I had a dream

Maddiexxx

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Each night as I drift off to sleep I return to my place of pleasure
A sultry,exotic,opulent nightclub
And my place on the wall......
I slip behind ,and position myself comfortably against the wall .....
The black velvety textured surface ,soft against my skin as I place my large breasts through the holes provided .....a perfect fit
My breasts are adjusted and nipples prepared ...
Ready for the customers .....
Anyone care to play
 
Each night as I drift off to sleep I return to my place of pleasure
A sultry,exotic,opulent nightclub
And my place on the wall......
I slip behind ,and position myself comfortably against the wall .....
The black velvety textured surface ,soft against my skin as I place my large breasts through the holes provided .....a perfect fit
My breasts are adjusted and nipples prepared ...
Ready for the customers .....
Anyone care to play

Play?
 
The members of the club mill around, drinks in hand, each sampling. Some evenings it's a new pair; those tend to get the largest groups. Others head for their favorite.

The wall is dimly lit - with lighting over each space allowing each member to inspect, visually savor each set of breasts displayed. As a pair is inserted through the wall attendants - who themselves are topless - prepare each set. Fragrant ungents are first applied, ensuring the delicate, silky skin stays that way. A special separate ointment is carefully rubbed into each nipple. This has an effect of causing them to protrude - erect and most sensitive to the slightest touch.

Pairs are graded by size, firmness, heft and sensitivity. Pairs of breasts that are consistently graded the highest have small brass plaques above where they are thrust through the wall. Your plaque was placed by an attendant above your set, and she begins the ritual of applying the initial oils.
 
I sidle over - I watch the attendant ready my favorite pair of breasts. A waitress comes over with a fresh drink on a silver platter - her breasts bare, a short skirt whose hem ends just above her Venus mound. I thank her, concentrating as the attendant applies the other set of oils onto your nipples.

They perk up, erect and gorgeous. Your aureole crinkles at first - you have very pronounced areolar glands that I always find charming.

I smile at the attendant - put my glass on the shelf provided - she adds a small amount of the oil to my outstretched finger tips.

The oil is cool, and produces a slight tingle. I apply it to your nipples, pinching them slightly, rolling them between thumb and forefinger.

The attendant had left a small towel next to my drink - those towels get replaced regularly. Soft high count cotton, deeply napped, I use it to remove the excess oil from my fingers.

I take another sip of my drink - feeling mischievous I allow a drop of icy cold condensation fall from the glass onto your left breast - watch as you shiver, and the drop slowly rolls down the aureole, then to your erect nipple.

I lean over and gently puff a breath onto your breast - providing a moist warmth to counterbalance the chill of the icy drop.
 
It's early yet, and as I've said - these are my favorite pair. I know how sensitive they are - many the time I've brought the owner to orgasm by playing, nibbling, teasing those gorgeous nipples.

I motion to the attendant - we have a short discussion, and I give her a nice tip. She produces a pair of freshly charged bullet vibes.

I turn them on, and start to tease - lightly brush the underside of those fantastic tits - followed by a caress - then run just the tips of them on the now very pronounced aureoles. I can hear quiet moaning from behind the wall - and I grin.
 
As I play the attendant returns with a couple of items that she knows I like to use. In the meantime I pull a rolled package from my jacket pocket - lay it on the shelf, unroll it to expose the contents.

To follow the vibes I pick a fine camel hair brush. I have brought several - I start with the set with the finest point.

I amuse myself, teasing, brushing the tip lightly over first one nipple - then down the marvelous cleavage displayed.

I hear a muffled "Please..." from behind the wall. I continue with the brush one handed - but then pick up an ice cube with the other.

I rub it around your nipple - I hear another muffled groan from behind the wall.
 
One ice is in play - well. I rub the corner of the ice cube in a slow circle around your nipple - water drips down your breast, small trickles flow to your ribs. I hear you sigh.

Again the free hand - I put the brush down, pick up the lit candle the attendant had left for me. Carefully - not too far up, not too close - a drip of hot wax on the nipple that had been chilled with the ice cube.

You pull away a bit - I reach out and pinch your other nipple. A louder grown this time - and I put the candle back into its holder.

Poor sweet nipple - I bring my lips to it and kiss it - flick the wax away with my tongue.
 
The oil on your nipple feels cool, tingly on my lips and tongue. I reach to my package and take another camel hair brush - the tip is larger, not as pointed, the hairs spread out.

I tickle your breasts starting from their underside - then the sides - along the tops. I leave your nipples alone for the moment.

I place my left hand under your left breast and enjoy the heft, the softness; I gently lift and simultaneously caress. Brush in my right hand I lightly tease the nipple of the breast I have in my hand. I feel you relax, revel in the pleasure. I gently, slowly rhythmically squeeze then release the hand I'm holding your breast with - an almost milking motion.

You lean forward into the wall, presenting even more of your breasts to me. And being the tease that I am I turn the brush in my hand - when I've squeezed your breast use the tip of the brush handle and tap it against your nipple. You squeal at the change.

I bend over and once again kiss your nipple - purse my lips around it, suckle.
 
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