X-rated sex tapes

I work for a video cassette production firm. We have distribution rights for various films ranging from instructional cooking classes to X-rated sex tapes. I’m one of the few women in the company with a management position. I’m the only woman with an office actually in the warehouse. I’m in charge of billing and quality control. I spend most of the day taking care of all the paperwork. The last two or so hours each day, I QC videos. From each batch of titles produced that day in the warehouse, I pick a sample cassette, pop it in a player and check its video and audio recording quality before they can be packaged and shipped.

It’s early November, and filling back-ordered Christmas items is a priority during these long, hectic, exhausting days. I have to stay extra late tonight to catch up on reviewing tapes from low priority, non-Christmas batches. It’s past 10:30 in the evening. The last employee left two hours ago. I’ve been watching videos for three hours now, and just finished reviewing a high school video on the U.S economy. Boy, was it boring. I commit to review one more film before calling it a night.

The next video is a sex tape. At last, something that won’t put me to sleep. I pop it in the player and start my review. It’s a typical hard-core video showing a big breasted woman, hopping out of her clothes to eagerly stroke and suck various cocks before they start pounding away at her pussy and ass. I must be getting tired, because I find myself not checking the video’s reproduction quality, but focusing on the action instead.

The woman is on her back, and the guy is straddling her chest. His big, erect cock rests between her ample breasts. She pushes her boobs together, and he starts to tit fuck her. I think about my ex-boyfriend. He used to like to tit fuck me, too. We broke up over two months ago, and from time to time I miss him a little. I miss our love-making sessions.

It seems like I’ll never have a long-term relationship. None of my boyfriends have lasted more than two years. Most of them last only a few months. I’m not ugly or anything. I guess my face is about average, but it’s not my face that attracts them. Every guy who’s been interested in me was interested in my tits first. All my boyfriends loved to play with my boobs. For a long time I was frustrated because more time was spent on my breasts than on the rest of me. Once I finally accepted the fact that my lovers were all tit men, I learned to enjoy more of what action I got. Over time, my breasts have become very sensitive to the attention they get. In fact, now I don’t even enjoy sex unless my tits are involved a lot.

I rub my hand between my breasts, pretending my ex-boyfriend’s cock is rubbing against me. I loved the feel of his cock against my tit flesh. He would rub his cock over my large, sensitive nipples and watch my teats swell and grow. I would push my breasts together and as he slid his cock between them, I’d squeeze my tits and pinch my nipples. I always get very aroused when my breasts are stroked, fondled and sucked. Getting tit-fucked was something both he and I could enjoy.

I’m proud of my breasts; they’re tight and round, even if they are slightly big. Being 5’6″, thirty-two years old and in great shape, my 39D chest is always getting more than its share of attention. I almost always wear 3″ or 4″ heels to make me look taller and less top heavy. While I’m a trim 126 pounds, the heels also highlight my firm behind. My breasts, however, seem to be the first thing both men and women notice about me. When I was younger, I got embarrassed at the looks I got from others, but as I’ve gotten older I’ve gotten to like all the attention I get, or should I say all the attention my tits get.

The firmness of my breasts is envied by most of the other women, and I can always get a rise out of the men in the warehouse. The guys always seem to have a reason to come into my office, hover over me and peer down at the slightest cleavage I may show. I often wear sweaters buttoned almost all the way up to discourage them. One drawback to sweaters, though, is that when I leave my office to walk through the warehouse, I notice the guys stopping their work to watch as my breasts bounce beneath my thin, form-fitting sweaters. It’s embarrassing at times, because I can’t stop them from bouncing. Sometimes, though, their stares turn me on and make me feel sexy. When I’m in my office, I can look up from my desk and usually see two or three of them staring at me through the glass wall.

The man in the tape is poking her tits faster and faster. I put my hands on the sides of my own breasts and push them together. I rub them up and down, against each other and imagine they’re massaging my boyfriend’s cock. My index fingers slide over my nubs, rubbing and pressing in on them. The man and woman in the video are 69’ing now. His cock glistens as it slides between her lips. She moans as he works her pussy with his tongue. I’m breathing heavy from all this action. I pull up the front of my skirt and stick two fingers inside my panties. I feel a warmness and sexual excitement building within me. My knees pull apart, and my fingers rub my clit.

Unexpectedly, I hear a noise. It sounds like something heavy fell in the warehouse. I freeze, hold my breath and listen. But I don’t hear anything else. I pull down my skirt and pause the tape. I better check it out. In hectic days like these, sometimes they forget to turn off all the equipment in the back. I leave my office and walk through the warehouse, looking for the cause of the noise. As I round the corner near the loading dock, I am startled to see some men in the back rummaging among the boxes.

Before I can react, one of them spies me and says, “Yeah, who’s that?” In a second, they’re all looking my way, and one of them says, “Get her!” They rush toward me, and I turn to run back to my office. For once, I wish I wasn’t wearing high heels. I hope I can get to the phone and call 911. Before I get there though, one of them catches me by the arm.

My arms are brought roughly together behind my back. My knees buckle, and I hang briefly in the stranger’s grasp. I begin to struggle when he places his hand over my mouth. He presses me against the cinderblock wall and whispers in my ear, “Keep quiet! Settle down!” I twist away from the wall, but he pushes me back. I hear the sound of my sweater snagging on the rough wall as my breasts rub against it. He is too strong for me to break free. I stop struggling as I know I have no chance against him now. I’m firmly captured.

He lowers his hand from my mouth slightly. I begin to breath heavily, and I feel my heart pounding. He moves me away from the wall. I’m spun around, and my arms are handed to someone else and again pulled tightly behind me. I let out a small squeal in surprise. The first one who held me, maybe the Leader of the gang, says, “I said be quiet!” In the dim light of the warehouse I see a group of at least six men facing me. He asks, “Is anyone else here?”

I try again to squirm free from whomever is holding my arms. I say, “Leave me alone… let me go…” The Leader grabs my chin with one hand, looks into my eyes and repeats, “Is anyone else here?” I stop struggling and shrug my shoulders in reply. Still looking into my eyes, the Leader says, “Bill… Ben… go check out the rest of the building. Be careful, and check everywhere.” I know they’ll find no one else in the building. I am alone and afraid of what might happen next.

The Leader moves close to my held face and says, “Don’t worry. We won’t hurt you. We just want to take care of some business. You’ve got some recorders and stuff we’d like to borrow. Just be quiet, and you won’t be hurt. We’ll be outta here in no time, okay?” He lets go of my chin, and the back of his hand unintentionally brushes against my left breast.

He looks me all over. He steps up to me and softly says, “Don’t worry… we won’t hurt you… just be quiet and be our friend… we treat our friends fine… we take care of our friends…” His hand rests below my right tit. He bounces it in his palm as if to feel its weight. He says, “We treat all our friends fine… I know you’ll be our friend.” His hand moves over to my other breast, and he squeezes it softly. He says softly in my ear, “You got big tits, baby…”

The Leader steps back from me and says to a young looking boy, “Go find some tape or rope.” He orders the others to start grabbing the equipment and get it loaded into their truck. He takes my arms from the other man, pulling my elbows together and making my chest stick out further. There’s a flurry of activity as the other men move among the shelves in the warehouse grabbing equipment and tapes. Bill and Ben return and report the building is empty. The Leader smiles and orders them to join in the loading.

The Young One returns with a roll of our packing tape. The Leader tells the Young One to hold me. I hear the tape rip as it’s pulled from the roll, then I feel it on my wrists. He wraps the tape several times around my hands and wrists. I try to pull loose, but can not struggle free. The Leader tears the tape and presses it firmly in place. He says to the Young One, “Take her in there”, motioning toward my office. “…and keep an eye on her. After all, she’s a friend of ours.” He moves back in front of me. His fingers stroke along the bottoms of my breasts. He bounces my boobs up and down again. I try to pull away from his touch. He says, “Now be quiet. We’ll be out of here soon.”

The Leader goes to check on the loading, and the Young One takes me into my office. He pushes me into a chair and nervously looks around the office. He sees the monitor still paused at the 69 sex scene. He works the player’s controls, and the action resumes. The woman is leaning over the man’s cock. Working it with her hands and mouth. Her large breasts dangle and bob over the man’s chest. He reaches up to squeeze and rub them. The Young One looks at me and smiles. “Is this what you were doing? Watching them fuck? You like this stuff? I didn’t think women watched this stuff.” He turns up the volume to hear the sounds of her slurping.

He rummages around the office, looking in drawers and boxes. Finding nothing, he looks at me. He says, “You’re pretty,too. I’ve never had anyone as old as you… …especially like this, all tied up and watching people fuck…” He reaches down and touches the tip of my left breast. I tense up and instinctively pull back from his touch. He pulls his hand back and gives a nervous chuckle.

He looks out into the warehouse and watches the activity for a while. He comes back over to me looking nervous. On the video, the woman is being fucked doggie style. They show a close-up of the man’s cock driving in and out of her pussy. The shock of his body slamming against her bottom makes her breasts flop all over. She reaches for one of her fleshy tits, squeezes it, pulls it to her mouth and licks her nipple.

The Young One looks at me, grins and says, “Can you suck your own titties too?… They look big enough… I’m not gonna hurt you… I just wanna feel your tits some…” He reaches down for my breasts. I try to turn away, but can not move much in the chair. I lean forward, trying to evade his touch, but I can not stop him from touching me. He pushes my shoulders up against the back of the chair. With one hand holding up my right shoulder, his other hand moves to my left breast. I can not turn away. I stop struggling and lean back in the chair. I will endure his boyish groping.

He stops holding me up in the chair. He softly squeezes on my left breast and slides his other hand gently up and down the slope of my other breast. I look up to see him still grinning. He says, “This is nice, huh… you like this?… does this feel good to you?… feels good to me… these are nice tits… you’ve got some nice, big tits, lady… I bet your tits are as big as hers… I ain’t never seen any like these before…”

With both my hands securely taped behind me, he easily takes advantage of my well-presented breasts. He plucks at the tips of my breasts. I squirm in the chair and try twisting myself away. He moves closer and straddles my legs. He again pins my shoulder to the back of the chair. My eyes move up to catch the sight a bulge in his pants. I think it’s growing bigger right before my eyes.

He, however, is preoccupied with my breasts. He presses them in and rubs them up and down. His fingers play with the tip of my left breast. A hint of my nipple becomes visible, and he flicks at it with his finger. He softly presses my nub between his thumb and finger. He rolls my teat around and gently rubs my other breast. I feel my breasts beginning to swell with all this attention. Soon neither my bra or sweater can hide my growing nipples. The more he rubs them, the more noticeable they become.

I move my head away from him and look toward the door. There is the Leader standing silently in the door, for how long I don’t know… he is watching as the Young One fondles me. After some more time passes he says, “You having fun?” The Young One steps back and stammers, “I… I was just feeling her tits… We were watching this tape here, and I just wanted to grab some tits too… You know… anyway, I ain’t never touched tits this big before…”

The Leader walks over to us. I look down to see both of my aroused teats clearly poking through my sweater. The Young One says, “She’s got the biggest pair of tits I’ve ever seen…” The Leader places his hand on my left breast and rubs its tip slowly up and down with his fingers. “Yeah… I see what you mean.”, he says. The Leader looks over at the monitor. The woman is with two other men now. She’s on her hands and knees, and her fleshy breasts hang down to her elbows. One man fucks her doggie style and grabs at her tits, while she sucks the other man’s cock. The Leader puts the tip of his finger on my sensitive nub and pushes it around. The office is quiet, except for the sounds made by the woman in the video.

The guy she is sucking pulls out of her mouth and strokes his cock wildly, holding it in front of her face. His cum shoots out, landing on her lips and chin. He moves his cock to her lips and milks it while she licks it clean. Her hand moves up to wipe his cum off her face, then she spreads it over her breast. I twist to the side to move my nipple away from the Leader’s finger. He looks down at me and says, “Is your nipple getting tired…? Maybe we should let it rest a bit…” His hand moves to my other breast and gives it a couple of squeezes. “I can use your other tit for a while…” he says, as he rubs the tip of my breast.

His fingers excite my nipple and make my nub swell until it stands out from my breast. He rolls my teat between his thumb and finger, and says, “Now I’ve got something to hold on to… you got nice nipples, baby…” He smiles and looks back at the monitor. The guy fucking the woman is picking up the pace. His neck muscles begin to tighten. The woman squeezes her tit and pulls on its nipple. The Leader pinches my nipple each time the woman pinches hers. Her eyes are closed, and her loud moans match the rhythm of the man’s thrusts. She lets go of her tit and grabs the bed sheet. Her big, dangling breasts flop wildly about. He pulls out his cock and masturbates to climax, shooting cum on her butt.

The Leader moves over to the player and turns it off. He says, “Yeah, I can see how watching that can work up an appetite…” He looks over to where I sit and approaches. He presses up on my left boob and rubs it in a circle. His thumb and finger find my softening nub, and he pulls on it through my clothes. He looks to the Young One and says, “You’re right… this does feel good… she’s got some nice feeling tits, doesn’t she… these are just made for grabbing, aren’t they…” He looks back to me and says, “I wonder how much they’d sag without a bra on….” The Young One’s eyes open wide, and he licks his lower lip.

The Leader’s hand moves to my chin, and he raises my head to look in my eyes. He says, “She’s even pretty, too, huh? Nice body, nice face… this is too good to pass up, eh? The guys should have a chance to see this too, you know… go get one of those video cameras… we can at least show the guys later what they missed…” The Young One giggles and rushes out to the warehouse. The Leader says, “Tits like this don’t come along very often…” His other hand cups my right breast, giving it a firm squeeze.

I say, “Stop… stop touching my breasts…” The Leader looks toward the returning Young One and says, “Hey, I’m not touching your breasts… no… I’m grabbing your tits! That’s what I’m doing…” His hands cover my breasts and he clenches them tightly. He says, “Just feeling you up a little, that’s all, baby… anybody with tits like these ought to be use to having them grabbed… I know I’m not the first one to touch these puppies, am I… tits like these need attention… I bet your titties get squeezed and sucked a lot, don’t they, baby…”, and he slaps at the bottom of my boobs a few times. He looks in my eyes and says, “I can tell you’ll want to be good to us… you’ll want to be our friend… you’ll be a good girl… won’t you, baby?”

The Young One returns with a camera, lights and three cassettes. The Leader laughs and says, “I don’t think we’ll be here long enough to use all of those… You know how to run that?” The Young One says, “Oh yeah… they’re all alike…” He loads the camera and plugs in the light. The Leader pulls me up from the chair, spins me around and backs me up to the desk. He says, “Get over there, and we’ll get a shot of her ‘BEFORE’… and remember, don’t take any pictures of our faces… just shoot her…”

The Young One turns on the light, starts filming me. The Leader says, “Okay guys… this is what you were missing while you were loading the trucks…” He reaches for my arm and positions me so the Young One can take a profile shot. The Leader says, “See how big her tits are…” He motions the Young One to get a close shot of my side, focusing on my breast. The Leader says to the Young One, “Let’s show the guys how her tits feel…” I say, “No… leave me alone…” The Leader says, “What? and deprive my men?”

He tells the Young One to stop for a minute. He grabs me by the waist and lifts me onto the edge of my desk. He yanks the bottom of my sweater up. I feel cool air against my belly. “Let’s see what old Big Tits has got up there…” His hand goes underneath my sweater. The material hugs against his hand. I see the outline of his hand as it moves upward.

His hand is cold, as it moves up over my belly and covers the bra cup holding my left tit. As he squeezes me, he looks into my eyes, smiles and tells the Young One to get a close shot of my sweater. When the camera starts, he moves his hand from one tit to the other. I feel the coolness of his fingers as they rub over my nipples through the thin fabric of my bra. His fingers move up and glide along my upper chest. The silence is broken as I gasp for breath at his touch. They both grunt in amusement at my response.

His hand lightly moves down, and his fingers trace the top edge of my bra. He moves along the top of one cup, then the other. He moves his hand down from the lacy top of my bra and over the smooth fabric of my bra cup. He locates my nipple. He stretches his fingers wide until he rubs both my nipples at the same time. As my nipples are moved back and forth, my breasts get warmer and warmer. I am angry at myself because I can’t fight back a growing arousal within me.

I notice I’m breathing heavier and heavier. I try to control my breathing, but finally openly gasp for air. He doesn’t seem to notice. He is concentrating his attention on my nipples. His fingers press in on my teats, and he pops them in and out of my now heaving breasts. I can feel my nipples tingle, in spite of the revulsion I feel. He says, “You’ve got nice nipples, Big Tits…” He stops and slides his fingers to the front of my bra. His hand pauses between my boobs, and his fingers move up and down my cleavage as he strokes the insides of my breasts. His fingers move down to rest on the front clasp of my bra. I feel his fingers probe around it. He begins to unclasp it, but pauses.

Reality begins to come back to me. Here is a stranger with his hand up my sweater, fondling me and now about to undress me. He’ll probably unhook my bra, then rip open my sweater to expose my breasts. I will not be able to hide my nakedness from him or the Young One. They will take with them a video of my naked tits to watch over and over. How many men will see this? I can’t protect my breasts from their touch. I know I can’t stop him from opening my bra. I pull at my taped wrists and move my shoulders from side to side. I look up to plead for him to stop. I’m afraid of what they might do next… of what might happen next.

His eyes stare into mine. I want all this to stop. I just want him to go away. I want them all to go away. I just want this to end. I don’t want to make this last any longer. He grins as I squirm around on the desk. I decide to stop resisting to see if my lack of any reaction will make him leave me alone. Maybe he only wants to tease me, and if I stop then he’ll stop.

His grin changes to a smile as he sees me relax. I am somewhat relieved as his fingers move from my bra clasp. He curls a finger under the top lace of my bra, sticking it inside my bra cup. Two of his fingers locate my growing teat nestled just below the top lace of my bra. His fingers move up and down on either side of it. I feel chills shooting from my bud, through my breast and up my back. He says, “You’ve got some healthy nipples on your big titties, don’t you, baby…” He flicks it back and forth with one finger rapidly, and I hear three short gasps escape from my mouth.

The Leader’s fingers move across my chest to straddle my other nipple. When he touches it, I can not hold back another shudder. I’m sure both the Leader and the Young One see me react. The only sound in the room is that of my ever deepening breathing. The Leader says, “Yeah… this is nice… and she likes this too… her nipples like this… see how they stick out?… she’s really enjoying this… aren’t you, baby… you’ll like being our friend… like I said, we always treat our friends good, baby…”

As he pulls his fingers out of my bra, he yanks up on my nipple. The material of my bra presses the hardening tip of my nipple up, pinning it against the sensitive flesh surrounding it. He pulls his hand out from under my sweater, steps back and says to the Young One, “She’ll be your friend, too… I think you’re old enough to handle something like this… come over here, give me the camera and grab a handful of some real tit…”

The Young One laughs nervously, says, “All right!”, and approaches the desk. The Leader takes a close shot of my face and says, “Smile, baby… you’re gonna be a star…” He moves back to get my chest into the picture too, and the Young One puts both his hands under my sweater, pushing it up my chest, bunching it up beneath my bra. His hands, too, are cold. They move up over the bottom of my bra. His fondling is more aggressive than before as he roughly paws at my bra.

As he rubs and squeezes me, he looks up at me and says, “Do you like this?… does this feel good?… I’ll tell you, this sure feels good to me… you got some big titties, don’t you lady… I ain’t never had titties like these before… this is real good, isn’t it…” I shiver slightly when he rubs my nipples. I am breathing deeply again; his immature roughness excites me. He moves his hands to the outside of my bra, squeezes my breasts together and moves them up and down. The Leader says, “Look at them tits… rub ’em… squeeze ’em… squeeze ’em hard…” The Young One follows his que and squeezes my breasts over and over.

His fondling is against my will, but my breasts warm with pleasure while he mauls them. I can not stop my arousal. I afraid I might even orgasm from his stimulation. I don’t want this to continue, but I feel an electricity beginning to travel through my breasts. I raise my head and see the Leader has stopped filming and is watching my reaction. He smiles, nods slightly and says, “You know… I think it’s time we really see what she’s packing… I wanna see your tits, baby…” He approaches me and hands the Young One the camera.

The Leader pulls my sweater back down. His fingers play with the top button of my sweater. He moves down to the next one. It rests in the gap between my breasts, and my sweater holds it away from my chest. He presses the button in, pulling the material of my sweater tight across my chest. He now can see just how big my tits are. He smiles, releases the button and pushes it in again. His fingers move down to the next button, below my breasts and says, “Three…” He touches each of the other buttons, counting all six of them.

He tells the Young One to start filming again. He goes to the bottom button of my sweater and undoes it. He looks into my eyes as his fingers move to the next button above it. I over look at the Young One; the camera is fixed on the action, catching each button being opened. When the button just below my breasts is opened, my sweater springs open slightly, baring some of my belly. He moves to the second button from the top, the one suspended between my tits. He pops it open, and my sweater snaps apart, but it catches along the insides of my breasts and clings to them. The bottom of my sweater pulls open more than before, exposing most of my belly. The front clasp of my bra is visible. The Leader flicks at it with his finger. Finally, the top button is undone. The Leader says to the Young One, “Get ready for the unveiling!… Here come the boobs…”

He grasps each half of my sweater. He pulls it away from me, then opens it slowly, pausing for a moment once the black lace of my bra is exposed. My bra has underwire support to hold my large breasts high and push them together. Even so, my full bra cups droop and cover the bra’s bottom strap. My bra’s shoulder straps are taut, as they strain to support their load. I’m wearing a half-cut style bra which covers only the bottom portion of my breasts. A sliver of my dark, brown nipple flesh peeks over the lacy bra cup. The bra makes my breasts look like they’re barely contained and ready to pop free.

The Leader says, “Wow… better than I thought…” His eyes are feasting on the revealed breast flesh. He sticks a finger in the deep cleavage my bra creates as it pulls my breasts together. He wiggles his finger between my tits and says, “These are packed in there pretty tight, aren’t they, baby… they probably don’t like being held so tight… maybe we should let ’em breath a bit, eh?” With his finger still buried in my cleavage, he taps the inside of my right breast to make it jiggle. He seems to enjoy the sight of my moving breast flesh. He says, “Are you getting a good shot of her wiggly tits?” The Young One says, “You bet! This looks real good…”

He pulls his finger out and glides the back of his hand over my upper chest. Only his fingernails touch my skin as he strokes up to my neck, then down to the top of my bra cups. My nipples are not far below the lacy top of the cups, and when he touches the exposed nipple flesh, I begin to visibly shake.

He says, “Do you think your tits would like some air?” “No…”, I beg pitifully, “stop it… don’t…” He lightly strokes my lacy bra cups and continues to say, “I bet you let them free as soon as you get home each night, don’t you, baby… you probably can’t get home fast enough to take this thing off, can you, Big Tits… you probably like it without a bra on… you like it when your tits are free and bounce around, don’t you…”

I drop my eyes, embarrassed to know that what he’s saying is really true. His language is offensive to me; no one has said such things to me. I feel vulnerable knowing he is discovering my private feelings. I’m scared that he may discover too much. He moves his fingers down to the tip of my left breast. His two fingers act like a pair of scissors as he gently clips away at my nipple under the thin, lacy material. I feel a little bit of pleasure growing in my breast.

He softly says, “I bet you like it when your tits rub against your clothes, don’t you… it must feel real good when your tits bounce up and down a little bit, just enough for your clothes to drag over your nipples once in a while… you like the feeling of something brushing against your nipples, don’t you, baby…” His fingers move to my other breast, and he gives it the same scissor treatment. The sense of pleasure he creates on my nipple grows a bit quicker this time, and the tingling in my other