sounded like a sincere worry, and every time she spoke in that intoxicating, dusky voice, it made her sweet and sultry words twist him around until he didnât know if he was coming or going. He didnât know when it happened, but at some point Tim found himself just silently nodding along and staring down into her cleavage like he always did.
âAfter all, my tits are only irresistible to you because theyâre giving you something you need, and something Amy just doesnât have. She canât give you everything youâve discovered that you need, because if you didnât actually need my irresistible tits you wouldnât be paying the tax, and I just want you to be happy Tim. I just want my sweet, kind, good friend to be happy, so I wonât argue or tell you youâre making the wrong choice, but I just want to say thank you for honoring my wishes and not objectifying me. You should also feel very good about being a good friend and telling me your needs. And you deserve something for that.â
Lana stood up, took off her top, unclasped her pastel pink bra, and let her two huge tits drop free.
âThis is just a gift for you Tim, itâs a gift, because thatâs what friends do. And itâs okay for you to go downstairs now and have one last orgasm thinking about my tits. You probably should too, after all, I donât think it would be fair for you to have my tits on the brain when you see Amy later. I donât want you to think about my tits while youâre fucking her later Tim. Donât think about my irresistible tits when you fuck her tonight, and donât just fuck her from behind so you can imagine itâs me. Thatâs not the kind of guy you are, and I wouldnât want you to start doing that now, especially when youâve done such a good job of keeping us separate.â
It was true, somehow Lana and Amy were both compartmentalized on his head, and Lana taking her top off just seemed so nice and so thoughtful. He stared at those huge, bare breasts as his cock rocketed to full stiffness, and as Lana softly, always so softly, talked to him about not thinking about her while he fucked his girlfriend, he felt the pressure building and building.
âI just want you to feel good, because youâre a good friend Tim. I just want you to relax, and let yourself just feel good. You deserve to feel good, and to be happy, and feeling good makes you so happy. Itâs okay to be happy, itâs okay to relax and just feel good now Tim.â
It happened on its own, he came in his pants and as he did, Lana just rubbed her tits together and said the word ârelaxâ over and over until it was all done.
Before he could say anything, before the post orgasmic clarity descended on him, Lanaâs dusky voice tangled him back up and swallowed all of his fears and all of his anxieties. âItâs okay Tim, that wasnât your fault, you just know deep down inside that my tits are irresistibly sexy and they give you something special. It was only natural that youâd do that, and itâs okay. You can just relax, go downstairs and clean up, then probably work the last of me and my irresistible tits out of your system, then not think about me while youâre fucking your girlfriend. Itâs okay Tim, just relax, itâs okay. You can leave now, you need to leave now, donât change your mind about me and my irresistibly huge tits. Donât change your mind about how you feel, or the hypnotic sway my breasts have over you and your cock.â
Tim did leave. He did just what Lana said, almost to a tee, and as he did, he realized there really was something hypnotic about her breasts. Tim accepted that Lanaâs tits had put him into some kind of hypnotic trance, an irremissible hypnotic tit trance, and it just made sense, she was right, that was the easiest way to describe it. Tim realized thanks to Lanaâs logic and her passing observation, that he really was hypnotized by her huge breasts. Lanaâs huge breasts were irresistibly hypnotic, and Tim really was hypnotized by them. Heâd just explain that to her, and since she was his friend heâd ask her not to use them on him, or use that to take advantage of him or dehumanize him with her ability to entrance him completely with her breasts.
Of course she wouldnât do that to him, they were friends, they had an open and honest friendship build on clear communication and expectations of each other.
Lana was wonderful, and⌠something stuck in Timâs mind, something he never really thought about before, she was sweet and caring, and smart and thoughtful, and she was beautiful and had amazing tits that he found completely irresistible, and she was⌠single, andâŚ
No, their friendship had some strange nuances but it was also extremely practical. Her hypnotic tits, and his needs were just an intersection of practicality, and they recognized it and made it work. Now theyâd just make their friendship work in different ways. After all, every time they talked they always had a lot to talk about, and Lana was so easy to listen to. It was so easy to just listen to her sultry voice, and she was such a great listener too, she had a way of just getting Tim to open up and share and talk aboutâŚ
As he showered before Amy came over, Tim realized that he didnât really know what it was that they talked about exactly. Sometimes time was a blur with Lana and he didnât really remember all the details, but when they did spend time together they spent hours just talkingâŚ
It was so easy to listen to Lana, her logic and reasoning always made sense, everything she said just made perfect senseâŚ
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âCan we⌠um⌠I didnât um⌠wellâŚâ Tim held out an envelope that Lana gently pushed away.
âCome inside Tim, letâs go sit on the couch and you just hold on to that for now okay.â It was early enough on Sunday morning that it made sense for Lana to still be in her cream colored silk bathrobe, and when she took her place across from Tim she made a point to actually try and conceal some of her cleavage that was trying to spill out.
Tim sat down across from her and fidgeted with the envelope.
âSo,â as he fidgeted with the envelope she tugged more on her robe to make sure she wasnât showing any skin, âwhat do you want to talk about?â
âI⌠uh, I just wanted to give you this and⌠I justâŚâ
âJust relax Tim, just take a deep breath and relax,â Lanaâs soft smile, and her gentle, delicate words started to calm him as soon as she started to speak. âDid⌠did something happen?â
âI didnât⌠I donât know what⌠what the rate is for⌠for um, I just kind of guessed and didnât want toâŚâ
âItâs okay Tim, just relax, just relax and let go. Itâs okay, just relax, I think I know what happened but if I ask you, you have to answer me honestly like you always do.â
Her hazel eyes were so calming and her voice was so soothing, just like it always was, and every time she asked him to relax, every time she told him to relax, he felt himself focusing on those welcoming, warming eyes , and he felt himself take a deep breath that washed a wave of relaxation over him.
âYou understand, and you like being honest. Just focus on our friendship, focus on how you trust me, and just relax okay. Just take another deep breath, and just let of of all of your worries, and remember that I trust you, and remember that you trust me.â
Lanaâs eyes held him in the dim morning light, and as he stared deeper into her eyes, her words kept coming, always in her sultry, dusky, sympathetic voice, âYou did the right thing coming up to see me, you did the right thing coming to talk to me, and you know itâs because I understand you. You needed to talk to me, just like you needed to do something else. And Tim, itâs okay, we all have needs, and youâve respected your own needs and my needs, youâve been such a good and honorable friend to me, thatâs why you know I can help you. So just keep relaxing now, relaxing and letting go of any of your doubts and fears, and just be honest with me like you always are. Will you be honest with me Tim? Honest like you always are?â
It had become so easy to talk to Lana over the last few months, even as his fantasies about her had drained his disposable income, and even as their strange relationship and agreement put in an unsustainable place, whenever he talked to her, whenever he saw her, it was always just so easy to talk, and to listen. Lanaâs eyes held him still, and he felt drained, not as relaxed as he usually was, but drained, like her voice had eased the burden of his tension, but it had still taken its toll on him, and now, now he couldnât think of doing anything else but be honest, âYes.â
The one simple word lifted another weight from his shoulders, and she smiled as he felt himself sink down into her couch a little more.
âDid you think about me and my irresistible tits again, even though you said you were done?â As she spoke, she brushed a stray strand of hair from her cheek, and to Timâs eyes it looked like she also pointed directly at her eye as she asked him the question.
He stared deeper and deeper into her eyes, and he let her gaze and her softness open him up to let his answer come up, âI did. But⌠it wasâŚâ
âItâs okay Tim, was it before you were with Amy, or After?â Her voice brushed softly on his brain, smooth as silk, delicately caressing his thoughts and easing him deeper into her eyes, deeper into honesty.â
âI, I brought you money, but I didnât know how much becauseâŚâ It was a defense mechanism, something deeper inside himself found another honest answer, and part of him needed to deflect.
He tried to hand her the money again, and this time she took it, âTim, thereâs three hundred dollars in here., you couldnât haveâŚâ
He watched her smile in a softer, deeper, more sympathetic way than before, âI understand, Tim. Now if you want me to take the money, you have to tell me exactly what happened.â
He needed her to take the money, he needed it to be a part of their agreed relationship. If she took the money, it would absolve him, it would make it what it was, nothing more and nothing less.
âOn Friday, when she came over, when he had sex, I couldnât stop thinking about you. The more I tried not to think about your tits, the more they were just in my head, and eventually⌠eventually, I turned her over, and I fucked her from behind so I could imagine it was you.â
âOh Tim,â she put the money on the coffee stable, but on her side of it. âI never should have showed you my tits, and I never should have told you not to do that. Iâm so sorry I put that idea in your head, and Iâm so sorry that the money⌠well⌠Tim, did you make her cum while you were thinking about me?â
His eyes dropped, and he looked away from her, âI⌠yes.â
âWell Iâm sorry Tim, but the money isnât enough. I mean, we never talked about what that kind of tax rate would be, because money isnât, itâs not that there isnât enough money, itâs that itâs not enough for just money. You made another woman cum while you were thinking about me, and Iâm sure you came didnât you? How many times did this happen?â
He was still looking away from her, lost in the memories, âThree times.â
âAnd did she cum every time? Did you make her cum a lot Tim? Iâm sure you did because youâre that kind of guy, but you need to tell me. Close your eyes and remember now. Close your eyes, relax, and tell me the truth like you always do.â
There was an undeniable persistence in her words, and her sultry voice had infected him, compelling him to tell her everything, and the more he spoke, the softer and tighter her silken voice wrapped around him. His eyes closed, and he fell into the darkness, remembering the sounds Amy made, the feel of her body, and how insatiable he was all night as thoughts of Lanaâs irresistible tits filled his mind.
âYes, I⌠I fucked her brains out.â
He felt strangely proud talking about his sexual exploits and smiled while his eyes remained closed. The surreal nature of the conversation made it easier for him to disassociate, in fact it was easier for Tim to do that than be wholly present.
âOh Tim, open your eyes and look at me, look me in this eyes Tim, this is important.â Her words, delicate and soft as ever, irresistibly coaxed his eyes open and led him to stare deep into her eyes. âIâm so sorry, but money canât make up for that. You made another woman cum over and over again while you thought about me, and thatâs justâŚâ
Her robe fell open and her naked tits spilled out in front of him, âThatâs not fair to me, is it?â
The sudden rush of blood to Timâs cock made him light headed and his eyes fell down to her Lanaâs bare breasts, completely entranced as the teasing, throb of climax started to build just be seeing them. He gasped as she revealed them, and he moaned as the pleasure built and built up in his balls.
It was amazing that, unlike last time, he didnât immediately climax in his pants again.
âYou cheated on Amy with me, and I wasnât even there,â her tone took on a teasing lilt while keeping its softness, âyou made her cum over an dover while you thought about my irresistible breasts. You were emotionally, and physically unfaithful, and I didnât even get to cum, not even once Tim. Thatâs not fair.â
His first instinct was, as always, to agree with her logic, and maybe she was right, maybe it wasnât fair, but⌠âI didnât cheat on Amy, IâŚâ
âOh Tim,â she cupped under one huge tit with one hand, then slowly started to trace a spiraling circle around the nipple with her other hand. âWe both know that you did, and you need to be honest with yourself before you can be honest with me. Just relax and listen to me Tim, just relax and let go of what you want to be true and listen. Youâre so good at listening, youâre so good at being my good friend Tim, and since Iâm your friend, you can trust me to tell you the truth. You cheated on your girlfriend with me in every way that matters. You came inside her thinking of me, you fucked her over and over again wishing it was me, and thatâs because you need me. You need my huge, irresistible tits.â
She cupped and pushed together her breasts, âAmy gave you what you thought you wanted, but as soon as you saw these the first time you realized they were more than what you wanted, theyâre what you need. You need me, you need my irresistible tits. Theyâve hypnotized you Tim, my breasts have hypnotized you with your own deepest needs, and you canât resist them, itâs why you cum for me, and itâs why you keep coming back to me, and itâs why you came inside Amy thinking about me. Just look at them Tim, look at their irresistible, hypnotic perfection, and just admit it, my tits hypnotized you into cheating on your girlfriend with me in every way that actually matters.â
Timâs breath was shallow, and it felt like he was on the edge of cumming, and as Lana cupped and massaged her massive breasts as she spoke, he felt himself agreeing with her the way he always did. Her tits were so⌠so hypnotic, and the longer she talked, and the more she toyed with them, the more he realized that she was right.
âI need to hear you say it Tim,â as she squished and massaged her tits together he wished, as he frequently fantasized, that he could slide his cock between them.
âI⌠youâre right. I cheated on Amy.... with youâŚâ
âAnd,â Lana pinched a nipple and her voice was a delicate nudge that pushed him into what he needed to say.
âAnd itâŚâ he felt the deep ache of being right on the edge of cumming,, âit wasnât⌠fair.â
She had put the idea in his head, sheâd put the words in his mouth, and hier logic was perfect, her logic and her reasoning always made perfect sense.
Lana stood up and dropped her robe to the ground, she was naked under it, âNow you understand why money isnât enough, and what you actually owe me. Lie down on the floor Tim. No, leave your pants on, you wonât need to take them off.â
He paused, but she pushed her tits together again and said, âYou canât resist the hypnotic sway my tits have on you, but more than that, you canât resist your need to be a good person and a good friend. Itâs only fair Tim, itâs only right. You already cheated on Amy, thereâs no going back from that, thereâs just you doing the right thing now. And the right thing Tim, the fair thing, is to lie down flat in your back and make me cum.â
Tim watched the ever increasingly hypnotic jiggle and sway of her breasts, and slowly, without any conscious choice on his part, he did what he was told.
As Lana straddled him and lowered her pussy over his face, her wetness and her heat kissed his lips. She moaned as soon as she felt him kiss her back, and his tongue started to slowly caress her lips, teasing her clit as her wetness smothered him. She was as aroused as him, and for a fleeting moment before the taste of her pleasure flooded his mouth, Tim realized this was the first time they ever physically touched.
Timâs hands moved up to her hips, but she pushed them away and ground herself on his face, wordlessly telling him what to do, and what not to do. He laid there on the ground, kissing, sucking, and licking as she adjusted herself on him over and over, shifting slightly every time she came. Tim responded to her with a compulsion that came from the base of his skull, and with a will that felt like it came from outside of his own thoughts. It felt necessary and irresistible to keep going, and even as he was overwhelmed with her taste, and even as he wanted to stop, he couldnât.
But slowly, eventually, Lana slide off of his face and down to his legs, her tits, dangling over his cock that bulged in his pants, âDo you want me to make you cum Tim?â
âYes,â he answered without a thought.
âWell then,â she unzipped him, and unbuckled his belt but didnât pull his cock free. She didnât have to, it stuck out of the flap of his boxers and stood bolt upright, âyouâre going to have to pay the tax for that too. And itâs more than money. Will you pay the tax Tim?â
Her breast brushed against the head of his cock and he moaned, âYes, uh⌠oh please⌠yes.â
âYouâve given me money, youâve cheated on your girlfriend for me, now thereâs only one thing left that you could pay me, thereâs only one thing left that I wasnât.â Lanaâs sultry, silken smooth voice was nothing compared to the warm, softness of her tits as she engulfed his cock. âWhen I make you cum, youâre going to pay for it with your relationship. Youâre going to lie to Amy, youâre not going to say anything about me, youâre just going to tell her that you need more than she can give you. Youâre going to sacrifice your relationship for me, because my hypnotic tits are irresistible, and you need to do this, donât you?â
She fucked his impossibly hard shaft between her massive breasts, repeating two words over and over, âDonât you?â
Up and down her breasts went, swallowing him up until he said âYes.â
Then, she pushed them together again, looked down into his eyes and said, âCum.â
Everything inside Tim emptied out in one breathtaking explosion between Lanaâs tits, and he closed his eyes as the radiant ecstasy of her breasts washed over him. He fell asleep on her floor for a time, and woke up to her sitting on his chest, her breasts swaying back and forth in front of his eyes.
âJust watch my hypnotic tits swinging back and forth, just watch them with your eyes Tim, you canât look away. You know theyâre hypnotic now, you understand why theyâre so irresistible now, and itâs too late to stop, so just let them hypnotize you deeper and deeper into obsession with them. Let my hypnotic tits hypnotize you into complete and total obsession with me, after all, Iâ, everything you need, Iâm the only thing you need. As you watch them swing back and forth, so hypnotic, and so enthralling, as you sink deeper and deeper under their sway, you can realize youâve never really loved anyone else before, not really, not the way you love meâŚâ
His cock was swelling up again, and his mind was exquisitely empty. When he was fully hard again from watching her swaying hypnotic tits, and her dusky, soft, loving words caressing his identity into being what she wanted, Tim felt Lanaâs wet warmth envelope him. He stared at them, entranced and hypnotized, speechless, mindless, and blank, as she started bouncing up and down on him, slowly at first then faster and faster, all the time talking to him in her soft, sultry tone.
âCum for me now, cum at my command and only my command now,â the words were hot in his ear, and his body obeyed instantly, his hips pushing up, his voice nothing but a deep grunt of need and relief as it happened.
âGood boy Tim, now pay the tax. I want you to go downstairs, and call her to break up with her. I want you to have my taste on your lips, and my juices all over your cock when you pay the tax.â
She gently brought a nipple to his lips as she said those words, and as he started to suck and lick and kiss her irresistibly hypnotic breasts, first one, then the other, he knew heâd do whatever Lana said. He knew, because he had no choice, he couldnât resist her irresistibly hypnotic tits, and he couldnât deny her anything, he loved her too much to ever say no.
Comments
Max JT Meyer
I think that's my entire brand.
Purpleman12
Systematic hypnotits destruction are my new favorite 3 words.
