The Tax

“Hello Tim,” Lana’s voice was soft and breathy, even when she was speaking more loudly than her usual, low, quiet register. “Thank you again for helping me unload last month, it was so nice of you. There’s something I’d like to talk to you about if you’re free.”

Lana was new to the building and lived three floors up from Tim. She was in her mid thirties, which made her a bit older than him, had shoulder length honey brown curls, soft freckles across her round face, light hazel eyes, and was a little on the heavy side. She was attractive, she had attractive features and a pretty face that looked like it was used to smiling, and she moved with a dancer’s grace.

Of course, Tim thought she would have to be graceful otherwise her chest would get in the way and knock things over. Lana was heavier, and it made her curvaceous. The first time he saw her, the day he stumbled into helping her finish moving in, she was wearing a loose, billowy tee that hinted at the immense size of her breasts. Later, when he saw her in her swimsuit down at the complex’s pool there were no hints, just large, very large, wet breasts almost as big as her head in a tight sea green one-piece swimsuit.

He’d tried not to stare, but she’d caught him, and he knew she’d caught him. She’d just smiled and said hello as they passed each other, her on the way out and him on the way in. The smile reached her eyes too, and they sparkled with a curious, mischievous glint.

The way she looked at him when she smiled made him feel something, somewhere between flattered and embarrassed. It might have been her looking him over just as much as he’d unintentionally done to that to her.

The building was nice, and Lana had obviously hired movers to help with furniture and the lion’s share of boxes, but moving always happened in stages, and when they’d first met what Tim had helped with had been the last few boxes and the last bits of this and that.

He’d seen her a few more times in passing, and the more he saw her the more he started to think that loose tee she wore was the outlier and not the norm. Her breasts were always on display, he was amazed at how much she’d downplayed them before because they were huge, and every time he saw Lana, or she saw him, it seemed like she made a point of thrusting them out towards him… but he assumed it was his imagination.

It had to be because when he saw Lana in the lobby one day when he was leaving with his girlfriend, who would have said something to Tim if she saw some buxom stranger thrusting their tits in his face, she just smiled and said hello. His girlfriend Amy, who was fairly well endowed herself but not nearly in the same way Lana was, had even given him shit about it when he asked her if she saw anything weird or asked if she thought Lana was being flirty when they said hello and had some introductions.

“Just because I think you’re cute, it doesn’t mean every girl in the world does, you dope,” were her exact words.

Still, there was something about the smile Lana flashed him when she caught him staring at her tits by the pool.

“I’m free now, if it won’t take too long.” Tim was a good neighbor and Lana was nice. She was nice, and she knew he had a girlfriend.

But that smile, and those tits, had stayed with him.

‘No,” she gave him the same smile as before and started to walk towards the elevator, “it won’t take long.” 

Today she was wearing jeans and a pale pink peasant blouse with a low neckline that showed off a whole lot of cleavage. The blouse had a loosely tied draw string and was also hemmed under her considerable bust, drawing further attention to her breasts…  her incredible, huge breasts that didn’t need any more help getting his attention.

They rode up to her floor in the elevator and he asked, “What did you want to talk about?” as the doors opened.

Lana walked ahead of him, “It’s just a little thing, I just have a question, but it’s better for inside.”

They walked down the hall to her unit, and when he stepped inside and looked around, he saw how the place had come together.

“Here,” she walked over to her couch, which caught the afternoon sun from the window, “sit, let’s talk a little bit. I haven’t really gotten to talk to you since you were so nice to me, and every time we see each other we’re also both in such a hurry. Thank you again for helping me.”

They sat down on the couch and Tim turned to face her. 

“Yeah it was,” her amazing cleavage was fully on display, and ever since he’d seen her in her swimsuit he couldn’t deny he’d thought about her breasts more than once. “My pleasure. I’m glad I could help.”

“You’re a nice guy,” her eyes shined and she smiled at him, and as she shifted to face him more fully the shoulder of her blouse fell just enough to reveal a little bit of a wide, black bra strap. “I bet that’s why your girlfriend likes you. Actually nice guys are hard to find, especially cute nice guys. So many guys out there pretend to be nice, but it’s just because they want something.”

Her dusky voice was warm, and casual. She talked to him like she knew him better than their few short conversations in the hall, and their little bit of small talk when they first met. The implication on her voice, the warmth in it, was a relief, and you’re not one of those guys, you’re just nice.

“Yeah, no,” he answered that implied question, and that unstated sentiment he was agreeing with, “I try to be kind. I mean, moving sucks and we’re neighbors, so why shouldn’t I help where I can.”

Lana looked like she’d gotten a little bit of a tan since the sun had started to come out, and there was a glow to her skin that also enhanced the welcoming softness of her cleavage. It was Tim’s turn to shift, but this time to look away from her and out at her living room.

“So how long have you and…” her voice hug there and he looked at her TV, and some art on the wall and…

“Amy,” he looked up at the overhead track lighting.

“I don’t think she told me her name when we met, she seems really nice, how long have you and Amy been together?”

The same friendly, welcoming, and familiar tone coated her words like honey.

“It’s been, I think about a year,” he looked down at his tennis shoes and down at her rug, “ten months. We don’t agree on when our relationship officially started.”

She laughed, “And are you happy?”

The question was gentle, sweet, and he didn’t hear anything else in it, but he had to look at her. He had to see what she was really asking, and he had to tell her decisively that he was in case this was what she wanted to talk to him about.

Tim looked deep into her hazel eyes, eyes that were bright and warm, and she brushed a strand of wavy brown curls back from her face. “I am. It’s good. We’re taking some things kind of slow, but…”

“She’s very pretty, and I mean it, she does seem really nice. Is she nice to you?”

Lana’s eyes looked deep into him and through him with a kind of intensity and warmth that made him look away again.

He stared back down at her rug, “She is. We have a really good relationship.” Tim folded his hands in his lap and looked down at his thumbs. “Is this what you…”

“You’re really nice Tim, and you’ve always been very polite. It’s not polite to not look at someone you’re talking to, especially a new friend. And I do hope we’re friends Tim. That’s what I wanted to talk to you about, what kind of friends we’re going to be.”

He looked back into her eyes as she answered his unfinished question, and noticed that she was fidgeting with the loose drawstring from her blouse. If she wasn’t so sweet, and her voice wasn’t so soft and friendly, and if he hadn’t noticed that she always had her remarkable breasts on display, he would have thought that she was…

“Have you masturbated to fantasies about my tits Tim?”

‘”I’m sorry,” he was not expecting that, and especially not for it to be said like an old friend asking a simple question. ‘What?”

Tim was too surprised to stand up and walk away; all he could do was shift back a little as he responded. He stared at her, and not realizing he’d found himself following that little string as she’d toyed with it in front of those huge breasts.

“I saw the way you were staring at them at the pool,” she didn’t change her posture or her tone, and she didn’t stop playing with the drawstring. If anything, she seemed to arch her back and thrust them forward towards him a little bit more. ‘And I noticed that you always notice them, and stare at them when you see me. It’s okay Tim, they’re big, and they’re beautiful, and for some guys they’re very sexy and irresistible. And since you always stare at them, and you’re even trying so hard not to stare at them right now, I just thought I’d ask…”

Lana tugged at her neckline just a little as Tim realized his eyes had subconsciously dropped back to her tits when she said he was trying not to stare. “Because I really didn’t want to assume.” 

He found himself gazing at her deep, freckled cleavage, held by the soft rise and fall of her breasts until he found himself looking back up into her eyes somewhat bashfully.

“So,” she smirked at him, “have you?”

“I,” Tim was going to say, don’t see how that’s any of your business but he could see how she could tear that argument apart. Of course it was her business, because he was thinking of her body, her breast, her. He was objectifying her and making her into a fantasy, not a person. “I’m not going to answer that.”

He looked into her eyes as he answered, and she smiled.

“You’re too nice to lie, so I’ll take that as a yes. But,” she leaned back and her tits bounced a little as she did. “I need you to tell me you did, or you didn’t. I know it’s awkward, but we’re friends, and it’s like I said, I want to know what kind of friends we are, and I want my friend to be happy.”

She brushed her hair back and then started to play with the drawstring on her blouse again. The cut of the blouse really did hold and present her tits, and it was very easy to get distracted by them, or at least give in to the appeal of them.

“And I don’t want to explain your own relationship to you, but if you’re staring at my breasts every chance you get, then my tits must be something you need, and that’s okay. Your girlfriend’s pretty, and I’m sure you love her, because I can tell you wouldn’t be with someone you didn’t love, but if you feel like you can’t resist staring at my tits, then maybe I can give you something you didn’t know you needed.”

“I think I should go. Amy wouldn’t like this conversation, and we don’t have that kind of…” Tim got ready to get up.

“Oh no,” Lana’s voice was so smooth, and so soft, her gentle, dusky tone pulled at him. “I’m not coming on to you, and I’m not suggesting you open your relationship, but it just seems like you can’t resist my tits, and I want to talk about that. Because really, if you think about it, if you fantasize about my tits, and I’m the one that has to carry these big heavy things around, it’s not really fair for me, and that wouldn’t make you a good friend. And I know you want to see me as a person, and a friend, don’t you?”

Tim shifted again, and he felt more comfortable staying in the conversation, but he didn’t know what to say, and more so, as he tried to keep eye contact with Lana, the more he felt the urge to stare back at her tits.

The idea was in his head, and it wasn’t going to work itself out on its own.

“It doesn’t mean anything if you don’t say it out loud Tim.” She was still soft, everything about her was soft and sweet, and patient with him.

“Maybe we shouldn’t really… I don’t know….” They were just neighbors in the same building, and they didn’t know each other. There was no reason for Tim to make a point to try and stay friends with this buxom, and very forward woman who knew he had a weakness for her tits.

“We don’t have to be friends Tim,” she tugged at her blouse a little and he saw the wide black strap of her bra show as her top revealed more of her shoulder. “But you did something nice for me, so I want to do something nice for you by pointing out that you really can’t resist staring at my tits, and there’s a reason for that. It’s deep down inside you, it’s not me, it’s you. It’s why you’re still here, and it’s why you’re listening. You know what I’m saying is true, it’s why you’re listening. It’s also why you keep staring at my tits. And it’s why you’re noticing the more you try not to stare, the more your eyes keep going back to them. So tell me, are you the kind of guy that does that, or would you like to actually see me as a person?”

“You’re a person,” the gentle honey sweet softness of her voice had pulled him in. Just the sound of her words, and the smoothness of each one after the other, pulled him more completely into her own train of thought, and her logic sweetly stuck to his mind. “Of course I see you as a person.”

“So, if I’m a person,” she tugged at her blouse again and he saw a little bit more of her cleavage. Her soft, dusky voice was still warm, and smooth, “And you’re the kind of guy that seems me as a person, who wouldn’t just objectify me, especially because you do find my tits irresistible, then you wouldn’t want to just fantasize about me and turn me into a sex object, would you?”

“I mean, I wouldn’t want to do that, and I don’t think I would do that.” Her silken soft line of questions and observations, and the fact he felt himself trying to look into her eyes, but only staring more intently at her breasts, was making it hard for Tim to find his bearings.

“On one hand, you’re nice and polite, and very thoughtful Tim,” she tugged at the draw string on the ‘ful’ part of thoughtful. “And on the other hand, you really can’t resist my tits. And those things feel like they’re working against each other don’t they? They feel like two big forces that you realize you're stuck in the middle of. It feels like they’re  surrounding you now, and it feels like you can’t choose, or recognize which one is right, and which one was left you in the wrong place.”

Her cleavage was fully on display, her blouse was undone and open enough that all he saw was her breasts rising and falling with her breath, and he felt like was down in the middle of them, down in her cleavage, unable to look away, and unable to reconcile who he was or what he was doing…

“It feels like you’re stuck now doesn’t it Tim?” 

He did feel trapped and Lana’s breathy, melodic voice was so smooth, and so understanding, and he tried to look at her face, but the harder he tried to rest his gaze away from her breasts, the more he had to just keep staring.

“You feel confused and overwhelmed by everything, and it feels like you’re stuck in a maze, trapped by what you feel, and you feel, and every time you think of how you see yourself, you see what you’re doing and what you can’t look away from, and the more you stare at my tits, the more you think about if this is really who you are. You’re going around in circles, and you just can’t stop it now can you?”

Lana was right. He felt like a fish on a line now, and somewhere in their brief conversation, somehow she’d hooked him with her logic and her insight and all he could do was follow along, while also tiring himself out trying to look away from her breasts. His brain was tense and his emotions were confused. Everything she said was piling more conflicting truths and reflections of himself up in his mind and…

“But it’s okay Tim. Those two things are the same thing. They’re both the same impulse, and they work together. They’re a pair of behaviors, and they’re very big. Your big need to be kind, to be nice, and to be polite and the fact you need to stare at my tits are the same thing. They’re the same thing, the same need. You need to stare at my tits, because it’s only polite when I show them off. And you need to be polite and kind, because it feels good, just like it feels good to stare at my tits. You can’t resist things that feel good, you can’t resist the pleasure good things give you, and you need the good things, and the good deeds to fill a hole inside you. It’s okay Tim. It’s okay. Just relax. It’s okay. I understand you, just relax, it’s okay.”

Tim’s eyes closed and he took a deep breath as he just gave up on what was happening, cut free by her observations, her assertions, the gentle lull of her voice, and the steady, hypnotic rise and fall of her breasts.

“I understand you Tim, I understand what you need, and you know this now. You know what I’m saying just makes sense, and you’re agreeing with me because it makes sense to you. Just relax and listen, and you’ll feel so much more relaxed now the more you listen, because everything I’m saying just makes sense. And if it didn’t make sense we wouldn’t be here, so since we’re here and you’re finally getting to just relax and let it all go, then you know you’re just agreeing and relaxing, and agreeing to relax with me.”

Tim’s eyes were closed, and the gentle, endless patter of her voice was layering darkness upon darkness on his mind and his vision. He felt himself falling away into the softness of her voice, fitting between her words, like his eyes slid down and got lost in her cleavage. Everything was warm and soft, and easy to understand.

“I know you have a deep need to be nice, and you have a deep need to be kind and good. And I know you also have a powerful attraction to my breasts that you don’t understand, but it’s simple. Big tits are sexy, and my tits are very big so they’re very sexy, and that’s okay. It’s okay to stare at them when I show them off, and it’s okay to be sexually attracted to me and my breasts, but you have a girlfriend, and that’s good. It’s good that you love her, and it’s natural for you to be drawn to my tits. It was natural for you to masturbate thinking of them, but it’s not natural for you Tim, because you’re a good person, to objectify me like that and take advantage of my tits for your own pleasure. You feel bad about it ,but that’s okay. Think of the first time, or the first few times you did it, as my gift to you since you were so nice to me. Now, just relax, just feel good about enjoying my gift, knowing you haven’t done anything wrong. I bet it felt good, didn’t it?”

Tim felt a pang, a deep reverberating pang of self-awareness and opened his eyes partially. As he did, he felt his gaze drop from her sweet, supportive, smiling face, back down to her tits, down into her cleavage.

“I’ll take that as a yes, and now you can just let go again and close your eyes, it’s okay, just close your eyes again and sink back down into that nice, deep darkness of relaxation.”

He felt his eyelids fluttering, and his voice felt far away from his mouth, like it would take too long to talk, or answer.

“That’s it Tim, it’s okay,” her breasts rose and fell as she spoke, and his eyelids were getting heavier and heavier, too heavy for him to keep open, “That’s right, just close your eyes and listen, just keep relaxing, and it feels so good. So good to just relax and let go with me.”

He sank down into the deeper dark, and her voice was a warm golden light the swirled around his brain. “Since I’m a person and not a sex object Tim, since you like me and you see me as a person, since you want to make me happy just as much as you want to, no I’m sorry, just as much as you need to make me happy like you need to stare at my big tits, I want you to know it’s okay. It’s okay for me when you masturbate thinking about my tits, my big tits that you can’t resist. You’re going to do it because you can’t help yourself, like you can’t help being kind. It all feels good, and embracing the sexual desire and pleasure my irresistibly big tits makes you feel so good, especially because you know I want you to stare at them. You can stay just as relaxed, in fact you can relax even more, twice as much now, by just opening your eyes and staring at the irresistible tits we’re talking about.”

Tim wanted to stay down in the depths, but the appeal of her words, the sound of her voice, and the idea of staring at her sexy, irresistible tits pulled his eyes slowly and gently open.

“That’s it Tim, just like that. Stare at them and just feel the hold they have on you. It’s okay, it’s natural, and it’s good for you to stare at them when I want you to, and I’ll tell you a secret, you always want you to stare. I want you to stare at my irresistible tits because I want to be your friend and help you by giving you what you need. But I’m not a sex object, I’m a person and you’re my friend so you need to give me something in return so you’re not taking advantage of me or dehumanizing me. When you fantasize about my tits, when my irresistible tits work their way into your sexual fantasies, you can masturbate thinking about them, but Tim… listen very carefully and let my words sink in, okay?”

He blinked and felt the dissociative warmth of staring and listening, and couldn’t seem to work his way up to answering her.

“Just nod your head up and down because you agree. Agree and feel yourself become so much more relaxed.”

Tim’s chin moved a little and he felt a warm layer of fog fall over his unfocused heavy eyes, eyes that stared out at her deep cleavage. It was so nice there, so nice to just stare.

“That’s it Tim, it feels so much better to stare and agree, and agree by staring and relaxing. I’m going to tell you something that’s going to make you feel even better. I’m not your girlfriend and we’re not in a relationship, my tits are more like porn for you, and you’re a nice guy so you always pay for your porn, and that’s fair. You think it’s fair to pay for what you get, but I’m not going to make you ask for permission by paying up front. Just think about cumming for my tits now, and just think about giving me some compensation as a kind of tax, something you do afterwards. And you think that’s fair, it’s only when you do it, and it’s just you being responsible and paying your taxes because that’s the kind of guy you are. Nod when you agree and think this is fair.”

Tim felt some drool in the corner of his mouth and felt her swirling words wrapping around him until he was cocooned and consumed by her logic and the sound of her voice. His chin went up and down automatically as soon as she told him to.

“And since I’m fair too, we’ll just say it’s only ten dollars every time you cum thinking about my big, irresistible tits…”

* * *

“Hi Tim,” when he opened the door he ‘d expected to see Amy there since she’d just left. He assumed it was his girlfriend coming back for something she’d forgotten, or to use his bathroom again, he hadn’t expected…

Lana’s huge tits and deep cleavage were on full display in a soft, pale green, scoop necked summer dress. He couldn’t stop himself from staring down into her creamy, deep, freckled cleavage and had barely been able to look into her eyes once he saw who it was.

They stood there in silence for a long second before he willed himself to look back up at her smiling face and into her soft, welcoming, understanding eyes. “Uh, hi Lana, do you want to come in?”

She smiled, her hazel eyes looked greener because of her dress, and her warm, soft gaze held his focus… until he couldn’t help staring back down into her cleavage. “I would, but I wanted to invite you up so we could talk a little bit. I think it would be better if we talked in my apartment, after all I just saw Amy leave and when I saw her it reminded me I haven’t seen you since we had our last talk. Do you think you could come up in… fifteen minutes?”

Tim blushed, and he felt a tingle in his cock that felt unwanted, but irresistible. “I uh, yeah, sure, of course.”

“And Tim, it’s okay if you don’t have anything to give me, but we can talk about that when you,” a fingertip traced along her breast down into her cleavage, “come up.”

She didn’t say anything else after that, she just smiled at him, and left him floating in the sound of her dusky, soft, sultry voice, and the sight of her magnificent breasts.

Tim couldn’t help himself, he went into the bathroom, pulled down his pants, and with the sight of her fresh in his mind’s eye, he was cumming in no time. It was the sixth time he’d cum thinking about her in the last eight days, and at first it felt like he was just processing the strange conversation he couldn’t quite remember having with her. At first it felt like he was just working out the inappropriate sexuality of the situation, and he didn’t think he was going to actually pay her the ‘tax’ she’d suggested. But after the fifth time he realized that he really couldn’t stop thinking about her. More so, he found himself taking out a couple hundred dollars in twenties from the ATM.

He didn’t usually carry around cash, and he didn’t have a ton of extra spending money, but it was only fair to respect the terms she’d laid down. After all, Tim believed in paying for his porn, and if Lana was going to fill some of that part of his brain, then she should be compensated too.

But this couldn’t be something he did regularly, and he thought maybe once he actually gave her the money he’d see and feel how ridiculous it was. Or at least how weird and inappropriate it was, at least to his values.

He washed his hands, grabbed three twenties from the envelope he’d put his cash in his desk, and walked up to her room. Tim didn’t carry cash usually, and after he’d, in a sort of compulsive daze, taken the money out he didn’t know what to do with it.

“Hi, please come in,” she opened the door after he knocked, “how are you feeling Tim?”

The sound of her voice tickled against his brain in a surprisingly warm, and welcoming way, and she slowly ran her finger up and down her breast, tracing her cleavage as she spoke to him.

Tim couldn’t look away from her chest, and couldn’t resist the motion of her finger or the pronounced rising and falling of her breasts as she took long, deep breaths. “I’m… I brought you… uh….”

He took the money out of his pocket, and the act of it, the reality of it, compelled him to look away from her irresistible breasts, “Here’s um…”

She smiled and took the money from his hand, “I’m proud of you Tim, and I’m happy to have a friend that respects me the way you do. You’re a good, honorable person, and I know this must have been weird for you, and that’s okay. I want you to know that since you’ve done it once, it will be easier every time. I wanted to invite you up here to help you with this if you needed it, to maybe help you put a payment app on your phone to make things easier, but you don’t need that.” 

Lana stuck his money down into her cleavage, and as she did, his eyes followed it, and stayed focused there as she continued to speak.

“I’m surprised you didn’t either, I had a feeling you’d have a hard time following through with it, but you’re really a great friend and you’re really doing great with this. Six times is a lot, that’s almost every day, and it’s good for you Tim, it’s very good for you to let yourself have what you need, and you obviously really do need to think about my irresistibly huge tits. I’m so happy for you that you’ve accepted this side of yourself, and I’m so happy for you that you’re respecting my needs the way you’re respecting your own. You’re really nice, and you’re really good, and I don’t want you to feel weird about this. I don’t want you to feel awkward about the next time you pay me. Let’s sit down okay, I think we’d both be so much more relaxed and comfortable if we sat together, don’t you agree?’

Something about her presence, her warm, enthralling, sultry voice eased into his mind, and everything she said just seemed to make sense. Everything Lana said always made sense. Everything Lana explained was so logical, honest, and illuminating. Of course Tim wanted to sit with her, if only so he could try and talk to her and explain to her how he was feeling and what…

Her tits led him to the couch again, and she walked backward, as she guided him back to the site of their last big conversation. He followed her like a moth following a flame, and the easy grace of her movement made the strange slow walk to the couch even more surreal.

“Did you do it before you came up?” She asked him the question like someone sincerely asking how your day was going, and the dusky, genuine tone of her voice short-circuited his breast obsessed brain just like enough for him to say…

“Yes.”

She smiled, “I don’t have any change if you…”

“Oh, no… no it was… this was…” Tim blushed and the spell of her breasts was broken again and he looked up into her welcoming eyes. “No, this was, it’s…”

She smiled and laughed again, “No, it’s okay, I understand. Five times before today, that’s sill a lot of time with my tits on the mind and we haven’t even seen each other since last time.” 

Lana cupped under her heavy tits and pushed them up and together. The aggressive action erased whatever Tim was about to say, and he was going to say something important and sincere.

“I can tell you’re starting to relax into this relationship and this arrangement. I can tell it’s easy for you to let go of any of your hang-ups, and I can tell you’re just letting yourself feel so relaxed with me and our special situation can’t you?”

Lana pushed her tits up and lowered them slowly, miming a head nod that Tim followed, and as his head moved up and down with her tits, he felt himself relaxing just the way Lana said he was.

“And it just feels so good to be here talking, and relaxing even more. And it just feels so good to be open and accepting of yourself, and your deep needs to be nice, and to stare at my irresistible tits. And I think, and I’m sure you’ll agree, that it’s nice to recognize that the more you accept the hold my irresistible tits have on you, and the more you just relax and accept it, the more you just embrace how irresistible my huge tits are for you, the better you’ll feel, won’t you?”

Again her breasts went up and down, and again Tim nodded along, feeling everything she said coming true.

“And you want to feel good, because it feels good to be good, and it’s good to just give in to my irresistible tits as much as you can. And it’s good to deliver me my money, and not make me come and get it. In fact, I’m sure you’ll start to feel just as wonderful paying me as you will cumming for my irresistible tits. I’m sure once you pay me a few more times you’ll start to look forward to paying the tax just as much as you will fantasizing about my tits. You can see yourself doing that, can’t you Tim?”

She did lift her tits this time, she just gently rolled them together, pressing their mass together over and over, increasing the danger that they might just spill out of her dress.

“Yes,” Tim’s voice surprised him, but how could he say no to the sight of those tits. How could he think of arguing with words that sounded so right, and sounded so much like him.

“Now Tim, just relax and enjoy being here with me now. Just let yourself drink up even more of my truly irresistible tits so you can have even more to…”

Tim fell away from himself and sank down between those breasts while time just…

* * *

Weeks turned into months, and every Monday night Tim stopped by Lana’s unit with an envelope of twenties. At first it was under a hundred dollars a week, and it ate into his disposable income a little bit, but it was worth it. If anything, it helped him make some better choices with his money. But after a few more conversations with Lana, he cleared his first hundred dollar week, and then started averaging a hundred and forty to a hundred and sixty a week.

He always saw her when he paid, and she always had something on that made him immediately go down stairs and start racking up his next total, but the times she brought him inside and talked to him, the times her sultry voice infected his mind and turned everything into softness and silence, erasing all of the tension and concerns in his life for days and days after one little talk, those were the times he had to cum two or three times before he could fall asleep.

The sight of her tits filled his dreams sometimes too, and sometimes when he was working his mind would wander and start to flood with images of just the shape of her breasts and the vision of her cleavage. He obviously never touched them, or even saw her in anything less than being dressed, but other than sex with Amy, thinking about Lana’s tits was the only thing that got him off now.

But after an almost six hundred dollar tax month, where he was struggling to balance taking Amy out, his bills, and everything else, Tim realized he had to make a choice. Things with Amy were going well and he was happy with her and his life, he couldn’t sacrifice anything for the strange, extra-romantic relationship he had with Lana no matter how good it all felt. She was his friend thought, she’d understand, after all she always told him he could tell her anything.

“Hi Lana,” she was wearing a baggy, white, long sleeved vee neck blouse that hung off her incredible breasts and showed off her wonderful, freckled cleavage.  He’d seen her wear the shirt before, and it was hard not to…

No, he shook his head and handered her an envelope. It was lighter than the last ones, as he’d made a point, a difficult and almost painful point, to cut back to only once a day. “I know it’s not our usual day, but I wanted to talk to you about, well…”

He appreciated that she could tell this wasn’t a normal visit. She didn’t entice him to stare, or press his buttons, but she did hold a finger up to quiet him, “Let’s come in. Here, sit with me at the table, okay.”

Unlike every other time, she turned away from him and led him to a hard wooden chair, not the soft couch. Her voice was just as sweet and sultry, but there was a spark of a different kind of compassion and concern in her voice.

“You’ve been giving me a lot of money, and you’re realizing it adds up too fast and that you can’t afford it.” It wasn’t a question, they sat at her table across from each other, and there was some sadness, or resignation in her voice.

“Yeah, it’s… well… things with Amy are going good and I can’t, well, I can’t afford her and you. And I don’t want to have to choose but, things with you are… they’re not getting out of hand, it’s, it’s great and I always feel so good about, well everything, but…”

“It’s okay Tim. I understand. And I know that we’re going to still be friends, because if you stop, you stop, and you respect me too much to lie to me, and you respect me too much to objectify me. But I’m worried about you, because how good could things with Amy really be, how happy and fulfilled could you really be by her if you’re masturbating to nothing more than a little bit of my cleavage twice a day? I’m not saying this to be mean, I just… I just don’t want you to lie to yourself about why you’re making the choices you are, and I don’t want you to make a choice that’s wrong for you.”

Her voice felt like warm silk wrapping around his brain, and her hazel eyes were darker in the modest light away from the window. Everything she said sounded like a sincere worry, and every time she spoke in that intoxicating, dusky voice, it made her sweet and sultry words twist him around until he didn’t know if he was coming or going. He didn’t know when it happened, but at some point Tim found himself just silently nodding along and staring down into her cleavage like he always did.

“After all, my tits are only irresistible to you because they’re giving you something you need, and something Amy just doesn’t have. She can’t give you everything you’ve discovered that you need, because if you didn’t actually need my irresistible tits you wouldn’t be paying the tax, and I just want you to be happy Tim. I just want my sweet, kind, good friend to be happy, so I won’t argue or tell you you’re making the wrong choice, but I just want to say thank you for honoring my wishes and not objectifying me. You should also feel very good about being a good friend and telling me your needs. And you deserve something for that.”

Lana stood up, took off her top, unclasped her pastel pink bra, and let her two huge tits drop free.

“This is just a gift for you Tim, it’s a gift, because that’s what friends do. And it’s okay for you to go downstairs now and have one last orgasm thinking about my tits. You probably should too, after all, I don’t think it would be fair for you to have my tits on the brain when you see Amy later. I don’t want you to think about my tits while you’re fucking her later Tim. Don’t think about my irresistible tits when you fuck her tonight, and don’t just fuck her from behind so you can imagine it’s me. That’s not the kind of guy you are, and I wouldn’t want you to start doing that now, especially when you’ve done such a good job of keeping us separate.”

It was true, somehow Lana and Amy were both compartmentalized on his head, and Lana taking her top off just seemed so nice and so thoughtful. He stared at those huge, bare breasts as his cock rocketed to full stiffness, and as Lana softly, always so softly, talked to him about not thinking about her while he fucked his girlfriend, he felt the pressure building and building.

“I just want you to feel good, because you’re a good friend Tim. I just want you to relax, and let yourself just feel good. You deserve to feel good, and to be happy, and feeling good makes you so happy. It’s okay to be happy, it’s okay to relax and just feel good now Tim.”

It happened on its own, he came in his pants and as he did, Lana just rubbed her tits together and said the word “relax” over and over until it was all done.

Before he could say anything, before the post orgasmic clarity descended on him, Lana’s dusky voice tangled him back up and swallowed all of his fears and all of his anxieties. “It’s okay Tim, that wasn’t your fault, you just know deep down inside that my tits are irresistibly sexy and they give you something special. It was only natural that you’d do that, and it’s okay. You can just relax, go downstairs and clean up, then probably work the last of me and my irresistible tits out of your system, then not think about me while you’re fucking your girlfriend. It’s okay Tim, just relax, it’s okay. You can leave now, you need to leave now, don’t change your mind about me and my irresistibly huge tits. Don’t change your mind about how you feel, or the hypnotic sway my breasts have over you and your cock.”

Tim did leave. He did just what Lana said, almost to a tee, and as he did, he realized there really was something hypnotic about her breasts. Tim accepted that Lana’s tits had put him into some kind of hypnotic trance, an irremissible hypnotic tit trance, and it just made sense, she was right, that was the easiest way to describe it. Tim realized thanks to Lana’s logic and her passing observation, that he really was hypnotized by her huge breasts. Lana’s huge breasts were irresistibly hypnotic, and Tim really was hypnotized by them. He’d just explain that to her, and since she was his friend he’d ask her not to use them on him, or use that to take advantage of him or dehumanize him with her ability to entrance him completely with her breasts.

Of course she wouldn’t do that to him, they were friends, they had an open and honest friendship build on clear communication and expectations of each other. 

Lana was wonderful, and… something stuck in Tim’s mind, something he never really thought about before, she was sweet and caring, and smart and thoughtful, and she was beautiful and had amazing tits that he found completely irresistible, and she was… single, and…

No, their friendship had some strange nuances but it was also extremely practical. Her hypnotic tits, and his needs were just an intersection of practicality, and they recognized it and made it work. Now they’d just make their friendship work in different ways. After all, every time they talked they always had a lot to talk about, and Lana was so easy to listen to. It was so easy to just listen to her sultry voice, and she was such a great listener too, she had a way of just getting Tim to open up and share and talk about…

As he showered before Amy came over, Tim realized that he didn’t really know what it was that they talked about exactly. Sometimes time was a blur with Lana and he didn’t really remember all the details, but when they did spend time together they spent hours just talking…

It was so easy to listen to Lana, her logic and reasoning always made sense, everything she said just made perfect sense…

* * *

“Can we… um… I didn’t um… well…” Tim held out an envelope that Lana gently pushed away.

“Come inside Tim, let’s go sit on the couch and you just hold on to that for now okay.” It was early enough on Sunday morning that it made sense for Lana to still be in her cream colored silk bathrobe, and when she took her place across from Tim she made a point to actually try and conceal some of her cleavage that was trying to spill out.

Tim sat down across from her and fidgeted with the envelope.

“So,“ as he fidgeted with the envelope she tugged more on her robe to make sure she wasn’t showing any skin, “what do you want to talk about?”

“I… uh, I just wanted to give you this and… I just…”

“Just relax Tim, just take a deep breath and relax,” Lana’s soft smile, and her gentle, delicate words started to calm him as soon as she started to speak. “Did… did something happen?”

“I didn’t… I don’t know what… what the rate is for… for um, I just kind of guessed and didn’t want to…”

“It’s okay Tim, just relax, just relax and let go. It’s okay, just relax, I think I know what happened but if I ask you, you have to answer me honestly like you always do.“

Her hazel eyes were so calming and her voice was so soothing, just like it always was, and every time she asked him to relax, every time she told him to relax, he felt himself focusing on those welcoming, warming eyes , and he felt himself take a deep breath that washed a wave of relaxation over him.

“You understand, and you like being honest. Just focus on our friendship, focus on how you trust me, and just relax okay. Just take another deep breath, and just let go of all of your worries, and remember that I trust you, and remember that you trust me.”

Lana’s eyes held him in the dim morning light, and as he stared deeper into her eyes, her words kept coming, always in her sultry, dusky, sympathetic voice, “You did the right thing coming up to see me, you did the right thing coming to talk to me, and you know it’s because I understand you. You needed to talk to me, just like you needed to do something else. And Tim, it’s okay, we all have needs, and you’ve respected your own needs and my needs, you’ve been such a good and honorable friend to me, that’s why you know I can help you. So just keep relaxing now, relaxing and letting go of any of your doubts and fears, and just be honest with me like you always are. Will you be honest with me Tim? Honest like you always are?”

It had become so easy to talk to Lana over the last few months, even as his fantasies about her had drained his disposable income, and even as their strange relationship and agreement put in an unsustainable place, whenever he talked to her, whenever he saw her, it was always just so easy to talk, and to listen. Lana’s eyes held him still, and he felt drained, not as relaxed as he usually was, but drained, like her voice had eased the burden of his tension, but it had still taken its toll on him, and now, now he couldn’t think of doing anything else but be honest, “Yes.”

The one simple word lifted another weight from his shoulders, and she smiled as he felt himself sink down into her couch a little more.

“Did you think about me and my irresistible tits again, even though you said you were done?” As she spoke, she brushed a stray strand of hair from her cheek, and to Tim’s eyes it looked like she also pointed directly at her eye as she asked him the question.

He stared deeper and deeper into her eyes, and he let her gaze and her softness open him up to let his answer come up, “I did. But… it was…”

“It’s okay Tim, was it before you were with Amy, or After?” Her voice brushed softly on his brain, smooth as silk, delicately caressing his thoughts and easing him deeper into her eyes, deeper into honesty.”

“I, I brought you money, but I didn’t know how much because…” It was a defense mechanism, something deeper inside himself found another honest answer, and part of him needed to deflect. 

He tried to hand her the money again, and this time she took it, “Tim, there’s three hundred dollars in here., you couldn’t have…”

He watched her smile in a softer, deeper, more sympathetic way than before, “I understand, Tim. Now if you want me to take the money, you have to tell me exactly what happened.”

He needed her to take the money, he needed it to be a part of their agreed relationship. If she took the money, it would absolve him, it would make it what it was, nothing more and nothing less.

“On Friday, when she came  over, when he had sex, I couldn’t stop thinking about you. The more I tried not to think about your tits, the more they were just in my head, and eventually… eventually, I turned her over, and I fucked her from behind so I could imagine it was you.”

“Oh Tim,” she put the money on the coffee table, but on her side of it. “I never should have shown you my tits, and I never should have told you not to do that. I’m so sorry I put that idea in your head, and I’m so sorry that the money… well… Tim, did you make her cum while you were thinking about me?”

His eyes dropped, and he looked away from her, “I… yes.”

“Well I’m sorry Tim, but the money isn’t enough. I mean, we never talked about what that kind of tax rate would be, because money isn’t, it’s not that there isn’t enough money, it’s that it’s not enough for just money. You made another woman cum while you were thinking about me, and I’m sure you came didn’t you? How many times did this happen?”

He was still looking away from her, lost in the memories, “Three times.”

“And did she cum every time? Did you make her cum a lot Tim? I’m sure you did because you’re that kind of guy, but you need to tell me. Close your eyes and remember now. Close your eyes, relax, and tell me the truth like you always do.”

There was an undeniable persistence in her words, and her sultry voice had infected him, compelling him to tell her everything, and the more he spoke, the softer and tighter her silken voice wrapped around him. His eyes closed, and he fell into the darkness, remembering the sounds Amy made, the feel of her body, and how insatiable he was all night as thoughts of Lana’s irresistible tits filled his mind.

“Yes, I… I fucked her brains out.”

He felt strangely proud talking about his sexual exploits and smiled while his eyes remained closed. The surreal nature of the conversation made it easier for him to disassociate, in fact it was easier for Tim to do that than be wholly present.

“Oh Tim, open your eyes and look at me, look me in the eyes Tim, this is important.” Her words, delicate and soft as ever, irresistibly coaxed his eyes open and led him to stare deep into her eyes. “I’m so sorry, but money can’t make up for that. You made another woman cum over and over again while you thought about me, and that’s just…”

Her robe fell open and her naked tits spilled out in front of him, “That’s not fair to me, is it?”

The sudden rush of blood to Tim’s cock made him light headed and his eyes fell down to her Lana’s bare breasts, completely entranced as the teasing, throb of climax started to build just be seeing them. He gasped as she revealed them, and he moaned as the pleasure built and built up in his balls.

It was amazing that, unlike last time, he didn’t immediately climax in his pants again.

“You cheated on Amy with me, and I wasn’t even there,” her tone took on a teasing lilt while keeping its softness, “you made her cum over an dover while you thought about my irresistible breasts. You were emotionally, and physically unfaithful, and I didn’t even get to cum, not even once Tim. That’s not fair.”

His first instinct was, as always, to agree with her logic, and maybe she was right, maybe it wasn’t fair, but… “I didn’t cheat on Amy, I…”

“Oh Tim,” she cupped under one huge tit with one hand, then slowly started to trace a spiraling circle around the nipple with her other hand. “We both know that you did, and you need to be honest with yourself before you can be honest with me. Just relax and listen to me Tim, just relax and let go of what you want to be true and listen. You’re so good at listening, you’re so good at being my good friend Tim, and since I’m your friend, you can trust me to tell you the truth. You cheated on your girlfriend with me in every way that matters. You came inside her thinking of me, you fucked her over and over again wishing it was me, and that’s because you need me. You need my huge, irresistible tits.”

She cupped and pushed together her breasts, “Amy gave you what you thought you wanted, but as soon as you saw these the first time you realized they were more than what you wanted, they’re what you need. You need me, you need my irresistible tits. They’ve hypnotized you Tim, my breasts have hypnotized you with your own deepest needs, and you can’t resist them, it’s why you cum for me, and it’s why you keep coming back to me, and it’s why you came inside Amy thinking about me. Just look at them Tim, look at their irresistible, hypnotic perfection, and just admit it, my tits hypnotized you into cheating on your girlfriend with me in every way that actually matters.”

Tim’s breath was shallow, and it felt like he was on the edge of cumming, and as Lana cupped and massaged her massive breasts as she spoke, he felt himself agreeing with her the way he always did. Her tits were so… so hypnotic, and the longer she talked, and the more she toyed with them, the more he realized that she was right.

“I need to hear you say it Tim,” as she squished and massaged her tits together he wished, as he frequently fantasized, that he could slide his cock between them.

“I… you’re right. I cheated on Amy.... with you…”

“And,” Lana pinched a nipple and her voice was a delicate nudge that pushed him into what he needed to say.

“And it…” he felt the deep ache of being right on the edge of cumming,, “it wasn’t… fair.”

She had put the idea in his head, she’d put the words in his mouth, and hier logic was perfect, her logic and her reasoning always made perfect sense.

Lana stood up and dropped her robe to the ground, she was naked under it, “Now you understand why money isn’t enough, and what you actually owe me. Lie down on the floor Tim. No, leave your pants on, you won’t need to take them off.”

He paused, but she pushed her tits together again and said, “You can’t resist the hypnotic sway my tits have on you, but more than that, you can’t resist your need to be a good person and a good friend. It’s only fair Tim, it’s only right. You already cheated on Amy, there’s no going back from that, there’s just you doing the right thing now. And the right thing Tim, the fair thing, is to lie down flat in your back and make me cum.”

Tim watched the ever increasingly hypnotic jiggle and sway of her breasts, and slowly, without any conscious choice on his part, he did what he was told. 

As Lana straddled him and lowered her pussy over his face, her wetness and her heat kissed his lips. She moaned as soon as she felt him kiss her back, and his tongue started to slowly caress her lips, teasing her clit as her wetness smothered him. She was as aroused as him, and for a fleeting moment before the taste of her pleasure flooded his mouth, Tim realized this was the first time they ever physically touched.

Tim’s hands moved up to her hips, but she pushed them away and ground herself on his face, wordlessly telling him what to do, and what not to do. He laid there on the ground, kissing, sucking, and licking as she adjusted herself on him over and over, shifting slightly every time she came. Tim responded to her with a  compulsion that came from the base of his skull, and with a will that felt like it came from outside of his own thoughts. It felt necessary and irresistible to keep going, and even as he was overwhelmed with her taste, and even as he wanted to stop, he couldn’t.

But slowly, eventually, Lana slide off of his face and down to his legs, her tits, dangling over his cock that bulged in his pants, “Do you want me to make you cum Tim?”

“Yes,” he answered without a thought.

“Well then,” she unzipped him, and unbuckled his belt but didn’t pull his cock free. She didn’t have to, it stuck out of the flap of his boxers and stood bolt upright, “you’re going to have to pay the tax for that too. And it’s more than money. Will you pay the tax Tim?”

Her breast brushed against the head of his cock and he moaned, “Yes, uh… oh please… yes.”

“You’ve given me money, you’ve cheated on your girlfriend for me, now there’s only one thing left that you could pay me, there’s only one thing left that I wasn’t.” Lana’s sultry, silken smooth voice was nothing compared to the warm, softness of her tits as she engulfed his cock. “When I make you cum, you’re going to pay for it with your relationship. You’re going to lie to Amy, you’re not going to say anything about me, you’re just going to tell her that you need more than she can give you. You’re going to sacrifice your relationship for me, because my hypnotic tits are irresistible, and you need to do this, don’t you?”

She fucked his impossibly hard shaft between her massive breasts, repeating two words over and over, “Don’t you?’

Up and down her breasts went, swallowing him up until he said “Yes.”

Then, she pushed them together again, looked down into his eyes and said, “Cum.”

Everything inside Tim emptied out in one breathtaking explosion between Lana’s tits, and he closed his eyes as the radiant ecstasy of her breasts washed over him. He fell asleep on her floor for a time, and woke up to her sitting on his chest, her breasts swaying back and forth in front of his eyes.

“Just watch my hypnotic tits swinging back and forth, just watch them with your eyes Tim, you can’t look away. You know they’re hypnotic now, you understand why they’re so irresistible now,  and it’s too late to stop, so just let them hypnotize you deeper and deeper into obsession with them. Let my hypnotic tits hypnotize you into complete and total obsession with me, after all, I’, everything you need, I’m the only thing you need. As you watch them swing back and forth, so hypnotic, and so enthralling, as you sink deeper and deeper under their sway, you can realize you’ve never really loved anyone else before, not really, not the way you love me…”

His cock was swelling up again, and his mind was exquisitely empty. When he was fully hard again from watching her swaying hypnotic tits, and her dusky, soft, loving words caressing his identity into being what she wanted, Tim felt Lana’s wet warmth envelope him. He stared at them, entranced and hypnotized, speechless, mindless, and blank, as she started bouncing up and down on him, slowly at first then faster and faster, all the time talking to him in her soft, sultry tone.

“Cum for me now, cum at my command and only my command now,” the words were hot in his ear, and his body obeyed instantly, his hips pushing up, his voice nothing but a deep grunt of need and relief as it happened.

“Good boy Tim, now pay the tax. I want you to go downstairs, and call her to break up with her. I want you to have my taste on your lips, and my juices all over your cock when you pay the tax.”

She gently brought a nipple to his lips as she said those words, and as he started to suck and lick and kiss her irresistibly hypnotic breasts, first one, then the other, he knew he’d do whatever Lana said. He knew, because he had no choice, he couldn’t resist her irresistibly hypnotic tits, and he couldn’t deny her anything, he loved her too much to ever say no.