The present I got my boyfriend for his birthday might make some people call me the best girlfriend ever. But I did it for me as much as for him. I got off on this big time.
My name is Casey. I'm 21 and work at the lingerie store at the mall. As well as the sexy underwear, we also stock a small number of sex toys at the back of the store. We're not your typical seedy sex shop, but even the few vibrators and strap-ons we have get you used to a fairly liberal clientele. And that's not to mention my co-workers. They're three of the most sex-obsessed girls I've ever met.
Jenna is my manager. She's tall, black, and her huge boobs, despite their size, still sat perky on her slender body. I soon learned what a fun place to work this would be after Jenna, rather than discouraging any talk on risqué topics, actively encouraged it. She had some of the dirtiest stories to tell herself.
As big as Jenna's tits were, they had nothing on Nadia's. Apparently the store we worked at was the only place in town where she could get bras that fit. Nadia was the shortest of us, and she carried a little extra plumpness. She carried it well though. She had this look she could do, a look of pure rampant desire. If she looked at you like that I don't think you had much chance of not fucking her. I'd seen it a couple of times on nights out and she always got her man when she pulled that look. It made me go weak at the knees and I wasn't even the target. Jenna told me that Nadia had done things filthier than even Jenna herself had, she just didn't brag about like Jenna did.
Amy was the princess. She had long blonde princess hair and delicate pointed features. Her tits were still handfuls, but not as noticeably large as Jenna's or Nadia's. Maybe that was because the rest of her body was so perfect. She looked so delicate that she might break if you hit her too hard. Every inch of her soft skin looked like it had been crafted personally by God. She was no angel though, no matter how innocent she looked.
So, why have I just spent time describing my co-workers, especially focusing on their tits. Well, I know my boyfriend, Adam, loves big tits. We've watched porn together and I know he likes his breasts big, bold and bouncy.
I have A-Cups.
We love each other but I know I can never make all his big-boobed fantasies come true... but my co-workers could. They had three of the best pairs in the state. They'd heard me describe how good Adam could fuck me numerous times. How perfect I thought his cock was. They loved sex. They were down to give my boyfriend the birthday present of a lifetime.
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It was after closing time and the mall was empty. The lights in our store were off at the front and dimmed at the back near the changing rooms. It was almost time.
I sat a chair facing the three changing rooms we had. A red curtain was drawn across each room. Waiting.
I wandered to the front of the store to see if Adam was on time. Sure enough he was there, trying not to look too shifty waiting in from of the store's ultra sexy window display. Perfect.
I unlocked the door and beckoned to him to hurry inside. He looked shocked to see me in only a silky black kimono.
"Happy birthday, baby," I purred, pulling him into a kiss.
"H-hey," he stammered. "What's with the outfit? N-not that I'm complaining."
I just smiled a wicked smile and led him by the hand to the back of the store. I pushed him down into the chair facing the changing rooms and straddled his lap, settling my pussy, covered only in a thin black thong, teasingly over his stirring crotch.
"I wanted to get you the best birthday present I could," I whispered in his ear. "And I know how much you love big, juicy, tits."
He made to protest that my tits were fine and that he loved them. He was sweet. I placed a finger to his lips and told him so.
"If you want to make me happy tonight all I ask of you is that you enjoy me present. Enjoy it fully, without a second thought. Let yourself go. I promise, you'll still have these to play with later tonight," and with that I slid my kimono off my shoulders, revealing my tiny tits, my nipples pointed out and hard as glass.
Adam tried to take a nipple into his mouth but I abruptly jumped up off him.
"You're going to play a game today," I told him. "You are going to have to guess the bra sizes of my co-workers. Get it right and... you get to keep their bra. Oh, and they're not wearing much else apart from their bra."
The look on Adam's face was a mix of disbelief, apprehension, and absolute arousal.
"Just one thing first," I said and took his limp arms and quickly handcuffed his wrists behind the chair. "You can't move from this chair for the show... and no hands allowed... for now."
"You sure this is okay, Casey?" he managed to choke out; his erection fighting his natural tendency to be a gentleman.
"Absolutely okay," I replied. "Don't ask me again. Now come on out, Jenna!"
The first curtain drew back and Jenna stepped out. Her smile was dirty and electric. She was wearing an embroidered green plunge bra and matching green thong. Adam couldn't keep his eyes off her tits which gently bounced and threatened to spill out with each step.
"Nice bra, huh? The tits aren't bad either. So what size do you think they are? You only need the cup size."
"Erm, D Cup?" mumbled Adam transfixed.
I kicked him in the shin.
"D Cup!?" I asked. "Are you looking at the floor or her tits. They're way bigger than that."
"I'm insulted," said Jenna with a fake pout. "Casey told us you loved big tits, guess she was wrong. Guess again. That's the only life we're gonna give you."
"Alright, alright," said Adam, now concentrating hard. "F Cup?"
Jenna smiled and walked seductively towards where Adam sat. She stretched a slender leg over Adam's and sat across him. The thin thong she wore was barely stretched over her pussy. You could see where her skin got lighter just around the hem of the material.
Jenna looked Adam dead in the eye. "Correct," she announced. She leaned back and reached one hand behind her back. Next second her bra had fallen away.
She leaned back and shook her tits at Adam. They were so big and the bounce that went through them with each shake of her shoulders was even making me wet. I could see Adam's bound wrists straining at the cuffs. He wanted badly to plunge his hands into them, grab them, feel her tits squeezing between his fingers. He wanted to pinch her large, dark nipples.
"Shame about the no hands rule, isn't it?" I said. "But... and Jenna agrees with me... there definitely isn't a no touching rule."
Jenna did what she had been longing to do. She rocked forwards and buried Adam's face between her tits.
I slipped a hand inside my thong as I watched him lose himself in them. He was going nuts. He didn't know whether to lick, suck, bite or nibble. Jenna laughed and laughed, pushing her tits together, smothering his face.
I noticed the dark stain of pre-cum soaking through his jeans. Loathe as I was to stop touching myself, I had to move the show along. He couldn't cum just yet.
"Alright, Jenna, lay off him."
Still, giggling dirtily, Jenna dismounted my boyfriend and came over to join me. I saw Adam enjoying the view of her scarcely covered ass as she walked.
