This story is pretty much true as written.
My name is Amber. I am 29 years old and for the past six months I have been "dating" a guy named Keith. Dating does not really describe what we do, as we have a somewhat unique relationship. Keith likes me being his big tit slut and I like being his slut, so when we are together, that is what I am. I dress the way he wants me to dress, in public and in private, and he uses me for his sexual pleasure whenever, wherever and however he chooses. In return, he foots the bill for whatever we spend together and he treats me with gentleness and respect in public. In private, while he treats me like a sex object when he want me as one, which is the way I like it, we have a great relationship and get along great. We both have our own apartments and have lives away from each other. I am a slut only with Keith and have sex only with Keith or whomever Keith tells me to have sex with, which has happened a few times. This is a story of my first night with Keith.
I am very shy and introverted, and have been this way my whole life. Around men I have little confidence and am very insecure. I am not sure why I am like this; as I love men, love being the attention of a man and love giving pleasure to a man. I especially love to give head and have my mouth used for the pleasure of my man. When I am on my knees between a man's legs sucking his cock I feel the most fulfilled as a woman. I also think I am darn good at it. I am very orgasmic and it does not take much to get me to cum. I cum nearly every time, and at the exact moment, that a man cums in my mouth. I do not really ever need a man to do much to get me to cum. Just using me for his pleasure and his getting off, is generally sufficient. I also prefer to be used and fucked versus being made love to. It always seems so awkward afterward when men try to get all lovey dovey, but so clean and final when the sex is done and there is no emotions getting in the way. It actually feels more honest for me when the man comes and is done with me. What can I say, I am a little messed up, which is why my arrangement with Keith is perfect.
What I am not good at is going out and meeting men. Almost every man I meet comes through my work as an x-ray technician at a sports medicine facility. 90% of the people coming to the office are men and I get to spend some alone time with each of them as I do their x-rays. At work I wear a blue smock, which is not what anyone would call attractive, however, I have a very distinct body, which the smock can hardly hide. I have always had a rather large chest, EE cup, which gets me a lot of attention and flirting from my clients. The rest of me is generally well proportioned; I am curvy in all the right places, but my tits are what EVERYONE notices first about me. Maybe my bust size is nature's way of helping me over my insecurity. My tits are like giant lures bringing men to me so I don't have to be outgoing and witty. I also do not have many female friends, so no one to really confide in. Writing down some of my stories for the Literotica readers is my sort of therapy helping me work through who I am the way I am and why I do the things I do. Reading the adventures of other girls who have similar lives to mine is very reassuring. Would appreciate any feedback from readers on my stories or my lifestyle. Hope you like them.
Keith was a patient at my clinic. He had come in for a sprained ankle he got playing in a pick-up basketball game at the YMCA. He was 35 years old and newly separated from his wife. He was very well built and clearly spent considerable time in the gym. What most attracted me to him was his confidence. He acted like he was a long lost friend and bantered non-stop with me. He even made a joke that my breast size was due to all the radiation I must absorb. He had me blushing several times. When the x-ray was over he told me he wanted to see me again, so we made a date for Friday night. He told me I needed to come up with an outfit a bit more flattering to my figure, than my smock. We both laughed.
