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The Seductive Encounter

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I stood in front of the mirror, my hands gently caressing my breasts, feeling the softness of my skin. I smiled at my reflection, knowing that Matthew was going to love what he was about to see. My name is Melissa, and I’ve known Matthew for years. We were friends, and after both going through recent breakups, we decided to become something more—fuck buddies. It was a mutual agreement, a way to satisfy our physical needs without the complications of a relationship. And I was more than happy to oblige, especially when I discovered Matthew’s particular fetish.

I had always been confident about my body, and my ample breasts were one of my favorite assets. They were perfectly round, full, and heavy, with large, dark nipples that hardened at the slightest touch. I knew men found them irresistible, and Matthew was no exception. He had a thing for breasts, especially when it came to titty-fucking.

As I dressed for the evening, I chose a revealing outfit, wanting to tease and tempt him from the moment he laid eyes on me. I slipped into a sheer black lace bra that barely contained my generous cleavage, pushing my breasts together to create a deep, inviting valley. The bra struggled to support my heavy breasts, and I knew it would be a challenge for him to keep his hands off me. I paired it with a short, tight skirt that hugged my curves and showcased my long, toned legs. A pair of black stockings and high heels completed the look, making me feel like a vixen, ready to seduce and be seduced.

I arrived at Matthew’s place, a bottle of wine in hand, feeling a familiar flutter in my stomach. He opened the door, his eyes immediately locking onto my revealing outfit. I could see the desire in his gaze as he took in my appearance, his eyes traveling from my face down to my exposed cleavage.

“Wow, Melissa,” he said, his voice hoarse with want. “You look incredible.”

I smiled, feeling a rush of power at his reaction. “All for you, Matthew. I thought we could have a little fun tonight.”

He stepped aside, inviting me in. “Oh, I intend to have a lot of fun, believe me.”

As I entered his apartment, I could sense his eyes on me, taking in every curve and sway of my body. I poured us each a glass of wine, my fingers slightly trembling as I handed him his. Matthew took a sip, his eyes never leaving my face, and then my breasts.

“So, tell me, Matthew,” I said, leaning against the kitchen counter, my legs slightly parted. “How much do you love breasts?”

He swallowed, his Adam’s apple bobbing. “You know I do, Melissa. I’ve always been a boob man. But yours… they’re something else.”

I bit my lip, feeling a warm tingle between my thighs. “And what do you like to do with them?”

Matthew’s gaze darkened, and he took a step closer, his voice dropping to a husky whisper. “I like to suck on them, lick them, worship them. But my favorite… is to fuck them.”

My pussy clenched at his words, and I felt a rush of wetness. I loved the idea of using my breasts to pleasure him, to make him lose control. I took a step towards him, my hands resting on his chest, feeling his heart racing beneath my palms.

“Then let’s not waste any time,” I whispered, my breath hot against his neck.

I pushed him gently towards the couch, and he sat down, his eyes never leaving my body. I straddled his lap, my skirt riding up my thighs, and positioned myself so that my pussy was just inches from his face. I could feel his warm breath on my sensitive skin.

“You’re so beautiful, Melissa,” he murmured, his hands reaching up to cup my breasts.

I leaned back, arching my back slightly, offering my heavy orbs to his touch. His fingers traced the lace of my bra, teasing the sensitive skin beneath. I closed my eyes, savoring the sensation, as his thumbs brushed over my nipples, making them pebble-hard.

“They’re so big, so soft,” he said, his voice thick with desire. “I want to feel them around my cock.”

I smiled, my heart racing. “Then you shall, Matthew. But first, I want to tease you a little more.”

I stood up, my skirt falling back into place, and slowly unbuttoned my blouse, revealing more of my cleavage. I turned my back to him, letting him admire the curve of my waist and the swell of my ass in the tight skirt. With a gentle push, I released my breasts from the confines of my bra, letting them hang free, the weight of them pulling at my sensitive nipples.

“Oh, fuck,” Matthew breathed, his voice filled with awe.

I turned to face him, my breasts swaying with the movement. I ran my hands over them, squeezing and lifting them, offering them to his gaze. His eyes were glued to my chest, his mouth slightly open, and I could see the bulge in his pants growing.

“Come here,” I said, my voice low and commanding.

I took his hand and led him to the bedroom, the wine forgotten on the kitchen counter. Once inside, I pushed him onto the bed and stood before him, my legs slightly apart, my breasts heavy and inviting.

“Undress me,” I whispered, my breath hot on his face.

Matthew’s hands were shaking as he reached for the buttons of my blouse, his fingers fumbling in their haste. He managed to undo them, and I shrugged the blouse off, letting it fall to the floor. I stood there, my breasts exposed, my nipples hard and pointing towards him.

“Suck them,” I commanded, my voice husky.

He leaned forward, his mouth replacing his hands, and took a nipple into his warm, wet mouth. He sucked gently at first, then with more urgency, his tongue swirling around the sensitive peak. I moaned, my head falling back, as he switched to the other breast, giving it the same attention.

“That’s it, Matthew,” I encouraged, my hands on his head, guiding him. “Suck them, make them wet for your cock.”

He obeyed, his mouth working feverishly, his hands now roaming over my body, squeezing my ass and stroking my thighs. I was soaking wet, my pussy throbbing with need, but I wanted to focus on his pleasure first.

“Now, lie back,” I instructed, pushing him gently onto the bed.

I climbed onto the bed, positioning myself between his legs, my knees on either side of his hips. I leaned forward, my breasts dangling above his straining erection, and smiled down at him.

“Are you ready for this, Matthew?” I asked, my voice teasing.

He nodded, his eyes fixed on my breasts. “Oh yes, please, Melissa.”

I lowered myself, taking his hard length in my hands, and guided it between my breasts, positioning it at the entrance of my cleavage. I squeezed my breasts together, creating a tight channel for his cock, and began to slide up and down, my nipples brushing against his shaft with each stroke.

“Fuck, that’s amazing,” he groaned, his hands gripping my thighs.

I increased the pace, my breasts massaging his cock, my nipples rubbing against his sensitive skin. I could feel his precum leaking out, lubricating my breasts as I fucked him with them.

“You like that, don’t you?” I whispered, my breath hot on his skin.

“Yes, oh yes,” he panted, his hips thrusting upwards to meet my movements.

I leaned forward, my breasts pressing against his chest, my nipples grazing his, as I continued to ride his cock with my tits. I could feel his balls tightening, his cock throbbing between my breasts, and I knew he was close.

“Cum for me, Matthew,” I urged, my voice thick with desire. “Cover my tits with your hot load.”

He arched his back, his hands gripping my hips, and with a loud groan, he came, his warm cum shooting out in thick ropes, coating my breasts and neck. I squeezed my breasts around his pulsing cock, milking every last drop from him.

We lay there for a moment, catching our breath, his softening cock still nestled between my breasts. I smiled down at him, my hands gently stroking his chest.

“That was incredible, Melissa,” he said, his voice filled with wonder.

I leaned down and kissed him, tasting the remnants of our passion on his lips. “It’s just the beginning, Matthew. I have so much more to show you.”

As I spoke, I felt his cock twitch against my breasts, already showing signs of life again. I smiled to myself, knowing that this was just the start of our erotic journey together.

Little did Matthew know, I had only just begun to explore his breast fetish, and I intended to take him to new heights of pleasure. The thought made me shiver with anticipation, and I couldn’t wait to see the look on his face when I revealed my next surprise.

A Busty Encounter

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The air was crisp and fragrant with the scent of pine as Connor strolled through his beloved Christmas tree farm. The sun was setting, casting a warm glow over the rows of trees, their branches heavy with decorations. It was the perfect setting for a romantic encounter, and Connor couldn’t help but feel a buzz of anticipation as he made his way towards the cozy log cabin at the heart of the farm.

He had been eagerly awaiting this moment ever since he received the mysterious invitation from an anonymous admirer. The note, written in elegant cursive, hinted at a night of pleasure and promised an experience he would never forget. As a successful and charming man, Connor was no stranger to female attention, but this invitation intrigued him like no other.

Stepping onto the porch of the cabin, he paused, taking a moment to admire the view. The farm had been in his family for generations, and he took great pride in its beauty. As he stood there, the door swung open, revealing a vision that took his breath away.

Carol stood in the doorway, her voluptuous figure accentuated by a tight-fitting red dress that hugged every curve. Her blonde hair cascaded in soft waves over her shoulders, framing her pretty face and sparkling green eyes. But it was her enormous breasts that truly commanded attention, straining against the fabric, leaving little to the imagination.

“Connor, darling, you made it,” she purred, her voice like warm honey. “Come in, the night is young, and I have something special planned for us.”

He found himself drawn towards her, his heart racing. Carol’s presence exuded a raw sexuality that was impossible to resist. As he stepped into the cabin, the warm glow of candlelight illuminated the room, creating an intimate atmosphere.

“You look absolutely stunning,” Connor complimented, his eyes roaming over her ample curves. “I can’t believe I’m finally meeting the woman who’s been sending me those tantalizing notes.”

Carol’s full lips curved into a mischievous smile, revealing a hint of dimples. “Oh, but I’ve been waiting for you, Connor. I’ve heard so much about your charm and your love for the finer things in life. And I must say, you don’t disappoint.”

As she spoke, she sauntered towards him, her hips swaying seductively. Connor’s eyes were transfixed on her breasts, which seemed to bounce with each step she took. He could feel his desire building, his body responding to her every move.

“You have a taste for the voluptuous, don’t you, my dear?” Carol whispered, her breath tickling his ear as she stood close behind him. “I can see it in your eyes. And I’m here to give you exactly what you crave.”

With a swift motion, she spun him around and pressed her soft, full body against his. Connor’s hands instinctively found their way to her waist, his fingers sinking into her plush flesh. He pulled her closer, feeling the warmth of her skin through the thin fabric of her dress.

“Mmm, that’s it,” she moaned softly, nuzzling his neck. “I love a man who knows what he wants. And I can see you want me.”

Connor’s hands began to wander, exploring the generous curves of her body. He cupped her breasts, his palms barely covering their immense size. Carol arched her back, offering herself to him, her nipples hardening against the thin material.

“That’s right, touch me,” she urged, her voice thick with desire. “Feel how much I want you. I’ve been waiting all day to have your hands on me.”

As Connor’s fingers teased her nipples through the dress, Carol let out a soft moan, her head falling back in pleasure. Her breath quickened, and her eyes glazed over with lust.

“I want to feel your skin against mine,” she whispered, her hands working on the buttons of her dress. “Let’s get more comfortable, shall we?”

With nimble fingers, she undid the buttons, revealing her creamy skin inch by inch. The dress fell to the floor, pooling at her feet, and Connor’s breath caught in his throat at the sight before him.

Carol stood before him completely naked, her body a masterpiece of feminine curves. Her breasts were truly a sight to behold—full and heavy, with large, dark areolas and erect nipples that begged to be sucked. Her waist tapered to flaring hips, and her thighs were thick and inviting.

“Do you like what you see?” she asked, her voice laced with confidence. “I know my body is a pleasure to behold. And it’s all yours tonight.”

Connor couldn’t speak, his mouth gone dry at the sight of her. He nodded, his eyes never leaving her body as she stepped out of her dress and sauntered towards him, her hips swaying provocatively.

Carol took his hand and led him to the plush couch, where she pushed him gently onto the cushions. She straddled his lap, her warm, bare skin pressing against his through his clothes.

“Now, my dear Connor,” she said, her voice husky with desire. “It’s time for you to feast on these breasts you’ve been longing for.”

Leaning forward, she took his face in her hands and guided his mouth to her nipple. Connor’s lips closed around the taut peak, sucking gently at first, then with increasing fervor as Carol’s moans filled the room. Her hands tangled in his hair, urging him on as he lavished attention on one breast and then the other.

“Yes, that’s it,” she panted, her fingers digging into his shoulders. “Suck them, love. Make me feel it.”

Connor’s hands roamed over her back, down to her generous bottom, squeezing and kneading as he feasted on her breasts. Carol’s moans grew louder, her hips undulating against his hardening cock, which strained against his pants.

“I want to feel you inside me,” she whispered, her breath hot against his ear. “But first, I have a special treat for you.”

With that, she rose from his lap, her breasts swaying enticingly, and knelt before him. Connor’s eyes widened as she undid his belt and slowly lowered his zipper, revealing his thick, throbbing erection.

“Oh, you’re a big boy, aren’t you?” she purred, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “Just the way I like them. Now, let’s see what we can do with this.”

Carol took his cock in her hand, stroking it gently as she leaned forward and pressed her massive breasts together, creating a warm, soft valley. Connor’s eyes widened further as she guided his shaft into the cleavage, her breasts enveloping his length.

“Oh, fuck,” he groaned, his hands coming up to cup her breasts as she began to move them up and down, massaging his cock with her soft flesh.

“That’s it, enjoy it,” she whispered, her breath hot against his sensitive skin. “I want to feel you get hard between my tits. I want to make you come like this.”

Carol increased the pace, her breasts sliding up and down his shaft, her nipples grazing his skin. Connor’s eyes rolled back in his head as pleasure coursed through his body. He had never experienced anything like this before, and he couldn’t get enough.

“Fuck, you’re amazing,” he managed to gasp between moans. “I’m gonna come, Carol. Oh, fuck, I’m gonna come all over your tits.”

Carol smiled, her eyes never leaving his as she continued her sensual titty-fucking. “That’s right, baby, give it to me. Let it all out.”

With a final, intense thrust of her breasts, Connor’s cock twitched, and he exploded, his hot cum shooting onto her ample cleavage. She giggled softly, her eyes sparkling with satisfaction as she milked the last drops from him with her breasts.

“Mmm, that was incredible,” she purred, her fingers gently wiping some of the cum from her breasts and bringing it to her lips, where she licked it off with a satisfied smile. “But we’re not done yet, my dear. I have so much more to show you.”

Connor, still breathless, could only nod in agreement, his heart racing and his body yearning for more of this voluptuous vixen. Little did he know, this was just the beginning of a night that would forever change his perception of pleasure.

As Carol leaned forward to kiss him, her breasts brushing against his chest, he felt a surge of desire, knowing that this was just the start of an unforgettable adventure with the woman who had captured his lust and his heart.

Pearl Necklace Expert

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I developed early, you can tell by the size of my breasts they are quite large. I always had boys interested in me because of them. I started to wear a bra early and was teased because of my big boobs, but the same boys that were teasing me a few years before were now asking me out in the hopes they could get their mitts on them. One of the first things I did sexually was give a titty fuck. I wasn’t ready to actually fuck yet, but I would allow a boy to place his hard cock between my big knockers.

I remember when I was in school the first boy I’d gone out with asked me if he could do that. I didn’t see the harm in it, so I said ok. We’d gone out to see a movie and grabbed some pizza afterwards. We went back to his place and he invited me down to the basement. His parents were upstairs and he said they left him alone when he was down there, even if he had friends over, so we wouldn’t be interrupted. I was a bit nervous, I’d only kissed before and given a hand job once.

We were on the couch and he had MTV on the television playing low and we were kissing and soon his hand sneaked under my sweater and he soon got my nipples hard by playing with them. I removed my green angora sweater that matched my eyes, and he unhooked my large bra and cast it aside. I’d been running my hand over his crotch through his jeans and I could tell he was so hard. I unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants and slipped him out of them, his boxer shorts were sporting a pretty good sized tent in front of me.

He told me to take my tits in my hands, ease them apart a bit while he got his cock between them and then close them around his dick. He then started to pump and thrust between my tits and he began to moan a bit as he did so. He was fucking my huge tits. The engorged head of his cock was coming up right underneath my chin with each pump of his cock, but I wasn’t ready to give a blow job just yet. His freely flowing precum was smearing all over my tits and chest. My hard nipples were grazing his cock and it felt nice, it was a nice sensation to have them pulled that way with each pump of his cock between them.

I still remember the video that was playing on MTV as I gave that titty fuck, “How Do You Talk To An Angel,” I always think of that night in the basement whenever I hear that song come on. I was sitting on the edge of the sofa, he was standing and kind of crouching, standing with his feet far apart, his hands on my shoulders as he fucked my huge tits. He said something that made me laugh. He told me the only thing that could make it better would have been if I had milk in my breasts and it would ooze all over his dick. I laughed and said no chance of that, but it’s something other guys have mentioned over the years as well. The big tits fetish and breast milk fetish often go hand in hand. Not always, but sometimes.

I was about to receive my very first “pearl necklace.” The year before in school a boy that sat near me told me his friend wanted to give me a pearl necklace and I had no idea what he meant, but didn’t want to appear unknowledgeable about it, so I just said, “oh, that’s nice.” LOL, I must have sounded like an idiot, since if you knew what it meant, you’d not likely reply back with that response! Here I thought this boy I barely knew wanted to give me a piece of jewelry, Lord, was I clueless! Now my boyfriend said he was about to cum, about to squirt all over my tits and ‘give me a pearl necklace.’ All of a sudden the lights went on from the remark the year before and I giggled. I got it, globs of cum all over my tits, neck and throat. It wasn’t so bad, but he sure liked it. I went to the powder room to clean up and went home soon after. Thinking I was now a “pearl necklace expert.”