Sarah stepped out of her apartment without a bra for the first time in years, the thin white tank top clinging to her full tits like a second skin. Her nipples poked out stiff and obvious, rubbing against the cotton with every step. She felt exposed and filthy right away, the cool morning air tightening them further until they ached.
She walked to the subway knowing exactly what she was doing. No bra meant her heavy breasts swayed freely, the fabric sliding over her sensitive skin and sending little shocks straight down to her cunt. By the time she reached the platform, her panties were damp. A guy across from her kept staring, his eyes locked on the twin points pushing out her top. She didn't look away. She shifted her shoulders so her tits moved more, letting him see how hard and dark her nipples had gotten.
At the office she kept her jacket on at first, but the heat made her peel it off. Her boss, Mark, noticed immediately. His gaze dropped straight to her chest and stayed there. "Sarah," he said, voice low, "you look different today." She leaned forward on purpose, letting the tank top gap so he could see the full curve and the way her nipples strained against the material. "Just felt like going braless," she answered, direct and dirty. "My tits feel better this way."
Mark closed the door to his office. "Show me." She pulled the tank top up slowly, baring her breasts completely. Her nipples were dark pink, stiff, begging to be touched. He didn't waste time. His hands cupped her, thumbs flicking over the hard buds until she moaned. "Fuck, they're so sensitive without a bra," she breathed. He pinched one nipple hard and she felt her pussy clench and get wetter.
He bent her over his desk, yanking her skirt up and her panties aside. Two fingers shoved straight into her soaked cunt while his other hand kept working her nipples, twisting and pulling until she was pushing back against him. "You went braless on purpose, didn't you?" he growled. "Wanted someone to notice these slutty tits." She nodded, gasping as he added a third finger, fucking her rough and fast. Her nipples dragged against the wood of the desk with every thrust, the friction making her cry out.
Mark pulled his cock out and slammed into her in one stroke. She was dripping, taking every inch while he reached around to grab her bare tits again, squeezing them hard and rolling the nipples between his fingers. Each pinch sent a jolt straight to her clit. He fucked her deep and relentless, the desk shaking, her braless tits swinging freely beneath her. "Tell me how it feels," he ordered. "Feels fucking filthy," she panted. "My nipples are so hard they hurt, and my cunt's dripping down my thighs because everyone can see I'm not wearing a bra."
He flipped her onto her back, yanked the tank top higher, and sucked one nipple into his mouth while he kept pounding her. His tongue lashed the stiff peak, teeth grazing it just enough to make her arch and beg. She came hard, cunt pulsing around his cock, nipples throbbing from the attention. He pulled out at the last second and painted her bare tits with thick ropes of cum, rubbing it into her skin and over her still-hard nipples with his fingers.
Sarah left the office braless again, cum drying on her chest under the thin top, nipples still visible and tender. Every step reminded her what she'd started. She knew she'd do it again tomorrow.
