Chapter 5
A Carer in what he supposed could have passed for a pornstar’s version of a police uniform was speaking to someone outside. He’d been watching her for a while now, trying to remember when Carers had taken over the police force.
Looking on, the Carer drew herself up into the personal space of the young man on the corner as she stared intently at him, and he seemed to shrink in on himself, visibly shaking as she traced a finger along his shoulder and up to his jaw. As he opened his mouth to speak, leaning back from her touch, he dropped the backpack across his shoulder.
The massive Carer officer bent down to pick it up, and in so doing, pressed her breasts directly into the man and forced him up against the wall behind. Paralysed, he froze as her breasts kept him pinned there as, one by one, she withdrew items from his bag in front of his eyes. A can of spray paint and some gloves seemed to catch her attention, and soon he was desperately struggling to escape the confines of her tits.
With a deft and evidently practised move, the Carer pulled a long piece of silk from her parody of a uniform and began effortlessly trussing the man like a chicken as, from a nearby alley, a silver vehicle emerged. Another Carer officer, equally pornographically dressed, appeared carrying a second man in her arms. His clothing hung from his limbs, and the man was drooling while sporting a dazed grin. At that, his partner in crime panicked more, straining as hard as he could against the bonds which now held him helpless as his wrists hung from a single one of the officer’s hands, easily holding him four feet aloft.
Taylor watched on curiously, but blinked in shock as the first captive was inserted feet first into the cleavage of his captor, until he sank to his neck. The officer then wrapped the silk around herself, tightening her uniform around him until apart from his mummified outline all that could be seen of the man was his drooling face.
The other captive started to scream, as he was also disrobed and slowly fed into his captor’s massive breasts. His screams turned to pleading as he slowly sank, the officer grinning down at him idly as his own bodyweight sealed his fate, her effortlessly soft and titanic breasts acting almost like quicksand. Pleading turned to begging as his shoulders disappeared, and as he sank to his neck, the officer tugged her sash tight - sealing her breasts over his face entirely, and silencing him.
Only now did Taylor look at the wall where they had been caught. “Don’t let hope die with a whimper! Resist!” Was stencilled there, beside a cartoonish depiction of two massive busty women in robes leading smaller figures on leashes.
“What’s the matter?” Angela asked him, as Taylor leaned on his forearms, still staring out the window.
“Oh… nothing.” He lied, looking at her for a moment, before turning back to look outside.
The vehicle was already gone. Another Carer officer was spraying some liquid on the wall that instantly dissolved the paint. That hadn’t been normal, right? What had he just seen? Those officers, they had been… taking those men.
Angela’s scent hit his nose, and he breathed in deeply. Suddenly, he felt so much calmer.
What had he been about to say? His mind kept drifting back to thoughts of Angela, as her hand took his. It was as if all roads lead to her. Why was it so hard to remember? Why did he care so much about… whatever it was he’d been thinking about before?
Turning back to her and smiling, he had already begun to forget what he’d forgotten. Whatever it was, he was sure it was fine. After all, everything was better now.
“Good…” She intoned, staring intently at him, and when he went to look out the window again she grasped his chin in her fingers.
When he looked into her eyes, somehow his worries always seemed to melt away. After all, what did he have to be worried about? Everything was great.
As if to prove his point, she wrapped an arm around his neck and pulled him closer to her. Her tremendous bosom immediately smothered his face and he had to fight just to get his face free enough to breathe. Once he could, she was smiling down at him sweetly.
“Comfy?” She asked, and giggled inside his mind.
Without answering he just wrapped his arms around her waist - or as far as he could, he had no chance of ever reaching even halfway around her massive body - and sank his face into her cleavage in response.
“Such a sweetheart…” She mused, and reached down with a single finger to tilt his chin up towards her.
Dazed, he just grinned stupidly as she looked down at him, his face framed against her huge breasts.
“Come here…”
Her thick lips latched onto his, and she lifted him off the floor into a passionate kiss. With one arm around his back and the other his thighs, she easily held him aloft.
“I love kissing you.” She said, even as she was doing so.
He felt his stomach flutter a little as her long, thick tongue pressed down against his, pinning it in place.
“It makes me get all hot…” She mused, as her mouth gently sucked at his, tongue swirling around.
Blinking softly, he squirmed a little in her grip as she easily kept him captive, trying her best to suck his face off. It occurred to him then that she could speak to him even with her mouth busy… and his thoughts began to wander.
“I know what you’re thinking…” She whispered at last in his mind.
He shivered a little. Did she? How could she?
“Would you believe you’re not the first guy to think the same thing when kissing us? I don’t have to be a mind-reader you know…”
He laughed, softly, but distantly realised that hadn’t been a denial.
She set him down, but before he could regain his balance, her body was pressing him to the wall.
“Such a curious boy… would you like it if I… satisfied that curiosity for you?”
Her eyes were alight, and the grin on her thick, glistening lips was full of promise.
“Uh… hhh…” he murmured, but that was all the answer she needed.
Her hands took his wrists and pinned them to the wall, before she moved to his neck and began to kiss her way down it.
“Mmmm… you humans are receptive to our touch. So wonderfully sensitive. It makes it so much fun to tease you…”
She giggled, trailing her long snake-like tongue down his neck and across his collarbone.
“Nnnnh…” Was all he could manage in response.
“You really seem to like my tongue… and my lips… and my mouth… I wonder where my good boy was thinking I was going to use it?” She asked, innocently, though the way she began to peck and kiss her way down his chest was anything but.
He watched in a mix of fascinated horror as her extremely dextrous and prehensile tongue undid one button after another on his shirt, and pried the cloth apart, revealing more and more of his abdomen to her ticklish tongue.
“You taste wonderful, Taylor… but there is something I’ve been wanting to taste more.”
She let go of his hands, but fixed him with an intense look.
“Keep your hands up for me, sweetie…” she said, softly, and yet it felt more like a command - one which he felt his body swiftly obeying.
A nervous grin tugged at the corners of his mouth. Obeying her felt… good.
“Good boy.” She added, as her tongue licked around her lips, wetting them visibly until they were dripping with her saliva.
All the while, she undid his pants, seeming to enjoy the show she was giving him of her glistening lips growing ever more lubricated. For his part, Taylor was utterly transfixed by her tongue as it swirled around and around…
With a single motion, she tugged his pants to the floor, and began to massage the erection he was already sporting.
“Such a good boy, all ready for me…”
He still wasn’t quite used to her calling him boy, but he couldn’t deny his other brain was far from opposed to it. Every time she called him a good boy, his cock visibly bobbed in the air directly in front of her plush lips as if begging for her attention.
“Oh my… someone’s very happy to see me…” She cooed softly in his mind, as she pursed her lips, gently blowing air on the tip of his cock.
Taylor squirmed as her breath billowed across his waist, and his cock bobbed more insistently for her touch.
“Such a sensitive boy… and so hard for me! I wonder what he was thinking about just now… hmmmmmm…” She mused in faux ignorance, smiling up at him as she delicately reached out with her tongue to envelop just the tip in a single long lick.
Taylor’s mouth hung open as she did so, and he didn’t dare draw a breath until her tongue withdrew.
“Mmmm, delicious…” she relished.
He could hear her powerful tongue thrashing around audibly within her mouth, savouring his taste, and he shivered a little at the thought of what was to come.
“Awww, no need to be scared…” She soothed, rubbing his thighs encouragingly and softly stroking his cock. “I promise you’re going to love this so much you’ll beg me for more every chance you get. Don’t worry, I’ll take such good care of your precious cock…”
Blushing profusely, he couldn’t help but buck his hips into the air merely at the promise of her words, and all the more when her gentle stroking of his cock sped up a little.
She looked up into his eyes for a moment, before parting her thick, luscious lips - now coated in her slimy saliva - into a delicate ‘o’. Panting softly, his cock throbbed needily in mid-air, begging to sink itself between those wet, sausage-thick lips and her hot mouth.
“Let me milk your cock… be a good boy and just give in…”
A fresh dribble of precum erupted from his cock, as if the words ‘good boy’ were already becoming a trigger within his mind which he associated with pleasure. Had Taylor known how right he was, he may have tried to fight back - though the sheer strength she exhibited would have made it a hopeless contest.
Her fingers ever so delicately traced his cock, holding her luscious lips a hairs-breadth from his cock as her hot and humid breath washed over his member, until he was certain he couldn’t handle the tension she was building a moment longer. He was so anxious now he had begun to shiver at her every touch.
“Good boy…” She said sweetly, as her thick lips squeezed together momentarily, making his cock quiver in her fingertips, and her hot breath coated him entirely from waist to thigh.
As her beautiful, full lips suddenly descended at last, and they enveloped his cock with a wet slap as in a single movement she sucked his cock down into her throat. Her thick lips formed an airtight seal around the base, fully encasing him into the sweltering tight tunnel of her mouth.
Hungrily, her tongue began to swivel around his cock from base to tip, moving in ways that no human appendage ever could have. Reflexively, his hips tried to buck back and forth into her sucking lips, but the sheer force of her mouth against him was keeping him well and truly pinned to the wall.
“Good boy,” she cooed into his mind, and he jumped a little in shock.
“Have you forgotten what I wanted to show you already? Does it just feel that good?” She giggled. “I can speak to you even while I do… this.”
Her tongue lolled out from between her tight lips to encompass his tight balls for a moment, as if to savour them as a delicacy, before dragging its way up and along the entire underside of his shaft, pausing to swirl directly beneath his head in a way that made him see stars.
“Oh I think my good boy likes it when I use my mouth on him… I knew you would. You’re going to think about this feeling every time you see my mouth, sweetie. I’ll make sure you never forget it.”
Hungrily, her tongue pressed against the underside of his cock, lapping up and down, sculpting his erection and causing him to make noises he wasn’t aware he was capable of making before.
“Awwww, you sound so adorable when I do that! I’m going to have to milk your cock like this more often.”
Slowly, she withdrew her lips, her tongue ravishing his cock as she did so as if a predator being deprived of its prey. All the while she sucked, and sucked, until her thick lips were ringed around the head of his cock. Then she flicked and flitted her tongue across his head rapidly, mercilessly polishing his cockhead with her slimy member.
“I can tell you love this. I know how good it feels. Just give in to it. Give in to the pleasure.
The overload of pleasure this caused made it difficult to see straight, and he felt himself losing the strength to stay upright as her tongue’s assault made his knees weak. Only when he was certain he would go insane from the sheer oversensitivity did her lips slam back down, devouring him with a craving the human mind could not fathom.
“You don’t have to think. Just relax. Relax and enjoy how good Mommy makes you feel…”
He tensed at that word again ,but could only gasp as her lips began to truly milk his cock, her large tongue curling around his cock as they did so. As her mouth moved faster, she would hungrily use the power of her sucking to force her way back down onto his shaft, being rewarded with a gaudy squelch each time her lips made contact with his body.
“Mmmm, such a good boy… but Mommy is only getting started.”
Barely aware of what she meant, he could hardly keep himself upright. However, that ceased to be an issue with Angela slipped her hands between his thighs and, with a single motion, lifted him up onto her chest - all while her tongue delighted in tormenting his trapped cock, not allowing it to leave her mouth for even a moment.
“There we go… just rest your legs on Mommy, doesn’t that feel nice?”
She gently rubbed his back as she now lifted him up, close to the ceiling, sitting atop her shoulders as she used her other hand to tug his clothes free, rendering him entirely naked.
“Mmmm, you’re so small Taylor… Not this lovely cock though.” She flicked the tip of his cock to emphasise her words. “I mean you. You’re so small compared to Mommy. She can just do whatever she wants with you, can’t she?”
To punctuate her words, she slurped her lips slowly but deliberately along his cock, milking out a thick wad of pre-cum as she did so - which she delighted in tasting ravenously with her tongue. In the process, Taylor doubled over, leaning atop her head as he found it difficult to breathe.
“Awww, is my little boy getting tired? Does he want Mommy to do all the work for him?”
She giggled in his mind as her hand began to press against his lower back, and in doing so pressed his cock into her lips. Gently, she repeated it, building up a steady rhythm of forcing him to fuck her pillowy lips.
“Does my good boy want to fuck Mommy’s mouth? Doesn’t it feel so incredible? Doesn’t it make you want to just thrust and thrust until you shoot out all your cream down Mommy’s throat?”
Her hand became more insistent, as her other hand grabbed his waist, pulling him out further each time so that she could slam his cock between her lips all the more forcefully. Each time he felt her lips devouring him, his breathing got a little shallower, and soon he was thrusting in time with her hands, eagerly fucking her mouth as every nerve in his body was tingling.
“That’s it, such a good boy, fuck Mommy’s mouth… let Mommy’s big, full lips milk out all your cum… and all your thoughts… pour all your worries down Mommy’s throat and she’ll replace them all with love.”
He felt her moving, and realised she was laying back on a gargantuan pouffe in the corner of their office. Pinning his legs beneath her shoulders, her hands ran up and down his back encouragingly.
“I know you can’t resist… so just give in. Give in to the pleasure only Mommy can give you.”
She blanketed his cock, basting it in gooey warmth as she tickled his cock head encouragingly with her tongue, enticing him to thrust.
“That’s it,” she purred into his head, as he shakily thrust his hips, pressing his cock into her sucking mouth tentatively at first, “that’s a good boy. Good boy for Mommy. Fuck Mommy’s mouth…”
Panting, he bucked his hips needily as her fingers found his ass, pressing against him and encouraging him to push harder.
“Don’t worry, Mommy loves feeling how her good boy enjoys this. Just feel the pleasure and fuck. All my good boy has to do is fuck his cares away, and feel Mommy’s mouth sucking out everything else but thoughts of her.”
His mouth hung open as her words intermixed with the incredible feelings of her tongue, as every time his cock penetrated her thick, sucking lips, her tongue would strike in the precious time it had in a flurry of motion.
“Is my good boy getting close? Does he want to cum for Mommy? Only good boys get to cum for Mommy… So, are you Mommy’s good boy?”
He winced, some part of him still uncertain about the infantile language she resorted to during sex. Angela however was stalwart.
“Come on, be a good boy and tell me… say ‘yes’. Say ‘yes, I’m a good boy’.”
Taylor kept pumping his hips eagerly, as her mouth devoured every inch of his cock, but as her hands gripped his ass he felt a chill up his spine.
“Now, now… good boys do what they’re told.”
Her hands clamped around his waist, and held him tight to her face. His hips jerked and struggled, eager to continue the pleasurable thrusting from before, but her grip was utterly ironclad and he couldn’t move an inch.
“Be a good boy for Mommy and say it. Good boys do as they’re told.”
With that, her tongue began to trace circles directly under the head of his cock - and already so close to orgasm, he began to squirm and drool in utter abandon.
“Only good boys get to cum.” She admonished, her tongue pressing in beneath his cock just a little more firmly.
Again, he shook his hips, desperate for any kind of friction, or even just to escape the merciless torment of her circling tongue, but it was hopeless. He had no chance of escaping her. Indeed, he never had.
“Tell Mommy you’re her good boy, and you can cum.” She spoke like a disciplinary mother, mildly chiding him for some small misdemeanour.
As she did so, her tongue began to slowly circle around the ridge of his cock, tracing his crown with aching languor.
“Mmmmmfh!” He whined, tears welling in his eyes at the sheer frustration of being so close to a mind-blowing orgasm, only for her to so cruelly keep him right on the pinnacle.
Time dragged on, and her tongue’s ministrations became only more merciless. After flicking back and forth beneath his head for a while longer, he swore he saw a flash of pure joy in her eyes as she began to tickle the tip of her tongue directly against his slit.
That broke what little resistance remained in him, and he sobbed in pure surrender.
“Gg-gghh! Good boy! I’m a g-good boy!”
Her voice instantly switched to the most saccharine and maternal tone.
“Such a good boy! I love it when you’re a good boy for me. Such a good, good boy.”
Angela’s words beat a rhythm into his fragile mind until they imprinted like a brand. Only then did she swoop in for the kill. Lifting him for a moment, she rolled to her side, and pressed him down into the cushion beneath her.
For a moment he felt the world swirling around him until he looked down to see Angela’s lips poised at the tip of his cock, and she grinned.
Taylor felt the breath escape from his body as her lips hammered down, before rapidly constricting and pumping him. Frightened, he tried to grab at her shoulders, but she easily overpowered him as her head bobbed in an unending milking rhythm.
“Good boy. Cum for Mommy.”
He squirmed in place, gripping the cushions beneath him as her cushiony lips send him into paroxysms of pleasure, searing the words she spoke directly into his subconscious.
“Cum for Mommy. Be a good boy and cum for Mommy.”
Her lips sucked tighter as if she wanted to pull his cum out by force.
“You can’t fight it. You can’t resist the pleasure I give you. Cum for me. Cum for Mommy.”
His chest heaved as he lifted from the pillows beneath him, as with an almighty cry he felt her mouth slam down, and trigger his long awaited orgasm. Instantly her mouth went into a frenzy, licking and sucking feverishly as his overwhelmed senses nearly shut down in total abandonment.
Hungrily, her throat swallowed around his cock, devouring every drop of him as his orgasm stretched, prolonged by the milking efforts of her mouth.
“Good boy.” She said with finality, dragging her lips tightly up his shaft one last time before her lips popped free of his cock with a sickly wet slurp.