"Let me hug you," she said.

He looked her up and down. She was gorgeous, more curvy and voluptuous than he'd ever imagined a real human being could be. Her tight sleeveless black dress perfectly hugged her hips and midriff, though truth be told it could have been a bit roomier in the bust. As it was, her cleavage went down nearly to her nipples, and her bosom seemed absolutely eager to spill over the edge to reveal itself in all its glory.

She beamed a warm, almost hungry smile at him, her arms held wide and welcoming.

In the corner of his mind, he thought perhaps it was not strictly appropriate to hug a woman so clearly in danger of slipping out of her dress, but his raging libido suggested this was an opportunity that wouldn't present itself very often. He stepped forward and carefully hugged her, giving her what he believed was the appropriate amount of respectful distance. She would have none of that, throwing her arms tight around him and pulling him close.

He felt those luscious mounds of flesh squish against his chest. She hummed contentedly and caressed his back, pressing her cheek to his. Gradually her hands worked higher, hooking up under his arms and sliding toward his neck. Before long she was running her fingers through his hair. She began to playfully push his head, sliding it down to her neck, and then inch by inch moving it toward her ample cleavage. He glanced up to look into her eyes, but she'd shut them and tilted her head back, blissful and content.

Now his chin was beginning to sink into the warm embrace between her breasts. Modesty suggested he pull away, but the thought had just barely entered his mind when she pushed hard, driving his face deep into her cleavage. The feeling of the soft, supple skin sliding across his face was heavenly, and as he drew in a breath through his nose, the glorious, natural, feminine scent that filled his nostrils was almost more seductive than he could stand.

He let the moment linger as long as he dared, then tried to pull his head away. With a strong grip, her hands prevented it. For the first time he felt a sting of fear flutter through him. Before he could act on it, she pushed again. This time he slid inside all the way to his shoulders.

No. This wasn't possible. Even with breasts her size he should have been peeking out into her dress beneath them by now. Instead when he opened his eyes he found nothing but darkness, flesh pressing in on all sides.

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She murmured in delight, giggling as she felt his eyelashes tickle the flesh between her breasts. As much as she'd like to enjoy this part longer, she knew she had to act quickly to get him deeper or he might pull himself free, and that would deny her of the best part, and of her prize.
The gorgeous woman tore open his button-down shirt and pushed it down past his shoulders, both revealing his bare chest and trapping his arms by his sides. With him immobilized she leaned down and pulled him closer, cooing with pleasure as his shoulders slipped between her breasts. His struggling became more violent now, jiggling her breasts and stimulating her sensitive flesh.

This next part was the trickiest, but once it was through it would be all downhill. She planted her feet and bent forward, forcing him to bend at the waist and sliding him inside to the middle of his chest. Now she could just barely hook her hands behind his thighs. In one smooth motion she pulled them forward, ramming him inside to the waist, then flipped them up, so that his kicking legs were pointed straight up.

From here, gravity took over. She leaned her face away from his kicks and reached around in front to undo his belt and pants, thus freeing his jeans and briefs to pool on top of her breasts as his body slid further and further. Once he was in down to his knees and his kicking had less range of motion, she found her way to a chair and sat. Hooking one arm under her heaving chest, she squeezed her breasts tightly together. This achieved many things. It increased the pressure on her prey, causing him to struggle all the more deliciously. The pressure also made his motions feel so much more intense against her flesh, and it slow his inevitable inward slide, which would give her time to take full advantage of those sensations.

With her free hand she began to tease her sex, stroking and tweaking her sensitive skin as she watched her prey disappear. He was slipping down further and further, vanishing from the world inch by inch. She could feel his warmth against her skin, and somewhere deep inside she could feel a point of pressure as his manhood stiffened. Soon he would be gone, tucked away deep between her breasts. He would be her secret. He would be her plaything. He would simply be hers.

The thought of it, of having a whole person slip into the warm embrace of her chest drove her wild. She giggled in delight as his ankles began to slide inside. He was close now, nearly inside. His heels followed. Her breathing getting faster and perspiration was beginning to lubricate his descent. She squeezed her breasts even tighter to keep him from vanishing just yet. She refused to let him vanish inside before she'd had time to fully appreciate it.

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He couldn't comprehend what was happening anymore. All around him was hot, soft flesh. It was pressing so tightly he could scarcely breathe. Every whiff of air he got was filled with her musk, burning his brain with desire. Her body was rocking, the jiggling breasts massaging him and squeezing him. His body was wrapped in her sweat-slicked flesh, tickled and teased by every jiggle and shake. And she was certainly jiggling and shaking. The drumming heartbeat in his ears, the pulsing against his skin, the sultry moan rumbling all around him... She was enjoying herself... So was he...

The very instant he felt his toes--long ago stripped of their shoes and socks--slip into the warmth of her cleavage, she erupted into a joyful, delighted chuckle. He could feel her voice as much as hear it, her squeals and laughs of ecstasy riding smoothly into the moaning hum of a sort of afterglow. His body continued to slide, curling together into a tight fetal ball before finally slipping down against something else. Something firmer, but still flesh... It was another curled form, moving and struggling. From the curves he could feel, it was a woman... another person she'd tucked away before him...

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She allowed herself a moment to enjoy the aftermath, then released a contented sigh. It was chancy to linger too long after one of her little indulgences. She stood and adjusted her dress, turning to her mirror to admire herself. Aside from the glow of exertion to her features and some hair that needed to be straightened, the only sign that her little toy had ever been here was the pile of clothes on the floor. He belonged to her now. Just like all the others.