Assert Your Dominance

Opalina pushes her slick, bouncy breasts together a couple of times so that they jiggle for my visual benefit. If it were possible for me to be any harder than I already am, seeing my mature lover’s rippling tits covered in her own warm saliva as they await me to plunge into them like they were a pussy would do the trick.

“What are you waiting for, Dear?” Opalina coos. “Look at them, see how bad my big titties want to feel your massive cock savage them...” She moves them in opposite directions, kneading them and further seducing me.

“Nothing, nothing. Seeing you like this just has me thinking that I really don’t get enough titfucks...” I tell her with a smirk as I grab the root of my penis and slowly inch closer to the valley of her cleavage.

“Really? But you’re surrounded by such captivating breasts back at home. Samantha and Merille are no slouches when it comes to their chests, my dear, and now you’ve got little Periwinkle and Snowball. Gwinlinn as well, whenever that happens...” Opalina giggles, enjoying her silly pillow talk as she continues to grope her own slippery boobs.

“It’s true, I’m blessed when it comes toward being besieged by tits... but when you tell me I can do anything I want to yours, Opal, all I can think about is how bad I want to fuck them senseless...” My hand jerks my cock, making a display of it to the horny witch. After having dry humped her, I’m more than ready to go, as evident by the vast stream of precum trickling out of my tip and pooling down onto her flesh.

“Then do it,” She whispers in a low, husky voice. “Fuck my tits already.” Opalina rolls her head backward, taking in a deep breath of air before embarrassing me by shouting, “FUCK MY TITS!”

Despite the humiliation- or perhaps because of it- I slam my meaty cock hard into the tunnel of titty and feel her mounds conform to fit my absurd size. Opalina gasps, her sensitive breasts suddenly assailed by a new sensation of pleasure. It’s tight inside her gigantic boobs- much tighter than one would expect. With reckless abandon, I slide back out of her cleavage, grunt, and hammer myself back in.

My pelvis slaps against her globes, causing them to ripple like jello as I fuck them. Again and again they shake, each thrust earning a further moan from the lewd older woman beneath me. Because of her lube, every single forceful shove of my cock creates a sloppy, wet sound that fills the stone room with the sounds of our frenzied fucking. It’s loud. I wonder if it’s loud enough for everyone else on this floor to hear...?

“Ah,” Opalina gasps as her arms squeeze her tits even tighter around me. “Good Gods, my love, you feel even harder and manlier than before! What’s got you so excited?” Then, the naughty old gal cocks her head to the side, ever the impish tease, to say. “Don’t tell me... are you thinking how hot it would be if everyone could hear the sound of you fucking my tits?”

“No...” I lie, gritting my teeth and hunching over her face to place my hands on both sides of Opalina’s head. “I’m so hard because fucking your tits makes me feel like a goddamn king, damn it... they’re so soft, and there’s so much of them for me to fuck...”

Her eyes take on a devious expression, and suddenly, instead of laying back and simply letting me fuck the boundless expanse of her breasts, she starts to slip and slide them along the entire length of my massive cock. “You can’t fool me, Dear. You’re getting off because now, every single person on this floor knows how hard you and how fast your naughty cock can fuck my tits.” My excited penis twitches, proving her right. Opalina is far from done, though, and she continues to tease me with devilish thought after devilish thought. “Remember, it’s not just Osbourne and Abigail, either. Goddesses know how many young, innocent castle maids are on this floor listening to the sounds of you getting the titty-fuck of your life. Think of how jealous it must make them, hearing every meaty slap your cock makes. Mmm... I bet you there must be a few maids on this floor who are getting wetter and wetter...”

“Oh, GODS,” I clench my eyes tight at the thought, falling deeper into the exhibitionist abyss. Her honeyed words erase all logic and reason from my mind. Right here and right now, there are only massive tits and a cock with which to fuck them. Losing myself into a fervid, frenzied pace, I slam my manic manhood unceasingly within Opalina’s busty bosom while she continues to knead her breasts around me. The vigor and enthusiasm the witch shows makes me realize how fully intent on milking every drop of sperm she can force out of my balls she is.

Then, with a perverse, twisted smile, Opalina says, “I could call one in for you, Dear. Think about it. Wouldn’t you like to use the body of a random maid who you may never meet again? Just tell me, and I’ll send for one. You know I’d do anything to make you happy.”

I freeze, looking down into Opalina’s toxic gaze. Her words make me harder, but they sober me. Conflict me. She continues speaking all while milking and milking my cock with her cushiony tits, “The nobility lives a life of privilege, you know? Their guests get what they want, whenever they want it. If you desire a woman, all you have to do is tell the Chamberlain, and he’ll begrudgingly get one for you. Do you want more toys, my love? Would you like it if Mommy spoiled you with fresh pussy?”

“Opal...” I shut my eyes from pleasure, my hands ripping into the bedsheets below. Unable to hold back any longer, I start fucking her tender, sensitive breasts harder than ever before. Opalina’s eyes open wide, and she moans as hot and heavy as if I were plowing her cunt. Loud enough for the world to hear, let alone the castle.

“Mmm! Ah! You... you really like that idea, don’t you?” The witch laughs wickedly and humps her chest against my cock.

“It’s hot b-but... I don’t want it.”

Opalina looks at me with a confused expression, delaying her continued stroking. I don’t stop my thrusting, so it ends up costing her some momentum as her pleasure increases. “I told you I want to fuck YOUR tits and cum all over YOUR face,” I grit my teeth. “I don’t need anyone else.”

She pauses before eventually smiling up at me. “Dear...” Opalina softly says, her lips parting into a silent ‘o’ shape as she tweaks her perky nipples. “Do it, then. Cum for me...!”

“I’m going to. I’m fucking- AGH!” I don’t cum, but Opalina starts doing her best to force me to. Her fat, bouncy tits become nothing but a high-speed, cock-pleasuring blur as she strokes them up and down, up and down, harder, faster, louder. They smack against my pelvis so strong that it starts stinging my flesh from the sheer force of her titfuck. I’m not going to last long like this, which is entirely the point.

Right when I reach the brink of climax, there’s a knock at the door followed by Bertrand’s voice. “Dinner will be served in a little under an hour. The castle Steward will be there, so wear something that won’t embarrass him.” Rather than ending his sentence with some catty remark, the Chamberlain sighs for a long, long time.

I pause, unsure what to say, but Opalina smirks and says, “Assert your dominance.”

“...What?”

“Make him know his place, or I won’t let you cum.” She teases with great cruelty. Opalina is deadly serious, and she suddenly stops the aggressive pace at which her breasts pleasure me.

Left with an absence and a need for more, I speak up loud and confidently, telling the Chamberlain, “Right now, I’m fucking my lover’s tits loud enough for everyone on this floor to hear it. Do you think I care about embarrassing anyone? No? Exactly. Now fuck off.”

Opalina blushes and licks her lips. To my surprise, she whispers for me to say more. Is she getting off on seeing me act like a powerful asshole? I feel awkward over it, but I can’t leave my woman wanting. “Actually, wait. Bring me an expensive wine from the Duke’s personal collection for me to enjoy while awaiting dinner, and then fuck off.” My cock twitches with odd, devious joy, and I thrust into Opal’s tits again, knowing someone is just on the other side of the door.

There is a long silence, broken when Bertrand states, “...It would seem to me that our dear guest has more than enough enjoyment to tide him over until supper.”

“I didn’t know refusing a guest’s demands was part of your job description, Bertrand. Perhaps when I meet him, I should tell the Steward you tried to deny me?”

Another stint of silence. “...Very good, Sir. I shall return in a moment.” Bertrand says in a pitiful tone before walking away.

I look down at Opalina, who is grinning as smugly as I’ve ever seen. “Power is a real thrill, isn’t it? You’re the kind of man who has an important destiny ahead of him, Dear. You need to work on asserting your authority, even in situations where you run a risk of making an ass out of yourself. Always make yourself seem important.”

“And you chose me this crucial lesson about being an asshole... during a titty-fuck?”

“Yes. The best way to motivate you is with sex or gold.” She laughs, and I sweat nervously, knowing that she’s right. “Don’t pretend that having your cock stuffed between my tits while ordering someone around didn’t make you even harder, either.” She giggles and starts kneading her huge breasts around my manhood even harder than before, speeding up in the hopes of milking me as bone dry as my infinite stamina will allow her.

“Fuck, alright, alright... I got off on it pretty damn hard...”

“Then how about you make good on your promise to cover my face with all that cum of yours?” She giggles, biting her luscious lips and inviting me further.

At her behest, I lose whatever inhibitions I have left and thrust away in the hopes of hurtling over the edge toward explosive relief. In no time at all, Opalina’s luscious, pillowy, mountainous breasts draw out a titanic orgasm from the depths of my balls. When I said I would cover her face in semen, it turns out I was selling myself short.

I grunt, and I groan as a flooding upheaval of cum launches out of my thick shaft. Traveling up from my swollen balls and through the channel of her tits, my release slathers rope after rope onto Opalina’s beautiful face, her fluffy, curled brunette hair, her ornate glasses, and everything in between. Rather than stop in the hopes of gaining a reprieve from my avalanche, Opalina continues her titty-fucking with as much strength as she can.

Thanks to her efforts and my thrusting, everything is painted white with no exception.

Falling off of my lover’s chest, I lay flat on my back and put my glasses back on my face. Opalina’s expression is hard to read due to just how much damn semen I glazed her with, but I’m reasonably sure it’s a perverse smile.

After heavily breathing for a few moments, the witch turns to face me. “There’s a suit for you in my Bra of Holding, love. I’m going to go and freshen up before dinner.”

I smirk and feel my cheeks blush. “I think that’d be a good idea.”

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