Thursday, February 11, 2010

Forget The Knife

For weeks she pondered whether to go into plastic surgery so she would have a size of 34C instead of her 34Fs. Maddie’s back was getting tired from carrying the weight.

When Maddie told her boyfriend, he took off and she didn't see him since, no she knew why he had been so attentative.

The mix of emotions that week when he left overwhelmed her so much she took a week off of work. Her friend had come over to take care of the house, including Maddie of course.

"Maddie, stop daydreaming and get busy! These two gentlemen need their drinks," her boss gestured to two young men sitting patiently.

Maddie sighed. She had to mix the drinks for the customers in her white tank top and blue miniskirt. The shirt was tight, showing off her tits, while the mini skirt showed her two ass cheeks and a bit of pussy.

The two young men were both handsome, one blonde the other brown.

"College students," she thought.

Maddie took their order, and put on a show. She knew the two would be eyeing at her breasts, juggling away as she mixed drinks. Smiling to herself, she thought, "After last week, I should be able to have some fun."

She handed the drinks to the two young ones, bending forward to reach them. Maddie was sure the two got a good view of her enormous breasts. They took their drinks and left, walking away, probably to greet their friends.

More customers were starting to pour in. But her shift was over. Carrie, the girl who took her next shift had arrived. Maddie subsided and went to the bathroom to clean up, passing by the booths covered by curtains. But as she passed by, the blonde that she had served motioned for her to come into his booth. Curious, she stepped in. The blonde pulled the curtain, hiding them away.

"So, how much?" the blonde said.

"Oh no, I don't want sex."

"But when you put on that little show for us, I thought you wanted it?" He titled his head and grinned mischievously.

Maddie shook her head. "Well then, you misunderstood. It’s my job. By the way, I'm Maddie."

"Peter." They shook hands and Maddie got up to leave. But Peter held the curtain shut.

"You're not leaving until I get some action." With a flash, he pinned her down onto the table.

Maddie was surprised. She wanted it alright, but didn't want it now. She knew she couldn't fight back, so she relented and relaxed. She reached for his crotch, and he understood. Unzipping his jeans, he brought his man-hood out, which was at least 8 inches long. Maddie’s eyes widened. That piece of meat was gonna stretch her holes! Her ex-boyfriend, when erect, was 8 inches. But this guy here, Peter, was 8 inches and not even hard yet!

She stifled a cry as it entered her. Peter had pulled her skirt up, showing her shaven pussy, wet and ready. In and out, he pumped. He reached under her shirt and played with her tits. Peter squeezed and pulled and pinched. He was about to come, and she was too.

Maddie received her first orgasm; her pussy clamping down on his dick. He struggled to pull it out, but did at the last second when he went. His cum squirted out, and he aimed at her mouth. Maddie opened wide, swallowing and then sat up to clean his member off.

"Baby, I want to fuck your tits." He pulled the tank top and gently squeezed her breasts.

They were supple and firm. He laid her down again, got onto the table, and placed his hard-on between her breasts. Peter grabbed them and pushed them into his dick, rocking back and forth. Every time he pumped forward, Maddie tried to touch it with her tongue.

The two were nearing to a climax again when suddenly someone opened the curtain.

"Peter, I thought you were gonna wait for me?"

It was Peter's other friend, whom she had served.

"Maybe I won't have that surgery after all," Maddie thought.

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