Sizing Up

By Jocelyn Bringas

I was never content with the size of my breasts. In high school I remember feeling out of place. All the girls seemed to be developing big perky breasts while mine were pretty nonexistent. When I entered college, for some reason I thought my breasts would magically appear. It never happened and by the time I earned my degree, I was still a whopping 32A.

Once I landed a job at a fabulous film production company, the money started rolling in. While my co-workers were saving their money for sought after designer bags and the latest runway fashions, I was saving mine for breast implants.

I was tired of not having breasts to play with. I was twenty-seven years old and I wanted to fill out tops, show off my cleavage, and have men stare at my chest!

“Good morning Miss Acosta,” greeted Archie, a twenty year old college intern who was my lovely production assistant.

He handed me my first cup of coffee and I relished the way the hot liquid filled my insides. I was extra giddy today because tomorrow was my surgery. I couldn’t wait to get the procedure done. The sooner I got it done, the sooner I’d be back to show off my new big breasts.

“Miss Acosta, I heard you were going to be on vacation for awhile and I wanted to give you this card,” Archie said shyly.

I took the card and immediately read it. Archie wrote a short message telling me to have fun and to come back soon since he’ll miss me very much.
           
“You’re so sweet Archie. Thank you.”
           
“You’re welcome,” he said as he blushed.
           
“I need you to make ten copies of each page,” I said pointing to the huge stack of papers on my desk. 
           
Without a word, he picked up the pile and scurried away to the copy room. I leaned back in my chair and sighed in content. Tomorrow would be the beginning of a new Teresita Acosta.

*

Here I was a few months later with my new breasts and feeling the happiest I’ve ever been. The surgery went extremely well. There were absolutely no complications. I had to endure a lot of pain but it was so worth it in the end. I went from a depressing 32A to a delicious 36DD.

Once I was completely healed, I went on a shopping spree at the mall. It was such a rush to try on sexier bras and actually fill them out. Finally, the junior high looking training bras were gone. I also tried on different types of tops and loved how hot I looked with cleavage.

The amount of men who stared at me has tripled. My nipples would tingle as men’s eyes would zero in on my breasts. I could practically feel their mouths salivating and wanting a chance to surround their cocks between them.

“Morning Miss-.”

The sound of a screeching scream made me divert my attention from my computer. It was Archie, holding my first cup of coffee. He apparently spilled most of it on the front of his shirt. A look of shock covered his face as he looked down my top. I immediately reached for some tissues and gave them to him to help wipe away the mess.

It was then I noticed a slight bump in the front of his slacks. That couldn’t be a hard-on? Could it?

“I’m so sorry,” he stuttered and ran away.

The whole day, my mind was fixated on the bump I saw tenting Archie’s slacks. I’ve never thought of him in a sexual way before. He was just a soft spoken college guy who always did everything I asked of him. Knowing I could be the potential cause of his arousal was getting me excited.

It was a slow day at the office so I decided to devise a plan to see if Archie was indeed attracted to me and my new breasts.

“Archie?”

At the sound of his name, he was at my desk within seconds. I smiled when I saw the dry coffee stain on his shirt. I caught him gazing down at my chest and he quickly shot his eyes away.

“Yes Miss Acosta?”

I nonchalantly pressed my arms close to my breasts causing them to squeeze together tightly. I was practically popping out of my top at this point. One more inch and they’d be free. He gulped and nervously run his hand through his shaggy blonde hair.

“I need you to make twenty copies of each script.”

While he reached for the scripts on the desk, I could see his hands trembling. I let a few minutes pass by before I went to the copy room. When I got there I was disappointed to find the door locked.

“Archie? Are you in there?” I asked.

“Miss Acosta?!” he squeaked.

“Yes, it’s me. I think you got one script too many.”

“Oh? Uh, hold on!”

When he opened the door, I noticed he looked a bit disheveled. I walked into the room and saw he was holding a script in front of his crotch.

“What script do you have there in your hands?” I asked.

“I don’t know!”

He quickly handed it to me and grabbed another script to cover himself up.

“Are you okay Archie?” I asked while I closed and locked the door.

“I’m fine,” he replied with a quiver in his voice.

As I stepped closer to him, he stepped back until I had him up against the copy machine. His breathing was ragged and I could see beads of sweat forming along his forehead. I dragged my fingernails down his coffee stained polo and stopped when I got to the script.

“Can I see this script Archie?”

He nodded his hand and let go. I pretended to examine the script but what I was really examining was the front of his slacks. There was no mistaking the hard-on that was trapped and waiting to come out.

“This isn’t the script I was looking for.”

“Oh, what?” he questioned, his eyes glued to my cleavage.

“Where are the rest of the scripts?”

“Over there on the table,” he breathed.

Hunching over the table, I knew I was giving him an eyeful as I looked through the stack of scripts.

“Oh God, I need to go to the bathroom,” he said quickly.

Before he could dash away, I went to the door and blocked his exit. The movement was unexpected and he accidentally slammed the front of his body against mine. I gasped on impact. We were still for a moment as my breasts brushed his chest and his cock pressed against my thigh.

“What do we have here?” I asked while reaching for his hard-on.

I was about to give this boy the best time of his life. My breasts tingled once I got a hold of Archie. They were calling out to him, dying to feel him rub against them.

“Miss Acosta,” he murmured as I gave him a squeeze.

“Yes baby?”

Archie couldn’t formulate an answer. I kneeled before him and undid his belt. His slacks fell into a puddle around his ankles. The shiny tip of his cock was peeking out of his mustard yellow boxers. With my tongue, I gently licked off the pre-come and then gobbled him into my mouth. His hands fiercely grabbed my hair and he shoved himself deeper. I wasn’t expecting that at all!

Tiny rivers of spit started to run down the sides of my mouth as I bobbed my head up and down. It had been months since I’ve sucked a cock so I was sucking this for all it was worth. Feeling he was on the verge of coming, I gave him one last slurp and yanked down the front of my top.

My nipples quickly hardened from being released from their cover. Taking Archie’s cock in my hand, I traced the tip all over my new breasts. They were extra sensitive so the slightest stimulation made my whole body shake in pleasure.

Resting his cock between my breasts, I smashed them together and initiated my first ever tit fuck. The sight of him sliding up and down was absolutely incredible. Each time his cock would be near my mouth, I’d give his tip a little dab with my tongue.

I heard him growl and within seconds, strings of come decorated my breasts. Poor Archie buckled down to the ground out of breath. My skin glistened as I smeared the come all over my breasts like a lotion.

Once we both regained our composure, I went over to Archie and gave him a sweet kiss on the cheek.

“Thank you for the wonderful tit fuck Archie.”

“You’re welcome Miss Acosta,” he whispered quietly.

“You know I’m not busy later, maybe we can continue this at my place?” I asked while taking his hand and pressing it against my left breast.

Archie eagerly nodded head up and down.

I’ve never felt so powerful and I’m glad I decided to size myself up.

The End