"You really can't look away anymore, can you?" Angela asked, and Zack let out a tiny grunt of effort that gradually melted into a defeated sigh as he admitted, at least in the privacy of his own head, that he really couldn't. As absurd as it seemed--and yes, Zack was as horny as the next guy, and he'd absolutely clocked his landlady's curvaceous body and the voluptuous breasts even her bulkiest sweaters couldn't fully conceal, but it still felt absurd to get this hard over someone he'd talked to less than half a dozen times--he really could not look away from the cleavage she'd exposed just a few short minutes ago.

At least... it felt like only a few short minutes ago. But Zack hadn't so much as glanced away from Angela's chest since she undid that first button, and it was easy to imagine that... well, he did kind of feel like he was losing track of time a little. Sometimes the things Angela was saying kind of got lost in the sauce, and he wound up kind of tuning back into the conversation midway through a sentence only to hear something like, "The harder you try, the harder you get." Which he must have misheard, because she couldn't have meant--because if she did, it would mean she was... and she wasn't... she, she wouldn't... w-would she?

It didn't really seem possible. Even though Zack knew it happened to guys--he found his dad's stash of dirty magazines as a teenager, and he read all those letter column stories of dudes whose teachers or neighbors or mothers-in-law or yes, their fucking landladies suddenly came onto them out of the blue and went to town on their fucking cocks. But the guys it always happened to were always other guys, not Zack. The closest he ever came to a woman just jumping on his fucking dick out of nowhere was Lena Sorrell at graduation, and she was so sloppy drunk at the time she didn't even remember him saying no. This was, it was, it felt so strange and impossible and--

Angela's fingers traced the rim of her next button, and Zack's train of thought evaporated into mist. "See how that happens?" she asked him, and Zack nodded because the alternative would be to admit that he'd completely zoned out staring at her cleavage and had absolutely no idea what she was talking about. "Every time you even start to think about resisting, all that resistance just flows right out of your head and down to your cock and makes it harder and hornier for me." Okay. That definitely sounded like a come-on, even to a guy as low-key out of touch with social signals as Zack. But... but what did she mean about 'resisting'?

He opened his mouth to ask, but just then the button she'd been fingering slipped free of its buttonhole and her breasts pushed free of their tight and confining prison of fabric a very noticeable amount further. Angela's tits weren't flopping out of her sweater just yet, but Zack could see straight down the valley of her cleavage from the angle she was sitting at and it kind of pushed everything else out of his head a little. Weirdly, she was kind of right about what it did to his cock--he was already hard, embarrassingly hard given how close she was sitting and how easy it must have been to see the bulge in his jeans, but when he forgot what he was going to say it made him twitch and pulse with more intensity than just a look down the front of a hot older woman's shirt could explain.

"...you get, the harder it is to resist," Angela intoned, and Zack blinked heavily as he realized he'd once again failed to notice the beginning of her sentence. "The harder you get, the harder it is to think. The harder you get, the harder it is to look away, but you don't want to look away anymore, do you?" Zack nodded again, then furrowed his brow in confusion as he realized that didn't make much sense as an answer to her question. He'd just gotten used to bobbing his head up and down every time there was a pause in the flow of Angela's speech, as though agreement was becoming an ingrained and automatic reflex. That felt strange, but the more Zack tried to think about it the more his brain centered on the warm throb of pleasure between his legs instead.

He felt something warm trickling down his chin, and gradually realized he was drooling, but closing his mouth and wiping away the stream of saliva felt distant and unimportant compared to the increasingly intense waves of pleasure that kept flowing into his rock hard erection. Even when he did manage to concentrate on Angela's voice, it remained a warm and soothing drone in his ears for long moments until he finally managed to make out details. "...the other way too," he heard her murmur, but he had no context for the words. "The harder you fight it, the harder you get, until the pleasure overwhelms you. You know what happens then, don't you, my good boy?"

That felt awfully condescending, but of course Zack only managed a moment's worth of indignation before his pride melted into a powerful burst of arousal that made him grunt explosively with mindless lust. His head drooped forward a little, forcing him to stare upward at Angela's cleavage even though it remained slightly below his normal eye level, and Zack soon found that it tired him out so much more to look at her tits from this angle. Even though he... ohhh, fuck. He couldn't look away. He just couldn't. And the harder he tried--

Zack's fingers began to fumble with his zipper, no longer able to endure the confining sensation he was experiencing. For a moment he felt embarrassed--Angela was his landlady, after all, and he didn't want her to get the wrong idea about him even though it was pretty obvious she was open to doing some things that their lease agreement didn't exactly discuss. But she rewarded him by undoing another button, cooing, "There's a good boy! You know what you need to do next," and when every scrap of mental effort he devoted to wondering what she was talking about instantly translated itself into white hot lust he immediately wrapped his hand around his shaft and began to stroke.

"That's right, sweetie," she purred, beginning to rock her body ever so slightly from side to side and sending her now loosely-confined tits into a jiggling, bouncing sway that captivated Zack's drowsy gaze. "Staring and stroking makes you even weaker, makes your cock even harder, makes more and more of your mind and your will flow down into the tip of your drooling dick until your resistance just transmutes itself into precum and leaks away for me." Zack could feel his hand gliding more and more easily up and down his shaft with every pump, and he knew exactly why. It was his resistance dripping out.

Zack tried to remember what he was trying to resist, but that just made his cock swell up even harder inside his fist--he didn't know if it was literally getting bigger, because looking at it would mean looking away from Angela's chest and the lush, heavy tits that were beginning to work their way out from the gap in her clothing thanks to all her jiggling and of course just thinking about doing that only made him more overwhelmingly aroused. But it felt like his erection was stronger than it had ever been, like sheer lust had inflated his prick into a tower of priapic sexual excitement that extended beyond its physical presence to make it larger than it had ever been before, and he couldn't stop panting and whimpering as he pumped it relentlessly under Angela's sultry direction. "You're going to empty out all that resistance when you cum, aren't you, good boy?" she asked, and Zack tried to nod but his head felt too heavy to lift.

He didn't need to answer, though. She answered for him. "Of course you are, sweetie," she chuckled, her voice so sweetly and overtly patronizing now that Zack couldn't imagine how he'd ever thought of himself as even notionally her equal. "You're going to give me a big strong gush like the horny, needy boy you are and spray that cum all over my big titties, and then you're going to watch me rub it into my chest and make all your willpower mine instead. And you know you must want that, deep down, because if you didn't you wouldn't want to spurt for me so bad, would you?" There was something dangerous about that logic, something pitiless and inexorable, but the more Zack tried to contemplate it the more his balls tightened in helpless ecstasy.

"Head up and eyes open, sweetie," Angela growled, and it was only then that Zack realized how very nearly his fluttering eyelids had slipped shut staring at the cleavage that only existed in his captivated imagination. When he looked up, though, his eyes glassy and his expression vacant, Angela had her sweater all the way off and her bra with it, fully exposing her pale pink breasts and long, stiff nipples, and Zack let out a choked and strangled grunt as the arousal he'd been grappling with took a sudden lurch toward orgasm. "That's right, honey," she intoned, a triumphant smile in her voice. "They're so pretty, aren't they? They make you want to cum so, so bad."

She cupped her hands under them and began to bounce them gently in her palms, and Zack's entire world narrowed down to the very tip of his penis as the pleasure he was feeling built and grew into a single starburst of ecstasy that gathered and held and became an inescapable orgasm. His head reeled with the intensity of it all, and on some subconscious level he understood that the harder he tried to hold back his release the deeper and more profoundly Angela's hypnotic suggestion sank its hooks into him. His jaw hung slack, his shirt was soaked with drool now, but he could only think of the climax that kept endlessly echoing inside his brain like time was standing still.

Then he was tipping over some unthought edge, either because he'd fully emptied his willpower into his churning balls or simply because the human body could only hold back ejaculation for so long, and he watched helplessly as a torrent of semen jetted two full feet into the air to splatter across Angela's massive tits just like she predicted. Another spurt followed, this one mostly landing in her lap and staining her dress, then two more that merely dribbled onto Zack's legs and down his fingers before the overwhelming pleasure finally subsided into afterglow.

But release didn't bring any clarity. Angela's tits were still right there, fully centered in Zack's vacant and unblinking gaze, and the sight of her hands working his jizz into the creamy white flesh of her gigantic breasts was the kind of show Zack had never seen anywhere outside of porn. He stared thoughtlessly at her, sinking deeper and deeper into tranquilized ecstasy, and when she purred out, "You haven't stopped sinking yet, have you, sweetie?" Zack felt the cock he was still holding began to twitch and realized he was getting turned on again the way only a horny grad student could. He momentarily wondered if there was even any resistance left in him to surrender after that tremendous orgasm, but wondering only made his cock harder and his stiffening cock made it so much harder to think, and soon his cheeks had broadened into an amiable smile that betrayed his utter stupefaction at Angela's hands.

Then she leaned in closer and wrapped her tits around his cock, and Zack stopped thinking altogether.

THE END